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

It was soggy. It is the usual bar. Since it is summer, the doors and windows are open, and the dusk wind blows through it from side to side. Lights shine on the lamps that fall from the ceiling, and also under the eaves behind the open doors. It plugged into the store and made a shadow.

Angelin sat dimly in the shop where the shadows of the drunks shook. It's a counter seat. Today is not the same with Miriam Annessa. Beyond the counter, the master cooks silently and pours sake into a glass.

No matchmaking partner has been found so far. The reaction wasn't good either for Yuri, Rosetta, or Maria, and after a few calls, she was disturbed. Angeline was a little bit sick, even though no man was as good as his dad. Everyone thought I couldn't see a man.

"Hmm"

Cold storage The master of the tavern put sauteed duck and chilled wine in front. Angelin contains a sip of wine. Recently, it seems to be a new tone, and it is cold and good.

Speaking of which, the master of this bar seems to be single. I don't know because I don't speak much, but I'm probably of the same age as Bergliff. It doesn't seem to have any children at the store, and there is no sign of a wife. Isn't it lonely for a middle-aged man to be single? Angelin talked to the master who dropped butter in a frying pan.

"Hey you"

The master silently looked at Angelin.

"Is the master married?" "... No."

The master turned to the frying pan as it was not ordered. Angelin goes on.

"Don't you think about marriage?"

The master drops the eggs into the melted butter and stirs quickly. A pinch of salt and spices dropped in there, and a fragrant smell rose.

"Are you lonely?" "I don't have that much time."

Shake the frying pan and the soft-boiled eggs, put them on a plate and poured the sauce from a small pan.

"Fourth table" "Aiyo"

A young man clerk picked up the plate and carried it. The master quickly washed the frying pan, then dropped the olive oil and began to fry the bacon and eggplant. Angelin thought about it and drank wine.

"My dad, maybe the same as the Master. But I'm single ..." "Is my wife dead?" "No. I'm a picked up child.

There was a voice from behind who ordered with a voice. The master turned and nodded a little, picked up the cup, poured something out of the bottle on the shelf, and handed it to the clerk.

"No.4" "I tried to find my father's bride and asked a lot of people, but they weren't willing to do it.

The master kept silent and poured alcohol on the frying pan. The steam has already risen. Add the crushed tomatoes and spices and bring to a boil.

"... I don't really understand. I guess you can't say anything to someone who doesn't even know your face." "... So, like a caricature?"

The stewed tomato stew was served on a plate and handed to the clerk with thinly baked bread.

"No.3" "Hey" "Portrait ... Yeah, maybe it's good. Hey Master. Do you know where to draw a good painter ...?" "I don't know, but are you talking so much? "Yeah, more choices are better ..."

The master didn't head for Angelin, took the cheese and salami from the shelves, cut them out and put them on a plate. Sprinkle the olive oil there and place it next to Angelin. Then he put the intestines in the hot water, washing the dishes that came down, and said.

"I'm not impressed too much." "... Why?" "While choosing a father may be better, are you thinking about the feelings of a woman who is refused?"

Angelin frowned. It may be true. It's good to decide on a match and go far to Tornella, but it's refused by Bergryf. How sad is that? He said that he was a matchmaker with a light feeling, but it was a decision that would affect the life of each person. It doesn't mean that the three people who call out have an advantage. That's why it seemed terrible to be alone. I felt like it would break our relationship.

Angeline felt gloomy, perhaps a bit irresponsible.

"... I guess so." "Well, it's not something I mean ..."

The master wiped the washed dishes and put them on the shelf, lifted the intestines, put them on the dishes, and put the pickled peppers on the counter seat over there. Then drop the butter in the pan again. Angelin drank a glass of wine, grabbed coins from his wallet and placed them on the counter.

"Master, please give me a bottle."

The master silently left the wine bottle. After drinking three drinks in rapid succession, Angelin suddenly exhaled and supported her red cheeks with her hands.

"But I want my mother ... What should I do?"

I guess it would be nice to go to Tornella without having to bother to get married. If you meet in person, you will surely be able to understand the charm of Bergglyph. That's what it was. Angelin giggled. The master looks suspicious.

"What?" "Huh ... Master, thank you. Master talks like this. I didn't know ..."

As he said, Angelin also picked up coins from his wallet and placed them on the counter. The master frowned and lowered the empty sauteed duck dish.

"... What's your order?" "Pickled olives and intestines. And fresh tomatoes."

After all, I continued drinking gently until about midnight, and the wind was cool when I left the shop. There were some vacant bars on the table, but many homes seemed to be dimmed and going to sleep.

The wind coming from the opposite side is pleasant to the cheeks lit with sake. Angelin squinted and walked home slowly. The moonlight shines on the cobblestone road. One cat crossed, and another ran as if to chase.

There are few people. They just pass by occasional drunkards and a squad of soldiers on watch. They stop as little as Angelin is walking around at night, but leave as Angelin is convinced to show the S-rank adventurer's plate.

"When I return in the fall ... hmm, Yuri is the receptionist and Rosetta seems to be busy in the orphanage ... I guess she's about Maria Granny ..."

Angeline was going to return home in the fall. He wanted to eat freshly picked rock cowberry, and he already wants to meet Bergriff and has no specifications. However, I didn't want to go back too early and be amazed by the Belgryphs, so I managed to endure during the summer. There is contention to endure that the schedule ahead is a pleasure.

I walked straight to get home, but I decided to take a short walk because the moon was beautiful and the night breeze was cool and comfortable. Life in Orphene is more rapid and rhythmic than in Tornella, but when you take a walk like this you feel relaxed. The sickness is also fluffy and good.

Street lights are lined up along the road. The flame inside shines red light and illuminates the road. As I stepped on the ground, a figure entered the front alley. Angeline gently followed her with a suspicious face.

It was a boy and a girl. Both have gray hair. The boy is about 15 years old. The girl is around ten years old. Byak to Charlotte. They were two opponents in Bordeaux.

Angelin turned off the sign, approached silently from behind and shouted, "Hey." He grabbed the head of Bakku who turned around and pressed it against the wall.

“Don't move.

Charlotte, screaming, hurriedly held his mouth with both hands. Angelin glared at Jak.

"Why are you in a place like this ...?"

Angelin silently laid her knees on the stomach of Bjalak. Jaak moans in pain.

"What you did in Bordeaux, I don't forgive ..." "Geho ... what would you do? Kill me?" "... Is that because of the world?"

With that said, Angelin did his hand on the handle of the sword. A soft object clung to his hand. Looking at it, Charlotte was hugging his arm in desperate form.

"Thank you! Don't kill the juniper!" "... Release. Don't forgive me because I'm a child ...?" "Please! Apologize! I'll do anything if I forgive you! So only life Please help! ""

Angelin frowned at Charlotte, spilling tears, and shook her violently. Charlotte struck his ass. Coins were spilled from the bag and scattered. Angelin snorted.

"You're rich. Do you make money and run away at night ...?" "... I carry it around to return."

Angelin stared at Bjaku, who muttered.

"... what is it?" "Well, I made money in the winch, but I stopped it after losing to Temee in Bordeaux. I returned money to the house where I sold the bills." … Do you think you believe it? ”“ I don't think, but I just said it to honor him. ”

Angelin saw Charlotte clinging to her feet. If you look closely, the clothes are very dirty and the hem is frayed. The appearance is shabby even if it is junky. Angelin suddenly became ridiculous and released his hand from Bjalak.

"I don't forgive me, but ... I'm feeling sick to kill a non-resistor." "Thank you!

Charlotte cried with his feet on his feet. Byak held his throat down and frowned at Angelin.

"What a stupid power for thin habits ..." "Noisy ..."

Angelin put Charlotte up and pressed her handkerchief.

"How long have you been crying ... I guess I'm not good" "Why ... we're sorry ..."

Charlotte wiped his tears with a handkerchief. Angelin sighed and stared at Bjalak.

"I have a lot of things you want to ask ... it was like you knew me."

Byak frowned.

Now "... I can't answer" "What? What?"

Angelin suddenly felt killed and pulled out his sword. A knife flew from the darkness behind the alley. Angelin embraces Charlotte and beats it with a sword. It smells sticky and nosey.

"... poison?

The knife wasn't aiming at Angelin. Angelin looked at Bjak.

"... How many grudges are you buying?" "It's extra care ..."

Byak shook his arm. Some people came out of the darkness, with the sound of the trash bins and barrels that had been placed breaking. Wearing the same clothes and wearing a mask. Charlotte's face was terrified.

"Public institution ..." "...? What is it?"

As he said, Angelin intercepted the assailants who drew his sword. The assailants surrounded the Angelines as they ran along the walls of the building, with a terribly light body. Angelin held Charlotte against Bjalak while holding a sword.

"What are these guys ...? Do you know? Why are they being targeted?" "Yes, yes. These guys are from the Papal Palace of Lucurecia ..."

Before Charlotte finished, several white blades approached. Sharp and surely aiming for the key points. Its skill is comparable to higher rank adventurers.

But Angeline is not an ordinary user. If you know that you are aiming for a key point, it is easy to return and deal with it. He paid his sword to kick one off and beat one temple with the handle of a sword. The mask flies. Appearing from below was a young man, whose eyes were hollow and crazy.

"... What? Like a doll ..." "Don't be careless."

There was a sound above. An assailant approaching from above was blown away by the magic of Bjalak. Angelin gazes at Bjalak.

"I'm not out of my mind ... I knew it."

Angelin frowned, bleeding at the assailant coming in the same movement as before the injury, while shedding blood. I hate this. Suddenly, a faint light shone around. Byak has visualized the three-dimensional magic circle. At the same time, I heard a disgusting sound. Looking, the assailant was crushed to the ground. It looks like you've been crushed by a magic circle.

"... I don't know."

However, we don't talk to insane people. If you hit it until you die, you have no choice but to kill it. Angelin cast off a little hesitation and flapped the neck of the thinner assailant.

After a bit of fighting, it seems that there were no assailants between Bjak and Angelin who drove even Sasha, and the area was wrapped in a quiet sign of death. Angelin frowns, wiping the blood from the sword.

"Oh ... I'm sick after all."

The sickness has completely awakened. I sigh, even after drinking with a good mood. Then he looked at Byak and Charlotte and showed them with his chin.

"Come on. I don't know the situation, but I also want to ask."

Byak looked at Charlotte. Charlotte nodded a little.

"Yes, please"

Charlotte was shaking. If you look like this, you can see only a little girl. Angelin wonders if such a puss made Bordeaux annoying with the undead. There must be something strange behind them.

He quickly passed through the town and returned to his room. It's a small room, but it's not as small as three people. Angeline closed the curtain and locked the door.

"Sit down"

Charlotte sits on a chair calmly. Bjak remains standing behind it. Angelin puts water in a medicine can and puts it on a flaming stone stove. This stone emits heat intensely depending on the arrangement. The stove using it was expensive, but Angelin bought it and put it in his room.

He took off his jacket and sat down opposite Charlotte. Look seriously. The hair, which should be white and clean, is bulky, with noticeable split ends, and the clothes are dingy.

"... What is the institution of innocence?" "... It's a secret organization of the Lucrecia, which secretly treats heretics and those who stand in the Papal Office." Are you? "

Charlotte seemed confused, but soon began to talk about himself. I was born in the house of the Cardinal of Lucrecia. Being involved in a power struggle and being accused of heresy due to albino. The fact that my parents got away and escaped. Then wandering, meeting the people who are trying to revive Solomon, the leap in Bordeaux, itineraries after defeat. While speaking, Charlotte sinks and sinks.

"I thought I'd stop doing it ... I hate Viennese, but neither my father nor my mother would be pleased with revenge ... but I've already been spotted by the institution of cleansing ..."

Angelin frowned while brewing tea with boiling water.

"In that story, those who cooperated were traitors. Even from the Papal Office, they were rebels.

Charlotte covered his crying face with both hands. Angelin sighed and put flower tea in front of her.

"Drink. I'll calm down."

Then he looked at Bjaku and said,

"I can't leave you alone and there are so many things I want to hear, so I don't want to be erased somewhere. I'll just stay overnight tonight." "... Can I trust that much? "Hey?" "Do you think I'll lose you?

Byak frowned, but said nothing. Angelin, acknowledging his consent, stroked Charlotte over the table.

"I'm ruined by my beautiful hair ... I'll take you to the bath tomorrow." "Eh ... but ..." "I haven't forgiven it yet. Until then, I will protect it. "" Yes, yes! "

Charlotte's expression seemed terribly relieved. His face was just an innocent ten-year-old girl.