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

When the thin clouds were considered sunny, the sun began to fall, and the dusk began to fall, and the cold wind began to blow. Tornella has a mountain on the west side, so nightfall is early and cold at night. Despite the spring, winter is still there. Bergliff prepared the stew quickly using dried meat, dried beans, and stored potatoes and vegetables. During the winter, when I lived alone I was modest and had few tools, but today is special. There are plenty of ingredients and a lot of salt. I also used souvenir spices.

Angelin was afraid to help, but was told to get souvenirs before the frost had fallen, and reluctantly did so with Anessa and Miriam. Looking at the souvenirs piled up on the mountain, Angelin was indignant that he had brought so much souvenirs, but he was bending his mouth all the way to himself.

Bergriff put the cooked stew pot in the corner of the fireplace, kneaded the dough and placed it near the fireplace, pulled out a large pot from the barn and boiled hot water.

"Tornera doesn't have a bath. I just wipe my body with a cloth soaked in hot water."

He said, adding water to the hot water pumped into his tub and adjusting the temperature, dipped the towel and squeezed it. Then light a candle near the pot.

"It may not be possible to warm up, but well, clean it slowly, because I'll be going around for a while."

Angelin embraces Bergliff, who is carrying a sword and putting on his coat.

"Dad, I'll wipe my back ... so wipe my back." "Sorry, girls around my age won't say that." "Well, my mouth is getting worse. I can't do such a palliative provocation."

Berggriff smiled and gently poked Angelin's head gently, leaving the house and closing the door. Angelin sharpened his mouth.

"I used to wipe my body when I was little ..."

Anessa laughs as if she was stunned and takes off her jacket. The fire was burning red and the house was warmer than I expected. Anessa in her underwear muttered a little hesitant.

"Isn't it ... it's better to take everything off?" "Huh? Did you say something?"

Miriam had already taken off his hat, took off his heavy robe, and took off his underwear to expose the white soft skin. The twin hills with heavy breasts sway steadily. I wiped my body with my squeezed towel. The tail sways from side to side comfortably, and the cat's ears stand in a pin.

"Uhya, kimochi. Oh, hey, look, look, wipe and it's so dirty."

Whether it's dirt or dust, the towels quickly get dirty. Anessa said stunned.

"Hello, you're a girl so easily naked ..." "I'm gonna take off Arne ..." "Kay !?"

Angelin approached from behind suddenly stripped Anessa's underwear. Angelin and Miriam giggle at Anessa, who screams at will.

"Kyu, because ... fufu" "Oh, if you're Arne," "U, noisy! Stupid!"

Anessa turned red and shouted, hiding her chest. The two laughed.

At any rate, the three daughters wiped and wiped each other, and it seemed to be gradually becoming more and more fun.

"Come on, don't press it! If you fall here, you're not going to be fashionable!" "Hmm, Arne, your skin is smooth" "Let's eat too much confectionery? Something is getting worse than before." "Noisy! Such Arne has thicker legs! Triangle! Easy delivery type!" "This is the result of discipline! It's good because the strong lower body is important!" "... I don't have any flesh at all. Why ..." "Hmm ... It's not because Angers moves around. "I see. Ange is the one running the most, and I feel like I'm thin or tight." "Yes! I'm jealous of that slender!" Ro "

There was a wind blowing suddenly, maybe a draft. It seems that the outside air was gradually sneaking into the room, and the warm room became chilly. The three were shaking, hurriedly and put on clean clothes from their luggage. dark. It seems that the sun is completely gone outside. Anessa wears a cloak and Miriam wears a hat. Since they are born and raised in the town of Orphen, it seems that they are not used to such a stinging cold.

"Well ... it's pretty cold when the sun goes down ..."

While saying so, Angelin picked up the lamp, lighted it, and hung it on a string hanging from the beam. The room, which consisted of only a bonfire and small lights of candles, was dimly lit. Then, look at the fireplace that has become fierce and raise my eyebrows.

"I have to add firewood ..."

With that said, some firewood was piled up on the fire. When I breathed in, the fire stood up as if I had revived.

"This is okay ..." "Well, there was a bonfire."

The three lit a bonfire. Angelin pulls the blanket and wraps it in a group of three. The girls grinned, apparently back in childhood.

"That's how I secretly wrapped in a blanket at night and talked about a scary story." "Yes, a story about a ghost in the graveyard. Sister found me angry." "The little child started crying! I tried to stop crying in a hurry, but my sister flew away ... "" I miss it ... "

Miriam also leaned to Angelin in the middle.

"Are you doing this with Dad?" "I had her on my knees ... Dad put on a blanket from his shoulder, and I wrapped it up ..."

As the three were immersed in their memories, they slammed at the door.

"Are you done already?"

Angeline flew to the door and opened it earlier than he answered. He jumps at the Bergriff standing on the other side, hanging his arm around his neck.

"Go home, Dad! Wipe your body?" "Yes, later. Let's have dinner."

Bergliff entered the house, exhaling a white breath while lifting Angelin. In his hand, the meat of a dropped egret bird is hung. It looks like it was still soft. The bird was placed on a workbench, and Bergliff lowered Angelin down.

"Ange, don't bake bread?" "Yeah! Iron plate?" "Oh!"

Angelin, who seems glad to be asked by Bergriff, can shred and bulge the dough into a skillet pan. Anessa and Miriam stood up and looked into it unusually.

"Hey, there's such a way ..." "It's interesting. Baking in a baking oven isn't just bread." "It doesn't get fluffy, but this is good. "Uh, yeah. Let's try it." "Okay, I'll show you Milie's skill."

Three daughters are rolling bread while saying kyakuya. Bergliff smiled happily, peeling the bird's wings, cutting off the guts, and burning the remaining wings with a bonfire.

"I'm glad I was caught well ..."

During a round of the tour, a bird walking around in the field was killed by a stone. The bird, which usually seems agile, seemed to be happy that it was getting darker, and the reaction was slow. After winter, the meat is not very full, but the fat is quite a bit. It will be enough to color the dining table.

Bake the whole meat on a skewer to remove fat. Edible parts of the internal organs, such as the liver and heart, were skewered and grilled. Every time the fat fell, a small flame was lit and a smoke blew up. It smells savory. Soon the bread was burned, the birds were burned, and several dishes were lined up on the table. Souvenir hot wine is also steaming.

"I don't think it's like Orfen's, but eat a lot." "Our dinner for the first time in five years ....! It's a treat ...! I'm happy!"

Angelin innocently rejoices and smells the stew in the pot. She was more than happy with the taste of her hometown, rather than Orfen's sophisticated sumptuous meals.

"Mufufu, the smell of cryo fruit ... Dad likes this! I also like it!" "Maybe Orfen doesn't have much.

Bergliff put the stew in front of each one. A mysterious, but never disgusting, smell rises in the steam.

"Okay ... let's eat!"

Angelin said so and said "I'll do it." Berglyph is not an atheist, but not a person of special religion. As a custom, I did not offer a pre-meal prayer to the main god, Vienna, but as I knew the difficulty of hunting and eating every day, I would like to give thanks to others, especially nature, for giving blessings. I was Angelin, who saw the figure, naturally came to imitate it. Meanwhile, Anessa and Miriam pray small and grab a wooden spoon. Prayers before meals seem to be a habit because only the church orphanage leaves.

The stew slowly cooked beside the fireplace is soft, so that the root vegetables can be melted, and the dried soup stock and spices are effective. Angelin smiles with a big smile and sticks. Anessa and Miriam are eating well.

"This is really delicious. It's a taste I've never eaten." "Yeah, but I like it ... Delicious, Angers dad." "Oh, that's good ..."

Bergliff smiles at ease and includes a sip of mulled wine. Nostalgic taste. The memories I drank when I was still an adventurer came back. Now that I think Angeline likes it, I can't help but feel the passage of time. There is plenty of fat on the plate with the roasted bird. It seems like this is soaked in bread and eaten.

"Take this like this ... put your hands on it so that it doesn't hang down, and bring your mouth a little closer to the plate ..."

Angelielin teaches them how to eat.

"Well, this way ... your mouth ..."

The beat of Miriam's face approaching the table, the brim of her hat on her face touches a platter of poultry and greases. Bergliff stroked his beard.

"Isn't it difficult to eat while wearing a hat, Milly? Is it better to take it ..." "-Hmm!

Miriam suddenly panicked, contrary to his cheerful attitude. Anessa also looks at Miriam and Berggriff alternately.

"Mily"

Angelin said. Looking seriously at Miriam.

"Dad is not such a person." "... I know, but ..."

Miriam is down. Bergliff was a little confused, but he understood in a hurry that he realized he had said something extra.

"I'm sorry. There's no deep meaning. Of course, if you don't want to, you don't have to."

Miriam was down for a while, but looked up at her face and took off her hat. Cat ears flutter fluffy. Bergliff looked at it with a glance.

Miriam is a beast. Originally a small number of beastmen were once treated as being below pure human beings, and many beastmen have ancestors of slaves. Today, slavery has been abolished and explicit discrimination has been banned, but people are more likely to find and beat something weaker than themselves. And the more vulnerable people are, the more noticeable. Miriam spent his childhood as an orphan in the slums of the capital, and continued to undergo such discrimination until she was hidden in an orphanage.

From that experience, even now as an AAA-ranked adventurer, he was still terrified of the curiosity of his ears. I was afraid of unnecessarily compassion, as well as contempt and exclusion. It's like looking down and mocked. And get angry. "You don't feel sorry for anything."

Neither Angelin, who he trusts as a companion, nor Annessa, who is like a sister, feels nothing to hear. Even if you are tampered with that, you can even catch it favorably. However, she was afraid to listen to a person she had just met. Even if it was Angeline's father.

Berggriff was silent for a while, but eventually his head scratched badly.

"I see ... I mean ..."

Miriam looks down sadly. When I saw my ears for the first time, I was sad to see if I was sorry for myself. Angers' father is the same. However, Bergriff's next statement was not what Miriam had expected.

"Your ears were cold ... Tornera is colder than Orphen ..."

In spite of Miriam's gazing, Bergryf stood up and looked around, went to the fireplace, caught a lot of firewood and blew. The fire rises vigorously.

"Okay ... wait a minute, there must have been a wool knit hat ... then the brim won't bother you and your ears warm up ... surely around here ..."

With that said, he is looking for a knit hat in the corner of the room. Angelin glanced at Miriam, who was stunned.

"Hey? Dad isn't that kind of person." "I have cold ears ...

Even Anessa is trembling with laughter. Miriam was suddenly attacked by an unusual laughter and began to laugh. Belly kinks. I was often sympathized with being born and raised as a beastman, but I was told that my ears might be cold! These ears are covered with warm hair and they aren't cold at all!

"Ahahahahaha! Ah ... yes! Anger's dad is Anger's dad! Fuhu ... Huh, oh hahaha!

Berglyf, apparently looking for a knit hat, looked down at Miriam, laughing hungry.

"What's going on?" "Ah. Nothing! Thank you, Eh, thank you Bell!" "Hmm ... knit hat ..." "Oh, dad, "Sit down ... fufu" "But, uh ... Milly-chan, ears ..."

Despite the bewildered Bergliff, the girls happily stew stews. Bergliff grabbed a wooden spoon with his head tilted.