48 48 stories, all fierce.

Before we introduced ourselves to each other, we moved on to strict precautions.

Earlier, I was unexpectedly upset by the Ikebo exhalation attack caused by the night shaking from my ear (thus), but I am again alert.

If it's not NPC, I can't help but find out.

Then this place only marches with strength.

George, who leads the way, silently opens up a swarm of mercenaries (players).

It's strange because the mercenary standing in front of George somehow turns his way with a 'hiss' and a frightened face.

Well, thanks to George like that, I can't even stop my legs moving on. I was wondering if it would be more tangled up, but there are also shaky nights (Koya) and evenings (Yuki) that reveal intimidation against my surroundings, like pinching Mina with me, and there are no mercenaries (players) out there trying to talk directly to me.

Yuki holds the pattern of the sword placed on her hips, indicating that she can always pull through the sword.

He also wears a main weapon cage (gauntlet).

The two are outfits such as fully armed, and their aptitude is roughly not like attending a ball.

"Those guys, who are they?"

"That... is the middle class of a small mercenary regiment (clan) called the Hundred Rides Night Trip."

"Why are they with George Iron Blood?

"A hundred rides at night. Hey... like a knight who whispers and protects the mysterious princess?

The whispers (whispers) of mercenaries (players) who verbally express their speculations and opinions come to your ears.

At the behest of such an audience, a voice who often went through to crack and enter inquired around.

"But don't you think when you're a knight, you're powerless! Gentlemen!"

The Lord of the Voice opens his hands and looks at this one with an arrogant attitude, such as nothing to fear.

It's Glenn from The Hundred Nights, a boy with burning red hair and fine robes. Behind us is Yukio-kun, the deputy commander.

"My princess, I'm here to pick you up"

I thought you'd walked over here with Tsukatsuka, a sleepless magician who quickly interrupted between George and me, refreshed and on one knee.

Glenn confidently lifts his forehead with his right hand and reaches out his left hand.

I kind of put my neck around this intimate attitude as if this were normal.

"That's a lot of attitude, Glenn."

Glenn flatters you at night.

"Do you think we're going to send our friends (Taro) to you, the enemy, in the middle of the war?

Yuki also pursues.

But, Glenn, you have such a cool grin that you don't even want to solve that.

"Stupid. This is between you and me, princess, and you don't deserve to pinch your mouth from side to side."

No, well, maybe it does.

"In this ball, the major player escorting the princess is decided with me. Because the poor princess herself will nominate me as a good friend."

Why are you so confident, Glenn?

When I say one way or the other, I don't have any good feelings for the mercenary groups (clans) or the "Baijitsu" who are hostile to Evening Fai (Yuki) or Shaking Night (Koya).

As I looked up to determine how best to handle it, George, who had stopped his leg, turned around and gave Glenn your buttocks.

"Higu."

The movement is like clean running water, smooth and agile.

Everyone on the spot couldn't react.

Glenn looks at your slightly slurred voice rising, and George speaks.

"Oh dear, just (...) to the Otokos, I wonder if Angel's escort role will serve."

When Okama says he's not just an otoko, words weigh a lot.

"I don't think Otoko would be in a futile quarrel. Wow? Is Glenn the enemy of angels?

"Eh?"

Glenn, who wanders off with an inverted voice, as if he was barely pressured by George's double-eyed closing wink.

"Hey, it's not easy to talk to you, huh? As long as angels are good, let's talk about later."

George gave me a glimpse.

Sure, it's only a bad hand to argue with you in vain here, Glenn. So, even if there is hostility to Evening Faith (Yuki) or Shaking Night (so on), if you don't have that kind of attitude towards me, why don't I focus on it and follow it subtly?

"It's good for the basket."

George, with my approval, urged Glenn to hold his arm in unspoken motion, let him stand and walk.

Thus, George takes the lead. Right behind it, Glenn, you and Yukio.

To the left and right, Evening Fair (Yuki) and Shaking Night (Koya). Me and Mina go deep into the venue, protected by five walls.

Happily, if we keep going at this pace, we may be able to reach near the door of the royal castle. If the king of Michelangelo were to come out, it must be near a door lined with divine soldiers (Deus). He told everyone in advance that he wanted to taste the ball in the closest position he could see the king, so I think nature and destination are guessing. Except for you, Glenn.

It's just a little shame, Shizuku.

The carriage that Hundreds of Nightrides could buy was a two-wheeled carriage with up to two passengers.

So this time, we are only here at night (Koya) and evening glow (Yuki). Later, he said that Shizuku and Yuki-chan would also enter the venue after changing carriages, but I feel a little lonely not being able to experience the first ball together.

I was thinking about that, arrowhead.

A big man appeared standing in front of George.

"Hello, wow. It's George."

The gutsy talking man skipped a friendly greeting to George.

Contrary to its crude tone, the mercenary (player), who appeared to be in his mid-30s dressed in pisci black, peered from the top of his black clothes with no less forged muscles than a wolf.

"Oh, it's not Bentens."

The man called to Bentens and George slowly twisted his own hair with his hands. He stiffens his dark hair with pomado or something and makes it all-back.

Plus his right eye seems to be crushed with a knife wound or something, and he gives an atmosphere like a mafia executive when he puts on a black suit + a bad face or something.

"You don't look well, George. No. I'm looking after you, so I'd love to hear from you once in a while."

Bentens looks down on me with his hands on my jaw.

"Oh, my God. ♪ I wonder if you're interested all around?

"I care about you, but I care about the beautiful featherworm."

Gahaha and I rock the big figure and laugh, I'm scared but somewhere adorable, and I even think it's a little cool as the same guy when I smash it.

"Ya, jealous. Angel is always there - he's still a friend. No matter how much Bentens, I wonder if it's as a man to explore a woman's friendship. Wow?

"Yes, don't be an asshole, Georgie. Me and you, I know."

That's what Bentens' brother said. Glenn pushed you away and approached me.

"Wow, lady. I'm the vice president of the Mercenary Corps (Klan) called" The Alcohol Eater at Dusk ". Say hello."

The right hand offered is thick and crusty.

If they grip me, they're going to crush me.

There's quite a physical difference between me and Bentens, and I see him up the size of a mountain.

Unalarmed opponents, I grab a nickel and a smile dress hem with both hands.

Then gently fold your knees and lower your head.

"I say taro. You think George and I are good friends? Please, stay tuned."

I let him shy away from shaking hands.

"Whoa, you little bitch, you're the lady with the liver balls? Aren't you a good friend, George? No."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Um, lady. What's with the feather?

Unexpectedly wander over to Bentens, who keeps his face close.

He stares at the dwarf stuck on my shoulder and laughs nimally.

"Say hello instead. No, you can tell me as a sign of friendship."

Did you come after all?

This question.

Apparently, the surroundings, too, are listening to the flow of the story, softly.

Furthermore, I now realize that three other good mercenaries in the same black suit as Bentens are standing in positions surrounding us.

Probably the same mercenary regiment (clan) as Bentens. Besides, the fact that the four of us are in the venue must have probably been in the venue with a 'two-headed four-wheeled carriage'. The maximum number of people on that carriage is up to four, just like my carriage.

In other words, it must be a mercenary regiment (clan) with considerable financial and strength.

How should I answer?

If I honestly answer here that I am a fairy, will you fulfill and release me easily? At the very least, I wanted to travel to a place where the king seemed to see well before answering these questions blame......

"It's time for us to head further back to the venue."

So Yuki and Yuki enter before Bentens and me and smile.

"Right. It's time for our princess to cut the numbness. We have to move before the mood breaks. So Osama, get out of the way."

Then, at night, he changed his position to shelter me and Mina.

I think they should be taller for a year of high school.

Yuki is 178 cm and Koya is 183 cm at night.

I made a character out of real modules, so that outfit is no different from reality. In the first place, Clan Clan has to make a character clip with less than 5 cm of physical error from reality, but I dare say.

Even as those two stood in front of Bentens as a wall actor, Bentens was high for one head and emitted a sense of intimidation like a big bear.

"Ah? You can walk on your own. I'm talking to George and the silver-haired lady."

Like all the loud bugs, Bentens looks down on my classmates.

"That's not going to happen. We're friends with what you call a silver-haired lady."

There's no such thing as an old man talking fast.

A pulse runs on Bentens' temples whether he has caused them to be slightly irritated by their unrelenting attitude.

"Who are you guys?

"Yu of the Hundred Rides of Night"

"It's Koo as well."

Evening glow (Yuki) and night shake (Koya) to raise his name, and now Glenn speaks out in the way you panicked.

"I'm a sleepless magician, Gu." You know, I don't want it. You're a middle-aged kid. "

Glenn, Bentens blocks your mouth and faces Yu and Kou.

Mina, who was lying next to me, is also standing in front of me, even though her hands are shaking.

"You guys are weak mercenaries (clans) I've never heard of. What kind of advice do you give me? You know what's gonna happen, don't you?

After all, a mercenary regiment (clan) called "The Alcohol Eater at Dusk" is like a first-degree mercenary regiment (clan). If a group of mercenaries like that caught their eyes because of me and set up a 'war', they wouldn't even be able to see it.

I stare at the menacing Bentens and try to confront them on my own by pushing over the night and evening glow.

But it was George who put his soggy hand on my shoulder and smiled at Woof.

"Bentense."

"It's you, George. No."

Two facing each other.

George is also long there, but the thickness, the height, and the bentense are up there.

Evening Fai (Yuki) and Shaking Night (Koya), who had been in a collision position until earlier, pulled their hips on such an Okama break-in. Look primarily at George.

Sometimes I'm short from me, and I can't even see what look George is giving me because he's looking forward.

I was interested, so I tried to peek, but I was pushed away by a rare blue-faced shaking night (like this).

"This is where you're going to deal with me and the Otoko kid? These children are my prey."

Okama refers to the shaking night (Koya) and Yuki.

I feel like George's Afro swelled up 1.5 times without a heart.

In addition, the muscles of both arms move in a dust.

I don't care, Shaking Night and Evening Fai, Don Mai.

That's a handsome guy, you guys, you just got targeted by a wolf.

Really, you curse the fact that you were born handsome, huh?

"Oh, ooh. Georgie, don't look at me like that. It's a feast, isn't it? Well, I'm more excited than I usually am."

The expression remained strong, Bentense on the strong side, but sweat is beginning to flow on his forehead.

"My friend, uh, before I offend you. No, I saw you again. Hey, huh?

"... oh, let's. Hey, you guys, come on."

When Bentens said so, the three men in black followed him further behind the venue.

After they left, Yuki and Koya took a breath.

"I'm glad you had that (...) Mr. George"

To Yuki's soliloquy, Glenn, who was completely turned into air, questions George.

"But why didn't you drive him back sooner, did you?

George answers you with a full grin, Glenn, who uses an unscrupulous salute.

"Because, he. Good at what you do."

Okama flies his upbeat, uh-huh throwing kiss to Bentens' back as he leaves.

I see.

So George was a valuable buyer of Hui Sword (Arts)?

I wonder if the free men will play the role of escort for Angel.

For some reason, George's words lingered on my head.