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

It was raining. After hitting the ground, splashes are flying. There are puddles all over the place, and the feet of people who go and go are fast.

The red-haired boy was waiting for the rain to pass by the overhanging eaves. Wet with sudden rain, water drips from bangs, and wipes it many times with hands. It's nice because it's summer, but clothes that are wet but strangely warm with body temperature are uncomfortable. The basket in my hand is filled with freshly picked herbs. The boy looked at it and sighed in trouble. Grasp the wand of the other hand again.

Eventually the rain weakened. It hasn't stopped completely, but it's not as low as flooding. The boy walked out of the eaves slowly. Every time an unfamiliar prosthesis touched the ground, his body wobble and had to be supported with a cane.

A group of adventurers of the same generation who passed each other laughed, pointing the boy with his back finger.

"I'm a perpetual herb collector." "I don't feel sorry.

The boy bit his lips and speeded his feet. However, since it is a prosthesis, there is not much speed. Suddenly, the boy turned around because he was called in a familiar voice. A boy with brown hair ran up. The red-haired boy looked a little surprised, but soon smiled at his heart.

"It's been a long time. It looks fine." "Yeah ... you too ..."

He stopped his eyes on his right prosthesis. The red-haired boy laughed as he clenched.

"Are you doing well as before? Well, you guys wouldn't be worried." "... What about you?"

The brown-haired boy mumbled his mouth and lowered.

"Oira ... Oila, I'm glad you came back ... but I'm sure they'll be happy too." "Hey, I don't want to be in my hands."

The red-haired boy grinned, rang the ground with his right prosthesis.

"I can't be used as a decoy in this situation ... I guess you've reached rank B? Isn't there a break to a higher rank? I'm sorry to pull my leg" "But ... but ... … "

The red-haired boy gently stroked the brown-haired boy with a crying face.

"Don't make such a face. If you're doing well, that's okay." "But ...

The red-haired boy laughed annoyingly and showed his basket.

"I'm on the way. I need to go to the guild."

The red-haired boy pounded on the shoulders of the brown-haired boy.

"Well, do it fine.

Before asking for a reply, the red-haired boy turned his heels and started walking. Every time the vibrations through the prosthesis resonated with my body, I felt that my right foot, which should not be there, hurt. In the background, you can see the brown-haired boy standing and looking at himself. The hand holding the cane was full of strength.

"... What do you do with jealousy? You probably knew your limits."

I muttered to tell you. When I faced the brown-haired boy, and when I exchanged words and remembered the faces of the former party members, the black emotions that tingled at the bottom of my chest were unpleasant. Holding it down, I was tired of being a lie-like smile.

It may be the tide.

The red-haired boy walked towards the guild, unaware of the growing rain.

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When I took a big breath and exhaled slowly, it drifted white and heavy, and melted into the air with a gentle force, as if I didn't want to collapse. The morning was getting cold. The farming work has largely settled down, and it is enough to clear up the remaining details. It was already frosty at night, and it seemed like the best winter spear had arrived at Tornella. The snow may fall.

On an early morning hill, where the sun had not yet risen, Bergliff sat down on a stone and calmed down. He looks at a distance with his half-eyed eyes without seeing anything, and drops his consciousness on his breathing. The cold air seems to pierce the skin crisply, but gradually it doesn't matter, and you can feel breathing and breathing for a long time. It was then clearer that warm things swirled in the body. The boundary between the body and space became ambiguous, and my body seemed to change shape.

Graham says that as events change, sorcery also increases in quality and quantity. Akatsuki. In other words, it is the moment when it changes from night to morning. At night the magical power in the atmosphere becomes denser and melts with the light of the sun. The practice of taking that magic into the body by breathing has been practiced here and there.

It is said that if you become a master, you can feel an infinite breath. However, Bergriff had not yet reached that territory. Originally, at the time of swinging, I was conscious of the whole body sensation like half meditation, so I was able to grasp the sensation itself quite early. I am deepening it now, but if I can master it soon, I will not take care of it. I just stood at the start.

A bit further away from the meditating Bergglyph, Marguerite and Duncan were sitting in the same way, but seemed to be unable to concentrate and occasionally shrugged. Graham was walking away from them. My back is wearing a mito that is about to end. Shaking to ease, Mitto said something to me.

Eventually, the sun shined, and the frost on the leaves of the grass glistened. Bergliff stood up and stretched. The vague border between body and space quickly returned and shook in the cold of the morning.

"It's cold. Let's go back."

Marguerite stood up as he couldn't wait.

"Ah ... it's difficult. Well, are there any bells or tricks?"

Marguerite tied his mouth and dyed his cheek. Bergliff smirked.

Take him down the hill and return to the village. Until recently, the spring wheat field, whose golden ears had swayed, had been completely harvested and plowed, turning brown. Here, potatoes and beans will be planted next spring. Another field is covered with autumn wheat.

Already every house was awake and was rushing around. There is a sound of water and the knife hitting the cutting board. In the square, peddlers and caravans raised tent cloths and lined up items.

Today was the autumn festival. This year the hawkers had to wait until the festival, due to a sudden delay in work due to unexpected rain, which seemed to be fun. The village also had a slightly early festival atmosphere, and children and young people welcomed it.

Duncan approaches the Bergliff, who was walking around looking around.

"It's early." "Oh, it's fast ... winter is coming."

According to the calendar, thick clouds flow from the north and cover the sky approximately two weeks after the Autumn Festival, and the winter of Tornella begins with snow. Mysteriously, it did not change every year. That's why the Tornella people were desperate each year to finish their work by the Autumn Festival. Duncan was silent for a while, but then said small.

"It's hard to say, so it's like this ..." "Huh?" "... I'm going to leave a certain village."

Berglyph tilted his head.

"That's sudden." "Ha ... it's too cozy ... I've decided not to decide what to leave ... but there are still a few people I want to see." … Because it won't be able to come out in the winter ”“ Yes. I thought there was something when Mary said that he was going out, but at that time I could n’t say… ”“ Haha, there is no specification …… Hannah "Is it okay?" "I'm talking about ... I wonder if I'm going to finish my next trip" "Huh ... Did you say you want to wait?"

Duncan scooped and scratched his head. Bergliff smiled and knocked on Duncan's shoulder.

"Can't you wait too long?" "I'll do good."

Duncan smiled shyly. Bergliff thought he would be lonely. Return home and prepare for breakfast. Warm up the rest of the stew last night, stretch out the dough that you knead before going outside and bake it on an iron plate.

Bergliff looked around the house. If you think about it, you've got used to a lively life with lots of weather. Marguerite and Duncan. When the two noisy people disappeared at once, he smiled bitterly that the house was going to be terrible. Graham and Mito and myself are too quiet. Mito jumped on his back and climbed up. It is lighter than a packed potato basket and its barefoot feet are cool.

"Oto ..." "Oh, my feet are cold, Mito."

Berglyf laughed, holding Mitto's foot in his hand. Mito buried his face in Bergriff's hair and breathed.

"Old man smells ..." "What are you doing ... Look, I'll cook rice."

It's the usual dining table, but if there are two departures, I feel sad. Marguerite dipped in the stew of the thinly baked bread and glanced somewhat deeply.

"Would you say goodbye to this taste for a while ... ah, I feel like it's been so long." "Hahaha, it's very fast, once you pass, Marie." "Well, west. It feels more like a home than a forest.

Berggriff, who was wiping Mito's mouth, looked up. Marguerite was shy.

"Thank you for everything. I might have had a hard time coming here ..." "Haha, you've managed to get it." I don't understand the common sense of the person, I don't know that. Someone might have been deceived ... "" Huh, that might have led to studying? But at least I'm with you It was fun, Marie "" Hey, hehe ... "

Marguerite scratched his cheeks shyly. Then hit your knees.

"Okay! Then, if Sati finds the elf, he'll bring him to Tornella!" "Hey, hey ... separately," "What's shy!"

Marguerite smiled and poked the Bergryph. Bergliff smiled bitterly. Graham sighed as if she was stunned.

"Don't get in the way, Marguerite ... the south is completely different from this village. You'll be scooped with your floating mind." "I know, I know, my big uncle's head is hard ..."

Berggriff and Duncan laughed aloud, and Marguerite dyed his cheeks and sharpened his mouth.

After finishing the meal, I left the house and went to the square. Already crowds are gathering, and the gypsy music is ringing, and young people are carrying the statue of the main god Vienna from the church. Father Maurice calmly turned left and right, often shouting hysterically. The spectators laughed out loud each time.

Marguerite walks around, pulling Mito's hand and gazing at the merchant's line. Some items may not be found in Elven territory. Merchants seemed surprised by the young elf. As he traveled around the square, Bergligh sought out a peddler or caravan who would send Marguerite. None of the merchants who come to Tornella are malicious, but Marguerite is still an elf. If you are a human, you will be scared. I thought it would be nice if there were someone I knew, but I also think that there is no specification for the degree of face-to-face acquaintance.

Speaking of which, Angelin, who was making a noise when she returned to Autumn, would not return. If he doesn't come back at this time, he may not be back this year. She said she wanted to eat the rock cowberry, but is she busy at work?

While walking while thinking about such a thing, some people said, "Mr. Bergliff!" I saw a blue-haired female peddler I met last year. She came up smiling and bowed down.

"Did you remember? Here, last year ..." "Yes, I remember. My daughter was taken care of ..." "Yes! Angelin is taking care of me too ... I'm glad you remembered it! It looks like Mr Bergberg has been active in Bordeaux! "

The blue-haired merchant laughed and took Berghryf's hand. Berggriff smiles, but holds back with familiarity.

"I'm sorry to know ... I haven't done anything to say that I'm active, but ... do you hear your daughter's rumors over there? You said you're going back to autumn ..." Well, I've only met last year ... I'm sorry. "" Oh, no, I don't mind ... "

Bergliff suddenly wondered.

"How far is it after the Autumn Festival?" "I'm going to Orphen via Bordeaux. I'm pleased with this processed product." "Hmm ... "Is there a wagon? Yes, it's okay. In any case, I often hire escorts when I'm out, so I can afford it."

When she came, she was mingled with caravans, so the costs rose, but she laughed.

"Mr. Bergliff, are you going to go out? If you are as army as you, I'll be happy to get on."

The female hawker said. She is seeing Helvetica's SS defense. Bergliff stroked his beard.

"No, it's not me, but there's someone who wants you to carry it if you like. The sword's arm stands more than me." "Yes ..."

The peddler curled his eyes when he heard that he was better at the Bergryph.

"It's amazing ... what kind of person is it?" "Uh ... oh hey Marie"

Berggriff looked around and found Marguerite and beckoned him. Marguerite came with Mito's hand pulled. The other hand has skewered meat that seems to have been obtained from a village youth.

"What the bell. What's wrong?" "I'm not sure. I know it's fun, but I have to find a person who will take me to the Orphan." "Oh, that's right ... sorry." I guess there's no specification if I apologize to me, then you're angry with Graham? "" U, ugu ... "

The blue-haired merchant made her eyes black and white, alternating between Bergliff and Marguerite.

"E, elf ...? Eh? This person?" "Ah? Who are you?"

Marguerite squinted suspiciously at the blue-haired female merchant. The peddler was terrified and glanced at the Bergryph with a glance. Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"Mary, what do you do with the attitude of selling such a fight. This person is a peddler." "Peddling ... ah! Maybe you're going south !? Carriage ?!" Ah, that's right, will you go with me if you like? I'm confident in my sword, so I'm going to be an escort? "" Huh, uh ... uh ... "

The merchant laughed annoyed and looked at Bergriff.

"Is he better than Bergryf ...?"

Bergliff nodded.

"The behavior is a bit crude, but not a bad girl. I guarantee that it's much safer than hiring a few adventurers there." "Oh, yeah ... uh ... I see! Two days ahead, is it okay? "" Yeah! Thanks! I'm Marguerite! Thank you! "

Marguerite gladly grabbed the hand of a blue-haired female peddler and shook it. The peddler seemed slightly flinched, perhaps because he was an elf, but after seeing Marguerite's innocent smile, he relaxed his expression. Mito looks up with a mysterious face. Marguerite is excited about asking what the southern city is and what the journey will be like. The female peddler grinned, but answered carefully. Bergliff laughed as he cluttered.

A cheer went up in the middle of the square. It seems that the statue of the Lord God was safely put on the table. Gipsy music is getting bigger and people are taking steps here and there. The chief of the village, Hoffman, drew a horse and pulled a horse. He wears gorgeously decorated harnesses and carries a lot of autumn harvest on the cart he is pulling. This horse was left when Angelin returned, but he gave it to Hoffman because he could not afford it at Bergliff. He is now active in Hoffman's field.

Children decorated the deity with carts and flowers. The music of the gypsies is getting bigger, and people are dancing happily and happily here and there in a gentle loop.

Speaking of which, Helvetica came here last year. Somehow it feels like a year is terribly early. Everyday seemed to be a repetition, but it seemed like a lot of happenings. In the spring, Angelin came home and then went to Bordeaux, and when he returned, Duncan was there, Graham and Marguerite appeared, a catastrophe in the woods, Mitto ... and Bergglyph remembered a lot. Was.

"There were various things ..."

Bergliff kicked the ground with his prosthesis. The sun is rising rapidly, and the frost that has fallen in the morning has melted and become wet, but it is now completely dry.

Bergryf roamed around the square, taking in Mitto from the talking Marguerite. Apple liquor is played and a cheerful voice is heard. At first glance, Duncan and Hannah sat side by side, and had some fun talking. Bergliff smiled bitterly. I thought I wouldn't bother to go on a trip again if I was that good. However, Duncan seemed to be bullying within himself for the next step, and he rebuked himself not to say anything extra.

I remember when I traveled. As an adventurer, he traveled around villages, towns and dungeons for requests. He talked with his colleagues, carried his luggage, and fought against sometimes beating monsters, beasts, and bandits. I think there was a role, failure and success, and every day was shining.

Mito pulled her hand.

"Old man, old man" "N"

Graham sat quietly in the corner of the square. It is inconspicuous in the shade of trees. Bergliff took Mito to the side. Graham looked up.

"It's lively" "Haha, every year"

Mito jumped onto Graham and climbed up, riding on her shoulder.

“Grandfather, high…” “…… um”

Bergliff sat down next to Graham and watched the festival. It is already a familiar scene. That's why I feel love. But it was certain that something was missing. It's as if I had just returned to the village and still had the adventurer. Is it yearning for adventure? No, no. It is a thought for the past. I started thinking that I had to be bullied by my past self who had thrown everything out. So now, I remember strangely old things like this. To look forward, do not look back.

"……bell"

Graham said. Bergliff tilted his head.

"What's wrong, Graham?" "It looks like you're worried ..."

Bergliff glanced open, and then stroked his beard in trouble.

"... Did you come. Do you see me?" "... Let's hear if you like, friend.

Berggriff thought for a moment and spoke slowly and fluently as he picked words.

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The man in the hat, laying down, lifted his upper body slowly and lost a lot. Under the thin flesh, the bones snapped. The dungeons didn't shine, so it didn't seem to be day or night. It is full of cold air. But men's clothes are thin and barefoot. Still do not tremble. The man pulled like a beard stroked. It seemed boring.

"... a bad dream"

He mutters, stretches his legs and looks at the ceiling. The torch's flame creates a shadow that resembles a moving creature. When I turned my shoulder, it still squeaked. When you are silent, you can hear the hustle and bustle from above. It seems that a ball will be held soon. Many guests are invited, and beautifully dressed people come and go in a glittering space.

The man muttered that a repulsion was about to occur. The guys ridiculed that the gorgeously dressed were black. I thought the adventurer was much better.

He slept in hopes of dreaming in the past, but it was a nightmare that came to him. I couldn't do that, but I felt the smell of blood sticking deep into my nose. After the days of shine, the status of the strong, desperately grabbed, only called on him to fight. The spirit was exhausted, pessimism increased, and the man became cynical.

I thought that if I had enough power, I could regain those days spent with my friends.

"Where do you end up here? ... oh ..."

The man held his knees and sighed. I tried a lot of things to fill the gaps in my vacant heart, but now I feel like I don't care about everything. Still, I was terribly vacant without doing anything. Under these circumstances, only those memories of the lower ranks were shining in memory. Even when I was about to die, my memories always kept me.

"What should the oilers do to you, Bell ..."

The man picked up the bottle of distilled liquor, none of which was in it. When thrown, he hit the wall over and cracked with a noise. The man lifted his finger, seemingly unblocked, and turned towards the broken bottle. Then, pieces of the broken bottle came up in the air one after another, and they joined together. The jar returns to its original shape. However, when the man finally lowered his finger, he broke into the original debris in the air and fell to the floor again.

"... I've broken it once. I can't help combining it ..."

The man put on his bowler hat again.

At that time, there was a light, small footstep. A figure appeared behind the bar. A girl with dark brown hair, about 12 or 3 years old. She is dressed in a beautiful dress with no stains. It looks like a dungeon made of only cold stones. The man in the hat looked stunned.

"Is it coming again ... I wonder if it's important?" "Because I'm too busy, nobody will come here. The mansion flaps in preparation for the ball.

It sounded like a bell. He seemed elegant and ignorant. The man sighed.

"I wish I was with my fiancee. Is it cold here?" I need to change my mind. Please tell me again. I'd like to go to a dungeon with a dragon. "" ... I'll talk if I bring a drink. "

The little girl stood up, grabbed the skirt and ran toward the steps, turning around as I remembered.

"I'll bring you right now! Don't sleep!"

Then he went up the stairs. The man in the hat rolled on his back, seemingly embarrassed, and put his mountain hat on his face.