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

A fire was lit in a square lit by the western sun, and many villagers were gathering. A large pot is placed on the bonfire, and the stew is stewed with a noise. Charlotte was stirring it with a long wooden spatula.

Kasim is talking with a cup of apple wine in one hand.

"Whatever, it blows and blows it, it will play, so this is how it would be. If you wanted to erase it with the maximum firepower, the bells decided to win. No, I was sorry, I thought that I could do my best in a long time Ni, "While it is a fake dragon, it is against the dragon species class alone ....

Sasha is impressed and listens to it. Next to it, the young triad of adventurers and the young people in the village listened intently and nodded. Everyone looks tired, but their expressions are bright and shining.

I didn't think I was really preparing for the banquet and waiting. Looking at the villagers laughing and drinking alcohol like this, Bergliff could not believe that he had been fighting alive or dying a while ago. However, I think that it may be important to make a cheerful buzz like this after a bad thing.

Turn as if shrugging and take a big breath. When I went to the forest, I wasn't bothered by the tension and I wasn't bothered. Move with the same intentions as young people and high-ranked adventurers, and then trail. I was a little worried about what to do if the gangs hurt, but this was the result of helping Mito and Graham. Belgriff slapped his cheeks with his palms, something to regret.

Look around. The houses seen from the plaza have not collapsed, but the eaves are scrambled and the walls are cracked. Still, the villagers seemed to be tidy up while the Belgriffs went to the woods, and the situation was quite different from the clutter in the morning. Only a few homes were in danger and couldn't move, and many homes were likely to be able to wake up with their cleanup and simple repairs. The villagers of Tornella are powerful, as long as they can escape the extraordinary fears and anxieties of a village raid. Even in desperate situations, things can seem to go more smoothly than you can if you can find a bright path.

The head of the village, Hoffman, picked up the apple liquor and handed it.

"Selenium-sama, tell Helvetica to take over the winter wheat from Bordeaux's territory. Thanks to you, you're no longer worried!" He will also send people to rebuild the village, so the lord can count on him. "

Kelly laughed. Fortunately, I was in the middle of that, and Selenium, who knew the disaster in the village, immediately decided to help Tornella. Of course, it doesn't depend on her, but Helvetica is unlikely to refuse. It will provide the greatest help in winter food, reconstruction of buildings and other villages. Hoffman drank apple wine and laughed.

"It's helpful to have a connection with the Lord at such times. Belle, maybe thanks to you."

I glanced at me. Beyond that, Angelin and Selenium are talking side by side. Occasionally laughter mixes and looks very fun. The connection with the Bordeaux family is, in essence, a connection that began with Angelin. She saves Selenium, so Sasha comes and Helvetica comes ... A little bit of things are connected by lines, and it's time now.

For now, there seems to be no problem with the recovery of Tornella. Everyone could do their utmost to get better, if not best, results. Since the future cannot be foreseen, there is no specification to say what has passed.

Bergliff gently stood up and left the square. Go home with a bottle of apple juice. Back at home, he saw Mitto lying on his back on the bed and Graham sitting quietly beside her.

"How are you?" "It doesn't happen yet, but the complexion isn't bad."

Bergliff sat down while pouring apple juice into a glass and handing it to Graham. Looking down on Mito. He sighed, sighing, struggling as if his nose was clogging in between.

"... I wonder if I have a bad dream." "It was just that. No wonder."

Graham closed his eyes with a sip of apple juice.

"... Thanks for the help. Thank you, Bell." "What wasn't what I did alone. There was Angers, there was Casim ... and everyone worked hard."

Reach out and stroke Mito's head. The expression that was a little stiffened suddenly became loose. Bergliff smiled, and then looked up at Graham.

"We just want to postpone the problem." "Um ..." Graham frowned. "There seems to be somebody who has begun to attack this forest." "What ...? Who is it?" "I don't know. But the thoughts of the elf captured in the forest told me. The man in white clothes "I awakened the malice of the forest." "White clothes ..."

Berglyph twisted his head, wondering who he was. I wonder what the purpose is in the first place. Graham looked down.

"It's strange when you think about it. The forest only aimed at Mito .... If you want the power, it's no wonder that Charlotte, which has a lot of magic, is aimed at. I don't know what kind of hand you used, I have to feel something artificial. "

That's for sure. However, according to Graham's story, Mori aggravated his malice in the wake of the fight against Solomon. That might have left its tail and aimed at Solomon's homunculus, Mito. In fact, Mori responded to Baku, where the Demon King came out. Graham crossed her arms.

"It's not an improbable story, but ... I guess we have no other choice than to guess." I can't say it, but I don't think it's a type of thing that stands out very much from this perspective. ... I'm here. "

Berggriff sighed that this was not the time to go on a journey. Graham stared at the glyphs.

"But the opponent isn't aiming at Tornella. In my experience, those who don't show up have a different level of vigilance. It's hard to imagine that he's coming. If I do, I'll be safe next time. "

Graham glanced deeply into her eyes, as he knew the other way. Berggriff smiled and scratched his cheek.

"... I guess so if you say that."

Indeed, this time, I didn't know where the opponent was, so I got behind in all ways, but once I've experienced it, this old elf can't miss any trifles.

"But Graham, I'm kind of excited. It's like Marie."

Graham kissed her badly. Bergliff laughs somberly.

"Have you revived the adventurer's instinct in a pinch after a long time?" "At all ... you can see anything."

Graham laughed in trouble.

"... you have to settle your own past. In the meantime, you can carry your luggage on your back." "... Sorry. That kind of thing doesn't go into my self. You've worked enough for others. It's about time you can do something for yourself. " I will do it. "

Bergliff smiled and twisted his beard. After all, I can't laugh at Graham. After a sip of apple juice, Bergliff leaned back a little.

"But Mito's problem hasn't been solved yet .... Although the magic power has been lost again, is it sure that the body will generate too much magic power as before? It's like a mass of magic. ''

Graham also assumed that Mit used much of its magical power to build a human-like body. However, subsequent observations revealed that the body was a more condensed mass of magic, and that magic was additionally generated in the body. There is no doubt that the magical power that did not fit into the body gradually overflowed and that was one of the factors that caused the uproar. Solomon's magic from Homunculus, unlike that of humans and elves, often seemed to call for something rather poor. There is a great possibility, though not as much as this Komori, to bring in a kind of demon.

Graham nodded.

"... I have a thought. It is impossible to prevent the generation of magic power, but if you use the generated magic power for something and continue to consume it, you will not have to call a powerful power beyond the threshold "Huh? But how do you say consumption ..." "Oh, there are things I want to ask you."

At that time, Mito vaguely opened her eyes. Raise the upper body slowly, constantly blinking.

"... here, where?" "Mito"

He was a bit scared, but Bergriff called out, and when he saw him he jumped into his chest with tears and began to cry.

"Otosan ..." "... I did my best, Mito"

Bergliff smiled and stroked Mito's head. Mito was squatting for a moment in Bergriff's chest, but glanced up.

"Grandfather !? Grandfather is okay !?" "I'm here."

Mito was amazed for a moment, but immediately hugged Graham as if to bounce.

"Grandfather ... I'm sorry." "Apologize for what you did." "But ... but because of me ..."

Graham placed the cup on the table and laughed a little and crumpled Mito's hair.

"Since you jumped into the forest once, Tornella was saved. Don't worry."

Mito sheds tears so as not to be convinced.

"... I'm glad I was safe anyway. Are you hungry?"

Berggriff said and smiled. Graham stands up holding Mito. Then he frowned a little.

"... Bell, I'm sorry, please." "Oh, don't overdo it ..."

Berggriff smiles and lifts Mito from Graham's arm. Graham bowed down and stomached to his side. To be honest, the Bergryph is a bit tough, but much better than Graham's flank.

Berggriff, holding Mitto, went out of the house with Graham. The western sun is completely tilted and is already on the mountain ridgeline. A little more will sink and burn the sky. Mito fluttered her eyes with a mysterious face.

"Where are you going ...?" "Oh, go eat dinner."

Mito relaxed a little. However, Bergliff went to the square without regard. I just wanted to cook the stew. In addition to the large pots, many steams are rising from the bowls here and there. Angelin, sitting beside the bonfire, looked up.

"Oh, dad ... Mito! I got up!"

The eyes of those who were there were immediately gathered in one direction. Angelin stood up happily and stroked Mito's head.

"Oh my sister ... I'm glad ..."

The villagers, both adults and youngsters, rushed from behind Angelin's smiling face. Mito strengthened her embrace of the Bergryph. I was scared to be angry. However, the villagers laughed with a crying face and uttered warm words to Mito one after another.

"Mito, welcome back!" "I'm sorry, say terrible things ... forgive me." Did you go hungry? Did you eat a lot? "

Mito was stunned. The body loses its power, loosens its embrace on the Bergglyph and makes its mouth tingling.

"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ..."

I couldn't say it because she was sobbing.

"You don't have to apologize, isn't it an intention?" "Oh, that strange tree is bad."

Mito rinsed her nose, spilling tears.

"I ... I can stay here ...?"

The villagers laughed and stroked Mito's head, not surprisingly.

"Thank you ..."

Bergliff smiled, rubbing Mito, crying on her chest while crying. There are parts that the villagers still haven't been able to boil over, though they don't appear in words. Still, I was glad to accept again this way. I'm sure you'll be settled down where you can make up your trades.

Bergliff looked up.

"Now I'm hungry. I'll let you go slowly today." "I've made a lot, so eat a lot!"

Charlotte wagged the wooden palm and laughed.

When it was rice, I turned apple wine and the place became bright at a stretch. The sun was completely hidden in the west mountains, and the darkness had begun to wrap around it, but nobody was aware of it. While seeing that, Bergliff glanced at Graham and looked at him. Graham smiled and nodded.

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The sign of summer has finally become stronger, and it is almost like early summer. The forest around the village is lush and swaying in the breeze, and the sheep's hair is growing and it is time for the shaving. The potatoes have been dug up, and the wheat field, which has escaped from the difficulties, has turned golden and the harvest has begun.

Tornella's homes have been repaired and their original lives are back. Nobody died, and after it passed, there was no scar left in the village, and the Komori raid seemed like a dream.

Standing in a new house with walls, Angelin looked around. The interior is not finished yet. This work was interrupted due to the repair of another house. However, it is already well shaped to be a house. I couldn't carry my luggage because the construction wasn't finished, but it seemed like a new life, and I was really excited.

"But before that ..."

Muttered. Hand your sword to your waist, lift it up and fix it.

"... What kind of person is Percy?"

Think about your father's old friend. Bergryf said he lost his foot in his cover. Imagine if Dad lost his legs by covering himself. Just a little imagination, it's no longer hot and painful. Cover your face with both hands. Amazing sadness and guilt. It is hard to imagine living on such a thing for more than 20 years.

Angelin's eyes fluttered and she moved out of the house, correcting her habit. The bright early summer sun was close to my eyes. There are several round clouds floating in the blue sky as if passing through. It's warm and cheerful, probably sweaty.

Go on a trip today. Aim for the "Southern Navel" in the southern Nindia Mountains. There is Percival there.

Angelin himself has a complex feeling for Percival. I feel angry if I think it caused him to lose his feet, but it's easy to imagine that he would still be suffering. So I think it's poor. But without it, I couldn't see Bergliff. Thinking like this, it seemed like I was awfully selfish.

When I looked up, Bergryf and Graham were talking about something in the garden. It's about being away. Angelin ran up to the side.

"Dad" "N, oh, Anger. Are you ready?" "Yeah ..."

Angelin grabbed the hem of Bergryf's clothes.

"Dad ... aren't you afraid to meet me? That ... to Percy-san." "Hmm ... I don't know.

Bergliff put his hand on Angeline's head. I just stroke it.

"But Percy is a friend. I'm afraid, but I want to see you."

Angelin muffled her mouth and hugged her on Bergriff's arm. For some reason, I felt stranger anxiety. Bergliff smiled and pinched Angelin's head.

"Either way, I was able to do it." "Mito, right?" "Oh."

This trip is no longer just a meeting with an old friend of Bergliff. In order to do what Graham thought, the material of a certain higher-ranking beast was needed. Just go to the "Navel of the Earth" where a powerful monster is rampant, which may be weird, but it's enough to add.

You can go on a journey with your dad and fight together. When I imagined it, I felt that the anxiety I just went was going somewhere. There was a roar from Bergriff's back. Graham's sword was shining lightly. Angelin pecks it with his fingertips.

"... Grandpa, are you okay if you don't have this child?"

Graham laughed small. The smile isn't that of the old man, but a young man who faces something new. This turmoil seems to have brought some changes to Graham. Bergliff handed his sword handle in trouble.

"But it's good, I really borrowed it. Angers is better ..." "No. I think that dad and my dad are more compatible ..." "According to Angelin, except me. You will be able to handle your sword the best, and your sword must trust you too. Your sword is still too fine to retire in Tornella. "

Berglyf scratched his cheek, saying, "I can't say that. Graham lent his great sword to Bergliff, as this trip required a battle with higher-ranking beasts. Berggriff was somewhat shy of having a sword that could be called a holy sword, but apparently decided to borrow it with the help of others. Angeline, of course, is delighted with this father's unexpected enhancement.

Take me to the village entrance. There is a carriage of the peddler, where Anessa, Miriam and Kasim are. Bjak, Charlotte, and Mito are off. Some young people and children from the village are also coming. Kasim, already sitting on the carriage, shook his mountain hat.

"Hey, you came. Can you go already?" "Oh, wait. Let's go."

Berglyph bowed down looking at the hawker.

"Thank you," "No, this is it! It's really safe along the way if you're together!"

A smiling woman is a blue-haired female peddler who has become quite familiar. She came to Tornella at the right time, and this time she had to piggyback on it.

While loading the luggage, Bergliff glanced at Mito. Mitto stood beside Charlotte and glanced up at Bergliff. Since the turmoil, the appearance has grown somewhat, and although his appearance has not changed, his words have become clear.

"Dad, take care ..." "Oh, you too. Can you help me?" "Yeah."

Mito nodded and smiled. The expression seems to be getting richer little by little. Angeline stroked Mito's head for the time being. Mito looked down comfortably.

"Sister ... come on!"

Angeline laughed. The strokes were a bit rough.

The horse's bridle was shaken, and the carriage began to move. Someone told me to go. Mito and Charlotte are waving in a shattering shouting. Next to it, Bjär was standing with his arms crossed with a mushy face. Angelin leaned out of the carriage and waved his hand.

The voice of the see-off gradually diminished and eventually became inaudible. The sunlight over the hood is warm, and the wind is blowing from the other side. South wind. The grass of the meadow rattled and rattled like a wave every time it blew. Angelin looked forward, and leaned to the next sitting Bergglyph, saying there was a place to go for the wind blowing.

The carriage sways on the stone. Perhaps because of the large number of people riding, it is unlikely that the speed will come out. You will arrive in Rodina after the evening.