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

The fiery fire glowed red like a jewel. The flame hasn't risen, but if you hold your hand over it, it's too hot to stay for a few seconds. In the pot placed above, stew, rather than stew, is simmered with the sound that the ingredients are thrown into it.

The outside of the window was covered in dim darkness and was not completely dark, but was dyed in light purple. The wind blew and the branches of the trees made a noise.

"Let's eat plenty!"

An elf girl placed a pot in the middle of the table. The brown-haired boy smiled laughing.

"I came out, Elf territory specialty, simmered"

A hay-colored boy struck his cheek with a slim face.

"Is this again? ... Your repertoire is too small."

The elf girl bulged her cheeks. The brown-haired boy said while sharing the juice.

"No, I think it's good. I'm good ... but hey?" "I'm tired because the seasonings are the same." "Mmm, it can't be helped. I'm out of money." "That's right ... but somehow. "Why are you telling me ..."

The talked red-haired boy scratched his cheek in trouble. An elf girl sharpens her mouth.

"Isn't it bad? Do you think so too?" "No, I don't think it's so delicious ..." "Well, huh? It's two-to-two." I'm gonna eat the next job sooner. "

The hay-colored boy threw a spoon into the bowl as if he had given up. Vegetables and meat cut into pieces are seasoned only with salt. It's not bad because the broth is out, but it still lacked the taste. The red-haired boy had been thinking for a while, but he suddenly dragged his luggage and fished inside inside as he remembered.

"What happened?" "No, no ..."

Take out the small box from inside. An elf girl leans her head.

"What, that" herb "Spices of the southern part, and later, lumps of sap of Atura"

With that said, I took out some of the pieces that were further divided into sachets. Apparently, the red-haired boy was carrying some seasonings such as spices. First, a pinch of powdered spices was sprinkled in a pan. An appetizing fragrant scent rises immediately.

"after……"

The dried achura sap is further shaved off with a knife. It is a sap with a unique taste and aroma. Dried products are used to season outdoor dishes. This was also bought by the boy for a long-term outdoor activity. The heat melted the sap and thickened the loose juice. The red-haired boy, while watching the taste, added some dried herbs and salt this time, stirred, and finally scraped the dried cheese and sprinkled it.

"How about"

Immediately, two boys who sipped a bit cheered.

"Good! Really!" "Well, you shouldn't count on me."

An elven girl grabbed the shoulders of a bitter red-haired boy. The red-haired boy was scared and tense.

"... Hey" "What is it?" "... Tell me this time" "U, yeah ..."

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Because it is not such a large house, it is very small. There are nine adults and children, so a table for four was not enough, and renting another table completely filled the space.

"Dad, you've burned bread."

Thinly baked bread was piled on a large plate. In the fireplace, Miriam stirs stew in a pot. Preparation for dinner has also become a bit more difficult than before. If the amount is more than double, it is a little different to make it. Fortunately, Angelin, Anessa and Miriam can also cook. Charlotte was working hard to remember, and it seemed that the fun was somehow ahead of the hardship.

Dinner with lightly baked bread and lamb stew, dried grapes and cheese. I smelled the smell rising from the stew and suddenly remembered the old days. This spice was brought from Orphen. I feel like I smelled like this in the past. Kasim said while tying his hair.

"Oh, what a nostalgic smell." "What do you think. What did you smell? ..." "Well, you put the spices in Satie's simmery boiled rice."

Yes, that was certainly the case. It should have been less than a month since the party was four people. It was a time when I often asked Satie for her turn because she was a woman. Since then, there is a memory that Bergglyf has been in charge of more. Anessa closed her eyes.

"Wasn't Sati's good at cooking?" "I wasn't good at it, or he didn't have a repertoire." "Boiled vegetables and meat cut into pieces and season with salt He was insisting on Elves' specialties or something, but hey, what about, Ji-chan? "

Graham, who was wiping Mito's lips, looked up.

"... Well, the food of the Elven territory is tasteless. Not only does it not eat meat, but it does not go up to the table. Charlotte said, "It was good ..." "Lenbass. Marie also said that." "Is your grandfather's favorite too?" “…… Um” “What is Lembus? Well ... there are abundant things in the elf area, but it's probably not that much. "" Spirit tree ... maybe an Oma tree? " Are there many Oma trees growing?

Miriam screamed.

The Oma tree is a rare tree, and its sap is used as a raw material for various medicines, including elixirs. However, it is mostly found in places where humans rule, and is found only in deep mountains and in difficult dungeons. The elves who do not please humans and leave nature as they are are governed by the rule.

Angelin shouted at the stew.

"Sati-san didn't talk about Lembus ...?" "Yes, I don't think I heard that much." "He just said that the Elven territory was boring." "Yes, grandfather?" "... Well, it would be boring to make an elf who feels longing for the outside world."

Regardless of Graham or Marguerite or Satie, the elves are heretics. They jumped out of traditional life in the Elven territory. It is obvious to them that Elf territory is boring. Anessa crossed her arms.

"We don't know ... Elves don't want to go out that much." "Similar to humans, Anessa. Adventurers don't think of traveling, but many people are rooted in the ground. You will have no doubt that you will live and die in the land. "

The same goes for Tornella. Young people have a longing for the outside because there is a heretic who is not caught in conventional life. In Tornella, Bergryf and Angelin are, and in Elf, Graham. I don't know if it's good or bad.

We had dinner while chatting with this and that, and by the time we cleared up the dishes, the sun was going down. Bergliff added water to the cans, set it on fire, and went out of the house to bring firewood. Even though the day is already full of spring, the night breeze is cold when the sun goes down. Although it is chilly, the twilight of spring is strangely soft.

Whether someone is practicing at some house or open at a small banquet, you can hear the fuzzy sound of the fiddle riding the wind. Bergliff stared into the darkness of the garden for a while, but eventually returned home, holding firewood, as he remembered.

Graham and Bjak are sitting down in front of the fireplace. Graham, who was originally interested in the existence of the Demon King, naturally also looked at Bija. Byak seemed to be a little weak with Graham's heavy atmosphere, and did not hate or slap like the Belgriffs.

"Hmm ... then again." "... I understand."

Byak has a difficult face and is focused on something. Graham's policy was to try to interact with the Demon King's personality within him. Graham seemed to hope that this would further establish Bjak's ego, while at the same time gaining a deeper understanding of the Demon King.

Charlotte was tinkering with Graham's hair all the way back, with the faces facing each other with a very serious face. Elf's smooth silver hair seems to be fun to knit and bundle, and Charlotte moves his hand without getting tired of the comb.

It was funny that the serious face of Graham was braided and knitted as it was, and turned into a ponytail and twin tails, and Bergliff laughed while adding firewood to the fireplace. You can't blame Bakku who opened his eyes after concentrating and suddenly blew out. Charlotte laughed.

"Grandfather's hair is rustling. It's amazing to have an old age." "Temee ... I'm serious about people ..." "Byak ... Don't get angry." "Is that okay, grandfather ... "

Anessa greases and bows the bowstrings and checks the wings and arrowheads. Angelin is playing Miriam, Casim and cards side by side with Mito on her knees. It was so busy that I thought it was a lie that I lived alone about a year ago.

"Dad, let's play poker together." "Oh, wait a minute. I'll brew tea." "Is it boiling? I'll do it ..."

Angelin stood up with Mito on Miriam's knee.

"I like flower tea, but I also like rent leaf tea ..." "Because the number of people has increased, this pot is small ... I wish I had a big one at the next peddling." "I wish I had bought it last time ... "Yes ... I didn't buy it because I was afraid of the cracks, but I didn't buy it." "Huh ... my dad also failed." "That's right. You lifted your dad too much."

Bergliff laughed and rubbed Angelin's hair. Angelin shouted happily. After brewing tea and arriving at the table, Mito came on board.

"Dad, is it sour?" "I'm listening a lot, you too."

Bergliff stroked Mito's head and rinsed a sip of tea. Miriam giggles.

"Bell, I bought a lot of tea, but I didn't buy a tea pot." "Because I bought a lot of unusual things ..." "Steamers ...?" "... Hehehe, you can't get the eastern ingredients around here." Kassim stroked his beard and then struck his elbow at the table as he remembered. "And what do you want to do when you leave?"

It is a journey to meet Percival and aim for "Navel of the Earth". Bergliff lifted Mitto and put her back on her knees.

"It's about summer. At least it's better to have a new house." "It's amazing, it's already made, maybe it will be completed before summer?" "New house ... fun" "This is already small ..."

And yet, somehow, there is still no feeling that people are likely to increase. Anyway, now I'm doing my daily work and preparing for the journey little by little. Although there is not much luggage preparation than the original, it is a foreign land anyway. The path to follow must be carefully decided.

The "Navel of the Earth" is said to be in the Nindia Mountains, the border between Tildis and the Dadan Empire. It is located far south of Tornella. There are two ways to get there. One is south of Rhodesian territory, passing through Lucrecia, and the other is east from Orphen or Bordeaux, going through Tildis territory.

After finishing the bow and arrow maintenance, Anessa pulled out the chair and crossed the circle.

"If you are heading east from Bordeaux, it's the northern trade route, right? It's a detour." Yeah, "Have you ever gone to Tirdis?" "Yes. Well, I've been in the imperial capital for a long time, so there's a local intuition there." "Wouldn't that be better ...?" "But I want to go to Tildis ..." "Tildis is a country on the meadow? There are many nomads, and you're not good at riding Angers, are you okay?" "Mm ..."

Angelin crossed her arms to worry. He insisted that Angeline would be included in this trip. In that case, Anessa and Miriam are included in the count if the leaders go and they are together. Berggriff grinned, saying that the two S-Rank adventurers and the party were a luxurious journey together. Casim leaned up a little and looked at Graham.

"Hey, have you ever gone to that hole?"

Graham looked up. It is a braided pigtail by Charlotte's hand.

"... I only have it once, over fifty years ago."

Bergliff scratched his cheek. Fifty years. I am not even born. It is a feeling of excitement. Kassim laughed and twisted his beard.

"That's terrible, but then you don't seem to remember the way." "Yes ... my memory is ambiguous." "What way did Grandpa go ...?" Angelin said. "I am? At that time ... it was a return from the east. It was a return trip that got that."

Graham said, showing a great sword standing against the wall. It is a living steel sword, made from the fruits of a steel tree at the end of the east. Angeline screamed at him.

"That sword is good ..." "... I don't know if you should get a better sword." "Hmm ..." Angelin picked up the card and mixed it with a familiar hand. "For the time being ... Game" "Yosh, let's do it. Well, you should still plan your journey slowly."

Bergliff looked out of the window, rubbing Mito, who was tinkering with his beard. The wind blew and the thin glass made a rattle.

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Further west of Hazel, a town west of Bordeaux, there is a deep forest called Komori. Empire settlers In a forest where immigrants entered the area, immigrants tried to open the forest many times, but due to the rugged resistance of the forest, they only created a town right next to the forest . Komori accepted whoever enjoyed the grace of the forest, but was stubborn against those who wanted to rule.

In such a deep forest, various high-ranked monsters lurking in the depths, large trees roaming around with intentions, bad wizards that stray the entered humans and turn them into beasts, etc. There were gossip.

In the duties of the shift that evening, an older soldier born and raised in Hazel is talking to a young soldier from Bordeaux's territory.

"That's why I was told in my bag that I couldn't go too far." "Well, then why wouldn't the adventurer come too much?" "Oh, well. The adventurer doesn't come back anyway." Well, if you don't go deep and just pick nuts and mushrooms, it's nothing but a rich forest. "" Well, don't you think about logging and opening up, Helvetica-sama? " "The first guys to come here said that they met with terrible eyes trying to do that." "What do you mean with terrible eyes?" "Everything, in the evening when hundreds of trees were cut down for clearing, It's a story that not only did the trees walk in from behind and restored the forest, but they also crushed and buried the lumberjacks into the ground. … "

The young soldier shook.

"Cho, please stop it." "Hahaha, what are you not good at?" "It's not like that ... but is it a myth now?" It's true that it was restored overnight. Even if the first reclamation village was swallowed up by the forest and disappeared. "" Um, it's terrible. If you can't cut it, then burn it. " You can't say stupid, you can't burn a real forest with fire, because it has plenty of water on the ground, and if you do that, you won't have to. And that's a joke ... so it's meaningful to look over the forest every night like this. "" Well. There's no separate monsters overflowing, and it doesn't seem to be in a dungeon. But after all, this forest is known for its advantage "Is that a troublesome neighbor?" "That's right. Well, you just have to get along well, and you've come so far, but it's still uneasy to be unidentified." Do you hear anything? "" An? "

The two soldiers listened. Leaf rubbing is mixed with the whispering sound, and you can hear a strange, low-pitched, belly-sounding sound like a groaning sound.

The two looked at each other and looked into the woods and twitched. The moon close to the full moon illuminated the ground, and it could be seen that something large was moving in the black silhouette of the Komori. It was much larger than the forest, as if it were a little mountain, sliding sideways. Strangely enough, while such a big thing was moving, I couldn't hear any sound of the trees being knocked down or broken. However, I just heard the rustling sound and the low sound.

The soldiers breathed, holding a bow and arrow on the lookout. I thought of ringing the bell and waking other soldiers. It is an emergency if such things are heading to town. You have to wake up the inhabitants. But the big one wasn't here. He was heading slowly but steadily towards the northern mountains.

"... What shall we do?" "... Let's take a look for a moment. I won't come here, but I'll tell you later. The bell may be ringing." "I wake up the other guys "I'll come."

That night, Hazel's camp was a bit uproar, but fortunately nothing happened. However, it was so slow that I couldn't imagine leaving the forest, but by dawn the big black shadow had disappeared. The soldiers, therefore, felt as if they had been embodied in something, and wondered what they had reported.