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

With her discomfort coming from the back of her chest, Biak thrust her knees and exhaled wildly. The hair dyed black and white mottle, then returned to white. I felt a suffocating breath as if something was clogged. Kasim pounded on his back.

"I can't help it. I can't help rushing."

Byak hit the floor with a fist. Kasim sighed in trouble.

"But I'm here. It seems like the Demon King is going on a business trip from a certain threshold without permission."

Bjalak took a big breath and stood up. Fatigue is oozing. Charlotte looked worried in the corner.

Today was a little rough treatment. It emits magical power just before the influence of the Demon King. Originally, the amount of magical power possessed by Bjak is not so large. You only need to fly some solid magic circles, but if it comes to battle, you can't maintain it without using the magical powers of the Demon King. The training of Maria and Kasym should have improved her treatment of magic, but it still seemed difficult to maintain her power alone with herself. When a certain amount of magic power is released, the magic power of the Demon King comes out automatically. Kasim frowned with his arms folded.

"What's wrong ... I don't think there's any problem in living my daily life."

Bjalak held his chest down, holding his breath for a while, but turned up again.

"I'm afraid again." "I'm so impatient. I don't have a body?" "I don't want to be." "Hmm ... I don't just have to decide which one is my personality? Isn't it true that I'm alive?" "Don't miss the beautiful thing ...!"

Byak stared at Kasim. Casim shrugged.

"You're a little too hard on your own ..., unlike Oira, there's a lot of people you can count on. What do you do if you're crazy?" "That shit is a danger to Homunculus I do n’t understand.

After vomiting violently, Bjärk violently sat down on the floor. Charlotte approached calmly.

"Hey, Bjak ... I think that's exactly what Uncle Kasim says. Even if you don't carry on your own, neither your sister nor your father ..." "Shut up! Father must have died long ago! "

Jaak shouted. Charlotte shook his body. And as she looked, she cried in her eyes and clenched her fist.

"What's ...! What's your idiot! What a fool!"

Charlotte beat him with a small hand, crying. Byak was silent, bitter and frowning, and was beaten. At that time, the door of the room opened.

"Did you disagree here? Geho!" "Ah? Ah, Maria's grandma?"

Maria, still inflated, crawled into the room.

"I don't even have these guys ... just right" "Huh? Is there something to talk about?" "This guy" Wait, I think Bell will come back too. "

Kashim glanced at her. Byak silently silenced, while Charlotte sneaked into the ground, gently swiping his nose. Kassim sighed greatly and gave his hand to the bowler hat.

"... It's a family meeting.

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Orphan's thaw seemed to be somewhat earlier than Tornella. Of course, it was cold when it was cold, but when I noticed, there were more opportunities to take off my cloak, it was okay to not wind up the muffler, the falling snow was softer and easier to melt, and there was a small flow in the cobblestone grooves.

After all, there is no big harvest from that. Berggriff gave up following the material and instead walked around the town looking for merchants and travelers from the east. Still, I could not get any powerful information. Despite being an S-rank adventurer with a heroic tale and a rare elf outside the elven territory, finding the only person in the wide world is not easy.

"... I was really lucky to see Kasim."

Bergliff sighed. Then, I felt something strange about the reunion brought by Angelin.

The falling snow mixed with moisture and wet my body, so I ran away under the eaves of a nearby store and stood. Today, the sky was unpleasantly bright, the breeze was somewhat warm and the winter cold seemed tight. However, when such a distraction comes, a cold is caught. Bergryf shook his back and straightened his habit, looking up at the pearly sky. There is a light thin cloud below, which seems to flow by the wind. The momentum of the sleet is not likely to decline.

Berggriff sighed, putting weight on the side of the prosthesis. I didn't give up, but if I couldn't get enough clues, it would be painful.

I have to return to Tornella soon. In the next half month, the sign of spring will be rich. The northern part of Tornella is a bit slower in spring than Orphen, but in anticipation of this and the thaw, you'll be able to reach Tornella in a few days around Bordeaux or Rodina. It's like traveling from spring to chasing winter.

I don't give up finding Percyval and Satie, but once I go home I don't know when I'll be out. Except in winter, Tornella lives every day at work. If you are busy with field work and mountain work, time will pass in no time. I'm not young anymore. Even though he has not neglected his discipline, he is not familiar with the life of Tornella and is not used to traveling. That's why I was reluctant to take a step back, but I was frustrated that I didn't have to move.

"I can only do it ..."

Berglyph took a deep breath, soothing his impatient heart. The cold air filled the lungs and seemed somewhat calm.

Still, I think there was something worth coming to Orphen. He would have met Casim, whom Angelin brought, but he wouldn't have any connection with the guild and other people unless he came out so far. It's unlikely you've found it for the purpose, but I don't want to say that the new encounter was useless.

After seeing the sleet slightly weakened, Bergliff walked out of the eaves and down the road. By the time we get home, the sleet has gained momentum. Bergryf wiped away the fine chunks of ice on her hair and cloak, and wiped her bangs with the back of her hand, which got wet and stuck to her forehead.

"Good grief……"

Take off your cloak and shake it to remove drops that cannot be dropped by hand. He kicked the ground with his toes raised, removing the water and dirt behind the shoes.

The house was quiet because I was away. The fire of the fire is buried in the ashes. It was cold and cold, but still warmer than outside. Angeline is out for work, and Kassim goes with Charlotte and Bjack for a magical lesson. No one will return until the evening.

Well, I wonder what to do. It is good to come back once, but it is too early to prepare for the evening meal, and the wool that I brought has already been spun. Tornella has a lot to do, but nothing at this house in Orphen.

With a little thought, Bergliff put a few bunches of yarn that he had finished spinning together in a bag, put on his cloak and went outside. Watery and transparent snow is piled up on the road. When I walked, I felt a weird feeling under my feet. Despite the mass, the water splashed every time I walked.

The newly rented house was in a residential area, but beside the residential area is an area where shops are concentrated. So various flights stand. In the sleet, people came and went, the carts were pulled, and the musicians were playing quietly under the eaves, which could avoid snow.

Berglyph walked around, looking for the desired store. There are many people inside and it is very lively. Polite men move the piles of cloth piled up in layers, and the aristocracy of women is looking for high-quality cloth. Balls of cloth and thread were piled up on both shelves and tables. Bergliff was a bit nervous, but managed to find a clerk and called out.

"Um" "Yes, what is it?"

The sales clerk replied politely, but looked at the Belgryph style and looked a bit disdained.

"What kind of business do you use? If it's cheap cloth, there's that ..." "No, I'd like to buy a thread ..."

Bergriff removed a tuft of yarn from his bag. The clerk did not look straight, but glanced at his glance.

"I'm in time." "I see ..."

Bergliff sighed and turned his heels. I think it would be reasonable if the thread was piled up that much.

Then I went around the cloth shop two more times, but both were turned down. Demand seems to be there in the cold season, but in the case of large transactions, only a few wool yarns were not needed. I don't think it's a bad thread, but Bergliff looked down. Let's go around one more time and give up if we can't.

There were many big shops on the street, but this time I decided to go to a little smaller shop. Orfen's streets were mixed, so I had some trouble, but there was a small shop just one step into the back alley. Upon entering, there is a carpet on the wooden floor. It seemed to be dirty, and there were already footprints and water stains that seemed to belong to the first customer. There was a large shelf that reached the ceiling near the wall inside the dimly lit store, where colorful cloths and yarn balls were packed. However, there were no other customers, and the store was open.

An old gray-haired man was sitting at the back counter and keeping books. The old man turned his face as Bergriff approached. His eyes were narrowed behind his glasses.

"What kind of use do you need a cloth?" "No, I want you to buy a thread."

Bergriff removed a tuft of yarn from his bag and placed it on the counter. The old man put his hand on his glasses and looked straight at the wool. Berglyph looked around in the store without any thoughts. The yarn on the shelves was rich in silk, and the wool yarn was only refined and colored. There is no solid thread that Bergryf brought. Berglyph sighed, apparently in vain.

"Rude, after all ..."

Earlier, the old man grabbed the wool and stared at it, earlier than Bergliff reached. Gently stretch out and rub with your fingertips.

"... the hair quality is good. It's more accurate and the air isn't bad."

The old man turned his eyes only towards the Belgriff.

"Are you spinning?" "Well, well ..."

The old man was thinking a little while tinkering with the thread, but eventually turned up.

He said, "It's a good thread." He picked up some silver coins from the box and placed them on the counter. "Is this okay?" "Hmm? No, I don't want to get this much." "Even though I look like this, I'm going to have a word on the yarn. I think it's worth it."

Berggriff smiled and scratched his cheek without knowing what to say. I think it's rude to be different. I also think that it is not a bad thread. A little hesitant, Berggriff nodded.

"... I see. Thank you very much." "The thread is what gives the heart of the spinning man."

The old man glanced at the Bergryph from beyond his glasses.

"I hope you stay with the heart of spinning this thread."

Berggriff smiled and bowed.

Selling higher than expected, Bergliff walked back and forth in a confused mood. If she was just taking care of Angelin, she would sell the thread if she couldn't help but she couldn't figure out what to do if it was bigger than expected. Suddenly, a street vendor came into my eyes.

"... a girl"

Bergliff picked up a star-shaped hair ornament. It is silverwork, with small red stones buried in the ornament. It's a design that's just too simple, but it's much better for Angeline than it is with a trowel and decorations. The middle-aged woman at the street vendor smiled with a smile.

"A gift?" "Oh, my daughter ... black hair, would it look good?" "I think silver would look good in black." "So, this," "Thank you."

Price is a little high, but there is nothing you can't buy. Until now, I haven't bought any beautiful clothes or decorations, so this would be good.

"... I hope you'll be happy"

I told myself. Suddenly, what do you do if you say that it's ugly? Berglyph can only imagine the preferences of young girls.

On the way home, the clouds grew thicker and deeper and more moist. This was irresistible, and Bergliff fled to the eaves near him, scouring his cloak and his hair to drop the sleet. Berggryph sighed that the turning point of the season was the unstable weather.

Suddenly there was a light scent. The smoke was drifting. Bergliff looked at him with a suspicious look. It was a strange couple. One of them is a black-haired woman holding a smoke tube. The clothes on the front seem to be good designs and eastern ones. Next to it is a girl, like a teenager. She wears a coat, wraps a muffler, and wears a fur hat with earlobes. The hair is ocher, and the bottom of the chair instead of the chair is the case of a musical instrument.

"It's cold ..."

The eastern woman exhaled smoke from her mouth and struck a chimney on a nearby pole to drop ash. The girl's earlobes moved. Ears, not hanging from the hat. It looks like a dog beast in shape.

"The old man said," Oshikura buns are pressed and you want to be ...? "" No, no! Oh, I want to drink hot sake ... "

The woman yawned greatly. Bergliff stroked his beard, but soon opened his mouth.

"If I'm sorry ..." "Hmm? Oh, how did you do that?"

The woman turned to Bergriff and smiled with a friendly smile. Bergliff also smiled.

"I'm sorry for being disciplined, are you from the east?" "Oh, no, haha. It's like saying that if you wear such a dress, you're right." As I said, I was born in Bryo. ''

The woman pinched her hem and laughed. To the west of the Rhodesian Empire, the eastern countries are united with the Commonwealth, but of course there are diverse nations and cultures. Bryo is a country located in the eastern continent. It is said that it is a warm and calm land with lots of flat land without undulation and facing the sea. Well, you're probably not used to the cold, Bergliff laughed a little.

The woman knocked on the girl's head sitting next to her.

"Where was this guy in the southern part ... where is it?" What?

Bergliff was confused and turned his eyes black and white. The woman sighed as if she was stunned.

"I don't think I'm a stranger as always ... while speaking the southern language"

Indeed, this girl seems to be from the Dadan Empire in the southern continent. The Dadan Empire is a country further south of Lucrecia. Although there are more beastmen than the Rhodesian Empire and they are now abolished, slavery seems to have been more intense than the Rhodesian Empire. For this reason, the beasts produced words that only made sense among the oppressed, uniting themselves to the rulers. It still remains as an accent. What the girl said was a remnant of such a thing.

It is said that the Dadan Empire has a different climate than the northern part due to the climate. In particular, powerful music that emphasizes the back beat is characteristic, and many of the Vienna hymns, unlike the solemn northern ones, have participants sing and dance at worship. From such soils, Rhodesian empires such as Kanta Rosa have produced several well-known singers and performers. Bergligh thought, wondering if the girl was a musician or something, looking at the musical instrument case.

The woman turned her hand and turned to Bergliff.

"So what do you want?" "Yes, I'm actually looking for a person. I've heard from rumors that I've been to the eastern Commonwealth." "Hmm? Is it Bryou? "No, I don't know that much. Percival is an adventurer with the nickname" Haou sword ". Haven't you heard of it?"

The woman narrowed her eyes and swam in her gaze as if thinking for a while, but then she turned her eyes down.

"I'm sorry, I don't know. If I'm an adventurer and I'm a stranger, I'll try to hear you ..." "I see ... I took the trouble. "

Berggryph looked down and felt a strange sign. A dog-eared girl had her face approaching the bergryph and her nose twitching.

"... Bonfire and straw. My uncle smells like a lot of soup ..." "Hah, somehow ..." "What are you doing, what are you doing?"

The woman grabbed the girl's neck and pulled it. Berggriff smiled and scratched his cheek.

"Are you two adventurers in the flow?" "Well, it's like that. Unexpectedly, we're also looking for people, but Orphen is a large city, it's been a while since we came But now I'm thinking of bringing the adventurer's guild with a request to find a person. " Don't you remember the way, do you like a dog? ''

The woman poked the girl. Berggriff laughed and gagged.

"If you're a guild, go down this path ..."

The snow has weakened. Berggriff, who taught them the way to the guild, bowed and left the eaves.

"I'm sorry." "Yes. Watch your step ..."

They were watching the leaving Belgriff. The black-haired woman sucked the smoke tube again.

"Hmm, are you looking for the" Hao Sword "? ... It's a smooth movement. Even though it's a prosthetic leg, it doesn't seem like you're watching the movement ... Who's who?" "Ze" "An? What about bonfire and straw?" "Nonnon"

The girl then smelled the smell of the handkerchief from her pocket against her nose.

"The smell of the seeker ... but faintly."

The woman laughed and exhaled smoke.

"Oss destiny ..."

The dog-ear girl sneezed.