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

During the thaw, the water in the river increases. However, there is still thick, thick ice on the shore, and on very cold days it may be frozen in the form of splashes. However, it seems that spring is almost over and there is not much ice like that.

While the horses were drinking water at the riverside, a group of horse-riding wagons got off the carriages, sat down, stretched and relaxed, and chatted at will.

"I see! I want you to stop by when you come near. If you can sit down with" the black-haired maid, "my family name will rise!" "

The noble third son went away with a laugh. He is a poor noble, but he seems to have some territory. It has been rumored that Angelin was awarded the Grand Order of the Duke of Estgal, and even nobles seem to be taking notice.

During the trip, various people invited me to talk. Many people were willing to stay on the good tale, but Angelin was accustomed to it, and it was easy and bland. Involuntary affliction is useful in strange places. A yakumo sat down beside Angelin, sighing.

"Celebrities are busy." "I'm not happy at all ...." "Okay? I don't want to do anything. Don't want to earn more. Am not interested……"

Angelin sighed holding her knees. Yakumo laughed sourly and pumped his gourd. Charlotte runs away. Lucille followed him with a leisurely step from behind.

During the past few days, Yakumo and Lucile had become friends. Everyone listens to the easy-going, mischievous Yakumo eastern story, and can now laugh and parry Lucille's weird character that was initially difficult to deal with. It seems that Charlotte, which gets entangled with everything, isn't an accumulation.

Wipe his mouth with his sleeves, and the yakmo swam dimly in the air.

"I'm surprised you went up to the S rank because of that greed ... I wonder if you drink?"

Receive and drink a sip. White wine. Good cold. Angelin breathed and returned the gourd.

"... Why is Yakumo looking for an important person?" "It's not the case. It's work." "I've come to the northern part ... it's hard." Nothing is as hard as a person's mind. "" ... what is it? "

Stunned, Angelin turned away. Yakumo scratched his head.

"I don't blame. Living is a series of hesitations. Sometimes it's good to sink." "What worries ...?" "Hehe, that's a secret. A woman has a secret."

He seems to have finished connecting the horse, and the caller called out loud. Passengers standing and sitting on the riverside three or five times boarded the carriage.

Bordeaux was getting closer. I'll sleep tonight and arrive the next evening. The party went smoothly from Orphen to this point, with no particular stumbling block except for fighting the monsters halfway. The monster's assault ended in a battle-like battle due to the non-standard existences of Angelin and Kasim.

Charlotte runs by the side of the carriage.

"Let's play, young lady ..." "Hey! Stop smelling now! Stupid!"

From Lucille approaching her nose, Charlotte ran away and hid behind Bergriff.

"Haha, you've become a good friend" "Not a good friend!

Charlotte rushed with him. Lucille snapped his nose, seemingly clogged.

"I escaped again ..." "Lucile, don't bully me too much? She's a delicate child."

Well, it doesn't seem like she really hates, but Bergliff grinned. It seemed that it was fun to hate and escape.

"The old people said," Oyuni-dezazura, but it's not good just to love ... "" You still don't know well. "" That girl smells unusually good. That's right, Mr. Bell ... It doesn't smell like perishable perfume. It's not the smell of the common people's dirt and sweat ... it's a round and soft smell. " I'm not sure. "

Berggriff laughed and unloaded.

"Sorrow strikes me ... but when it's hard, it sings when it's painful. Oh, baby, baby dongo"

Lucille shuffled the six strings she had in her hand. Even though it's spicy, the sound doesn't feel pathetic. Singing a sad song in bright tune seemed somewhat incongruous, but somehow the brilliant brightness of this southern beast might have survived the dark past of slavery. I thought a little.

It is troublesome to load and unload luggage every time you arrive at the inn, but it is not fun to leave it in a carriage and steal it. Having become accustomed to doing it over and over, Bergriff unhurriedly unloaded his luggage, and the Qasims picked it up and took him to his room.

As I approached Bordeaux, it felt like winter was still there. The wind, which felt soft, has regained its sharpness, and the snow is still tinting the area. Nevertheless, it was clear that it was somewhat out of the harshness of winter in the north. It seemed that some farmers were already raising fields. There are many lush buds from the wheat field. Belgryf felt somewhat reassured that he was approaching his hometown. I once again thought that the countryside was better than the city.

When the last baggage was put on my shoulder, the yakmo fluttered.

"Oh, Mr. Bell. Is there any more luggage?" "Oh, Yakumo-san. Thanks. I'm done. This is the last." "Haha, it's bad because the rednecks are bare ... you don't have to have much luggage."

Yakumo laughed, as Bergriff said.

"Because I'm so light, I don't have to do anything.

Bergliff laughed and reloaded his luggage. When I started walking, Yakumo and Lucile came along. It is the same inn.

"Well, it's Bordeaux tomorrow. I hope you'll find the people you are looking for ..."

According to Berggriff, the yakmo scratched his cheeks.

"Hmm ... that's right ..." "...? What's wrong?" "Nothing."

When they separated from each other and entered the room, Casim and Bjak were facing each other across the table. Bjalak closes his eyes and is jealous. Kashim looked back, apparently recognizing the prosthetic leg hitting the floor.

"Oh, that's your luggage last?" "Oh, meditation?" "Well, I've come a long way. I wonder if my feelings are gone?"

Even though they were talking, Bjak did not move. Looks like he's really focused. Bergliff sits down in bed.

"Are you progressing?" "Well, because it's so important for mental stability, I guess weirdness was gone and the shell was torn." "Haha finally got tired. `` I don't say anything selfish, fucking dads. ''

Looking up, Bjalak opened one eye and stared at them.

"Shut up ..." "Hey," "I'm sorry," "..."

Byak tapped his tongue and closed his eyes again. Bergliff and Kassim looked up and smirked.

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We had dinner at the bar next to the inn and settled in a separate room. In the evening's mouth, it seems cold, but there are a lot of drunks. There are hilarious voices coming and going outside the window.

Angelin knitted and untied Charlotte's hair, playing with it. Charlotte is left with a sleepy face. Charlotte's hair is dry and feels very good. The smell is also fluffy and sweet, and I feel like Lucy is surely crazy. A dog beast would be much noseier than himself.

Miriam was melting with his chin on the table. I'm probably sleepy because I'm hungry. Angeline feels sleepy somehow. At that time, Anessa, who was on a walk, returned. He rubs his hands on his cheeks, which have been reddened by the cold wind.

"Is it sleepy anymore?" "No, there's something ..." "No, there's a steam bath shop when I walk. I thought I'd go."

It seems to be a combination of flame stone and dried herbs. Indeed, I wiped my body for the last few days, but I don't remember taking a bath.

"Let's go ... Shal? Steam bath?" "Numya ...? Bath? Go ..."

Charlotte hugged Angelin in return in the first place. I'll take you anyway, whether you're asleep or something. Miriam stood up and pounded her cheeks.

He contacted the Berggryphs, but Berggryf did not go because he had written material, Kasim did not say he hated the bath, and Bjaku threw out "Who would go." Kassim laughed.

"Is it about my age. Is it uncomfortable for a man to be a beautiful girl?" "That's not it." "Let's rest slowly. Come back and do not drop in so you don't get cold."

Angelin nodded.

"Yes, I understand ... I'll go."

It was strange that I was lonely and relieved and had a strange feeling. When you go outside, the wind is cold. Sprayed from the other side, it seemed to narrow my eyes. Charlotte embraces Angelin's arm.

"Hey, I woke up." "Yes ... go fast."

It was not so far away. It is a wooden building, buried under the cliff behind. Steam was rising from the gap, and the light was illuminated from below, whether it was a lamp or a pyroxene, and the shadows looked strangely three-dimensional.

When I paid for the reception, it didn't seem that many customers were inside. Or maybe it was past the peak of customer traffic. Anyway, it seems to enter slowly. Unusually, a man and a woman are separated in a steam bath in the countryside, and the place that looks like a large cave on the cliff behind was a bath.

I took off my clothes and entered the bath. The temperature is high by assembling a number of flame stones whose temperature varies depending on the combination, and spring water comes from a gutter that extends over it. The steam was soaring with a thundering sound. The refreshing smell that wonders may be that of a herb on a stone. The lamp is suspended from the ceiling, but the steam is so deep that the visibility is cloudy and I don't know what it is. Some people are barely visible.

"Hey, where are all three?"

Miriam said in the back.

"This is it. Watch your step."

Anessa turned around and called.

It seems that there is a wooden bench near the wall, and sits down to sit there. I thought it was quite hot from the time I entered, but when I sat down, I felt it more. Not only steam, but also the temperature of the flame stone may be high. I don't even know the face of the person sitting opposite. Angelin fluttered her eyes and wiped with the back of her hand any water or sweat shed from her forehead. At that time, the other side of the mouth spoke.

"Maybe they're Angers?" "... Yakumo?"

The face in front of her face, waving her hand and steaming, is a yakmo. Lucille was sitting next to it. Charlotte screamed. Lucille snapped his nose.

"Oss destiny ... but I don't know the smell here ..." "Two people came." "Oh, I'm thinking of removing the dirt."

Yakumo said, rubbing her naked body with her towel. Someone who wears out, such as the chest and waist, comes out, but is tight and well-rounded. But it is full of old wounds. There were large wounds that had been torn from the shoulders to the chest, and there were also wounds in the flanks. Yakumo laughed from the ground, perhaps noticing that he was watching.

"What did you do in your old job? The scars are terrible, but they won't hurt anymore." "... What kind of work did you do?" "Sorion, adventurer. You fought against the beast.

I said that and lifted my wet bangs. Anessa said.

"Yakumo-san, I think he's pretty good ..." "Huh, I'm glad you've said that. You're beautiful and you can go up to S or AAA without getting hurt. It's a proof of my talent. I'm glad I can be proud. "

Angeline looked down. I think that there are various adventurers. Lucile stood up and sat next to Miriam.

"I'm gonna be enviable, Kitty-chan." "Oh, you're pretty stiff, this is it." "Weight of happiness ... can you rub it?" "No, don't get any money." "Noisy guys. Then ... "

Yakumo sighed and wiped his forehead sweat.

"But it's Bordeaux tomorrow ... It was kind of fast." "Yet not yet Arne ... Tornella is still ahead." "Isn't it parting from people?" "The old people said. Traveling is a compassionate journey, and you and Ozada-dagen are good." "Keep yourself quiet. You can feel lonely. "OK, but ..." "Who are the two people you are looking for?" "Speaking of which, I didn't hear that. If you could teach me, would you help me?" "Hmm ..."

Yakumo looked down silently. Lucille suddenly becomes quiet and descends.

"... It's the tide, yakumo" "Who's yakumo ... oh, right?"

Yakumo violently scratched her hair. Water drops were splattered.

"... I'm a nobleman of Lucrecia. She's the daughter of a cardinal, she's heard she's been chased from the country and wandering Rhodesia with a suspicious campaign."

Charlotte's expression was drawn. Angeline was impatiently prepared.

"... Huh?" "Have you heard of the political change in Lucrecia? The situation hasn't changed, and the nobleman who plans to return her daughter to her proper position has asked us to bring it back. "

Yakumo stared at Charlotte.

"Sir Balmunk's daughter. Shal, it's about you. It's Sir Robert." "Lie ...! Uncle must be dead!"

Lucile shook and shook his head.

"I'm a lonely uncle ... it's a surrogate to die. It looks like she's hiding underground until a political change happened." "Such ..." "... Sir Robert?" I'm a pope, so I've been in the Inquisition once. "" No. Who is it? She's going to take care of Shal? "

Yakumo scratched his cheeks in trouble.

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm a typical Lucrecia aristocrat who's at dawn of political strife. Well, I don't think I'll do anything wrong ..." "Because you're a good person ..." said Lucille. "If you're a bad guy, you've been mercilessly beaten and brought the shar, but ..." "Well. A former aristocrat's daughter, she looks beautiful. She's caught or used by strange guys. If you seemed to be there, the story was quick, but you were a good person to worry about.To be honest, we are wondering if we should bring Shal back to Lucrecia. " "

In response to Miriam, Yakumo shook his head.

"Don't you know if you're an adventurer too? Throwing out a request you've received on your own is trustworthy. It makes sense. Sir Robert is related to Shar and can be a family. I don't know if it's the best, but I think it's not the worst. ''

Angelin was thrilled with the word blood connection. At that time, I felt weight on my body. Charlotte was leaning. The face is red. It seemed that I was upset, partly because of sudden confusion. Yakumo looked down apologically.

"... We're also at work. I don't want to force me, but if I get into a conflict ..." "... then then, I'm sorry, Shar has gone up, so I'm going out." No, I would like to hear the answer in Bordeaux. "" Good night ... "

I was stunned. Cold weather is comfortable for a completely warm body, but there is no room to enjoy it. Both Anessa and Miriam are silent. Angelin thought, feeling the weight of Charlotte on his back. If they are relatives, if they are not real parents, are they happier? But what do Charlotte himself think? Would it be better to return to Lucrecia and live as a noble daughter, than to enter the earthy life of Tornella?

When I returned to my room, no one seemed to talk. Probably not enough thoughts to be consulted. It would still be nice if the yaks spawned and tried to take Charlotte home. However, I can't afford to be able to manage myself just like that.

The Belgriffs were already sleeping, so the Angelines went to bed. In the bed, my thoughts extend.

Blood connection. You are the same. That doesn't mean that my days with Bergliff have faded. But what is a real family? I don't want to think that Bergliff is making an upper family, hiding something about his upbringing. But he didn't even talk about it. Only doubts began to swell, and I couldn't do enough, and when I noticed, the sky was white.

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When the sun began to rise, Angelin ran from behind and jumped on his back as he walked out of the inn to try out his daily routine.

"Oops"

Bergliff staggered a little, but soon stepped on and took center of gravity.

"Good morning, Anger. What's wrong?"

Angelin squeezed his face into the neck and breathed. With a tickling and some sort of strange Angeline, Bergliff laughed somberly.

"What the hell are you spoiled?" "... Isn't it?" "Oh, do you come too?" "Yeah ..."

Angeline rushed to Bergriff's back. There are a number of people who are already leaving from the morning. Some people are relocating large packages of luggage from cart to cart, perhaps as a result of a business deal. Berglyph exhaled a white breath, saying the area was still brilliant, but still quite lively.

There are vacant lots just a short walk away, and there is no human figure, probably because garbage and garbage are scattered. Here, swinging the sword will not bother you. Angelin, who got off her back, saw the Bergryph rather than pulling her sword, but saw her as she swung her sword and followed her. However, the sword had no sharpness. Swords come and go several times.

Perhaps noticing the strangeness, Bergliff stopped swinging his sword and looked at Angelin with a suspicious face.

"What's wrong? Isn't it strange?" "That ..." "Yeah?"

Angelin was scrambled. It was a gesture of combining hands and wondering where to start.

"... Dad doesn't hide it from me?" "Hmm? I don't think it's hidden ... but ..." "... Do you know my true parents?"

Bergliff frowned.

"HM……"

Angelin stared at Bergriff while moistening her black eyes. Bergliff sighed.

“… Sorry.” “――That!

At the same time Angelin's face distorted in sadness, Bergliff spun on.

"I don't know. You were in the basket alone ... No, when I picked it up, I just looked around and ... I thought I couldn't hold my baby and wander around the forest too much ..." "... "Hm ...? Well, so, I'm sorry. If I knew, I've always wanted to be able to meet somehow, but ... Dad, I can't talk about that topic."

Bergryf scratched his head like a bad guy. Angelin finally wondered if his real parents were concerned. No matter what, she is a step-parent. There's no way she can ask for herself. He talked a lot with Angelin, but didn't talk much about being a true parent. I think I didn't do it on purpose. I guess Angelin felt separated from me. However, if Angelin tells the story in this way, what he can do as a parent will be to respond to his daughter's wishes. I have to face myself to have escaped.

"Angier ... if you want it ... even if you look for a true parent ..."

But before Bergliff finished, Angelin jumped into his chest. She is spilling tears.

"Good!" "Hmm? No, Anger" "Good! My dad is just my dad!"

Bergliff gently stroked Angelin's teary back.

"... I was worried about something?" "Yeah ..."

Angelin talked with a quivering utterance, as if choosing words. When I talked to Marguerite, I began to worry about my true parents, and from there, doubted that Bergryf was hiding something about himself, jealous of Charlotte and Bjak I felt that I had lost my family.

Berggriff was quiet, listening occasionally with a hammer. Then he stroked Angelin's head, who had finished talking.

"I see ... I did my best." "I'm sorry ..." "I don't have to apologize. I'm sorry, I didn't notice." "No, I was selfish ..."

Bergliff sat down a little and saw Angelin head on.

"Angee, you're the boy you picked up, you may not have any blood connections, but you're definitely your dad's daughter, and it's the most important thing you can't replace. "Don't forget it." "Yeah ..." "Dad ... I was worried that you couldn't do it. Even you're eighteen and tied to what Dad had said so much. "Isn't it okay?" "So, did you say it wasn't spicy?" ! "

Angelin jumped at Bergliff. Hang your arms around your neck.

"Dad! If you have anything you want to say, say it! If you get weird, you'll be anxious!" "Hah, it's bad ... but that's what you do."

Angelin descended on the ground and turned to Bergliff with a slightly more serious face.

"... So, there's an important story."

Angelin talked about the yakumo last night. Bergliff frowned and folded his arms. A chicken squeaked away and a rattling rattle was heard.