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

It was like a dungeon. A cold, inorganic grate occasionally squeaked.

Someone glanced at the noise. Chains extend from the shackles on both ankles. Dim light from the torches illuminates the stone walls and floors. Several rusted chains extended from the windowless walls.

To one of them, someone was connected and lying on the floor. However, it doesn't mean you can't move because you're tired. He throws his bare feet forward, puts his arm pillow on his back, and puts Tsubahiro's mountain hat on his face. He is as fluent as a nap. There are many empty bottles around the liquor that seem to be distilled spirits.

Eventually, a squad of armed soldiers appeared behind the bar, making the sound of the armor touching.

"Get up"

A man in black armor like a captain said. It's a beautiful face, just over 30's. The blond hair is cut short, and the blue eyes emit sharp eyes. But the person in the prison is not going to get up just by crossing his legs. The man in armor kicked the grate looking frustrated.

"I'm going to do that forever." "I'll do it forever. I want to do this until I die."

The person in the prison said it in an easygoing tone. The voice was that of a man, but somewhat high, but faint. The man in armor crossed his arms as if he was stunned.

"I'm a miserable person ... Is it still a corner of the Great Demon?" "I'm not interested in the title that people call without permission."

The man in the prison raised his upper body with annoyance. Replace the bowler hat on your face.

It looks like a forty man. A terribly thin and slender body is wrapped in a shabby long-sleeved shirt and pants alone. The dull brown hair that extends from under the hat is much longer than the shoulder. In addition, a dark beard, which appeared to have grown too lazy, covered the lower half of the deeply carved face.

"I had a dream"

The man in the hat muttered without telling anyone. The voice was a little happy.

"Old dream ... Oira and them are all young ... Oira was the youngest. I enjoyed it then."

With that said, the man in the hat held his knees and breathed. The man in armor laughed as he clenched.

"Don't you follow the illusions of the past ... The former hero has fallen. Well, it's convenient for us."

The man in the hat laughed at him. It was not a pleasure, but a laughing mockery.

"Ahokusa ..."

The man in armor frowned.

"Hmm ... Okay. Get out. It's work." "Yanako." "What?" "I don't feel good.

With that said, the man in the hat put his chin on his arms crossed on his knees. The man in armor made a blue streak on his forehead and throbbed the ground with his toes. The soldiers behind are holding their weapons all at once, threatening the man in the prison.

"... Don't playfully. If you take a very arrogant attitude."

The man in the hat stared at the soldiers.

"What do you do if you take it? You can like Oira when you are there?" "Do you think you can't?" "Would you like to try it or die?"

The man in the hat smiled grinly and turned his forefinger upright. The magic of the surroundings swirled, and the wind stood, shaking the soldiers' cloaks without windows. The soldiers breathe. The man in black armor tied his mouth to the letter and stared at the man in the hat for a while, but eventually made a tongue tap and raised his chin. The soldiers unraveled their weapons, turned their heels, and stopped making violent footsteps.

The man in the hat waved his forefinger, which was stretched out. The shackles come off and roll on the floor. I picked it up with two fingers and released it far away. Look dimly at the ceiling. The torch's fire shook the shadows on the ceiling.

When the man shrank, he wiped his tears from his eyes with his fingertips and sighed lonely.

"... Percy, Sati ... Bell ... Is everyone fine?"

Muttering that, he tilted his mountain hat toward his face.

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The soon-to-be-harvested spring wheat was gradually turning golden in color, and the ears were growing in weight and swaying in the wind. Bergliff touched the ears with one hand and checked the weight and fruitiness. Not bad this year. The harvest seems to be looking forward now.

The harvest from the mountain will soon increase. Mountain grapes, rock cowberry, akebi, mushroom. If you are lucky, you can get natural honey. Mountains that you usually enter alone often come with young people at this time. However, now that Duncan has arrived and given countermeasures against the monsters, it seems that young people are increasingly going to the mountains themselves.

The village is busy going up and down in preparation for the Autumn Festival. Prepare fuel for harvesting spring wheat, harvesting beans, and making preserved food. Making livestock feed during the winter ... Bergrif is not only in his own field, but also in helpers. The same goes for Duncan.

As he was thinking about this and his work in his head, Mito walked down and clung to his feet. Long hair is bundled behind your head because the scissors do not pass.

"Old man ..." "N"

Bergliff raised Mito.

"What happened? How old is it?"

Looking at Mito's point, Graham faced Marguerite with a wooden sword. Marguerite, who is usually irreverent to hold a sword, looks at the machine with a serious expression, apparently nervous against Graham.

The elf's pupil was now completely familiar with Tornella. Although they did not define it as a haven, the presence of Mito does not seem to allow Graham to move here for some time. Marguerite seemed to realize his lack of power in a series of turmoil, and while Graham was retrained, went into the forest with Bergliff and others, trying to gain the basics of exploration. Growing up in the woods, the woods viewed as mere elves and the woods viewed as adventurers seemed to have different perspectives, and Marguerite seemed to be enjoying themselves.

He behaved as though he had no thoughts in the wilderness, but seemed to think occasionally, sometimes walking alone on the outside plains. The annoyed look at that time seemed terribly fleeting, with the neat features of the elf race.

Belgryph, on the other hand, has reduced his number of sword-waving exercises as he used to. Early morning and evening swings are indispensable, but now meditation and breathing exercises are increasing. In the forty-three cases, it was certain that training the body was no longer directly related to ability. However, even if they train hard, they can only stop the decline at best. Rather, if you are young and overwork your body, you may end up hurt.

Graham's response to the sword and the efficient use of magic within the body helped to push the Belgryph, who had been unable to move forward, one step further. From a dynamic sword to a more static sword, although not apparent from the glance, Bergryf himself felt a certain change.

Berglyph thought it was ironic. From the time I was fighting adventurers, I felt stifled by my talent as an avant-garde. However, losing his legs forced him to use a different sword. It is going to flower like this.

When he saw Marguerite being beaten by a wooden sword by Graham, Bergliff laughed as he clenched. Such a strong Marguerite looks like a sword novice on Graham. Mito looked at a mysterious face and pointed at it.

"Grandfather and Marie, how are you fighting?" "Yes, maybe it's a bit different from fighting." "But it seems ..."

Bergriff re-holded the falling mito.

"Now, one job. Mito, what do you want to do? Do you come with your dad? Are you with me?"

Berglyph walked beside the field, holding Mito. Seeding songs and cultivated songs come and go.

We have to dig up the potatoes planted in spring. Potatoes are one of the most important staples along with wheat. It grows well even in the cold region of Tornella. Put a hoe and dig it and put the potatoes in the basket. It's a familiar job, but a squatting job. You have to stand up and stretch your hips from time to time to make it longer.

Beside the Bergglyph digging potatoes, Mitto sat down and glanced in the air. Some insects seem to be flying, and I'm following it with my eyes.

A cricket suddenly jumped out. When he found it, he caught it with his hand and threw it into his mouth. Bergriff looked at her sideways, frowned, and went to Mito.

"Kora mito" "n" "Isn't it saying that you can't eat up?" "Mu" "Did you think you didn't watch? No!" "Uh ..."

Mito seemed reluctant, but nodded small. Bergliff sighed. Looking at these places, I think that Mito is not a human. It is not limited to insects. Sometimes, during meals, you can bite on a dish with food, or you can eat leaves, branches, and stones in the garden. Every time, she seems to be an infant and seems to be unable to get through.

The villagers are fond of thinking that Mito is an ordinary abandoned child, but they do not know how they react when they see such a scene. If you are a weird child, you can laugh at it, but you don't want to be repelled as a stranger. The Berglyphs, therefore, always stuck to these parts of Mito and did not play them alone or leave them to anyone other than those who knew about Graham and Duncan.

It is unlikely that he will be able to hide indefinitely, and what to do when he is exposed under a white day, his troubles are not exhausted, but Mito is completely harmless except for such bad food. Innocent, curious and cute. Although the behavior is a little younger than it looks, the villagers are well-loved.

"I can only do it ..."

Berglyf muttered and dumped the dug potato into the basket. Mito glanced at her sideways eyes, closing her eyes and swaying from side to side.

"Oops, Bell."

Duncan suddenly appeared in a stride. Bergliff raised his face toward the ground.

"What's going on?" "It's about to be a lunchtime soon. Kelly and we should be together." "Oh, it's already such a time ..."

Indeed, the sun is closer to the zenith when you look up. The basket is also full of potatoes if you notice.

"Yeah, let's go. Mito, come on."

As Bergriff called, Mitto walked over. Bergliff put the basket of potatoes beside the field and picked up the mito.

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"The Tornella marriage hunting party is likely to fail ..."

In the guild lobby, Angeline mumbled down at a table. The man sitting opposite shook his head.

"I don't know what I was thinking, but you're sorry." "... Ed, don't you know any good bride candidate?" "No, I don't know. Roughly, a bride candidate. Isn't she a groom? "" I'm not me ... my dad ... "

In Angeline's words, a man called Ed shook his head.

"Are you your father, do you have a wife?" "Yeah ... I'm a picked up child ..." "Hey"

The man called Ed nodded with fun.

The man who cut short dark brown hair near black and rolled a bandana is called Edgar. He was a former Lionel party member and was one of those from the Imperial City. He is also an active adventurer in the Imperial City and ranks AAA. Even after returning to the Orphen guild, Lionel has supported Lionel by moving around in all directions, including front lines and negotiations. Angelin didn't have much of a range of activities, so he came here and talked lightly, but this is the first time he's sitting down and chatting with him.

Angelin's search for a bridegroom for Berggryph had already been stalled because no one's willingness to get married. Angeline himself hasn't given up yet, but not everyone is fine, but women who seem to be "this person" are all over the place and have stopped going binary or ternary.

Angeline, who had hoped her mother could do it, was completely discouraged, and this time she seems to be complaining about the people she meets. Edgar said, sipping flower tea.

"Is Anger's father a" red demon "? What is the same in my generation?" "Ed, how old are you?" "Forty years this year. Together with Rio. I'm too old ... "

Edgar said so and entrusted himself to the back of the chair. He looked young at a distance, but when he saw it, he looked seriously and noticed that the wrinkles around his eyes were noticeable and his hair was beginning to mix with white things.

"And how many fathers are there?" "43 this year ..." "Hmm, Gili is the same generation. You were an adventurer?" "Yeah ..."

Angelin rinsed flower tea. Edgar swam as he thought.

"..." Akaoni "Hey, I've never heard of it. Have you ever been an adventurer with an orphan?"

Edgar groaned with his arms crossed. It looks like he's looking for something to come up with, but in the first place, the nickname was created by Angelin on his own, so it's hard to come across. Angeline fluttered his eyes.

"What kind of people are famous for Ed's generation ...?" "Oh, yes, yes. There were a lot of strong people, but the first one was" Hao Sword ". Rio is also S rank. However, the shadow was faint thanks to the fact that he was around the same time, although he left Orfen early, "Imperial capital?" "Unny, I heard that he left Rhodesia. I went to the eastern federal, not a diss., Or somehow. I don't know the exact place because of the rumors. "" Which is stronger with my dad ...? "" No, I don't know ... your father is so strong. ? "" Stronger than me ... "" ... That's amazing "

Edgar scratched his cheek with a dry laugh. Angelin's abilities are the only adventurers around Olfen. The killing of the Demon King is also widely known, and even those who have actually made light adjustments have understood it better as those with more abilities. Even if you collect all the principals' adventurers, it is certain that counting from the top is the faster adventurer.

Angeline is a man he praise. It is good to hear from the former S rank soldiers who have returned. It's a matter of being interested in it. Edgar struck his cheek with a mysterious face.

"Why don't you find such a terrible person in the northern frontier ..." "I'm protecting my hometown ... I have a father, so Tornera is safe ..." "... Your hometown is also in war with the elf ? "

At that time, there was a call from the reception. Edgar responded, bowed to Angelin, "Jay," and stood up.

Angeline drank the remaining flower tea and leaned deeply on the chair. Look around without any consideration. The building is still very busy today, with adventurers coming in for requests and people bringing in requests. With so many people, Angelin wondered if he could wait.

I am in the process of applying for a vacation now. Unlike in the past when monsters were mass-produced, there should be no need to feel free to take a vacation, but in the process of aiming for an independent guild form, there are various systems in place, S rank adventure When it comes to holidays for the elderly, it seems impossible to give a two-reply response, albeit formally, and it is waiting in the lobby in this way.

Angeline rubbed her hands with boredom. Charlotte and Byak are entrusted to Anessa and the chat with Edgar, who has been on a break, is over and he will never go. But I can't move, so I sit silently.

In such a case, it is limited to playing with imagination. I'll go back to Tornella once I get my vacation. I will decide whether to return to Orphen before winter or to go back to spring after winter and go there. I have decided to apply for a vacation for two months, but I do not want to protect it. And if you didn't keep it, there shouldn't be any problems.

When I return to Tornella, I first introduce Charlotte and Bjalak. Your dad will be surprised, but he will be warmly greeted. With Bergryf, Charlotte will not be lonely, and Bjak's navel will heal.

Then we go into the mountain to get rock cowberry. Collect mountain grapes, akebi and mushrooms. If you're lucky, you might catch a egret bird. Surely harvest of potato should be over. How about harvesting spring wheat? If the harvest is finished, the bread is baked with fresh flour. The kneaded dough can be broken into small pieces and boiled. If sheep's meat is there, along with the cryo ...

"Huh ... fun"

Angeline laughed alone. A young adventurer party passed by with a suspicious look.

While playing in the forest of imagination, the receptionist eventually heard a voice. Angelin stood up. Yuri smiled and put out documents at the counter.

"Yes, please check and if you are satisfied, please sign here."

Angelin runs the pen without any confirmation and returns the document to Yuri. There is now credibility that the Orphen guild can't do anything like deception. It's a bit more tense to say that the sign that was done is one sign.

"Various procedures were troublesome ..."

Yuri nodded in trouble.

"I'm sorry, but as a guild there's no problem, but no matter what the financing aristocrats are going to get their maximum strength out of, they have to be noisy and have to take a reluctant pose." I'm a human too. It's not a device to kill the monsters. When I rest, I rest. "" Yeah, I think it's okay. Rio will do the trick. "

Angelin giggled, imagining Lionel with a blue face.

"The guildmaster is too weak ..." "Huh, Rio is originally timid. So it can be said that he has survived." "Yeah ..." my dad said that he needed some timidity ... Yuri, come and visit Tornella. ''

Yuri laughed in trouble and stroked Angelin's head.

"I'm not talking about that. Enjoy it, Angers."

The story of going to Tornella without a matchmaking has come to be completely accepted. Angelin sharpened her mouth, but she couldn't help taking her. He gave up and turned his heels and went out to go to his usual bar.

The winds are becoming autumn, but the sun still has the smell of summer.