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

The color of the memory is sepia. There are shades, but the colors are not vivid. The wind blowing and the rubbing sound of the leaves swaying like that seemed to be a matter of fact, and it felt like one thin film separated. However, the light of the sun near the zenith leaks from between the leaves, which is extremely dazzling. The child narrowed his eyes and blinked constantly.

There was someone behind the backlight. She was like a woman. He has a pale face, but looks like he sees something dear. It looked painful. There was a sound of high-pitched breathing. Good-looking clothes are worn out and are often spotted and worn out. There were tear marks on the cheeks.

"I'm sorry ... please ..."

The woman muttered to pray, and laid a plait of dried herbs on her child. The wind shook the child's hair. The woman gently kisses her cheek and smiles lonely. It seems as if he spares.

--What's wrong?

Said the child. But the mouth did not move well. The sound that doesn't fit with the voice leaks from the back of the throat. The woman took a deep breath and looked around.

"Before being detected ..."

I mutter and put my hand on my chest. However, he looked down at his regret.

"Okay ... surely someone ... a good person will be with you"

I thought she was shimmering like a haze, and she was gone. The wind blew a lot, and the trees were turning red.

How long has passed. The sun is warm, but the wind is cold. I felt so lonely that I was alone, and the child frowned and cried in the sorrow that came up. There was a noise separating the saga and the bushes. Someone came while stepping on fallen leaves and hay.

"... what a well"

A warm hand lifted the child. I am very relieved. Red hair and a confused face appeared in his black eyes.

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The winter in the city of Olfen has deepened, and the snow has turned white every day. Many times a day, the cleaners come and go and scrape the snow, but in places where it is still too late, the adventurer's guild asks them, and lower-ranked adventurers and small children who earn daily money scoop. I ran around in my hand.

There is a vacant lot in one corner of the slum. There seems to be a building in the past, but it has collapsed due to aging or something, and nothing has been built since the rubble was cleared. A vacant lot that is usually a haunt for tramps and street children, but today many people are lining up. The church is taking the lead and cooking the slums.

As the snow flickers, the stew is boiled in a large pot, accompanied by hard-baked sliced bread. People who usually chill in the stalls and on the streets ate their warm meals after a long absence.

"Yes, don't go sideways! It's still gone!"

Rosetta exhaled and said, Sisters walk away from the stew, and people surround a fire that is set to warm. Everywhere, a white breath rose, and the children, whose nose and cheeks were red, shouted at the stew, whispering. A Bergliff, holding a bundle of firewood, walked as if sewing between people.

"Mr. Rosetta, where should I put the firewood?" "Ah, Bergliff! Thank you! Well, put it here!"

At the point where Rosetta pointed, Bergliff dropped the rags and firewood. The fire under the large pot is fierce. The shaking fire doesn't stand, but the heat seems to be enough. Bergliff put some firewood on top. Charlotte stirs to keep the pan from scorching. It's like putting on a monk's cap until the eyebrows are hidden, just like hiding his face. Her hair is also pinched and hidden under the hat.

Charlotte, who had been worried about selling Solomon speeches and selling bills in favela, wanted to make up for his guilty deception in some form. At first he was trying to give back the money, but he couldn't tell who was buying it, and many of them came out high because he was a girl. Therefore, by donating the money they had not used to the church and having them cook based on it, they are trying to get rid of the sins to some extent. However, the appearance of the albino is outstanding. It doesn't make any sense to have a strange quirk, so I'm doing my disguise in this way.

Charlotte, who had disliked the Viennese religion since being ousted from Lucrecia, was completely abandoned by interaction with Rosetta and other sisters and orphanages. Originally a religious believer, and despite the fact that the noble people of Lucrecia used the tools of politics in the Viennese religion, he came to the conclusion that such a simple religion should not be denied.

In that connection, Bergryf visited church orphanages several times, helped with all sorts of chores, and played with children. I'm helping cook out today. I don't hate this, and I'm used to moving around in the cold because I'm used to it. The church orphanage, with only women and few males, was pleased with this.

Eventually, when the sun fell and the stew completely disappeared, put the snow in a large pot, melt it and wash it lightly.

"Byak, take that."

Byak held the handle on one side of the pot silently. The other side is held by the Bergglyph and lifted. Large pots made of thick iron are heavy. Byak staggered a little, but stepped on both feet as if to be selfish. At that, Bergliff smiled small.

"... what is it?" "No, I don't think I'm working hard, but maybe I should train a little more."

Byak struck his tongue. Take the pot again.

"Hey, you're going to get soot on your clothes like that." "Noisy, fucking dad. Let's go quickly."

With that said, Bjaku began to sway. The Bergryph moves his legs with a laugh. Living together for a while created a strange sense of trust between them. Bak's attitude is still blunt, but his behavior has become less rebellious, and his name has changed from uncle to shit. It seemed to have worsened, but it also meant that some stranger behavior had ceased. It seems that Bergryf and the son of the rebellion were able to do it, and that's something fun. Angeline is a daughter, whatsoever. As a male parent, I feel like I handle it with care. If it's a junkie, I feel it's permissible even if he / she responds a bit wildly. There is a feeling that only men can understand.

It was interesting for the Bergryph to be able to act with something while fighting, rather than being spoiled. As he looked at Jak with such thoughts, Jak turned his eyebrows and looked away. Then he stumbled and grumbled his tongue.

He brought the pot into the kitchen of the church orphanage, washed the pot again and cleaned it up. Other sisters seem to be scattered here and there, preparing for evening worship. In the garden you can hear children playing in the snow. Rosetta smiled happily while brewing tea.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Bergliff. Thanks so much!" "No, nothing like this. That's what Shal has said."

Charlotte, who took off his hat and untied his hair, knitted his hands together with Mojimoji.

"Isn't that ... you've been a little ruined?" "Of course, Shar's feelings will definitely be taken by the Lord God." "Yeah ... Thanks Rosetta, help me.

Bergliff smiled and stroked Charlotte. Bjaku looked down silently.

Drink flower tea and take a break. Angelin and others are out on request. Just because you're a high rank adventurer, you can't just play. Instead, you'll get literally orders of magnitude more rewards than a lower rank adventurer with a single request. Charlotte muttered while cooling the flower tea.

"What are your sisters doing?" "It's not out of the way. I'm with Kasim, and maybe I'll be coming back soon."

He left yesterday and dives into a nearby dungeon. Kasim, who returned to the adventurer to earn his own food, is also with him. Lionel was delighted with the unexpected increase in strength. Rosetta said, pouring in place of the flower tea.

"Speaking of which, isn't Bergryh returning to an adventurer?"

Bergliff thought and opened her mouth.

"I don't have any plans. Which road will I return to Tornella in the spring and I'm wondering if there's any specs when I return."

Even after Kasim arrived at Orphen, of course, he continued to investigate the steps of Percival and Satie. However, no significant information has been obtained so far. It feels like you have your back hair, but Tornella is also an important place for Bergliff. You can't just leave Graham and Mito behind for the sake of your own convenience. Berggriff smiled bitterly, saying that he was too old to think so.

"I see, I'm going home ... I'll be lonely."

Rosetta said and soaked the tea. Charlotte said, looking at it.

"Rosetta likes Dad? Want to get married?" "Nubbu! Gehoge Ho! What do you say!"

Rosetta turned her face red. Bergryf dabbled his forehead.

"Shal, are you saying that to me?" "Because your sister ... Isn't your dad like Rosetta?" "I like that. Rosetta is still young. It's not like I'm an uncle like me. "

Berglyphs are relentless. Not at all upset. Charlotte swelled his cheeks dissatisfied, and rosetta laughed reassuringly, although liking didn't mean that.

In fact, Bergryph's reputation among orphanage sisters is good. However, it was a kind of fuss to see a celebrity unilaterally, and it was different from wanting to get closer and want to know more about people.

Rosetta was initially somewhat conscious of Bergglyph, partly due to Angelin's conspiracy, but apparently not now, perhaps because he realized that Bergglyph had no intention of doing so. Of course, he longed for him, but his feelings for Bergryf were the same as those for his brother and father, separate from his love.

Charlotte sighed a small bit, as if he had been treated to Bergriff's fatherhood. Laughing when the junkie was tight.

"No pulse. It's a death confirmation." "Well ... after all, Sati-san ..."

Charlotte pointed out his mouth. Bergliff laughed in trouble.

"I'm not saying that ..."

The bell that tells the evening was easy to hear. Rosetta rises as if he was surprised.

"I'm sorry, we have to go to worship." And, of course, I'll bring Angers with you at that time. "

The four stood up and cleaned their dishes, Rosetta went to the chapel, and Bergliff went home with Charlotte and Byak.

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The wagon rattles and the cart travels along the highway. A rut remains on the snow, and only that is black soil. It is a two-wheeled horse-drawn wagon. Anessa is holding the reins, and Angelin, Miriam, and Kasim are on a cart. On the side of each of them, there were tusks and scales on the skin and claws of the mutant subdragon. Angelin glanced at the distant Orfen city.

"Arne ... faster." "Don't say anything unreasonable. There are four people on board and they are full of materials."

Angelin was sharp in her mouth. I want to return to Bergliff soon. He grumpyly deposited his back on the edge of the cart, and muttered abruptly.

"... What's for dinner?"

I can't help but imagine my father waiting at home. Miriam said while rubbing the sub-dragon's huge fangs with her palm.

"I wondered what kind of variant it was, but it wasn't that big of an opponent." "Yes. But it would have been a bit tight in the lower ranks. No ... Kassim-san did, too. "" Hehe, I didn't do anything for Oira. You guys are strong. "

Casim grinned and positioned the bowler hat. There are many dungeons near Orfen near where magical powers are likely to gather, and there are several high-ranking dungeons. Dungeon exploration is a fundamental task in collecting materials, and defeating monsters in the dungeon also has the effect of preventing the monsters from overflowing there. The number of adventurers needed, and that was why the city flourished with adventurers.

The request this time was to subdue the mutant beast that appeared in the lower rank dungeon. The Adventurer Guild has a long history of keeping a list of the characteristics and weaknesses of each beast, based on records of the adventurers fighting. It ranks the dangers of monsters, etc., and uses this as a guide to the difficulty of the request. The danger of such things could not be judged, and for the time being, it was often the case that a skilled adventurer was asked to defeat and judge the degree of danger. This is the kind of request. It wasn't a big deal for them, though.

"But it's so inspiring to dive into the dungeon with Bell's daughter." "I'm glad I can fight with my dad's friend ..." "I remembered the fun of having a party." "Hey, Kasim-san. What role did Bell play at the party? Did you play with the" Haou sword "people? "

Miriam says that Casim twisted his beard as he thought.

"That's right. Percy did the basic avant-garde. It felt like Bell or Sati would be there in a timely manner. But Sati might have been more frequent. , "Bell was often next to me." "Is it a swordsman?" "Yes, that's an interesting place on the bell. He had a great eye for his eyes. The bell was always the first to react to an unexpected event, and the bell gave instructions when dealing with a large number of beasts. It was Bell who was in the back defense quickly. In short, it was like a chief of staff or an assistant. "" I see. Bell also noticed something unusual during the Bordeaux turmoil before. Have you returned to the mansion I wish Helvetica's who was survived was do it I mon "," so ...... What it, so she pretty advanced things. Unreasonable if not a compelling calm "

Kasim nodded to Anessa's words.

"Yeah, it's inconspicuous, but it's where the importance goes up as the rank goes up. There are many people who don't understand the importance of the lower ranks like flurry, start-ups, in fact, lower ranks That's because there are many parts that can be managed without such a position. ''

Yes, Angelin nodded. It seems that there were many cases where defeating lower-ranking monsters and collecting materials could be managed with just momentum without a proper strategy. However, since I was in the higher rank, I gradually felt the limitations of one person. I decided to have a party with Anessa and Miriam at the guild's intent, and it seemed to me to appreciate that.

"But when the rank goes up, the momentum alone doesn't help ..." "Yes, so Bell did what the higher ranks do from the lower ranks, so I don't understand that. They seemed to be pretty evil, and they seemed to have walked across the parties.I guess that's because of his low self-esteem ... "" "Dad is terrific." "Search for enemies, watch out behind you, keep track of the situation.

Kassim laughed at Anessa's shoulder.

"Well, now your role is the same, Arne."

Anessa happily dyed her cheeks because she was told that she had a role similar to that of a Bergglyph she longed for. Even in the current party, Anessa often looks down at the battle situation. Angelin swelled his cheeks uninteresting.

"... I'll be observing again from now on." "No, no, if you go down, who's going forward ..." Hey, you're different from Bell, Angers. ''

Angelin sharply pointed at her mouth and poked at Laughing Casim.

"How is it different ..." "Well ... first of all, Bell is very nice. He's very nice. He's calm, he's always stepping down and looking at things calmly. Everyone was pretty strong and I often got into a quarrel, but every time I got a bell in between and I was dismissed.

Kassim grinfully looked at Angeline.

"And Anger. You're unfriendly, sloppy, stubborn, and totally different." "Gum ..."

Angelin bitten her lips with remorse. Kassim laughed with satisfaction and poked Angelin.

"But, well, it's definitely better than that!"

Miriam giggled.

"Bell was like Dad from that time on." "Maybe. Looking at Anger, I think Belle is really a good father."

Immediately, Angelin felt better and held Kasim's shoulders.

"Yes, you know Mr. Kasim well ..." "Huh. If you have the chance, you should dive into the bell and dungeon once.

Casim told Angeline that he was walking in the woods with Bergliff as a child. Just remember that the Bergryf was behind me, and I was really relieved.

But Angelin reassured that Kasim's sense of security might be a little different. When I was a child, I felt reassured that my father was nearby. I don't know yet a Berglyph that you can rely on purely as an adventurer. The sword technique is safe, but from Kasim's point of view, it is apparently not due to the sword's arm. Angelin put his cheek on the edge of the cart.

"Dad, I guess I'm not going to come back ..." "I'm going back to Tornella in the spring, so I guess I'm not going to do it." "But Kasim is back to come to Tornella together ..."

Anessa shook her head.

"No, Kasim is a former S rank, and his achievements are not enough. Even if Mr. Bell is a great person, he will start from a lower rank without visible achievements." It's okay ... Orphen's guild can't go against me "" Oira will surely be able to talk to him. He'll be sure to recommend him to the return group. Bell's name is among Orphen adventurers Nobody complains, "Wow, abuse of authority. I love that!"

Anessa sweated coldly between the three laughing.

"I'm really serious !?" "I'm serious ... then my father will join this mask ..." The strongest party is born! "

She laughed, saying that Miriam was silly. Kasim shrugs, laughing.

"Well, he seems to never return to his character." "... Why? I'm glad if my dad is invited." "Well, I'll be glad. But Bell is serious. But I don't think I would hate to go one step further on a recommendation from a person, wouldn't it just mean that someone who is seriously working from the lower ranks would be ridiculous? "

Indeed, it is easy to imagine what Bergryf says. Berggryph is very stubborn in that respect. No matter how much Angelin says, he won't shake his head.

"... I don't want to be stubborn from the lower ranks at Orphen again, right?" "I guess. Bell thinks Tornella is his place, right?"

Angelin remembered that when he returned home, he was told on the bed. I would like to have my low self-esteem, but I am sure that the simple Belgriff personality who loves her hometown and can make her own sense is also very good for Angelin. Hold your knees and sigh. I felt sorry and proud of such a Bergryf in my heart.

"... but that serious place is also my father's good place" "Oh! Mons that helped the oilers," "Yeah ... Percy and Sati, what are you doing?" But I don't even know, I'll look for it without any hassle. For the time being, Oira is relieved just to see Bell. Now she's happy to do anything. "

Kassim laughed at that. As the sun went down, the carriage entered the city of Orphen. Return to the guild and submit the materials for assessment and receive a commission. He separated from Anessa and Miriam and went home with Kasim.

People come and go from work and watchmen soldiers come and go, and there are good smells from buildings and stalls. As I approached my house, Angelin's face became loose, though I thought she was still too early, her chest squealing, and she was fast walking up the wooden steps.

Light from the lamp leaks from the gap in the door as streaks. I twisted my hand on the doorknob.

"I'm back!"