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

A ragged Ashcroft lies on a bed in a Bordeaux house. Angelin had been killed without any means of making a relentless attack. But Angelin, who was supposed to win, was still small. Before that, a frowning Bergliff stands with his arms folded.

"Angier ... I know you're strong, but I don't think Dad is right to have a strong one-sided attack on a weaker than you." "But Dad ... first that." Just because there's something wrong with you doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want. It's better not to wield a sword from the beginning if you're drowning in your own power. "

Bergryf seemed quite angry. That's why Angelin is crushing not only Miriam, Anessa, and Sasha, who have been inspired. Helvetica and Selenium looked up and shut behind. At that time, Ashcroft on the bed moaned, rising.

"No ... this is my blunder ... Bergriff, please don't get angry with Angelin." "But Ashcroft, the important person involved in the interior affairs of the Count of Bordeaux ..." "That's why I wish I had controlled myself .... I'm sorry jealous and embarrassed in my steward's cause. I'm really sorry, Mr. Bergliff. No, I haven't hurt my bones or muscles ...

Ashcroft frowns, being hit with cotton soaked in disinfectant. Bergliff sighed.

"I would be grateful if you could say so ... Anger, apologize to Ashcroft." "Mm ... but ..." "Angelin" "... I'm sorry."

Angelin bowed down, albeit disappointed. Sasha quietly opens her mouth.

"That ... Belgriff ... this is what I said, and don't get angry at Anger ..."

Anessa and Miriam also bow down sorry.

"We're so excited ... Ashcroft, I'm sorry." "It's not just because of Angers. I'm sorry ..." "I have a good friend."

Berggriff smiled, gently tapping Angelin's head with his palms. Angelin was mushy, but his expression seemed a little softer. Bergliff smiled and said in a purposely bright tone, perhaps to change the mood.

"Now, the atmosphere has become weird. Helvetica, you're busy. Please don't worry about us and return to government."

Helvetica giggled.

"Thank you for your care, I'll do it. Ash, I'll bring you a potion later. Rest well and cultivate your spirit. Did you have a good study too?" Words ... I knew my immatureness. "

Ashcroft bows. Helvetica smiled, pulling out a chair by the bed and sitting down.

"Well ... then Ash can't move from here, so let's talk here. Earl Malta will be coming here soon."

Ashcroft frowned suspiciously. Selenium nods.

"A letter has arrived this morning. He will come here tomorrow at the earliest and tomorrow at the latest at the latest."

As the discussion began, Bergliff rushed out of the room. I don't hear anything extra.

"Well, yeah ... what should we do? Let's go out into town because it's a long time."

I told Angelin, who stood aside, Angeline was swollen and did not reply. Berggriff smiled and stroked Angelin.

"I don't know why Anger ... You know you've done too much?" "... I don't care about that guy, Ash, any more than me?" "Hey, don't think like that Well, I know that Anger was angry for my dad ... "

Angeline was silent for a while, but allied to her, sticking out her arms.

"Forgive me if you hug me ..."

Berggriff smiled and held his arm around Angeline's waist. Angelin closed his eyes satisfactorily, squatting his face on Berghryf's hair. Sasha somehow looks at it with a sad expression.

"Mm ... I wish I had more favor of my father ..."

I muttered. Miriam smiled mischievously, turned around Sasha and pushed her back.

"Belle, I want you to hold Sasha, too?" "Duh, yeah !? Milly!"

After seeing Sasha turn her face red, Bergliff tilted her end and head. Angelin frowned a bit, but nodded as he was convinced, and fell down.

"I don't have enough for my father ... good. Special." "Oh, uh ... uh ... is that good, Anger?" "Yeah ... dad and Sasha hug me." Well, I don't mind ... I'm sorry, Sasha. "

Berggriff, confused, wrapped his arm around Sasha's waist and lifted him up as well. It looks like sitting on your shoulder. Sasha exclaimed, "Foooo!"

"Well ... nostalgic ...!"

Sasha put his hands on Bergriff's head, sparkling his eyes.

"When I was still a child ... I had my father hold me up like this ..." "That's right ..."

Tall Sasha is heavier than Angeline. However, it was rude to say that a woman was heavy, and Berglif endured Sasha for a while with patience. However, his muscles and joints hurt, and he fell down because of the pain. If you do too much, it will come to your waist. Sasha is visibly pleased.

"Thank you, Master!" "Hello, welcome to me ... then, if you can stop being a Master ..." "Bell, this momentum is going to take over Arne!" "Cho, I'm good! "

Pushed by Miriam, Anessa was panicked. Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"Why don't you excuse me now? Your waist ..." "Well, you see! Milli, it's impossible ..." "I think it'll be fine tomorrow. Arne, can I do it tomorrow? "Well, oh ... yes ..."

Miriam smiled as she saw Anessa descending in red.

"Hey, then I'll have you tomorrow too."

Hearing that, Angelin frowns and shakes his head.

"Millie is useless ... heavy" "Cho, who is fat!"

Seeing Miriam in resentment, she was laughed at.

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It is not a luxury house. It is made of stone and wood, and is robust but has no frills. However, the furnishings displayed there seemed to be expensive, but there was some kind of low-slungness, such as that expensive items were simply lined up in a row, not that there were any items. . In the room, a man dressed in good-quality clothes was sitting down in a grumpy manner. It will be over fifty in the year. She wasn't very modest or exercising, or had a sloppy flesh that made her middle-aged, worse, and her mustache was growing abundantly, but her hair was lonely. Count Malta. He is the lord of Hazel, a town on the west of Bordeaux.

Count Malta drank a glass of wine, savagely laid it on the table, and licked the mustache.

"Hmm, I'm an S-rank adventurer ... I've heard rumors about the demon killing."

An albino girl in a fur hat was sitting opposite him. The girl looks at the Earl with the eyes of filth, and is silently muted. A hooded boy behind it said.

"If so, extend the plan later. It is unreasonable to turn the enemy up to him in addition to the Bordeaux family." "Hmm ... Solomon and the power of Yara have not been great."

The girl's eyebrows snapped, but the boy told him to control it.

"It's useless to provoke. If you fail, your neck will fly. If you don't have them, things will go as planned. Endure here."

Count Malta laughed coldly at the boy who remained calm.

"A prestigious politician or a kid ... but let's take the advice as advice."

Count Malta poured wine into the glass.

"I'm heading to Bordeaux after this. I'll arrive at night." "Hey, I'll say I'll stretch the plan later." "Let it stretch? How do you stretch it. That S-rank adventurer and others leave Bordeaux. Do you know the suffering of the kid, expecting the uncertainties and continuing to hide? You will be forced away from power and suffered for years in the northern countryside! "

The Earl placed a rough hand on the table with a glass. Wine spills out. His eyes were burning with ambition and grudge.

"I've endured for years ... wait for the day today ... Earlier Bordeaux was a formidable opponent ... but he couldn't beat his illness. But after all, she's a woman. It's too innocent.

Count Malta has been organizing anti-Bordeaux factions in Bordeaux for several years. Bordeaux was originally a local royal family, and the calm politics of ridiculing the territory attracted enormous support from the territory, but some aristocrats who were fully immersed in the central aristocracy I had an antipathy.

In some sections, the central nobles dismiss the rural Bordeaux as countryside. Sasha's aristocratic adventurers, and her sisters roaming the territory, and sometimes sweating with the peasants, is a lowly act of the nobles from the Central.

In that way, she continued to embrace the aristocratic aristocrats of the Bordeaux family secretly, and for several years, she was able to embrace an opportunistic, if not overwhelming, man. And if I can make the current head a deceased person. …… Although being dismissed from the public capital, Malta is also a human who has been stricken in a power struggle there. And despite being defeated, he has the skill to be able to complete the relegation to the provinces without changing his rank.

"Aristocrats and Shimozu are different. If you continue to do that, you will start to say that the territory will grow and that the difference in status will be trivial. Aristocratic people can only be aristocratic if they acquire the nobility of nobles. Little girls who don't know it ... well, today as planned ... tonight! "

Count Malta drank wine in a breath. Are you drunk? However, every time he faced the man, he pretended to be somewhere in the air. Perhaps the hunger for power has passed and it is getting a bit crazy. The boy sighed as disgusted.

"I don't care about your philosophy ... but I don't want you to cooperate as long as your interests match." "Don't worry. You just do what you need to do. …… the aristocracy is just like a noble. Wealth and power …… you know, you are the Saint of Solomon. ”

The girl did not answer the question, stood up in a grumpy and walked out of the room. The boy follows. Count Malta laughed eerily as he clung to his shoes.

The girl walked fast and told her to vomit.

"I'm still a low-lying man. I'm a dead man. I remember the creatures of Lucrecia." "... I think you're similar." "Don't be with you! That pig doesn't have to be qualified! "

The girl lifted her eyebrows and turned around, hitting the boy. But the boy easily catches the girl's fist. The girl clenched his teeth. Then I start to get irritated again.

"It's always a waste! I'll change it ... this world!" "Let's like ... but I'm not going to run away and fail." "Who are you talking to?"

The girl goes out into the courtyard. The sun that started to shine brightly, and it was bright. Moya stands from the wet ground, and the leaves of the grove are shining brilliantly. The girl raised her right hand. A ring is placed on the middle finger. It had a frightening decoration, like a beast or evil spirit, and a small black gem.

"The Kingdom of the Sparse! The tailwind of a wanderer! He calls us evil! It is closed and a book descends from the evening gate! What a tough road! 』

With the chanting of the girl spun as if roaring, a terrible torrent of magical power took place around her. The body of this little girl seems to have dozens of magical powers of ordinary people. The swirling magical power converged on the raised right hand ring, and when I thought it suddenly became quiet, cloudy black clouds rose from the black jewel on the ring and soared into the sky as a lump. As soon as it covers the sky, it flows east. The girl snapped his nose.

"Samizina's ring ... with this power ... huh, huh ..."

The boy muttered with his arms folded and frowning.

"... I just use it after all,"

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The city of Bordeaux is lively. A puddle after the rain reflects the blue sky, and a large number of people pass over it. Farmers coming to sell wild vegetables and vegetables, merchants from the southern lands, gypsies traveling on the streets, worshipers pulling carts, and children running alongside.

After leaving the mansion, the Bergryphs had lunch under Sasha's guidance and walked around. He asked if his job was OK, but Sasha was not involved in the difficult story. It is his own opinion that even if you join poorly, you do not understand and confuse the place unnecessarily. Bergliff smiled bitterly to see if that would be okay, but if you think about it, you're talking about yourself, and that's why you trust Helvetica and Selenium. One of her charms is that she can be divided easily if she is useless in that field.

The girls are walking a step ahead of the Belgryph. The hangover seems calm. Perhaps because he drank together last night, Sasha is also completely friendly.

"Hey Hey, Sasha. Is there a delicious sweets shop?" "Yes! Bordeaux grows well, so baked goods are delicious." "Oh, good, hey, there. Let's go to

Annessa grinned and placed her hand on Miriam's shoulder.

"... Who was said to be heavy and was infidelity?" "Noisy! And this is a different story!" "I want you to stay as it is!" "Oh, to Sasha! Wow, Anger, let's bully everyone." "Oh, ok ... now, let's go to a candy store ...... I'll make Milii more fat. "Well, what do you say?" "Fufu, joke ... I want to eat sweets too. Good, Dad?" "Oh, no problem"

It looks like a belgry outside the bed, but I don't care because it's like any road guard. That's enough if the girls are having fun. He enjoyed the sweetness that Tonella couldn't eat very much and went to the adventurer's guild with Sasha's proposal. He wants to introduce it to the guild master by all means. Berggryph was a bit nervous, saying that he would be overvalued, but there is no reason to decline. Eventually we went to the guild together.

This was also a sturdy stone building. Bordeaux's new buildings are mostly made of wood, while old buildings are mostly made of stone. It was built to be sturdy and long lasting. The guild was full of energy. Old and young adventurers enter and leave, and chattering is echoing here and there. Berglyph thought it was nostalgic. I used to be in this whirlpool. Even after getting used to the quiet life of Tornella, just two years of adventurer life is a memorable experience.

There seemed to be some adventurers who were in the tavern of the inn last night, and cheers rose and were immediately surrounded by people.

"Oh! S-rank adventurer is out!" "Please tell us about the defeat of the Demon King!" "I want to ask" Red Demon "! How can I raise an S-rank adventurer?" "Why are you in a Tornella?" "Hey, of course! If Sasha is a mentor, you're the top guild in Bordeaux in no time?"

With a bitter smile at the raging questions, he followed Sasha into the door behind the reception. The adventurers are noisy, but the receptionist is holding them down. As he climbed the stairs, Bergliff sighed.

"I'm here ... I'm losing my name." "What did you say, Master?" "No, I'm talking about myself ... Sasha, the Master," "Guild Master! Are you here?"

Sasha vigorously opens the door of the room up the stairs. Inside there was a large room that looked like a study. In the foreground there is a table and sofa for six people, which may be for visitors, and there is a work desk in the back. On top of that, a number of documents were neatly stacked.

An old man was sitting behind the desk. Is it around 60? She has long white hair tied behind her face, and her face is deeply carved, but her eyes are so tender, with the peculiarities of the old. Sasha had a moment to go forward and clasped his hand at the desk.

"I'm sorry to have a guild master while I'm at work.

The guildmaster smiled with a smile.

"Yes, everyone is rumored to be Sasha-sama, a" black-haired war maiden "Angeline and two of her party members, and that" Red Demon "Bergglyph is coming."

Sasha laughed proudly, avoiding her sideways and introducing the Bergliffs.

"This is Angeline, the black-haired warrior, and the party members, Anessa and Miriam. This is Bergliffe, the" red demon "I've been talking about from before. Everyone, this is the Guild Master in Bordeaux This is Elmore. "

Sasha is introduced and each bows with a bow. The guildmaster stood up slowly and bowed politely.

"I'm Elmore. I'm a talented person who manages the Bordeaux Adventurer's Guild. I'll keep you informed." "I'll be painfully polite. I'm rushing into work ..." I don't have much more work to do. ''

Elmore continued to smile with a soft smile and urged the five on the visitor's sofa. While sitting down, Angelin said.

"Mr. Elmore, great ... the difference from the guild master of Orphen." "Hey, don't say that ..."

While saying that, Anessa is giggle. Indeed, the guildmaster's room at Orphen wasn't very clean, and Lionel had no pieces of dignity. But here it is, and above all, the guildmaster is dignified. Elmore laughed and pulled a bottle of sheer water from the shelf.

"I think Lionel is doing his best. I think he was able to cope alone with the mass outbreak of the beasts originating from the Demon King. I wish I could get reinforcements from Bordeaux, but this guild Currently has no S-rank adventurers ... "

Drinking light water poured into the glass, Angelin said.

"How many ranks did Elmore ...?" "I was an AA rank. My talent as an adventurer was stopped, but such clerical work was strangely suited to sex, "I have been worshiping for two decades." "Hmm ... my guild master says that the guild master seems to be a vacant job for incompetence ... Is that so?"

Bergliff rushes to Angelin. But Elmore laughed happily without any signs of concern.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Guild masters are now idle in every guild. It's okay if you stand between the central guild and the local guild and parry both sides, but only the guilds in Bordeaux. It's a little different. ''

Sasha leans forward.

"Bordeaux's guilds have a long history of connection with their lords. The central pedigreed aristocracy basically despises adventurers, but the Bordeaux family is originally a local royal family. Much more. "" Yes. Therefore, the guilds here also play a role in defending the town. Usually, lords don't want to make requests to adventurer's guilds. I wonder if there is a face of ""

Sasha frowns. Elmore smiled.

"But the Bordeaux were different. From the beginning, they signed a contract with the adventurer's guild, and they formed a system to cooperate with soldiers and cooperate with each other to deal with demons and catastrophes. So I'm not a mid-cap commander, because I can't divert the central guild approach, so I have more work as a guild master, but it's very rewarding.

Bergliff was impressed. In the past, when you were an adventurer, soldiers and adventurers in town usually didn't get along. That is where we work together. Now, even the youngest sister of the Bordeaux family, Sasha, is an adventurer, and that connection will be stronger than before. But at the same time, I think this would not be popular with nobles. Aristocratic migrants from the center, apart from the ancient nobles who have long been linked to the Bordeaux family, can't stand it, for example, by deepening their connection with the lower-lying and despised adventurers. Belgriff frowned, arguing that it was one of the obstacles to this road improvement. I don't know what aristocratic world is.

While chatting, the outside of the window suddenly darkened. Even in a room with no lighting or darkness. Elmore stood up leaning over her head and went by the window. I thought that the sun had set, and a thick cloud covered the sky.

"It's weird, though it was so sunny up to now ..."

Miriam frowned and went quickly beside Elmore. He looks out and squints suspiciously.

"... It's weird, this is a very distorted magic."

Angeline also moved her eyebrows.

"I'm nervous ... I feel bad ..."

At that time, an adventurer rushed into the room.

"The guild master! It's hard! There's a lot of undead coming out of the graveyard!" "What is it?

Elmore frowned and approached the adventurer.

"How many are they?" "I understand! Let's turn your hand immediately! Rude!"

Sasha rushed out like a gale. Angelin stands up.

"Help me ..." "Oh, how are you ...?" "I'm just right for the warm-up before returning to Orphen ..." "I need to regain my senses. You're going to rampage! "

It's not just an adventurer outfit, but even when you're out for play, you always carry your own stuff. Adventurer's habit. Elmore smiled reassured.

"It's really reliable ... I'm asking you to go to church and build a barrier. Are you sure you want a graveyard?"

Angelin looked at Bergliff.

"Dad, too ...?" "I see."

I thought it would be good if I couldn't get it right, but I didn't say it. No excuse is needed to go to battle. Just do your best. Angelin seems happy to be able to fight with her father, and is visibly enthusiastic.

Outside is dark. It is likely to start raining again.