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

It is still before dawn. However, the sky is faintly white, and the boundary between the ground and the sky is clearly separated from black and white. The air is cold and transparent and pierces the skin. Berglyph gently waked up to prevent the sleeping Angelin from sticking out, dug a smoldering fire buried in ashes, laid a small piece of firewood on top, and put a thick tree on top. Then breathe and revive the fire. Still, the house was cold and cold, and as I breathed, it remained white.

Anessa and Miriam are sleeping near the fireplace. Maybe it's cold, hugging each other in the same blanket piled on top of each other, and sleeping a little. Berglyph sighed, saying he was glad he slept properly. Angelin rubbed his eyes and woke up as he was preparing to walk and watch around in the morning.

"Dad ... I'm going too" "Is it up ... Is it okay to sleep?" "I'm fine ... I want to go with you rather than sleep"

Angelin quickly puts on his jacket and pulls out his cloak. The father and daughter went out with them. The inside of the house was cold, but the cold of the outside air was just over. Angelin breathed in the cold air of Tornella after a long absence. If you exhale as much as you inhale, your breath will remain white and scatter slowly.

"... I'm sorry." "Is it cold?"

The distant sky is increasingly white, but the stars are still shimmering towards the zenith. Because the sky is bright, the ground feels dark. There is no wind. The air seems to be standing still at the bottom. A chicken is singing in the distance. Large and small frost pillars stood on the ground. Each time it walks, it makes a rattle under the feet. Angelin deliberately raised her legs to enjoy the feel. Even when he was small, he walked on the frost column in this way.

They walked slowly around the village. The remaining snow that has been gathered in the corners of the yards of the houses and beside the road is frozen and hardened again by the cold of the night. The water in the stream was covered with ice. It seems that Angelin, who is ahead, enjoys the feeling that the frost pillars are crushing while walking like a bouncing. Although he grew older, Bergryf felt strangely relieved that he was his daughter.

"Nostalgic ... I used to do this in the past." "Yes ... I'm waking up every morning trying hard despite the cold."

Angelin came back to bounce again, and jumped at Bergriff. Then she rubs her cheeks around her beard.

"I feel comfortable ..." "What are you doing ..."

Berggriff smiled and stroked Angelin.

They climbed on a small hill overlooking the village. Large and small stones are rolling around. Withered grass that does not disappear during the winter is covering the area, and new sprouts are beginning to emerge from it. The overlooking village of Tornella is quiet. However, some homes are already up, you can see the smoke of morning food rising from the chimney, the cry of sheep and goats, and the barking of sheepdogs. Angelin looked back and jumped a few steps.

"I like this place. I can see the whole village ..." "Yes ... Ange, watch your step."

As the sun gradually rises, the distant ridgeline of the east shines brightly, and if you think that a lump of light is coming out, shadows can be instantly created in the dark, spacious landscape, creating a three-dimensional effect Was. The birds began to sing and the world suddenly woke up. The frost falling on the stone shines brilliantly when it receives the sun. They were standing side by side, watching the slowly rising sun.

"Huh ... beautiful"

As you exhale, you drift for a while, changing shape, rising up, and then disappearing. Angelin rubbed his bare nose with his hands, rubbing his fingertips warmly, rubbing his nose.

"Tornera hasn't changed at all ..." "Oh, it's the same ... maybe it's the same before my father was born." "Yeah ... I'm reassured. Orphen is lively but dazzling." Isn't Orphene more fun? "" ... No, that's not the case. I like Tornella. "" Hah, yes ... but the road will be improved in the future. … ”“ Road? ”“ Earl Bordeaux wants to improve the road to Tornella. If so, you may be able to come back a little more casually. ”“ Selenium and Sasha's parents' home… ” "Ah, yeah. I'm keeping a hundred gold coins for thanks to Sasha for helping Selenium." "Yes ..." "Take it when you return to Orphen." "Uh ... Dad brought it. I "I don't have any problems with money." "Mum ... yes ... let's keep it in. I'll tell you if necessary." "Yeah ... dad, hey." "What?" Did you? "

Bergliff scratched his cheeks in trouble.

"Dad isn't going to do that, but ... well, I've just gotten together twice. The teacher is just being called on my own."

Angelin happily grabbed Bergriff's arm and hugged him.

"... Sure?" "Yeah?" "Sasha" "Oh, it's strong. I guess I'll lose if I make the next move." "... I can't lose. Don't lose to others until I win." Don't tell me ... Angers, you have to fix your sword a little more, don't you worry about dealing with S-rank or Demon King if you're losing to your dad ... "

As Bergriff said, Angelin was mud-mouthed.

"The Demon King wasn't as strong as his father ..." "Hey, that's not true ..." Berggriff smiled and stroked his beard. "What kind of a beast is the Demon King?" "Um ... this is the feeling that a black shadowman is moving."

In response, Bergliff stopped stroking his beard. Then he looks at Angelin with a suspicious look.

"Shadow priest ... what was the shape?" "Hm ... tentatively human. But it was small and only tall as my waist."

Berggriff frowned at the painful phantom limb pain. Similar. But it was like a shadowman, but dressed as a four-legged beast.

"... I guess it's a different thing ... If that's the Demon King, we're now ..." "... What's wrong with my dad?" "Hm ... oh, nothing is fine.

Berglyf smiles and strokes Angelin, who looks up worried. The phantom limb pain disappeared in no time. The sun rises and they are all bright. I noticed that Angeline's cheeks were red because of the cold. It feels cool when you touch it with your palm.

"It's cold ... let's go around and go back soon" "Yeah ... Orii"

Angelin jumped over the back of Bergriff. And happily burrows in the hair. I want to tickle through my hair.

"Dad was lonely without me ...?" "Well, of course. I'm glad you came back." "Muhfu ... I'm glad I came back ..."

Angelin rubs the Belgryph's hair happily.

"Yeah ... really changeable ..."

Berggriff smiled and gave her daughter away and slowly went down the road.

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In the forest with the sun rising, birds are roaming about insects coming out of the ground. In the early spring, various creatures woke up, and the trees were growing soft shoots on their branches. Behind the fallen tree was a small black lump. It is about the size of a palm and shakes in the cold. A bird peeks beneath a fallen tree or behind a stone looking for prey, poking at the ground with a beak. The bird spotted a black mass and poked at the end of the beak. Unexpectedly, a black thing stuck to the beak. The bird was surprised and fluttered its wings, but the black mass clung to the bird and swallowed it to dissolve.

The black mass grew as much as he swallowed the bird, swaying softly while changing its shape. He seems to be a creature, but he has no limbs and no boundaries between head and torso. round. The black lump sneaked deeper into the fallen tree to dislike the sunshine. I can't see anything lousy, but muttering something small.

"Where……? I ... Why ... here? Me ... who? Alright ... Alright, alright ...? I mean ... who ...

It fluttered like a haze. Eventually a hare comes and looks into the shadow of the fallen tree. The black mass bounced into the hammer and jumped at the hare. The hares were surprised and rampaged, but the black mass closed his mouth, closed his eyes, and eventually swallowed his entire body. The black mass, which had grown slightly larger, shook slightly for a while, but eventually became partially swollen, forming a bird-like shape.

"I ... Tori ...?" Wrong……"

Things that look like wings slowly change shape. It turned into an arm, and then the finger broke up into a hand.

"T ... gen, gen ...? I ... "

Eventually it became human. It has a neck, hands, and feet. But they are about the size of a baby. He seems to be unfamiliar to stand, does not stand, crouches on all fours, and gently shakes behind a fallen tree.

"Scissors, new ..."

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"Straw and bonfire ... what else? Wool? Dried beans?" "Yeah, that's right. Orfen has a very unfamiliar smell ... but it calms down."

Miriam and Anessa sat in front of the fireplace, snuggling with blankets on their shoulders. The sun has already risen, and light is shining through gaps between closed doors and windows. Occasionally, the roofs and walls that were frozen during the night are heated and squeaky. The father and daughter have not returned yet. The two left are good to get up, but they don't know what to do, they're cold and they can't leave the fireplace for now.

Rural houses smell a lot. They were born and raised in the city of Orphen, but felt strange and nostalgic. It may be a memory carved in the blood of the ancestors flowing through the body. Miriam came down to Anessa from the cold, even with her cat ears down. Anessa smiled mischievously.

"Huh, are your ears cold? Do you need a knit hat?" "Moo! If you remember, you'll laugh!"

Smile while saying so.

They were fond of Berggriff's honest, but somewhat naive character. The gentle gaze of the father toward Angelin was also favorably reflected. Certainly, this is convinced that Angelin wants to see him too. Miriam looks into Anessa's face with a grin.

"I like Dad, I'm so jealous of Angers." "Yeah, yeah ... Yeah, sure."

Their parents were sisters in church orphanages. Sister, though harsh, poured out affection on his children as much as his real mother. Both Anessa and Miriam are grateful for that, and I still love Sister. However, it is a story of motherhood, and they have never felt paternity. I didn't know the feeling of having a male parent.

Occasionally, volunteers called foster children orphans. They never favored a rich man, aside from their mothers. It felt more like searching for pets than paternity. Of course, Sister didn't shake his head for such an offer. But Bergliff, who had met only one day, certainly felt paternal. There was of course a maternal aspect to the Belgryf, as he was raised by one man, but the Yabari man was happy to grow up while reconciling with a man, especially Angelin, reprimanding her habits Was just his father. It is different from the embrace from motherhood.

Both Anessa and Miriam were a little confused by the feelings they hadn't yet known, but that's not bad. The idea of having a father would be greatly promoted.

"Oh, I wish Bell was a dad ... I want you to be pampered like Angers" "What are you saying ..." "Hmmmm, Arne isn't it?" I don't really want you to do it ... "

Anessa raised her face. Miriam is grinning.

"Horane" "U, noisy!"

Anessa grew red and swelled her cheeks, and patted Miriam's head with his palms.

At that time the door opened and Angelin came back. Holding firewood in both arms.

"Now, are you both awake?"

Angelin comes to the fireplace exhales and breathes white. The cheeks were dyed red because of the coldness, and the slightly younger face seemed extra younger.

"N, I'm awake. It's early." "Daily ..... I was looking around with my dad every morning when I was in Tornella." "Belle-san?" "I'm swinging.

Angelin put some of the wood he brought on the fire, took off his cloak, held his sword, and looked at them.

"come?"

The two looked up, but got up immediately. Frost is shining in the garden. The morning mist rising from the ground reflects the sunlight and cannot be seen far away.

Bergliff was waving his sword. She takes off her jacket and outerwear and wears light clothes. His body had many large and small old wounds. Stand with your left foot slightly pulled down, holding the sword with both hands and swinging down from the top. When you hold it, it looks like a natural body, but the moment you swing it down is terrifying. It is a powerful blow that makes full use of the whole body flexes coming from the waist and back, not just the arms. Hold, shake and return. Berglyph went carefully to make sure each one. However, the speed that has been relentlessly used for more than two decades has reached the level of skill, and when viewed from the side, it can only be seen as if it is continuously waving.

Angelin took off his jacket and ran steadily, and began to do the same beside the Bergliff. The movement is the same. Speed may be better than Bergryph. Indeed, it is a convinced sight that Angelin's teacher is indeed a Belgriff. Both Anessa and Miriam were impressed and saw this. I wondered if Angeline's fierce and quick swordshooting had started here. Miriam whispers to Anessa.

"Bell-san, right foot prosthesis? Isn't that amazing ..." "Oh, it's terrible. If you don't retire early, you're probably an S-rank adventurer ... there's no need for it."

Finally, Bergryf exhaled. Steam is rising from the body. She seems to be sweating slightly. Bergriff smiled when he noticed them.

"Hello, good morning," "good morning," "good morning, bell,"

Bergliff walked, wiping his forehead with a towel.

"Is it cold? Did you sleep properly?" "Yes, it was warmer than I thought ..." "But it was quite cold in the morning. … Mily, are n’t the ears really cold without a hat? ”

Miriam and Anessa both laughed at the Bergryph, who was just serious. Berglyf approached Angelin, who leaned over his head and his neck, put on his jacket, lifted the veneer that stored the vegetables, and looked inside.

"Angier, boil the potatoes, boil the water in a pot ... then add the barley to the rest of the stew yesterday and boil it."

Angelin went into the house with her jacket on her shoulder. Bergliff took some potatoes and put them in a basket beside them. While watching such an appearance, Anessa called out.

"Are, Anger's dad never thought of returning to the adventurer?" I don't think I've ever thought about it. It's full of child-raising. "" Now, Belle-san, isn't she very strong! I'm sure he will be a high-ranked adventurer when he returns. "

Bergliw smiled at his words and scratched his cheeks.

"I don't know, I'm not much ... I've got used to living here. I guess it's unlikely I can return to the adventurer's life of that day. I have a dream ... just like you guys. "

With that said, Bergryph shrugged to make him crazy.

"I can't believe it, but I was a teen in the past."

They laughed. With the potato basket, Bergriff rises up to enter the house. Suddenly, Miriam came up with an idea.

"Oh ... Bell-san" "Hmm? What's that Milly-chan?" "Well, why don't you just stroke my head?"

Bergriff, with a strange face, reached out to the one without the basket and placed it on Miriam's head. Then I'll stroke it with a gentle hand. The palms were rugged, but large and warm enough to be wrapped around, Miriam screamed with a slightly impressed look. The tail wiggles under the clothes.

"Wow ... this is ..." "Would that mean anything?" "Yes! Thank you! Wow ... this is Dad ..."

Bergriff looked at Anessa with a suspicious face, stroking Miriam. Anessa smiled bitterly.

"Haha ... it's a bit unusual ..."

In the words of Anessa, Miriam squinted in a mood. Immediately afterwards, he looked at Bergriff with a mischievous expression.

"Bell-san, can I ask you another?" "I don't mind ..." "Huh, yeah, please give Ane a shoulder!" ? "

Bergliff looks at Anessa with a mysterious face. Annessa was amazed, but she shook her face with a reddish cheek.

"No, no, no! No, it's okay!" "What should I do?" "Really! Really fine!"

As Bergryf was embarrassed and standing, Angelin appeared silently in the house and grabbed Anessa's shoulder.

"... What are you doing with me behind?" "Uh !? No, it's not me! Milly!" "That's different! I just thought it was a little bit." "... If you want my dad to do this, you should beat me first ..." "That's why it's different!"

After seeing the girls squeaking, Bergliff scratched his head without knowing why.

"... I don't understand what a young child thinks."