Boukensha ni Naritai to Miyako ni Deteitta Musume ga S Rank ni Natteta

"... I don't want to come back."

Today and today, Bergliff was standing at the entrance to the village. Kicking the ground with the right prosthesis. According to a letter that came last week, Angelin is supposed to be back, but he hasn't heard anything. It was no longer at the end of the month, but on the last day of the month. The next day is the first day of the next month.

When the letter just arrived, Berglyph had no real feeling and had time to spare, but as the end of the month approached he began to fidget, and when Angelin came back, how to speak and what to eat, Every day I calmed down what to do. On the scheduled date, Kelly roasted and prepared for a grand welcome party, but Angelin did not show up. At that time she was heading to the town of Garda to hunt for Wyvern. Although it was difficult to describe the disappointment of the Bergryph, the villagers were satisfied with the sumptuous meal.

Since then, Bergliffe is always at the entrance to the village, waiting for Angeline, except when he is not working. The appearance was melancholy, and the villagers seemed hesitant to call.

"... I'm okay. I guess I'm broken ... I'm dead ..."

Working in his head, who was hard to imagine, Bergriff involuntarily covered his face and crouched down.

"Oh ... Anger ..."

As Bergriff was in pessimism, there was a sound of a carriage coming and going. Bergliff looked up at him. You are a peddler at first glance. Berglyf squinted to see if Angelin was on board, but none of them seemed.

"……lonely"

Bergliff dropped his shoulders. Somehow, the phantom limb pain in my right foot again felt sore.

When the peddler arrived at the village entrance, he smiled and spoke to Bergliff.

"Hello, I guess would have been good here in the village of Torunera?" "Yeah ...... seems ......" "was good. Oh, after, has come entrusted to you or I? Letter live in where anyone who wants Berugurifu Mr. I do.

Bergliff looked up in surprise.

"Bergryf is me ..." "Oh, that's lucky." The peddler got off the carriage and wrote a letter out of his bag and gave it to Bergryf. "Is this correct?"

The address is certainly Bergglyph. Bergryph was delighted to see the sender's name. Angelin's name was there. The peddler left for the village square, and Bergliff immediately opened the letter.

"Hmm ... yes, urgent request ..."

I was relieved to read. He didn't break his body or die anymore. Suddenly, Wyvern's request was sent to the letter, and she went to Garda town and was unable to return. She said that she would take a break soon and return this time. Angelin often writes, so it seems that he often returns to knowing what to write, and eventually becomes a simple letter.

"I'm glad ... I'm fine ..."

Belgryph, who was completely relieved, returned home with a light step. In front of the house, dozens of children of various ages wielded wooden swords. The children cried after seeing the Bergriff coming.

"Oh, uncle Bell." "Can you practice today?" "Oh, a letter has arrived. I'm fine. Thanks.

Since Angelin left, Bergliff has gathered the desired children and taught swordsmanship for self-defense, herbal knowledge, and how to move in the mountains. Although no one longed for adventurers, many were longing for simply dealing with swords and entering the mountains. But over the last few days, Berggryph has been enthusiastic about waiting for Angelin, so he had to practice. The children seem to have practiced by swinging wooden swords themselves.

Bergliff realigned the children, swinging their wooden swords, and gradually correcting unnecessary movements and physical use. Even the boys who have just turned six wield their swords in a modest appearance. Bergliff nodded happily.

"Yeah, everyone has improved a lot." "Really?" "Hey, Uncle Bell. When will you go into the mountains next time?" "Yes ... I'm not far from talking to my parents."

The children complained, as Bergriff said. Mountain adventures are a wonderful and exciting fun for them. Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"I know I want to go, but the mountains are dangerous, do you remember that you aren't going to play?

Berglyph asked and the children silenced a bit. Everyone felt like playing. However, in the mountains, not only beasts but also monsters may suddenly appear. Demon beasts are far more dangerous than human beasts. It's dangerous if you feel like playing. Watching the children calm down, Bergliff smiled while stroking his beard.

"It's good if you know it's not play. Let's go to the mountain as soon as possible." "Really !?" "When !? Today !?" "I can't do it tomorrow today. I'll bring only those who can listen to me properly. ''

In that case, the children were just like well-behaved children.

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While again choosing the souvenirs he bought, Angelin was packing his luggage humming.

"Dad, do you like me ... Oh, I wonder if this is Kelly ..."

He defeated Wyvern, cleaned up all the small jobs that the guild had entered, and finally took the vacation. In the afternoon, he will board a shared horse-drawn carriage and return to Tornella after a convenient nine-day itinerary.

What do you do when you return? First, have your dad hold it and stroke your head. Tell yourself that you've got S rank, and get praise for doing it well. I want to eat together, sleep on the futon together, yes, this time I want to get one from my dad.

Angelin loosened up her expression while swelling her imagination, and quickly packed her clothes, portable food, and souvenirs into her bag. Miriam and Anessa, who are free to break down because the party leader is on vacation, were amazed at the scene. I don't think it's the usual silent and dignified appearance of Angelin. Miriam gently heard Anessa while swaying from side to side.

"How much do you like Dad?" "Um ... somehow surprising ..." "Hey.

They have not been partying with Angelin for less than a year. Angeline had always been solo. That is also one of her terrible things. Usually everybody goes up and ranks with a few people. Miriam and Anessa were originally a party, but left the party due to disagreement with other members. I was thinking about what to do, and the guild asked me to have a party with Angelin. It seems that the guild thought Angeline should never be soloed in order to fulfill difficult requests more reliably.

At first, they were somewhat jerky, partly because of the passing of Angelin who was reluctant to consider it to be a solitary being, and Angeline who was silent, but Angeline was not afraid of being just a small person. Nor is he a separate investigator. Eventually, it was a friendly party. However, Angelin's strange fatherhood has only recently become apparent. Neither of them have been able to keep up. Angelin doesn't care about such things, and she scatters an unknown face.

"I can go home ♪ I can go home ♪ You can meet my dad ♪"

I walked around the room as if to dance and looked at them as I remembered.

"Hey, aren't they really coming?" "Well, because we work temporarily with other parties and work on Angers vacation ..." "Yes. I'm worried about who my dad is. "" Muh ... I wanted to introduce my dad, but I can't help. Work Gamba. "

The two sighed as they saw Angelin's thumbs up. This kid seems to be a little stupid when his father gets involved. It was a friendship, but it was somehow complicated.

Then, after noon, Angelin heads for the carriage stop and looks for a horse-riding carriage to the north. Miriam and Anessa are also accompanied by seeing away. I'm free today.

"Hey, I'm still a great person." "Keokeho, the dust is terrific. Ange, can't find it yet?" "Mm ... I don't know too much ..."

Someone in a hurry with the crowd coming to the place of Angelin who was going right and left. Guild staff.

"Ah! I was! Angelin-san, it's hard!" "Eh ... what? ...?"

Guild officials appeared to be out of breath. Gently breathe in the middle and stir up.

"A disaster-class monster has emerged in the town of Astellinos! It seems that you are under siege, and it seems that the resident adventurers are stopping you, can you please go to rescue?"

Angelin's eyebrows were lifted.

"Don't playfully ...! I've already taken a vacation ......! I'm going back to Tornella to see my dad ...!"

The guild staff knelt in front of Angelin in a praying position.

"Bend it! Somehow! Dead people are already out! Please, please!"

Anessa hit the shoulders of Angelin biting her lips.

"Anger, I know the feelings, but if we don't go, Asterinos will be devastated." "Yes, Angers.

Angelin stood silent for a while, but eventually pushed a bag full of souvenirs to guild personnel.

"Eh ...? Oh, this is ..." "What kind of beast ...?" ...... Huh, huh ......... Insects are dead ... I killed them all ...! "

Angelin roared with terribleness like Shura.

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All those who hindered the way went down. It was not the number of things such as vulnerable people. Everything is for the herd's prosperity and the march for a better place to burrow. It was supposed to be no obstacle, such as a human town in front of me.

But what is this?

The Queen of Gigaant, Queen Ant, shook at the monster standing in front. There have always been people who challenge themselves. However, all of them were vulnerable, such as turning to themselves. Rather, I thought that a good source of nutrients would come from above. But anyone who keeps slaughtering their brothers in front of them is different. That is not human. Fear. Clear fear comes to kill yourself in shape. The dark-haired Reaper chopped up the Guards, which would have been the most elite. And the dark eyes catch yourself.

There is a magical explosion from afar. This god of death is killing another brother. One step, one step, and the dark-haired Reaper approached the Queen. The Queen became frantic from fear. Shake the giant and sprinkle the acid. But none of them work. It's like a ghostly wobbly gait, with all of your acid and arm dodging.

"You're ... you're bad ... come out without reading the air ... ant habit ..."

The Reaper is muttering something. The Queen was no longer a crazy chunk. He raised his arms, wielded his limbs, and managed to shake off the fear in front of him.

I felt as though something had passed through my body. It was already cut.

Queen Ant died, losing sight and not knowing what had happened, without regaining sane.

"Because it gets in the way ... If you grudge, grudge yourself ..."

The Grim Reaper muttered and went away, saying he was no longer interested. Thus, the herd of gigaants, which would normally be defeated by several parties of rank A or higher, saw the annihilation of black-haired girls and their friends in anger.