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

Outside the city of Orphen, the early summer sun was shining brilliantly, and the lush lush short grass reflected in white. Thick-bottomed boots stepped on the grass, exposing the underlying soil to a squeal. The red-haired boy made his first shot, but immediately received a second shot on his shoulder.

"You, why are you trying to come there?"

The hay-colored boy hit his shoulder with a wooden sword as if he was stunned. The red-haired boy smiles bitterly.

"No, I don't seem to have a habit of pulling back ..." "I don't want to get out in front of you. "Gum ..." "It's better not to be unfamiliar."

An elf girl sitting on a rock beside and watching was laughing. The red-haired boy scratched his head in trouble.

"Well ... but ..." "Isn't that something you couldn't do well at the party so far?"

I was excited. He looked at the red-haired boy swimming his gaze and laughed at the hay-colored boy.

"Okay, hey. I don't think you have a sword arm better than me or this one. What I'm expecting from you isn't that, it's more different." …… It ’s hard to say that it ’s very clear. ”“ I ca n’t say I ’m weak, I ’m not too impatient. "Yes, he's aside, I'm a genius, so leave me at ease, Fufu."

A boy with hay-colored hair lifted his eyebrows to a smoldering elf girl.

"Ah, are you fighting?" "Huh, let's break the record of consecutive draws!"

The elf girl stood up swinging a wooden sword.

"Oh, okay. Did you finally decide to lose?" "Return the line exactly as it is!"

The red-haired boy pulled back and sighed, with the boy and the elf girl discussing. Division of roles. Even now, red-haired boys are mainly in charge of grasping the battle situation, searching for enemies, preparing for adventures and doing various chores. I was good at that, and elf girls and brown-haired boys, as well as hay-colored-haired boys, were strangely sloppy about that. So I can understand my role.

Certainly, when it comes to swords, neither hay-colored boys nor elf girls are enemy of skill or talent. However, I have pride as a swordsman. I think it's a mistake to fight with a sword, but I want at least the ability to fight side by side.

Either way, it is useless as it is now. The red-haired boy looked down, what a sword would suit him. The swordsman fights in the avant-garde and protects the rear guard. It's a role to hit the monster. But what the hay-colored boy is looking for is not. True, there are even three swordsmen, including myself. There is no specification even if everyone goes out before. Even if they are in front of them, they just pull their feet. In my home village, I was proud of my skills, but the world is still wide. He approached a brown-haired boy who was laughing and watching a boy and a girl striking a wooden sword.

"Hey, they're still the same." "Well, what do you think? What kind of sword should I swing?" "Well, ask Oira ... Hmm ..."

The brown-haired boy crossed his arms with a difficult face. He is also a genius and, above all, a wizard. Listening to the sword may be wrong. The red-haired boy scratched his head. However, the brown-haired boy snapped as he came up with something.

"It's a shield." "Hah?" "Hey, they like to push forward, and Oira is better at attacking, and honest contradictions aren't enough." "Isn't that a shield or me?" "I don't mean to go out and get an attack, but you're better at defending than attacking. In fact, the oilers look behind when they only look in front That's you ... because all the oilers are in tune, they can't see the surroundings. "

I don't think we have to fix it, but the brown-haired boy laughed from there. That may be the case. A swordsman whose main purpose is defense. I think it was often evil because of that. But everyone says that this should be the case at this party.

"……Good grief"

He was training every day to wear an aggressive sword, but he seemed to be struggling to wear the wrong size clothes, and thought that it was a wasteful scratch. However, even if it is called a defensive sword, we do not know exactly what it is. Trial and error after coming to the city seemed to have caused confusion.

"I have to try various things ..." "Ah, draw again"

Said the brown-haired boy. It seems that each sword hit the opponent at the same time. The elf girl is holding his head, the hay-colored boy is holding his flank, trembling on his knees. The red-haired boy took out the bruising paint from his tool bag with a frightened face.

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Each time the wind stroking the meadow swayed the grass, the stretched grass glowed white in the sunlight. It's like a light wave. It spreads constantly and disappears at regular intervals.

Angeline and his guild had no problem, but they left Sierra and left Mansa. Now I am on the road to the south. Sierra seemed to give her full trust, paying half of the commission in advance, and the other half of the request for receipt by the southern guild, as well as a detailed map to the destination, They rented various supplies and carriages necessary for traveling, such as food and water, free of charge. In addition to the important work of guild letters and deliveries of cargo, it is natural that there are two S-rank adventurers, but in reality there may be more.

Kasim, sitting opposite, looked up at the sky in a dim light. Somehow it looks relieved. It seems that he promised to meet again when things got clear.

"... No matter how many, the maiden is a maiden"

Angelin laughed full. Leaning on the Bergryph sitting next to you.

"Hey, dad?" "Hmm? Oh ..."

Belgriff, apparently thinking of something, responded and stroked Angelin's head. The other hand has an expanded map.

According to Sierra, there are no villages aside from some abandoned villages along the way. In the past, pioneering immigrants came in, but not ore, and not as many monsters as adventurers would aim for. In addition, large cities that are advantageous for business are far away and transportation is poor. After all, the person left because there was no taste. On the contrary, once you get into the mountains, there seems to be a ethnic minority settlement, but you don't have to go there. I'm personally interested, but that's a by-pass.

In any case, the number of people coming and going is small because of such circumstances. It seems that nomads may come, but the highways are useless because they do not go the fixed way. Indeed, unlike the wide roads that have been developed, it is hard to say that the roads are well maintained. There are many undulations, and the carriages often sway and rattle, so the Bergliff sitting next to it looks a little uncomfortable and sits tight. It seems convinced that there is no merchant heading south.

Still, it seemed that nobody was passing at all, and although it was buried in the grass, the trace of the rut, which seemed to be a carriage, was extending farther. The rut seemed to be slowly moving west. On the way, the blue mountains soar in the blue sky. Near the summit was wearing a white snow hat. The white of the snow seemed to emerge as much as the mountains were blue.

Angelin looks into the map. Grasslands continue for a while, but rocks eventually increase, and the mountains seem to be like wastelands. In some places it looks like a canyon, and it seems that there are demons and bandits in the area. However, it was told that this road would not be so common and that there was little information, and that some Sierras might not be able to fully understand them, so please be careful.

It's exciting to go to places you don't know. Especially if you think there is danger. But there's also an extraordinary sense of security. Probably because the Bergryphs are together. Regardless of whether they share a sense of exhilaration, it's a pleasure to be able to enjoy the same thrill with a father who loves it.

Miriam, leaning out of the bed, squinted and looked into the mountains. High clouds are flowing from the other side of the mountain.

"The other side is the Principality." "Yes. Even though it is a mountain range, the climate here is quite different here and there."

Anessa, holding the reins, says: Orphen is also located in the northern part of the country and has a dry climate, but in winter it snows and it rains. However, the heavy and wet clouds are stuck in the mountains, making it difficult to come east, and the Tildis territory seems to have a dry climate with little rainfall. Maybe the freshness of this early summer might be because of its dryness.

Angelin thought it was similar to Tornella. Tornella also has a lot of winter snow but little rain. Summer is cool and refreshing. By now, I wonder if Charlotte and Byak are taking care of the fields behind them. Maybe Mito is playing with everyone as before. Maybe she was taken by Graham to the forest with the other children.

Marguerite, watching the scenery flowing without getting tired, leaned a little and looked far away.

"There's something" "Huh?"

Before Angelin raised his head, Marguerite hurriedly jumped off the carriage and ran through the grass. Then he pulled out something like a stick that was visible through the grass and came back.

"It's a sword ... this is a sword?" "Wow, it's rusted."

It was a long-handled weapon. The handle seems to be made of iron, and the blade part stabbed on the ground is rusted and the blade is spilled. It has a long blade for spears and a long handle for swords. It is a weapon that is not very familiar. Marguerite looked around while changing his weapon.

"It's buried in the grass, but there's quite a lot of rusted weapons and armor rolling around here," "Huh ... an old battlefield or something?"

When Angelin said and looked at Bergriff, he nodded.

"Maybe it is. The weapon has a shape that is easy to handle on a horse."

Indeed, a ranged weapon would certainly be advantageous from the top of a horse. Marguerite stood up and shook himself, throwing the weapon he had picked up. The weapon flew away and stood on the ground.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing. Even a single demon beast is fun." "There's no monster that attacks during the day, even though it's not in a dungeon."

Kasim said so and lost much. Then he leans on his mountain hat and goes to sleep. It's been two days since I left Mansa. The plains have continued for a long time, but it is likely to go to the foot of the mountain range by dusk today. However, the map shows that the road runs along the mountains but does not pass nearby. It will only happen further south. It took nearly half a month to get to Estgal. I'm going to go further south, so it'll take more time. Naturally, neither space transfer nor flying techniques can be used. But Angelin thinks that's a good part of the journey. If it's too fast, you won't be able to enjoy the scenery or blossom the story in this way.

As the horses took a break to drink water and feed on grass, the sunlight gradually increased in golden color and began to have some mass. It's dazzling because the sun goes down in the direction of travel. Angelin's eyes fluttered, and suddenly a strong wind blew and the swaying grass rubbed against each other, making a bruise. Looking sideways, Bergliff closed his eyes and folded his arms. She doesn't seem to be sleeping, but she seems to be dying a little.

Angelin gently crawled on all fours and went to the side of Marguerite.

"I can see something ...?" "It's just grass. But sometimes there are huge rocks and old weapons seem to be rolling."

The meadows gently rolled up, and in some places they looked like hills. If the bandits of thieves come down all at once from above, I wonder if I can cope with it. But there are both Kashm and Miriam, and most of all such a raid would be noticed first by Bergliff. Nothing to worry about, Angelin nodded. Marguerite looks suspicious.

"What are you thinking?" "If a thief comes in, I guess that's right." "Hah, I see ... but now it's backlit, so why don't you come from there?"

Marguerite points toward the carriage. Certainly dazzling. It would be disadvantageous to have light behind.

"Arne, is there anyone in front of you?" "No, there's no such sign."

Anessa, looking back on Miriam's hat, would look back.

"Would you like something to drink?" "Apple wine?" "No, it's better not to drink." "Hmm ... Is light water good?" "Yes, thank you." A bow is coming, maybe. "

Miriam said while fishing a bag. Angelin nods.

"So when I was in a hurry, I thought I would go down from a high place at once ..." "If the number of shooters is small, I will aim for you. Arne, you have to be careful-" "I know right away ..." "Well, first of all, how to deal with the bow and arrow. What do I do? I'm confident that I can hit all the arrows that aim at me, but I can't do all the flying people." "Have you ever received an escort request ...?" "Well, is it also an escort when you leave Tornella with Bell? But I haven't received it since I came to Orphen. I don't know if you're alone, don't you ask for an escort?

Higher rank adventurers may be entrusted with escort requests, even if alone. However, lower-ranked adventurers do not seem to be able to rely on security or credibility without a party. Speaking of which, Angelin nodded.

"For bow and arrow measures, in the case of caravans, there are other escorts who have been requested, so consult with those people ... But, in general, boards for arrow protection can be erected next to the carriages." "Well, uh ... it was."

Marguerite nodded with his arms crossed, apparently reminiscent of a blue-haired female peddler's carriage. Anessa opened her mouth with her front facing.

"Speaking of which, you should be able to receive only one caravan escort. That's not just one party, but it's because you're going to collect more adventurers and equal the number." "Oh, is that so? I thought everything was useless and didn't check the request in that direction at all ... Did Arne do that alone? "" No, I and Milly had a party at an orphanage before partnering with Angers So, I received the escort request without any problems. Well, Milly? "" Yeah. I couldn't go far in those days, but I still enjoyed going to various places. "" What about Angers? " I didn't have that kind of trouble because I quickly got to a higher rank ... "" Chu. Look, I'm going to be in S rank right away. "" But escorts are important to cooperate with escort targets. Ok "I'm not suitable for Marie who is myself." "What is it. You're a similar thing.

Angelin and Marguerite playfully bumped each other.

"Look, don't quarrel. Eat sweets."

Miriam laughed and took the sugar-glazed biscuit out of the bag.

Eventually, the sun was hidden in the mountains, and the area around the carriage was shadowed. As the wind began to cool down on the skin, Angelin put on his coat, which he had taken off. The sky that looked up was shining blue, but I felt it was funny that the area around us was dark. The carriage sways swaying, probably because he steps on the stone. Perhaps Kashim, who was lying on the bed, screamed, “Nga,” and got up.

"Oh, uh ... it's getting dark. Oira, you've slept quite a bit?" "Kashim, you're okay ...? I guess you won't be able to sleep at night?" "OK, well, I'll watch over the night."

Kasim said, stretching, and slapping his neck and shoulders.

As the sun went down and the other side of the mountains began to burn red, the group reached a small abandoned village. He parked a carriage behind a collapsed masonry building and tied a horse to an all-you-can-grow tree. The well has withered and collapsed. However, it seemed that a stream was flowing nearby. By the time firewood is gathered and fired, purple is along the ridge of the mountains, indigo at the zenith, and only the lower half of the clouds, which seem to be shredded, are red at sunset. The stars were shining steadily.

Winds that seemed to be cool breeze during the day were accompanied by cold trembling when the sun fell. However, the old stone walls are providing good protection from the wind, and leaning against the walls can greatly reduce the coldness of the wind. Marguerite prepares dinner with humming. The behavior of the elven princess is more than angelic in cooking. Somehow frustrating. That doesn't mean I can't cook, but when I return to Orphen, I'm going to practice a bit more.

Bergliff places a small box with a handle.

"Mary, I'll leave the seasoning. Don't overuse it." "I know, leave it to me."

With the small box open and Margrit seasoning while checking the contents of the vial, Bergliff put on his cloak and turned his heels. Angelin also gets up and follows.

"Where are you going, Dad ...?" "Oh, I'm going to look around a bit ... I don't know what's going on." "I'm going ..." "Would you come? come"

The moon had not yet risen. But my eyes are already used to the darkness and I have no trouble walking. Bergliff was walking more carefully than usual. Large and small stones are rolling in the grass. Anyway with the left foot, it will fall if you step on a strange wind with the right prosthesis. There were a number of abandoned houses whose roofs had fallen and collapsed, and the statue of the goddess Vienna, whose horns had completely disappeared after being exposed to the rain, was rolling. There may have been fields, but there are no traces of them.

Berggryf said the village was probably home to imperial people. Tildis nomads do not mainly have a foundational house, but use large tents to travel around the country. It is said that there are many stone, earthen and wooden houses nearer to the east of Keetai, but the grassland people here do not build such houses.

"Awesome. You know, Dad ..." "I just read it in a book. I'm sure it was still at home, so I'd better read it the next time I come back."

As he walked, Angelin noticed remnants of an old weapon rolling around here. I wonder if this village was abolished by the war.

"A lot of weapons here too ..." "Oh ... it's a long time ago."

Bergliff looked around and stroked his beard.

"There is no sign of a demon beast, and there is no sign of being a bad thing ..."

Angelin seized Bergriff's hand. He ate warm dried meat and bean soup and hard bread, and by the time he cleared up the dishes and pots, half a month had risen and the grassland was pale. When I look at the bonfire against the wall, every time the fire shakes, the shadow reflected behind me fluctuates, and I feel like it's looking down at me. Angelin looked back many times, even though he did not intend to do so.

Anessa, who seems to be checking her luggage, rose with a bow and arrow. Miriam also has a cane.

"Bell, we're going a little." "Hmm? Did something happen?" "It's food procurement. Rabbits are coming, rabbits."

Miriam shook his cane. Certainly, while Sierra has food products, it's also possible to rely on it. There is nothing better than local procurement. Angelin has also stood up.

"Help me ..." "Well? I'll help. I'll help you with the trap ...." "Can you help me?"

Marguerite looks at Anessa with hopeful eyes. Anessa smiled and scratched her cheek.

"The arrow is the best thing to actually kill, but ... Marie's eyes are good?" "Oh! You're good at night too!" "Help me drive the rabbits" "Yeah! I'll do it!"

That's why, leaving Bergliff and Qashm, the Angelines set out on the plains. The wind is still blowing, but it's more like shaking your hair than blowing it. The scenery seemed unusually bright because of the moonlight, but the lack of color made me feel like a thing.

"But why is it now? Can you see the daytime?" "But it's fine for birds, but rabbits are nocturnal. They only come out at night. Rabbits around here only seem to come out at night in particular Dashina "

In fact, I have never seen a rabbit in the daytime since I started going south. Anessa might have thought of hunting at night, as she seemed to be signing off at night. Marguerite crossed her arms as if impressed.

"I see ... in the forest of Tornella, I saw rabbits in the daytime, so I wondered why." "I guess the forest has poor visibility. Even in the daytime, it's hard to find a natural enemy. "I don't think it's going to come out until it's night." "... Mary, did your dad tell you to take care of that observation?"

Marguerite pointed.

Angelin lowered herself, set aside some traps and trapped several dried beans in areas with stone shadows and bumps. This will be confirmed tomorrow morning. Occasionally, it swayed differently from the wind, as if something was running through the grass.

Looking away, Anessa is standing leeward and holding a bow. From the windward side, Marguerite rushed to make a noise on purpose. Rabbits jump out of the grass, making a rough sound. At the same time, Miriam magically launched a light bulb, exploding like a flash. The rabbit stops moving if it is dazzled or surprised. The arrow from Anessa pierced there.

"Yoshi" "Yay, perfect"

Angelin runs and picks up the rabbit that he has finished. Moonlight was reflected on the eyes, which no longer reflected anything.

"I'll still get it ..." "Oh, then I won't bother with meat for a while."

Anessa looked suspicious, saying she could save on her salted and dried meat.

"Mary, what's up?"

Marguerite bent over his face with both hands.

"... Eyes" "Mm, I told you to be careful because I'm hot."

Apparently, she looked right at Miriam's flash and was dazzled. Angelin spontaneously blew out.

"... Mary is still half-a-half" "Guu, Chikusho"

Marguerite moaned with regret, but he couldn't help because he couldn't see. Angelin laughed and took Marguerite's hand to stand.

"Okay, you can see right away ..." "Ugugu"

A flash of light flashed again, making a sound behind me. There was a wind noise and an arrow pierced the rabbit. The half moon shines brightly on the grassland after the flash stops.