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

The red-haired boy, with a slightly nervous look, put his hand on the handle of his sword. Under the blue sky, over a grassy plain, many monsters swarm and growl. On the boy's side, adventurers of all ages faced the demon with their own benefits. However, there seem to be many young people. That's supposed to be the case, and the adventurers who came here were mostly C ranks. The number is quite large.

It was a joint defeat request. A large number of humanoid monsters were generated and overflowed from the dungeon. Not a high rank monster. That is why the guilds formed a subjugation squad, gathering adventurers and parties up to rank C for the experience of lower rank adventurers.

"Hey, it's not going to be cool this time!"

The red-haired boy fell down, told by a strong adventurer standing next to him.

He had joined an adventurer's party since the beginning of the moon. They were just starting out and were looking for guilds.

The red-haired boy was walking across several parties. He himself was a good sword and moderate in his swords, but he was able to observe and observe the war situation due to innate prudence, as well as preparation and precautions more than average.

However, he's a swordsman aside from a rear guard, such as an archer or wizard. Getting out and serving is the most important role. Because of that mess, the boy was rated bad at every party and did not stay long. The same goes for the current party. The bloody runaway adventurers don't take a step back and see what's going on, but they don't even think about it. In fact, requests for lower ranks are often overwhelmed. Rather, a red-haired boy who first asks for his opponent was labeled a coward and had already begun to be harassed at the party.

A high rank adventurer with a guild leading the whole advanced the subjugation squad. The demon beasts also raise the mushroom and push it forward. The adventurers excitedly raised their weapons and ran out to get more credit.

"Let's go, Ora!"

The party to which the red-haired boy belongs also pushes ahead. A red-haired boy is running, but a little late. The first spears collided, and in a blink of an eye, they appeared to be in a mixed battle. Weapons collided with each other, arrows fluttered, and the magic shimmered. Screams and screams echo. The red-haired boy didn't come out long before, trying to figure out what was going on around him, defeating the beasts emerging from the blind spots of other adventurers.

Adventurers are crazy about killing enemies in front of them. The fact that only lower-ranking beasts do not take much effort to defeat seems to be accelerating the rush of wild boars. Defeating will lead to rank promotion, and the rating will increase. It is different from a commanded soldier anyway, the result is everything, whatever you like. Probably, no one but the boy noticed it.

"……! Unpalatable!"

The red-haired boy rushed to the right wing. A group of demon beasts that had detoured largely headed straight from the side of the subjugation squad.

As he ran, the red-haired boy looked for a commander. However, the stealing of the adventurers who were rampaging individually turned out to be far from it. Moreover, I can't reach my voice because I'm far away.

"――That's here! It's coming from the side!"

Still, the red-haired boy shouted with his sword. A few nearby adventurers looked at him and, astonished, armed with weapons, intercepted the oncoming demon. They seemed to have taken the lead but managed to avoid a surprise attack.

How long has passed, the battle has ended with the victory of the subjugation squad. Although not without danger, there are few deaths and serious injuries. Some moaned at the pain of the wounds, but many were drunk with victory and hummed.

The red-haired boy breathed big, leaning his sword on his cane. Eventually, only the first time he managed to deal with the enemies on the sides, then other adventurers who noticed were active. If that happens, the number of demon beasts will matter. The commander was struggling to steer the front line, and the red-haired boy's achievements are not known to others.

There, the boy party leader came angry.

"Temee, did you flee alone?" "No, I'm ..." "I'm sorry! I don't need to use it anymore! Get out as much as you can today!"

The leader angry at his shoulders, leaving him with no ears to hear. The boy shrugged. Either way, that party wouldn't have been long. The boy smiled bitterly, saying he wouldn't want to do his own bad job.

"Nah"

There was a call to the boy who was going home. He saw that a boy of the same age, with hay color, was looking straight at him. The red-haired boy was a little rushed and glanced. There is no sign of anyone else.

"... I?" "Oh, you're amazing" "Huh ... what?" "What ... It's a surprise attack on that side. You've noticed well." "

When I thought he was praised, he was somewhat shy and no words came out. The hay-colored boy struck his boy's shoulder with a cheerful smile.

"I like it! You want to join our party?"

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It's night. The streets are lit with lights, and people rushing home are coming and going. After the sun went down, the breeze became a bit cooler than a cool breeze, and I felt like wanting another layer of clothes. In the daytime, Angelin wandered around and bought various items, preparing to return home. Departure in a few days. Make a plan and pack your luggage so that you won't get lost. You can't forget souvenirs.

Angeline was happy, uplifting, and laughing, and couldn't return, just as she prepared her clothes and lined up her souvenirs.

"Huh, huh ... come back ... wait, rock cowberry ..."

Seeing Angelin laughing in front of the souvenirs lined up, Biak frowned.

"I'm becoming a pervert, Temee."

She sighed, saying she became even more stupid when it came to her father. Charlotte is as happy and laughing as Angeline, in contrast to Baku, who looks so affectionate. It's a pleasure to go to Tornella and it feels like there are no specifications.

Charlotte picked up a colored wool scarf. I bought a ball of yarn and knit it myself. While living in Lucrecia, Charlotte gladly said that what she learned as a part of her education was so useful.

"Sister! Will this muffler and father be pleased?"

Byak sighed.

"Temey's father is that red-haired father? What's good?"

Angelin and Charlotte all saw Bjack. Bak shrugged involuntarily at the piercing, serious gaze.

"Byak-kun ... you will surely find out if you meet your dad." "Yeah! Your hands are so warm!" "You'll only meet a little ..."

Nevertheless, Bjak was wondering what this insult was, and he was somewhat interested in what the Bergryph was. However, at the same time it seemed scary to meet.

After several intense disciplines, Byak was able to control the Demon King's power at all. It is Maria's statement that unless he fights a great enemy, he will be fine. For this reason, it has been said that refrain from using the 3D magic circle even in the invisible state. Byak's own magical power is not very large, and it is possible to unconsciously connect to the magical power of the demon inside the body by continuing to use the technique that depends on the powerful magical power of the demon king There is. Even if you are suppressed while you are conscious, you will not be able to think about it all the time. Actually, if he had time, he wanted to teach how to build the magic circle efficiently, but he did not have enough time. Bjärk frowned, but apparently would not want to fight unless he had no other reason to fight, he follows quietly.

In some situations, I thought I would not be able to leave Orphen until after the training of Bjalak, but this is safe. Going to Tornella will reduce your chances of fighting, and you won't need to use your magic, as you would at Orphen. Angelin hoped that the strangely skewed nature of Jak would also soften in a calm life. Then she might call her later.

For Charlotte, we don't think we need to rush. Lucrecia's homeland seems to be confused, and if you go to Tornella, the far north of the Principality, there should be no pursue.

I'm a little worried that I haven't been able to train myself as a magician, but even though I'm not good at teaching Miriam, I can teach only the basics. Although Charlotte is the power of the Demon King's jewel, he has experience using magic and is well-educated, so if you borrow a few magic books from Mary, you will be able to practice moderately on your own. At the very least, you only need to protect yourself until you get help.

So Angelin thinks of returning home in a variety of ways, just like Angelin, but it's still the most pleasure to be able to meet Bergliff in the end. Even though he had just returned to early spring, the spirit of nostalgia had already swelled up and seemed to be out of hand.

This time, instead of preparing your own carriage, we will use a riding carriage. By the time of the autumn festival, there should be caravans and peddlers heading for Tornella. We piggyback on it and return to the autumn festival Tornella.

"The perfect plan ... I'm afraid of my talent"

Angelin snorted. Then select the souvenirs. When you buy it, even if you think "this", there are quite a lot if you notice. You can't bring everything, so you have to sort out the best ones. This is fun with this.

Then came Anessa and Miriam, who had been acting differently in the daytime. This is the same for Tornella. Tonight we had a meeting in Angelin's room to discuss the plan. The two entered the room and laughed as if they were stunned by souvenirs that could not be found.

"Wow, I'm really excited again." "I don't have a carriage this time? Can I bring that much?" I'm going to pick you up! "

Then, four girls are choosing souvenirs while saying kyakuya. Aside from Miriam, who often slaps with Angelin, even Anessa, who usually takes a step back and goes to Tsukkomi, was surprised a little.

"Hey ... Hey, Anessa" "Hmm? What's wrong with you?" "... Do you want to see this dad too?" "Belle? Yeah, yeah, yes ... I want to see you. … I'm going to be relieved, Mr. Bell will be there. "

Anessa smiled shyly and scratched her cheek. Bjaku shook his head, leaning silently against the wall.

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An ax shaken vigorously and split the wood in half. Pick it up on the ground with a dry sound and release it to the pile of firewood there.

After lunch, Bergliff silently broke firewood from noon. Fuel during the winter months is an indispensable commodity. I cracked and dried the wood last summer. Even in houses where there is not enough manpower to prepare the wood, there is enough fuel for the whole winter, but no matter how much wood is used. If you take warmth, you have to eat a lot. The extras had to be provided by each house.

With the ax set on the log of the wood splitter, Bergliff stretched his waist. Mito and Graham carry the firewood little by little, transport them to the wood shelf and stack them. Graham holds up a number of them, but only one small mito. While carrying, Mito looked up at Graham.

"Grandfather ... Is this a moy?" "... Um" "Maybe, is it warm?" "Yes ..." "Grandfather, Moyasu, like?" "No ... I don't like it "So what do you hate?" "... No, it doesn't matter what you like or dislike." "I'm sorry ..." "... I'll carry the next, Mito."

Graham said, grabbing the head of Mito, who was unconsciously trying to bite the firewood he had. The Bergglyph who was watching laughed with a smile. Here, Mitto also helped, and was trying to imitate him. It was both smiling and dangerous, and adults were unable to keep an eye on Mito. Because it is younger than it looks and is thin or not human, it is extremely light to hold. It seemed to promote overprotection.

However, the work is largely undertaken by Graham. Silent Graham, along with Mito who also does not speak much, occasionally exchanges quirky conversations, but the Berglyph was funny and lacking specifications.

The heavy rain passed in a day, and the work in the fall was beginning, with some trouble in the mud left behind. In the sun for several days, dry wheat is harvested and beans are harvested. The barley was spread and dried, and the beans were sorted one night at a time to select worms and small ones.

Bean husks are piled up and rotten to make fertilizer. Wheat hulls are used for preserving potatoes and vegetables, and straw and litter beans are used to feed sheep, goats and donkeys. The ingenuity of trying to use everything without wasting it is something that has been passed on from predecessors.

Bergriff breathed up and looked up at the sky. The rain of the other day has cleared like a lie, and the high autumn sky is blue. An eagle or a hawk was drawing a circle, looking for insects or small animals that aimed at them.

Graham walks down the path across the garden. Mito wants to go for a walk. A farmer from the other side greets him with friendliness, and Graham returns with discretion. A cold breeze from the north suddenly stroked Bergliff, who was watching it with a smiling mood. Bergliff shuddered and stood up.

"... because winter is near"

Clean up the ax and clean up the fields. Put away the dead summer vegetable seedlings and spread out the fertilizer that has been lying down since last year. The mito is big enough to walk on his own foot, but when Angelin was a baby, Bergliff thought he would have done this job with his back strapped. Berglyph grinned, saying, "Don't be nostalgic." It may be proof of getting old.

Speaking of which, Angelin, who had been talking about returning to autumn when he left for Bordeaux last time, has not yet heard. I am a little worried that there is no letter. It may be the same, however, because there was no prior notice when I came back.

As a S-rank adventurer, Bergliff nodded alone, saying that there were a lot of things he couldn't imagine. Once I was convinced of myself, I was less worried.

He settled down the field and raised his waist to help somebody, and a young man from the village rushed in from there.

"Hey, Belle!" "Hey, what's up?" "Let's get into the woods with Mary! Then we've caught such a big deer! Help me break it up!" "Hmm, how far did you bring it? "I dropped my neck. After that, I broke my belly and got my internal organs out, and now I'm immersed in the river to drain my blood."

Indeed, Bergryf followed the young man who came to call, thinking that the young people were much stronger.

There is a river outside the village, and water work, which is not enough in a well, is performed there. When I went, a deer whose head was dropped and her belly opened was immersed in the stream of the river. Blood had folded and continued downstream. A young man is sharpening a knife for dismantling. Marguerite stood by the riverside proudly.

"What a bell! It's a big one!" "Oh, that's a big deal."

It was a big fat-ridden idiot, probably eating food for the winter. In this case, if you make dried meat, it will be a considerable amount. The table of the autumn festival will also be gorgeous.

You have to peel it first. It can be used for clothes and rugs if it is carefully tanned so that it is not damaged. Berglyph did not take any action on his own, but instructed in a timely manner, lovingly watching the growth of the young people, praying in his heart to the deer, which gradually turned into meat.