Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The tip of the iron pokes heaven, and the flag representing the royalty leads to the wind. The soldiers in the sloppy line did not make it microscopic, but aligned it so without gaps that they could not even see the meadow at their feet.

The soldiers of Sandy Country have anecdotes. The anecdote is that the more brothers there are, the more valuable they are as soldiers. The priest taught me that having the same blood is a bad thing, and eventually this is what they all seem to do.

Yeah, I wish I was the only one left.

The darker the blood, the more valuable it is, and that is obtained by taking it. Those who grew up reading the same book mutilated their annoyance and earned their medals.

That's how they finally get one, and the mark that they got dark blood is engraved on their chests.

It's an anecdote and I don't know if it's a lie or a truth.

But the soldiers that were lined up were showing signs all the time. The man staring at such soldiers is the conductor Hakam, and he snorts unnoticed.

A homicide is a felony.

Yep, even though the Gods of the Nation dictate it, the royals are spreading different teachings. Now, what is their aim? What good does it gain to deny the god of kingdom?

Hakam stands still with that in mind.

Neighbor Aja did not speak in silence, instead Prince Walth was peering in from the front.

Blue eyes are stubborn and in a better mood than usual. This second tier has inspired his curiosity so much that he is still in the process of calculating. Careful and cunning, his thoughts will surely be unreadable to anyone.

"Hakam, I want to know why you were laying low on the details of this land"

"Ha, I should have told you everything about the situation. If you feel suspicious, why not extend all previous seals to this table?"

I don't know, it's a poisonous way of putting it, but in this case, it's good. If you're in a battlefield, it's the attitude of not dressing up in military-like teeth that leads to credibility.

Conn, the cup was placed at the table. The Lord I put down was Prince Walth.

"I did tell him the situation. But I'm not telling you the essence of things. Do you know what that means? Hakam, you will prove that you know the nature of this second tier."

"It's too much to buy. I don't have insight eyes like a prince and all I know is about the war. Well, now we're in charge of the labyrinth attack."

"Ha, keep 20,000 demon armies away. Hey, let me ask you, what happened then? What is this second tier? How I was born."

Shaken by the wind, the tent makes a bumpy noise.

He was the only one who felt disturbed about it on this occasion. This land, calm as it has been sheltered, is shaking slightly. Thoughts lean towards you about what that means.

The prince did not care about the upset and took the nearby candle in his hand. It's unnecessary at this bright time, grilling the map on the tabletop. While acting so strange, the tent's surroundings turn into unpleasant air because it's something nobody talks about.

In a painful tranquility, the prince speaks slowly. Tilt the cup in your hand and zero the liquid onto the table.

"Tens of thousands of demon armies headed straight for the land. The ancient labyrinth was a place for war to prevail and was the most important base"

The amber wine dripping over the leather map widens the twitching area. From east to west, as the sun dyes the surface.

But the wax inhibits erosion. Bounced from the oasis, we head south in the wind that we have no choice. Transfer.

"This move is not something a military mentor can do. Hakam, did you really aim for this?

"No way. I'm sure it's God's call. Or maybe they didn't think it was enough to take."

"What did you see, Hakam? What did you see in the middle of this battle? What did you see in the hierarchy that ended your previous offense? Tell me everything, along with why you didn't tell the king."

Yeah, those sharp eyes do have royal blood running through them. The eyesight to perceive everything agile and the attitude not to think of people as people.

Hakam felt only one reason why no other country would appear to invade the land.

Now, for the record, at this time former hierarchical lord Shirley was keeping his soldiers away with his hands wide open in front of military horses. I didn't want to go home, I saw it ring, and I was trying to protect it by squeezing my courage.

The two soldiers are still confused by the crying look on their faces, and it's the beginning and the end of persuading them not to be bad... I mean, this is why the wind was rough earlier, but the truth is always a simple thing. And the unimaginable misunderstands.

If an innocent girl squeals her nose all the time, about half the men will wander. And among the elites there was also a mix of newcomers, and they were those included in that half.

"Don't make me cry, you."

"No, because... Shit. I wonder if you don't know if it's the prince's property. You, can you bring me something delicious? Because anything sweet is good."

I almost cry as much as a girl with plenty of tears in her big eyes like blue sky. I seem to have been stuffed with sad feelings in the back of my chest and sewn with thread.

Staring at it was the chilling gaze of a friend.

"Do something."

I gave that cold response a smile that meant "I'm gonna kill you".

His name is Toma and he manages a relatively green land in the South. Even when it comes to control, the care of animals is the majority, and here again, we are only entrusted to the Lord to take care of military horses.

The man, Toma, looks as surprised as he realizes something. And his gaze was directed behind her, at the chestnut horse.

"You're breathing crazy. Oh, that's why you missed the run."

"What, Toma? Come on, what are you doing?"

My partner looks surprised at the way he takes off his gloves and walks out. I don't know what it means to throw away even the sword I was wearing on my hips.

"Help me, I'm giving birth"

"Huh!? That's what I'm talking about!

"I didn't tell you. Will you stay with this girl? [M] I think it's more reassuring."

I feel like my earlier sad feelings have finally subsided in the way I snort.

But Toma has a different question. Why do you give birth when you say it's still a bright time?

It's this situation that I've always noticed. Forced troops in desert areas are harsh and tight on mothers no matter how well equipped they are. If it had been born, the child would have been destined to be drunk by the sand and scattered his life. The oasis finally arrived, and my mother finally chose to give birth.

"But you won't be distracted by being so bright."

I have a feeling that I will definitely have a difficult birth while removing the saddles and fasteners that are in my way. Childbirth is a life-saving, not something that can be accomplished with a lot of gaze.

Normally, you gain weight at once from about three months before the birth date. But the horse in front of me weighed very little different than the others, marching so much that it could not, even if it was decided that I didn't mind riding it.

I don't think I can have a decent pony when it does. He approaches to give birth to help only the mother, and the sharp female horse feels it and only steps away.

"This is a bit harsh..."

Just seeing a slight reaction, he almost gives up, and in contrast, the girl looks up to him with her eyes very similar to the blue sky.

That's all there was to make sense to each other, the horse regains clear eyes again. And when the girl walks out to lead, she starts chasing after her by honking her hooves.

It was odd from a man's eyes.

It's supposed to be the first time they've met, but there's a verse I'm trusted with as my husband. When I am wondering about it, the blue sky is covered by thick branches and gradually the hustle and bustle outside is distant.

Hard work and they stroke my nose, and it's natural how it sounds all the time.

I find it disturbing to be about a friend who calls on me every now and again, and I glance at him to keep quiet, and then he goes after me again.

Eventually the spacing between the trees opens and the trunks thicken. It's so quiet that it barely even reaches the lights from the outside, and the area smells like clean water.

The thick rotten soil silenced even the footsteps, and the female horse stopped walking as she said "This is a good place" after taking about a few steps.

In a quiet place where you can even hear them breathing, the horse looks up at the tree. Slowly increasing the radiance of what I saw in my clear eyes.

No, I also saw him just looking out. A golden wave equal to the glow of life. It's not overflowing, it's not soothing, it's just what's there.

Suddenly, I remember a day when I was playing river when I was a kid. Then we'll all shake and jump in together. The blister touched my cheek, and at that time I was laughing out loud without meaning.

I still feel the glorious vitality that I felt at that time.

The horse turns into the beautiful hairy it is supposed to be, and even its tail turns golden.

The man stood by forgetting to even give birth as well as breathe. The girl stroking her tenderness was natural, and she just looked blurry as her lips whispered some words.

The act of giving birth to life is sacred.

Whether there is a god of kingdom or an endless war, it is immutable to the world. Whoever sees a beautiful glow can only feel a golden wave, paralyzed with gin from the core of his head.

- Isn't that a goddess?

I've never seen anything like it, and it's a fairytale world. But I just think so. I felt that way even if there was no basis for anything. It's engraved on my chest, and I can't turn it off on my own anymore.

When he noticed, he and his friends were on both knees on the ground.

Eventually, how the sound sounds.

That was the sound of a new life being born.

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Paying for a thick cloth to show up was Hakam, who erased his expression, and Aja.

Slightly rough winds are rippling the meadows, and rain clouds are spreading in the sky. Since when? What made that sky, which was supposed to be a bluff, so clear (clear) that it could not be distinguished from the real thing.

"Oh no, it's possessed by something."

"Shh, don't talk to me here"

He blames himself for that in his suppressed voice and walks to the mansion early enough.

What has the prince told them since then? Together we do not speak in silence, sincerity is engraved only on the breasts of the two of us.

But Aja leaks her words with her nose in the wind that if she leaves this much, she can say it.

"I wondered if I could hear Negiri's words, and treat us as sinners. If he were innocent, he would have cried."

"You? I'm telling you, the skin on your face is too thick, and that spear won't even stab you."

"Well, if I screw you, I'll give you every skin."

Moving on with a scratch, he is drank by the shadows of the woods, and he is invisible to the royal army. At that time, they had the look of an unexpected visit by a friendly army.