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

An elf girl wrapped in silver cloth and wrapped in cloth was staring at the contents of the pot with a muddy face. Look into the small box of condiments set aside, reach into one of the vials and squeeze in, reach into another vial, and retract without taking it. If you think you've picked it up, look inside, smell it, tilt it back and put it back. He seems to be wondering what to use. The red-haired boy, standing a little behind, watched it with a somewhat spooky look, but eventually shouted.

"... Is it okay?" "Okay. You just have to watch."

The elf girl looked at the boy, wrinkling between her eyebrows, and then looked at the pot again. Reach for the vial. Stop tilting your neck. It seems that he is also making magic potions, but he is cooking. An elf girl who was teased with a bland meal, ridiculed as simmering, was begging a red-haired boy for teaching. However, it is not clear. With just a little teaching, the girl is already groaning at the pot over the boy.

"... Hey, don't hesitate so much." "It's no good. I want to make something delicious and let those two say it." "That's why I teach it properly ..." "No. That's not your dish. I have to compete with my original. "

Although the boy didn't know, the girl's face was serious. I gave up and watched me silently.

"Salt should be good ... spices ... herbs? Not spicy ... hmm ..."

I'm muttering. The fire under the pot is burning. The contents are usually boiled. The red-haired boy felt terrible, but kept silent without silence.

"Okay ... this is decided!"

Finally take the small bottle and shake the contents. The girl gained momentum and, contrary to the ill-believed appearance, she picked up some small bottles and seasoned them without any hesitation.

"This is good!"

The girl smiled happily, stirring the contents of the pot with a ladle, scooping it up and bringing it to her mouth.

"……How?"

As the girl was silent, the boy shouted quietly. The elf girl turned around. He has a bitter face.

"What happened?" "... I'm burnt."

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On the side of the highway, there was a large spacious training area, where empire soldiers were divided into two groups to conduct a mock battle. Large and small tents are set up, no war horses are heard, and you can hear the sounds of armor and weapons touching each other. Angelin thought this would not be accessible to bandits.

Riding carts are still not a good ride, but they feel easier than in the north because the roads are well maintained. The road from Istaf to Findale was well maintained, but it was amazing that the road would be traversed by the royal aristocracy, the way to the Imperial City. Marguerite is shining his eyes and is coming out of the carriage.

"It's amazing. The road is so beautiful." "Well. I was surprised when we first came to the Imperial City."

Toya said. Anessa nodded.

"It seems that the carriage is going to be quite fast." "Yes. The capital city is a short distance from Findale, but the beauty of this road promotes the ease of movement. It's fast. ''

Ishmer said. Casim puts on his mountain hat again.

"Oira is more beautiful than when she was in the Imperial City. Recently, this is it?" "It seems to be the proposal of Prince Benjamin now. The bandits have disappeared from the area, and there are fewer demons, so it seems that trade has become more active than before, and the economic situation of the empire seems to be improving. "

Kassim frowned his eyebrows. Angeline fluttered her eyes.

"Sure, I'm the one I met at the Grand Prince ...?" "Oh ... I'd better be careful." "Well, why? Not a very good person."

Miriam turned his head curiously. The results are clearly evident, such as maintaining roads and maintaining security at the training grounds. Kasim looked around and suppressed his voice.

"That's what François urged Angers in the Grand Duchy. He might be good at the side, but he didn't know what he was thinking at the bottom of his belly." "François ... Oh, Rise's brother of"

A story came out yesterday. He was a concubine of the Grand Duke, and had something to do with the Grand Duke's family. He has a desperate Casim and is trying to fight Angelin. He ended up being thrown into the winter river, but he seemed to be safe. It seems that François is now the Royal Guard of Prince Benjamin.

I have a bad feeling. Angeline frowned. If you go to see Liserotte, you are likely to encounter François and Benjamin. I'm a little lost. Kasim sighed and leaned against the carriage wall.

"Well, it's okay if you're wary of that kind of person. Watch out, because your face is a terrible handsome boy, so if you don't know, you'll fall in love with you." Hey, Marie "" Why do you say to me? "" I have seen you once, Prince, Toya. It was certainly a beautiful boy, mumbling. I can not see such a person with such a back I didn't do it. "

Morin said, biting the jammed bread. Toya dropped her head.

"Where do you get it? Well, sure, the prince was beautiful. I thought he was a friendly laugher. I wonder if people don't look like ..."

Speaking of which, Angelin remembered. Aside from being uncomfortable, even Angelin Park's Angelin thought it was pretty nice. However, I felt something unpleasant and could not forgive my heart, but after hearing Kasim's story, I got a point. Like a man with a back.

Just because you enter the imperial capital does not mean that you will always see Benjamin. In the first place, despite the S rank, it is rare for a single adventurer to meet the Prince himself. However, that is not the case when approaching from the other side. And this time, there is an ancestor of the daughter of the Grand Duke named Rizerotte. It doesn't matter if you tell Benjamin anything from there.

However, I can't read the bottom of Benjamin's belly. Despite being an unusual young adventurer who receives a medal, there is no reason to bother with him. It is hard to say that she is young and beautiful, but if it were, she would be better understood if she was a beautiful prince. Then, it's an interesting metamorphosis that makes the strong people fight each other ...

Angelin thought for a while with a difficult face, but gave up and gasped. There is nothing more difficult to imagine in the minds of strangers. I felt useless just thinking. If something happens, then that's the time. I am strong enough to be able to cope calmly without being alert. You may struggle if you are hit by a Kashm class player, but you will not lose. I thought so.

My head was poked. Looking at it, Marguerite was looking at Angelin with rusted asagi green eyes.

"What are you thinking about with a difficult face and a missing head?" "What is not enough ... I'm not as stupid as Marie" "What a konjalow" "What a fight Stop it! "

Anessa said stunned.

The sunlight that was obliquely shining further tilted, and the color gradually increased in thickness. When I thought that large and small fields had begun to spread on the plains around the highway, the shadow of a large city began to appear. Although it was near the fields, it was a little far from the highway, but there were many small settlements around it. There are wooden, stone and even tent-like objects. Is it a place where farmers live?

Angelin leaned out of the carriage and looked forward. The imperial city has a mountain behind, and the building seems to extend to the slope of the mountain. The castle wall extends sideways so as to block the plains and the city, and there are many tower-like towers.

I felt it wasn't that big in the distance, but I thought it would take longer than I expected to get closer to seeing, and when I noticed there was a terribly tall wall in front of me. There are many people and carriages. A wide and deep moat is dug along the city walls, and green water sways. There are a lot of tents on the shore, carts come and go, people scream, street performers play music, chickens run out without horses, and they are loud and loud. Apparently something like Jiichi is open, and it is very busy.

The stop for the horse-drawn carriage was also outside the wall. They seem to get off and enter the city on foot. It seems that there are several entrances to the wall, and you have to get down and move further to get to the destination. After getting off the carriage, but before entering the city, the crowd was crowded, and various merchandise were lined up on the tents and stalls, and high-powered peddlers were shaking up. Anessa muttered as she was amazed.

"I'm terrible ... Isn't it out of town, here?" "I'm surprised? There are so many peddlers, so the city is open outside the town this way."

Toya said so and pointed away.

"It's been going a long way. Look at it if you have the time. There are a lot of interesting shops because people from all over the continent are gathering."

In addition to this, there will usually be shops and cities in the capital. Angelin shook, seemingly overwhelmed before entering the city. I know Orfen, Jovem, Istaf, Findale and many other big towns, but I felt there was something different here. Marguerite looks around with excitement.

"I'm so glad! This castle wall looks amazing. I wonder if I can go up, what is Ishmer?" "Let's see if the wall is up to the army, so we can go up ..." Shrugged. "What is it?"

Marguerite kicked a pebble under his feet. Kasim yawns and puts his hat back on.

"Well, how are you going. Would you like to go to the little ones or get ready?" "Speaking of that, I'm hungry. "That's right ... it's close to the night, and maybe we can go to another tonight tomorrow."

Said Anessa. Angelin nodded, but suddenly recalled Toya.

"Oh, but when can I meet Salazar?" "I can meet whenever I want to. I have a lab at the foot of the mountain, so I have to move again for an hour from here. I have to go to the guild. "I don't care about salazar or guild, let's eat rice, rice. I want to eat delicious fabada." Did you eat a variety of horse-drawn carriages? "" What's Fabada? "" Steamed dried white beans. It contains cut intestines and salted meat, and is cooked in a toro. … Yes, Mornay with plenty of vegetables is also good… Ah, Mornay is a vegetable or meat boiled in milk and cheese sauce, put in a deep dish and baked I guess but I like that that contains the fish. Ah, but broiled meat of Rhodesia pig is also a crispy much hard I wish ...... lenticel discarded burned, but like the fat melts. "

Maulin is ecstatic as if he is imagining a dish while saying. Somehow seems belly. Angelin stroked the navel with her palm. Toya put his hand on his forehead with a grinning face.

"I'll take you to a familiar store if you go for a meal." "I'm hungry because of Morin's talk, I want to go. Hey, Arne?" "What do you want to do?" "I want to go! I'm the only one who ate everything" "Yeah ... I'm gonna go. No, I'm prepared first. "" It's decided.

Ishmer raised his hand as Toya took the lead.

"Ah, I'm going to go back to the studio once." "Ah ... I see. Ishmer also has a house in the imperial city ..." "Yes. Then, I want to organize my luggage once. "" Well, goodbye here? Let's eat together! "

Miriam said sorry. Ishmer smiled bitterly.

"I want to do that, but unfortunately the studio is on Second Avenue and it's a bit far ..." "Mmm, so ..." "Would you stay for a while in the Imperial Palace of the Grand Duchy? If you can organize your luggage, I'll get in the way. I may be able to help you. "" I'm glad ... Thanks, Ishmer. "

Ishmer reappeared in the crowd as he carried his luggage. When the party foresaw it, this time they stepped into the city, led by Toya.

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Leaving the army post, Bergliff crossed his arms with a difficult face. Percival tapped her hair around her fingertips.

"It looks like there are no clues that seem to be clues. It seems that they came not from the garrison, but from the Imperial City, and they came without an elf after the uproar." "Yes ... around the uproar "Let's listen to those people." "I don't think there's much information in the guild, and it looks good. It was a fishmonger."

According to reports, the Imperial Guard soldiers suddenly killed a woman shopping at a fishmonger. The dead woman got up and turned into an elf. It's strange magic. Not very familiar with the ears. It could be a curse or a foreign law. As you may know if Kasim, it is unfortunate and different. But the magic details are not relevant at this time. It is confusing to collect too much information.

Bergryf spread out the map of the town and confirmed the location. When I went to the soldier's camp, I was told about the approximate location. It's a bit far from here. Percival coughed small and took out the scent bag.

"... a little distance" "Oh, but it's just an hour away on foot"

Bergliff collapsed the map, looked back in his pocket. I wonder if the Angelines have arrived at the Imperial City. Percival squints with nostalgia.

"Don't remember. At first we walked around here and there." "I was right. I met Kasim during that time." "I feel like the orphans were lively like that." that's right"

I bought a kebab at the stall and filled my stomach lightly before heading to the fish shop. It seems to be a shop facing a busy street in a corner of downtown. There are many people coming and going, and it is likely to hit people when walking aside. Once you escape from the street flow, open the map again out of the way.

"I guess it's around here." "There's a lot of shops. You can't tell if you don't understand the land."

I wandered around for a while, but finally found it. Fish are lined up on a table that seems to have fixed it. Called the landlady who finished the customer's opponent.

"I'm sorry." "Yes, come on!" "I'd like to ask about an elf ..."

Bergriff said that the landlady was blatantly uncomfortable. Looks tired.

"I'll see you again ... I'm a fish shop, not a talk hut. If you don't buy it, go somewhere."

Apparently, he heard the example of the uproar and appeared several times in a ridiculous manner. Even if you don't buy and just talk, you won't look good. Percival grabbed and lifted a large fish on the table.

"Give me this," "Huh, oh, do you buy?" "Tell me about the elf because I buy it. If you don't have enough, I'll buy more." Would you like this fillet? "

Immediately after finding out that she was a customer, her attitude softened. However, he still looks a little alarmed and wraps the fish in a paper bag.

"That's right ... I don't know anything about it, but the elf's spooky daughter has come to my house for a long time. "Wakasatei ... where is it?" "The soldiers of the Imperial City say that there is no such store. It's a strange story. It's kind of creepy, I don't want to be involved anymore. I want to forget. "

The proprietress shook. You probably remembered the scene of a soldier cutting his daughter.

The landlady didn't seem to know anything more. This is a deadlock. As the Bergryph twisted his beard, the large sword on his back grew small. When I looked around, I saw a small figure standing at the eaves of the store. It is about the size of a child and has a veil on her face so she can't see well, but she's a girl. However, I found that I was still looking at the ground to check for something. When I felt something strange and looking at the figure, the girl suddenly saw me. Eyes met. Immediately, I felt something cold running on my back. The sword of the big sword grows a little.

"Mm ..."

Bergliff frowned. I felt like the girl laughed over the veil, and suddenly there was a sense of intimidation that stuck from behind. The girl shrugged, and walked away as if in a hurry. Berglyf leaned back and looked back, Percival's scary face staring at the girl who had left.

"Percy?" "... I'm a depressing guy. I don't like it."

Percival hit his tongue and took out the smell bag.

"No, I thought it was weird, but the other person was a child?" "It's just the look. Just as usual, strange people wander around the Imperial City."

Bergliff was grateful. Just to look at it means that the contents are different. Is it some kind of mimicry? Or is it magically manipulating physical age like Maria does? I'm also worried about Graham's sword reacting. Berggriff wondered if something was going wrong. Percival lost the smell bag and took the bag of the fish he bought.

"Either way, the elves in the example seem to be troublesome. Don't be afraid, Bell." "Oh ..."

Berglyf squinted and looked around. It is as busy as ever. But behind the scenes, something strange is moving. With or without knowing, they felt that they had stepped into the whirlpool, and Bergliff tied his mouth and held the handle of his sword.

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The sun is settling down, and the darkness is falling all around. The streetlights were lit, and the shadows of the wayers darkened.

Ishmer thought it was a pleasant journey down the traffic. The chance encounter expanded, and I was able to get acquainted with a magician named "Canopy Crusher". On a journey with adventurers who tend to be murdered, they can be mixed with unusually harmonious parties, and I feel that I have gained peace different from a mere collection of materials.

"... if I can help somehow"

Muttered. He was surely fond of the Belgriffs himself, and he was eager to cooperate with them. I thought I could do my research later. But for the time being, you have to arrange yourself. The house has been away for quite some time. I'll have to clean it once. I'm not young enough to throw everything out.

The studio was behind the street, just past a winding alley. Unlike the bustling main street, it is quiet and has little traffic. The sound of stepping on cobblestones echoes through the building and goes up.

A familiar wooden door came into view. The windows are stamped with wooden boards. Dark rooms are better for magic experiments. But do you think it will be dismal when you invite them to the workshop someday? With a small laugh, Ishmer turned the key and pushed the door open.

"...? What is this?"

There was nothing. There was no room in the dusty room for anything to be found, such as shelves of experimental tools and spellbooks in memory, and tables with a pile of papers of magic and thoughts. But the cold stone floor and walls are just illuminated by the lights of the lamps they hold.

Funny. Did you make the wrong house? No, not at all. It's my home, I can't make a mistake. If you are sure of your memory ...

No, wait. Memory?

What experiment were you doing? What magic books were on the shelf? What was your thought before you left? What were the flasks floating in the mind and the glass tubes connecting them? No, why were you living here in the first place? Before that? Where did you practice magic? When you were a child?

There is a picture in my head. However, they did not seem to be tangible to me. Just like the contents of a book or a talk, intangible things are just listed as information.

Ishmer struck his knees and held his head. It hurts to crack.

"Stupid ... Stupid ..."

I muttered like a whisper. What am I? The door behind it closed with a rattling sound. Ishmer looked up suddenly with a strange sign.

"Who is ...!"

A shadow appeared from the darkness. A tall, black man. There was a sword wound on the right side of the face. Feeling terrifying, Ishmer stood up with a staggering foot.

"Ku ... Who are you ..." "The role is over."

The man in black clothes slipped out his sword. This is a long bladed cutlass with a missing tip. Ishmer desperately turns his hand forward with a sigh of breath. A magic book that emits faint light emerged beside it. The pages are turned by themselves and the magic power swirls.

"Don't get close ...! Don't come!" "It's humorous. You don't exist from the beginning."

The man approached silently, protruding his sword in a completely natural way. Despite the lack, the sword easily pierced Ishmer's chest. I had no time to resist. Shortly after thinking that something warm in my throat was rising, blood overflowed from Ishmer's mouth.

"Huh ..."

Ishmer fell on his back. The lamp falls and cracks, and the candle disappears. The magic book disappeared as it melted. Thick glasses roll on the ground, and blood spreads as they soak. The eyes have lost life. A cold sign of death filled the room.

The man sheathed his sword, looking down at the dead Ishmer. Ishmer's corpse fluttered and stood up so that the puppet could be lifted with thread. When the outline was blurred like fog and I thought it had been blown away as it melted, a man wearing a white robe and wearing a hood in the depths appeared from behind.

"... Tough, Hector" "Do not let me do the work below, Schweiz"

A man in white clothes called Schweitz snorted.

"It's a decent personality, you'll be resisted if you don't." "It's a bit of a fight that resists." "This is the situation." "The elf once missed. However, there is a net there. Maitreya went to Findale. "Okay, but you should be careful. Findale has" Haou sword "and" Akaoni ". If you take an action, you can see it. ''

According to Schweiz, the "executioner" Hector grinned.

"I thought," The King of Swords. "I thought it was dead, but I wanted to go to Findale, that's it." "I'll give you a prey separately. "What is the" Akaoni "? I've never heard of it." "The father of the" black-haired warrior ". In addition to having a sword, his insight is unusual. "

Hector rubbed his chin with a funny face. Schweitz opened his hand to make sure. I muttered to tell myself.

"The flow of events is converging. This makes for a stronger vortex ... I wondered what would happen if I failed at Orphen ... but that was the starting point." "... What?"

Ignoring Hector with a suspicious face, Schweitz put his hand on his chest.

"let's go"

When they thought that they had shook like a haze, they left only the fine dust that flew in the room, and nobody was in the air.