At the same time that the [Fairy Ball] was soon to take place, a new area was liberated in Michelangelo.

That's the hill leading up to the castle (...), just past Lord Theary's mansion.

We set out by carriage from George's shop in the new area, the Great Castle Gate Bridge.

"Whoa! The walking (...) passers-by! Out of the way!"

The ramp draws many curves like snakes, while increasing its altitude slightly to reach the castle gate.

And now there were many mercenaries rising as they pressed against each other.

Mercenaries (players) around them are also starting to wake up and threaten to give way, whether they have been unable to withstand the density of the population or have had a seizure for another reason.

"Anyway, I don't have a carriage. You guys are a raffle ticket to be given in front of the castle gate, and you're almost going to another tower! Make way for us, the carriage owners!

Although it seems to be a stubborn slope built with stones piled up, this incorporates a design that can be described as quite unfriendly.

The height to the castle gate is roughly 20 meters and quite high. In other words, both ends of the bridge should be equipped with railings to prevent falling, as well as, after all, columns and trunks (rakan), but there is no sole.

"You can't even buy a carriage. The poor are in the way! Fall! Fall!

The width is just enough to say the way to the royal castle.

Four meters would be enough.

But sometimes on the first day of the event, people are screwed. Worst of all, the road seems narrower as we approach the gate when we often observe the bridge. It is about the size of whether the carriage can pass in a row or not.

"You're kidding me! We were in line first! I don't know if you have a carriage, but keep it in order!

"I can't let you! If you don't wanna go somewhere, here's the deal!

The carriage that goes in front of us got into a verbal fight with the pedestrians and stuck to them forcefully. Then the crowd of pedestrians, which was dense, fell off both ends of the bridge so that they could be pushed out into the carriage.

Some mercenaries (players) were bounced off as if they were bowling pins.

"You've got to be kidding me!

Once you fall, you have to re-ascend the Great Castle Gate Bridge, which is overflowing with people.

Dropped mercenaries (players) rush to launch a long-range attack on the carriage.

But it's like staring down at us, a god soldier (Deus) lined up all the way up against the walls. Even though the walls piled with enormous stones of gray are only oppressive, they are in addition divine soldiers (Deus). Feared by mercenaries (players), they threw arrows from bows in their hands quickly and ruthlessly, without any trace of dust.

The sequence of motions was so divine that it could not be followed with the eyes, and the flying arrows were also proud of their astonishing speed.

"Oh."

"Chicken, yeah, yeah."

"The judgment of death."

"Poppy."

All of the mercenaries (players) who were dropped, angry, and in motion to start PvP are pierced by bows and arrows and killed with one blow shortly after avoiding them.

"Well, there's still a mission that needs to be fulfilled."

"Poop, poop, poop"

And some wrapped around him, and blew him flashly; and some were able to lay on him, and every shield and arrow pierced him, and stabbed him, and fell down.

I followed to the royal castle, watching my own carriage in such a miserable (...) 'Great Castle Gate Bridge' with my own body like I was not involved.

It's safe in the carriage.

Peace.

"Oh, I can't forgive you."

I can certainly nod at George's whining as he watched what was going on outside.

I don't care what you think, the mercenary (player) with the carriage is bad. But dressed in blue armor, with heartless eyes, the Divine Soldiers (Deus) are relentlessly shooting their bows at only the mercenaries (players) who are bounced off and attempt retaliation without showing any bare hands attacking the carriage.

Did this mean that carriage owners can attend [Fairy Ball] as a priority?

It is convincing to design a castle so that it is difficult for external enemies to penetrate.

The absence of a stuffed stone at both ends also creates the advantage of preventing enemy soldiers marching to the castle gate from using it as a wall to hide themselves from ranged attacks, causing them to fall. It is also possible to reduce the amount of soldiers trying to smash the castle gate, as the width is narrower and narrower.

However, even though it is the first event, I cannot help wondering what the specifications are that do not welcome mercenaries (players) at all. Wouldn't this kill a complaint from a user to the operation?

"Is this what every city feels like?

George roars around exhaling at Mina's question, answering Afro's with his right hand adjusting how he's doing too.

"Amen, no, maybe not. Wow. I hear there's going to be a fairy ball in a small village."

"I see... there will never be such a divine soldier (Deus) in the village, and wouldn't the building be designed like this in the first place..."

Were they able to safely enter the castle gate because of this appearance?

While I worry about that, I look at George and peek out the window.

"Beautiful carriage..."

"Is this some kind of NPC possession?

"You've never seen anything like it in a store."

"Is there some kind of silver tiny light flying? Oh, my God."

For some reason, we have a crowd around our carriage, but we are kept at a subtle distance. I don't know if it's far-fetched, but I'm observing how things are going while I'm soaking up. Thanks to this, our carriage was ascending and packing to the castle gate at a good speed.

"Hey! There's a huge beautiful girl right now!

"That kid's in the carriage!

"After all, NPC!?

Following a mercenary (player) whose eyes met, the mercenary (player) in the vicinity began to bother, so I immediately drooped the curtain in the window.

"What princess! Are you attending the ball?!?

"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!

"On the opposite window...... Yikes!

"Afro's, oh, okama!?

I'd love to see the castle wall landscape, but let's not make a face out of it.

I don't know what to say instead, but let's just say I leave my perimeter alert to George firing a 'uh-huh' or a throwing kiss outside.

Five minutes to be so determined and slowly rocked by the carriage.

Somehow, it's getting noisy up ahead.

"Hey, we're going first."

"What are you talking about? We're going first."

"You didn't say anything thick. But don't tell us it's a two-headed carriage!

"I see, the carriage is certainly better that way (wow). But that doesn't necessarily mean it has the same fighting power, does it?

"Ah? You want to give it a try?

"If you want, I'll slap you in the head with no contents. Which is up there,"

Once again, rubbing occurs.

Apparently, at a point where the road width has finally become narrow enough to go for only one carriage, the two carriages have begun to meet each other, arguing on which way to go first.

Because of this, we behind us and the mercenaries on foot (players) are at a standstill.

Moreover, the mercenaries in that carriage may be sniped by the Divine Soldier (Deus) on the Wall if they play PvP, to the point where things never progress simply by cursing each other.

Although I could stand it for a while, a lot of wild times are flying about whether the mercenaries (players) around me have also started to get irritated when that exchange lasts for a minute, three, or five.

"I want to go fast......"

Mina spilling a grunt who spoke for my feelings.

I just saw a giant wall of walls and said, 'Heavenly! Look! Give me that big wall! If the walls are that big, is the castle bigger! What would I do if I had a prince? "She was a coward, but now it's an uneasy look somewhere.

Earlier, it was me who decided not to put my face out of the carriage, but I can't let you make our cleric look like this.

"George, I'm gonna say something for a second, so can I ask you to be on your guard?

"Oh, that's about it. I'll keep an eye out for a nice guy.

"Heavenly Lord!?

"Tallo, where are you going?

"Tallo, are you in the carriage?

"Talorin, talorin?

Send a smile to the panicking minas and fairies that it's okay.

"A little, 'cause we're just talking. As it is, we are annoyed and so are the people waiting. The fairies wait in the carriage?

"And if that's what Heavenly Master says... but don't push me, right?

"Of course."

I open the window, put my hands on the edge, and step outside with my buddy's approval.

Then several walking mercenaries (players) have shifted their gaze here, but most of the mercenaries (players) are looking at the wagon group rubbing forward with frustration.

"Mercenary there."

Between my carriage and the wagons in the middle of a fight, there are about 20 people on the hedge. So first, speak to the walking mercenaries (players) just ahead.

"Hih, princess!?

"I thought it was an awesome carriage, but there's a princess in there!?

When a few people turn to my voice, they react exaggerated.

I'm a princess. A princess...

But what a great title, and if I behave like a princess here, I'll see if this request will be easier to follow.

"Um, I'm sorry. May I have it through there? I'd like to tell you that my successors are waiting to apologize."

Is this the princess?

However, the response of the mercenaries (players) spoken to was not pleasant.

For some reason, Poyer just stares at me, and there's no response.

Negotiation failed?

After all, shouldn't I have gone out of order? Do you think I should check the face of such an asshole so that I don't forget the golden circle?

Then.

"Um, mercenary? Of course, don't worry, after we talk, we'll go back and get the order back on track. I will never act like I'm trying to keep you all company."

Once again, when I offered my wish, the mercenaries (players) who had decided to ignore it and were rigid responded to me as if they had finally noticed this one.

"Yes, of course."

Oh. Apparently, I may have found it more meaningful to drink and try my suggestions than to keep gluing.

"Oh, and! We don't care about the order! Please, do as the princess pleases."

"The princess should go first in order! You don't have to worry so much about us."

"That's right, that's right, we mercenaries aren't wild enough to hold back the maiden's path, even if it's a little slower! Hey guys!"

"" "Ooh!

The suddenly tense, walking mercenaries will do a unique trick for Otoko, who is poking each other with his shoulders and shoulders but still showing friendship and endorsement.

Yeah, until a little while ago, I fell off the edge of the hill by myself, just like Evening Fair (Yuki) and Shaking Night (Koya).

But if you fall, if you fall, you're looking at me with a gentle smile.

I would like to thank them for their surprise, but also for their thoughtful response. Then slowly move the carriage forward with a sales smile.

"Ha!

"Angels!

"The princess is adorable..."

Then, the mercenaries (players) who gave way to me one after the other said, "It's the Princess's street." "Make way." "Hey, it's the Princess's street! '' Awesome '' Glad to be alive... '

and the blurring spreads among the walking mercenaries (players).

I kind of can't pull it off later. I keep talking to the chariot mercenaries (players) rubbing in princess mode.

"What about making a concession? I'm holding onto it."

Continuing to make contact, the carriage-held mercenaries on both sides looked at me and then took a serious look at "The Carriage of the Silver Sperm (Argents)".

"Who... NPC? Is this an event, too?

One crack in the roots of all the evils that created the traffic, a red-faced Osama mercenary with a good width, gives a misguided answer.

"What a majestic carriage..."

Once upon a time, a skinny young mercenary wearing elite round glasses whines as if she had been fascinated by my carriage.

They both seem to wonder what's wrong with the sudden intruder (me), looking grumpy.

With this appearance, there seems to be no other way to overlap words and persuade them...

As I tried to open my mouth, a group of mercenaries on foot behind me started making noise.

"Princess, twinkle"

"A princess in such a fine carriage is asking me to give it up."

"Wow, I'm just in the carriage, and the depth of my nose (two places) is different."

The surrounding mercenaries backed me up.

"What the hell are they, a man's vessel chipped!

"The princess laughs at me"

"No way."

It is also becoming an air of mockery.

"Which vessel is big, proving it in front of the princess is a sight to behold! You bet? I have gambler skills!

"I bet 1000 eso on a two-headed carriage!

"We got 2,000 eso on a two-headed four-wheeled carriage!

"Ooh, 3,000 eso for both furious and all around!

"No, no, hey, I'll bet you 4000 eso on your two-headed carriage grandma."

"Look at that priceless, priceless glasses bastard for nothing."

"Osama the Bubba is also a lustful man."

Soon the tide began that the military cup would rise to those who gave way, and the carriage-held mercenaries who had rubbed it stared at each other with a bumpy looking face.

"Eh."

"It's the only way."

As if shown together, the voices of both sides overlap.

"This place gives way to the princess!" Let's. "

That's a response I couldn't even predict, and it gets stiff.

"NPC nominated you, so the results are random."

"It doesn't matter which way is up or down."

So both factions of blah blah blah blah blah blah mercenaries and elite blah blah blah youth had a humble grin together.

I see, this can also keep you in shape, and both self-esteem is satisfactory.

Are you guys really close to each other? so breathtakingly that I wanted to suspect it, I came to an unexpected unwillingness.

"I'm sorry, wild horses! You can't make a bet! So as a tightening fee, give us the stakes."

My uncle just became a walking mercenary (player).

"Huh. That's the thing. Otherwise, why don't we retract the carriage and drop it?

And then, Ethelite, you do something terrible, too. [M]

"I'm not kidding!

"This one's been kept waiting because of you guys!

"You guys, don't get on with it because you have a carriage."

One dissatisfied voice rose from there, and there began to be tingling air around him that pricked his skin. In the meantime, I only get one more word of fright over my anger.

"Let it go. Even if a carriage knocks down a poor mercenary (player) on foot, you don't know him."

The old man looks evil and looks up at the Divine Soldier (Deus) lined up against the wall.

"So that's why. You should leave your money behind."

Dasa Round Glasses is a regular face and agrees with what the mercenary (player) who rubbed it just now said.

I see.

Again, if we're going to push it in the carriage, the Divine Soldiers (Deus) need to attack this one.

Do they boast that they possess a carriage and intend to become nobles themselves?

Then I think.

Snoring at walking mercenaries, carefully observe the carriage ahead.

The horse is one turn smaller than the white horse pulling my carriage, the furrows are terribly inferior, and poor because I can see how muscular it is.

The carriage is well built, but compared to my carriage, the size, the size of the wheel is a trinket, and the stubbornness of the axle seems to be based on wood. My carriage is large, the material is unknown, but it is built with plenty of metal.

"Croske."

"Yes, my Lord"

I order you to sit on your stand, red-eyed black shadow dressed in men's clothes.

"Break into the middle of the two previous carriages and push on."

"Yes, sir."

Kroske grated the munchkin to the white horse slightly stronger as he clenched his reins vigorously.

That unpredictable move reflected a delightful acceptance of my husband's orders.

As if the intentions of his crosquet had propagated, my white horses also raised their voices ambitiously and began to advance.

"Hey, what the heck!?

"Ki, Kimi, stop it now and then! What do you do!?

I ignore the two chariot-carrying mercenaries in a hurry and turn them into walking mercenaries (players) flying booming behind my back.

"It's the ball of the day!

The clash sounds, and the confused voices of fat and eli men go up.

As I thought, the sound of bumping into each other in a few moments subsides and instead the sound and screaming of something falling away.

... Phew, seriously hard means to the princess, I did it!

"We've all been waiting and I've been looking forward to it!

Convinced that I had slammed off the hateful mercenaries in front of me, I exasperate my voice and throw up an excuse for falling for a princess.

"So, gentlemen. Please forgive me for being a little upset."

I don't care anymore, I just want to go to the venue. He smiled soberly and waved at the walking mercenaries (players) half the time to avoid understanding the true meaning of the matter.

I was expecting the princess to peel off the plating.

"Long live the princess!

Doh, cheered.

"Cheers to the Silver Princess!

"Hime!"

Oh, seriously.

"" "Hi-me! Hi-me! Hi-me!

Princess Cole instantly ripples and chains up to the rear of the bridge.

Some mercenaries (players) don't seem to know what was going on, and others are caught screaming because mercenaries around them call themselves' Silver Princess'. Just keep it together, it's a ball, princess Where is it!? Event!? I can also see you floating around like that.

Haha.

With a bitter feeling in my heart, I waved again and snagged myself in the carriage. If you look at your companions in the carriage with chills while you feel embarrassed by the big wave of voices glorifying me behind your back.

"Angel, wow, did you even change jobs with the princess?

There was an occama there that sparkled my eyes.

What were you looking at?

"Heavenly Master... you were a princess! Exactly!"

Though I feel that angels are more job-strong than princesses.

What did Mina admire?

"Taro's a witch, isn't he?

"Taro's a fairy friend."

"Tallow, tallow"

I laughed bitterly at the fairies flying around my shoulders and head and wondered if I would get to the castle gate soon.