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

The man in Loeb said that if love was to take shape.

"What will happen to what's left?"

The man in white, sitting opposite, grinned.

"Solomon also did ridiculous things. It's nice to be immortal, but there is a separate foundation for the ego. It's a hassle." "The homunculus wants to return to Solomon. This is also because the loving ego is before him. Solomon made them yearn for himself, so the Homunculus who lost his longing for him went mad. " ran away"

The man in the robe put black jewelry on the table.

"When you sleep, you release only the ego of hatred and destruction." "That's fine. It's stranger than Solomon's love." "If you can control it,"

The man in the robe frowned at the jewel.

It was a splendid room. Luxurious furnishings are scattered here and there, and magical fire is burning in chandeliers lowered from the ceiling. The man in white clothes stood up, walked to the windowsill, and looked out. The night lights were shaking everywhere. The man hated and laughed and turned around.

"But you've come this far in a short time?" "I just undone the power I had lent to the boys of Kaim." "Oh, did you say Bjark? Is the incitement going well? "" They betrayed. Samizina was destroyed. It takes time to resurrect. "

In the words of the man in the robe, the man in white clothes smiled happily.

"Haha, after all, is it a failure ...?" "What do you do?" "Erase it, but you seem to be aiming at the Viennese guys." "Huh, that girl is a kind of fire for the Papal Office. If you know that you are there, you will want to erase it. ''

The man in the robe rinsed tea from a cup on the table.

"The northern ones seem to have been smashed by the elf's bounce. Belito, Oce, Morax, they seem to have been destroyed." "No, Zamaa. We win last."

The man in the robe frowned as he saw the man in white clothes laughing happily.

"... Do you know the adventurer who is a black-haired war maiden?" "No?" "He who defeated Baal. He stopped Bordeaux's incitement." "Hey, what about that?" Black hair, as the name suggests. "

Hearing that, the man in white clothes sat down on a chair with an interesting face. Lean with your elbows on the table.

"Isn't it dyed? What's your view?" "I haven't seen it directly yet, but it's very likely. I'm going to look into it." "No, don't be ridiculous. If you're completely successful, you'll get rid of it." "Is that so too? Oh, it was the biggest failure to escape." "I'm going to go soon. You're muddy, too." "Of course. What happened to Baal's loving person?" "I don't know. The nucleus is here.

The man in the robe put his hand on his chest. The figure shook like a heat haze and disappeared as if it had never been.

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When I returned to the village, the sun was set. The Belgriffs were surprised to see the difference in time, though they should have arrived in the morning. Worrying about the Belgriffs who had disappeared for a day, it was a happy growth for Bergliff to see young people forming a vigilante and looking around the village.

Marguerite was moving around in excitement during the battle, but when he was carried by Graham and calmed down, his injuries and fatigue seemed to loose his power. He fell asleep on his way home and is now lying on his back on a bed and sighing slightly. The sleeping figure vomits a very crude word and does not seem to rampage with a sword.

Graham sighed, looking sideways.

"I'm a troubled girl ... but I just want to know a little bit." "... I'll tell you, Graham!"

Bergliff smiled small and brewed a tea substitute. Duncan crosses his arms and looks at the Bergriff.

"But I'm surprised. The moment Marguerite was blown away, it was like Bell's departure! I thought I was next to a certain person until a while ago, but I immediately went to him. "That's because!" "I was crazy ... I made it too much." "No, that's not the case. Thanks to you, I didn't get seriously injured."

Graham looked down at Marguerite and looked down.

"I don't seem to be good at raising disciples. I slammed Marguerite with a sword, but the result is this ... I was going to treat it like my child ..."

Graham began the old-fashioned story.

Marguerite did not seem to have grown up in favor of his father. His father, Oberon of the West Forest, is the head of the Elven clan. Therefore, she was not left alone, and most of the care seemed to be undertaken by her mother and nanny.

At that time, Graham lived close to retirement in the west forest of the Elves. He had no wives and no children in a long adventure life, and abandoned his way of life as an elf and went out into the outside world. However, defeating high-ranking beasts, including the Demon King, is a heroic act for the elves. Little by little he was recognized in the elf territory, and the number of young elves who visited him increased.

"Oberon also longed for me as an uncle. It wasn't very obvious, but to me, who has a view of the outside world, he repeatedly came to seek his opinion." … ”“ Because of that connection, I often met Marguerite. It was interested in the outside world and wanted to hear about my journey. ”

Marguerite apparently did not adapt to the elf-like quiet life. She was more curious than ever, and she glanced up every time she heard about the story of Graham's journey and fighting the demon, begging for a variety of stories.

"Marguerite was very jealous of my growing name as 'Graham'." "Do you want to be recognized?"

Bergliff said. Graham nodded.

"The elves do not value themselves as individuals. They are liberated from the yoke of the ego and unite with nature to achieve the harmony and harmony of their minds. But Marguerite is different. I guess I wanted it to be acknowledged ... I'm sure that my story spurred me. "" But isn't this something that every young man would think? "It's the difference between an elf and a human, that's the difference between the elves and the humans, Duncan. Both me and Marguerite are heretics by the common sense of the elf race."

Bergligh wondered if she was so, thinking of a memorable elf girl.

In any case, Graham taught Marguerite his sword. We don't hate fighting as elves. Demon beasts spawn and hunt in Elven territories. Mastering weapon handling seems to be a good thing for elves. Marguerite has progressed tremendously. With stronger magical powers because she drew the royal blood, she learned from Graham how to manipulate the magical power inside her body, and in a blink of an eye, mastered a number of sword patterns one after another and self-flowed them. And polished.

Therefore, she dreamed of the same path as Graham in that regard. Finally, one day, he jumped out of his sword with one hand.

"The elves are reluctant to leave, because they disturb the clan's harmony. Both Oberon and his queen, Titania, had to take such an attitude as rulers of the clan." "I was entrusted with my palace," said "Oberon was originally busy.

Graham sighed.

"The elf who has left the forest is a lonely being. He is always seen with a peculiar eye and often feared, but it takes time for his brothers to accept again when he returns to the forest. That's why I wanted to stop it because I knew it. "" ... That's extra care, my big uncle. "

The three looked at the one who spoke. Marguerite was upright and scratching his head.

"Is it up ... how are you?" "... I'm satisfied, my big uncle. The result is what I expected."

Marguerite stared at Graham with a sharp glance. Graham frowns and looks back.

"Why can you only think so? ... I never deny you all, but any action without thought will only drive you in."

Marguerite frowned at the pain of injury and struck his knees, trying to get up. Duncan rushes up.

"No, the wounds haven't healed yet!" "Don't touch it!"

Marguerite shakes Duncan's hand. She smiles masochistically at the Bergryf.

"Are you guys laughing anyway? One stupid little girl, rushing recklessly and being sloppy!"

Graham stood up with angry expression.

"Don't bother! Both Duncan and Bergliff came to worry about you! Those who call you are ... so close to others and who will recognize you! Who will praise me!

Marguerite bit his lips and shut down. Then he stood up and left the house with a treacherous step, but quickly. Duncan moves his feet in a hurry to follow him.

"Marguerite!" "Don't leave me, Duncan! It's a stupid little girl ... I'm exhausted!"

Duncan stopped his mouth, shutting his mouth, as Graham, who was only showing silence, was showing apparent anger. But Bergliff stands up and heads for the door. Graham frowned.

"Belgry, you don't have to follow me." "That's not true. Graham, I have a daughter, I understand your feelings well .... That anger is good for myself." … But ”“ Sometimes we have a close relationship, so we can compete with each other. I ’m sorry to go out, but I ’m going to go here. Would you like to leave it? ”“ …… I ca n’t help. It's just ... "

Graham bowed deeply. Bergliff smiled and left the house.

The clouds that covered the sky during the day are clear and the starry sky is spreading. The moon has not appeared, but the brightness of the stars seems to be gaining momentum. Marguerite wasn't far away, probably because of the pain. Leaning against the fence in the garden, exhaling deeply and staring at the ground a little ahead. As the Bergliff approached slowly, Marguerite said without even seeing him.

"What, uncle. I don't need sympathy." "I don't mean that. I'm going to talk a bit."

Bergliff stood beside Marguerite and leaned against the fence in the same way. Marguerite pointed his mouth with his mouth sharp.

"Hmm ... I don't want to talk." "Well, right? I'm a swordsman, and your sword is worthy of respect. The sharpness of the sword is probably high. "

Marguerite twitched his eyebrows and muffled his mouth.

"Well, well ..." "What kind of training do you usually do?" It's a training like slashing. Do not do anything special. "" I see ... it was a unique movement like a combination of multiple types. It was a well-crafted thing. I'll do it. "

I laughed and knotted my mouth like a surprise. Bergliff laughed as he cluttered.

"I have a daughter. I'm an adventurer in the southern capital now. I'm a stupid and full of sword talent." "Hmm ... Which one is stronger?" By the way, I don't know, my daughter is also a good skill, and he seems to have had the experience of defeating the Demon King ... "" ... Oh, uncle "" What? "" I'm still 18? " Don't be honorific, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a princess outside the forest. "

Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"Yes, then I guess I'll let you do that."

Marguerite laughed proudly.

"I'm three, it looks like I'm stronger." "I might be so ... I don't know which one is stronger if I actually fight." "I'm determined to win I'm teaching my sword from my great uncle. Who did you learn your sword from?

Berggriff laughed in trouble and stroked his beard.

"It's me. In the case of the teacher, it's definitely higher." "Ahhhhhh! Uncle, are you so strong?"

Marguerite smiled laughingly. However, the wound hurt when she laughed. Bergliff smiles and rubs his back.

"I'm not strong. In my case my daughter's talent was outstanding." "Well, I'm just saying that I'm not talented." "Hey, don't look twisted. You're wrong. I don't think it's a talent chunk.

Marguerite frowned.

"No, I'm a genius, but I'm stronger because my great uncle was a teacher. Even if my uncle's daughter was taught by my great uncle, I'm stronger." I trust you! "

I was put on! Marguerite dyed his cheeks red and turned away.

Bergliff felt that Marguerite was by no means a fool. However, youth is troublesome, and the unfounded and mysterious self-confidence that comes from it sometimes helps and sometimes hampers. Once you start to stretch, the small wills often grow like snowmen and cannot be turned back.

Berggriff also remembered. When I lost my legs, I made my friends feel safe. He continued to be an adventurer, doing all sorts of chores without combat, and still laughing. Despite being hurt in self-esteem, he did not want to reveal his weaknesses. Eventually, it became painful and returned to Tornella to escape. Did not tell anyone anything. Since then, I have not heard of each other with my old friends. It is the result of concealing weaknesses and continuing to be willing.

Bergliff looked up at the star with a strange face.

"I don't mean to deny you. I understand your feelings well." "Hmm ... you can say anything with your mouth." "It's not just your mouth. I used to be an adventurer. I was hopeful, confident, and did not doubt grabbing the ideal future. "" ... What happened? "

Bergliff kicked the fence with his right prosthesis. Marguerite looked at it and looked suspicious.

"Feet, isn't it ..." "Oh ... so don't say I'm not going to be an adventurer, but listen to me who failed like this, Graham and Duncan I don't think it's a waste, did you like the story of Graham's journey? "

Berggriff smiled and gently beat Marguerite's shoulder.

"Are you hungry? Would you like to go home?" "I see ..."

Bergriff returned home, supporting Margaret's wobble. Marguerite gently listened to Graham with a calm face. Graham sat down in a chair with a steep face, but looked down at Marguerite and looked down a bit apologetically.

"Mary ... I said a little too much. Sorry." "U ... Yeah, me ... I'm sorry."

Marguerite dyed his cheeks under a nickname that hasn't been called for a long time. Both are clumsy, Bergliff smiled. Duncan sighed of relief and then laughed brilliantly.

"Marguerite! If healed the injury, I would definitely like to meet!" "Oh, oh! Well, I can't lose to my uncle!" "Hahhhah! I can't beat you easily! ! "

Bergliff thought about the child in the back of the forest while setting the pot on the fire. That doesn't seem to be a good opponent. Is there another solution?

"... If you can talk to me," "Mmm? How did you, Bell?" "No ... nothing, Duncan. Will you bring me a potato?" "Oh, I understand."

Bergliff glanced at Graham. Graham bowed small with a gentle expression. He was grateful and grateful.