10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"Bye, Charles! Don't skip the summer break and train your sword moves!

"I'll try to win without magic. See you, David."

"Gerald's gone. Oh, work it out! If only you could study!

"... I don't think I can compete with David when I work out."

Advanced school in Wangdu Riviere.

Inside the school gate was busy with the students.

At the end of the first semester, which began in spring, the closing ceremony has just come to an end.

The noble children wait for a carriage to return home, and the civilians living in Wangdu return to their homes on foot.

Civilians from outside the Wang capital, by the way, are also allowed to live in dormitories as they are.

Tuition is covered by noble aid, but transportation costs are self-contained.

Even the civilian population, the children of the merchants and the overgrowers, go home far away, but many remain in the dormitories.

Travelling from city to city in this world is not an easy thing to do.

"Dear Charles, thank you for waiting"

"Doni! Thanks for picking me up"

"Huh? Charles, is that the beast man you were training with?

"Is that it? Didn't you leave, David?

"Oh, I was just wondering. Werewolves. It's rare."

One carriage with a crest stopped in front of the school gate.

It is the carriage of Charles' reception sent by the Marquis of Bastian.

When Doni, who picked him up as an escort, went down and spoke to Charles, Davide, a lion tribe who was supposed to have returned somehow, was in front of him.

Unlike the inside where I was waiting for the carriage. This is outside the school gate, where differences in identity exist.

Speaking of the Lions in the Wang capital, he is known to be an associate of the family of the Six Sects.

Donnie was just in awe and holding her mouth.

A friend but also a civilian Gerald because they were both out of the school gate.

"Whoa, talk to me because I don't care about our house mon. I'm David. How about a fight somewhere?

"Dear Davide, it is a generous invitation to words and training, an extra honor for you. But I am physically handicapped, and I was wondering if you would be satisfied."

"... who did this to me"

"The bandits attacked the village where I lived...... and then protected me by Master Bastian. Since then, it has been by Charles's side as a meat wall in times of need."

"Shit, shit. Charles, I guess those bandits crushed it, huh?

"Yeah, I wiped it all out. Unfortunately, I didn't do it."

"Fine then. Whoa, your legs are moving, right? Charles can follow my speed. Call me whenever you're ready to fight to your satisfaction."

"Thank you, Master Davide."

"David, thank you from me."

"Oh? That's okay, because it's for me. What an opportunity to deal with a werewolf. And the gear, the kicking moves and the fists, right? There are things I can teach you."

"Hehe, you're sweet."

"Oh?" The lion is the king of beasts. You fought before. Beasts beat beasts. Uh. Then it's time to go. See you later. "

Davide left with Stasta, nosing lightly.

It is on foot to the nobles.

Raiders are welcome, whether they lose and get killed or captured, but Soitz is bad, like it, because it's a lineage.

I am a militant. I mean, I'm a little yippy. Strangely enough, it continues now more than it did when it was founded.

"See you, David! And Gerald!"

Shake your hand now and get in the carriage, Charles.

Greetings Gerald just returns his thanks.

"Whoever walks through this gate, abandon all identities."

Conversely, because identity differences exist outside the gates of higher schools.

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"I'm home now, grandfather."

"I'm back often, Charles.... Hmm. If I don't see you for three days, I'll scratch you, okay? You look good."

"Thank you"

"We're getting grades, too. At the end of the first semester exams, the grades rose to near the average of the classes."

"Not yet. Written subjects and battle systems, because there's a top one."

"Um, that's a little over a year from now. I can honestly be proud of that effort."

"Thank you, Grandfather."

Noble town of Wang Du Riviere.

Charles was exchanging words with his grandfather, Marquis Bastian du Gortier.

Donnie, the escort, and Fernan, the butler, are on this occasion.

And.

"I knew I'd like a teacher! Well, I only teach when I'm in the king's capital!

Bright voice out of place.

But no one pays attention.

"Mr. Hal. Yes, thanks to you, the magic class was excellent in both sitting and practicing."

He is a first-degree adventurer and elf hull based in Wang Du.

Bastian, the Marquis, is not the only one who doesn't pay attention either, because he has so much strength and knowledge.

"Right, thank you for taking on the tutor"

"It's okay, I'm getting paid right! Look, even I've taught Tessa and" Princess Flaming God "a lot when I'm in the elves! He's on the brink of something, too."

The first generation of the Marquis Goltier family was the daughter-in-law of Tessa, whose child was the second generation.

Elf Hull, a long-lived species, had a direct relationship with his first generation and her husband, Tessa, the father of the first king.

Though we knew each other on the fringe of Eugene and Alice, this is a good reason for Bastian to treat them specially.

"Well, can we talk about that then?

"Lord Hal. Yeah, please. Donnie and Fernan are fine."

"Your grandfather?

"I'm keeping a letter from Alice for Charles! Hey, Alice hasn't really gotten stronger lately."

"Alice! Right, Mr. Hull is in pioneering ground during the winter..."

"That's the thing! Well, take your time to read the letter... and get a request from Eugene. He wants to use Charles' devil's eye. Why don't we go to pioneering sites during the summer vacation? Alice is looking forward to it!

"Huh? No, but that should be bad if the relationship finds out..."

"Hehe, don't worry about it there! Master Bastian said that his hands would be fine! It's one end of the elf's secret, so only Master Bastian and Charles are going. If I told anyone that secret... well, I wonder if anyone would crush this house."

"What?"

Hal, this is a noisy statement.

He took care of his ancestor, Tessa, and his daughter-in-law, and some friends with Eugene and Alice seem to reveal one of his secrets, but he doesn't want me to touch him around.

Because if we know about the ship, we can also guess its position upstream or downstream or inside the elf.

"Charles, make your own decisions. Non leaks nothing outside. Even this is noble, don't hold one or two secrets that nobody can tell you. There's no problem with the increase."

"Sir, I thought you had one less digit."

"Ha, well, Fernan. Well, that's not true. What do we do, Charles? And can you protect it?

"Yes! Grandfather, Hal, please!

"Okay! Then Master Bastian, just like we were talking about! I'm ready, I'll be rude!

"I understand. Shall we prepare Charles and Nong? You can't just leave your studies behind."

"Yes!"

Bastian stares warmly at Charles, who shines his eyes like a boy.

Deacon and Donnie are also smiling.

I don't know about school, because Charles looked somewhere tense when I was in this hall.

Many noble children attending advanced schools take advantage of their summer holidays to return to their territories.

Both Bastian and Charles were originally scheduled for that, and preparations for the journey were under way.

Charles was excited to get ready with a slight change of luggage. Sounds like a year-to-year child.

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Five carriages go down the road in the meadow.

Luxurious construction unlike carriages used by merchants.

I guess there are nobles on board inside.

Are we going from the Wang capital to the territory, or from the city to the city within the territory?

I don't know what that purpose is just from looking at it.

Either way, both the wrong carriage and the peasants just stop and give way.

There is not so much nobility to say in this country.

Nevertheless, it was best that the mood of the civilian population did not want to be involved if it could.

"Hmm, it's time"

"Grandfather, we're ready."

"Uhm. Shall we stop the carriage in the next square and take a break (...)"

"I'll tell him that."

The rear of the five carriages.

It was Bastian, the Marquis, and his grandson Charles, who were riding a very large and sturdy carriage.

He was four guards and deacon, Fernan, and a guard, Doni.

Further south from the King's Capital, to the territory of the Marquis Bastian du Gortier.

By the way, the carriages usually ridden by nobles are often placed in the centre.

Nevertheless, Bastian had set the beginning or the tail in its own position.

In the first place the aristocrats take the central carriage in order to ensure safety in the event of raids. It is a natural arrangement.

But the Bastians are the users of fire magic called 'Lord Red Fever'.

When attacked, make the front, or rear, a sea of fire with range magic.

The guards were then supposed to protect the Bastians from survival.

To avoid friendly fires, the Bastians were always on the leading or rear-rear carriage.

After a brief lunch outdoors, all the servants and servants who move the carriage get in.

The soldiers of the escort are scattered near the carriage and in the rear guard with minimal numbers, ahead of any obstructions.

It is a routine arrangement before departure.

"Then Fernan, Doni, I'll take care of the rest."

"Ha. Well, it's not like the Bastians are missing now."

"Hehe, that's not the gift of everyday deeds. If it makes you think you've been missing since you arrived at the Mansion, that's fine."

"I'll take care of it"

"Be careful, Master Charles"

"Thanks Donnie. Then I'll be there."

End of the line, a carriage for four.

When the butler manipulates the seats, the wooden planks come off and you can see the ground flat.

It is an emergency escape route for what if.

Bastian first, then Charles.

Steal the eyes of one of the few rear guards and jump under the carriage into the grass.

Looks like he got out without being noticed well, and the carriage line went slowly.

"Hmm, looks like it worked this time."

"Grandfather, now (...) times (...) too?"

"Ha, nothing. Wow. Shall we go? We have to reach the rendezvous half-day before sundown."

"Yes, Grandfather!

"Kufu, a journey of sneaking up on you and your grandson isn't a dick either. Besides, I can't believe my granddaughter is waiting for me at my destination!

Two people rising from the grass where they were hiding themselves.

If you look at it, it's different from the clothes you wore during the break.

Charles is an adventurer style with a circle shield on leather armor and a one-handed sword to put together a cape.

Bastian is a traveler style with a wooden wand on a cloak that covers his whole body softly.

It is a style that at first glance is not known as aristocracy.

The two stood up and slowly walked out.

Towards a meeting point with Hull the Elf at 1st level adventurer.

I don't know what route I'm going to take, 'cause I'll leave it to you afterwards, and no one's going to see me and go to pioneering ground!' To rendezvous with the 'invisible' Hull who insisted.

Summer holidays in advanced schools.

Charles' memories of the summer seem to make him heartbeat on his secret journey.