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

There was a figure coming down the mountain surface. He was a tall man, dressed in a gray cloak and carrying a tall sword. I can't tell the human face because I'm wearing the hood on my cloak. However, the glanced-in hair is as silver as silk. In addition, it can be seen that he is a man from the outline around his chin.

The man was walking down the mountain with a slow step, looking around. The wind blew down and shook the cape. The man holds the hood and looks around.

"That shy horse ... where did you go ..."

The man seemed to be looking for someone. However, he seemed to be unable to find it for a long time, and was irritated by himself. The forest spreads down the foothills below. The place where the man stands is covered with short grass, probably because of the high altitude, and the trees are sparse. Perhaps because of that, the prospect was good, and I knew that there was a village near the foot. If you look closely, you can see the flock of sheep and the herders and dogs following it. The man seemed to think for a moment, but eventually went down to the village.

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The Greyhound has been torn and fell on the ground. A young man who shakes his sword hurries down. Another young man with a spear came forward and skewered another instance approaching from behind a fallen greyhound.

"Okay, good! Don't go too far ahead! Make sure you get one by one!"

Bergriff set up a place where he could always jump out, and was alert to the surroundings and giving instructions to the fighting young people. Standing above the forest slopes, she was fighting herds of greyhounds running up from below. There are only ten young people in the village. They fought together with Greyhound. Sometimes a few people stepped forward and lured the opponent, withdrew, and then intercepted with a spear from behind.

Bergglyph and Duncan are watching from both wings, respectively. I will jump out as soon as it is in danger, otherwise I will watch. If they get used to the battle, Tornella will be safer.

The battle for an hour or so ended in victory. Some minor injuries were sustained, but none were seriously injured. That's a good result. Bergliff hit the shoulders of the youth.

"Well done. You're good." "Hey, can I become an adventurer, Belle?" "Well. But if you leave the village, will Angus be sad?" "U ... but ..." And it's actually more tough. It's okay with me and Duncan now, but if you're an adventurer it's a real thing to live and die. Even if you don't die you may lose one leg like me. "

Bergliff kicked the ground stubbornly with prostheses. The young man fell.

"That's right ..." "Hah ... Anyway, we did well today. Let's go home for now."

Bergliff encourages young people to return home. Fighting the demon was a good experience, but it was a kind of change in the minds of young people who only knew the idyllic life of Tornella. Anyway, it is a country with little fun. Originally there were many who longed for adventurers, but when they could actually fight and defeat monsters, they also became real. Regardless of the second son and third son, there were houses where the successor son began to yearn for adventurers, and the adults in the village had complicated faces.

Bergglyph thinks that too. He is an adventurer, so he thinks it's nostalgia to stop his youth dreams, but he knows his parents' concerns. Also, it is a loss for the village if the successor comes out. Despite the unavoidable situation of the demon beasts, I felt a little disappointed that I was carrying a stick that spurred young people to yearn for the village.

"Although it cannot be the same forever ..."

Where should I stand when something is changing? I've been living for over forty years and I still don't know. There are lots of things I don't understand. Rather, they may be more oblivious than they know.

A caravan had been in the village for a while. A tent is set up in the square, and various items are arranged, and a gypsy plays music. The village was surrounded by a small festival atmosphere. I told them to keep their weapons in good condition and broke them apart. The youngsters scattered three and five. I'm going to train the young people for a while, and leave the village guard when they're ok alone, and I'll be with Duncan to investigate the cause of the demon beast outbreak. Although young people have become accustomed to fighting, there are some scaries that they have not yet watched. They are not adventurers. These are the children of the village who have been watching their growth since childhood. I don't want anyone to die.

Duncan carried the battle ax on his shoulder and said,

"No, no, all the young people in this village are strong. I'd be good adventurers if I trained." "Oh, that's complicated. Mmm ... it's difficult. Some people have their mouths out of their hometowns, so they can understand their feelings well. " "It's longer when I cultivate the fields here than when I'm an adventurer." "Hahaha, I'm so afraid I've learned so much swordsmanship!"

Duncan laughed and knocked on Bergriff's shoulder.

"Someday, I thought that practice was the best, but looking at Bell would seem to see another way! I often said that I would softly control Go!" I guess Ange's daughter was so big ... "

In fact, I feel that the intention of not defeating Angelin was great. And think. If he continued his adventure without losing his right foot, he wouldn't have refined his sword skills so far. He was losing his life at some point, not just his feet.

"I have to do it all after all." "Muh? What?" "No, I'm talking alone."

Bergliff smiled bitterly. Duncan laughs and starts walking.

"Now let's have lunch. I'm hungry!"

When I walked after Duncan, the square became noisier. Bergliff looked suspicious.

"Duncan" "Muh? How was it?" "Go back a little bit."

Duncan tilted her head, but strode toward the house. When Bergryf goes to the square, a strange man stands, and the villagers are amazed, but sneaking in the distance. The man, wearing a gray cloak and a large sword, is taller, has a long, smooth silver hair and a neat look. But most notable is its sharp ears. It aroused awe in humans.

"Oh, that's an elf?" "Silver-haired ears ... no mistake." "Why is an elf like this ...?"

The elf looked around, sneaking in trouble.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise ..."

It was a heavy voice. However, there was a sound that reassured the listener somewhere. The villagers look away, but don't know what to do. It seemed hard to come back, just whispering in trouble.

Tornella is located in the northernmost part of the Principality, behind the northern mountains is the elf. Elf territory covered with abundant forests and colder than Tornella is rarely visited by humans. Elves do not visit the Principality much, and there is no active exchange between them. It's about as little as a peddler coming and going and exchanging goods.

Elves have much more developed organs that produce magic inside the body than humans, and many of them have longevity due to their magic. Maria also stops aging by her magical power, but that is not the case with elves. They all have a beautiful appearance and love quiet life, where spirituality is more important than wealth or honor. The elves were described as a noble race among humans, and helped by the lack of interaction, humans basically feared the elves as inaccessible.

But Bergliff is not the first time she has met an elf. I remembered an elf girl who once fought with me, and went forward with nostalgia.

"Welcome to Tornella, Elf. I'm Belgriff. If you don't mind, I'll call you."

The elf smiled at the Bergriff. For an elf who had to look younger because of his longevity, his face was deeply wrinkled and the weight of the year that would have piled up was oozing.

"I can't help. It looks like they've scared everyone ..." "I've never seen an elf. Forgive me."

Berglyf guided the elves bowing politely back to their homes. Duncan looked surprised at the elves that suddenly appeared, but did not complain in particular because of his unrivaled power.

"Hahhhah! Bell always surprises me!" "Bad Duncan ... I'm sorry and terrible, but please come over there." "Thank you."

The elf leaned a large sword against the wall and sat down on a chair. Bergliff brewed tea and placed a cup in front of the elf.

"It's crude tea," "I can't help ..."

The old elf succumbed to the tea. Berggryph stroked his chest, and sat down opposite, as if it fit the elf's mouth. Duncan looked at the elf, looked at the great sword on the wall, narrowed his eyes and stroked his beard. It seemed to feel the sign of the container.

"Hmmm ... I see that sword as a medium-sized work."

The elf's eyes narrowed in Duncan's words.

"Huh ... do you know?" "I'm Duncan. I'm a wandering warrior, and I'm currently eating at the Belgryph. "Mm, I forgot. Sorry for losing thanks. I'm Graham."

Hearing the name, both Berglyph and Duncan were surprised.

"... What's the Elf" Paladin "Graham ...?"

Graham replied, laughing a little, at Bergriff's question.

"Sometimes it's called." "Oh ... you can meet the elven heroes at this place ... and this Duncan is honored." "It's an old story, Duncan, just an old man. Elf. I hope you don't change. "

Graham smiled and drank another tea.

Holy Knight "Paladin" Graham. He is a living legend called a living legend who has a noble image from a race called Elves and "" from numerous heroes starting with the killing of the Demon King. For the first time, an elven has emerged as an adventurer, and his heroic tale is often spoken when humans talk about the elf. Children even know it as a fairy tale. The two twisted their necks, saying what such a person would be to Tornella.

"So why is Graham to Tornella?" "Hm, actually, looking for a person."

Bergligh thought it would not be an ordinary person. Duncan twists his beard.

"Is that person coming here?" "I'm not sure, but when I was aiming for a place where she would go, I ended up here. I stopped by this village that I saw from the mountain. "" She ... is she looking for a woman? "

Graham nodded and rinsed the tea.

"I'm a girl who was in trouble with my old lady ... I don't understand my position." "I'm noble." "Oh."

Graham sighed.

"Elven territory is the only daughter of Oberon, king of the West Forest."

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Angelin put his chin on the crossed arms on the table and looked at the drops on the glass. The details gradually grow larger, and when they fit together, they grow larger and eventually flow. Children roar from the garden. Cool summer breeze blew through the open windows, swaying the faded curtains. The outside seems to be shining with the summer sunlight, but the inside of the building was strangely dim and strangely white.

I was in an orphanage. It is a building adjacent to a church in a corner of Orphen downtown. It is two stories high and made of wood and stone. There is a vegetable garden in the garden, and the nuns are taking care of it every day, so a lot of beautiful vegetables like those brought by Anessa were harvested.

After knowing that Anessa and Miriam were from here, Angelin was taken by them and occasionally appeared. When visiting souvenirs such as sugar confectionery, flower tea, and equipment missing from the orphanage, both the children and the sisters welcomed her. I visited here again in the morning and helped with cleaning and cleaning the fields. But unlike Anessa and Miriam, who came home from their homes, Angelin is a treat. Seeing the two interacting with the sister intimately, I feel somehow alienated, even if I do not intend to do so beyond. I don't feel like that, but I don't mind trying to break in.

Even now, she has helped her, settled down in the kitchen by herself, and is dim. You can come to help and take a rest because you come many times. Nobody blame Angelin because it's like coming to play, not a ministry, and always bringing lots of souvenirs.

Anesa came in with Kido open. It has a basket full of vegetables. All of them are glossy as if they were just harvested, and they look really good. Anessa laid her basket on the table and looked at Angelin with a suspicious face.

"What are you doing?" "I'm squishy ..." "I can see when I see it ... I'm too nervous.

Angelin sharpened his mouth.

"I can't be afraid ... Dad will be gentle."

Anessa sighed and removed the vegetables from the basket.

"Help me make lunch" "N"

Angelin stood up. Now the children come in through the back door. Orphans living here. They learn to read and write here and do housework and field work. Cooking is also a job.

"Everybody! Wash your hands first!"

A young sister often spoke to a small child trying to take out the pot with his dirty hands. It is the church's sister who leads the swaying children. The orphanage, who once raised Anessa and Miriam, is an old sister, but the younger sister in the kitchen is young. The nun, named Rosetta, was cheerful and cheerful, loved by the children, and had a good time with Angelin.

"Mr. Rosetta, what do you make today?" "Yeah, there are lots of vegetables, so let's boil it and make it into pasta! Angers, dough!

Sister Rosetta wore an apron, re-dressed an ultramarine monk, and tied a habit of bright brown hair. He rolls his arms, sharply shakes his kitchen knife while giving quick instructions, and lights the furnace.

Angelin kneaded the pasta and looked at Rosetta's back. The waist is firm enough to be noticeable even on loose monk clothing. Easy delivery type. I thought that my motherhood was in my chest, but apparently there was something in the buttocks, and Angelin nodded alone. Anessa also has a solid waist, but it is rather tight and not a feeling of motherhood. In terms of size, Rosetta is better. Is maternity not softness but softness? Angelin thought.

Angelin wondered if Rosetta was a mother. It seems Rosetta is still 29. She feels a little too young, but she's very bright and energetic when dealing with her children. She has freckles on her cheeks and she is not beautiful, but she has a charming face and she looks more like her older sister than her mother, but that's not bad. I'm busy doing everything, so if I get married, I'll be supporting the Berglyph in the shadows and sunshine.

As Rosetta was distracted, the dough was completely kneaded. Rosetta smiles laughably.

"Ange, isn't it a bit too knead? You're upset." "Isn't Rosetta thinking about marriage?"

Angelin said that Rosetta pitted his eyes.

"Eh ... what a sudden" "I thought I'd be a good bride ..." "Oh, no, this child! Don't kidding adults!"

Rosetta dyed her cheeks and poked Angelin. Angeline frowned.

"I'm not kidding ... hey, don't you see my dad?" "Well, what are you talking about !?" "Dad is one year older, but ... is he a very nice person?" "It's too much for a joke!" "I'm serious ... I think Rosetta is a mother ..." "It's not that kind of problem ..." "No good ...?" I'm cute, hardworking, and I'm sure she'll be a good bride ... "" U, oh ... u ... "

Angelin stared at her with a serious expression, Rosetta was troubled or shy, and her mouth was muffled and lowered. The kids are crazy and pecking at Rosetta. At this point, Anessa pierced Angelin's head.

"What are you saying stupid things, you are not?" "It's not stupid ... I'm serious." "It's probably Belle who decides. You can't run away alone." "I need a chance to meet each other." That's it! "

Rosetta obfuscated the answer and headed for the sink. At that time, Miriam holding a shopping bag came into the kitchen.

"Wait-awaiting ... Rosetta, why is it red?" "Nothing!"

Rosetta shouted out to deceive something.