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

The thick cloud that took yesterday is clear as a lie. The wind carries the mood of spring and softly touches the skin. Under the feet, soft grass sprout grew steadily, and small animals and insects were running around without hesitation. One eagle is flying in the sky in a circle.

Charlotte stood dimly in the sun, looking up at the flying eagle. The white hair and clothes are dirty. It looks just like the turmoil of last night.

"... Thank you, I couldn't say to the end ..." "What happened?"

Byak was sitting aside. The clothes were ragged, but the wounds were closing. However, it still hurt, and each time the wind blew, he frowned and suppressed the scars cut with exaggeration. Charlotte sighed and sat next to Byak. He put his chin on his knees as if he was lost, and looked out with his right hand forward. The ring left on the fingertip has no jewels and no more power left.

"I don't have a Samijina ring ... I'll do what I'm going to do ..." "What do I want to do? What do you want to do, Saint?" … I don't have to take revenge on the Viennese religion. ”“ Of course I hate it.

Charlotte wondered if it really was right.

Charlotte was the daughter of a Cardinal of Lucrecia. I was very happy to be raised with butterflies and flowers. He was a religious Viennaist and wondered how wonderful the grace the Lord God had given him.

But when she was eight, her house was subjected to the Inquisition. Lucrecia was fiercely controversial among the Viennese Cardinals, and her father was involved. Inheritance is not determined by piety but ultimately by money and power. Her house has been defeated. He was identified as heresy. The deciding factor was that Charlotte was an albino and had great magical power. If it is a little different, it is an element that can be celebrated by the saint, but whatever was the reason.

Charlotte despaired. He was angry with the religion of Vienna, who despised innocent humans as heretics. He prayed steadily and grudged the god of God who did not help him in living godly. He hated the Lucrecia nobles, who returned their palms as soon as they were heretic, and the clergy who called themselves heretics with a clear face.

In other countries, to a lesser extent, heretics are despised in Lucrecia. And if the priest is recognized as heresy, he will be executed as a rebel against the Lord God. If you become a cardinal, your family will be killed together. His parents escaped Charlotte by himself. She ran away alone.

It was a hard escape. There were days when I wore a rag and caught garbage. He was attacked by villains. As a daughter of a noble, living without difficulty, the wandering was too painful, miserable, and wished for death many times. But I couldn't do that because of my parents.

At that time, I met a man. The man talked about Solomon. The man recalls Solomon, who once followed the Demon King and once delivered the entire continent. The man asked Charlotte to become the shrine maiden.

Charlotte was fascinated. With that power, you can save those who are suffering from being heretical to Vienna. You can get revenge on shavens and nobles. He stands on the stage as the Saint of Solomon and gives them the suffering of heresy. She saw the man's hand, looking at the expression of despair and agony.

Only two years later, he and his servant, Bjärk, toured the neighboring Rhodesian Empire. In Charlotte's adorable looks and his brilliant mouth, the story spread well in a land dominated by corrupt lords. The Samizina ring given to the man caused a “miracle” and allowed him to capture the greedy nobles. The plan was to rescue the similarly corrupt Rhodesian Empire from Vienna and then return to Lucrecia.

But now I can't be sure it was right. It seemed that the view dazzled by the unknown heat was transparent.

"Hand ... it was so cold ..."

Remember the feeling of being stroked. I think my father stroked it like that with a big hand. My father was younger than that uncle.

The Viennese and Lucrecia priests, of course, hate. But what I'm looking for isn't revenge, but the warmth that my parents give. Perhaps because he had given up if he couldn't get it anymore, he might have forcibly sought revenge and forgot. The hand reached in despair is not always correct.

Bjalak lay down on her back.

"Did you fall in love with that father?" "Nah ...! What a ridiculous thing! It just took a hand! I just thought it was like my father!" Or ... uh ... "

Byak looked down in a grumpy look. Charlotte spoke quietly.

"Hey ... junky?" "Yeah ... thank you ..."

Charlotte squatted on his knees to hide his overflowing tears and leaned on Bjack.

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"Oh, I'm off guard! This Sasha Bordeaux seems to have not enough training yet!

When she thought she was laughing, she pressed her left arm and grinned with Sasha's expression, and Selenium ran up and stroked her shoulder.

"It's already my little sister. I'm a little injured, so I'm a little more calm ..." "Muu ... It's hard to move ..."

Sasha left her body on the back of her bed and pointed her mouth. All of them gathering in one of the few intact rooms in the terrible state of the mansion laughed.

At dawn, the house and town of the Bordeaux family were once again cleaned up. The sunny and refreshing spring weather seemed to neutralize the bloody smell last night.

It was a bit of a fuss when the dead Countess of Malta was found. Various speculations flew that the undead wasn't attacked because of the sword wound, but it was said that the patrol soldiers saw Count Malta who looked around alone, surely attacked by a thief like a fire place thief. They concluded that it had been done. The clothes of Count Malta were fine, seemingly noble, and there were everybody who did evil in the fuss.

In that way, the folk who originally did not like Count Malta were fluent, but the elimination of the facilitator completely abolished the anti-Bordeaux nobles and shattered the underground alliance. The corpse of Earl of Malta was a message from Helvetica at all costs.

However, no one has the courage to accuse her of doing it. That said, Helvetica's ambitions in Bordeaux are staggering. There is no one to believe, and it is decided to eat the whole scan. They were afraid when they would receive a call from Helvetica, and quietly hid themselves, refusing to stand out against her or doing any outright wrongdoing.

In the battle between Bergliff and Charlotte, the inside of the mansion is ragged. It will take some time to fix it. In this situation, it is very difficult to maintain roads. This is not to lose the plan, but when Bordeaux calms down, he will send his messenger to Tornella again. Bergglyph has no objection.

Angelin is in great shape from the morning and seems to be settled down if he isn't moving. He's not even in the room now, running around the garden with Anessa and Miriam. The two who are dating seem to be amazed.

The Bergglyph is also full of power and is still a little restless while sitting. Is it the effect of elf potions? But the elixir is gone. In a vial hidden in the palm of your hand, you can't get just a few drops. Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"Don't be afraid, Sasha. If the elixir received from Ashcroft remained, I could divide it ..." "No, Master! The elixir is always on hand in my home, and I don't need to worry. It's rather embarrassing to show such an unnatural figure! "

Ashcroft spoke to the laughing Bergliff.

"Um ... Belgriff? Have you used that remedy already?" "Oh, sorry, one drop on Angers, one drop on me, then ... well, the rest after a little bit." "One drop ...? "Is that the way it is?"

Ashcroft said, twitching his mouth.

"It's because I forgot to say ... but it's normal to use elixir diluted with water ..." "What !?" "You know exactly ..."

Ashcroft says that the elixir is thicker as is. That said, Imperial elixirs are modest, and some adventurers take their concentrates during the battle in hopes of doping, but they are too dense for elf elixirs. It is usually diluted several tens of times before taking, depending on the application, and slowly spreads over the body over time. It seems that if you work too quickly, you will not be able to settle unless you move like Angeline today, and if it is bad, there will be a gap between your body and your senses. In short, the current state of Angelin and Bergglyph is that he can't settle without consuming the increasing strength. It is natural that healing is quick.

Berggriff was convinced at the same time that he was irritated by the fact that his body was ignited earlier. E-rank adventurers were blushing because they used up a lot of precious things overnight and in the wrong way, even though they didn't have any specs because they couldn't be seen. Sasha smiles gleamingly.

"Hahhhah! Indeed a master! It was a fable!" "Hello! If you're a little sister!" "Hah ... I'm afraid ..."

Bergryf scratched his head like a bad guy. Ashcroft is also smiling. Certainly my head is sharp and my body does not hurt now. However, it is true that even if you move your arms a little, you feel a slight gap in your senses. When this effect has expired, I am afraid that it is based on the current movement. You may not return with your senses shifted.

It is better to refrain from overdoing it with your body's momentum just because you are in good shape. If you drink it again with undiluted solution, the effect will last, but it's not something you'll see like an elven elixir. Then Helvetica came in with Elmore.

"How are you, Sasha?" "Sister. As you can see." "Fufu, I'm glad you're fine. Let's all have lunch. The inside of the house is shabby, so I think it's in the garden. Is it okay? "

Selenium nods happily.

"Okay, the weather is fine," "Okay, let's go!" "Sasha, please don't overdo it ..."

Ashcroft rushed to support Sasha in agony as she tried to stand up. Elmore spoke to Bergriff, who had left the room.

"Berglyph, thank you very much. Thanks to everyone for minimizing the damage. Thank you as a guild master in Bordeaux." "What are you saying. I just did my best." You can tell from the fact that they fought together. That sword technique is not an ordinary skill. He showed me the terribleness of “Akaoni,” and “I was sorry for it…”

Berggriff grinned, though not yet excuses, that he could do as much as the two could do. Elmore smiles with a smile.

"How long will you stay in Bordeaux?" "Mm, yeah ... I'm done with it, so I'm thinking of helping me clear the house and going back in a few days. Ha, "Bergryf ... If you are fine, would you please come to the guild in Bordeaux? If you have the skills you have, no one will complain even of special treatment and higher rank. I think it's a good stimulus for young people. "" I'm kidding. I and myself are declining. And my country life is suitable for my sexuality. "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry. I can't help but keep my people that way, because my clerical work has drawn a line according to my gender."

Elmore laughed closely. Bergliff smiles too.

Life as an adventurer is not without skill. However, my place is not here. Bergliff thought so.

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Over the next few days, the Berglyphs and Angelin spent helping to clean up the house, playing out in town, and meeting with soldiers and adventurers. Sasha, who was unable to participate because of the injury, bitten her teeth and was disappointed, but still rushed Ashcroft to try to join. Berggriff was a little tired of being treated as a hero, but Angelin seemed to be used to it, and when she saw her passing by calmly, she was a bit itchy that she was completely overtaken by her daughter.

The days in Bordeaux were fun and totally different from the life in Tornella, but it was time for Bergriff to return. I'm a little tired and I'm worried about the fields. The good thing about being out of sight is that the children don't enter the forest on their own. It was lonely to break up with the Angelines, but the kids are independent. And of course I'm not going to leave this life.

However, Angelin was stuck and stuck when he muttered that he would return around tomorrow. Even now, when I'm preparing to go home, I stick it on my back, and bury my face in my hair and back. It is a little frustrating for the breath to tickle the skin over the hair and clothes.

"... Anger" "... What? Dad" "What are you doing?" "I'm replenishing my dad." "... Replenish and what happens then?" …""Really……"

I do not know what it is, but it is. Well, it's not just the story that Angeline is sticking with. Miriam sneaked away, bitterly laughing and giving up.

"I will also supply Belle-san." "Hey, up to Milii-chan ... getting ready ..."

Finally, the effects of the Elven's potion have ceased, and the incongruity in the body and sensation that did not fit is restored. Fortunately, the pain in the muscles and joints seemed to have healed without returning. So it's not painful to be entangled by two girls, but it's not easy because preparations don't go well. Even though they are entangled like a child, their bodies are big and they can't be managed. Anessa looks at the spectacle as if she was stunned.

"You guys ... If Belle-san returns, we'll also return to Orphen? We'll have to get ourselves ready ..." "Huh, in an enviable habit ..." "Arne isn't honest "Now!"

Annessa turned red and his mouth tingling. Angeline and Miriam are grinning. Bergliff sighed.

"That's exactly what Arne says. Have you all done your preparations?" "I don't have any luggage ..." "Better is the basics of adventurers, Mr. Bell" "Mu ..."

That may be the case. Berglyph scratched his head, saying he couldn't compete with the duties.

But we managed to get ready. Even the Bergryf doesn't originally have much luggage. I brought some clothes and other small things, but I bought various things in Bordeaux. There are many.

Bordeaux is a big city. Goods come and go from here and there. There are large bags of salt and sugar. Dispensed spices, fiery strong spirits and cooking utensils made of good quality iron. Tornella was not available, and Bergryf just picked up something expensive through peddlers. In short, there are many souvenirs. In Tornella, they bought too much because the cash wasn't worth it.

"... I can't say Angers."

Berggriff smiled bitterly, remembering Angelin who had piled up souvenirs. Parents and children are similar in strange places. The wagons and horses that Angelin bought at Orphen were received by Bergliff. The Angelines are light to Orphen and have no souvenirs. First, once you return to Orphen, you don't use carts or horses. Tornella will be more active.

The luggage was loaded on the cart and ready for departure. Berggriff scratched his cheek, saying that it should have come to deliver the letter, but it was a great deal.

I prepared early in the morning, so it's just before noon. If you leave now, you should be able to reach the next village by sunset. I don't hate field lodgings, but it's still cold at night.

"Well ... let's go"

Bergliff turned his shoulders. There is a ticking sound. Angelin, who has just finished preparations, is standing still. They seem to leave a little later. Sasha stands with Selenium's shoulders. Helvetica and Ashcroft seem to be busy, and Elmore seems to have returned to the guild. Everyone has a regrettable face.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't make arrangements ... I'll be back!" "Haha, Sasha. Please cure well." "It's exactly what Bergriff says, little sister."

Selenium stroked Sasha's shoulders and bowed down to Bergryf.

"Bergriff, you're really taken care of me. Please drop in when you come to Bordeaux. You're always welcome." "Thank you, Selenium.

Angelin embraced the Bergglyph trying to get on the cart. Press the mug and face, and breathe. Berggriff smiled and stroked Angelin.

"Korakora, I'm a spoiler forever, Angers."

Angelin looked up and glanced at Bergryph.

"I'll do my best. I'll do my best and come back in the fall." "Isn't that fast?" "Good. I want to eat rock cowberry."

He looks back and looks back at Anessa and Miriam. The two nodded.

"It was short, but it was really fun." "I'm definitely going to play again!"

Bergliff reached out with a smile and laid it flat on their heads.

"Oh, hope you come back to your home thinking you're home. I'm waiting."

In response, they dyed their cheeks as if their breasts were full.

Suddenly, there was a slight footstepping. He glanced shortly, dyed his cheeks a little, and Helvetica was running. Helvetica rushed in, resting her hand on her knee and sighing. The bangs stuck to the forehead with sweat are strangely glossy.

"Oh, I'm glad ... I got it in time ..." "He Helvetica, you're busy ..."

Helvetica suddenly breathed and smiled.

"Please come to play again. I'm waiting for you." "Thank you, I'm honored."

When I said, it smelled soft and sweet. Belglyph was amazed by the softness of his cheeks. Helvetica smiled naughty and put his index finger on his lips.

"Today is my cheek, but ... if there's a next time, then?"

Bergliff scratched his head as if shy. The collar is pulled down. He looked at Angelin's crying face.

"Dad ..." "A, Angers ..." "After all ... I like breasts ...?" "... What are you talking about?"

Somehow ruined in various ways. Angelin intimidated Helvetica, saying, "Gururu," and Helvetica grinned. The girls watching were dyeing their cheeks and grinning. Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"Well done ... I'm gonna go" "... Yeah"

Angelin has probably left the Bergliff. Bergliff slammed Angelin's head with his palms gently and jumped into the cart. Move the horse with the reins in hand.

Angeline made a loud voice.

"I'm going, Dad!" "I'm going!" "I'm going ..."

Miriam and Anessa scream in the same way. This is what is being forgotten, Bergliff smiled with a bitter smile, but said in return.

"Welcome!"

The carriage went slowly. The sky is blue, and the wind stroking the cheeks from the opposite smells of young grass.