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

Everyone said, saying, like a lion-like man. The man's body is wide and solid, and his height is large. The sharp eyes and the deeply wrinkled grief on the eyebrows seemed to refuse to draw. The white-haired, hay-colored hair is stretched lazily, but either because of the habitual hair quality, or it swells like a lion's mane, even though it doesn't blow a strong wind. .

The man was bending down on the edge of the hole. There is a deep hole in front of my eyes, and I don't know how far. There was a light haze in the hole. Stairs that seem to be made of rocks extend down the wall from the edge of the hole. A warm breeze blew up from the inside and shook the man's hair. It's weirdly moist and fishy and doesn't feel good. There were spots on the edge of the hole. Everyone seemed to be checking the hole. Some were just one, like men, but many were more than two together.

Suddenly, something caught my chest deep into my chest. The man frowned and pressed his chest. Close your eyes and breathe.

"... gogo"

He gripped the smell bag around his neck and pressed it against his mouth and nose. The refreshing smell from many herbs was transported to ether oil, which evaporates little by little, reaching the back of the nose and the throat. Rough breathing calms down, and the man takes a big breath. The man looked at the smell bag in his hand. Old thing. Faded fabric with frayed embroidery. Neither the herb nor the ether oils were made at the time. The man changed the material every time the smell faded and the effect was lost. However, the mix and the bag remain the same.

The man squeezed the bag and lifted his arm to throw it. But as if caught by someone, his arms were swung up and shaking, and then the man lowered his arms as if he gave up.

"Let's go ..."

When I mumbled, I lost my bag. I wonder how many times I did this. This is my past, the man hit his tongue. I tried to throw it away, but it wasn't suitable, and if I dropped it, someone picked it up and came back. You cannot be thrown away. Moreover, it is often difficult to breathe without relying on this.

Someone said that if we take history for fifty years, it is natural that there are good and bad things. That may be true. However, the man sighed that if he took his time out, he would feel less good. Seventeen. From that day on, my life seemed to have lost color. I didn't know what to do. However, guilt and outrageous anger hurt him. But it calmed down while waving his sword. That's why they continued to fight. If you indulge in thoughts alone, your thoughts will go down. That's why I was worried if I didn't keep moving.

From behind, there was a sound of stepping on the soil.

"How about your uncle?"

The man shook his head slightly without turning around. Light footsteps crouched down next to the man. Dog ears were hanging down like earlobes from the side of the fur hat.

"It's been a sultry time, baby ..."

The man looked down silently. The girl reflected the man in blue eyes and fluttered her eyes.

"That cloak looks hot." "Is still a loud guy ..."

stand up. An old, thick cloak rubbed against the clothes beneath and made a noise. The girl crouched and looked up at the man.

"Uaayugoi?"

The man ignored the girl and walked straight away. The girl looked at her back for a while, but eventually turned to the hole as if she had given up. As usual, a faint haze appeared, which seemed to swirl.

A black-haired woman with a spear in a eastern outfit, overturned by a man, has arrived. The woman looked suspiciously and looked back at the man over her shoulder.

"It looks like I'm in a bad mood again today."

The girl shook his head and his dog's ears shook. The woman sighed.

"Well, I don't want to be careful, I'm gonna do my best," "But it's better than the last request." "Well ... Belle and Anger will be doing well."

The woman thrust a spear at the ground and leaned like a walking stick.

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From Olfen, through the eastern city of Benares, enter Tildis via Jovem, the eastern gateway of the Principality. This is the Principality's eastern trading route. Unlike Heil, the northern gateway that also touches the elf territory, logistics flourished throughout the year because it was not closed by snow even in winter. The trade route is that of the Principality, along with the Southern Trade Route to the Imperial City.

Due to the active distribution of goods, the traffic of people is of course also strong. Many horse-drawn carriages come and go on the well-maintained wide roads, and peddlers go west and east in a line. Between the mountains running north and south, separating Tildis and the Principality of Estgal, a strong fort was built during the former war as an important base. The thick stone wall of the building now used as a checkpoint lets you look into it.

People gathered around the checkpoint to form a town with nature. Hatagoya on both sides of the sekisho cut down ho, and there are many shops that handle travel tools. There were some adventurers hanging out. Due to the delicate location of the border, the military organization is quite substantial and economically blessed as an important point of trade. For this reason, it is under the rule of the Principality of Estgal, but here the lord has great power, and the size of the town, combined with the appearance of an independent city-state. This is Jobem, a town that crosses the border.

Angelin pulled a Bergryph sleeve.

"Dad, that's a great big horse ..."

Several horses are lined up next to the fence. All horses are large and solid. The hooves were well maintained and the large bowl seemed to be upside down. Of course there are no cracks at all. Bergliff stroked his beard as admired. It's just a horse of value. A plow will work great.

"As expected, it's a Tildis horse ... maybe maybe you'll borrow it and ride it?"

Angelin's stiffness was spontaneous in response to the mischievous Bergliff's words. I am not good at riding. Even if you ride on the back of such a big horse, you will tremble just by thinking. After seeing Angelin, Bergliff laughed. Then he stroked Angelin's head.

"It's a joke, because there are so many people, not just Dad and Angers."

Angelin relievedly relieved her of the words that a ride would be a carriage.

He broke up with a blue-haired merchant at Orphen, and came to Jovem in a horse-drawn carriage that went east. The Berglyphs and others who got off the carriages were waiting in line to go through the checkpoint. The waiting time is long because there are many people and the queue is long. When everyone waited and there was no specification, Casim left the father and daughter and went to the market. It seems that they are procuring something.

While coming here, I moved to a stall with various products. With a large number of products, it is not inferior to the Orphen market. Iron products produced from the mines of the Principality are of high quality and are the main products of trade. In addition, wheat, dried herbs, wool, livestock, etc. are brought in from Orphan, and from Tildis, yarn and cloth such as silk and cotton, kimonos and carpets made of key ties, spices, horses, etc. are brought in. Merchants from Tildis and Keetie were exotic from their outfits and seemed to be excited just by looking at something. I've seen such merchants at Orphen, so it's no wonder now. However, I feel strongly that I can inspire my travels, or that I am going into that different culture, which may excite my heart.

This was the first time that he had crossed a border, and Bergliff struck his head noticing that he was uplifting for years. Angelin seems to be new to it, and it seems to be very happy with his father. He looked around busy and reported each discovery to Bergliff.

When he thought he was a little closer, the Kasims came back.

"Hey, wait on me. Everywhere is so busy that you can't buy it." "I'm on my way. Everything looks good." When I get sweet, I like sweets. "" Isn't it really tired so much? "" Mary, noisy. "

Marguerite was struck by Miriam and laughed. Bergliff scratched his cheek.

"Marie, are you really coming? Can you still go back?" "Uruzezo Bell. I can't forgive you to leave me on such an interesting journey."

While wondering what to say to Graham, Bergriff looked at the frowning elf girl in front of him.

When they arrived at Orphen, the Berglyphs naturally appeared to the guilds and church orphanages and greeted their friends. Lionel and the guilds rejoiced and wished the Belgriffs a safer journey, despite some disappointment that the Angelines did not return.

Meanwhile, Marguerite, who had been promoted to rank D, insisted that he would go with him. Originally a girl who flew out of the Elven territory, longing for the outside world, heading to the far southern land must have been able to stay or stand. At first, Bergriff was reluctant, but he was unable to stop and allowed him to accompany him. For at least 40 years, it is impossible to consult with young people.

She ate a round thinly baked bread with spiced meat and vegetables and drank bottled wine. Miriam's sweet confectionery consisted of a bite-sized piece of wheat dough fried in milk fat, tangled with spices and thickened milk. The oil and sweetness are so strong that the bergryph and others are stopped by just a sip, but the girls are eating well. While looking at it, Bergliff stroked his chest and frowned.

"It's a pretty tough taste ... it's going to burn my heart."

Indeed, Bergliff thought this was a southern flavor. This kind of cross-cultural taste may be the real pleasure of traveling, but I'm struck by my mind that if you're not used to traveling, there is a little flinching. However, such a whining does not start.

Drink wine and look around while stroking the full belly. You can often see the faces of the Principality, but there are also many eastern features with little undulation. They also had unique costumes and were often stared back at their curiosity.

The area around this gate was rugged during the Orphan Demon King's uproar, and the orphans' army seemed to have used their troops here. Tildis is not a single-ethnic nation, but a multi-ethnic nation with many ethnic groups. To be precise, they have little unity as a nation, and there is a place where representatives of each ethnicity and tribe can discuss their opinions in the form of a council, but there is a king who governs the whole of Tildis. Even now, there are still kings of each ethnicity and tribe, and even the most powerful tribes in the ethnic group have their own powers and skirmishes are frequently held. Tildis was therefore called the Commonwealth. In the past, one of its tribes deployed a cavalry squadron in the area of the gateway, creating a sense of tension as if it was a quick hit. It doesn't seem to be that tense anymore.

Despite their variety, Tildis, most of them are nomads and continue to drift off the vast plains with their goats and flock of sheep. The handling of horses is remarkable, and all tribes have sounded warriors. During several battles between Rhodesia and Tildis in the past, Tildis's cavalry apparently plagued Rhodesian troops. Watching the magnificent Tildis horses convince that, Berglinn nodded and the lines moved and approached the gate a bit further.

Marguerite pecks the sword on Bergriff's back.

"I don't know if my big uncle leaves this guy ..." "I can't believe it ... Marie, can you handle this?" "I can't. I'm good at swords. I don't get along with this guy. "

Marguerite struck his sword with this. The sword is silent. Marguerite grinned.

"I'm always angry and pretentious." "You're pretentious, aren't you in front of your grandfather or father ..." "Well? Take it. ''

Both Marguerite and Angeline seem to hear this sword. But I have never heard. The sword responds but remains silent. Berglyph tilted his head, wondering what the difference was, but stopped because he had no idea.

Think about this later. Heading south does not mean you just have to go south in the dark clouds. The vast grasslands of Tirdis are full of traffic and there are roads. If you get out of the way, you just get lost. You need to be more cautious because it is unfamiliar land. In the same way, talk lightly with a peddler-like man who was in line to get information. When I passed the checkpoint, I asked if I could go south along the mountains, and the peddler said he was outrageous.

"That's a very difficult husband. There are lots of pirates and monsters along the mountains and it's dangerous because the roads are not well maintained. Well, there is no way there is no way, but if you like it, It's a daunting thing to go to, I think it's definitely going to go straight to Khalifa and join the caravans heading south there. "

Khalifa is a large city located at the intersection of east-west and north-south roads. It is a key transportation and trade center, with many merchants working there, and is said to be the largest in Tirdis territory. Berggriff twisted his beard, saying he should choose a safe path. In response to the words of danger and ignorance, Angelin pulled a sleeve while trying not to look at the adventurers on the road who looked funny.

"... Let's go on an adventure, Dad." "No, no. It's unavoidable to go on a dangerous road." "Mm ..." "There's absolutely no adventurer, Milly." "I'm still stubborn."

Kasim laughed from the air. Anessa shrugs.

"Well, this time I'm going to have Belle's journey with me, and it's best to follow Belle's policy." "I'm a good boy ..." "Nana!" What do you do without it, Bellsan? "

Bergmiff scratched his head in trouble with Miriam's words.

"I'm not an adventurer in the first place ..." "... What?"

Is that so? Excluding the Belglyph, said five. He had taken the lead as a matter of course and fought with his shoulders as a matter of course, so it seemed that Bergryf was like returning to an adventurer. But Bergryh doesn't even have an adventurer's plate in the first place. The status is just a peasant. Kassim laughed and knocked on Bergriff's shoulder.

"What is a peasant waving a holy sword alongside an S-rank adventurer?" "I don't even know about that ..."

Berggriff grinned and handed to the back sword. The sword is silent. It's big and heavy, but light enough to feel like a sheath. Still, if you hold the handle, it's strange that there is enough weight to swing around. Marguerite stared at the sword disgruntled.

"There's no danger with this guy ..." "... I don't know yet how to use it properly."

From the day I decided to borrow the holy sword to departure, I trained with Graham many times, but the big sword is an unfamiliar advantage, even if I can shake it lightly, I like my longtime partner I can't handle it like an arm yet.

"Hmm, Bell's cowardly mon!" Said Marguerite.

The line moves a little and moves forward. Angelin jumped from his sword to his back. I turn my hand in a hurry and support it.

"... I want to have an adventure with my dad!" "I wish this trip was enough adventure for my dad ..." "No! I want to dive into dungeons and go through dangerous places together!" I guess it was already done in Tornella just before? "" Not that! More like this ... "" ... Belle, do you know and say? "

Berglyf scratched his head with annoyed Anessa's words. Certainly, Angelin doesn't know what he says. However, the admiration for the adventurer, who had been holding it for a long time, was surprisingly faint. I don't want to return to adventurers now.

So why did he continue to train his body and sword's arms even after retreating to Tornella? It's not because I wanted to grow as an adventurer. He was inspired by Angelin's talents, but he was also keen to compete with old friends. Perhaps there was a clause that I still wanted to stand up to somewhere. But now I have met Kasim again and am about to meet Percival. It has nothing to do with whether or not you are an adventurer.

Somehow, he felt that he was standing in the same place as them, and he seemed to be less particular about being an adventurer. I guess what I really wanted in my mind was not a strength as an adventurer but a connection with my peers.

"Isn't it a bit sly?"

Muttered. How about trying to keep yourself away from a responsible position? While preaching to her daughter about the adventurer, Bergliff swam in the gaze, wondering if she could do so. Angelin stuck on his back crumpled Bergriff's hair.

"Silly Dad!" "U"

I didn't read my heart, but I was excited. Angelin inflated her cheeks and pulled Bergglyph's earlobe.

"I know Dad is on a journey to meet Percy, but ... I'm with you, so I want to go on an adventure with Dad!" "... Ah, Anger. It's not just the adventure of traveling alone Seeing the land you don't know, talking to strangers, it's fun enough, there may be thrills going south along the mountains, but you might lose the opportunity to go to Khalifa "..."

Angelin disgruntledly grimaced on Bergriff's back. He looks at her face and sighs as if Anessa and Miriam gave up. Marguerite was silent as well. However, only Casim laughed meaningfully and stroked his beard.

"Bell, is it really good for me?" "Ah, Kasim. I don't want to go on a separate adventure." "No. Oira, surely go to see Percy. It's a nest of high-ranking monsters.Would you travel without any danger and return to your intuition? And if you're not used to that sword, you should try fighting several times. Isn't there? "" Mu ... "

Kassim laughed and clung to his hat again.

"And there's also a request from Graham-Jun. I don't think it would be impossible to avoid fighting."

Fighting higher-ranking beasts is unavoidable in order to get the materials Graham has requested. To get there, avoiding the fight may reduce the risk, but it's rather uneasy to be too lazy in the sense of regaining real-world intuition. Kasim smiled with his hands behind his head.

"Well, it's okay to watch the oilers fight behind you, but that's what you're good at, but at least you have to protect yourself ..." Okay, don't bully me because I was bad. ''

Angelin jumped happily off his back, as though Bergryf had surrendered. Turn around and look into Bergriff's face.

"That's it !?" "Let's look at the roads along the mountains, but don't go to the dark clouds. Jumping into danger doesn't mean you're going to die. It's as safe as possible "That's the condition." "Okay! Hehe ... I did it! Adventure with my dad!"

Angelin stepped lightly and hit Anessa, Miriam and Marguerite's shoulders. The three are gladly gigging.

"Huh, Kasim is really good." "Bell can get in there too." "If I'm not that big ..."

Marguerite pokes on Bergliff.

"Isn't it just right for sword practice! Look at it!"

Bergliff laughed with a look that gave up halfway. Also the matrix moves a little. It's almost up to the gate of the gate.