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

Despite the Spring Festival, Bergliff was frowning on muscle pain throughout her body. In the face of yesterday's meeting with Angelin, there have been some unusual movements, and I have tried to exert an unreasonable force that exceeded my full power. It seems to creak with every movement. But it did make sense. It's fortunate to find that Angelin can do more than he knows. Being as good as yourself is not absolutely safe, but reassuring the Belgryph that at least he doesn't seem to be doing something habitual.

However, the operation that cuts off the relationship between parents and children seems to have a great reaction, and Angelin has been sticking and sticking since yesterday's meeting. Her cheeks are inflated and she is sulking on the Bergryph from start to finish. If you try to pull them apart, you will be moaned and intimidated with "Gurururu", so you can't handle it.

"... Anger" "" ... what "" "... that dad was bad, will you leave me anymore?" "No ... I won't forgive you yet"

Eventually, they went out for Spring Festival with Angelin on their backs, and the villagers laughed at it. Kelly laughs and pricks Bergryf's shoulder.

"Wahahahaha, hey bell! It's a huge baby!" "Haha, a little ... Anger, you're laughing.

Berglyf smiled bitterly at Angelin, who hugged him even more. Unlike the Autumn Festival, which is a festival of villagers only, worship takes place in churches. Father Maurice offers a prayer, and the villagers close their eyes and join hands. Those who know the harshness of nature are wonder and reverent. The Tornella people are no different, but unlike the imperial and public capitals, they have a religion that resembles the indigenous spiritual religion of nature and the natural religion of Vienna. Most people. He respects the god Vienna and thanks the spirit of nature. The same goes for Bergglyph.

By the way, when the worship is over, you go out to the square and drink and sing. It's not as good as a gypsy on a trip, but the village's musicians bring out musical instruments and play lively, and when young girls come and go, they dance. Stew and porridge are boiled in a large pot, sweet bread mixed with dried mountain grapes and rock cowberry is served, meat and fish are grilled by bonfire, and barrels of apple wine are opened. Angelin brought a number of souvenirs from Orphen, so he decided to act here. The villagers were delighted with sugar confectionery and spirits that Tonella could not taste. The house is finally tidying up, and Bergriff is relieved.

Bergliff sat down in the corner of the square, licking apple wine while watching the performances and dances. Angelin stopped hugging, but snuggled snugly beside the Bergryph and was drinking apples in the same way. Looking at the sight, Anessa and Miriam were somewhat funny and giggled. Angelin looks suspiciously.

"... what?" "No ... I guess I'm a parent and child. What's that, Milly?" "Yeah, good friends" "I see ... hufu"

Angelin laughed and weighed heavily on the Bergryph. The muscular pain was spurred, and Berggriff frowned.

"... Ange, it hurts if I get too much." "No.

Berggriff stroked his beard with a vague face as if he gave up. There are chats here and there, and laughter comes out in a cheerful but out-of-tune singing voice. The young men in the village are scrambled to share food and give flowers to Anessa and Miriam, and they are poked by the village girls.

Soon Angelin will return to Orphen. They are also needed at Orphen. I have to go back. Berggriff was a bit lonely when I thought about it, but I'm glad her daughter was respected and relied on. I have to send it out honestly and comfortably. While thinking about that, he seemed to have emptied a few cups of apple wine without even realizing it, and Bergliff felt a little fluffy. My body pain is not so painful as my body became insensitive. Angelin, who had been sullen, was completely relaxed and looked far away with no eyes.

Hoffman came over there in a good mood.

"Oh bell! Are you drinking?" "Oh, I have you. The Spring Festival is good weather again this year." "Haha, it is the blessing of the spirit and the god of Vienna!"

Hoffman sat down next to Bergliff.

"Well, it's a matter of maintenance of the highway."

Bergliff leaned forward and hit his elbow on his knee. Since Angelin's return, Bergliff has occasionally appeared at village meetings and has not participated. It doesn't know what it's like because it's a fuss every time you look at it. Hoffman laughed at him and drank a sip of the apple wine he had.

"The guys were reluctant, but finally they broke yesterday. I can shake the big one and reply to Count Bordeaux." "That's good. Tornella won't be left behind."

Hoffman laughed aloud. And take out the letter from the bosom.

"Hello, Bell. I'd like to send this reply to Count Bordeaux. Will you be asked?"

The Bergryph looked suspicious and contained apple wine. Hoffman nods.

"It's an important letter. I want to leave it to certain people. You're good at it, and most of all, I have the trust of Count Bordeaux. "... I guess it's the job of the mayor?"

As Bergryf laughed mischievously, Hoffman bent his mouth in a curly shape.

"I'm asking you because my courtesy is weird." "Don't be relentless.

After laughing and drinking apple, Angelin, who seemed to be sitting and listening, leaned out.

"... When are you going?" "Hmm? Ah ... when is it?" "Yes, I hope the earlier one will help ..."

Hearing that, Angelin shone in his eyes and hugged Bergriff's arm.

"And then ... let's go with us when we go to Orphen, Dad!" "Mu ... yes.

Certainly, Angelin will soon return to Orphen. If you drive together with a carriage at that time, you will save time. More than anything else, you have more time to stay together. From Angelin's point of view, traveling with Bergliff is the best experience. Bergliff dried the apple wine left in the cup and nodded.

"Let's do it. Let's have Angers protect me." "I did it ... When will you do it?" "No, if I can travel with my dad, I'm fine ... tomorrow!"

Angelin stood happily and spoke to Anessa and Miriam, who treat the village's youth.

"I'll be back at Orphen tomorrow! Dad is with me!" "Eh! Belle too?" "Well, will Belle return ?!"

They rushed up with excitement. Bergliff waved in a hurry.

"It's a different, different business. I'm going to Bordeaux." "Eh ... I'm sorry ..." "Boo, I thought I could venture with Belle."

Anessa sadly scratches her cheeks, and Miriam swells her cheeks dissatisfied. Knowing that he had been adored so long, Bergliff smiled and stroked his beard. It's shy but not so bad.

Anyway, if you decide, you have to prepare. Despite the festivities of the Spring Festival, the Belgriffs return home and pack their luggage. If you go to Bordeaux and come back, you will be leaving your house for almost a week, so clean it up. We shouldn't be able to bite the mouse while we're away, but Bergliff puts the important things in a sturdy box. However, due to muscle pain, she could not move smoothly as usual, and it took a long time to prepare. As I was preparing like that, the sun fell and it was getting dark. The spring festival in the square seems to have passed the feast, and the villagers are scattered three and five, and the usual night is about to come.

I ate a lot at the Spring Festival, so I don't think I'll make dinner one by one. Bergliff went out to see Hoffman. Rather than telling her that she was in a mood to go on a trip with her, Angelin did not say she would follow her, and the three girls who remained at home were sitting dimly in front of the fireplace after wiping their bodies. Miriam muttered.

"Hah ... something was so fast ..." "Yeah. It should have been for two weeks, but it feels really fast."

Anessa then sighed with her chin on her knees.

"What? ... I'm worried that I can return to my original life too slowly ..." "Wow, that's right. It's not an avant-garde ... Yeah, but it's okay. Maybe. "" Yes, you should be able to power up because of the refreshment.

Miriam pinched his finger on Angelin's flank, lying on her back on the bed. Angelin shouted, saying, "Muu."

"... I'm not going to be careless. My father is special." "Oh, let's be a dad!" "What the ......!

Angelin jumped at Miriam and tickled. The two laugh and play with each other. She looks around because of the fireplace near her, but she doesn't know what to do.

The life of killing the beast every day at Orphen and living in Tornella for the past few days are completely different. This S-rank adventurer's party was completely weak. The holidays at Orphen were exciting and dizzying and certainly fun, but it wasn't like resting like this. For the past two weeks, I work without any hassle and work day by day, walking around the wilderness far from the crowds, and chatting in front of the fireplace at night. The roots grew in the comfort, and when it was time to return, my feelings didn't calm down.

The Belgryphs seem to have returned, and the door is slammed. Angelin, who had been playing with Miriam, quickly rushed to the door and opened it. The fresh air came in and shook the fire, lamps and candles. Bergriff took his coat off and hung on the wall, frowning with muscle pain and squeaking his neck, which seemed to have become stiff in the cold.

"Well, it's still cold at night ... Isn't it all cold?" "I'm fine." "It's warmer than the beginning. Is it regrettable to return home? "

Bergriff said, laughing, picking up firewood and sipping on the fire. Angelin jumps on his back.

"Dad ... when will he be out tomorrow?" "Clean up the bed, eat breakfast ...... you have to come out before noon. Otherwise you'll have to stay on the bed."

Angelin laughs at her and squats her mouth in Bergriff's hair. They seem to be happy to go out together and have no specifications. Berggriff smiled, took off his shoes, and sat down on a blanket on the bed. Then carefully remove the right prosthesis, gently wipe with old cloth and set aside.

Unexpectedly everyone closed their mouths and became quiet. The wind blows outside and shakes the door. The fire was transferred to the burnt wood and burned up and shook. When it is quiet, a little noise sounds loud. Miriam swam slightly and glanced at her eyes, and Angelin hugged on the back of the Bergryph, with her eyes slightly open and sleeping.

Pachin, the wood burst, and the burning charcoal rolled out of the fireplace. Berglyph grabbed it by hand and threw it into the fireplace. Anessa looks at Bergliff in surprise.

"Ah, isn't it hot?" "Hm? Ah, charcoal? If you've been doing a long job and shaking your sword, your skin will be thicker. It's okay if you just release it. ''

With that said, Bergryf showed Anessa a palm. Certainly thick and firm. Anessa reached out to touch, and raised her face.

"Um ... even if you try to touch it?"

I will touch it. I can't say anything. There were many places where the beans were crushed and hardened, and soil and dirt entered the gaps, and some were not removed. But I don't feel bad. Somehow, it's like a proof of the life of Bergliff. Therefore, Anessa was somewhat embarrassing, still feeling as if she were just young.

"... I'm terrific. I did my best until it was like this." "What was just clumsy. There was no other way."

Berggriff laughed so tightly, reached out, took the medicine can from the fireplace, and poured white water into the cup.

"Well, it's been a long time since I'm out of Tornella ... please take my uncle properly? Adventurer"

Bergryf said it was ridiculous and rinsed the hot water. Anessa laughs sickly. Angelin, who seemed drowsy, opened his eyes and hugged himself in the first place.

"I'm sleepy ..." "Yeah, there's tomorrow, so let's go to bed ... Milly seems to be sleeping." "Oh, really ..."

Annessa didn't even notice, but Miriam was finally lying on her bed and sleeping. Berglyf rolled Angelin onto the bed and stood up, extinguished the lamps and blown out the candles. Only the fire of the fire was lit, and the corners and walls of the ceiling were completely covered in dusk. Put on a blanket and lie down. Anessa was awake, but seemed to be asleep, and soon after she heard a breath.

Bergliff closed his eyes closed. You can hear Angelin breathing next to him, and occasionally the woods of the fireplace. I didn't expect to be out of Tornella in this way, but this is interesting. Isn't it nice to be with your daughter? For whatever reason, Berglyn misses Angelin going to Orphen. I don't feel bad to be with me.

However, when I leave Tornella, I want to take measures against monsters. However, I told him to Hoffman that he was laughed away. It's safe to say that some of the young people whom Belgryf taught swords are good at. Also, if there is nothing to do with the Belgryph, it means that there is no Tornella in the first place. That may be true. I feel a bit embarrassing, as if I was too eager or conceited.

Anyway, you have to sleep. However, she is not uplifting because she is not uplifting for years. When I stay still, my muscle pain is disturbing and there are no specifications. I think that yesterday's movement was too much to keep going. Angelin, who was sleeping next to her, thought she could count sheep.

"Dad ... are you awake?"

Berglyf replied with his eyes closed.

"Hmm ... I'm awake" "Hey ... I can't sleep ... I slept a little while ago" "Yeah ... my dad too" "Um ... you don't come to Orphen as it is? …… If you rent a large house, you can live with two people ……? ”

Berglyph remained silent for a while, closing his eyes, but slowly reached out and stroked Angelin's head.

"I'm glad to say something."

Bergliff continued, beating Angelin, who was happy to receive the affirmation.

"But ... then I won't come to Tornella anymore." "Hmm ... it's ... but ..." "Dad ... I think this is home. It's both for Dad and Angers. …… Of course, I feel happy about Angers, but my dad wants to protect here as a place to return for Angers. Does Angers like Tornella? ”

Angelin embraced the Berglyph.

"I see ... but we're up to Bordeaux!" "Oh, yes ... so go to bed already." "Yeah ... rest, dad."

The night goes slowly.