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

Although it was raining, the air was warm and seemed to cling to the skin. Thick clouds were covering the area, and it was probably because of the splashes or the clouds were falling. Even though there were many signs of people here and there, it was strangely dense because of poor visibility, and the fog seemed to push the body with weight.

There is a sound of a weapon being shaken and a burst of magic. Metals are screaming and screaming and angry. Somehow it's a sword cup. I was confused by the fog, and it seemed that a number of demons were crawling up from the hole.

A spear picked a strange beast with scales that walked on two legs. A black-haired woman kicks off a monster that has seemingly stuck down and looks around.

"Chip, Okai Shogun is still ahead, is this ... this time it's going to be a big deal?"

The woman held her spear again and pierced the black shadow over the fog.

"Oh! Not yet!"

A girl with dog ears stood behind the woman yelling. He holds a six-stringed instrument in his hand and closes his eyes. Occasionally, my dog's ears shook. It was as if the sound had disappeared. Ring the strings with your right hand. Jara, when the sound was heard, the fog shook like it vibrated.

"Beibe"

Every time the girl strums the strings, the fog trembles and the sound echoes everywhere. The sounds of the battle I heard before and after were all moans and screams that seemed to be monster beasts. A black-haired woman breathes with a spear on her shoulder.

"The magical sound is transmitted through the fog, and the sound of an amulet is played there. It's a dexterous thing." "I really want to rock more ...." I guess it could be burned, but ... "

As the girl with dog ears rattled the six strings, the signs of the monsters faded from there. Apparently, the beast is slowing down, and adventurers are catching it one after another. The black-haired woman leaned with a spear like a cane and sighed and squinted.

"I'm gonna come ... even when the bells come, what will it be?" "What about your uncle?" "I don't know. In addition to this fog, I can't help other people with the" dweller at the bottom. " "Mm ..."

The dog-eared girl stopped her hands as it seemed that the battle had ended. Voices of the adventurers can be heard here and there. Still, she is not visible because of the fog. The dark-haired woman turned her shoulders and carried a spear.

"Well, I thought I was going to hide myself slowly, but this time Okai is going to be a big deal. Let's pray for the best and skillful gathering." "I feel like Angers are coming ..." "What?" "Intuition ... but my intuition hits well. The summer dish breaks well." "... well, eh. I'm just thinking about myself. The Angers aren't coming for us, I'm sorry. "" I know you're ok, but what's wrong with thinking about surviving here. It seems that Okai Shogi is more troublesome than ever before, and it will be anxious, "Donshin and Pai", "An?"

The dog-eared girl picked up the instrument and quickly ran over the fog.

When the remaining black-haired woman stood for a while, the fog faded slightly, and a faint figure on the other side was walking in the same direction. There is a little noisy place. The black-haired woman looked suspicious and walked over there. The monster carcass is rolling like a mountain. There were some human corpses in it. A sword wound. It was not killed by the demon's fangs or claws.

"What happened? Did you fight each other?"

Asked a nearby adventurer man, he shook his head.

"It's that" iron lion. "He always gets rid of the tough monsters, so it seems that some guys don't think it's interesting, and he seems to have taken this situation and tried to bite the darkness."

The man turned the corpse on his back with his feet.

"Because I had to complain that it wasn't fun for a long time. The height of my pride is also a conceivable thing."

The woman with black hair leaned against a spear and sighed. It is once again realized that adventurers like Tornella's savage are rare.

"Well, I'm glad I couldn't do it. I'm sorry to get rid of my steps because of my jealousy and I won't be able to survive." "I think so too. The rank was AAA and they should never have been weak ... but he's not really good at it. I think it's reliable, but it's something weird. "

The black-haired woman narrowed her eyes and looked around. The rainy legs strengthened, and a series of thin streams passed under my feet. Behind the fog, I saw haystack hair standing with my back.

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The carriage is running at tremendous speed. Every time the wheel steps on the ground that is never flat, it shakes greatly. A group on horseback followed around him. Kasim is smiling happily.

"Well, I'm a Tildis bandit, persistent, persistent" "Not if you're laughing"

The Bergryf seemed to be unable to stand because the carriage swayed so much that he crouched slightly and was caught on the edge of the carriage. It seems that one leg is not good at standing on a prosthetic leg than an ordinary person.

Angelin and Marguerite cut off arrows from the horse. The arrow-panel on the side of the carriage is already like a hedgehog. Miriam was so drunk that she was sticking to the Belgryf with a blue face, and Kassim had occasionally shot down dangerous arrows, and even some nodes were enjoying the situation. Anesa, who is particularly good at long distances, was holding a bridle, so it seemed he was being unilaterally attacked by bandits.

Bergliff looked up, looking up.

"A little more." "Wow, that's amazing. There's more behind."

Looking at it, a group of equestrian horses, believed to be a companion, are rushing from behind the bandits surrounding the carriage. Angelin shook and threw an empty jar. The empty jar hit the head of one of the approaching bandits, and the bandits roared and fell off. But there is water in the scorch. It doesn't seem to make sense. Angeline scratched her head.

"Isn't it bad that some of them were beaten first ..." "Because Tildis bandits are obsessive. I'll either kill them all over or I won't give up until they die." Well then? "

Marguerite laughed and shattered the flying arrows. Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"No, it's not the same as a monster. Humans are scared, Marie." "Hmm? Well, it's okay. Surely it's bad to cut a lot of humans."

When a few horses, just behind the carriage, looked at each other and talked out loud, they raised their hands. Immediately, the horses running behind set up a bow all at once and fired at the same time. Arrows come down all at once with a density like rain. Bergryf stepped on his left foot and stood up, pulling out his back sword.

"Catch me!"

One yelling voice, waving his sword sideways. Immediately, a terrible shock wave occurred, and the flying arrows shattered and shattered on the ground. Bergliff breathes, holds a great sword, and bows down again. The bandits shouted in regret, but whipped without giving up yet. Angeline came over her back.

"Amazing ... Dad is amazing!" "Well, wait, Anger, it's not right now." "Hey, you've gotten used to how to use it. I'm gonna do it, Bell." … ”“ I'll cut through! Silence because my tongue bites! ”

Anessa shouted and hit the reins to scold. The horse speeded up. As expected, it is a Tildis horse. The carriage, running on the meadow, came all the way to the peak of the mountain and rushed into a valley between cliffs. Bergliff turned around quickly, then looked at Kasim.

"Good!" "Ayoyo"

Kasim shakes his hands. A magic bullet is fired, hitting the top of the cliff on both sides. The rumbling of the ground and the crushed rocks and soil crushed the bandits just below. The road is obstructed and cannot be climbed on foot, but cannot be surpassed by horses. Despite the frustration, he was cut off, and several horsemen, separated from the others, slowed down as if embarrassed.

"What do they do?" "You can leave it alone. Let's open it up now."

In any case, Bergryf muttered, wiping his sweat off his forehead, saying they were in the plains. The carriage slows down slightly and the sway is reduced. Bergliff finally breathed in calm. He rubbed the back of Miriam, who was clinging with a blue face.

"Isn't it all right?" "Wow ... I feel sorry ..." "What's wrong?"

Seeing Marguerite laughing at her, Miriam swelled her cheeks.

"Millie is delicate!" "... I feel sorry too."

Angelin made something unnatural and stuck to the Bergryph. Bergryf pounded Angelin's back as if he was stunned.

"You're nothing but ..." "But it's just Milly ..." "Well, Angers has a habit of sticking for no reason-uh!"

Miriam held her lips as if she had been afraid. Kasim sat down and leaned against the edge of the carriage.

"Hey, spit here, it's a great counselor." "Would you like to take a break a little further away. It would be better to let the horses rest too."

Bergriff said, looking behind and on the cliff. There seems to be no sign or follower looking at this. The horse was sweating, and the smooth hair appeared to be moist and wet.

It has been more than half a month since I left Mansa. The heat has increased day by day, perhaps due to the rush of summer or the descent to the hotter south. In the meantime, stop by the nomadic villages on the way to interact with each other, fight with a herd of monsters, cut through abandoned villages that have become dungeons, and so on. I was able to do things. At the end of the session there was a quarrel with a bandit, and it seemed that the nervous mind had finally calmed down. If everything goes well, you should reach Istaf, a southern metropolis in less than a week.

This is the first experience for a Belgryf to travel this long without going to bed in a town or village. Anyway, when I was young, it seemed to be quite painful for over forty bodies that had just wielded the hoe. Even though it hasn't even begun, Bergliff laughed ridiculously. It's just a passing point, but I'm already tired. I guess what's going on when we arrive at "Navel of the Earth". Anessa turned over her shoulder.

"What do you want, Bell? Where do you want to go?" "I think it would be better to have a little more open space. There may be no bandits around here, and if you take a break on less favorable terrain, you may be afraid of attacks." "Yes. I'll go on a par for the time being. "

Call out if there is a good place, Anessa turned around again. Miriam stood behind the carriage. Marguerite is searching for a small bottle to watch out for, catching luggage, and Casim is in a position to sleep with his eyes closed. Angelin leaned on Bergliffe.

"The arrow must be pulled out." "Yes. This is painful."

At the hedgehog arrow-budget board, Bergliff grinned. I was impressed that I could shoot such an accurate arrow from the horse, and I thought that it would not have been possible without Angelin's presence. It seemed reasonable that no one wanted to follow the southern route. I was prepared to some degree because I heard from Sierra, but otherwise I would have been up.

After a while, there was a place where a cliff was pierced to make it look like a roof. There seems to be a mountain stream nearby, and there is a water noise. The day is still high, but I'm tired of getting away, so I decided to take a break early. I was grateful to be able to replenish the water barrel because it was heavy when I ran away.

Marguerite and Angelin, who are full of energy, went down the mountain with a wooden pail. Anessa walks with her bow and arrow for any prey, and Miriam is completely groggy and lying on her back. Casim came with a dead branch.

"I've collected firewood." "Oh, thank you."

Berglyph, who was preparing a bed to remove large stones and level the ground, set up a simple furnace with stones and lit the fire. Put the water from Angelin and put it in a pot and put it on fire. Dried meat was chopped, dried barley and beans were put in it, and they were boiled together. Angeline is hovering behind.

"Dad, help something ...?" "No, this is okay. Can you pull out the arrow stuck in the carriage?"

Angelin rushed to the carriage. The horse is drinking water over there. Eventually, Anessa returned. She carries a goat about the size of a dog.

"A goat has been caught. It looks like this area is small." "Oh, it was just fine ... oh, the contents are already out. The head is also falling." "It was near the swamp. I think that Mr. Bell is better at stripping ... "" I don't think it's such a thing ... but well, it would be faster to do it together. Let's do it together. " What……"

Anessa is glad to be happy. Angelin appeared silently there.

"... I'll do it too!" "Wow!" "Oh, are you done already?" "Yes. And only Arne is sloppy ..." "... I don't think about taking it separately."

Anessa sighed as if she was stunned. Berggriff smiled and took out the peeling knife. The Bergriff is skinned with a familiar hand, but Anessa is used to dismantling, as is Angelin, who is taught by the Bergliff. Shortly after, the goat quickly became a chunk of red meat. Seasonal pattern fat was not so much on board, but it was enough to color the meal.

By the time the flesh smelled like a good smell, the sun was falling, and the lights of the lamps and the bonfire began to cast a shadow of the party on the rock surface.

"If you get to Istaf, the Nindia Mountains are right away."

Kasim said, squeezing wheat and bean porridge. Bergliff nodded.

"Yeah, but I don't know where the" earth horn "is."

The Nindia Mountains separate Tildis and Dadan, but extend from northeast to southwest across several countries. Istaf is part of the Tirdis territory, but down the southwest along the mountains leads to the Dadan Empire, and west just before it leads to the Lucrecia and Rhodesian Empire. So even though the mountains are close, I don't know where the Earth's Navel is located. It doesn't seem that much on the Sierra map. Are only some adventurers who really remember their arms just knowing it?

Marguerite swallowed the goat meat and said.

"Go to Istaf, aren't there as many as you know?" "Maybe. Yes. Ask the guild people first ..."

Angelin said that and spooned into the porridge, and suddenly looked up.

"Dad, do you have cheese ...?" "Oh, there is."

Bergriff offered a piece of cheese he bartered with the nomads. Sharp with a knife and drop it into porridge.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for Belle's rice. I'm good at cooking, but I'm not relieved." "It's been a long journey ... but I didn't have any problems with rice." "Yes, thanks to Sierra." "I have it, but you managed it well." "No, that's because everyone hunted and harvested ..." "But that food allocation and water consumption. I guess it's all Bell who did that. It's amazing if you think about it ... "

Seeing the terrible companions, Bergliff scratched his cheeks with itching.

"... What are you going to do to lift me one by one?"

Angelin looked at Bergriff with a grim face.

"Because it's really terrible ..." "Oh, Angers ..." "Okay, I'm not saying bad things, so I'll take it honestly." "Yeah. It ’s fun, I ’m… ”

Berggriff sighed as if he had given up and threw firewood into the bonfire. I think it's better to remember the word praise killing. Too much of it can make you feel like you are being teased. It is easy to see that Marguerite is half the teasing.

"Nyan ... smells good."

Even if I thought something was moving behind, Miriam, who had been sleeping until now, came up. Originally crumpled hair is scattered more and more due to habit. Anessa picked up the bowl and added porridge.

"I thought I'd get up until morning. Can't I get up now and sleep?" "Okay, but I'm feeling refreshed.

Miriam laughed while receiving the bowl of porridge.

After dinner, there was nothing much like staying up late, each wrapped in bedding and laid down. Miriam, who seems to be well asleep and well, is sitting by the bonfire, and Kassim, who has also taken a nap, is sitting opposite. Anessa and Marguerite were asleep next to each other, and Angelin was asleep as she leaned on the Bergglyph reviewing the map.

"Basically, it's like a straight road ..." "It seems there's an old road. It's fine if you can pass a carriage." "It looks like a monster comes out. There's no note like a bandit."

Miriam leans on her head with her chin on her knees.

"What's the precautionary statement?" "I don't write the date and time, but ... I've heard it's the latest information."

However, it is not necessarily correct because it is written. Large bandits with roots act based on their bases, but not all wandering bandits. Even if it is a monster, if there is a magic reservoir in some time, it is often drawn to it. Casim yawned greatly.

"Well, I can't help but get nervous right now. I guess it would be better to think about what to do if I arrived at Istaf. It's interesting because the state of the town, the food, and the Orfen and Jovem are different." "If you're distracted, you'll be scooped by surprise." "Hey, I'll leave that warning to you.

Berglyf gave up and laughed, saying he had intended from the beginning, and looked back at the map again. Kasim breaks the twig and throws it into the bonfire.

"Okay, the oilers are thinking about the movement from Istaf. It's a huge town. It's a big town. You'll need a lot of preparation before going to the hole and what to buy." "Wow, it looks fun. I wonder if there are any delicious sweets. "

Kassim and Miriam are having fun talking about this. Berglyph also dropped his gaze on the map, but his ears were tilted unknowingly.

Istaf is a large city in the south of Tirdis. The scale can be compared with that of Khalifa, the center. It was once the capital of a nation in its old days, and has been partially destroyed by a bandit attacked by Tildis's most powerful "War Emperor", Ihabenad, but the old wall remains. It has now been reworked and seems to have regained its fortified city appearance, and it has the strength and economic strength to make it self-reliant, making it appear to be a semi-independent city state like Jovem .

Few people know it, but rare materials of "Earth's Navel" often flow here, and the quality of equipment and magic tools is origami. Of course, it's a reasonable price, so just because you have it doesn't mean you can afford it. There seems to be a lot of skilled blacksmiths and wizards who aim to research where there is good quality material, which seems to be revitalizing Istaf and boosting economy and distribution.

During the day, a warm breeze came in with a cold of midnight. Even in the daytime, the summer heat is crowded, but it is cold enough to shake when the sun falls. Angelin bowed down and leaned deeper on Bergliff. Bergliff looked up. The darkness behind the rock seemed strangely harsh, with no sign at all.

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He made a rattling sound and dropped the collected firewood aside. A boy with hay-colored hair pats his palms as if to dust.

"This kind of thing will last until morning." "Oh. It's okay if you don't burn too much."

A red-haired boy took out the crater and lighted it quickly. The area is already dark. The moon and stars were not visible in the sky from the grove because of the thick clouds. The air was rather heavy and calm, but there was no sign of rain. However, the darkness seemed to be approaching with mass.

Four people came to the forest. It is a job to collect various materials including herbs. You don't get lost in the forest because you have an elf girl. It has already gathered a considerable amount of camp, camped overnight and returned home the next day. I feel like I'm going to glide with a small, unreliable bonfire so that the darkness surrounds me. After finishing the meal, the four surrounded the bonfire in close proximity.

"Isn't the darkness of the night anxious?"

An elf girl holding her knees said. The red-haired boy, who was cleaning his cooking utensils, nodded.

"Well, that's right." "Where does that scary come from?" "What is the elf philosophy?"

The hay-colored boy broke a twig with a suspicious face. The bonfire in front of me slammed. The elf girl shook his head.

"I don't think so. But it's strange that it's scary when it's dark."

Said the brown-haired boy. The red-haired boy looked back and saw his long, swaying shadow behind him. Behind it is a dense grove, with darkness between the trees. I wonder if there is something looking at this from behind. But again, the elf girl shakes her head.

"It's not because it's dark, I'm not afraid of what it brings. Rather, more like this ... fear of the darkness itself. Strange, we all come from mother's stomach. "I don't see any light in my stomach." "But, we don't think we all know the real darkness?"

The brown-haired boy leans his head. The hay-colored boy crossed his arms.

"Even if you close your eyes, it's just looking behind the eyelids. If you're not completely blind, don't you know the darkness? … ”“ I guess ... yeah, maybe. ”

The elf girl sat down on her knees and looked down. The red-haired boy swam in his eyes as if thinking. It may be true. Then I wonder what true darkness is like. Isn't it just something visible? The elf girl sighed.

"Well, at night, my thoughts bend in a strange way." "... You have an unexpectedly delicate place." "Mmm, what.

The elf girl poked the shoulder of a hay-colored boy. The boy laughed and stroked the elf girl's hair.

"Get angry. Well, let's just worry about going back to town. We have to rest well today and have to go through the forest tomorrow. And now it's dark and everyone is worried. "Well, that's right ..... how long have you been patting it?" "No ... I'm so terrible, it's messed up, the elf's hair is good," "Oh, really? "My hair is not a toy!"

Elven girl was sullenly squeezed by two boys roughly stroking. Then I looked at the red-haired boy, who was still alone and silent.

"... Do you want to touch it too?" "Eh? No, I ... separately ..."

A brown-haired boy and a hay-colored-haired boy are grinning.

"It's a mess" "It's a mess" "What?"

Seeing the red-haired boy swaying, the elf girl dyed her cheeks with her mouth sharp, but I don't know if it looked like that with a bonfire. Then lean forward to stick out your head.

"... Hey. If you stroke it, you can stroke it."

The red-haired boy swam at his gaze as if he had trouble. The elf's silver hair glanced back at the light of the bonfire. The strange anxiety about the darkness seemed to have gone somewhere.