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

――Why did you decide to become an adventurer?

The red-haired boy did not have a clear answer to the question. I didn't have anyone I longed for, and I didn't dream of a catch. However, when my parents died and were alone, I thought I was the only one.

"I had nothing else to do."

The elven girl stared at the red-haired boy laughing annoyingly with clear emerald eyes. The lips were smiling slightly.

"Well ... yes, I am the same. I couldn't think of anything else." "But it's strange. You're an elf. I thought adventurers were the farthest job."

The elf girl giggled.

"I'm not the first time. You know you, elf hero?" "Well, well, but I've never seen any other elf. I think it's rare." "I wanted to see the outside world." I want to go to various places and meet various people. I'm far away. "" I think Elf territory is a distant country. I want to go there. "" Yes? "

That's when the elf girl licked mulled wine. The red-haired boy smiled and stuck his cheek.

"I don't know. I just don't know. I think it'll be fun." "Hmm ... maybe. I don't know. It's exciting. There are things that humans don't know. It's natural that they don't wear it. "" Well then, can we teach each other? "

Suddenly a cold wind blew in from behind, and the surroundings became noisy. Looking back at the red-haired boy, S-rank adventurers were coming in. Surrounded by young adventurers who want to talk, a large man wearing an army hat and an Inverness is laughing brilliantly. A tall man with a mustache standing beside him, his eyes looked down as if he was stunned. The elf girl sighed, scooping up her silver hair.

"Well," I want to kill you. "... I'm good S rank. I always want to be pretty. Then I can go farther. Don't be disturbed by anyone." "Haha, you can come." "You? "I don't know ... I'm not a big arm."

The elven girl squeezed her left and right hands with her hands on the cheeks of a deceiving laughing boy.

"It's a bad habit to humbly ridicule that way? Is that why I hate your smile," "Mum ... I'm sorry" "Fum. … "

The red-haired boy scratched his head in trouble. The elven girl laughed naughty and put his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Let's do our best tomorrow." "Oh ... but they're late."

The boy looked around with a little fuss. Though I didn't mind a while ago, when I thought about my friends who hadn't come yet, suddenly I was shy of being alone with a girl.

"What's wrong?

The elf girl looked into the red-haired boy's face. The elf's white skin is tinted pale pink as if it were a little hot with mulled wine. The strangely sweet sigh tickled the nasal passages and the boy was more confused. I felt like my earlobe became hot. The girl's emerald eyes glowed mischievously.

"Hey, you're cute" "... Please don't make fun of me"

The red-haired boy muffled his mouth and turned his head.

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Before dawn, Bergliff was walking around the village with Duncan and Graham. Today the morning haze was particularly thick and the sky was white and bright, but it was a bit difficult to see.

"It's hard to walk today." "Oh ... it might have been clouded. Well, let's go slowly."

I felt moist in the morning mist. The bangs seem to stick to the forehead with weight. As the sun began to rise, light struck through the haze and struck. The mist seems to be clearing rapidly, and the surrounding landscape, which has faded, increases in vivid colors as it revives. The grass of the plain wet with night dew reflected the morning sun.

Graham screamed.

"It's a beautiful sight ... it's rarely seen in elf territory." "Hum? I heard that elf territory is rich in nature. Is it different?"

Graham grinned at Duncan's question.

"Elf territories are mostly forests. It's unlikely you'll see the morning sun shining on such a smooth plain." "As much as ..." "I like the forest, but I look around. "There are many other attractive landscapes besides forests." "I understand a certain thing. It's the real pleasure of traveling."

Berggriff was quietly listening to the two travelers. Indeed, my last trip to Bordeaux was short but fun. Getting out of the familiar scenery always has an irresistible charm. I can't leave Tornella right now, but if this settles, I'll think again. If so, where should we go next?

Eventually, the morning haze was swept away, and the sun rose behind the thin clouds drifting on the distant mountain ridgeline. The zenith is full of blue skies, and the transparent moon only keeps a trace of the night. The three returned to the village.

A few days have passed since Graham visited Tornella. Berglyph's house, now completely male, had a different atmosphere than when Angelin was returning. They wandered around in the morning and evening every day, taking a walk, and then training according to the Bergryph's habits. Graham's swordsmanship was by no means flashy, but he was harsh, taking advantage of minimal body movement and the response to explosive swords. He was close to what he was aiming for, Bergliff stood with him in the morning and evening and struggled to manage his sword.

The villagers faced the old elf, but with the intercession of Bergliff and Duncan, they were interacting, albeit fearfully, little by little. Although Graham was quiet and quiet, he did not take any overpressure, nor did he respond to rumored or elusive esoteric philosophies, so villagers seemed to be accepting Graham gradually. was.

The elf princess has not yet appeared. Graham says that elves spend most of their time in the forest, so there are a certain number of people who lose their direction once they leave the forest. That is also the case with the elf princess.

Sheep shearing is not over yet, and Kelly's house is in turmoil every day. Berggriff was asked to take care of her baby today, and she was playing with her baby. The youth seemed to be getting better little by little, and sheep seemed to be less violent. Duncan and Graham are going to destroy the beast. For now, the monsters have not yet come out of the forest, but it is likely that they will overflow if the number increases. We need to reduce the number little by little.

Kelly came over, wiping his sweat, and sat down next to him.

"Well, this year is especially busy." "Yes. Well, it's the patience of the young guys getting used to the job." "No, no. Well, Bell, I wonder if Graham liked this. "I think so, at least you shouldn't have any bad feelings." "Okay ... I'm glad that the elf likes it, dude." "Well, you're still afraid. "I don't know what to talk about ... I don't know what to talk about. I'm a sword riddle unlike you." I don't always think of lofty things because they eat and sleep at night. "" ... So I'll invite you to drink together. Bring me in. " Alright, he sure Gnats "

Tornella is located in the far north of the Principality. Beyond the mountains is the Elven territory, but the mountains in the north are high and steep, with few trying to climb over them. Trade with elf territories is conducted exclusively on eastern highways. So Tornella was closest to the Elven territory and at the same time far away. The children in the village grow up while being told about the elf and the life over the mountain in a story before going to bed. If you suddenly appear that you should be near, but you will never meet, there is no better way to be happy, but not know how to treat.

The sun rises high and lunch time is approaching. The Duncans who have gone out to the forest should be returning soon, but there is no sign that they are taking any trouble today. I'm not worried because Graham is with me, but I'm worried if it's too late.

A young farmer rushed to the place where she was helping to arrange lunch plates while watching the child, returning the baby who had begun to cry and began to cry.

"Bell, bell!"

Bergliff frowned and looked at the shepherd.

"What happened? Did the monster come out?"

Behind the crowd, Bergliff ran along with a farmer. Cross the path and get out of the village. A woman stood alone in a place where the golden field of harvested autumn wheat and the swaying spring wheat field were lush.

Indeed, an elf. The sullenly narrowed eyes are rust-green, and the smooth, shiny silver hair is tied to the back of the head indiscriminately. He has a bleached chest and a fur cardigan. He wears shorts belts, swords and lace-up boots, a rare appearance for elves who do not like clothes that expose their skin.

The elf girl was obviously sullen. He glanced at the Belgriff as he approached him, snorting his nose and staring with a sharp glance.

"I ran away looking at the face of a person. Isn't human a very rude creature?"

Bergliff sighed and bowed.

"I'm sorry, everyone isn't used to the elf. Please excuse me." "So what are you? Is it your face here?" "I'm Bergriff, just a farmer."

The elf girl laughed laughably.

"Where in the world is there a farmer with a hanging sword? Don't be stupid, uncle."

Bergliff smiled with his hand on his waist sword.

"When we need self-defense, we sometimes turn the plow into a sword."

The girl's eyes glistened.

"Self-defense. Do you want to do it with me?"

Berglyph hurriedly put his sword on the ground with a sword to show that he was hostile. The elven girl, with her hand on the handle of the sword, slept unsteadily.

"That's not boring ..."

Berglyph opened his mouth, grinning at the nasty girl.

"Are you a king of Oberon, the king of the forest in the Elven West?"

Suddenly, the girl approached Bergriff and grabbed her chest, as quickly as a gale. Sharp eyes shine through the Bergryph. A surprisingly intimidating feeling. As expected, the Bergliff grew slightly under pressure. However, she resolutely looks back at the girl and opens her mouth.

"Is that right?" "Hey, where did you hear it?"

When the girl rushed and was terrified, it sounded stupid. The girl opened her eyes astonishingly and hurriedly moved away from the Belgryph and held her belly down.

"This, it doesn't sound!"

The girl patted her belly, but her belly cried again.

"... I'm hungry?" "No, no! I guess I've run out of Lenbus and haven't eaten since yesterday. That's why I didn't eat separately."

The girl turned red and urged her to repair it. Bergliff smiled.

"... I'm just preparing for lunch. I'd like to be honored to be with the elf princess if you'd like me." "Gu ..."

Perhaps she felt anxious, the elven princess bent her mouth regretfully, but apparently couldn't beat her hunger, and was gently urged by Bergliff to enter the village.

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With the situation in mind, Bergliff guided the elf princess home. If you take him to Kelly's house, the villagers will be terrified and quiet, creating a funeral atmosphere. The princess is even more sullen. In such a case, if the villagers are scared and quiet, they may get angry.

The inside of the house, which has been turned into a man's household, is a bit scattered, so I faced the table in the garden. The lunch that Bergryf ran alone to Kelly's house was steaming well on the table. It is a lightly baked bread with butter and stewed meat and vegetables.

The elf princess was eating slowly at first, but watched out, but gradually gained momentum and became engrossed. It seems that he was hungry. After the meal, the expression of the elf princess was a little softer. It seems that he was hungry and hungry.

Bergriff looked at the elven princess, closing his eyes. According to Graham, she is defeating the Demon King here and there. The feeling of intimidation when I was grabbed the chest just before was certainly amazing. However, I think she was able to travel well, as she lost her food halfway and became hungry. Whether it's bold or gunless, the way she talks so well doesn't fit with the noble image of an elf princess.

"Did it fit your mouth?"

In response to Berggriff's question, the elven princess, who was sleeping a little, opened her eyes as if she was surprised.

"Well ... OK, OK ..."

Berggriff smiled as she saw the princess scratching her cheeks evil.

"If you don't mind, can you ask for your name?" "Before. Why do you know me, old man?" "I asked Graham. In the village "

The elf princess rose in surprise.

"Oh my big uncle !? It's not a joke!"

The princess hurriedly turned her kimono and turned her heels to escape. At that time, there was a low passing voice.

"Marguerite" "Uh"

The elf princess is hardened. Then he faces the direction of the terrifying voice. Graham stood with a sad expression. Duncan looks suspicious behind. Graham beckoned silently. The elf's princess trembles, approaching Graham with a timid step, like the momentum just described. Graham's glance, which shoots straight, seems to be unable to see his face.

"Oh, my uncle ... why are you here?" "I know you're following their magic."

Graham sighed with his arms crossed.

"I'm indirectly bad, but ... what are you going to do? Oberon is also worried. Don't imitate yourself too much."

Elf princess-Marguerite looked up with a muff and looked straight at Graham, this time.

"Is my father worried about me? I can't." "It's not a rarity. There's no parent who doesn't worry about her." "I'm. Dad. I don't see me. "The king has to be that way. Understand the feelings of Oberon." "Do you care about my feelings? Should I be patient and keep in the box?" "

Marguerite vomited and dumped.

"I'm not kidding, my big uncle. I'll definitely let you know. I've already defeated three of them. …… Marguerite, no matter how much you kill them, you're only tracing the surface, fame with just your mouth is meaningless. ”“ I didn't know. I don't want to end my life in such a tiny forest. I want to see more distant views. "

Marguerite then turned his heel around.

"If I defeat this one ... I'll have to admit that I'm a big uncle."

At the same time, Marguerite kicked the ground and ran like a gale. Graham looked down and closed his eyes.

"... I guess I was talking about a trip if I was asked ..."

Bergliff approached with caution and opened his mouth.

"Graham ... Is it okay?" "... I showed you an unsightly place. I'm sorry." "No ... Is she a relative of Graham?" What ... "

Bergliff was surprised. The blood flowing to this hero was the bloodline of the Elven royal family. However, elves are inherently quiet and spiritually oriented races. Adventurers who use gold and honor as their principles are the most incompatible occupations. How did Graham get the treatment in the Elven territory? And what kind of feelings do he face with Marguerite, who took his sword longing for him and jumped out of the Elven territory now? Bergliff thought his occasional dark shadow might have been the result of such anguish.

Graham sighed.

"Anyway, I have a responsibility. I have to follow that."

Duncan has taken a step further in Graham's words.

"If there is any!"

But Graham shook his head.

"This is my job. And ... I can't resist showing my family troubles."

Graham said and walked away. Berglyph told Duncan, seeing it off.

"I'm sorry late, what's wrong?" "After returning the young people, I headed deeper into Graham and the forest, but the space seemed to be twisting with strange magic. Hey, Graham came back because it took time to reach the innermost position. ''

In other words, the forest is half dungeoned. Things seem to be getting worse. But now Marguerite has gone into the woods, and Graham follows. Marguerite has already defeated three demon kings. Not to mention Graham's skills. This is likely to be the end of the game, even before they leave, Bergliff stroked his beard.

"It may be bad to say such things ... but at this time, Graham and Marguerite might have come to the heavenly delivery ..." "Some thought of the same thing. If there are people, there will be no one devil king, but that elven sword princess is quite skillful. I definitely want to see you once! "

Seeing the same Duncan, Bergliff smiled bitterly. I thought he was enviable because he could keep his pace at such times.