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

The woods of the forest twisted unnaturally, forming a labyrinth. The wind that blows is warm and not pleasant to touch the skin. At the end of the wind, there was a small square surrounded by trees. Trees extend the branches and cover the square in a dome shape. I can't see the sky because of the leaves. It seems that even the sunbeams have not arrived.

The square was gently mortar-shaped, with small objects crouching in the center. He was like a small child. It looks like I'm not even ten years old yet. He had black hair. It hangs down from your shoulders and back, and stretches out on the ground. He was like a boy and a girl. He swam in his eyes, rather than looking anywhere with empty eyes, and shook slightly to the left and right to balance his body.

“…… n …… n…”

The child was muttering something. But what leaked out of the mouth was just a sound. It was like forgetting words.

Eventually, the child stood up in a terrifying manner, and wandered around the square with an unreliable step. The wind shook the branches of the trees and scattered the leaves. It falls on the child's shoulder and gets caught in the hair. The child picked it up and held it in his mouth. Even so, I ate when I was muffled. Then he picks up a branch of a tree that has fallen nearby, and eats it bitterly.

"Hmm……"

After eating a tree branch, I put my hair on my face in my mouth. However, it did not seem to be bitten by all means, and for a while he was muffled, but exhaled as if he gave up.

The child was walking around the square for a while, but eventually came back in the middle, and when he thought he sat down, he lay down.

"Hmm……"

The child sucked his thumb and closed his eyes. The wind blew and squeaked the branches.

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"... Is the Demon King alone?" "Yes, but I don't know how long it will last. They are a different kind of monster than a mere monster."

Graham said so and sip a tea.

According to him, the daughter of the Elf King in the West Forest is defeating the devils around. I was surprised to see that the demon kings and others were breathing here and there, but I was also surprised at the elven princess who smashed it alone. Duncan gasped with exclamation.

"I heard that there was a terrible Onito ...! I heard that the defeat of the Demon King at Orphen was performed by all former S-rank adventurers and active high-rank adventurers." That's why Duncan, so you can't deal with them unless you're familiar with how to handle magic. " It's gender. We call it "ki" in the old elf's words. Have you ever questioned that a non-witch could cast magic on a weapon? "

Indeed, that is the case. Be aware of the flow of magic power in response to the sword. However, like a wizard, neither the Berglyph nor Duncan have the power to manifest it as a magic outside the body. At best, it deals with magical engraving tools that activate in response to magic power.

"Simple strength alone will not determine the sword's arm. If you become a sword-caster, you will be able to swing your weapon in response to magical weapons with little or no arm strength. Elves She is far more knowledgeable at dealing with magic than humans. She was particularly talented. She ran out of the forest as an enemy ... " If you can let magic power through, it is not difficult to defeat the Demon King? "" It depends. And they're invulnerable, but if you can reduce your strength, it's not worth it. "

Duncan said with a difficult face.

"Some are insensitive, but ... that Graham came here following the sign of the elven princess, and the occurrence of the demon beast in Tornella is ..."

Graham closed his eyes.

"I can't fix it, but I think it's likely. So I came here."

Bergliff scratched his head.

"No, I'm not sure, Belgriff. The monsters are only in the lower ranks?" "Yes ... but it's more likely ..." "Um. I think the quality of magic is close to that. I don't know, but ... I need to investigate. "

Bergliff nodded. Sooner or later, the cause of the demon beast must be determined.

They took them out of the village. Let's see the forest. In the fields outside the village, spring wheat has completely stretched its leaves and is swaying with the sound of rustling leaves. The leaves of the beans grew lush, and a small bird, looking into an insect, looked into her face.

As he walked by the woods, Graham narrowed his eyes as he listened.

"How are you, Graham?" "... I feel strange magic, but ..."

Graham frowned and leaned.

"It's strange. If those magics are affecting the surroundings, the forest itself will change greatly."

The forest itself did not look like a major transformation as the Bergglyphs entered. Graham looked up at the forest and Tornella from the skin of the mountain, but did not feel that the forest was abnormal.

The three steps into the forest. The sunlight was blocked by the leaves that had grown so tight that there was a mysteriously cool air. A sheep sings in the distance. Looking back and looking at the meadows from the grove, the wind blew through the plains, shining in white light every time the short grass swayed, waving like waves. Graham muttered.

"The effect seems to remain in the woods ... there will be few monsters that come out to the outer plains." "Yes ... then the forest might be in a dungeon?" Although it does not go to dungeons, the magical power remains in the forest and the monsters are also drawn to it, but if that effect, the trees will be twisted strangely and the life force will be distorted ... " Isn't it the effect of other higher-ranking beasts? "" Um ... but it's true that the quality of magic is similar to them. There's more to know about them. "

Suddenly, he became hostile from behind the forest. All three work on weapons at once. Several greyhounds jumped out as they sewed through the trees. Duncan broke his head in a single blow, and Bergliff dropped his head with just a little movement. Soon after thinking that Graham had pulled his sword, he turned the two into two.

It was just a moment. Greyhound's carcass rolled around the three men with weapons. Hand on chin as Graham was impressed.

"I'm impressed, you two are amazing users." "What are you talking about? It's just a little child in front of you." "The swordsmanship of" Paladin ". I've heard that you've got what you call a holy sword, but Graham, I'm not disciplined but could you show me a little? "

Graham looked a little lost, but immediately pulled out his sword. It was a rustic sword without much frills. But the blades were sharp, unbroken, and with a terrifying sword as if groaning, neither the Berglyph nor Duncan breathed involuntarily.

"This sword is alive."

Graham said, Bun, and shook his sword. It is light so as not to feel any weight though it should be a big sword. The roar of the sword slashed through the air, seeming to shimmer like a haze.

"At the end of the east, there is a mysterious tree called a steel tree. It sucks metal from the ground and hangs it as a fruit on a branch. The fruit of this steel is terribly high-quality and difficult to process. "It's a living mineral ... I'm surprised." "I see ... I'm sorry. It's just like a normal sword."

Bergliff and Duncan stare into the sword. His blade shimmered intimidatingly, and was touched by anyone other than Graham.

They rounded their search, left the forest and returned to the village. Now that Graham is there, it seems that the cause can be ascertained if they go deep into the forest.

However, Graham has the purpose of finding the Elven Princess. She says she has excellent ability to sense magic. Graham offered to stay for a while, as he must be aware of the magic of this forest. Until then, I want to keep Tornella as it is. Berglyph and Duncan both gladly accepted it, as it is safe to have such an influential person. It was undeniable that there was some boyish desire to see the hero's sword up close, but that was trivial.

"I'm sorry, but I have to do something to ambush, that's a shy horse." "Hahaha! If you have the time to spare, you can learn a lot from you. Graham, thank you for your coordination later! " No, but one is a happy person, such as "Paladin" and "Akaoni" who exchange swords! "

Seeing Laughing Duncan, Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"Duncan, I'm having trouble lining up Graham with me in the same row. Do you really know what you're doing? I'm not a swordsman to be told." It's still not as good as it seems at the moment, but your sword is still evolving, and you've only been boldly obstructed on the way. Is it? "" Mm ... "

It wasn't that big, but Bergliff scratched his cheek. Then I remembered and looked at Graham.

"Graham," "What is it?" "I ask you what you can't do. Do you know the elf of a woman named Sati?"

Graham frowned as he thought.

"Sati ... No, I'm sorry. I don't remember." "I see ... No, I'm sorry. I used to know at Orphen. She was an elf but an adventurer. But I've had a party, "Hmm ... Is she in the elf?" "I don't even know that. I'm in a state of being alive ..."

Graham bowed his arms with his arms crossed.

"How old was it?" "About 25 or 6 years ago." "... I left the principality thirty years ago. After that, what happened in the principality was I do not understand"

Graham said sorry. Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"Is it so ... No, I'm sorry," "I'm sorry I couldn't help," "It's ridiculous ... Duncan. It's an odd time but let's get ready for lunch." "... I can't help it."

Graham closed his eyes gently as thoughtfully.

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In the wooden building, unfamiliar tools were piled up clutteredly. Several flasks, glass tubes connecting them, half-timbered machines, giant spheres made of iron, and a magic book with a leather cover. Whether it was troublesome to sort out or the landlord remembers the place, it was all right, and the house was chaotic.

There is a small village a little away from the town of Orphen. It is a village where people make a living by growing vegetables and livestock and selling them at Orphen.

The frequent use of wizards in such villages is due to the "gray" Maria's presence. After hating the incurable illness of the blood of the dragon, Maria hated crowds and the hustle and bustle. However, the rich logistics of Orphen is useful for magic research. So it is troublesome to retreat to the countryside too much.

For this reason, Maria set up hermitage in this small village and was immersed in day and night research. The eastern and western wizards who heard the rumor came in and out with magic books and magic tools, and a large building made of chalk was built beside the hermitage, giving the appearance of a small school.

When the angels visited, Maria was sitting in a chair and blurring. A mysterious smell, like a medicinal herb like perfume, fills the room.

"Maria Grandma"

When Angelin called, Maria turned her eyes and turned her face.

"Oh, Angers ..." "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Miriam frowned and opened windows all over the place. A gentle breeze blows dust. Seeing that, Miriam turned to Maria as if she was stunned.

"I'm getting worse because I'm locked up in such a dirty house, it's ridiculous Babaa!" "I'm sorry to be a foolish disciple! What a bad thing to say! If you go out more and don't take the sun, you'll get dried up! "

With that said, Miriam begins to clean up from a close distance. Maria stood up in a hurry.

"Don't do it! You won't know where you went when you move it!" "Noisy! I've cleaned it before, but it's so cluttered! Books are on bookshelves! Empty containers are on shelves! I can't do that much!" "Oh! This idiot, don't touch it! I thought I'd read it later! I'm going to use the container immediately too! I don't know what I'm thinking and arranging it! "Ahhhh, it's noisy Babaa. The thing you use right away is so dusty! Angers! Arne! Take it outside because it's in the way!"

Angelin and Annessa smiled and took Maria out. Maria was shouting at something, but Miriam completely ignored her and started cleaning as soon as she knew it.

Outside is good weather. The smell of green grass drifts on the wind. I was sometimes experimenting with the next big building, and occasionally a strange smell was mixed. As she stared at the brilliant summer sunshine, she muttered as she breathed.

"That fucking cat, he's a depressing guy ... I'm strangely squatting with my partner ..."

Anessa grinned.

"Hey, don't you clean that much at home? Take off your clothes." "... Mili loves Maria-Grandmother. Grandma also loves Mili." "Noisy. Geho -... so what is it for?" Did you just come? "" No. This "

Angelin took something out of the bag. It is a translucent amber-colored chunk, hard and lumpy like a stone. Mary took it and looked seriously.

"Well, did you get the request?" "Yeah. The sap of the Oma tree. The purity is outstanding because I saw Milly ..." "Geho ... Well, well done. What?

Maria sat down on the bench and sighed. Anessa turns back and massages her shoulders.

Angelin sat on the ground and looked at Mary. Despite the high season, she wears her cloak many times, and even rolls it up to the muffler. The sickness seems to keep him warm, and Angeline and Anessa are wiping their forehead, but Maria is not sweating.

His face is still as young as his twenties, but the appearance of rolling his back and rubbing his shoulders with Anessa is the old man himself. Angelin thinks that youth is not a matter of appearance. But after all, I think Maria is an attractive woman. Although my mouth is bad.

"Why Maria Grandma is so single?" "Ah? What's sudden ... Geho?" "Because she's a beautiful woman, she doesn't get old ... isn't she a mote?" "It's natural. "But I didn't get married." "Well, do you think there's a man who will balance me?" "... My dad ...?" "Ah?" "Ange, you ..."

Anessa muttered as if she was stunned. Maria frowns without knowing anything. There came Miriam, who seemed to have completed his cleaning.

"No, I'm sorry, Baba doesn't match up with Belle-san. It's quite meaningful to be late to this age. Angers. Bad meaning. Huff-huh." It's a cat, isn't it just one of the stories that came up?

Maria sneered at Miriam looking arrogantly.

"Huh, don't you hang your big breasts in vain and catch one of the men? Do your thing well before talking about people. I! "

Miriam turned red and turned angry. Anessa grinned.

"I can't beat the success of the year, Milly." "I'm sorry .... I'll catch a really good man when this happens! Look at me, aunt!" "Huh, let's do it. , Geho ... "" Chick! "

Miriam regretted stepping on Jita. Maria is laughing at her face. Good friends. Angelin thought that if she became a mother, Miriam would follow along with the set. However, there is a sense of incongruity in calling Mary a mother. Probably because she is used to calling her grandmother.

And what kind of women do you think Bergryf likes in the first place? Younger or older? Active type or quiet type? Speaking of which, I have never said that. Usually, such a story isn't my father's daughter, so it's natural.

"... What's your favorite type of dad?"

Angelin muttered sluggishly. Maria squints suspiciously.

"What have you been saying a while ago, are you looking for your father's wife?" "Yes ... Grandma is one of the candidates. An older sister's wife is also wonderful ..." Gogh! Geghog! Goghah! Gogh! Gogh! "

Maria was devastated. Anessa hurriedly rubs her back. Miriam was sharp.

"If it's not good, it's just a nursing care for the elderly!" "But it's Milii, but if it's the air of Tornella, it's good for Maria Grandma ..." "Wow!"

Miriam waved his hands and cut off Angelin's words. Maria, seemingly calm down with her back rubbed, looked up and stared at Angelin. I'm so sorry that I'm in tears.

"Well, I'm going to tell you something out of the blue ... Anger! Don't be playful!" "Grandmother, no matter how old she is, women have the right to grab the happiness of a woman ...?" Damn, where do you remember the Masegaki ……, stop calling me grandma! ”“… Is it okay to see it as a pulse? ”“ No! "Maria, don't shout out ... Anger, don't be afraid to do it too much. You're not kidding too many people." "Mu, I'm serious ..."

Maria, Yuri, and Rosetta aren't very responsive. Angelin thought it was difficult to find a bride.