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

A dry, cold breeze blew in with the flora, stroking the people in the riding wagon. No matter how many layers of clothes you wear, cool air will reach your skin as you crawl through the gaps. The people moved in the first place, and those who accompanied them shook themselves.

It was a rare sunny sky in winter. But the wind seemed cold. It seems that the hood alone with the apologetic sword cannot protect the wind. On the contrary, it is cold because it blocks the light.

The wheels make noises on the stones buried in the snow. Each time the carriage moved up and down. The light of the day is shining in the snow.

A woman in the mid-twenty glanced at her waist and stroked her waist and hips with her palms. From the flat face and the characteristic costume that overlaps in front, it is possible to hear that it is a human being in the east. It's not a trouser, so it's not a Tildis but a person around a tie or a bryo. She has a shoulder-length black hair bundled casually and carries a cloth-like spear. I muttered in words with a strong accent.

"I don't know what I'm wearing, my ass hurts, it's cold, and I'm in trouble."

The girl sitting next to the woman said. She is short, and is often mid- to late-teens when she is young. He wears a scarf over a long dark coat and wears a fur hat with fluffy earlobes. The hair you look into is ocher. There was a case like an instrument beside. The woman dissatisfied and sat down again, sighing. Take out the smoke tube from the pocket and pack it with dried tobacco. He put his mouth in his mouth, lighted his fire, breathed in smoke full of his chest and exhaled. It smelled light.

"I'm sorry to be able to work ... but what's sorry for coming to the northern part of winter ..."

The girl shook her body. The woman shook her head.

"Oh, that's it, but what about the salmon hot pot? Why don't you boil the fish?" "The old people said. It's cold, cold, cold, cold."

The girl is muttering like singing. The woman smoked as if she had given up, and struck a chimney on the edge of the carriage to drop the ashes out.

"Even if I speak only the southern language, I don't understand at all." "You still lack rock."

The girl snorted her nose and pumped her gourd. The cheeks are slightly red. A woman opens her eyes.

"Oh, that's my sake!" "The old man said. Your thing is mine. I'm also mine." "Noisy! This dog! Do you! "

The woman picked up the earlobe of the girl's hat. The girl cried. Apparently this was hanging from the girl's head, not from the hat. A beast.

"It hurts, it hurts" "It's because of that damn face, I'm sorry! Give it to me!"

The woman robbed the gourd and breathed. Then he frowned.

"I've drunk all!

The woman grabbed the girl's head and kneaded around. The girl screamed. Another customer is shrinking and looking at them.

The sunlit city of Orphan appeared before the carriage. However, there seemed to be a thick gray cloud flowing behind it.

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The new house was large, but within reach. Cleaning isn't difficult, but it doesn't feel too small if five people live. It seems to be a home built by immigrants from Tildis, with a simple room with one large room with stone walls and wooden floors. It resembles the home of Tornella. However, there was no fireplace, and instead there was a fire in the middle of the room, with carpets laid on the ground around the perimeter and sitting directly above it. As a result, the ceiling was gradually rising like a dome toward the center.

I walked around for a few days, and finally found a room that was just right. It is a small house behind a residential area. It seems to be a place where Eastern immigrants were gathering, and similar houses are standing in the surrounding area. It was a contract lasting only two months, but I was able to borrow it without any problems. Angeline has no personality in nature, and the Bergliffs have no luggage because they do not intend to sit on the orphans. It is light. They changed places without the excitement of moving.

The steps of Percival remain elusive. While staring at the small letters of the papers every day, Bergryf began to squint his eyes and felt like a little rest. With no harvest every day, I felt that what I was doing was pointlessly meaningless.

It had been snowing since morning, but since the temperature had risen, it started to sleet around noon, and the ground was jerky, making it hard to go outside. Bergliff was spinning a wool shino brought from Tornella. It's always like this since I came to Orphen. As the spindle turned, the fluffy wool was twisted into thread.

My heart calmed down while spinning. He seemed to be thinking something, and seemed to have to think nothing. Angelin had been helping me for a while, but she was so relaxed that she gradually became sleepy.

Berglyph breathed, rewinding the finished yarn. Although the temperature is higher than usual, the cold coming from the bottom is still alive. Angelin bowed down in the first place and said something sloppy. Bergliff watched the bonfire in front of him for a while, but suddenly recalled hitting Angelin's shoulder.

"Anger. Anger, get up."

Angeline was muffled, but she opened her eyes.

"Nyan ... good morning, dad" "Yeah, are you ready to have a banquet at Aane's house tonight?"

Angelin raised her upper body and rubbed her eyes.

"... That's right. I fell asleep ..." "I didn't wake up because it looks so comfortable, but it's better to go soon."

Angelin rose and grew significantly. He frowned with his large braided hair.

"... Crumpled. Dad, knit." "Oh, then sit down ..." "Hmm!"

Angelin sat happily with her back turned. Untidy the hair once and re-knit Angeline's hair again.

Charlotte had braided it before, and Angelin liked it and knitted every day. After the Bergglyph arrives, he routinely asks him to braid every morning. It was funny to Bergriff that his rugged and thick leather hand braided the smooth Angelin's hair.

"... Okay, done!" "Thank you!"

Stroking the softly woven braid, Angelin smiled satisfactorily. Then leave your back on the Belgryf and apply weight.

"Who's coming today ...?" "Hey, Ed, Rio ... and then Dad, Kasim, and Bjak."

Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"But don't you really need to come?" "Yeah. Sometimes my dad stretches out his wings ..."

Bergliff stroked his beard. I'm going to go to Edgar for a drinking party tonight. It was a bit late after I got called out, but it seemed like I was finally set up, and Edgar was going to roast and go to an Eastern restaurant. We will meet each other after the sun goes down.

Berglyf invited Angelin, but unusually Angelin declined. She seems to be concerned that only men would be cheaper in terms of face. I was glad or lonely that my daughter grew up, but I didn't feel like clearing it up, but I decided to obey Angelin's favor.

Instead, girls seem to be going to the girls' party today at Anessa and Miriam's house. He seems to be buying food and alcohol and trying to sleep even if he gets drunk. Berglyf smiled, saying he could be young.

Angelin got up. Then put on the cloak, wind up the muffler and get ready to go out.

"Don't drink too much, dad ..." "Oh, be careful. Don't drink too much."

Angelin laughed at her and walked out of the room with a light step. Bergliff looked out of the window. Also, as the temperature was falling, the sleet seemed to be turning into snow. Although it is cloudy, the slope of the sun can be seen by the amount of light. However, it is still bright, and there is likely to be time before sunset.

I picked up the spindle, twisted the shino, and started spinning again. The spindle turned and made a little noise, occasionally after the core rod hit the floor.

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The training hall has several compartments, a square for mock battles, and several small wooden rooms. They are sometimes used for classroom teaching, and sometimes used by wizards for meditation and construction of techniques.

Wizards were gathering in one of them. It is Charlotte in Qassim, Miriam and Bjak. Byak and Charlotte stand side by side, with Kasim crossing in front of him. Miriam was squatting leaning on a stick by the wall.

"It's the sole. I'm conscious of the shape."

Asked by Kasim, Bjaku frowned with his eyes closed. The bare wooden floor is cool. Although there was a certain feeling of standing, it seemed strangely vague how the fingertips, heels, and feet supported the body on the floor.

Silence continued for a while, but Charlotte soon breathed a lot. She was also standing barefoot beside the juniper.

"Huh ... I'm tired of just standing ..."

Kasim laughed from the air.

"Well, don't be impatient. I'm getting better and it's important to keep going."

Miriam said with an interesting look.

"I've never seen this kind of practice for the first time. It's interesting." "Well, magic is a technique that interferes with the outside using your own magic. What I'm doing now is the foundation of the basics, it's important to recognize my shape first, so I can keep the magical power on my body in good condition, such as chanting and art theory "It's good after that." "It's sensual. The young Babaa was like a chanting and memorization of art theory, then a practice rehearsal. The meditation was a bit like a break." "It's always wrong No, but in this case the goal is to be able to handle my magic well. "

Kashim pounded Bják's head. Byak frowned a bit.

"It's good to play the" gray "chan-chan style, but it's also important to face the inside. It's even more important if you have a demon nest inside. If you can grasp your shape properly, there is no shape `` I will not interfere with things more than necessary '' `` I see, I will try it too ''

Miriam quickly took off her shoes and stood with her feet aligned.

"Uh, I want to take a look. What's the shape of your sole?" "Yes. Do you know how you stand?" "Hmm ..."

Miriam stood with her eyes closed for a while.

"It's surprisingly difficult. The outline may be more ambiguous than I thought." "I see, Milly, you're already skilled, so be conscious of the magic of the soles of the soles.

Miriam closed her eyes as she was told, and was conscious of the magical power flowing through her body flowing in her toes and heels. Then, the previously ambiguous shape of the foot came clear and I could feel which part of the sole was on the floor. Involuntarily screaming.

"Oh!" "It sounds like you understand it. By the time you know it clearly, you will be able to move your magic in your body." "Uncle Kasim is always barefoot." Right? "

Charlotte glowed his eyes. Even in this cold, Kasim is always barefoot. As expected, she wears sandals recently, but she has never seen wearing socks, let alone shoes. Kasim scratched his head like a bad man.

"No ... Oira is just lazy. I'm insensitive to heat and cold because I coat my body with magic." "I think it's pretty terrible to be able to do that ..."

Miriam said in an ambiguous voice, seemingly impressed. Through his practice of accurately grasping the contours of his body, Casim seems to have gained a way to constantly coat his body with magic like a thin film. Indeed, it is true that such fine control of magical powers would not be possible without knowing the shape of the target. Miriam once again felt the power of the Great Demon in front of him.

Charlotte slammed into his cheeks and tried hard.

"I'll do my best to get my father praised!" "I'll do my best too. Maybe I can go one step further."

Charlotte and Miriam stood side by side and closed their eyes.

Kassim laughed a little and looked at him. Byak closed his eyes silently and stood all the time. He keeps moving and just breathes quietly. Casim stroked his beard as if he were impressed. He seemed to see the flow of magic surrounding Bjalak in his eyes.

Baku's eyebrows moved. The flow of magic changed, and the hair began to blacken from the tip. Kassim reached out and put his hand on Bjärk's shoulder.

"Get up!"

A small shock ran from Kasim's hand. Biak is surprised and opens his eyes. The dyed hair returned to white again. Byak looked at his palms with a suspicious face, gripping and opening.

"... I was" "Did you get pulled? Don't be conscious of the" own "outline.

Byak shamefully turned his head and looked at Kasim.

"... Is it present?" "I'm not there, there." "No. You should know ... you were hanging out with people similar to them, right?"

Casim shrugged.

"I'll talk about that next time. It's not a topic that only needs to be talked about."

Byak frowned and closed his eyes again. Inhale deeply and breathe regularly. Casim was yawning and watching the three meditating. I don't know how long it has passed, but the door of the small room opened. There is a rattling noise hitting the wooden floor. Charlotte first opened his eyes and ran out. I jump at the man who came in.

"Dad!" "Oops"

Bergliff hugged Charlotte.

"Is it in the way?" "Yeah. It's already evening that Bell came?" "Oh!"

Bergliff nodded. Kasim grew up wearing a bowler hat again.

"How did you rest slowly?" "Oh, thank you." "Okay, that's it for today.

The outside is already getting dark. Drops of water had fallen from the roof in the morning when the sun was shining, but now they are frozen and icy. The gray clouds that came in after noon were falling snow, which was broken by the wind and shattered, and I had to squint just to walk. Berglyf spoke to Miriam, covering his cloak to protect Charlotte from hanging on his arm.

"Millie came over here." "Yeah. I was worried about Kasim's training, so I left him to Arne." "Is Anger going over there? Afternoon "I'm out." "I don't know, but I think you're probably there. I've probably gone shopping with Arne and aren't they preparing for the night?"

Bergliff exhaled into the air. It swirled white and was scattered by the wind. Miriam is interested in the teachings of Qassim and seems to have come here, but Angelin and Anessa probably went to the markets and liquor stores to prepare for the night. The sleet has already turned into snow, and the temperature has fallen and is cooling cold. Walking around poorly at this time is likely to catch a cold. Berglyph thought, "I just need to go home and work on cooking."

"Sometimes it's good to just have a man."

Miriam grinned.

"Isn't there anything that Bell couldn't talk about, too?" "Hmm, how about ... I don't have to hide it ..."

Bergliff smiled bitterly. There is nothing difficult to talk about. However, he had revealed everything about Mito. It is said that he is a younger brother picked up in the forest. Angeline was delighted that she had one more pleasure to return to Tornella. It does not even say that Mito is a mysterious being derived from the Demon King. There is no telling what to explain, and it was frustrating to have a strange bias.

But eventually we will have to talk. I'm not worried about Angelin knowing Mito's identity, but I'm still wondering when and how to cut it out.

Anyway, it's not a rush. Berggriff had decided that he would return to Tornella, bring Mito to his eyes, and talk slowly. You can't help butting by Orphen.

"So we're here!" "All three don't catch a cold! Don't drink too much!"

On the way, Miriam and Charlotte parted, and Bergliff went down the hills with Qasim and Bjak, and went up and down hills, turning a few alleys. Kasim holds a bowler hat and laughs.

"I miss you, I walked around here and there and prepared the tools." "Oh, that's right. I didn't have the eyes to see the magic tools, so you look." Toka or smoked ball, you're the best at that. "" Do you remember? Percy bought a cheap smoked ball and tried it and tried using it, there was no smoke ... " So Percy tilted her neck and approached the smoked ball and burst, if Percy's face at that time! "

Kasim laughed happily and squinted, suddenly squinting.

"I wish I could see you." "Yes ... but I'm sure Percy and Sati are doing fine. I'm sure you can see them again, just like you and I met." "Hey ... Isn't it here?"

Berguck stopped him from behind and Bergliff turned around. It seemed like he was passing by because he was absorbed in the story. Seeing the two rushing back, Biak sighed as if she was stunned.

"Let's do it well, bearded fathers ..."

Bergryf laughed badly and twisted his beard.