1.01



　It would not be an exaggeration to say that Icoma Palace is a labyrinth.
　Originally, this was a villa built by the ancient emperors of the Westlande dynasty to shelter from the sweltering heat, but due to the mischief of history, it has changed owners many times.
　Many of them were mothers, wives and sometimes mistresses of the emperor, and this detached palace, built on a slope near the summit of the mountain, is a collection of different bedrooms named after flowers. Since the catastrophe, it has been repeatedly expanded with the help of both us and the Adventurers, so that today it is larger than a small village.

　The ostensible master of this detached palace is Saigu Tori himself, who resides in its deepest part. It sounds good to say that he prepared an elegant residence for Tori, who was tired of the hustle and bustle of the capital, but the truth is that the Senate, fearing that Tori would gather power, placed him under house arrest in this detached palace.

　But nowadays, no one claims that Tori Saigu is the true ruler of the villa.
　Plant hwyaden.
　This is the largest and strongest guild in the Yamato, which has come to dominate the Western Yamato with Minami at its center. Its center and headquarters is the Icoma Palace. The guild's core, Plant hwyaden, does not say why they chose to set up their headquarters in the Imperial Villa instead of in Minami city.
　However, in order to accommodate the roughly most complex governing structure imaginable, to run this gigantic guild, which is so large that it is impossible to even comprehend its entire size - over 10,000 people, which is unthinkable for the Elder Tail, the guild has to be able to accommodate a large number of people. It's not hard to imagine that a complex of government buildings of more than one size was needed, and there is no doubt that this detached palace would have met the requirements.

　The night in Icoma is somehow sweet and murky, filled with a secretive scent, yet dark.
　Here and there in the Japanese-style corridor are lights surrounded by washi paper, but this is not enough to dispel all the darkness.
　However, the murky orange lights are distinguished by the dark shadows cast by the trees in the courtyard and the deep darkness that lingers here and there in the corridor.
　The southern part of the detached palace, the Peony Palace, where the Elder Maids, dressed in kimono, wearing matching collars and long sleeves, wandered about, was the deepest part of the sweet and bitter secret that Icoma held.
　It is, as it were, an odd-shaped spider's web built deep within the labyrinth.
　A huge trap to catch the prey led by the bewitching scent that stirs your heart.

　In the middle of that silver threaded trap, unknowingly, Count Ortelis arrived at the center of the trap.
　It's not that he didn't know a good-looking woman, but the woman in front of him - Wet Feather - is completely different. She has a faint smile, whether there is one or not, and even though she hasn't uttered a single word after saying her name, she is on the verge of being consumed.
The Ortelis family is also in favor of the reconciliation measures promoted by Wet Feather-sama, and we cordially request that you be added to the end of next month's ceremony. Ortelys is the land of our forefathers, and we are confident that we can be of great assistance to you if you wish to guide us there.
　His words were slurred, but he managed to squeeze them out of his mouth.

　The dreamy, glamorous woman before you is one of the hottest and most important people in the Holy Land of Westlands at the moment. As the master of Plant hwyaden, she was a key player in the politics of Western Yamato right after the catastrophe, yet she never appeared on stage.
　Princess Yeo, like the evening glow, bloomed quietly in the depths of the detached palace, leaving everything to her plenipotentiary agent, Intix. That was Wet Feather's reputation.
　The rainbow-colored coma incident brought her to the stage, and she gave the order. The division of the East and West is beyond description. Now is the time for the heroes of the East to heal their long-standing wounds and help us in our fight against the darkness of Yamato.
　The order from Wet Feather spread through the entire Plant hwyaden at a speed that would have surprised even the noblemen of the Holy Empire of Westland, and many adventurers went to rebuild and defend the central Yamato region, and trade with the East increased. No, this was not an increase in activity, but rather a normalization of trade. Considering the economic scale and production of the two sides, it was only natural that there would be this level of exchange.

　Of course, the Senate was divided by this order from Wet Feather.
　In the first place, it is because they do not recognize the East as an equal partner that the name of the Holy Empire of Westlande is so important. There are many noblemen who claim that the lands currently ruled by the Free Cities Alliance of Eastal nobles are essentially theirs. There are many noblemen who claim that it was the pretenders of Eastar who stole their lands in the confusion of the Arub War.
　Ortelis isn't that shameless, however, as a nobleman, he needs to expand his family's clan.
　A powerful family like his is still involved in distribution and licensing interests and continues to accumulate wealth, but even such an earl has only a surprisingly small manor in the land he controls. And it is not uncommon for a weak aristocrat, such as a ragtag, weak aristocrat, to be poorer than a big store merchant.
　As the proverb says, "A weak dog barked more often than a weak dog", and so it is with such houses that they cry out for an all-out confrontation with the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal.

　Of course, they could not give in to the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. And strictly speaking, the Holy Empire of Westland and the Senate are allies of the Adventurers, not allies of the Alliance of Free Cities, so they have no right to obey them. The history of the Holy Empire of West Runde does not permit them to bow down to the knees of the Isthmus of Isthmus, to begin with.
　But today, the influence of the Plant hwyaden in Western Yamato is immense. This powerful organization, which even includes some of the aristocracy, has a power that far exceeds the power of the Holy Empire West Runde itself, and if you are not a dim-witted aristocrat, you can't even think of openly opposing Plant hwyaden.
　Besides, Wet Feather did not say, "Obey the Istal" or "Be a slave to the Istal". 'Save,' rather, Ortelis believes, he was told to do so.
　If it was reconciliation rather than an apology, it would still be possible. It is even more so if it is the form of the Holy Imperial Westlande higher up.
　You'll be able to find out if you'll be able to get a good deal more than you're used to.

　If that's the case.
　--You'll be able to find a lot more than one.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to get your hands on some of the best deals in the world.
　And if this is actually done without fighting, on the battlefield of socializing, it will be the very stage where the nobility (Ortelis) will play an active role. They were the city's nobles, who carried the history of the blue blood of Yamato on their shoulders, and it was impossible for them to keep up with the country aristocrats from the mountains.
　In order to make a dent in this new battlefield, Ortelys must get inside the bosom of the Lord of this detached palace, the West Nagon.

　Today's meeting is an important act in order to get the beginning of this process, to confirm Wet Feather's true intentions and to announce himself as a collaborator.

　You would never have guessed that Count Ortelis would have an inkling of what is in his heart, but as soon as he finished listening to the conversation, he smiled, whether he had one or not. The eyes, shiny as wet crystal, are narrowed slightly, and the shaped eyebrows draw a gentle arc.
　His lips spun a soft voice as he admired the compassionate expression that embraced everything.
'I thank you for such an offer. 'Count Ortelis. I have heard that the land of O'Wali is now a land of the ungovernable, a land overrun with immortals, due to the tension between East and West. |It is a place that would be difficult to traverse without a guide, even for a 'plant hwyaden'.

　Ortelis unconsciously nodded several times.
　I'm sure you're right, I'm sure you're right.
　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to find a way to make the most out of this.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make your life easier," he said.

　Her dark hair, which seemed to blend into the night, and her dark collar dress, which was also dark, seemed to glow thinly with a smooth sheen. Her heavy shawl, with its long, heavy hem that protected her from the sleeveless arms, was stitched in scarlet and gold like a colored cloud. It was a beautiful evening gown that looked like the traditional garments of the Holy Empire of Westlands, or a new style unique to the Adventurers.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.
　You'll be able to find a lot of people who have a lot more than just a few.

　You'll be able to find a lot of beautiful people in the adventurous world, so even as a court nobleman, Ortelis, you're becoming immune to the idea of a well-groomed appearance. However, Wet Feather's is a far cry from that kind of beauty.
　It's a beauty that can't help but cause a surge of emotion in relative things. In many cases, it would evoke positive emotions such as loyalty, admiration and longing. But even if it wasn't that, it would be the hidden lechery of the person you faced, like jealousy, fear, or antipathy - no, let's not embellish the words, I want to make her suffer somehow, I want to hurt her the way I want to with my own hands. It was a beautiful face with an alluring atmosphere that stirred the
　Ortelis let out a deep, deep breath to calm herself down.
　I want to show this graceful dark-haired beauty the wealth that the Ortelis family has built up over the generations. I want to show her the wealth that the House of Ortelis has built up over the generations. I want to suppress that desire.

　Ortelys shook her head and said of course, of course.
If you, the Plant hwyaden, will act as a bridge between East and West, and advance into the middle of the currently confusing Yamato, the Ortelis family would like to take the gag!
　Ortelis' answer seemed to be in line with Wet Feather's intentions.
　Hakk was grateful for the feeling of being absorbed by the kind eyes of a celestial woman. This meeting would bring more prosperity to House Ortelis.
''We, too, have high hopes for Master Ortelis, the overlord of the Keough capital.
　Ortelis felt a feathered elation in her heart at the fact that the name of her house was being spoken from Wet Feather's mouth.
'Yes, of course!
The many roads around the Nio's pale sea had fallen into ruin, and reviving them will be the most important project in ten years. Wetuwa believes that the newly constructed roads will be called by the name of Ortelys-sama.
　Ortelis nodded deeply at the words, hiding her mouth and smiling.
''Leave it to me!''
'Good. I look forward to your efforts, Master Ortelis, and to fighting side by side with the Knights of House Ortelis in the gag.
　Ortelis, feeling the response to the harmonious meeting, was so impressed with the meeting that he took a bow to the nobleman and ended the meeting.

　The income of a nobleman is complicated.
　The amount of income is, of course, greatly influenced by the abilities of the head of the family and the family members, but it is also greatly influenced by the inherited interests and the pecking order among the nobles.
　As the pecking order rises, more vulnerable nobles and merchants will be attracted to the family with tribute, and priority in laying the groundwork and procedures will proceed quickly. As a result, the higher a family's rank is, the easier it is for them to get a good deal of money.
　Rank and prestige aren't just for show. It is an aristocratic weapon that affects reality and Or as much as military power.
　Ortelis had felt the response from his meeting with Wet Feather that he had been granted entry into Yamato Central. It meant, irrevocably, that the Ortelis family had risen in the pecking order.
　Of course, the burden for that was heavy. There will be times when I will be asked to maintain the roads and provide guidance. But you can leave that to the pecking order and allocate it to the factions.
　Ortelis left the detached palace with a rosy feeling.
　If he counted the nobles who had finished their meeting with Wet Feather with the same expression, he would not have been so elated.
　Ortelis didn't notice, but it's terrible to blame him for it. Slowly, the aristocrats of the Holy Empire of Westland are being drawn into the immense power and ambition of the Plant hwyaden. It also meant the transformation of Plant hwyaden, which had swallowed the poisonous bait of the nobility, but at this point in time, no one could predict the future.
　Icoma's night had only just begun.
　Icoma's night has only just begun, and it continues, with its many ambitions and schemes in its bosom.



◆1.02



　After the meeting with Count Ortelis - although that one seems to have assumed it was some sort of secret meeting - Wetha left the guest room after giving detailed instructions to the side servants.
　The detached palace in early summer was quiet and quiet in the night.
　To begin with, this Peony Palace, which is to the southeast of the grounds, has only a small number of maidservants assigned to it. This is because the palace's main body, Wet Feathers, is kept away from them.
　Even if it was indoors, and they were only returning to their private chambers, a nobleman's daughter of the Holy Imperial Westlands would never think of walking alone. It's a good idea to have an official title, "Western Nagon," so it's only natural that she would be accompanied by a dozen or so maidservants.

　But by night, this is a nest of wet feathers.
　They walked lightly and without fear or hesitation. Summer had begun, but the cool nighttime breeze from the detached palace in the mountains of Icoma made Wet Feather a friend for his nighttime walks.

　Wet Feather had always wanted a home.
　He had lived in a place where there was nothing but hostility and contempt since he was a child, not being given a decent meal or a place to sleep, and living like an abandoned child, so he wasn't exactly sure what could be considered a home. From the days when I went to elementary school with my unkempt hair all grown out and wearing only that one greasy garment every day, to watching children who were not me at the same school returning home in the dusk, I wanted to have a home.
　It would allow her to bathe, eat the food that was stored, and sleep in a clean, washed out toweling, Wet Feather thought vaguely.
　He wasn't lucky enough to have that kind of luck because he was too ugly to be like the other children, but Wetu thought that if he had a home, he would be able to live quietly and alone without fear. He had no desire to have good parents, as he could only despair about them. At that time, Wetou was too young to understand reason, so he thought that the difference between him and the people around him was not whether his parents were good or bad, but rather whether he had a safe place to live or not.
　The daytime, when he was stung by the contempt of those around him, was a dangerous and frightening time for Wet Feather. Too different from his surroundings, the neglected and emaciated Wet Feather was an object of avoidance for the children around him, let alone their parents. It was not uncommon for him to be harassed and even violated, though he would be rather grateful if he was told, "You're not allowed to talk to that child. What's more, the school teachers and city hall employees who treated him like a rare animal but kept their distance, asking him to please not bring the blame to us, hurt Wet Feather more deeply than the children of his grade who were violent like that.

　That's why Wet Feather doesn't like the sunlight.
　During the daytime, when people are noisy, Wet Feather feels as if he doesn't know where to go. The sunlight is violent and reveals everything that Wetou wants to hide, and everything that he does not want to see. When night falls and the area is free of people's gaze, Wetu is finally able to shed all his armor and take it easy.
　As the leader of the giant guild Plant hwyaden, he has risen to an unknown position in Yamato, and although no one would openly abuse him anymore, it is still difficult to change his ingrained values.

　I'm not bad at talking to people.
　I've honed it because I couldn't live without it. You have to find out the background of others, listen to their faces, understand their wishes, and make them hold the treasure of their dreams.
　As a young child, Wet Feathers did not have any means of earning a living. There was no money, no job, no stable environment, no relatives, no education, nothing. So they had no choice but to look at other people's faces and take a cut of their riches.
　A night's sleep, an inn to clean up, a costume to appear in public, and cash to live on for the time being. It seems that those things, which are unavailable to Wet Feather no matter how hard he tries, are so commonplace that some people can casually throw them at him. As long as he approached them carefully and carefully avoided saying anything that the other person didn't like, they were easy to get. Sometimes, to Wet Feather's surprise.
　Like the one that drew interest from Count Ortelys earlier.
　So I'm not bad at such things. But that doesn't mean I like it either.

　Wet Feathers had realized early on that people who gave Wet Feathers something were often giving it to them in exchange for comforting their self-esteem. Since he was able to live off of what he got from them, he didn't want to make a fuss about their hearts and minds being vile now, but he couldn't help but like the color of their muddy eyes.
　On the other hand, the people who have nothing to offer Wet Feather are, in the end, a reserve army that is hunting and cheering him up somewhere. People who are so fastidious that they think that if they don't have Wet Feather in their sight, they won't have to become something so ugly, they are more of an object of fear than hate.
　Both were terrifying, which was why Wet Feather loved solitude and the night.
　He had established and built up a huge guild to create a small, cool, secluded, clean towel-covered bed where no one could harm him, a sanctuary where he could be vigilant and guarded, and no one could get close to him, but still, Wet Feather loved the night and solitude.

''........?''
　Wet Feathers suddenly looked up to check the color of the wind and stepped out of the corridor and through the archway into one of the courtyards. This detached palace, similar to a bedroom structure, has a courtyard with a pond on the south side.
　Without hesitation, I stepped into one of the courtyards and found the fragrant scent of summer grasses mixed in with it. Through the moonlight that flickered every time a cloud crossed, and past the cobblestones in the dewy hydrangea, we came to the water's edge, which shone like obsidian in the night.


　The thick scent wafting softly in the air made Wet Feather drop her gaze.
　That voice was crystal clear, but a teasing compassion prevailed to call it flirtatious.
　It was a good night.
　A half-chipped moon twinkled behind the nebulous clouds, casting a beautiful, faint shadow on the grass.
　From its feet to the water's edge, a flower with yellow petals floated vaguely in the darkness, illuminated by the distant lanterns of the detached palace.
　Nureha neither crouched nor reached out her hand, but she stared at it with pity and love in her gaze alone, and a soft voice asked, "Are you waiting for someone who will not come, even if you have to wait?　--'You have no legs,' he whispered.

'Do you have to wait for yourself?'
　A wet malice cut through Wet Feather's loneliness.
　A maidservant quietly crosses the stone bridge of the garden pond and looks down at Wet Feather with cruel eyes.
　Intics.
　The second seat of the Ten-Seat Council, leading the Plant hwyaden.
　She stands in front of Wet Feather with an intimidating air of freezing coldness.
　It's always like that.
　This woman (Intix) looks down on Wet Feather as if she were the ruler.
　Wet feathers expose themselves to her gaze as she desperately mends the feeling that she is about to swallow up and unconsciously fall on her ears. Her whole body bubbles with fear and humiliation, as if she was forced to get down on her knees half-naked in the classroom during class. Intix brings a sense of helplessness, like those days when she couldn't do anything about it.
　But now it's different.
　It had to be different.
　Wet Feathers had revolted against the Intics.
　Even though he was in a fit of rage, he even beat Intix in order to keep his promise (...).
　Wet feathers stared back at Intix, unnoticed by his trembling knees.

''I heard you're devouring the Senate. Do you really want to promote cooperation with Akiva so much?　What do you think it was all for when you made Plant hwyaden so big?　Are you going to cut off your own place and go back to the corral or something?
　His voice is dripping with venom.
　It's always been that way.
　This woman doesn't raise her voice.
　She doesn't have to, she's a woman who can hurt everyone around her in any way she wants with just a malicious tongue and a glance filled with heartfelt contempt. She was born into a wealthy family and was carefully raised as a young lady. A woman who has no qualms about mistreating others.
　I don't mean to say that this is evil.
　I am not in a position to offer such a defense.
　But good and evil are not the same thing as friend and foe. Wet Feather has declared war on this woman. She is no longer an enemy. So we can't retreat, no matter how horrible it is.

Plant hwyaden will not be broken. It will be stronger and milder.
　Savoring the lowering of his body temperature due to the tension, Wet Feather resisted that, trying to keep his voice sounding calm.
　It wasn't that he was thinking about the future of the guild.
　That's not what I was working for.
　It's a bullshit from the mouth.
　It was an on-the-spot rebuttal to Intix's accusations.
　In fact, Wetu has no interest in Plant hwyaden itself. All he cares about is his home and his happiness. All he wants to protect is a small place to sleep, peace and quiet, and someone to make him happy.
　But no matter how uninteresting it is, I can't just throw it to the enemy. I know from my experience in the classroom what happens when I do that. Wet Feathers knows that as long as you don't get your fangs up, it will be a comforting thing.
'What do you know?　To the hated, filthy, filthy dweeb rats. To amateurs who have never run a guild before.
'--this isn't a guild anymore. It's bigger than that. It's the biggest thing anyone has ever seen. It's big enough to swallow the Adventurers, but it's also big enough to swallow the Earthmen. --Have you ever defended your home?　How did you lose the Tea Party of the Prodigal?
　So there was no deeper meaning in those words either.
　A word for sale.
　Intix said, "Amateurs in guild management should stay back," so Wet Feather said, "You don't have any old houses left over there either, do you? I just said back. There was no deep meaning to it, and he didn't know the circumstances in the first place.
　However, that half-white of Wet Feather caused a furious reaction.

'An ultimatum, Wet Feather,'
　It made a disgusting noise - and then.
　Icoma's night writhed with a creaking scream, as if he had been squeezed by a giant machine.
　The moon was clouded over and completely hidden in the darkness, and I couldn't make out Intix's expression, but she whispered in a voice that sounded like a hair-raising, rusted-out moan of heavy machinery.
'Go back to your room (House) and cover yourself with a blanket. I'll make sure you have a clean place to live. You're not going to get anything anyway, but if you're going to scavenge for leftovers, you'll still want something to eat, right?　If you're going to be a doll like you've been, I'll carry at least the leftovers.
　It was only when Saigu gave him that rank that he became known as the "Western Nagon". However, there is no reason for the two names of Intix.
　She is just called "Witch," that's all.
　The Witch of Plant hwyaden.
　In the face of a mischievous intimidation that seemed to be worthy of the name, Wet Feather almost cried out. Her feet were like a small boat in a stormy sea, her spine felt like it had been washed away, she had no sense of balance, and she wanted to fall to her knees and plead for help. All the past becomes a curse, trying to bring you back to the wet-feathered, smelly hell.
''Well you know the answer to that, don't you?''
　He was emphatic.
　Though he couldn't avoid looking up to glare at Intix, who was looking down at him, but he couldn't avoid looking up. Wet feathers but rejected Intix in a hard voice, ignoring the slimy, sickening sweat that spewed down his back.
'Your voice is trembling,'
　It would have all been obvious to Intix, who threw an impatient smile as if he could see through it. The shameful past, the important thoughts, and everything else, shivered in Intix's lackluster eyes as he rudely looked into them, but Wet Feather clenched his fists again and again.
''No.''
　A short rejection is not a sign of decisive intent.
　If you speak any longer, a scream will escape from your mouth.
'Really?　You, you, the vagrant, dirty, laughing thing. Hey--Hagio-san, 《...》
　Against the fundamental fear felt by the drowned man, Wet Feather opened his eyes and cried out.
''More because I can't do it!''
　The person who can - Intix's voice is put over the wet feather to cut off that hope that Wet Feather was hanging on to.
''Even that traitor (Shiroe) can't do it. That's the only thing I can never do. I can't rely on people and lead, to a recluse like that. There's no way he'll be able to take control of Yamato. Controlling the turbulent times (rankings) is a dream come true.
　Hearing the breath that escaped from his mouth, which he opened to scream, and hearing it himself, Natsuwa realized that he was crying. It would have been nice to be able to say that it wasn't true, never, but even shameless Wetu knew how shallow it was to ask that of others.
　Shiroe might be able to save Wet Feather and Plant hwyaden together, but the important thing was that Wet Feather herself was not worth saving. In order to have that value, he would have to hold Plant hwyaden together even if Shiroe wasn't there. If you can't do that, there's no compensation for receiving happiness from Shiroe.

"Uh-huh. Hey, you don't want to go home, do you?　You don't want to go back, do you?　This is the land of our dreams (Til na Nog). Plant hwyaden is our final home (end content). Let it be a reminder of that. Tearing your hopes and longings to shreds. Let it remind you of your identity. Hey, are you shaking?　Kukukuuku. Hahahahahahaha.
　Intix seemed to take such wet-feathered silence as a surrender.
　He turned on his heel with a good-humored, but crazy laugh.

　Glaring at his back, Wetuwa bit his lip.
　It's okay. We are not defeated. The Intics are suffering. That's why I've brought Wet Feather herself into the fold.
　--Even if it was a decoration, Wet Feather was the guild master of Plant hwyaden. That position was recognized by none other than Intix himself. The guild's internal affairs and negotiating policies are largely a black box, but many ordinary members of the guild are happy to accept Natsuwa's orders. The cutting down of the Daichijin aristocracy is also going well.
　Happy, I want to be.
　In order to do that, we need to overthrow the Intix.
　We must take away their interests and power, reclaim Plant hwyaden and invite Shiroe to visit their castle. We don't have much time, but we have a good chance of winning.
　The remote palace of Icoma, in the light of the moon, is the scene of a dark battle between the Western Natives and the Witches. The storm from there will engulf the adventurers and the earthlings, who are not aware of it, and will soon sweep over Minami and Kyou.
　But Nuremberg did not hesitate even a little.
　The largest guild in Yamato, Plant hwyaden, is the largest guild in the world. But the guild's ruler, the supreme queen, is a lonely night wanderer with nothing to lose.




1.03



　The Yamato has its equivalent of the rainy season, but it's extremely easy compared to Japan's, with only a drizzle that wraps around the city like thin silk and a few days of strong rain to pass by.
　The four seasons in Yamato are so cool and moist that Shiroe, who knows the scorching heat of Tokyo in the summer, can only be thankful for it. It's early July, and although the sun is strong, the breeze that blows across the city makes the treetops of the trees sway and wrap themselves in water, making those who wait for it smile.

　After the hectic days following the mass battle (raid) incident at Akiva's guild hall, a sense of calm had returned to the city.
　It was Shiroe that was hectic, and lately he couldn't even remember the meaning of the words peace and calm. If I were to rank my soliloquies, the first place would be "How did this happen?
　The reason for this is that I was involved in a plan to send a goodwill envoy to improve relations with Western Yamato, including Plant hwyaden. Shiroe had thought that he would have to be involved in the mission to some extent, but unexpectedly, or rather, as expected, Shiroe ended up participating in the mission as well. There's a lot of coordination and preparation for the trip.
　The day of our departure arrived with the handover, the preparation, the delivery, and everything else incomplete, and now Shiroe was a man on horseback.

　Strictly speaking, heading to the High Coast of the Eight Canals is a detour, but the large group of people, including those who were seeing him off, were proceeding in harmony, as if they were going on a vacation.
　It's true that the breeze that patted my back was pleasant.
　It was understandable that my companions were chatting merrily with each other.
Mmm-hmmm. It was a beautiful day in the sky.
　Tetra's carefree nature may have loosened up after being away from the guidance of the younger generation, and she is humming and enjoying the scent of the sea on Naotsugu's shoulder.
Nyan is a monopoly of the old man. Half idol.
You said half again!
　The rambling is now a regular occurrence with Shiroe's wry smile. Marielle pulls him aside, and Tetra grins. Naotsugu's troubled face. And the two sisters, Ritka and Lelia, are cheering them on. 'After all, it's idle,' she sings, 'even half idle.
It's more of a jungle gym type idol.
　Naotsugu, who couldn't bear it, yanked Tora away and threw her away, and she danced around in a weightless motion and landed on the carriage.
It's like he recognizes me as an idol for some reason or another.... It's a good thing that Naotsugu-san is such a tough guy....... Do you want to see some pants?
"Absolutely no!
　Marielle is happy to be defended by Naotsugu, who is angry at her coquettish pose. Shiroe averted her gaze, trying not to get involved anymore.

'Are you guys always like this?'
Yeah, well,
You're a party of comedians, aren't you?
　At Isaac's dumbfounded words, Shiroe returned an amiable smile, hahaha. There's no denying it.
　Well, even though he said it like that, no wet emotions like contempt or ridicule could be conveyed from Isaac's words in a different way. He is a positive man to all intents and purposes. Perhaps that statement was also meant to be impressed or disgusted, and there is no purpose beyond that.

　The wind blew across the sky.
　The white bird glided smoothly through the air as if gliding on the stream as if it were invisible to the naked eye. Its wings are fixed, perhaps because it is riding in the wind, and it looks like a high-performance paper airplane. White sliced through the blue sky, and the seabird's destination was azure.
　He could see the sea through the trees.

　Sighs and cheers that could not be called sighs or cheers rose from the group advancing on the decaying asphalt.
　It has been more than a year since they arrived in this other world. In this medieval world, where whenever you want something, you have to go out and gather materials for it or go trading, most of Akiba's adventurers do not travel far, but they must go to the surrounding areas on a daily basis.
　The Half-Gaia Project has cut the distance in half, and even if the road network is cut off, the adventurers' feet will not be able to get through this alternate world. And if you head south from Akiba, past the old Ginza district, the ocean is just a stone's throw away. That's why many of the Adventurers have seen the waters of Seldesia more than a few times.
　And yet, no matter how many times they see it, they still marvel at the blue glow behind the ruins of the city, no matter how many times they see it.
　Perhaps the sea has something about it alone that moves people.

　As we walked to our left through a group of abandoned buildings swallowed by a dense grove of trees, the asphalt eventually merged with the coastal road, and the sea wind began to blow in earnest. The coastal area, which had been geometrically shaped by reclamation work, was still covered with thick red flowering bushes, but beyond that, a large ship with a feminine silhouette reminiscent of a swan, the Podargue, appeared.
Isaac, it's huge!　It's beautiful!
Hey, hey, hey. Don't put yourself through that.
　Duke Iserus leaned out of the carriage with a big smile on his face and waved his hands incessantly as the maidservants tugged at the hem of his jacket, but he leaned out of the carriage with a big smile.
　Isaac kept pace with the horse and leaned out of the carriage and picked him up like a cat in a child's arms. His gaze must have been higher than the carriage window. Kimiko squealed with delight, "Fluffy!

You're more of a dad than an escort.
Pull it out.
　Isaac responds to the smiling Soujiro's words with a snappy response.
　Icelus, who was held up, said, "Isaac, you're not that old!　Because you don't even have a wife yet.
He said something that he probably thought was a defense.
　He must have lost his venom after being told that. Isaac muttered, "d*mn," and ruffled his red hair with his thick fingers.

　There was a sound that sounded like the subdued screaming of a giant sea beast.
　The sound of a whistle.
　A white ship slowly revealed itself from the shadows of the cape.
　The Silver Podalgae. This is a single inspection vessel equipped with a fire lizard internal combustion engine (salamander engine) built by the Round Table. The name of the vessel has many names, such as research, test type, etc., but this powerboat with an internal combustion engine, which is rare in the Seldesia world, is heading to the continent.
''It's the princess!''
　A girl in a shallow green cloak waved her hand, taking advantage of her good adventurer's eyesight.
'I knew I could see you.
Oh, wow. They're waving at you, too.
　Carefree, Michitaka and the others shouted as well.
　The Silver Podalgae, with Leinecia, the representative of the Round Table, and the members of the D3-PG who were protecting her, were on their way to the Yuled Continent.
　Today was the day that she and the other members of the continental research team and Shiroe and the rest of the goodwill delegation would be leaving at the same time. It was only natural that we would be seeing them off in droves.
　Reinesia, more like a grain of rice than a pea, waved a small hand at us. Her appearance was that of a war maiden of some time ago. Next to her was a maid in an upright posture as usual, and Takayama Sanza in her uniform. The one waving the flag in a showy manner is probably the Adventurer from D3-PG. A sword and a wrench crossed over the waving flag. --It's the emblem of the Round Table, a symbol of your will to stand in the land.
　I've already said my goodbyes, and it's not like we can call on them to reach us here and in the West.
　The Silver Podalgae turned slowly, leaving behind a trail of white waves, and headed off in the direction of Tokyo Bay.
　If push comes to shove, the members of the team with the Eagle Lion (Gryphon) will be there, so I'm not so worried about them. We will have to say goodbye for a while.

　Are we going to be okay? I wonder if we were prepared enough.
　I should have made some more ink and paper for consumption. Did we load the ammunition properly?
　He didn't mean to be worried at all, but Shiroe was vaguely thinking about that, when Akatsuki, who was riding on the same horse's back, turned around when he was smacked from behind.
'What's wrong?'
'I'm worried again. That's going to give you a stomach ache.
"Ug.
　Naotsugu noticed Shiroe's frown as he was accused of having a stomachache and approached him as well.
Are you okay, White? I mean, do you want me to go too?
Don't worry about it. Foolishly, I'm sure it's just a random order, right? It's almost in order, right?　This time I will rule my lord.
You're not a little boy.
What?
　A kitten watches the deft exchange with a smiling face. Behind him is Serara. If you look around, you can also see Minori and Isuzu in the coach's coach seat.
　Touya and Rundelhaus are newly purchased war horses.
This delegation, the delegation to the Horizon of Records, is　Shiroe and Akatsuki!　And two boys from the Yearly Business Group, Touya and Rundelhaus!　And what's more, the galaxy is waiting for a supernova idol, Bokutora!
Worry fest.
Yeah?
　Again, for a moment, Tetra wrapped around Naotori like a hamster, "You should be grateful, right!　I'm offering to lead the charge to give you some time with Miss Marie! He grinned.
　Naotsugu and Marielle, who had turned bright red, said in unison, "What are you talking about! However, Henrietta chides him for his unreasonable excuses, saying, "Are you a child?

Naotsugu senpai. I'll go with you, don't worry.
　It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of your time with the West Wind Brigade. The girl in the asagi-hair weave, Isami, and the sleeveless-robed Sandy, a priestess, are following along with her.
The West Wind Brigade and the Black Sword Knights will be there, so you won't have to worry about their strength.
Naotsugu nodded to Isaac, who assured him, though in a throwaway tone, "That's right.
'Isaac-san, you're Iserus-sama's bodyguard, right?
I don't care about the details.
　Isaac doesn't even listen to Henrietta's nail-biting, but that can't be helped. The members of the goodwill delegation are the representative of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, Prince Yserus. Advisor, Marquis Kiriva. In addition to the representatives of the Round Table, Shiroe of the Horizon of Records, and Karashin of the Eighth Shopping Arcade, the delegation consisted of more than one hundred people, including attendants and bodyguards.
　There was no armed force in Yamato that could attack a group of 100 adventurers. Of course, we wouldn't let our guard down just after the Akiba incident, but even so, the members were selected to be the best, even if they could survive an attack by the Tenkaisha.

　There are of course concerns.
　It's a good thing that you're able to have a good time.
　There is no doubt that Mototora is competent as a fighting force and as a guide to Minami's situation, but his free-spirited nature means that he is likely to cause problems, which is also worrying.
　Speaking of worrying, maybe that's not necessary, but I'm also concerned about the state of Rundelhaus and Touya, who have been running for this goodwill mission.
　-- If possible, I would have wanted Touya, the twins, to be by Minori's side, who would be left behind, but wouldn't it be arrogant and selfish of Shiroe's position to want that?　While I was thinking like that, it was also true that the day of my departure had come.

''Hmmmmmmm, let's go for a bite to eat!
My lord, my lord. I want to eat dried horse mackerel.
　But it was only for a short time that I was able to worry like that. As if they couldn't see Shiroe's silence, Akatsuki and Tetra began pulling on his ears from both sides.
　It's a noisy group, Shiroe was dismayed, but inwardly grateful.
　The guild house may be away, but Shiroe's place of return is right here. With that in mind, he turned around and called out to the rest of the group.
''We're leaving!''
　Representing the Alliance of Free Cities of Eastar and the Round Table, a goodwill delegation set out to stabilize relations with West Yamato. Their departure marked the beginning of a new chapter in their adventure.