Chapter 621: Expressionist Path
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I felt as if "Celesta" had suddenly appeared ahead of me on a lonely path to sew the darkness, being taken by an elf woman with a good feeling.
"Wah..."
"Busy......!
How celesta-like dirty air. Augs and beasts gathered at open-air tables, Dwarves with Lizard Man, and some dark elves.
It was exactly the kind of hustle and bustle in the crucible that was characteristic of Celesta.
No, this city itself must be Celesta, but the compartment I've been in was somewhat quiet and folded right, as if it were a street in a luxury residential neighborhood in Trot. I didn't hear any transcendent dong chang noise from the tavern.
"Fae shit, anybody in O.K. is around here.... a dozen people will show you around later in the evening... about a hotel in Bolton. I'm closing the front door because I'm not good at lunch, so it's just the right time to check in."
"Are you okay there..."
"There's no more inns than luxury, is there? And you shouldn't expect anything carefree about serving meals over there. If you want to eat, pinch it here. I don't have any elf-favorite food, though."
When the woman says so, she takes the boned chicken at will from the table she was drinking there and sips it.
The customer who was taken reacted immediately.
"Oh, fuck... what are you eating!
"Don't say it stinks, Dennis, with a bottle or two of meat."
"... what is it, Mr. Gloria? Let's get back to work."
He seemed familiar to me.
"Not for today. Damn, I'm not in the mood to go home without a drink, and I'm tangled up with some weird guys.... Elf, this is all I've brought, and I can't even find a rattle."
"Ooh... this is all beautiful. Ah. Hey, you guys, where are you from?
"I don't know where they say it's coming from... but for now, it's a trot country..."
"Trot? Take the elves from the trot here? Sometimes things are different."
A middle-aged fox beast named Dennis with a funny face.
Well, as for the Celestan perception here, Trot will still only be a country hostile to the elves.
It takes a while before that kind of thing starts to change and the recognition actually spreads.
"You know there's an elf forest behind the trot."
Irina said so, and took a slice of meat from Mr. Dennis's plate, and scowled.
Mr. Dennis opened his mouth to the feeling of "Ah," and closed it again bitterly.
"What's wrong with that?"
"It's also open there now. There's less elves coming and going."
"Huh? Is that true? Why is that all of a sudden? When the elves are around, they stop tall and they don't change what they say."
It's about me.
"No, except for Mr. Gloria."
Ms Gloria eats bird feet with her hip on the edge of the table behaving badly. When you swallow it, you refer to Irina with that bone.
"I'm curious, too. Is something wrong in the north? Who are you from?"
"You can name it, but isn't that better first?
"... I'm Gloria. My family was empty but broke. Come on, I told you."
Ms Gloria, whom I will name sooner.... what, a broken gate?
Me face-to-face with all the female slaves around me for the heavy words that suddenly came up.
Irina, meanwhile, flatly listens to it and names it.
"White Jan's daughter, Irina."
………………
Ms Gloria, an outrageous sentence.
Remove the polories and bones.
"Mr. Tsubaki?"
Mr Dennis picks it up (it was on the table for once) and looks up to Ms Gloria as she twirls a bit of leftover meat.
I didn't seem to know why I was out of line.... No, you don't normally understand. Yeah.
"Though I don't know the face of a straw, I think I know the name of my father."
"White Jan... I'm sure Jan... wait a minute, why is the daughter of the head of the Nine Clans in the North here with the Scarecrow?"
"My father's name teased me because I thought it was too late. He's my chief now. My father's already in hiding."
A little good at Irina. I know it feels kind of good when you respond so well.
That's all Ms Gloria was wolfish about.
"Oh, my God, that's what... oh, wait... look closely, the red-haired woman there! If you do it..."
"Empty Dior is my daughter, Aurora. I'm late."
She opens her eyes in amazement.
"But though I speak of the same family, I do not know how thy doom is broken. Can I ask you something, if you don't mind?
"... chip. Well, I heard you had a sister too."
Sigh, Ms Gloria sitting next to Mr Dennis.
"It's not like we're having fun. They're tired. Why don't you put them in a hotel in Bolton?"
"... ah, oh"
I instruct the female slaves by hand.
Dismissed. It's a sign that action is at your discretion. I went to the hotel to leave my things and I stumbled on a meal.
It's a Celesta Army hand signal, so the irrelevant Naia's, the gauntlet, and the fennel, etc. were decent, but Angelos, Luna, and Mr. Hilda will guess and guide us around.
And it was Irina, Aurora, and Lyla and I who stayed at the Blue Sky Tavern (even though it was night) and sat across the street.
It's a pretty big table for parties, so besides Ms Gloria and Mr Dennis, there are a few drunks. He said it was already deepening at night, but he was strangely happy that the number of beautiful places had suddenly increased, and some whistled on this side.
"... I don't think we're even talking that much attention"
"What, not at this point. Don't hesitate to ask questions. The situation in this city is so personal."
"... it's not about talking to the Visitor Mountain, I don't know how it broke the gate"
"If you really don't want to tell me, leave me alone. We named each other. I don't care what you do with strange faces."
"... Shit. Indeed, it is quite strange that the chief of the northern clan and the princess of Klabes line up the back streets of this city. I don't feel comfortable with you being blunt."
Ms Gloria received a cup of pottery brought to her by the daughter of her servant, containing a sip of the flame liquor held by it, and then looked at this one with a zip.
"How do you expect such dignitaries to make this one? Let me know first."
"Oh, my God, what about the Fire Dragon War?
"? Oh, I'm watching. I was still near Klebes by then."
"Then you've heard the legend of the Dragon Rider.... the last black dragon in the desert, and the youngest daughter of the blue dragon in the North Forest. More silver dragons from the other side of the earth, dragon riders appeared who could follow them singly"
"... what a fuss to talk about"
Ms Gloria drinks to lick the flame liquor again lightly.
Mr Dennis next door also drinks saliva.
"The... dragon rider."
"He's a man, but he can command the dragon. Depending on his mood, the city and the woods may not burn. Humanity cannot stop it. 'Cause the only dragon slayer that can pin them down is forbidden, right?
"... oh well"
"So to work out what to do about it... you think we're going around negotiating land that might be marginal?
What? I'm like the bad guy.
... Oh, something Irina said earlier, in retrospect for a moment, could indeed be a dragon rider threat theoretical narrative.
When she thought so and glanced at Lyla, Lyla looked like she was going to bite off a laugh.
"I can't even say it's unrelated. It is only to this extent that I can speak of fright. I don't know much about it. It's politics."
…………
Seat across the table with a serious face.
I don't know if I can explain the story properly. Lila and Aurora biting off laughter.
... and realizing that it's a pattern where you have to prove a lot of trouble when you screw around, I swallow the words first.
"Do you want me to ask you something like that? Why are you broken and why are you in such a city?"
"... it's a half-way story that we talked about drinking. You don't have to be so excited."
Ms Gloria strayed from sight from Irina and shriveled like a atrophy.
Lick the liquor again for a while, and sigh.
"... the painting became a problem in the Presbyterian Church."
"Hmm?"
"I have enough life to stay in things. I drew a lot, but I didn't have a motif as appealing as a person's body.... So there's a scroll in this country that depicts a naked woman. The guy who was inspired by that painting was shaken up by the Presbyterian Church... and then there's the shame of it."
…………
A scroll depicting a naked woman?
... porn scrolls?
Huh, I broke the door because I imitated that...?
"Oh, hey, Aurora, Elder, meet me? Isn't your father the greatest?"
"The sky is too big for a clan chief to arrange everything... so when it comes to detailed matters that aren't enough to make a decision, elders everywhere discuss it with their neighbors for harmony. Not enough to hold my father back, but he seems to have a strong voice."
"I think redundancy of authority is harmful."
"… as you put it, the ambiguity of boundaries creates room for reluctance and conspiracy between each other, and sometimes seems to be a problem"
Understand more or less with Irina and Aurora's description.
And I'll give you a little slack.
An adjudicating body that the old man runs in Nana and whose authority is strong but who doesn't know exactly where the responsibility lies... I'm just concerned to think about dealing with it.
In Polka, the baron stomped on me as the only aristocratic lord, but that's the kind of traditional power structure that was there in the king's capital.
Not as an administrative body, but like the customary "opinion-group not to defy" was something that was found in each professional union, in each district.
It inhibits new movements like an invisible curse and deprives them of vitality.
The truth is that not sure who said it sounds like a tree spirit inside a closed world, softly wrapped and smothered the opponent with a vortex of words close to worthless: "morally unacceptable" and "raging" for unclear reasons.
Only the emotions that hide the objection destination continue to get tangled up like multiple spider nests. If I deal with that, any rebellion won't work. We just have to figure it out.
Ms Gloria was swallowed whole by it, crushed.
"But what is a woman naked? While she is a woman."
"Ha, the Presbyterian followed me there, too.... Would it have been nice if a man was naked?"
"It would have been easier to understand the lust and reason of the person."
"I don't hate you, but you're lacking in response. Expressing it is a challenge to the recipient. That's not necessarily connected to my greed. Understanding and aesthetics, ideals and ideas that I have as a woman...... I also really miss asking and making men's instincts acknowledge the things I put together with them. Expressionists who only deal with their instincts are also desirable, but I don't want to imitate them."
"... you wouldn't know if they weren't specialists."
"Right. Too much talk."
Ms Gloria smiles bitterly.
But I feel her words.
They also contained something universal as expressionists.
Even if you ask me as a blacksmith, I can get through a lot.
Nothing. Blacksmiths who strike swords are not all good swordsmen. I can't hit it with all my real feelings.
But swordsmen are not blacksmiths either. It remains that the ideals you have as a physical sensation are not technically correct or functional.
As an expression and recipient, it is found that filling the gap in its sensibility with imagination, or proposing and suing counterproposals, and that it also outweighed the other's ideals… there is no doubt that it is one bliss.
And most importantly.
I feel an unspeakable admiration for the height of its soul, shameless in the face of the nakedness of a woman.
"So I got kicked out of the woods... and I got here"
"This doesn't seem like a good place for an elf to live."
"That's good."
Ms Gloria laughing a little lonely.
"Wouldn't it be something a broken elf can get along with next door with an elf who isn't? The city, cold enough for the elves, was warmer for the detached as a result. Besides, this isn't a friendly place for elves, but it's just the city of Celesta and not the kind of city that actively sells fights. I don't know. I don't know. I pretend I don't see it. There's a way to live."
"That may be true... but some cities are also highly discriminatory, even for Celesta."
"There have been times in the last hundred years when this was a trot. Prior to Celesta, this meadow area was an independent country. I don't know anything about the comfort of living in a human being, but there are as many heterogeneous colonies as there are. Even Klebes, right? Human beings are one of a variety. Doesn't that mean you have a right to have a city like that?"
"... Hmm"
"Ma, I think you could let me live a little easier.... Oh, I don't have a job to make money on Locke other than painting, even that money isn't that frequent. Some nights I have to sell spring cheap. But if you're in the woods, you're starting to feel grateful to be alive."
Ms Gloria looks at the cup on the verge with a slightly intoxicated eye and then gently glances at me.
"Oh, yeah. You don't look bad. What do you say, 100 a night from now? Not even with a tark whore, but it's still hands-on to the extent that the city can be served."
"Ho. What do we do, Lord Owner?"
"Hey, what's up?"
"Mixing it on the floor would be pathetic. No loud Selene or Deane either. Let's go play."
"A pity..."
"What, is there an onna in here or just now? Do it, you don't look hot. Mixing this one with more than one is also completely alike. Long live you immersed in luxury, long live you less burdensome."
Neighbor Mr. Dennis eats and hangs Ms Gloria, who says as she nibbles.
"Oh, come on, if you're going to sell like that now, it's time for you to deal with me." We're all waiting in order because two cases a day are called Sekiyama, right?
"You did it last week, didn't you? Besides, can you let me pick someone over here once in a while? I'm tired of prolonging it with a similar face."
"That's not true..."
"Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook."
"Three times a hundred!?
"That's a special discount for this young man. The usual price is two hundred, right?
"I can't do six hundred..."
The drunk around him laughs at Mr. Dennis, who snorts.
But... it's a strange space.
Surround the whore we're all using, and this is obvious.
After all, what a rare white elf whore they take care of. Besides, if you look at it from a general heterogeneous race, is it because you're a big senior that we can't all get our heads up?
I don't know if I can turn my virginity off after that. I can hardly resist Selene either.
"Uh... I'm very interested in that, too"
"What? Not even a hundred?"
"No... I was wondering if you'd like to see that female body painting that Mr. Gloria painted. If that's what you're still drawing."
"Heh."
Ms Gloria laughs niggardly.
"You like porn scrolls?
"Absolutely."
The moment I skipped the condescending word and flew to the slogan "porn scroll," I felt my heart connected to this woman.
Somehow I felt that way.
I was hoping so.
"This is my latest piece." The Dance of the Succubus. "
At the home where Mr. Gloria guided me, I opened the scroll I was offered and I appreciate it.
"... ooh... ooh...!!
"I'm not proud of it, but it's selling pretty well..."
"All of it, please"
I grabbed all that was on my desk and said, Mr. Gloria looked puzzled with his mouth open.
"... oh, no, no"
"Hand it over to your friends."
"Uh... I'm glad, but come on..."
No, they actually buy it properly at a fixed price. They're asking me to.
Thanks to the dragons' treasure deal at the polka, we can manage to pay for it.
"... ok, sell.... but I'll sell it."
"I did it."
"... sell but wait a minute. The... you know, I was dealing with another guy earlier... because it's a little dirty"
"Huh."
"Well... you can't just give it to me and end up high... I mean, I'm sorry..."
Mr. Gloria blushes, out of sight.
"Oh, uh... are you staying at Bolton's? Then I'll go to Bolton if you let me know Gloria's coming later..."
"... yes, no, well... as long as you're happy with them"
... uh.
I wonder what it is. I know it's just a spirit of service.
"Good. I'm looking forward to it."
Something tells me you're suddenly too young for words... and your ears are picky with joy... this guy is adorable.
(cont 'd)
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I felt as if "Celesta" had suddenly appeared ahead of me on a lonely path to sew the darkness, being taken by an elf woman with a good feeling.
"Wah..."
"Busy......!
How celesta-like dirty air. Augs and beasts gathered at open-air tables, Dwarves with Lizard Man, and some dark elves.
It was exactly the kind of hustle and bustle in the crucible that was characteristic of Celesta.
No, this city itself must be Celesta, but the compartment I've been in was somewhat quiet and folded right, as if it were a street in a luxury residential neighborhood in Trot. I didn't hear any transcendent dong chang noise from the tavern.
"Fae shit, anybody in O.K. is around here.... a dozen people will show you around later in the evening... about a hotel in Bolton. I'm closing the front door because I'm not good at lunch, so it's just the right time to check in."
"Are you okay there..."
"There's no more inns than luxury, is there? And you shouldn't expect anything carefree about serving meals over there. If you want to eat, pinch it here. I don't have any elf-favorite food, though."
When the woman says so, she takes the boned chicken at will from the table she was drinking there and sips it.
The customer who was taken reacted immediately.
"Oh, fuck... what are you eating!
"Don't say it stinks, Dennis, with a bottle or two of meat."
"... what is it, Mr. Gloria? Let's get back to work."
He seemed familiar to me.
"Not for today. Damn, I'm not in the mood to go home without a drink, and I'm tangled up with some weird guys.... Elf, this is all I've brought, and I can't even find a rattle."
"Ooh... this is all beautiful. Ah. Hey, you guys, where are you from?
"I don't know where they say it's coming from... but for now, it's a trot country..."
"Trot? Take the elves from the trot here? Sometimes things are different."
A middle-aged fox beast named Dennis with a funny face.
Well, as for the Celestan perception here, Trot will still only be a country hostile to the elves.
It takes a while before that kind of thing starts to change and the recognition actually spreads.
"You know there's an elf forest behind the trot."
Irina said so, and took a slice of meat from Mr. Dennis's plate, and scowled.
Mr. Dennis opened his mouth to the feeling of "Ah," and closed it again bitterly.
"What's wrong with that?"
"It's also open there now. There's less elves coming and going."
"Huh? Is that true? Why is that all of a sudden? When the elves are around, they stop tall and they don't change what they say."
It's about me.
"No, except for Mr. Gloria."
Ms Gloria eats bird feet with her hip on the edge of the table behaving badly. When you swallow it, you refer to Irina with that bone.
"I'm curious, too. Is something wrong in the north? Who are you from?"
"You can name it, but isn't that better first?
"... I'm Gloria. My family was empty but broke. Come on, I told you."
Ms Gloria, whom I will name sooner.... what, a broken gate?
Me face-to-face with all the female slaves around me for the heavy words that suddenly came up.
Irina, meanwhile, flatly listens to it and names it.
"White Jan's daughter, Irina."
………………
Ms Gloria, an outrageous sentence.
Remove the polories and bones.
"Mr. Tsubaki?"
Mr Dennis picks it up (it was on the table for once) and looks up to Ms Gloria as she twirls a bit of leftover meat.
I didn't seem to know why I was out of line.... No, you don't normally understand. Yeah.
"Though I don't know the face of a straw, I think I know the name of my father."
"White Jan... I'm sure Jan... wait a minute, why is the daughter of the head of the Nine Clans in the North here with the Scarecrow?"
"My father's name teased me because I thought it was too late. He's my chief now. My father's already in hiding."
A little good at Irina. I know it feels kind of good when you respond so well.
That's all Ms Gloria was wolfish about.
"Oh, my God, that's what... oh, wait... look closely, the red-haired woman there! If you do it..."
"Empty Dior is my daughter, Aurora. I'm late."
She opens her eyes in amazement.
"But though I speak of the same family, I do not know how thy doom is broken. Can I ask you something, if you don't mind?
"... chip. Well, I heard you had a sister too."
Sigh, Ms Gloria sitting next to Mr Dennis.
"It's not like we're having fun. They're tired. Why don't you put them in a hotel in Bolton?"
"... ah, oh"
I instruct the female slaves by hand.
Dismissed. It's a sign that action is at your discretion. I went to the hotel to leave my things and I stumbled on a meal.
It's a Celesta Army hand signal, so the irrelevant Naia's, the gauntlet, and the fennel, etc. were decent, but Angelos, Luna, and Mr. Hilda will guess and guide us around.
And it was Irina, Aurora, and Lyla and I who stayed at the Blue Sky Tavern (even though it was night) and sat across the street.
It's a pretty big table for parties, so besides Ms Gloria and Mr Dennis, there are a few drunks. He said it was already deepening at night, but he was strangely happy that the number of beautiful places had suddenly increased, and some whistled on this side.
"... I don't think we're even talking that much attention"
"What, not at this point. Don't hesitate to ask questions. The situation in this city is so personal."
"... it's not about talking to the Visitor Mountain, I don't know how it broke the gate"
"If you really don't want to tell me, leave me alone. We named each other. I don't care what you do with strange faces."
"... Shit. Indeed, it is quite strange that the chief of the northern clan and the princess of Klabes line up the back streets of this city. I don't feel comfortable with you being blunt."
Ms Gloria received a cup of pottery brought to her by the daughter of her servant, containing a sip of the flame liquor held by it, and then looked at this one with a zip.
"How do you expect such dignitaries to make this one? Let me know first."
"Oh, my God, what about the Fire Dragon War?
"? Oh, I'm watching. I was still near Klebes by then."
"Then you've heard the legend of the Dragon Rider.... the last black dragon in the desert, and the youngest daughter of the blue dragon in the North Forest. More silver dragons from the other side of the earth, dragon riders appeared who could follow them singly"
"... what a fuss to talk about"
Ms Gloria drinks to lick the flame liquor again lightly.
Mr Dennis next door also drinks saliva.
"The... dragon rider."
"He's a man, but he can command the dragon. Depending on his mood, the city and the woods may not burn. Humanity cannot stop it. 'Cause the only dragon slayer that can pin them down is forbidden, right?
"... oh well"
"So to work out what to do about it... you think we're going around negotiating land that might be marginal?
What? I'm like the bad guy.
... Oh, something Irina said earlier, in retrospect for a moment, could indeed be a dragon rider threat theoretical narrative.
When she thought so and glanced at Lyla, Lyla looked like she was going to bite off a laugh.
"I can't even say it's unrelated. It is only to this extent that I can speak of fright. I don't know much about it. It's politics."
…………
Seat across the table with a serious face.
I don't know if I can explain the story properly. Lila and Aurora biting off laughter.
... and realizing that it's a pattern where you have to prove a lot of trouble when you screw around, I swallow the words first.
"Do you want me to ask you something like that? Why are you broken and why are you in such a city?"
"... it's a half-way story that we talked about drinking. You don't have to be so excited."
Ms Gloria strayed from sight from Irina and shriveled like a atrophy.
Lick the liquor again for a while, and sigh.
"... the painting became a problem in the Presbyterian Church."
"Hmm?"
"I have enough life to stay in things. I drew a lot, but I didn't have a motif as appealing as a person's body.... So there's a scroll in this country that depicts a naked woman. The guy who was inspired by that painting was shaken up by the Presbyterian Church... and then there's the shame of it."
…………
A scroll depicting a naked woman?
... porn scrolls?
Huh, I broke the door because I imitated that...?
"Oh, hey, Aurora, Elder, meet me? Isn't your father the greatest?"
"The sky is too big for a clan chief to arrange everything... so when it comes to detailed matters that aren't enough to make a decision, elders everywhere discuss it with their neighbors for harmony. Not enough to hold my father back, but he seems to have a strong voice."
"I think redundancy of authority is harmful."
"… as you put it, the ambiguity of boundaries creates room for reluctance and conspiracy between each other, and sometimes seems to be a problem"
Understand more or less with Irina and Aurora's description.
And I'll give you a little slack.
An adjudicating body that the old man runs in Nana and whose authority is strong but who doesn't know exactly where the responsibility lies... I'm just concerned to think about dealing with it.
In Polka, the baron stomped on me as the only aristocratic lord, but that's the kind of traditional power structure that was there in the king's capital.
Not as an administrative body, but like the customary "opinion-group not to defy" was something that was found in each professional union, in each district.
It inhibits new movements like an invisible curse and deprives them of vitality.
The truth is that not sure who said it sounds like a tree spirit inside a closed world, softly wrapped and smothered the opponent with a vortex of words close to worthless: "morally unacceptable" and "raging" for unclear reasons.
Only the emotions that hide the objection destination continue to get tangled up like multiple spider nests. If I deal with that, any rebellion won't work. We just have to figure it out.
Ms Gloria was swallowed whole by it, crushed.
"But what is a woman naked? While she is a woman."
"Ha, the Presbyterian followed me there, too.... Would it have been nice if a man was naked?"
"It would have been easier to understand the lust and reason of the person."
"I don't hate you, but you're lacking in response. Expressing it is a challenge to the recipient. That's not necessarily connected to my greed. Understanding and aesthetics, ideals and ideas that I have as a woman...... I also really miss asking and making men's instincts acknowledge the things I put together with them. Expressionists who only deal with their instincts are also desirable, but I don't want to imitate them."
"... you wouldn't know if they weren't specialists."
"Right. Too much talk."
Ms Gloria smiles bitterly.
But I feel her words.
They also contained something universal as expressionists.
Even if you ask me as a blacksmith, I can get through a lot.
Nothing. Blacksmiths who strike swords are not all good swordsmen. I can't hit it with all my real feelings.
But swordsmen are not blacksmiths either. It remains that the ideals you have as a physical sensation are not technically correct or functional.
As an expression and recipient, it is found that filling the gap in its sensibility with imagination, or proposing and suing counterproposals, and that it also outweighed the other's ideals… there is no doubt that it is one bliss.
And most importantly.
I feel an unspeakable admiration for the height of its soul, shameless in the face of the nakedness of a woman.
"So I got kicked out of the woods... and I got here"
"This doesn't seem like a good place for an elf to live."
"That's good."
Ms Gloria laughing a little lonely.
"Wouldn't it be something a broken elf can get along with next door with an elf who isn't? The city, cold enough for the elves, was warmer for the detached as a result. Besides, this isn't a friendly place for elves, but it's just the city of Celesta and not the kind of city that actively sells fights. I don't know. I don't know. I pretend I don't see it. There's a way to live."
"That may be true... but some cities are also highly discriminatory, even for Celesta."
"There have been times in the last hundred years when this was a trot. Prior to Celesta, this meadow area was an independent country. I don't know anything about the comfort of living in a human being, but there are as many heterogeneous colonies as there are. Even Klebes, right? Human beings are one of a variety. Doesn't that mean you have a right to have a city like that?"
"... Hmm"
"Ma, I think you could let me live a little easier.... Oh, I don't have a job to make money on Locke other than painting, even that money isn't that frequent. Some nights I have to sell spring cheap. But if you're in the woods, you're starting to feel grateful to be alive."
Ms Gloria looks at the cup on the verge with a slightly intoxicated eye and then gently glances at me.
"Oh, yeah. You don't look bad. What do you say, 100 a night from now? Not even with a tark whore, but it's still hands-on to the extent that the city can be served."
"Ho. What do we do, Lord Owner?"
"Hey, what's up?"
"Mixing it on the floor would be pathetic. No loud Selene or Deane either. Let's go play."
"A pity..."
"What, is there an onna in here or just now? Do it, you don't look hot. Mixing this one with more than one is also completely alike. Long live you immersed in luxury, long live you less burdensome."
Neighbor Mr. Dennis eats and hangs Ms Gloria, who says as she nibbles.
"Oh, come on, if you're going to sell like that now, it's time for you to deal with me." We're all waiting in order because two cases a day are called Sekiyama, right?
"You did it last week, didn't you? Besides, can you let me pick someone over here once in a while? I'm tired of prolonging it with a similar face."
"That's not true..."
"Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook."
"Three times a hundred!?
"That's a special discount for this young man. The usual price is two hundred, right?
"I can't do six hundred..."
The drunk around him laughs at Mr. Dennis, who snorts.
But... it's a strange space.
Surround the whore we're all using, and this is obvious.
After all, what a rare white elf whore they take care of. Besides, if you look at it from a general heterogeneous race, is it because you're a big senior that we can't all get our heads up?
I don't know if I can turn my virginity off after that. I can hardly resist Selene either.
"Uh... I'm very interested in that, too"
"What? Not even a hundred?"
"No... I was wondering if you'd like to see that female body painting that Mr. Gloria painted. If that's what you're still drawing."
"Heh."
Ms Gloria laughs niggardly.
"You like porn scrolls?
"Absolutely."
The moment I skipped the condescending word and flew to the slogan "porn scroll," I felt my heart connected to this woman.
Somehow I felt that way.
I was hoping so.
"This is my latest piece." The Dance of the Succubus. "
At the home where Mr. Gloria guided me, I opened the scroll I was offered and I appreciate it.
"... ooh... ooh...!!
"I'm not proud of it, but it's selling pretty well..."
"All of it, please"
I grabbed all that was on my desk and said, Mr. Gloria looked puzzled with his mouth open.
"... oh, no, no"
"Hand it over to your friends."
"Uh... I'm glad, but come on..."
No, they actually buy it properly at a fixed price. They're asking me to.
Thanks to the dragons' treasure deal at the polka, we can manage to pay for it.
"... ok, sell.... but I'll sell it."
"I did it."
"... sell but wait a minute. The... you know, I was dealing with another guy earlier... because it's a little dirty"
"Huh."
"Well... you can't just give it to me and end up high... I mean, I'm sorry..."
Mr. Gloria blushes, out of sight.
"Oh, uh... are you staying at Bolton's? Then I'll go to Bolton if you let me know Gloria's coming later..."
"... yes, no, well... as long as you're happy with them"
... uh.
I wonder what it is. I know it's just a spirit of service.
"Good. I'm looking forward to it."
Something tells me you're suddenly too young for words... and your ears are picky with joy... this guy is adorable.
(cont 'd)
I felt as if "Celesta" had suddenly appeared ahead of me on a lonely path to sew the darkness, being taken by an elf woman with a good feeling."Wah...""Busy......! How celesta-like dirty air. Augs and beasts gathered at open-air tables, Dwarves with Lizard Man, and some dark elves.It was exactly the kind of hustle and bustle in the crucible that was characteristic of Celesta.No, this city itself must be Celesta, but the compartment I've been in was somewhat quiet and folded right, as if it were a street in a luxury residential neighborhood in Trot. I didn't hear any transcendent dong chang noise from the tavern."Fae shit, anybody in O.K. is around here.... a dozen people will show you around later in the evening... about a hotel in Bolton. I'm closing the front door because I'm not good at lunch, so it's just the right time to check in.""Are you okay there...""There's no more inns than luxury, is there? And you shouldn't expect anything carefree about serving meals over there. If you want to eat, pinch it here. I don't have any elf-favorite food, though."When the woman says so, she takes the boned chicken at will from the table she was drinking there and sips it.The customer who was taken reacted immediately."Oh, fuck... what are you eating! "Don't say it stinks, Dennis, with a bottle or two of meat.""... what is it, Mr. Gloria? Let's get back to work."He seemed familiar to me."Not for today. Damn, I'm not in the mood to go home without a drink, and I'm tangled up with some weird guys.... Elf, this is all I've brought, and I can't even find a rattle.""Ooh... this is all beautiful. Ah. Hey, you guys, where are you from? "I don't know where they say it's coming from... but for now, it's a trot country...""Trot? Take the elves from the trot here? Sometimes things are different."A middle-aged fox beast named Dennis with a funny face.Well, as for the Celestan perception here, Trot will still only be a country hostile to the elves.It takes a while before that kind of thing starts to change and the recognition actually spreads."You know there's an elf forest behind the trot."Irina said so, and took a slice of meat from Mr. Dennis's plate, and scowled.Mr. Dennis opened his mouth to the feeling of "Ah," and closed it again bitterly."What's wrong with that?""It's also open there now. There's less elves coming and going.""Huh? Is that true? Why is that all of a sudden? When the elves are around, they stop tall and they don't change what they say."It's about me."No, except for Mr. Gloria."Ms Gloria eats bird feet with her hip on the edge of the table behaving badly. When you swallow it, you refer to Irina with that bone."I'm curious, too. Is something wrong in the north? Who are you from?""You can name it, but isn't that better first? "... I'm Gloria. My family was empty but broke. Come on, I told you."Ms Gloria, whom I will name sooner.... what, a broken gate?Me face-to-face with all the female slaves around me for the heavy words that suddenly came up.Irina, meanwhile, flatly listens to it and names it."White Jan's daughter, Irina." Ms Gloria, an outrageous sentence.Remove the polories and bones."Mr. Tsubaki?"Mr Dennis picks it up it was on the table for once and looks up to Ms Gloria as she twirls a bit of leftover meat.I didn't seem to know why I was out of line.... No, you don't normally understand. Yeah."Though I don't know the face of a straw, I think I know the name of my father.""White Jan... I'm sure Jan... wait a minute, why is the daughter of the head of the Nine Clans in the North here with the Scarecrow?""My father's name teased me because I thought it was too late. He's my chief now. My father's already in hiding."A little good at Irina. I know it feels kind of good when you respond so well.That's all Ms Gloria was wolfish about."Oh, my God, that's what... oh, wait... look closely, the red-haired woman there! If you do it...""Empty Dior is my daughter, Aurora. I'm late."She opens her eyes in amazement."But though I speak of the same family, I do not know how thy doom is broken. Can I ask you something, if you don't mind? "... chip. Well, I heard you had a sister too."Sigh, Ms Gloria sitting next to Mr Dennis."It's not like we're having fun. They're tired. Why don't you put them in a hotel in Bolton?""... ah, oh"I instruct the female slaves by hand.Dismissed. It's a sign that action is at your discretion. I went to the hotel to leave my things and I stumbled on a meal.It's a Celesta Army hand signal, so the irrelevant Naia's, the gauntlet, and the fennel, etc. were decent, but Angelos, Luna, and Mr. Hilda will guess and guide us around.And it was Irina, Aurora, and Lyla and I who stayed at the Blue Sky Tavern even though it was night and sat across the street.It's a pretty big table for parties, so besides Ms Gloria and Mr Dennis, there are a few drunks. He said it was already deepening at night, but he was strangely happy that the number of beautiful places had suddenly increased, and some whistled on this side."... I don't think we're even talking that much attention""What, not at this point. Don't hesitate to ask questions. The situation in this city is so personal.""... it's not about talking to the Visitor Mountain, I don't know how it broke the gate""If you really don't want to tell me, leave me alone. We named each other. I don't care what you do with strange faces.""... Shit. Indeed, it is quite strange that the chief of the northern clan and the princess of Klabes line up the back streets of this city. I don't feel comfortable with you being blunt."Ms Gloria received a cup of pottery brought to her by the daughter of her servant, containing a sip of the flame liquor held by it, and then looked at this one with a zip."How do you expect such dignitaries to make this one? Let me know first.""Oh, my God, what about the Fire Dragon War? "? Oh, I'm watching. I was still near Klebes by then.""Then you've heard the legend of the Dragon Rider.... the last black dragon in the desert, and the youngest daughter of the blue dragon in the North Forest. More silver dragons from the other side of the earth, dragon riders appeared who could follow them singly""... what a fuss to talk about"Ms Gloria drinks to lick the flame liquor again lightly.Mr Dennis next door also drinks saliva."The... dragon rider.""He's a man, but he can command the dragon. Depending on his mood, the city and the woods may not burn. Humanity cannot stop it. 'Cause the only dragon slayer that can pin them down is forbidden, right? "... oh well""So to work out what to do about it... you think we're going around negotiating land that might be marginal? What? I'm like the bad guy.... Oh, something Irina said earlier, in retrospect for a moment, could indeed be a dragon rider threat theoretical narrative.When she thought so and glanced at Lyla, Lyla looked like she was going to bite off a laugh."I can't even say it's unrelated. It is only to this extent that I can speak of fright. I don't know much about it. It's politics." Seat across the table with a serious face.I don't know if I can explain the story properly. Lila and Aurora biting off laughter.... and realizing that it's a pattern where you have to prove a lot of trouble when you screw around, I swallow the words first."Do you want me to ask you something like that? Why are you broken and why are you in such a city?""... it's a half-way story that we talked about drinking. You don't have to be so excited."Ms Gloria strayed from sight from Irina and shriveled like a atrophy.Lick the liquor again for a while, and sigh."... the painting became a problem in the Presbyterian Church.""Hmm?""I have enough life to stay in things. I drew a lot, but I didn't have a motif as appealing as a person's body.... So there's a scroll in this country that depicts a naked woman. The guy who was inspired by that painting was shaken up by the Presbyterian Church... and then there's the shame of it." A scroll depicting a naked woman?... porn scrolls?Huh, I broke the door because I imitated that...?"Oh, hey, Aurora, Elder, meet me? Isn't your father the greatest?""The sky is too big for a clan chief to arrange everything... so when it comes to detailed matters that aren't enough to make a decision, elders everywhere discuss it with their neighbors for harmony. Not enough to hold my father back, but he seems to have a strong voice.""I think redundancy of authority is harmful."" as you put it, the ambiguity of boundaries creates room for reluctance and conspiracy between each other, and sometimes seems to be a problem"Understand more or less with Irina and Aurora's description.And I'll give you a little slack.An adjudicating body that the old man runs in Nana and whose authority is strong but who doesn't know exactly where the responsibility lies... I'm just concerned to think about dealing with it.In Polka, the baron stomped on me as the only aristocratic lord, but that's the kind of traditional power structure that was there in the king's capital.Not as an administrative body, but like the customary "opinion-group not to defy" was something that was found in each professional union, in each district.It inhibits new movements like an invisible curse and deprives them of vitality.The truth is that not sure who said it sounds like a tree spirit inside a closed world, softly wrapped and smothered the opponent with a vortex of words close to worthless: "morally unacceptable" and "raging" for unclear reasons.Only the emotions that hide the objection destination continue to get tangled up like multiple spider nests. If I deal with that, any rebellion won't work. We just have to figure it out.Ms Gloria was swallowed whole by it, crushed."But what is a woman naked? While she is a woman.""Ha, the Presbyterian followed me there, too.... Would it have been nice if a man was naked?""It would have been easier to understand the lust and reason of the person.""I don't hate you, but you're lacking in response. Expressing it is a challenge to the recipient. That's not necessarily connected to my greed. Understanding and aesthetics, ideals and ideas that I have as a woman...... I also really miss asking and making men's instincts acknowledge the things I put together with them. Expressionists who only deal with their instincts are also desirable, but I don't want to imitate them.""... you wouldn't know if they weren't specialists.""Right. Too much talk."Ms Gloria smiles bitterly.But I feel her words.They also contained something universal as expressionists.Even if you ask me as a blacksmith, I can get through a lot.Nothing. Blacksmiths who strike swords are not all good swordsmen. I can't hit it with all my real feelings.But swordsmen are not blacksmiths either. It remains that the ideals you have as a physical sensation are not technically correct or functional.As an expression and recipient, it is found that filling the gap in its sensibility with imagination, or proposing and suing counterproposals, and that it also outweighed the other's ideals there is no doubt that it is one bliss.And most importantly.I feel an unspeakable admiration for the height of its soul, shameless in the face of the nakedness of a woman."So I got kicked out of the woods... and I got here""This doesn't seem like a good place for an elf to live.""That's good."Ms Gloria laughing a little lonely."Wouldn't it be something a broken elf can get along with next door with an elf who isn't? The city, cold enough for the elves, was warmer for the detached as a result. Besides, this isn't a friendly place for elves, but it's just the city of Celesta and not the kind of city that actively sells fights. I don't know. I don't know. I pretend I don't see it. There's a way to live.""That may be true... but some cities are also highly discriminatory, even for Celesta.""There have been times in the last hundred years when this was a trot. Prior to Celesta, this meadow area was an independent country. I don't know anything about the comfort of living in a human being, but there are as many heterogeneous colonies as there are. Even Klebes, right? Human beings are one of a variety. Doesn't that mean you have a right to have a city like that?""... Hmm""Ma, I think you could let me live a little easier.... Oh, I don't have a job to make money on Locke other than painting, even that money isn't that frequent. Some nights I have to sell spring cheap. But if you're in the woods, you're starting to feel grateful to be alive."Ms Gloria looks at the cup on the verge with a slightly intoxicated eye and then gently glances at me."Oh, yeah. You don't look bad. What do you say, 100 a night from now? Not even with a tark whore, but it's still hands-on to the extent that the city can be served.""Ho. What do we do, Lord Owner?""Hey, what's up?""Mixing it on the floor would be pathetic. No loud Selene or Deane either. Let's go play.""A pity...""What, is there an onna in here or just now? Do it, you don't look hot. Mixing this one with more than one is also completely alike. Long live you immersed in luxury, long live you less burdensome."Neighbor Mr. Dennis eats and hangs Ms Gloria, who says as she nibbles."Oh, come on, if you're going to sell like that now, it's time for you to deal with me." We're all waiting in order because two cases a day are called Sekiyama, right? "You did it last week, didn't you? Besides, can you let me pick someone over here once in a while? I'm tired of prolonging it with a similar face.""That's not true...""Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook.""Three times a hundred!? "That's a special discount for this young man. The usual price is two hundred, right? "I can't do six hundred..."The drunk around him laughs at Mr. Dennis, who snorts.But... it's a strange space.Surround the whore we're all using, and this is obvious.After all, what a rare white elf whore they take care of. Besides, if you look at it from a general heterogeneous race, is it because you're a big senior that we can't all get our heads up?I don't know if I can turn my virginity off after that. I can hardly resist Selene either."Uh... I'm very interested in that, too""What? Not even a hundred?""No... I was wondering if you'd like to see that female body painting that Mr. Gloria painted. If that's what you're still drawing.""Heh."Ms Gloria laughs niggardly."You like porn scrolls? "Absolutely."The moment I skipped the condescending word and flew to the slogan "porn scroll," I felt my heart connected to this woman.Somehow I felt that way.I was hoping so."This is my latest piece." The Dance of the Succubus. "At the home where Mr. Gloria guided me, I opened the scroll I was offered and I appreciate it."... ooh... ooh...!! "I'm not proud of it, but it's selling pretty well...""All of it, please"I grabbed all that was on my desk and said, Mr. Gloria looked puzzled with his mouth open."... oh, no, no""Hand it over to your friends.""Uh... I'm glad, but come on..."No, they actually buy it properly at a fixed price. They're asking me to.Thanks to the dragons' treasure deal at the polka, we can manage to pay for it."... ok, sell.... but I'll sell it.""I did it.""... sell but wait a minute. The... you know, I was dealing with another guy earlier... because it's a little dirty""Huh.""Well... you can't just give it to me and end up high... I mean, I'm sorry..."Mr. Gloria blushes, out of sight."Oh, uh... are you staying at Bolton's? Then I'll go to Bolton if you let me know Gloria's coming later...""... yes, no, well... as long as you're happy with them"... uh.I wonder what it is. I know it's just a spirit of service."Good. I'm looking forward to it."Something tells me you're suddenly too young for words... and your ears are picky with joy... this guy is adorable.cont 'd
