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

At night, the following morning, Graham and Marguerite did not return. Because the space is twisted, whether the capture is taking a long time or another factor, Bergliff has become worried anyway.

"I don't think it's anyway because they're two ..." "I don't know. The Demon King was the other powerful thing ... Bell! We're helping!"

Said Duncan. Certainly worry. But if they were incomparable opponents, would they really be helping where they left? No, but if you're deeply withdrawing, you're probably going to go to help. It would be nice if the twisted space was long and just a long way to go, otherwise it would help. It won't be totally useless.

"... Okay, let's go. However, it's unreasonable to challenge the Demon King alone. Let's look at the situation and stay in the dark." "As expected, the Bell! Hahahaha! I'm sorry! "

Belgriff smiled, wondering if he really knew, but it was clear that Duncan wouldn't stumble at such a time, and he would feel strangely calm.

Each headed for the forest with their weapons. Clouds have been hung today since morning, and the shadows of my feet are faint. As you stepped into the forest and proceeded down while defeating the lower demons, the surroundings were strangely white, and the trees and unevenness of the ground seemed flat and flat. Still, the shadows of darkness were deep, which gave a disgusting and eerie impression.

Despite the forest that has been walking for more than two decades, it looked completely different. Berggriff took out the compass. Needles are rampaging. The direction is not obvious. During this period, the wind was blowing irregularly from all sides, even though most of the wind was blowing toward the mountains.

The two seemed to be walking in one direction, but noticed that they had returned to the same spot as they advanced to some extent. The corpse of the beast you had just killed was rolling.

"Sure, it's true that the space is twisted ..." "Bell, do you think you'll have any idea of the way?"

Duncan reclaimed the battle ax and said, Bergliff glanced steadily on the ground with his prosthesis. The sky seen through the gap between the branches is pearl-colored. I don't know where the sun is coming from.

"Now, I'm in trouble ... the situation is very different from the forest I know ..." "Mm ... what happened ..."

Duncan leaned with his battle ax on the ground. Berglyph looks around and starts walking to make sure. Duncan is surprised and follows.

"Do you know the way?" "No, I guess" "I guess ...?"

Berggriff smiled bitterly at Duncan, anxiously frowning.

"It's not surprisingly stupid. When thinking with your head is useless, you can rely on our inherent animal instinct." If you say ... "

Duncan seemed a little unsatisfied, but the dungeon hunt was on his way to the Belgryph, a day long, and he followed his surroundings with caution. The roots of the trees at the feet are intertwined in a creeping manner. There are places where moss is spreading like a carpet. Trees grew so as to erode large rocks, and large and small branches were intertwined in an overhead manner like a ceiling.

"The situation is quite different ..."

Bergriff watched closely for the terrain, the blowing wind, the signs of the demon beasts, and the direction of the attack during the actual engagement. He was trying to find some kind of rule in the surrounding phenomena, while proceeding with intuition coming from his empirical rules and instinct. At that time, a strong wind blew on the tree above. There is a rattling sound and the branches sway in one direction. Bergliff looked down at his head.

"I see ... I understand."

And start walking. Duncan opened his mouth, confused, following him.

"What's the matter, Bell? What's wrong ..." "There's a lot of south wind at this time. The back of the forest is on the north side. You can go back if you aim for the direction of the wind." However, the wind is blowing from here and there ... "" In the woods, but the wind above seems to be outside the influence of magic. It's blowing in the same direction. "

Duncan looked up. From the faintly visible gaps between the branches, the upper part of the trees certainly seemed to flutter in the same direction. Duncan screamed.

"I'm sorry ... I'm a very observant eye."

Bergryf joked and laughed.

The decision to go was quicker. Occasionally look upwards and check the wind direction to go to the back. It seemed that the ranks of the monsters appearing gradually increased.

Duncan smashes the head of a spider monster with a battle ax.

"Well done, the number of enemies has increased ..." "Oh, but at the most rank B ... I don't think they'll be behind this much ..."

Bergliff squinted and looked around. The density of the trees lined up increased, and branches of ivy and shrubs became entangled in the trees, and they began to look like walls. It is a labyrinth of trees. It seems that this area is starting to become a full dungeon.

Look overhead. The branches are increasingly intertwined, the gaps are filled with leaves, and the sky is invisible. Bergliff sighed.

"Well ... I'm going to have to get hungry in earnest, Duncan." "Hahaha, I'm prepared for it from the beginning! Let's visit!"

Berggriff smiled and looked back. The trails I followed, marked the trees and came, but did they really help? However, there is no specification nowadays. Bergliff took a deep breath and looked into the destination.

"let's go"

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There was a barely rubbing sound of trees. The trees move alive, twisting branches and wrapping the roof of the square in a dome shape.

"I'm not kidding ..."

Marguerite was clenched and clenched his teeth. There are many dead monsters rolling around. However, further outside, countless monsters were squeezing, directing stinging killings and hostility toward Marguerite.

Behind it was a child. She is sitting on a branch and swinging her legs. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind, and her black eyes looked at Marguerite with strange sadness.

"I can't afford to lick it!"

Marguerite holds his sword and runs as if slipping. The moment she moved, the monsters rushed. Marguerite frowned relentlessly and slashed the beast from one end in a fluttering movement.

It is not that high-ranking beast. However, it is troublesome because of the large number. Marguerite seems to be a very powerful person, but he is a swordsman. He is not a good wizard of extermination. In a one-to-many battle, it seems inevitable that Jiri is poor.

Nevertheless, Marguerite continued slaughtering the beast in a motion that never faded. Throwing black blood fluttered and stained her white skin. But the monsters pulled and pulled, like waves. The child, sitting on a branch, looked down sadly and turned his finger towards Marguerite.

Marguerite jumped away with a fright that she felt unexpectedly. A black shadow rises from her feet, forming an odd shape. He barely keeps his shape, but changes his shape to shake. Eyes appeared on the part that hit the face of the shadowman. When he thought one appeared, he made a number of whispering noises in his face and turned his crazy gaze to Marguerite. When I look at it, my head seems to go crazy.

Marguerite smiled with a ferocious smile and held his sword.

"Okay ... this is going to go with me!"

The shadow monster's beast came over. Marguerite raises his bark as if to bark and shakes his sword to intercept.

Behind him, Graham crossed his arms to look at the scene. Outside the square. Branches blocking the way are laid out like a lattice. He hasn't pulled his sword, and apparently has no intention of helping Marguerite. He looked at the fighting Marguerite with a cold glance and sighed without disappointment or resignation.

"... I don't know."

Graham followed Marguerite and caught up with her pretty soon. She was an elf used to moving in the woods, but unfamiliar with searching for dungeons, which allowed Graham to catch up.

Graham finally breaks into an elven princess who has no ear to listen to. I did it as I liked. I needed to know it once. I expected what I noticed in the battle. But for now no signs are visible. I just wield my sword in the dark clouds.

"Certainly strong, but that alone ..."

Graham saw the child sitting on the branch over there. The child is looking at Marguerite, gazing at a sad light.

It was strange. The quality of its magical power is close to that of a demon king. However, it is only slightly felt by children. However, the plaza covered by the dome-shaped trees was full of magic. The demons seemed drawn to it.

Graham continued to look like he did. The great book of magic might be a child. However, it seems that the magical power was released outside for some reason, forming this strange field. It seems to be under the control of the central child, but defeating the child will not erase the magic. Rather, he may lose control and run away.

Graham, a long-time warrior, did not know this. It has the quality of magical power similar to the Demon King, but only affects the place without carrying it. And you can put it under your own control.

"... It's as if you made your place."

Graham muttered. Marguerite doesn't seem to notice that. He thinks the child is a Demon King and killing it will solve it.

However, when I was young, I was rushing. It is clear that he seriously thought that the obstacle in front of him should be cut down and proceeded. The words of a veteran adventurer who could be dismissed also did not heed that it was an old idiot. Knowing that, Graham felt gloomy. It is too difficult to stop running young people.

At that time, there was a sign behind him. Graham looked back and was surprised.

"... how"

Bergliff and Duncan stood. Looking at the wooden dome beyond Graham with a suspicious face.

"The two people ... why?" "Because it was the day before, maybe something happened."

In Duncan's words, Graham squinted.

"... I see. So much already." "Did you not understand? Even here, it seems that the sun rises and rises, but ..." There seems to be a difference in progress as well, and the sun has not yet settled down. "

Duncan opened his eyes astonishingly, but Bergligh, nodding, nodded, confirming his suspicion.

"But here is ..." "It's the center of a transformed forest. It's small, but magic is swirling here." "... Marguerite!"

Duncan looked inside the dome and shouted. Looking towards Graham.

"We must help!"

But Graham shook his head gently.

"Now it's time to learn that ... if you don't understand it, you'll have to remind yourself of the experience." "But the other party is the Demon King !?" Yo Duncan, as I see, there isn't enough power to kill Marguerite.

Duncan grabbed the lattice of the branch, unconvinced, and watched the battle in front of him. Bergryf also looked down at his eyebrows.

"... Is that child a Demon King?" "I don't know. But the quality of magic is similar. He's an unknown stranger."

I didn't know. As far as Bergryph sees, there was no evil sign from that child. Regardless of the monsters that surround it, the child has not been killed nor hostile. Can I really cut when I face it? It is the person who thinks such a thing. But Marguerite doesn't seem to notice it. Anyway, I see that child as an opponent to beat. That seems unfortunate for Graham, and it can't be helped.

Similarly, I understand Graham's feelings as having a daughter who fights the beast. You can understand the thought that you must do rough treatment to promote growth. However, Berglyph wanted to be a little nervous because she couldn't boil.

While they were watching, Marguerite surrendered the odd-shaped beast and rushed towards the child. The child shakes his finger. The shadows began to creep out of the surrounding darkness and stood in front of Marguerite with mass.

"It's in the way ...!"

Marguerite flashes his sword sharply. The shadowman has been slashed and melted away. Marguerite jumped supplely and jumped to the child.

"Trap!"

Marguerite twisted her body and thought that she had pulled the sword back, and pierced it with a burst of spring. The child looked at Marguerite without squatting and muttered.

"Rusty ..."

When the sword was thought to reach the child, Gaku and Marguerite stopped moving. Feeling the force of being pulled back from behind, Marguerite looked back, and the shadow became a tentacle and wrapped around Marguerite's feet. He was pulled back, and Marguerite was slammed to the ground without any time for passive.

"Or ...!"

Air was pushed out of his lungs, and Marguerite groaned in pain. My thoughts swirled in pain that I could not remember for a long time. Careless? If you lose here, your uncle will be exactly what you said. I am not joking!

"Huh-crazy!"

Marguerite forcibly wakes up and destroys the monsters that are approaching. He shakes the shadows around his feet with brute force, and puts his strength in his knees to jump again. Looking at Marguerite, the child looked down more sadly.

"Scared ..."

At last, my finger is shaken. From the darkness behind the child, the shadows grew straight and crushed Marguerite's belly. Marguerite, whose reaction had been delayed due to pain and blood on his head, was left unprotected and blew behind. Still staggered, passive, and stood up. I tasted iron in my mouth.

The beasts who were observing the surroundings saw this as an opportunity or came all at once. Marguerite tries to fight, but the body does not move as expected.

"Guu ... damn ...!"

A large hand supported Marguerite, which staggered with his sword. Marguerite looked up in surprise. Bergliff stood with a steep face.

"... Uncle? Why are you ..." "I'll talk later. Graham."

With that said, he pushes Marguerite behind. Graham was there and took over Marguerite. Bergliff draws his sword and responds to the beast. Duncan is waving his battle ax at the nearby monsters that are approaching. Seeing that, Marguerite moved.

"... Not yet! I'm not done yet ..." "Marguerite"

Marguerite shook his body with a heavy voice.

"Oh ... great uncle ..." "Hear me" "... shit"

Marguerite fell down regretfully. Berglyf slashed the demon and headed for the children. Then look up at the child as you look up from below. The child looked back at Bergriff with his sad eyes as usual. Berglyf relaxed his face and put his sword in the sheath. Children prick their eyes. Bergliff turned his heels and quickly returned to Graham.

"Let's pull it. It's no use." "Did you know anything?" "That's really a kid. I'm just scared. "It looks like that."

Graham caught Marguerite.

"Let's pull" "Duncan! I'll pull!" Mr. "I did it!

With Duncan at the end, the four escaped from the dome and escaped. The child looked off with a mysterious face. The monsters that were clinging to the dome disappeared in no time, and the wind swaying the trees made a rustling noise. The child swam dimly and guttered.

"... lonely"