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

The thaw seemed somewhat muddy, but the carriages still went without problems. The wind coming in should still be cold, but it's hot, probably because the carriage is full of people.

"Hey, then the Yakumo-san came north through Lucrecia via Tildis. It's a great long journey."

He made a voice as if Miriam was impressed. Yakumo scratched his head like a shy smell.

"No, I'm just getting used to it. It's originally a rootless grass."

Kasim is grinning.

"Nee-chan, you're a good user. What are you trying to do?" "Haha, it's tough. It's an honor to meet the famous" canopy crusher "." Nothing comes out. Is that long thing a spear? "" Yes. I'm going to have a long relationship with this guy. "" Only a spear ... "

Yakumo silently protested at Lucille, who spoke from the side. Miriam laughs brilliantly. Anessa was curiously placed at Lucile's feet.

"Is Lucille a musical instrument?" "Yes."

Lucile opened the case. A six-stringed instrument came out from inside.

"The old man said. I played the guitar and it was a good deal. It's been a long time with this guy ..."

The yakmo grinned and said. Lucile swelled her cheeks. Bergliff laughed as he cluttered.

"I'm on good terms." "I'm with you."

Yakumo shrugged as if to be afraid.

"And did Bergryf find the clues of the seeker?" "No, unfortunately ..." "Is it left? ... I wondered if I was going north based on the clues." No, I'm home in the northern village of Tornella, but I'm going to take these kids with me. "

With that said, Bergliff looked at Charlotte and Byak. Yakumo nodded greatly and laughed.

"I see." "Speaking of which, you were also looking for a person. Did you find it?" "No, it seems like it was going to the north. "It's hard to find people anywhere."

Anessa smiled bitterly. Yakumo took out the smoke tube while laughing at him.

"Huh, that's right ... you're having a hard time ... smoke, are you all right?" "Oh, please."

Yakumo exhaled smoke while holding a smoke tube. It smells light. Angelin looks strange.

"... Is it delicious?" "Hmm? Ah, you're good? Your heart is transparent. How about a bite?"

Angelin pushed the plume out. Yakumo grinned laughing. Lucille, on the other hand, has her face close to Charlotte and her nose caught.

"I'm sorry for the noble ... sweet ..." "What is ...?"

Charlotte was confused and turned his eyes black and white. Yakumo sighed.

"It's a dog beast ... it's nose-sensitive, so it's sensitive to smell." "Gagagaru".

Charlotte, with his hair buried in his mouth and sighing with sighs, glanced down. Casim grabbed Lucille's head.

"Please, don't pack me because it's so small, don't get in the way. It's a hindrance for you."

Lucille flapped his ears. Berggriff smiles and strokes his beard. The wagon shook. It seems that there are some roads that are not well maintained when you leave Orfen. Berglyph looked around in the carriage without any notice. Just looking at the hawkers and their guards, the adventurers, some of the troupes, the gypsies, the poor nobles' third son and their escorts. Various people could be seen.

"Dad, caramel ..." "N, thank you."

You receive the caramel that Angelin has given you. This candy, boiled down with sugar and milk, has a rich sweetness in the mouth. In Tornella, I made it when I bought sugar from a peddler, but it didn't go well and I burned it. After all, what a professional confectioner made is good. Angelin is eating well.

Orphen is thawing, but I don't know what Tornera is like yet. Depending on the climate of the year, the time of thaw varies, but it is usually a few weeks early in the calendar spring. So I'm going to Bordeaux for the time being. If you go to Bordeaux, you'll see the situation of Tornella, and you might meet some of the Bordeaux family you couldn't meet when you came here.

When Bergliff came out of Tornella, when he stopped in Bordeaux, of course he appeared to the Bordeaux family. However, before winter, he seemed to be visiting villages and villages in various places, and he could not meet not only Helvetica but also Sasha and Selenium. It was almost as if he was absent from Ashcroft. Will you meet this time?

Angelin yawned greatly. Perhaps because the farewell party last night was a little too exciting, not only Angeline, but also Anessa and Miriam were a bit blinded. However, it seems that Charlotte, who is once again being baffled by Lucile, is not that far.

"Wafuwafu" "Yeah, yeah, tickling ... hey!" "Even if it's in the way. It's a dog that's in trouble with telling me to stop, Konnyaro."

Kassim grabbed and released Lucile, who had been running smoothly with his nose buried under Charlotte's neck. Lucille closed his eyes.

"I want to sniff you forever ... young lady, let's do it with me!" "Hey! Already!

Charlotte swelled his cheeks, dyed in vermilion, and fled over Bak's knees, sitting beside Kasim, in the first place. Lucille snapped his nose with regret.

"I'm sorry ..."

Yakumo attracted Lucille as if she was stunned. Bergryf was laughing that he was really good friends, and I suddenly felt the weight. Angelin was leaning on her back and sleeping.

"Yeah, yesterday, it was exciting ..."

Berggriff smiled and moved a little to gain weight. Angelin said "n" and shook himself down. Yakumo has an interesting face.

"They're both parents and children, but they're not alike." "Haha, blood isn't connected. When she was a baby, she picked it up in the mountains." But it ’s really good… ”

Charlotte leaned up a little and looked towards Bergliff.

"Dad, give me the caramel." "Oh, wait a minute ..."

Yakumo also looked at Charlotte, stuffing the smoke tubes with tobacco.

"Is your child a picker?" "Hmm ... it's like that." "Huh, she's protecting children who aren't there. He's full of charity. "It's not that big. It's kind of a carefree character." "But how do you feel about parents and children who aren't connected with blood? There is a difference between a man and a woman." "Yeah, I'll struggle. It's inherently clumsy. But, once you decide to carry it, you can't just throw it out on the way." "... I'm a serious person."

Yakumo suddenly exhaled while laughing with an annoying, embarrassed face.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a musical instrument. A travel performer who seemed to have spare time was ringing the bouzouki in his hand. The gypsy puts the fiddle on her shoulders, and the hand wind harp begins to ring. The singer-like woman started singing with a small but passing voice. The claps cried out of no one, and the carriages went down the road like small orchestras.

Talking about the rest of the story, we arrived at a small village around noon, and then dawned when we arrived at the next town. It's almost like a town that you can reach in a day on a horse-drawn carriage, so it looked like a post town. The negotiations have started between peddlers on the roadside, and it is very lively. Whether it's heading for a peddling to the north in time of the thaw, or conversely coming down from the north via Bordeaux, there are many merchants anyway, and there are many adventurers who seem to be employed by their escorts.

Two-story buildings are lined up on both sides of the traffic, and light is lit at the eaves to attract customers. There are inns, taverns and cafeterias. Departing tomorrow morning, it is dangerous to carry luggage in a carriage. When I decided to stay, I had to carry it all to my room and it was a little painful. Belgriff sighed as he checked his luggage.

"Yeah, yeah ... I guess I had a little too much baggage."

Berggriff smiled and scratched his head.

"I can't help ... I wanted it." "I didn't think it would be a day for Oira to make a sting on your shopping, go to it." "Easy, my dads ... go to rice."

Bija said he was waiting and boiling his work. Bergliff looks up.

"Get off first. I'll go soon." "Hmm ..."

Bjak went out of his way. Laughs when Kassim sticks.

"Oh, it's always curled up. It's still saucy, but it's still a child." "It's still a child ... maybe I'm carrying more things than me, but I don't have to carry it alone." But it was surprising that Anger didn't say he wanted to come here. ''

This room was rented by three men, Bergliff, Kasim and Bjak. Another room is rented by a girl alone. When I moved to a new room at Orphen, Angelin was surprised to see that she would definitely like the same room as Bergliff. Bergliff twisted his beard.

"Yes ... well, I guess she also has something to think about." "It's about her age ... it's a little embarrassing to be with Bell and other guys like Oira or Bjaku?" We guys can only imagine ... "" ... I feel like I said something. Anger's guy "" Huh? What? " I don't know, but to you "" Muh ... what? ... "

Bergliff tilted his head. Sure, I sometimes felt the shadow of anxiety appearing and disappearing in Angelin's expression, but until now I was wondering if there was something that I could not say just because I was able to tell such a thing immediately Become. Casim put on his bowler hat again.

"Well, even though you seem to have something to say to Angers," "... what do you want to say? ..." "Well ... I'm an awkward parent and child."

Kassim laughed and stroked his beard. Then Bakak stood at the entrance of the room again. Frowning like angry.

"Hey, you're late. What are you going to do?" "Oh, I'm sorry."

They got up and left the room.

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After dinner, Angelin sat down on the bed in the room and was vague. I felt like I had some haze in my head, probably because I slept at an odd time. Hand on bangs hair ornament. The feel of cold silver is comfortable on the palm.

"……I wonder what"

Weird and moist. It seemed that my mind was out of control. Of course I am glad to return to Bergliff and Tornella. But something seemed scary. Now that I have reaffirmed the fact that I was abandoned in the mountains of Tornella, I wondered what the mood would look like when I saw the scenery.

With that in mind, it seemed that I couldn't see Bergriff's figure properly. I felt strangely uncomfortable when we were together. He enjoyed no doubt happiness as his daughter, but the fact that he was only a daughter-in-law seemed to weigh heavily now for some reason.

Look out for Anessa, Miriam and Charlotte around the table. He has no real parents. He loves Bergryf as his father. You know your parents' faces and their affection, but you're different from yourself, but how do you feel? Is it possible to keep admiring Berglyph as his father? Somewhere, will he still think that he is different from his father?

Angeline and Charlotte are the same in that they are not blood-bound. Until now, nobody cares about blood, but it gets caught somewhere in his head. If Belglyph got married and had a bloody child, would the love given to that child be different from the love given to himself?

"What are you thinking, I am ... idiot ..."

Angelin rolled on her back on the bed. Behind the conversation between the three people at the table, we heard the noise outside the room. The footsteps in the hallway and the drunk screams are far away.

I wonder if I am lonely. Perhaps jealousy is that the love of Bergglyph, which he had so far monopolized, is generously given to various people.

I wanted a family. There is no lie in thinking that Charlotte is as cute as his sister. However, there is certainly something that gets caught somewhere in the mind of Charlotte spoiling Bergliffe and laughing and accepting it. Even though she always wanted to have a mother and a younger sister, she was jealous when she tried to do so. Angeline hated himself, saying he was more selfish than he thought.

The bed shook, so I got up and I found Charlotte sitting next to me. Albino's crisp eyes are looking at me.

"Sister, are you already sleepy?" "Hm ... just a little tired. Okay."

Angelin reached out and stroked Charlotte's head a bit wildly. Charlotte screamed happily and rolled on his back. Then he yawned and flapped his eyes. Unlike Angelin, who slept a little in the carriage, he seems to be sleepy. Miriam turned around.

"Hey, something strange. Anger. I wanted to go to Bell's room." "Yes. Is it bad?" "... It's a time when I don't want to be spoiled. "

Seeing Charlotte begin to sigh, Angelin sighed and stood up and reached the table. Anessa looks suspicious and pushes away a glass of wine.

"Anger couldn't be pleased with Bell-san ... it's so strange, that's ..." "Any troubles? Do you hear if you're in trouble?"

Angelin looked at them alternately. Anessa looks back at Angeline with Miriam worried. Angeline was delighted to be a good friend. However, I didn't know what to say. It's just a vague strange anxiety and an uncomfortable feeling of being off axis. Angeline thought for a while. How do you translate this feeling into words?

"... Is it strange?" "Hmm?" "How is it?"

Angeline included a sip of wine.

"I'm a picked-up child ... so there must be a real parent somewhere." "Well, that's ..." "So you feel like you're at a distance to Bell-san?" I don't know. What is the affection of my parents? "

Anessa crossed her arms.

"... We don't even have a close relationship in the first place." "I see ... yes, right." "But I wish Bell was a dad. I'm jealous of Anger, this one."

Miriam reached out and gently pinched Angeline's cheek. Angelin grabbed Miriam's hand, shouting.

"But ... I would like to see if both Milly and Aane have a real parent?" "Hmm, I wonder what kind of person it is ... I guess it's okay."

Certainly, Angelin doesn't even speak when he meets his true parent. I don't want to ask why I left myself. Perhaps, for whatever reason, you'll only hear excuse and get angry. But I felt weird. I was indignant at being abandoned, but I wouldn't have met the Bergliff otherwise. Should we thank them? Angelin sighed and drank the wine left in the glass.

"What should I do ..." "What do you want?"

Anessa poured wine while watching Angelin.

"……I do not know"

Angeline glanced at Charlotte, sleeping in bed. Miriam tilts her head.

"What's wrong with Shal?" "... I think Shal is as cute as my sister, but if my dad loves Shal, he'll be sick of something ... "

――Is your father hiding something from me?

Swallowed the word. When I put it out, I felt like I couldn't return. How did you pick yourself up? It may be a good story to hear directly. But what if he wanted to reveal the truth he didn't want? It was horrible to unravel the past and break the happiness here now. Anessa leaned forward and stared straight at Angelin.

"Anger ... did you hate Belle?" "-! No! It's not!"

I made a loud voice. I was surprised. Anessa smiled, reached out, and laid it on Angeline's head. Roughly stroked me.

"Then it's okay. I'm just a little confused." "Yeah. I'll be cured if I sleep overnight and ask Belle-san again."

Miriam also laughed at her and pinched Angelin's cheek.

"Oh, Anger. I and Milly are your ally no matter what they are. You can't hold them alone." "Say anything.

Angeline looked down. Yes, it may just be lost. It's just a bit confusing because there were so many things. When you're back in Tornella and calm down, why don't you talk to Bergriff again? Angelin nodded and spoke to the cup. It seemed a little lighter.