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

"... Good" "Foo, it looks good. It's cute." "It's so cute, so it looks good ... next, this is it."

Charlotte, dressed in pretty clothes, is standing squirming. Angeline and Miriam bring a variety of clothes next, this one, and Charlotte is in a doll state. Anessa stood behind her with a stunned face, but she also had some clothes she wanted to wear.

I refreshed at the bathhouse and came to buy clothes. It is not a high-end store, but it is a conscientious store that does not handle any inferior goods.

Both Charlotte and Byak were wearing their clothes, apparently dirty, as if they had not changed since the Bordeaux turmoil. Even if you take a bath and become beautiful, there is no specification.

Charlotte was afraid that he could even take his clothes, but it was strange that he was taking such a dirty child and Angeline took him halfway into a clothing store. However, from this perspective, it seems to have been completely enjoyed before it was built.

"Then next time," "Wait a minute, wait for the clothes I chose ..." "Oh, Arne-san has a look that seems uninteresting, and she's just messing up." "I'd like to say it from the beginning, but ..." "Gu ... I think it's good or not." "I'm not saying that it's bad.

Charlotte can now be dressed in the clothes chosen by Anessa. At first it was Charlotte, who was shy and shy, but he is still a girl, and it is not unfortunate that he was originally from an aristocracy and was dressed in beautiful clothes. Gradually, I felt like riding, grabbing the skirt hem and bowing, posing forward, and began to enjoy myself. Each time the three daughters were crazy and happy.

One of the junipers was amazed at the sight. Why is the arrogant, saucy, half-hearted shit that has been so poisonous?

"I'm a stupid girl, my red-haired father, whatever ..."

From Bjak's point of view, both Angelin and Bergliff were sweet words. Charlotte and I didn't need any help either, so we thought we could just stab it. However, it was certain that Charlotte had been poisoned by its sweetness. Hand stroked with just one person. Only one word. Family warmth. Beak calmly resented whether such a thing would change his life.

Unpleasant. It seemed that his values were fundamentally denied. He was ridiculed as a failed work, forced to live at the very bottom, and forced to kill. A life that has been used as a tool. In addition, a strange thing such as the Demon King erodes himself. Then it becomes ambiguous how far you are. The view of pessimism that had been nurtured under such circumstances was such that no matter what the world was, my life would not matter.

So, when I was addressed to Charlotte as a follower, it was just annoying. No, it was really troublesome. However, it is certain that Charlotte superimposed himself on himself. And she thought that she had something encouraging, even with the dark purpose of revenge, enviable and even favorable. Perhaps it was good now that she did not kill too much in consideration of her fear of blood.

And now, seeing Charlotte laughing as if she had been freed from the dark yoke, Bjak was attacked by a mixture of emotions. Although slightly thought to be smiling, jealousy and envy seemed to dominate. jealousy? For what?

-Are you lonely too? You're fine, because you have a sister.

"..."

What is your sister. Ridiculous. In spite of the allocation of the same hole. Byak struck his tongue and turned his eyes away from the scene in front of him.

At that time, Miriam came and stared at him as he peered into Jak's face. Byak remained silent for a while, but eventually became uncomfortable and looked back at Miriam.

"... what is it?" "Hmm ... what kind of clothes are Biya-kun?" "And what?"

I can grab my shoulders. Angelin was standing smiling.

"I've decided on Shal's clothes ... you're next." "No ... I'm not kidding, I'm not shy. Don't be shy. Let's start with this ..."

Do you get dressed up as a doll! Promptly waved his hand and tried to escape, but was immediately squeezed by Angelin. Byak felt intimidated by S-rank adventurers, and Biak shook again.

"Tee-me-me! I'm sorry!" "I'm not joking ... Milly, take it off." "Aisai" "Ya-mello!"

Byak looked desperately looking for help. Nature, Charlotte eyes. Charlotte, dressed in neat clothes, shrugged and showed off his first clothes.

"I think this looks good on juniper!"

Bjärk was as excited as he was.

When I left the clothes store after such anguish, I was already around noon and the sun was starting to lean west. I was so absorbed in choosing clothes that I didn't eat lunch, so I decided to finish somewhere.

Charlotte, dressed in soft and comfortable clothes, was in a good mood, holding his hands, hugging his arms, and giving Angeliners a lot of patience. They seem to be happy and have no specifications. Angeline was relieved that he was finally behaving at the age of ten. The junkie is succulent and comes with his back. She was dressed up one after another, and seemed tired rather than physically.

Walk down the street to the usual bar. Strings are stretched between tall buildings standing on both sides of the traffic, and laundry is fluttering. Suddenly, the chicken rushes out, the child is dripping, and a man who seems to be ready for work is sitting on the roadside and looking around dimly. It's the usual sight. There is no sign of a raid so far. If you're hostile, you'll know immediately, and you're confident that you can respond. Even if you keep watching me, you'll just get tired. When you enjoy, you should enjoy it.

Charlotte looked a little uncomfortable, whilst she was nervous.

"Money must be returned ..."

This area is like a bite-speaking street, selling bills. Angeline frowns.

"But you know who sold them ...?" "U ... I don't know ... but I have to return them."

Anessa smiled and stroked Charlotte's head.

"Isn't it okay? There's something to be a source of heart, if it's true or a lie, because it's for the person, and because the people around here are tired. "If it doesn't work forever, I'll forget it later." "But ..." "If you don't feel like doing it, just do it slowly ... but you're just a good guy? You might be beaten, maybe even more perverted ... "

Charlotte chewed his lips a lot in Angeline's words.

"Be prepared for that ..."

Miriam grinned and crumpled Charlotte's hair. There was a sweet smell of petroleum oil stroked after the bath.

"Anyway, it doesn't have to be today? I'm gonna go eat!"

Angelin hits her stomach with her palm. Miriam spoke while holding Charlotte's hand.

"What is Shal's favorite food?"

Charlotte was muffled, but opened his mouth as if he was reminded.

"Um ... I like fish. Lucrecia catches a lot of fresh fish!" "Fish. Okay. Elbren's seafood is good, but Lucrecia looks good."

Charlotte was proud of Anessa's words.

"Hehe, I'm sure it's better than Elbren! Some salted pasta is addictive!" "Salt ankle ... I've been able to eat it lately, I'm sorry."

Miriam giggles when she hears it.

"The face when Belle ate in Bordeaux was interesting." "Oh, it looked like he was eating ..."

Anessa agreed and laughed. Charlotte tilted his head.

"Who is Bell-san?" "My dad" "Sister's dad ...?" "Um. It's called" Akaoni "'s Bergglyph. She's red-haired, tall and very strong. That's cool! "

Charlotte looked at her eyes as if thinking.

"What is red hair?" "Yes. And one leg is a prosthesis, but it's stronger than me. I'll see you soon ..."

Upon hearing it, Charlotte looked crying, but hugged Angelin with a full smile. Angelin gets bitten and still strokes Charlotte.

"What's wrong ...?" "I'm glad!

Charlotte laughed at him and pressed his face down on Angelin. Angelin didn't know, but stroked it. The washed and oiled hair feels very good. Beak sighed bigger behind.

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Sheep shearing is over and the harvested wheat fields have been plowed, turning from golden to brown. However, the trees are still lush, and the daylight is summer. The sheep, which had no fluffy hair, ate grass with a cool face and lambs stuck to it and ran around. No matter how much sheep ate, the grass on the plains was unlikely to run out.

It has been a while since Tornella was visited by an elven pupil. The villagers were less familiar with the quiet and solemn Graham, but they seemed familiar with the lively, even somewhat violent Marguerite. She seemed good-looking, and the villagers, mainly young people, seemed to be accepting the Elves, Gentiles.

Despite the destruction of the beast as usual, he did not step back into the dungeon forest. Defeating that strange child did not seem to change anything. Graham seemed to agree, and after seeing a little, they agreed. At least, as far as the battle against Marguerite is concerned, Graham seems to be an opponent who can easily beat him if he comes out, so it is a quiet view with that point in mind. That's why I couldn't help but still seemed to have passed mysteriously and calmly.

"Yes, Lembus! That's good! This is it! I ate everything before coming here!"

Marguerite is talking in a good mood with a wooden cup in one hand. Young men are swarming around, listening loosely to their expressions. Marguerite is sloppy in appearance, but his features and natural behavior are beautiful and can be easily followed. Tornella's youngsters, who only knew the country girls, had stretched their nose under their nose, and the girls were a little swelled.

A small spree was being held in the courtyard of Kelly's house. Kelly, who had long wanted to be friendly with the elves, invited Graham and Marguerite with Bergriff as a mediator.

The intention was to have an inner banquet, but it leaked from somewhere, and villagers, mainly young people, appeared and appeared like a grand banquet. In addition to apple wine, Kelly was forced to open a barrel of treasured wine made from pioneer grapes, but grinned, but said that it would be cheap if the village could accept the elves. .

Berglyph sat quietly watching the conversation between the villagers and Marguerite, while mixing in the banquet. Tornera, who has little contact with the outside world, suddenly exchanges drinks with elf and other entities outside of the outside world. It was strange, Bergliff thought.

"Well! At that time, the suspension bridge shook a lot ... hey, hey. Hey bell, are there no more wine?"

Marguerite waved with an empty cup and shouted. Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"Mary, don't you drink too much?" "What are you talking about, I'm still tipsy. The sake here is palatable." "Well, Kelly is crying? Two barrels are gone."

Berglyf said Kelly sitting next to him laughed.

"Wahaha is a good thing to talk about being swallowed up by an elf princess! Hey, you guys, bring another barrel from the warehouse!"

The youngsters all rushed to the warehouse to earn the honor of offering sake to Marguerite. "There are so many people," Kelly muttered.

While there is such a boo elf princess, another elf, Graham, sits silently and silently from a while ago. His face is down and sways from side to side. There seems to be a little wine left in the cup on the table. Surprisingly, this old elf didn't seem to be very robust. You can say it's weak. The villagers who became enthusiastic after drinking alcohol were advised to drink and drink, and although they should drink, they are already sleeping and shaking. Duncan, sitting next to her, hit her shoulder.

"Is it okay, Graham? Come back if you're sleepy." "Mum ... Sorry ..."

Graham fluttered his eyes and stood up, but sat back again, uneasy. Marguerite laughs at it.

"Oh my uncle, I'm still weak! I'm still only five or six. Isn't it?" "... Mary, you too ...

While saying so, Graham closes his eyes and deepens the wrinkles of his eyebrows. Duncan laughed and supported her shoulders.

"No, I didn't think there was such a weakness in" Paladin ", Hahaha! Kelly, I'm sorry for the frustration. Lord, let's go because somebody will support you. "" ... I can't help.

Graham muttered something and shook his head back and forth. It seems to be the limit. Duncan walked as if pulling Graham. As I lie down, I'm getting along well.

Berggriff also wanted to raise his hips, but he couldn't leave Marguerite behind, so he sat quietly licking wine little by little. While drinking the economy better wine from new barrels, Marguerite story of stories and magical beast of the journey, had been talking endlessly and talk of Elf territory, villagers and eventually a late-night began to Chile for work tomorrow . The young people returned with their backs pulled, and the bustling courtyard of Kelly became quieter.

Kelly lost a lot.

"Well, it was busy." "Oh ... Is it okay Kelly? Consumption of alcohol more than expected ..." "Well, don't worry, Bell. Thanks to you, I understand how well the elf is so friendly. "Let's drink more secretly." "Hah, yes. That's good."

Elves living in elf territory are unlikely, but human beings will be able to get along with elves that appear in the outside world. Bergliff stroked his chest relievedly.

Marguerite came there with a light step. It's not like you're drunk though you're drinking a lot.

"Oh, I'm gonna return home." "We're gonna go home too. Tomorrow is too early." "Taste"

Marguerite sharpened his mouth and kicked the pebble at his feet. Berggriff stroked his beard in trouble. Kelly laughs and hits his back.

"I can drink until I'm satisfied! I'm going to sleep, but you can trust me!" "Sure! Kelly is fat!"

Marguerite laughed happily. Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"No, no, it's bad for you ... Marie, why don't you go get some alcohol? Marie, go home and drink again."

Marguerite nodded, and they greeted Kerry and arrived home.

Hang one bottle of apple liquor in each bottle and follow the moonlit path. Marguerite walked in a bouncing manner, showing what made him happy. The shiny silver hair glowed like glass, reflecting the moonlight.

"I'm sorry." "Hey ..."

Marguerite laughed embarrassed and stepped alongside the Bergryph.

"I was longing like this. We all drank together and talked about anything." "Hmm? Isn't that in the Elven territory?" "There are banquets. Everyone is elegant. There was no such thing as laughing out loud or talking ridiculously, it was all about philosophical things, practical things, and serious talk. It's a kind of knowledge exchange meeting for that kind of feeling. It's hard for me. "

That's why it doesn't sound like a bad thing for the futile adventurers, Bergliff laughed. Marguerite crossed his hands behind his head.

"Well, don't you go to the forest? I'm not going to be careless next time. I'll listen to what my big uncle says, Bell." "Hmm ... I'm so lost. "I'm worried." "What's the cause? Hey, it's not the end." "I don't know. I don't think it's so simple. The magical power that fills it is separated from that child. Yes, it was Graham's image. ''

Marguerite crossed his arms to think.

"... I thought I'd do everything if I beat the bad guys, I wouldn't have to think like the elves of the elderly, but if I crushed one of the causes, Isn't that the solution?

It seems that night dew is starting to fall, and the hem of the pants that touched the grass got wet. Bergliff looked far away.

"... If it was the real cause, it would solve it, but everyone struggled to get to the cause. The obvious bad guys are easy to understand, but they are often not the real cause." Hmmm ... I don't want to say, it would have been better if the world was simpler, the good guys were like the good guys, the bad guys were like the bad guys. "Well, that's right ... despite the monster opponent, people can be both good and evil. If it can be cut off, it may be painful, but I think a lot of small things that have been dropped will come out.The small things hidden in the applause directed at painfulness "" ... Bell, then What should i do I? What world is it ideal for you for a bell? "

Berggriff smiled and scratched his cheek.

"I know only Tornella ... but I think it's important that people think about things properly. It's terrific if you can give an easy answer, but things go fast ..."

Bergliff stroked his beard.

"I think that thinking and getting lost is meaningful and worth it. Living is not just a repetition. It's not everything that goes smoothly. So you have to think, get lost, and still live. Surely there is a discovery in such a place and there is growth. I can feel the lovingness in such a life. "" ... I wonder if it is such a thing. I do not understand well "" Haha ... I'm too old because Mary is still young ... "

Marguerite sharpened his lips and poked the Bergryph.

"You shouldn't treat yourself as a child." "It's a bad habit to be relentless right away." "Relentless. Barka."

Marguerite rushed gently with his bouncing steps, opening the door of the Belgryf house, which he saw over there, and shouting.

"Great uncle! Did you fall asleep?" "Uo, Marie! Don't be so surprised!"

There was a loud noise from inside the house as Duncan rolled out of his chair. Bergliff slowly headed home with a laugh. Whether or not you defeat that child, you will have to go see it once. Let's start to move.

Suddenly, I wondered what Angelin would do.