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

On the day of the banquet, the clouds that began to appear after midnight gradually increased in thickness and completely covered the sky. The border between night and morning became ambiguous, and if noticed, the area was white. Sheep, goats and dogs were not calm due to strange air. When he got out of the fence to graze, he ran out of his way, and went back and forth as if it were a confusion for the dog at work.

Bergliff, who had helped to collect the sheep from the morning, noticed that he was strangely uncomfortable. Standing silently seems to be annoying, and rather distracted when moving.

"It's a weird day ..."

But there's no way to come to terms. Bergliff looked into the forest. The trees swaying in the wind seem to be the same as usual, but I feel strange when I look at them. At first he squints to see whether the effects have begun to appear outside. After about noon she gathered sheep and returned home. Graham had a hangover after a banquet last night and was lying in bed.

"How is Graham, how are you?" "... I hurt my head. I didn't do this when I was young ..." "Ah, I'm sorry, my big uncle."

Graham bites her lips with a regret, as Marguerite was nervous after drinking just that much.

"There is no word to return ... more than this ..." "Do you know what happened?"

Graham nodded in Bergriff's words.

"The flow of magic in the forest has changed ... I was optimistic, but the movement was steep. I can only imagine that something had happened." I'll go and see you. "

Marguerite stands up with a sword. Bergliff also put his sword on his waist.

"I'm going, too." "Well, you're fine alone? Just look at it." "I'll do it, but I have a bad feeling."

There, Duncan returns, helping to collect sheep from another house. Wipe the forehead and frown.

"It's a strange sign! I feel a bit of a bad feeling." "Duncan, I'm going to the forest with Mary." "Muh? Then there's a certain thing!" The progress of time is different between the inside and the outside of the forest. It's bad if a monster comes out when we are not there. Graham is also in trouble. "

Berggriff thought that Duncan, not himself, would go with Marguerite. However, Duncan is not good at searching for dungeons. Although Marguerite has defeated the Demon King, it is still a good place to start as an adventurer. Some anxiety remains. Graham should come out if you are ready. But if he cannot move, he will have to go. I thought so. Graham raised his upper body evilly. Then frown at the headache.

"I'm sorry ... my blunder"

Duncan laughed brilliantly.

"I did not refuse the recommended sake, to dispel prejudice against the Elves! No shame, Graham!"

At the banquet, Graham had a small mouth, but drank a lot of alcohol as recommended and smiled small as he drank the cup. The villagers rejoiced when they saw it. The elves weren't staying too high, and they felt they could have a drink together in such a place, and it seemed that their distance had shrunk at once. Graham knew it, and had received many glasses of weak liquor. It was courtesy of his clumsy exchange.

Both Berglyph and Duncan knew that. So I don't want to blame Graham for anything. Marguerite enjoys pointing out the fun. Duncan turned to Bergliff.

"I understand well. Let's leave the village to you. Both of you, please give me the cause." "Thank you Duncan ... Mary, let's go." "Oh!"

They went to the forest with their weapons and tools. When I stood out, I felt something unusual. A gentle breeze blows from the woods, giving it a strange smell. I feel bad. Marguerite frowns.

"It has changed a lot in a day ... Isn't that kid really real?" "I don't know ... let's go anyway. Don't let it come off." of!"

They stepped into the forest. The trees were twisting into a strange shape, and the leaves were turning into dark purple. The fresh smell of the grass and leaves had disappeared, and instead a smell of rotten nose appeared. The roots of the trees are intertwined as they crawl off the ground, eroding rocks and the ground, blocking roads. It's not a forest that once used to walk like a garden. Bergliff looked around in a complicated way.

"It's terrible ... it's changed quite a bit." "It doesn't die yet. But it'll die as it is. I know the forest that died because of the Demon King."

The sign of the demon has increased around. The two draw their swords. At the same time, several beasts came out. In addition to lower rank monsters such as Greyhound and Giant Toad, there are also higher rank monsters such as chaos hounds.

"Damn, have you been a little overlooking ..." "Hah, so I've told you to go early!"

While saying so, Marguerite attacked the demon with a stunning flying skill, quickly turning several of them into dumb flesh. The Belgryph is still a behind-the-spot tactic, but his movements have become much smaller and his movement has been much smoother with the effective use of a cane-like prosthesis. Over two months after returning to Tornella, the results of his training with Duncan and Graham were evident.

Berggryph was surprised and glad he was able to cross more than even the highest-ranking beasts. I'm still growing up at this age.

However, as the monsters came one after another, it seemed inseparable. The monsters have survived the carcasses and raised even more hatred creatures. Bergliff retreated and put his sword in the sheath.

"Mary! Come behind!"

Suddenly, Bergliff took the powder from the tool bag and sprinkled it. It is a powdered oil that is widely used throughout the continent as a cheap ignition agent. Marguerite, who recedes back in the blink of an eye, raises his eyebrows by sniffing the smell of powdered oil.

"Hey bell! The fire is bad here!"

But the Bergliff took out the igniter and shook it quickly and set it on fire. As soon as it was dropped on the powder, a fire broke out and the monsters fluttered and stopped moving. Bergliff turns his foot into the forest.

"Let's go Marie!" "Oh, let's do it, but it's going to be a fire!" "Don't worry. This area is close to water, the ground is covered with moss, and there is lots of moisture. It doesn't spread that much. "

Indeed, I didn't mind it, but when I stepped on the ground, it seemed that my soles felt wet. Marguerite was impressed and looked at the side of the Bergliff.

"It's amazing, isn't it just about fighting?" "The adventurer is like that. You should also remember. It's useful."

Behind the beast, which was stopped by the fire and stopped, the two ran as if flying over the bumpy ground. The Bergriff occasionally looks up into the sky and watches the flow of the wind, gradually adjusting the direction and moving deeper into the forest. Gradually, the torsion of the trees became severe, and the magical power began to drift as if he were heavily on the shoulders like a miasma. Marguerite struck his tongue in an unpleasant way.

"Cheap, disgusting-magic power ... this is why the demon king is ..." "... is it a demon king?" It feels a little different. ''

While repulsing the monsters attacking on the way, continuing for about an hour, I saw a dome made of that tree. There are twisted trees around it, but some of them are upright. They were spaced at regular intervals, reminiscent of temple pillars. Marguerite laughed and shook his sword again.

"I'm off guard ... this is a revenge." "Kora Marie, don't run away by yourself? Please follow my judgment for the time being."

The dome had no entrance. Everywhere branches are intertwined. Bergliff wagged his sword and slashed through the wooden grid, forcing the entrance. As he entered, he was filled with miasma. The dome trees, which had grown blue in the past, are all dead and dead. Did you go to the miasma? Bergliff looked quickly and looked for the child.

"...!"

There was a child in the center of the dome. It falls down sideways, with long hair spreading around. It doesn't seem to be asleep. Bergliff rushed quickly. The child closed his eyes and breathed shallow and short. The body is sweating slowly. He is not asleep, he seems to be tired and unable to move.

"What happened ...?"

Berglyph looked around, taking out his towel from his pocket and wiping the child's sweat. The miasma drifts and makes me feel sick. Marguerite squinted and looked down at the child.

"Is the cause dying ... Is the situation in the forest worsening? I don't know why ..." "I don't know if this is the cause, Marie. Is this child's magical power close to the Demon King?"

Marguerite wrinkled at the eyebrows and crouched down into the child's face.

"... No, no," "OK," "It's not close. This is the Demon King itself."

Marguerite drew his sword.

"I've kept it so low that I don't know if I'm too close. It's because this is the bell."

Bergliff rushed to hold Marguerite's sword.

"Wait, wait, you should be even more cautious. The forest is getting worse because this kid is dying? Killing it may be irreparable." I guess I'm so daring to get involved before I die. "" No. That's why this child must have magic and miasma. And I don't know what it means to die in the first place. " Don't you be confused by the way you look, so you can't take responsibility if the decision is delayed and Tornella fails? "" Oh, you can. That's going to work out. ''

The marvelous force in the words, Marguerite, as expected, took a breath. At that time, the dome shook unexpectedly. Withered leaves scatter and branches and trunks make noises. They looked up in surprise.

"Wow!"

Marguerite opened his eyes and held his sword.

A strange monster destroyed the dome and came inside. It is a four-legged monster that is much larger than the height of a person, but the faces of various monsters appear and disappear in a black body like a shadow, disappear and appear, and always pulsate It was moving. Marguerite rubbed her arms to calm the goosebumps.

"It's awkward! What's that!" "... It feels like a monster is mixed." "Is there something like that?" "It seems to be rare in high-ranking dungeons ... It's my first time to see it. ''

The oddly-shaped beast roared with an incomprehensible voice, scattering the miasm that it wore. It sounded unpleasant to my ears. The child moans in pain. Tears came from my eyes.

"scary scary……"

Marguerite looks at the child, and then looks at the odd monster.

"That damn thing sucks out the kid's magic ... the cause is that!"

Bergriff held the child and jumped sideways. Marguerite also flies in the opposite direction. There, a strange monster rushed while barking. Zudong, his foot stomping on the ground shakes the ground. Marguerite yelled.

"Hey Bell! Don't tell me you don't always kill me !?" "Don't say! Don't be careless, Marie!"

Marguerite twisted her body and jumped into a demon beast. The sword shimmers and dozens of slashes run in an instant. The monster's forepaws fell apart and scattered on the ground.

"Huh! It looks like it looks"

Marguerite looked away. The fragmented forepaws, which were separated, stood up as small monsters, and the deformed monster regenerated with its forepaws extending from the torso. Marguerite stopped moving for a moment, but soon regained his sword and smiled ferociously.

"It's fun ... I'll kill you until you die!"

Marguerite cut off the forefoot of the raised monster and chopped the small monsters that swarmed with the returning sword. Berggryph looked at the child, looking sideways and watching out for the surroundings. He seemed to be as painful as ever, but his expression seemed to be a bit relaxed, probably because the strange monster stopped sucking his magic in the fight against Marguerite.

"... the demon king?"

But is there such a demon king? Originally, it is an artificial creature created by the ancient Great Mage Solomon, but what exactly did Solomon create them for? I just don't know, but now I have to concentrate on what's in front of me. Bergliff went out of the dome with the child and, for any reason, did not know if it would work.

"... Don't die"

Bergliff looked back into the dome. Marguerite flew around in a splendid manner without feeling gravity, and slashed one after another at oddly-shaped monsters. However, it does not seem to be worthwhile, because it will play even if you cut it. It seems that the distorted magic and maze that fills the space are empowering that monster.

However, such a synthetic monster must have a core. Without a central one, there is no one. Bergliff glanced at the child, then drew his sword and jumped into the dome.

"Mary! Don't fight against the dark clouds! Aim for the nucleus somewhere!" "Nuke! What kind of it!" "I don't know the shape! But it should be forming around it! Play Follow the original! "" I see ... "

Marguerite jumped sharply and dropped the monster's head in a blast with intense response to the sword. However, the neck is extended from the torso and regenerated. Apparently the nucleus is in the torso.

Marguerite is clearly better. Bergriff was dedicated to helping and defeating the monsters that had split off from the odd monsters. Marguerite continued to slash the demon's torso as if it was cutting meat. It is faster than the playback speed. The demon beasts rampage, but Marguerite doesn't care. We cut meat exactly and look for nucleus.

“――!

There was a different color at the back of the shaved body. The black body regenerates so as to cover it. Marguerite twisted his body greatly and thrust his sword. The tip of the sword pierces the nucleus. The deformed monster screamed, deafening, screaming.

"Hah, this is it-"

When Marguerite relaxed, the monster's torso suddenly scattered. Each takes the form of various monsters and surrounds Marguerite in a blink of an eye. Marguerite opens his eyes and pulls his hand with the sword, but the stuck nucleus melts and clings to the sword as if it were tar. The marguerite's fangs approached Marguerite, which had stopped moving.

"She ----!"

Marguerite, who closed his eyes unintentionally, was struck by a crushing impact. There is no severing pain imagined. However, he was unable to respond to the unexpected impact and just rolled on the ground. The anger sounds.

"Fool! Are there any guys scared on the battlefield?"

Marguerite is surprised and opens his eyes. Berglyph, catching his fangs with his sword, was kicking the monster.

"Bee, bell ..." "Don't be afraid! It's not over yet!"

Bergliff threw a dagger out of his waist belt and threw it sharply. It pierces the eyes of the beast approaching from behind Marguerite. The beast screamed and fell from his back. Marguerite bitterly bites his lips and stood up, turned and grabbed his sword. She violently shakes the completely melted and stale nucleus.

"Shit!"

He kicked the ground and slaughtered several monsters at once. It is a fierce sword shoot with anger at yourself. It's also out of the question. I am not joking.

Soon, the beast is destroyed, and both Marguerite and Bergliff stop moving and breathe.

"Is it okay, Marie?" "I'm sorry. I told you not to be careless, but ..." "... Let's use it next time. And I'm sorry to say I should crush the nucleus. "

Bergliff sat down gently and removed the bandage from the tool bag. Marguerite looked up. Blood is flowing down Bergberg's left arm.

"Bell you, hurt ..." "Well, it's not a big scar."

Bergryf smiled, rolled up his clothes, and plastered the wound on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but could you bandage me?"

Marguerite calmly approached Berggriff and squatted down and received a bandage. Look at the wound. It's like a wound with fangs. Marguerite frowned.

"... when you covered me?" "... don't worry because it's not a big scratch. My responsibility for misreading it"

Wrong. It is myself who was careless. Marguerite rushed down to the tears that slowly began to spread while bandaging. I'm also annoying this way. It's like a stupid ride.

At that time, the magic of the place suddenly shook. As they surprised and raised their faces, a deformed monster was beginning to form again in the center of the dome. It changes shape around the nucleus as if slime molds gather. However, various monster faces appeared and disappeared.

"Well, are you still disagreeable ...! This time!"

Bergliff conquered Marguerite, standing up and holding his sword.

"There is no cut. Let's pull here. I'm worried about that girl." "Yeah, but ..."

Demon beasts are building their bodies at considerable speed. Whether you can run away by pulling. Marguerite put his sword in a strong hand. Until I run away, I will continue to work for the shrine.

However, at that time, the gray cape shook in sight. Marguerite opens his eyes with surprise.

"Oh, my uncle ..." "... I did my best, Marie."

Graham smiled clumsily, and then turned his eyes on Bergriff.

"Bell, I'm sorry.

Bergliff smiled.

"How long have you been outside?" "It's about to be night" "How are you?" "Not bad"

Graham pulled out his back sword. The sword shouts and shines. Graham raised his sword with a tremendous increase in magic and intense response, taking a step forward and down. Immediately, an explosive shock wave occurred, and the abnormal monster was shattered away.

Not only that, the shining magic from the sword destroyed the maze and distorted magic that had spread around. Breathing that seemed to be a bit painful is eased at a stretch. It is a terrible sword worthy of being nicknamed the Holy Sword, and has the ability to live up to the name of "Paladin". Bergliff was impressed by the living legend.

Graham breathed greatly and delivered his sword. Perhaps he was tired of swinging, and his forehead is sweating. He smiled and looked back at Bergliff.

"... I'm old. I'm just breathing up."

Bergliff stood up and struck Graham's shoulder.

"Well, what happened to that girl ..."

I ran quickly to the laid child. The child was not moving as if lying down. Lying quietly with closed eyes. Bergliff breathed in and held his hand at his mouth.

"... I'm just sleeping"

It was a gentle breath. Bergliff relieved and stroked his chest, holding the child up. The child whispered to sleep, groaning, and buried in the face of Bergryf's chest.

The trees sway in the wind, and the twisted branches slowly return. Perhaps the time difference disappeared, the area suddenly darkened, and stars were blinking in the sky seen through the gap between the branches.

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"The details are only speculation, but it was probably a type of magical power that did not change step by step but exploded at the moment it crossed a certain threshold. "I can't explain this abrupt mutation." "I see ... this child is ..."? "The creation of organs and bodies for life support is almost perfectly human, but the quality of the magic that dwells is completely different. It's almost the same as the Demon King's, but it's been used up in building the body, and it seems that there isn't much magic left. There's no danger. " "I don't know yet." "Marguerite, you seem to need a little more training ..." "Ugu ... but I'll do my best" "It's terrible anyway ... so much more like a human being! Can be transformed ...... Despite repeated opposition, these things are all unknown. "" But what was that odd monster? Why was this child dying ... "" This I guess, but the magic power of the Demon King is completely different from that of human beings. The beast merged and tried to absorb even a little of the remaining magical power. The sudden exhaustion of magical power led to physical weakness, I think that was the cause. " "I couldn't help it!" "Mum, enviable! I hope you'll be able to see Graham's serious blow!" "Haha, I'm sorry Duncan. ... Oh, here and there, it's food What if I don't? "

Bergliff hurriedly picked up a child biting firewood by the fireplace. The child looked up at the Berglyph with his black eyes.

One night after the forest incident, the next morning was fine. The sheep and dogs, which had been fussed the day before, regained their calmness and went to the meadow to eat the grass as usual. The signs of the demon have diminished, and the forest seems to have returned completely. It seemed that the same everyday life was about to return.

The child brought back by Bergliff had lost his magic. He didn't seem to know who he was, but he was innocent and often missed Bergriff.

There is no house to return to if it was originally Demon King. After all, it seems unlikely that Belgryf would take care of them and raise them. Marguerite said, looking at the Bergglyph to comfort the child.

"So what do you do?" "What can I do ... I can't afford to throw it out like this? I'll bring it up." Isn't it left? "" Well, that's right ... "

The child climbed up from Bergriff's back, turned his arm around his neck, pinched his beard from behind, and looked strange. Bergryf grinned as he was.

"I don't think such a child is dangerous." "Well, this is Bell's house.

Marguerite shrugged. Duncan and Graham seem to have no objection from the beginning. The family has suddenly increased. But this is not bad. How will Angelin react?

"In the end, I have to do it ..."

The word that muttered was not heard by anyone.