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

There is a cart that seems to be left in the backyard of the inn for a long time, and a spider's web stretches over the old barrels stacked there, and there are many morning dew beads. When the early morning light shined, it glistened like a jewel. On the foggy ground, Bergliff held his sword. A great sword from Graham. When you squeeze it, the weight is transmitted to your arm. Nevertheless, once it was shaken, it could move freely with the lightness of a bird wing.

I did some simple swings, then moved my legs and moved around like a demonstration. Because a large sword has little experience, it can hurt yourself if you do poorly. You have to get used to it. Shake many times so as not to cut the ground. Hold with both hands, one hand, and sometimes the other hand, and stop just where you want. The sword moved vertically and horizontally to respond, and then stopped. Being a prosthesis is no longer a risk.

Holding this sword feels lighter to the body. Indeed, it seems certain that Graham has been smelting for a long time, and the magic of the elf swirling densely inside the sword has given the Bergglyph some power. However, the swords of the angels have not yet been heard. Berglyph stopped his breath and breathed, staring at the sword that reflected the morning sun.

"... what are you saying?"

The sword remains silent. Bergliff sighed and sheathed the great sword. Then, pull out your long buddy, the waist sword. The sword reflected the sun on the blade as if waiting. It seemed a little dissatisfied, probably because of my mind.

"Be safe and use it properly"

Kassim, sitting on the side of the junk, was laughing.

"I don't want to do it, but it's still a bit awkward compared to what I have now." "Oh, because it's so different in size. You have to cut yourself."

Bergliff looked down with his sword pulled out. He then swung with one hand, dexterously with his hands and ran back in front of his body, and then sheathed. I don't feel as light as Graham's great sword, but it's a sword that's been fighting together for more than two decades. However, I think the power of holding a great sword is borrowed. I feel scared to over-trust.

"The Angers?" "Well, I'm still sleeping. Did you go to the girls' party after returning to the room?"

Bergligh laughed, hopefully. Young people can be fine. About a day and a half after leaving Jovem, the Belgriffs came to the city of Mansa. Located on the east side of Jovem, it is one of the stopover towns to Khalifa. I was asked to find a escort on the Jovem guild to take the route across the mountains, but there was no escort request from anyone south of Jovem. Even if there is, it is a collection and search system that breaks into the mountains and wants the material of the dungeon in the back, and receiving such a thing will have to return to Jovem as a result, so it will be troublesome twice.

From the town of Mansa, there were caravans and peddlers going south to save time, and he arrived at Mansa last night with a letter of introduction from the guild of Jovem. By the time I arrived, the sun had set, so I plan to visit the Guild in Mansa today.

I pulled out the big sword on my back to shake it again, and Angelin came. She seems to have been sleeping until now, and her hair is undulating and crumpled.

"I've slept a lot ... good morning, dad." "Oh, good morning. Did you sleep well?" "Sleep and sleep. The inn and futon here were soft. Oh, I missed out."

Marguerite raised her hands and stretched. Certainly, the futon was firm and soft for the cheap hotel. You can see that you don't want to get out of your bed in that comfort. Miriam yawned and wiped the tears around her eyes.

"The bells are as early as ever." "It's a habit in my case. I woke up before dawn. Or maybe I'm old. Hahaha." "It's going to be." "Don't step into the forties and face the young. There's something that fits the age." "You're quick to see. "Bell, there's already a place like a hermit."

Anessa said and laughed. Bergliff scratched his head.

"Are you a recluse? I don't mean to do that ..." "A swordsman of the same rank, a red-front demon on the outskirts ... Super cool ..."

Angeline muttered with an ecstatic expression. Marguerite laughs.

"Nice it! Let's spread it in Tildis and make it famous!" "No, don't! Don't really do that!"

The people laughed happily after seeing the hurried Bergliff.

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After breakfast, I set out to see the timing to avoid the guild crowd. A little before noon. The town of Mansa is not as busy as Jovem, but it still seems to be a busy post town as a stopover point for travel. Due to the dungeon nearby, there are quite a few adventurers. Merchants who handle the material are also coming and going. When I entered the guild, made of earthen walls on a stone base, I saw dust scattered in the light coming from the windows. There are not many people. The request for the morning has already been completed.

Angelin looked around and found a reception dedicated to the higher ranks in the back. Vacant. When I went with Kasim, the receptionist, who had a slightly reddish skin like a meadow, smiled.

"Hello, What kind of your business?" "I want to down to the ...... south of there is a letter of introduction, I wonder if not the kind of caravan or hawkers"

The reception lady fluttered her eyes, seeing the letter of introduction, the S-rank adventurer's plate, and the faces of Angelin and Casim in turn.

"That's right ... I understand, I'll look into it a bit, can I wait a little?" "Yeah. I'm not in a hurry.

He turned back and sat down in the empty corner of the lobby and gasped. Not only the dust, but also the smoke of cigarettes being smoked. The building has walls and floors made of soil. However, there are mosaic patterns with colorful tiles in some places. Naturally, the atmosphere is very different from that of the Orphan guild with cobblestones and chalk walls.

Marguerite has a hood on it, so nobody gets involved. Marguerite is grimacing with dissatisfaction.

"Well, even if you don't sneak, you'll just have to get rid of those entangled people."

Bergliff turned his beard with his eyes down, as if stunned. Angeline gigs. I guess I had beaten the adventurer who came to my height when I was running out. Some adventurers are more power-first, so once they show the difference in power, others often stop coming out to fear shame. However, it is not unreasonable to be entangled, so it is important to add and remove around here. Miriam put on her cheek.

"I and Arne were often entangled when I ran out." "Yes, I licked it as a child and a woman ..." "Why were you two? You bought a fight?" Of course, I'm not good at Stegolo, so I shot the bottom of my clothes with an arrow and sewed it to the wall, and I shot out my own cup. '' "

They laughed saying that. Marguerite shakes his arms happily.

"Well, right? It's best to show your skills once!" "We didn't come to quarrel ... Isn't there anything that can be crushed? "" Gum ... Well, maybe it might be ...

Suddenly, I wonder what Bergliff was like. Angelin looked into his father's face.

"Dad? Did you fight?" "Hmm? Well, I was entangled, but Dad never did that." "Well, I wanted to hear Bell's heroism." "Hey, I'm sorry. Both my big uncle and the bell are quiet." "No, I'm aside, maybe when Graham is young ..." "What happened to my grandpa?" "No, well, uh ... ... Maybe Graham was similar to Marie when he was young, "said" Marie and grandpa ...? "

Don't say anything surprising, Angelin looked round and looked at Marguerite. If so, imagine that this mad elf princess might be so calm and calm when she grows older, but that doesn't happen at all. Marguerite is always marguerite. And I can't imagine a bloody and rampaging Graham like Marguerite.

"... I can't imagine it at all. I don't feel like a calm Mary or something like that." "I'm not going to die like my uncle! .

At that time, the receptionist came quickly.

"I've been waiting for you, um, that the guild master wants to meet you, are you willing to have a little effort?" "Nm, good. Everyone should go ....?" No, um, only two people of S rank because the room is small ... "

The reception lady bowed around the party with Angelin's bow and seemed sorry.

So Angeline and Casim are guided and passed through the guild. In the back yard, which can be seen through the windows in the corridor, the various materials that the adventurers had gathered were separated, and what seemed to be a wholesale merchant came to buy, like a small city. Passing in front of a place like an arsenal, in front of a room for storing documents, there was a guild master's room in the back. There were tiles on the walls and wooden doors with iron decorations. When the door is opened and passed inside, it is as small as possible. I feel that it is too narrow because the document shelf is placed there. There is no desk for reception. Bring a chair and face it across the office desk in the back.

Behind the desk was a guild master-like person. A middle-aged woman with a slender body. She has long purple hair, close to black, and a cloth hat. The color of the skin is tan, plain or brown. There was a mysterious tattoo on my cheek. He has an eyepatch on his left eye. Angelin was impressed by the atmosphere and dignity of a strong player. Guild Master thinks it must be like this. The woman saw Angelin and smiled and stood up.

"Welcome to the Guild of Adventurers of Mansa. You're welcome," The Black Haired Maiden. I'm Sierra, the Guild Master of Mansa. I'd like to know you. " I've heard the rumors, but I'm really young, an enviable talent. "

Sierra laughed as he stumbled. Angeline somehow felt itchy.

"Um, this is Kasim."

When he looked at Kasim, he smiled for some reason.

"Si, Sierra ...? Why are you here?" "It's this line, Kasim?"

Sierra looked at Kasim with a fearless smile. Although he laughs, his gaze is sharp. Looks angry. Angelin leaned over looking at Casim and Sierra alternately.

"... do you know?" "Well, yeah."

As Casim swung his gaze, Sierra fluttered past the office and landed in front of Kasim. Then grab his chest and smile. However, the forehead had a blue line.

"I knew you're selfish, but how do you know that you're going to go away with your request, and that you're retiring an adventurer? You know how hard we were, Hey, are you gonna grow a beard and you're going to be disguised with it? " Let me beat you, then the story is over. "" Wait and wait! If you get beaten, I'll die! "

Angelin was watching over this exchange as a joke, but he grabbed Sierra's arm as if he was afraid.

"Sierra-san, Kasim-san is my friend ..." "... I've saved my life, Kasim." "Please take care of me ... I think how many years ago it was."

Kassim laughed as he struggled with the hem of his clothes. Angelin beckoned Casim.

"... What's the relationship between them?"

Kassim scratched his head like a cross.

"Well, what is ... an old party member, when you were in the Imperial City?" "Oh, ten years ago.

Suppressing the Lord of the Void is the battle that triggered Kasim to move up to rank S. Angelin looked at the Sierra again, wondering if he was a comrade at that time. As he grows older, wrinkles on his face begin to stand out, but his tattooed arm, looking through short-sleeved clothing, is muscular and tight. The power that can be seen from the whole body is the same as that of young people. The middle-aged rather than the middle-aged seemed more accurate.

"Since you suddenly disappear, how much you rushed to fill the gap later ... I had to cancel the request I had received, Carter was on the rise, and the party was rattling." You didn't know that Carter generally hated Oira. I was going to get out sooner or later, Oira said. "Noisy. And that's a different story. First of all, what was your attitude at that time, without much coordination with the members, I guess it was just me who talked decently. Oh, this idiot. Oh shit, I got angry when I remembered. "

Sierra lightly beat Kassim's flank with a fist bone. Kasim screamed.

"Don't stop because you're stupid!" "Noisy" "It hurts! Stop it!"

It was funny that Kasim, who was always easygoing, was terrified, and Angelin blew involuntarily. Sierra, seemingly satisfied with a thrashing of Casim, whispered, and urged them to sit out of the chair in the corner of the room. Angelin laughs and sits down on the reception chair. The receptionist brought tea, bowed and left the room.

The tea has a different fragrance from Orphen's flower tea, and is delicious. Kassim was sitting on the back of his chair, embarrassed, with no hands on the tea.

"I was glad I had to wait in the lobby for this ..." "I'm a fool, I'm good at my own work"

Sierra looked at Kasim with a slightly suspicious face.

"Cassim, you've changed somehow. The pathetic feeling has disappeared completely." "Ah? Yes?" "Ah. I was so ironic even though I was annoying ... but now it looks like it's really fun."

Casim put on his bowler hat again and reached for a cup of tea.

"I was able to meet my friend again." "Is it an orphan?" "Yeah, I thought I was dead, but I was fine. This is my friend's daughter."

Kasim says that and hits Angelin's shoulder.

"Hey, such a connection ..."

Sierra smiled somehow with a lonely smile and carried tea into his mouth. Then he corrects his posture and claps his hand at the office desk.

"So, you want to go south with your friend's daughter? What are you going to do, you?" "Yes, that's it. You see, Oira's old friends are three. One was able to meet again and the other knew where he was, so he was on the way to see him. "

Angelin was worried that the Sierra wasn't going to be interesting anymore, but he kept silent because he felt rude to pursue such a thing. Anyway, he said that he was aiming for the Nindia Mountains in that situation, and he wanted to go along the mountains as a break-in. Sierra had been thinking with her arms crossed for a while, but eventually turned up.

"At the moment there are no special requests for caravans to escort. Few people will go south from Mansa, because there is little benefit to danger and every merchant is looking for Khalifa."

Angeline frowned, as you thought. There were no merchants going south even in Jobemb, which was larger than Mansa. And on the map, the big towns along the mountains have to go south far. It's safer to travel around Khalifa than along the mountains, and it's more profitable to trade around a large town. Sierra grinned as Angelin leaned back on the chair, feeling rather discouraged, to go on an adventure.

"Yes, there is another request." "Another?" "Oh," Sierra leaned out a little with her elbow at the desk. "Transportation, not escort"

He says there is work to deliver letters and packages to the guilds of the southern metropolis. You can go around via Khalifa, but it will also be a circuit. If you can go straight south, it seems that it will save you a lot of time. Although it is not in a hurry, it seems that it is a thing that has never been early.

"It's basically left to the guild officials ... Mansa is also a small guild, so there aren't many people. "Huh, adventurers who won the Grand Priest of Estgal won't be able to do that. For those with a name, it's more risky to do bad things badly." I know. "

Angelin was silent for a while, including the tea, but then looked at the Sierra and nodded.

"I understand. In such a case, let me win ... Leave it to me." "Haha, it's reliable. Well, if there are two S ranks, wouldn't there be a mistake?" "Oh, I was relieved. "It's not for Angelin's sake." "Hey, shy, shy. You're a gentle guy for a long time."

When Kasim laughed, apparently regaining his tone, Sierra shook his head.

"I don't even know the people at all ..." "Hmm? What?" "Nothing. So what kind of organization is it? Not just two people?" And his father, a friend of Oira, and an elf daughter. "

Sierra moved her eyebrows.

"I see ... Is it coming?" "Well, I'm going to see another friend.

Sierra looked down and stroked her chin with her fingertips.

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I thought that the tea made with milk and spices was sweet and somewhat non-tea. There was a small food store next to the lobby, where we waited for Angelin and bought some sweets and tea.

"... Hmm, if you think it's like this."

Bergliff inadvertently frowned on the combination of sweets and sweet tea. The girls don't bother at all, they are eating deliciously. Marguerite closed his eyes as he saw the stationary Bergryph.

"What the bell, if you don't eat it," "Oh, good, but everyone can eat that much ..." "I'm fine to eat a lot. Nah, Milly." You can't grow without it, right? "

The girls grinned saying that. Bergliff scratches his head. At that time the angels came back.

"Dad ..." "Oh, Anger. How was it? Did something happen?" "Yeah ... this is Guild Master Sierra. This is my dad, Bergliff ..."

Introduced by Angeline, a brown-skinned woman smiled and bowed.

"I'll see you for the first time, called Sierra." "No, this is. Guild Master is afraid of it. My name is Berggryph."

Bergryf also stood up and bowed. Sierra looked slowly at the bergryph with his right eye from top to bottom, and thought his hand on his chin.

"... Hmm, I see. You're an old friend of Kasim."

Bergryph tilted his head, as Sierra knew that he knew Kasim. Kasim laughs with a spatula.

"I'm an old party member of Oira. I fought together for about five years when I was in the Imperial capital." "Well ... it had a mysterious connection."

Bergliff smiled and stroked his beard. Sierra scratches his head and turns his eyes down.

Anessa, Miriam, and Marguerite also greeted each other, explaining the story. Guild letters and transportation of goods. Belgryph squinted, wondering if he could leave that important thing to an outsider like himself, aside from his old acquaintance Casim.

"I understand the details ... Is it okay for us?" "It's a bit of a problem, Belgriff, Kassim knows well. Angeline has a clear S rank and identity. The party members are also worthy of credit, but you have to be careful with your elf daughter who is rude but rank D, and you are not an adventurer in the first place. " I guess. "

Berggriff nodded, but leaned forward, as Casim was angry.

"What are you saying, I'm an oiler's friend. You can't trust me?" "It's not a matter of trust, it's a matter of style. "The rebound is inevitable." "Don't say the hard thing, you'll be able to do something with the guildmaster's authority, that much." High-ranking beasts have also been seen, and it's irresponsible to make it easy for those who don't know their abilities because they can't be measured by the rank index. "

Sierra stared at Kassim with a slightly grumpy face, and then looked at Bergriff.

"I don't think I don't like it ... but I want you to know." "No, of course. Don't bother because you know it's impossible to say." I'm thankful that the cargo arrives to the south as soon as possible.

Angelin looked away and frowned.

"... Can I leave Marie with my dad?" "Well, would that be the case ..." "Not a joke. Absolutely impossible." "Well, are you deciding it? Or ..."

Sierra looked at Bergriff with a gaze. I'm not sorry. There is also an atmosphere that is somewhat provoked. The guildmaster's attitude was oddly ticking from a while ago. I wonder if there are places we don't like. But what he says makes sense. It is a natural feeling that it is reluctant to let lower ranks and non-adventurers go on dangerous roads. Sierra has just met Bergriff.

Well, Margrit embarked, as Bergliff was wondering what had happened.

"In other words, Aunt, do you want to say that I'm weak?" "O, hey, Marie." It's not because you don't have the ability to do it, but on purpose. "

Sierra smiled. But his eyes are not laughing. Marguerite snorted.

"I'm going to be a fighting partner. I'm not going to complain if I'm stronger than you." If you can do it, it makes sense to use special cases for convenience. "" Hey, I like to talk fast. Yeah, it's a game. Get ready. I'm stupid. I'll leave it as it is, and it's a road that can't be clogged up.

Berggriff frowned and slapped Marguerite's head with a fist bone. Marguerite screamed. Hold your head and stare at the Bergryph with tears.

"What's going on ..." "... I'm so rude.

Bergliff turned to Sierra.

"But is it really good?" "Hmm? Do you care? Do you have to lose when I am?" "No way. But in such a straightforward manner it does not matter later "I don't care about you." "Sierra, that one."

Ignoring Kasim, who was trying to say something, Sierra turned around and started walking. Somehow I feel angry. Marguerite chases after it, and Angelin, Anessa and Miriam look at each other and follow. Kasym looked at Bergliff with a sad face.

"I'm sorry ... he's a really good guy." "I know, I know. I'm sure there's something I think. Ha, already, Sierra ... "

Kassim takes a big breath, puts his hat back on, and begins to walk steadily. Sierra is a strong enemy because of its appearance. Since he is a friend of Kasim, his ability should be known. Will you be able to fight enough to be recognized?

"... it's already a big adventure"

Berggriff grinned and repositioned his sword.