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

It seemed that there were more and more sunny days. The early nightfall gradually became slower, and the brighter hours increased. The snow fell, but the accumulation was reduced, and the town's sweepers seemed to be gradually freed from the job of shoveling. In the sun, which is becoming springtime, large and small carts come and go at the market, and lively calls from customers are echoing. There was the sound of the thick soles hitting the cobblestones here and there, and I could see many people coming and going, even with my eyes closed.

Angelin was shopping with Charlotte. Departing for Tornella soon. Choose that souvenir. I haven't decided how long to go home, but I'll just be there. Angelins can go out without any worries, as high-ranked adventurers such as Dortos and Cheborg will be happy to contract afterwards.

As I walked, I imagined the scenery of the melting thunderella. Even if you think the place where the Bergryph is located is your hometown, remembering the scenery of Tornella, I think that it is the place to return. Angelin was a little surprised that one year has passed since he returned home last year.

"... the time passes quickly"

Suddenly he put his hand on his chest.

"... Okay. Still growing." "Sister, how about this sugar candy!"

Charlotte is calling in front of the stall. Sugar candy packed in a beautiful box was lined up. The shelf life looks good too. In Tornella, where natural sweetness is dominant, sugar products are pleasing. Above all, I love myself. I bought one and threw it into my mouth and nodded.

"Yeah, this is good ... I'll buy it."

Have some look over and put them in a bag. Thawing water is flowing at your feet. If you are careless, your feet are likely to get stuck and get wet. As I jumped over, a hair ornament that I was not used to was shaking around my bangs. Star-shaped silverwork with small red stones embedded in the ornament.

"……n/a"

You can do it with your hand on the hair ornament. Bergriff gave me. It's rugged and less elaborate, but Angelin loved it. Above all, my favorite father gave me. I can't be happy. Just like the pleasure of receiving it, Berglyph was more confused. Charlotte giggled when she saw Angelin.

"Sister, I've been laughing since I got it!" "Huh, my dad gave me ..." "I look good! But my father is a man. "Well," "Good. Adventurers are just as good."

Angelin pulled the hand connected to Charlotte evilly as it was hard to lift. Charlotte screamed happily.

Thaw water drips from the eaves. The snow collected from the road was in a mountain where it did not disturb people. Branches and stones were piercing here and there, perhaps because the children played. After days of cold, it's more like a lump of ice than snow. The sun is warm, but the wind is still cold. Every time I stroked my bare face, Angelin shook a little. Because it is half warm, such a small cold feels extra cold.

Angelin grinned as she saw Charlotte smoothing her red nose.

"Is Orphene colder than Lucrecia?" "Yes ... Lucrecia wasn't so cold. It melted quickly even when it snowed. I didn't pile it up like this." It's also south. "

Angelin thought it was a warm country.

"Tornera is colder ..." "That's right ... I have to keep my cold ..."

Charlotte was full of breasts. She seemed to be a little sister, and Angeline was happy. When I first saw it in Bordeaux, it seemed weird and seemed out of place. The execution of her parents and her itinerary while being young may have distorted her strangely. It seemed to be completely honest now.

Angelin wondered if it was like this when she was a noble daughter in Lucrecia. Bright, obedient, receiving the love of their parents. Given that, I suddenly think of a true parent. Charlotte has nostalgia with Bergryf and longs for a father, but he is not a true parent. Bergglyph has given generous affection, but what about Charlotte himself? Is it different from feelings toward true parents?

But there was some resistance to asking. I think it's like going through old wounds. When asked, Charlotte's parents are not coming back.

But what about your parents? If you were still living somewhere, what kind of face and how would you live? I don't want to see him, but as Bergryph is his father-in-law, there should be real parents. I can not say that I do not care at all.

"... a real parent"

Charlotte looked up with a suspicious look at Angeline's muttering words.

"What happened, sister?" "Hmm ... nothing."

Angelin gently put his hand on the hair ornament. It's not a lie that I'm glad to be honest with this. But there was a slightly dark shadow in the heart, which should have been dominated by it.

"... I'm going home. I'm hungry."

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I was in the guildmaster's office. Yuri puts a cup of flower tea on the table.

"Yes, please." "Oh, thank you Yuri" "Ah ... I'm asking, but Berggryf, you really aren't thinking about going back, right?"

Lionel asked quietly. Bergriff, sitting opposite, grinned and stroked his beard.

"I'm sorry, Rio." "No, I don't care at all .... a bit disappointing."

Lionel scratched his head. Yuri giggle.

"But it wasn't so fast ... I was surprised when I suddenly came to the reception with Marie." I just think I'll have to respond to that as well. "" Yeah ... thanks, I can leave it at Orphen with peace of mind. "

Bergliff said and laughed.

I will be leaving Orphen within a few days. Bergliffe spends his time organizing, preparing and greetings. However, you are not an adventurer and you are not bound. Rather, adventurers Angelin and Kasim seem to have more reasonable procedures. Thinking like that, it seemed that being an outsider, despite being Angelin's adoptive father, was touching the guild's material, and that it was a great deal of convenience.

"... Thank you, Mr. Rio. I took care of you in many ways." "Eh, no, no, without any help ..." "No such thing. Thanks ... I was able to meet a variety of people, and what I got here might be useful in unexpected places. "" I see ... I'm glad if I did. "

Lionel scratched his cheek and looked at Bergliff with a slightly serious look.

"Mr. Bergliff ... I don't threaten you, but if you're as good as you are, whether you're an adventurer or not, there will be people who need it. Think about what to do when it happens I think it ’s better to put it in. ”“… That ’s right.

Bergliff smiled.

"Thank you, I remember it. I'm a little helper." "Hah ... but I think it's a good point for Bergliff." "Okay? Well, now I'm ready because I'm ready. "" Oh, stay down ... Oh, I'm going to move to Tornella if I'm retired from the guild master ... "Isn't it just annoying to go in Rio? Can I do field work?" "I haven't done it ... well, what can I do?" "No, I don't. I'll hurt my lower back?" "Yeah, Mr. Bell? Isn't it difficult to work in the field?" "Hah, that's right. Yuri, do you have any experience in agricultural work?" Can you do it? " That's dependable ... Rio, why don't we just come with Yuri? We'll always welcome you. "" Isn't it good too ... Yeah, Yuri, will you marry and go to Tornella if you retire? " Hey, marry ... eh ...? Eh !? eh, wait and wait, like that, suddenly that kind of thing. "" ... No, it's a joke.

Yuri, whose face turned red, lifted her eyebrows to Lionel, who was laughing. The right fist stuck into Lionel's cheek.

"It's so stupid!" "It hurts! Why, what ?! What ?! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Berggriff smiled and left the room, leaving Yuri and Lionel rampaging.

When I got out of the guild, the sun was so intensely bright that it seemed to me. I feel more blinking. When I came, I wondered what had happened until the long winter passed, but after that I thought it was quite short. To himself, who was completely used to Tornella, Bergliff laughed, saying that the city of Orphen was every day fast. I don't think it's bad, but you can't get tired. Tired rather than tired. I was surprisingly relieved to be able to return. At this point, I feel old.

However, the various connections he had spread from Angelin felt great for him, and I am delighted to see him again. It was also a good experience to exchange swords with Dortos and Cheborg and other influential people. The S-rank adventurers, of course, were beaten by Edgar and other high-ranked adventurers, but that doesn't mean their teeth haven't stood out. If you live in a countryside retreat, you will need enough of these skills. At least I was happy that my sword, which I had given up, still works to some extent. I'm still not used to the nickname "Akaoni" and I don't think it's enough to have a nickname.

But that reminds me of Lionel's words. Although they can't win, they can still meet S-ranked adventurers. Perhaps it was too much to live in Tornella. The powerful have obligations. I felt that what I taught Angelin now leans on my shoulder.

But shake his head and hit his cheek. Think calmly. Although the technology has improved, the physical decline is remarkable. Despite being taught by Graham, his habits that still go deeper are still inevitable. I was out of breath every time I simulated, and I couldn't follow my body as I did when I was young. The battle that seemed to be equal was just because the opponent matched me. Do not mistake yourself by the evaluation from the surroundings.

Considering that, Dortos and Cheborg who were not out of breath while standing with me stand out. After all, S rank seems to be slightly different. Edgar and other upbeat adventurers knew how to relax. In that respect, I am only a villager who likes swords.

"... Don't be conceited. Are you gonna be a master?"

I muttered to tell you. I am only one person. Bergniff of Tornella. Angeline's father. That's fine.

When he stepped back to the house, stepping on the slushy melting snow, Angelin was gathering his luggage with nothing more or less. When Bergrich opened the door, Angelin flew away.

"Come back, Dad!"

Charlotte lifted the fluffy cloak and said, Bergliff smirked.

"It's okay if you don't have that much. Is it hard to have too much luggage?" "Yes.

Kasim said that he had a long-sleeved shirt hem that seems to be Ippari Luo. Charlotte laughs brilliantly.

"It's not because Uncle Kassim has magic! But sometimes it's better to change clothes. There isn't a feeling of cleanliness."

When Berggriff asked, Casim shook his head.

"Yeah, this is just blowing away the dirt between the fibers of the clothes through the magic. It should be in the same state as it was washed. Well, I admit that it's old, so it's good." Don't do anything ... "

Bergliff struck his beard and was impressed. From the story of Maria and Miriam, such fine manipulation of magic seems to be evidence of skill. The mischievous younger brother in memory has become a ridiculous person.

"Dad doesn't want to bring anything ...?" "Well, well, the pot or steamer I bought last time ... I also want a big bag of salt and sugar, but well, it's better to buy it around Bordeaux You don't have to be luggage. "

Kassim laughed and knocked on his back. Bergliff shrugged.

"Well, I can't help feeling like living in the countryside. It's not as stimulating as Orphen." "Huh, but I like Tornella ..."

Angelin jumped at Bergriff's back. Bergriff will help you stay in a panic. Angelin pressed her face into her hair.

Berggriff smiled and thought. Angelin likes Tornella. You will always want to return when you want to return. However, due to their own abilities and reputation, they often did not go well. Isn't the duty of a powerful person burdened her? She is an obedient child. Because he obeyed his father's teachings, he gained his reputation as a hero of "killing the demon king". But Angeline himself did not want it.

She says the adventurer is a vocation. It is a natural right to live as you want. Speaking of his father's teaching, it sounds good, but what if he just pushes his values?

Bergliff refitted Angelin.

"Oh, Angers" "What?" "Are you ... hard?" "What?"

Angelin rubbed the Berglyph's hair with a strange face. Bergliff looked down and thought a bit.

"... Dad said he wanted you to be an adventurer who could protect the vulnerable." "Yeah!" "Do you really want it from the bottom of your heart? "If you can't do what you want to do, do you think it's okay?" "Hmm ... I don't know. But I want my father to praise ..." "Yes ... but ..."

Berggriff looked for words, but couldn't find the right words. Angelin said in anxious tone.

"What happened, Dad?" "... No, nothing." "Yes ..."

Angelin got off her back. He looked a little sad and muffled his mouth, but turned to his luggage without saying anything. Return to the task of packing up your luggage with Charlotte.

Berglyf turned his eyes down while folding his cloak and cloak, seemingly suspicious of Angelin. I know she's kindness attracts the people around me. There should be no lie in the desire to protect the weak. Still, I can't help but wonder if I'm tying her in a weird way.

Kasim, who was watching silently, hit her shoulder.

"It's not like you. You shouldn't be holding it." "Sorry."

Suddenly, there was a voice from the wall. Bak, sitting leaning against the wall for a long time, was watching Bergriff.

"I don't think you're making all of that." "Hah, that's right ..."

Berggriff smiled bitterly and scratched his head. I just don't look good. Coming to the city seemed to have changed something for me. In any case, you have to return to Tornella anyway. Berglyf packed his luggage and cleaned the room.

On the eve of the departure, acquaintances gathered for a modest-farewell to say goodbye. The excitement was great, and Bergliff was sentimental, remembering just a few months of life.

Then it is the day of departure. The weather was fine from the morning, except for a little thin clouds, the blue sky was wide, and the warm sunlight was shining brightly. There were a number of horse-drawn carriages heading north for the thaw at the stop.

Carry luggage and search for carriages heading for Bordeaux. Many people seem to be heading north at this time of the thaw, which was quickly found. It is a four-carriage, a large carriage that can carry 20 people even if the luggage space is different. During the day, the side of the hood was rolled up, and the air came in and out.

It was time to load the luggage and wait for departure. Because of the small size, all the customers who have loaded their luggage are getting off the carriage. Marguerite, who had come to see him off, laughed emptyly.

"Oh, it's kind of quick! It's going to be quiet at once! ... Tsuka?" Marguerite said sharply. "Why do you go to me, why am I alone?"

Anessa and Miriam giggled.

"Well, we're party members of Angers." "I like Tornella. The air is delicious and I'm relieved when I go."

This time they will be accompanied. You can work independently, but Tornella was a favorite place for them. Angelin looked into Marguerite with a grin.

"Envy? Marie ..." "Hmm ... I'm not jealous of you. Ange! The next time I meet you, I'll do it with cotten bread! …… ”

Belglyph looked around at the bustling town, ignoring the girls who were squeaking. Passengers passing by after completing their luggage are stretching and chatting there. Behind them are carriages, passing by a group of patrol soldiers. Street performers and gypsies were making people laugh with cheerful music and humorous movements. More lively than the Tornella Fall Festival. Let's go far from here. It seems to be regrettable and relieved.

Angelin stood sideways and took his arm.

"I'm lonely ...?" "Hmm? Oh, just a little." "... Hey, Dad." "What?"

Angelin was hesitant, scowling, but shook his head.

"Nothing"

At that time the loud voice was heard.

"I'm leaving soon! Please ride!"

Along with the crowds of passengers, the Belgriffs and others came in. The wooden seats are covered with fluffy cushions. Many customers laid their own cushions or folded fabric on top of them. Many people are used to traveling. Following that, I laid a folded cloak, and waiting for departure, someone came in from outside.

"Aiyaa and Aya, please wait a moment! Please put us on!"

Berggryph thought. A eastern woman and a girl with dog ears I met before. He looked at them and looked at the case of the long thing and the instrument they had and looked annoyed.

"It's full, please don't tell me. I'll have such a long thing." "Somehow, I'll just be refused and I'll be at a loss!" … ”“ Even if you say that …… ”

Berglyph, who could not see, leaned forward.

"Um, if you pack a little here, you can get on."

He seemed to be a little lost, but he seemed to hate to have a delayed departure. The black-haired woman laughed happily when she saw the Berglyph gaping herself.

"Oh oh, someday. I'll see you again." "Hah, that verse is ..." "The old man said. No, they are each other when in trouble. ''

Angelin looked suspiciously and looked at them alternately with Bergliff.

"I know you ...?" "Oh, see you when you have sheltered before ..." "You don't make strange edges in strange places."

Kassim with Charlotte on his knees laughed.

In the gap that was managed somehow, they were tightly packed.

"No, thank you. I'm grateful. I'm Yakumo."

Yakumo leaned over Lucile. Berggriff stroked his beard, saying it was going to be somehow busy. The carriage started to move. Marguerite standing off waved his hand.

"Take care! Thank you to my great uncle and Mito!" "Uruset! I know! Go quickly, the idiot of Bell!"

The group smiled happily when they saw Marguerite reddening his face.