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

There are usually many people in the downtown area, and they are always busy. There are a number of stalls that are likely to be broken in the middle of a tall building that looks like a rooftop, and it sells suspicious items and foods that can cause stomach ache if eaten. Orphen is a big city, but if it's big, some places are out of reach. Poor dwellings, rogue nests, street children, begging flocks without houses. These people gathered together with nature to form a slum.

Lionel and Cheborg were walking together in such a crowd. Occasionally, the thugs glanced at their shoulders and glared, probably because of the large and enthusiastic Cheborg, leaving without saying anything. Lionel is still worn out and tired. Since the budget from the central guild has hardly fallen, they are turning to the aristocrats living in Orphen for financing, but none of the aristocrats are going straightforward, and Lionel who is not good at such abdominal entertainment is a time to rest There was no. Even today's negotiations seem to have been made because Elder Cheborg was staring next door.

Of course, Lionel's efforts haven't been healed, but the guild's operations have been working well. With the adventurers returning, defeating demons, requesting material collection, and searching for dungeons are now the same as before. At present, they are working hard to secure a budget by partnering with merchants to strengthen the material wholesale business more than before. With the return of the old men and former Lionel party members, they managed to get back on track.

Still, there are still many issues. In any case, they are fighting against a buried system boasting over a hundred years of history. Many enjoy it, but Lionel, who has full responsibility, has not stopped stomach ache recently. Frowning on his stomach.

"I don't think it would be like this ... How good would it be if I ended up in the middle management between the central and local areas ... I would be bald with stress ..." "What!?! Lionel said something "I'm talking about myself, Cheborg ... and I'm so vocal." "Hahhhhhhh! I'm so depressed !! I've been promised to make a loan!" "It's really hard to get a loan ..."

Lionel gasped. I'm sure you'll be vocal about this policy because of the financing. You have to continue to dodge the unreasonable swing with the adventurer's achievements and three tongue tips. That made Lionel melancholy.

"Huh ... Well, it would be enough if Angers came back ... Isn't Anger able to meet his dad safely?" "I guess he couldn't go on his way !! I guess he's decided to get along with his father by now! "" I hope it's good ... but I'm not sure that there's a father in the remote village where Anger praised his ability ... I want you to come back and come back to me ... "" Gahahahaha! That's not good! I'm worried that Anger couldn't get a sword! "Akaoni" Bergglyph! It's ridiculous to try it once! "" If it's real, please go outside the town? ... But, "Akaoni" is also called Berggryph I haven't heard of it ... I wonder if people of the raised "

Lionel scratches his head and looks around looking for a restaurant to have a late lunch.

Suddenly, there was crowding in a wide area a little ahead, and there was something buzzing. Someone seems to be giving a speech, and the audience fuss over the words. They tilted their heads and went nearby. In the center of the crowd is an upside-down box, on which a girl dressed like a black monk stands. When I was a year, it was still about ten years old. In contrast to black clothing, the slick, long hair is pure white. It also has a black fur hat on its head. He has very nice eyes, but maybe albino, his skin is pathologically white and his eyes are red-black. A boy was wearing a hooded cloak with a flagpole next to him. I'm hiding in the hood and I don't know my face, but I'm probably 15 or 6 years old because of my style.

The girl made a loud gesture and shouted in a loud voice.

"Everybody is so poor and suffering! Is there any possible salvation? The Viennese priests say! The mercy of the Lord God spreads out in heaven and fills the land! But why then the poor and suffering in this slum will not be rescued at all! "

Audience seems to tune out loud. The girl continues with a proud face.

"The age of the Viennese and the Rhodesian Empire, which relies on it, is over! It is not God who saves people! It is himself! Obey the Demon King and follow him who ruled even the beast! It will be destroyed and the poor will be saved! "

The audience cheered. The boy holding the flag next to it holds a magic circle with large eyes. It is the emblem of Heretic Solomon Solomon. The girl laughed satisfactorily and took out a strange bill from the bag she had dropped from her shoulder. Solomon's coat of arms is depicted. The girl lifted it up and said,

"Come on! This is Solomon's guru's bill! If you have this, you will not be afraid of his destruction when he is returned! But I can't sell it, but I want to save you! Let's give it a special 20 coins!

The audience reach out behind. Bills are selling like flying. Lionel gasped, saying this was a rumored evil. It's a flying story. A man whose continent is in his possession and whose madness has caught him away in space and time cannot be a good ruler. First, what is useful for a tag that does not feel such magical power? Is it just a religion scam? Still, many people who are dissatisfied with the status quo have resonated with these discourses, Lionel felt uncomfortable. Cheborg is grinning.

"It's a very chaotic world! It's sloppy!" "It's a matter of rubbing again ..."

There, a squad of soldiers rushed, whistling with a whine. I shouted at the captain.

“What are you doing!

The girl who was speaking snorted.

"It's just telling the truth. Everyone! It's the way of the country to ridicule you as enchanted! The powers believe that we must be ignorant and foolish! Is it really correct !? "

Along with the girl's words, the audience complains to the soldiers as they buzz. Some throw things. The soldiers were dismayed, but the captain overtook the saber and shouted.

"Shut up, shut up, the outlaws out of order! Capture this guy!"

The soldiers rush to the girl with their arms in their hands. The audience screamed and escaped. But the girl is resolute against her young appearance. She shook her head in a nervous manner.

"There is no medicine for fools ..."

He quickly raised his hand and slammed something. Immediately, the soldiers stopped moving. He seems to be unable to move his body. In front of the stunned audience, the soldiers struggled and emerged in the air. I can't breathe or I'm really suffering. The girl looks at it with frosty eyes.

"Fools against the guru Solomon, regret it!"

Lionel immediately reached for his hips. However, there is no benefit because we only went to the nobles. He frowned and immediately looked at Cheborg.

"Let's stop!" "Gahahaha! The soldiers are not sloppy!"

The two jumped, jumped over the crowd and landed in front of the girl. Cheborg reached out, grabbed the girl's arm and forcibly pulled down. Soldiers fall sharply to the ground, breathing at all. The girl's eyes were opened with surprise.

"Hey ... what the hell ?!" "It's too late for the idiot to fall! The kids go home and stay calm!"

Cheborg raises his sword. I'm going to be stunned. The girl looked at the boy who was standing by her face in fear and shouted.

"Jack! Help me!"

Immediately, Cheborg's raised arm was hit by an invisible force. Cheborg frowns in surprise. A boy standing beside a girl is pointing her finger at Cheborg. At the same time, a violent impact like a bullet hitting all over the body struck. In fact, a small mass of invisible magical power seemed to hit one after another, and Cheborg's skin shook and bumped.

"Uoooooooo!"

In an unexpected onslaught, Cheborg, as expected, also released his hand from the girl. Pull your body back and cross your arms in front of you to take a defensive posture. Upon seeing it, the boy thrust his hands behind him at once. Larger blocks of magic will blow Cheborg far away. While being blown away, Cheborg laughed out loud.

"Dow !!!! Ha ha ha !!!! Do not do it!" "Demon bullets ...? And then ..."

Lionel looked down wonderingly. A magic bullet is a weapon that usually shoots a colored mass of magic. But this is totally transparent. It is also different from Cheborg's technique in which the shock wave when a fist is shaken is amplified with magic and arm tattoos. I have never heard of such magic. Lionel quickly turned around behind the boy, thinking. Then it jumps to hold it down. But his hand was blocked before reaching the boy. A translucent geometric pattern flickers where the hand stops. I opened my eyes to my surprise.

"A magical automatic barrier !?"

The boy pushes out his palms as if shooting at the palm of his hand towards the stopped Lionel. A clear mass of magic was released, and Lionel blew off as if it had been flipped. Surprisingly, the power is not strong, there is little damage, it spins in the air several times, then calms down and landes well. However, the distance has become quite vacant. Lionel immediately kicks the ground to try to close the distance. Cheborg also ran.

The boy approached the girl who had fallen to the ground and muttered.

"... Hey, it's okay, Holy Lady" "Fool! This fool! It ’s not a joke with two former S ranks… ”

The boy, as sick, embraced the shouting girl and quickly sang something and waved his hand. At that moment, they shook like a haze, and disappeared as if no one was there. Lionel, approaching, was stunned.

"T ... transition magic? Super magic that can only be used by countless sorcerers in the empire. In addition, magical automatic barriers to invisible magic bullets ... what are you ...?" "Hahhhhhah! It's not fun kids! I'm sloppy when I run away! Don't let your guard down next!"

Cheborg is smiling happily. Lionel also felt awkward that something was going to happen and felt more and more painful in the stomach.

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The cultivation of the field has been completed, and sowing of vegetables has begun. Wheat stomping is settled down, and soon the Spring Festival is coming. Unlike the Autumn Festival, the Spring Festival is not a festival where many people come from outside. Dedicate thanks to the main goddess, Vienna, for the thanks for being able to go through the harsh winter without interruption, and celebrate by eating, drinking and eating the warm spring. After the winter, there is not a lot of ingredients, but you can still open the casks and eat delicious meals such as meat, barley porridge, and wild vegetables.

One day before the Spring Festival, tomorrow, Angeline is crouching in the garden holding his head. He was dismissed by Bergryf. Bergliff sighed, frowning.

"Angier ... do you know how many times do you know? Don't look at it before moving. Shouldn't you be able to do it now?" "Uh ... but nobody except the father ..." What can we say that there will be no avoiders or monsters in the future, what will happen when it does, and that the opponent will not wait for you to make an excuse? Did you say it again? "" But ... "

Angelin swollen his cheeks. And she looks away at her sullen gaze. It's like a spoiled child.

Just two weeks after Angelin's return, in the village of Tornella, where the spring shines each day, she wanders around the village and around the mountains, playing with her, helping with field work and housekeeping, and rehearsed daily with Bergliff. It seems as though she has returned to her childhood, her practice is more fun than she wants to improve her own skills, and she can't hit the sword at all. It was gone. Rather, he has become accustomed to losing, and even the attitude of winning seems to be getting thinner.

On the other hand, the Belgryph had a bitter face after each lesson. Angeline is laughing, but as a father he is not reluctant. Indeed, Angelin may be strong. But if you seem to be losing to yourself, there must be someone who won't win.

But Angelin doesn't take it seriously. It seems certain that her baseless confidence from her age of seventeen and, in fact, her track record as an adventurer have made her proud. Bergliff looked down and stroked his beard. I can't say anything too strong just because I think I'm too spoiled. However, it would have been too uneasy to be on the deadline as a parent, teacher, and adventurer again, unless the habit was corrected here.

"Two people, we were able to cook."

Miriam calls out from the house. Anessa also looked into her face.

"Wheat porridge is good for the rabbit's meat, isn't it good?" "Nm, ah, thank you. I'm sorry, I left it to two people ..." "No, I'm also enjoying this one ..."

Both of them seem to be enjoying life in the countryside in Tornella, and now they work together in field work, housework, morning walks and training. In this way, preparing meals has increased. Berggriff, who wanted to fix Angeline's move today, left the housework to them, but he hasn't done much else. Bergryf eagerly scratched his head and urged him to stand at Angeline. Angelin stands up like a lie, and enters the house with a light step. Then he turns around and laughs with prank.

"Dad, rice!" "... Angers" "What?" "Are you going to continue adventurers?"

Bergryf sighed with his hand on his forehead. Don't do this. I have to do something.

The table was ready for meals. The roasted meat of the hare and barley porridge are steamed, accompanied by dried goat cheese. Both Anessa and Miriam have experience at an orphanage, and they do not have to cook for themselves. Wheat porridge also has spices from Orphen, and has a different aroma and is fresh. Bergliff ate roasted rabbits and rinsed barley porridge. Three girls are eating well.

A peaceful sight. If you continue this kind of life, you don't have to fix your sword habits. But Angelin is still going to be an adventurer. It seems that he wants to exert his own power, and there are sections where adventurers think that he is a vocation. If you do, you will not be stopped. Only then can we eliminate as many weaknesses as possible. The difference of a moment often separates life and death. I lost my right foot because I couldn't do that.

Still good with right foot. But they have lost their lives. In this way, you will not be able to surround the dining table with your family and close friends, chat, feel the heat of summer and the cold of winter, and be happy or sad. There can be no parent rejoicing that his daughter is killed by the demon. What does the pampering of this moment mean now?

In this case, I have no choice but to become a real demon. Bergliff inhales greatly.

Angelin, who had been looking for a beggar with a frowning face for a long time, was nervous about taking care of her meat and brewing tea.

"Dad ... What happened? Are you angry ...?"

Bergliff stood silent and grabbed his sword. Then urge Angelin to go outside with his chin. Angelin rises nervously, holding a sword and following Bergriff out. Anessa and Miriam also looked anxiously and chased them quietly.

Bergriff went out into the garden and kicked the ground with his prosthesis for a while, but turned to Angelin. The usual kind atmosphere disappears, and no emotion can be read from its expression. It's a cold look.

"Angier" "Yes, dad ..." "If you want to continue the adventurer, defeat dad in this situation" "Eh ... but ..." If you can't beat your dad and say you're going to be an adventurer ... "

Berglyph stared at Angelin.

"I don't think you're a daughter anymore"

Angeline has frozen. He dropped his sword and looked up as if the end of the world had come, standing up stunned. Tears spilled out of my eyes.

"Lie ... hey, dad?

Zukiri, and Bergliff's chest hurt. But if you don't do this, Angelin won't grow forever. Children will eventually go to the nest. Immediately withdraw and hold down, holding down the desire to do it, and staring at Angelin with a sharp eye.

"Hold me up." "... Yeah." Angelin squeezed the hem of her clothes and glanced at the Bergryph with tears. "I'm sorry! It's like this ..." "Do you hear me saying you don't like monsters!

Perhaps she was trying to mislead her feelings, and her speech became rough. Angelin shook his body, and picked up his sword with empty eyes. However, I do not take a poised attitude. While swaying slightly to the left and right, he muttered something.

"It's a lie ... this is ... my dad can't say that ..."

It looks like he is not here. Bergliff glanced open and yelled.

"Angelin!" "--- tsu!"

At the same time, Bergliff flew to Angelin at a terrible speed that he could not imagine as a prosthesis. Angelin's eyes openly react to the Bergriff's preemptive strategy, which used to be a tactic that took the lead. I received the sword that was dropped. It is a terrible sword like never before. It is supposed to be housed in a sheath, but is likely to be torn if touched. I have never seen such a Bergryf. No, only once, when I was still young, I saw such a father in the winter snow.

The sword that once swung to protect you is now facing you. why? why? Angelin thinks while trying to deal with the heavy swords attacking one after another. Did I offend my dad? Did your father hate me?

Wrong.

Bergliff's sword is fierce. But somewhere sad. Dad is sad, not angry. I'm sorry.

An intense blow hit Angelin backwards with his sword. Berglyph, who had been trembling with his sword, stopped a little. He seemed to have breathed up because of an unfamiliar movement. Exhale well and adjust your breathing to correct your posture.

Angelin was flipped and slowly lifted her face, dropping her arms as if she had relaxed her whole body. Berglyph narrows his eyes. Although seemingly full of gaps, he has such a fighting spirit that he is likely to be defeated in a blink of a step.

I was afraid, Bergryf shook. It is not clear whether it was a warrior tremor or a fear. But as the tremors came, Angelin was moving. It's almost like a ghost, approaching like a skid. The movement is totally unreadable.

Still, Tsuyoshi! And shook his sword. It is a powerful blow that pulls the right foot of the prosthesis backward and makes full use of the depression of the left foot. But Angelin passed it without difficulty. Rather than dodging, it's as if the sword had been swung away from where Angelin was originally.

They got me.

Bergliff thought so. I'm already swinging down my sword. Angeline is in the pocket. I didn't know I could do this. If this is safe. I want to be a teacher.

However, in anticipation of a powerful blow, a soft object jumped into the chest of Bergriff, who was stiff and stiff. Berglyph falls down from his back to the ground with that momentum, because it is so unexpected.

"... Anger?"

Angelin, throwing a sword and burying her face in Bergryf's chest, was silent and trembling. Looking at the figure, Bergliff felt as though the tension wrapped around her entire body was going away. I didn't take a blow, but I understand that I lost.

Bergliff put his hand on Angelin's head and gently stroked it.

"... Well done. As expected, my dad's daughter."

However, Angelin looked up at the angry red face and glared at Bergliff. The eyes are moist with tears.

"... Apologize" "... Hmm?" "Apologize for saying terrible things! Don't say you don't think you're a daughter! That's absolutely no matter what I am! It's my daughter! "

With that in mind, Angelin pressed his face against Bergriff's chest and cried tight. Bergliff hastily stroked Angelin.

"It was bad, it was bad. Dad, I wanted you to be serious ...." "No! Forgive me! Hold me if you want to forgive me!

Angelin was angry and hugged her with his arms around Bergriff's back. Berggriff wondered if this would only have made her worse, but the situation at the moment was impressive. If I could do that, I thought again that I couldn't help but in a slightly spoiled place. After all, Berglyph is also a stupid parent.

Anessa and Miriam relievedly stroking her chest after seeing Berglyph holding and rubbing Angelin, who was crying.

"It was good ... what would happen at one time ..." "Hey ... but they're good friends."

Miriam grinned. Anessa nodded. Then they remembered Bergriff's tremendous enthusiasm and shook himself, and he was completely convinced that he was a "red demon."