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

Behind the guild building, there was a small training space. It is like a vacant lot, with arrows and rolled straw. Bergliff decided to win first, with a slightly floating Marguerite. It's okay to uplift, but he's angry that he can't do it unless his head is cool, and he reluctantly yields. However, after seeing Bergriff and Sierra meet, he was told that he would try to measure his ability correctly, so now he is watching the scene with a serious expression.

Either way, the Sierra would want to fight himself, and Bergliff was forced to hold Marguerite a bit harder. But I have to stop. The essence of this meeting is not a matter of ability. Angelin looked a bit dissatisfied and pulled a Belgryph sleeve.

"Hey dad," "What, Anger" "It's weird to say ... Isn't it necessary to accept a request? I don't have any specific promises, but I understand what Sierra says ... I think it's impossible. "

In that theory, you couldn't hire a guide to do the job, Angelin said. Berggriff smiled and stroked Angelin's head.

"Yes, that's right." "Why then ... did you want to venture?" "No, it's for Kasim." "Kashim's ...?"

Angelin looked suspicious and looked at Casim, standing slightly behind him. She is swimming in her gaze with a rather muddy face, not knowing what to do. Bergriff corrects the position of the hip sword and back sword, and removes the waist tool bag.

"... I mean Kasim anyway, even when I was having a party with the Sierras, I would have been caught up with me, Percy and Sati without thinking about their feelings." ...? "

Angelin tilted while receiving the tool bag.

"She's like that. If you stick to one thing, you can't see the other ... but he's not just past me, Percy, or Satie. I've been living for forty years now. He has something to settle out of. He can't just pass by not knowing here. "Mm ... I don't know." Above all, Sierra is a little sorry above all. If I refuse the request, I can't do anything to my dad. "" Is there anything to do with fighting that ...? " "I'm going to talk about it." "Sometimes it's quicker to be cool to stay calm. Don't worry, we're not trying to kill each other."

Bergriff shrugged. Angeline didn't seem to know everything, but he knew that Berglyff didn't hate it anymore, and relaxed as he relieved.

It's probably not stupid because Sierra is the Guild Master. You must understand that you are saying unreasonable. But Bergliff thinks that there may be some confusion over the sudden appearance of Kasim. I was able to understand that the lack of emotion was coming in a sense of unreasonable anger. Surely, Kasim is a special thing for her.

Berglyf laughed a little, saying he could be human. Even if you know with your head, you can not stop feeling. Such things are as long as you live. It is terrible to kill it. When you lose your feet, you're laughing out of the pain and it's something that will eventually be irreparable. At that time, if I had barely exposed myself without repairing, would something have changed? If I could share my anger with my friends ...

I'm not going to be embarrassed to help, but there are Sierras, just as I and Kasim have a past to settle. I can't pierce it because I understand my feelings. If she ignores it for her own reasons and passes by, she will surely suffer. If you go down and settle down, it won't hurt to cooperate that much.

In addition, there is curiosity about how simply our current power can be applied to the influential person. Even if you are not going back to adventurers, you are not going to stop the sword path. Even with all these reasons, it's true that you're glad to be in touch with the strong. Bergligh laughed in a ridiculous manner, probably because of himself.

Sierra stood in a stingy state, but his mouth was trembling. She looks angry, but has an inevitable look, as if her anger was for herself.

"... Is that a woman's heart?"

Bergriff frowned on his beard, frowning on Kasim, that he would later preach. Sierra kicked the ground with a blunt toe.

"... are you ready?"

Hold the big sword in the sheath. When I squeeze the handle, I feel as if my body has become lighter. The view is clear and the movement of the opponent seems to be really good. On the other hand, Sierra is a fisted empty fist. He has a dagger hanging on his waist, but there is no sign of picking it up. It is a magical arm tattoo, and it may be a type of fight similar to Cheborg.

Both the Bergryph and the Sierra looked at their opponent without moving for a while. Penetrate the opponent with a sharp gaze so as not to overlook the opponent's every move. The warm summer wind blew and stroked my sweaty skin. Sweat floating like a ball on the forehead flows. Eyes. An instant blink. Sierra kicked the ground.

"Ya !!!"

It is a true fist thrust at the same time as deep depression. But Bergriff reacts immediately, receiving it on the belly of his great sword. However, it was good, but a terrible shock. The hand with the sword shuddered and the vibration was transmitted to the toes. Nevertheless, he swung his sword brute force. The fist was pushed back, and Sierra jumped back.

Bergryf kicked the ground before his opponents set up. Swing a large sword from a low position. Sierra also kicked the ground and soared into the air. It is like a light worker. But it is bad to fly. Bergryf lightly kicked the ground and fired a sword at the aerial Sierra.

I thought it was a hit. Surprisingly, however, Sierra steps on the big sword that he is heading for and jumps on it as he jumps behind the Bergryph. He landed and squeezed his fist faster than Bergliff swung his sword. Step into it. The technique of Sierra's arm glowed, and his fist was fired as if an arrow had been fired.

Sierra's right eye, which she thought she had entered, opened astonishingly. Bergryf immediately took his waist sword and protected his back. It then uses the momentum to turn around the prosthesis and turn back to the Sierra, as if by fist impact. Sierra looked a bit amazed and amazed, and took a distance.

"Can you handle the big sword with one hand?" "... I'm still unfamiliar."

With the Graham's great sword on his right and his long sword on his left, Bergliff looked at the Sierra. My favorite sword feels lighter than usual, probably because I have a large sword. Sierra also took a big breath and regained his fist.

Almost simultaneously kicked the ground. The sword and fist collide. The dust soared by the impact. The Sierra fluttered terribly lightly and fired endlessly, but the Belgryph stood up and received it, sometimes dodging, and then counterattacked.

Not as powerful as Cheborg, but faster. But it's not as dangerous as Angeline. However, he is accustomed to fighting as expected, and has given a decisive hit. Since Sierra has an eyepatch on his left eye, Berggriff repeatedly looks at the blind spot to find his blind spot, but he must be unaware of his weakness.

However, the Sierra's emotions were swaying, and his movements were a bit rough, and he seemed to be unable to defeat Bergryf, and his sword and fist were repeatedly struck. With many opponents, Bergriff puts emphasis on defense with two swords. However, he noticed and wielded his favorite sword without knowing it. Being used to it, Berggriff frowned. This should not be.

However, when I started to be aware of such a thing, I felt that my movements became awkward. Regardless if you are only wielding a large sword, if you are dealing with a sword that is familiar to your hands at the same time, you will use it unconsciously. With this, there is no point in having two swords. Should I let go of the long sword and focus on one great sword?

However, Sierra is not a sweet partner enough to think about such things. A sharp fist struck in the moment. Bergliff hastily receives on the belly of his great sword. Sierra twisted his fist down. As he is pulled by his fist, his posture collapses. The sheath of the great sword came off and rolled to the ground.

The next fist grabbed his left shoulder before Bergglyf was ready. Immediately sends a shock to the magic power, but it is still tremendous power, inadvertently dropping the left sword. But almost unconsciously, almost at the same time as receiving the fist, the right sword was swung sideways like a counter. A sharp white blade shakes his fist and heads for the slightly vulnerable Sierra.

No, not good. This will kill you.

Bergriff puts his strength into his arm to loosen his sword. The great sword stopped just before Sierra with his intention. At the same time I felt a slight impact on my chin. Sierra's fist sharpened Bergryf's chin. Even so, the impact is transmitted from the chin to the brain, and the view shakes.

When I thought she saw a confused Sierra, she lost her consciousness and couldn't understand anything.

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I woke up and saw the wooden ceiling. The lowered lamp was lit, and there was a faint light shining on it. Blink for a while, then raise your upper body. You can see the open windows over there. It seems that the dusk is gradually falling, and the alley you see seems to be covered with a pale purple veil. Stroke the chin. There is no pain because it was just slashed. I tried to move the left shoulder that was hit right, but this was not too painful. It seemed good that the shock was immediately transmitted to the magic and escaped. However, it seemed that the shock was transmitted to his hand more than necessary, and the sword had to be dropped.

I thought that training was still lacking, and suddenly a soft thing was embraced. Angelin hugged me and looked up at Bergglyph.

"OK, dad? Shoulder, hurt ...?" "Oh, Angers ... OK."

Bergliff smiled and stroked Angelin's head and looked around again. Apparently it's like a room in an inn you're taking. Anessa and Miriam are sitting side by side, and Marguerite and Casim are invisible. Suddenly, she met Sierra, who seemed to be sitting next to Angelin. She stood up and bowed deeply.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry .... I'm injured ..." "No, it's not a big deal. No, no, but I'm not good at it. I'm still far away."

When Berggriff laughed, Sierra fell down with a crying look.

"What are you saying ... I'm completely losing me. Not only couldn't hesitate, but I had to hesitate. If you hadn't stopped your sword there, by now ... Like this ... How should I apologize? "

She seemed ashamed of her behavior. The shoulders have dropped and become smaller. Until the confrontation, the feelings of anger that were probably felt completely disappeared, and his head seemed completely chilled. He doesn't seem to have competed with Marguerite, who had been waiting next. He was worried about Berglyph, who had fainted, and had been waiting for him.

"I see ... I've been sleeping for a long time.

Even so, I wonder who brought them to the inn. Belglyphs are tall and solid, and will be heavy to carry. Anessa looked at Sierra.

"Sierra-san carried me to the inn." "Bell is so big, but Sierra is strong."

Miriam said and laughed.

"Is that so ... no, I'm sorry for the inconvenience." "No, I don't have any inconvenience. It's here that I started fighting from short notice and don't worry ...

Sierra covered his face with both hands. Bergliff smiles and turns his shoulders. I felt a loosening sound of my body. It seemed that he had slept for a long time because he was supposed to be around noon. I also feel like I've been able to rest because of the fatigue of my trip.

"What about Casim and Mary?" "I went shopping because my dad didn't get up."

Bergliff scratched his head and looked at Sierra.

"Did you talk to him?"

Sierra shook his head. As calm and calm as anger disappeared, he seemed to be ashamed of rash actions and no longer had a chance to talk to Kasim. Apparently Casim didn't tell Sierra anything. Bergliff sighed.

"He doesn't have the specifications ..." "Hey, is that Sierra? Is it like Zakkon to Kasim?"

Miriam grumbled over the Sierra. Sierra made a bad muzzle.

"Yeah ... what is it? I didn't want to admit it myself" "Oh ... a maiden in love ... I see."

Angelin nodded with a funny face. Anessa reached and leaned on her head.

"It's not such a big deal, Angelin ... I'm just giving up, what is it?"

Sierra said and scratched her head.

"I heard him many times about Bergliff, then Percival, and Sati. He's usually weirdly ironic and pessimistic, but he seems strangely happy only when he talks ... … I've been frustrated many times now that we are our friends. ”“… I don't know what he is. ”“ No, I can understand Kassim's feelings. I thought I wanted to do it ... but it didn't work, I couldn't substitute for you, I heard he went out of the party on his own and the adventurer quit, and I thought I'd give up But I met again unexpectedly, and then you were together and he seemed to be having a lot of fun ... "

Sierra smiled sadly.

"I thought I had arrived at the railroad crossing, but Mr. Bergliff, if I had you in front of me, my ugly thoughts about why I couldn't do myself grew bigger and Kassim seemed more happy. I was so annoyed .... I realized that my own hatred was on my words ... I'm really sorry ... I'm sorry. "

Sierra bowed deeply to cover her crying face. Bergliff smiled and placed his hand on Sierra's shoulder.

"Don't worry about anything, Mr. Sierra. Thank you for speaking honestly, and surely Casim should be grateful to you." "Yes ... maybe ... but ... He doesn't see me ... "

Sierra said something, but wiped her tears, which seemed to come again, and fell down and wept. Casim certainly suffered enough. However, there are others who suffer this way from the jars that came from that suffering. I feel like I can't do anything. Bergliff sighed and looked over the window. The light of the lamp lowered from the ceiling is barely holding down the darkness of the night as it fills the outside and enters the room.

At that time, the door of the room opened and Marguerite entered. She has food in her hands.

"Well, wait, that's right, Bell got up, just right. I've bought alcohol." "No, it's dark now. Bell, are you okay? Sierra's fist is strong?"

After seeing Casgrim following Marguerite, Angelin, Anessa and Miriam looked at him in a glance that somehow blamed.

"Insensitive", "No value", "Baka", "What, what?"

Casim looked around in the room as if he was impatient. Bergliff looked down as if she was stunned.

"I won't be your ally this time, Kasim." "Cho, what? What were you talking about while I wasn't there?" Dark "Tecca atmosphere. Aunt, how many crying. "Mary, Sierra is not an aunt but a maiden ..." "Ah? What are you talking about? Oh no. I'm hungry.

Marguerite arranged what he had bought at the table in the usual way. There are various kinds of food that seem to have been bought at a stall. Some of them were steaming. I feel like I'm broken, but I'm still hungry. Berggriff sighed and, for the time being, threw his feet out of the bed and sat down. Casim, who was holding what he had on the table just like Marguerite, picked up one of the packets.

"Hey" "... Eh, me?"

Sierra looks up at Kassim with an open face. Somehow, Casim pressed the package into Sierra's hand, seemingly bad. From the gap in the paper wrap, I could see it as baked goods. It smells sweet.

"I liked this, you" "Ah ... Pinice cake ..."

It is a confectionery made by mixing various dried fruits and spices with soft dough using sheep's milk, putting it in a mold and baking it. Marguerite looked into and pointed.

"Oh, that's all. It's such a late time because Kasim goes back and forth in the market because it can't be found."

Kassim grinned, twisting his beard.

"Your favorite dried figs are a bit like ...

Angelin closed his eyes.

"What ... Kasim, I was watching Sierra properly ..." "Kasim ..." Was. "Oira, if you get absorbed in one thing, you can't see the surroundings ... I'm sorry. I feel like I've solved everything in Oira ..." "No, I'm still dragging me Just ...

Seeing that they were talking to each other, Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"... I want to drink apple liquor" "Oh, here I am" "Is it okay to drink a lot today?" "Oh, well ... Kasim, please buy a little bit" "Oira is going?" "Sierra, please help me. You'll need directions." "I don't mind, but ..." "Bell, bell" "Oh, it's noisy! If it's okay, come on quickly!"

Unusually yelled at Kasim, his eyes black and white. Then he went out with the similarly puzzled Sierra. Bergliff dropped his shoulders and breathed greatly.

"I'm really taking care of you ..."

The girls who seemed to have killed their laughter laughed without hesitation.

"Fufufufu, dad, a bit of a brute force ... but it's a bit harder." "Nyafufu, Bell is clumsy in a strange place." But it was good in the end, I hope I can talk properly. "

Marguerite, who seems to have not yet understood the situation, pointed his mouth.

"What the hell did you do? Don't leave me alone." "An adult love story ... Marie hasn't been a child yet." I love you!

I've been mixed up to Marguerite and it's getting angry. Berggriff smiled and reached for the bottle, pinching bread and meat wrapped in paper packets.

Kasim said he wanted to reclaim the past that was left behind. Myself, Percival and Satie are a thing of the past. It is a matter of liquidation, but the past is only the past. If all that is done, it may be that Sierra is playing a role in making Casim move forward. I think such a thing.

Then you?

"... Well, I have Angers."

I don't feel bad that there are young people, including my daughter, who long for me. Are friends. The situation is different from Kasim who was suffering from loneliness. Once the liquidation of the past is over, it just returns to its original daily life. When I return to Tornella, I find Charlotte and Bjak, and Graham and Mito.

"The future ..."

Unlike ourselves going to the past, the girls in front of us are full of possibilities. Bergryf frowned at the excitement of the girls in the story of Kasim and Sierra.

"... It's not just about people, but you have to find your own."

The muttering words disappeared without being heard by anyone.