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

Falca seems to have been beaten as a sheath, crouching in the corner of the room with a frightened expression. Donovan looked down somewhat, and returned the sheath to his waist.

"A fool ... this isn't enough for an educated beastman."

François told Donovan, looking annoying. Donovan snapped his nose.

"Well, I'm saved. Thank you." "I don't want to have too much trouble. It's annoying my Highness .... Why are you here? Why are you connected with them?"

Donovan sat down in his chair.

"It's a sword. I want to get that big sword that the red-haired man has. But the stupidness hungry for blood ... and this confused me."

Falca was terrified and shook his body, holding his knees in the first place. François folded his arms to think, but eventually opened his mouth.

"Then, ask your Highness. That red-haired man is the father of a woman who avenges His Highness."

Donovan frowned as though thinking of his chin. He seemed to agree on his interests, and nodded as convinced.

"Okay, let's do it ... will you take care of me?" A strange thing floated in the air when I heard it, and I couldn't hear the voice, Salazar said, "They seem to be heading there."

Francois narrowed his eyes.

"... I have to tell you that more. Let's go soon."

François quickly changed his cloak and left the room. The two church knights also follow. François wasn't excited for some reason, even though he thought it was an opportunity to make a hand. Strange silence has always spread throughout my mind, as if I was just doing some duty. It seemed that he wouldn't care if he didn't force himself to take his breakthrough or even take revenge on Angeline.

Are you proud? The adventurer style is cheeky.

François was frustrated with the image of Bergriff. However, the frustration seemed to be suitable for me, my heart was dead. All you have to do is make excuses. Is revenge and success a mere alibi making?

Wrong. I empower for that. As you get stronger, the view you see should change. No more frustrated by the incompetence of oneself, and no one is scorned by adventurers.

François inspired himself, deliberately and violently, telling himself. Donovan followed behind with a strange laugh.

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Angelin wrapped her sword in her sheath and stared straight at the man claiming to be Benjamin, who was holding onto the bar. She was thin, and her hair and beard could be stretched, but she certainly looked beautiful and seemed elegant.

"... Is it real?" "Ho, it's real ... please, help me."

Benjamin struggled with panting and coughed. Angelin gently touched the grate with a suspicious face. The feel of cold iron. This prison has no entrance. There are no bars in the grate, and nothing in the back wall. I don't know how I got here, but it's a ridiculous world like this, and there's no entrance to the jail, so I'm not surprised anymore.

"... away."

Angelin said so and placed her hand on the handle of the sword. Benjamin moves away from the grate in a hurry and sticks to the wall. Angelin took a deep breath and sat down.

"--Huh!"

Swing the sword with the momentum pulled out of the sheath I thought that the sharp sound of the collision of the metal resounded several times, and the grate was cut and rolled to the ground. Benjamin opened his eyes.

"Wow, great ..."

As he entered the prison through a vacant space, Angelin cut off the chain that tethered Benjamin. Benjamin picked up the broken chain to make sure it was really broken and spilled tears.

"It's a dream ... I guess it's a dream ... no way, such a day is coming"

He tried to get up, but his feet were wandering, he lost his balance and hit his knees. Angelin grabbed his arm and let him stand, lending his shoulders.

"Is it okay ...?" "I'm sorry ... you're really a benefactor ... but cutting a steel grate ..." "Because it's an S-rank adventurer"

Angelin said that and showed the plate to Benjamin.

"Huh, it's genuine ... yes, reasonable ... can you give me a name if you like?" "... Angelin" "Angelin ... good name. Thank you very much."

It's good to take the wandering Benjamin out of prison, but I'm wondering what to do. Either way, you have to get out of this strange space. However, the discovery of the real Benjamin made it clear that the Benjamin I had met was a fake. If this real Benjamin is a fake created by this space, you can't help but don't worry about it. There is no end if you doubt.

For the moment Benjamin sat by the wall. Benjamin seemed to be completely suffocated with a little walking.

"... I wish I had water or something." "No, I don't want to ask that much .... huh ..." "When have you been here? Who is that fake Prince? What is it? "

Benjamin seemed painful, but he also wanted to talk, so he talked to Angelin on the fly. A few years ago, Benjamin went out to play with his surrounding girls and was hit by a carriage accident. When I noticed it, I was pushed into prison. Perhaps it was replaced by a fake in the accident. It was initially a prison in another location, but was later relocated to this location, where it was kept locked in, with enough water and food to die. Apparently, neither the identity of the impostor nor the identity of the enemy was known.

Occasionally, he seemed to be lonely and crazy, with no other than the impostor and his friends appearing here. So when Angelin appeared, he thought that he was finally able to see hallucinations.

"But joy was won in no time ..." "... It was an idiot as rumored." "No words to return ... I was stuck in my stupidity. What are you doing on your behalf? Are you doing whatever you want? "

Benjamin bowed down with a desperate face.

"Ha, ha ... what is it? I'm gonna ..." "But maybe it's ostensible. I'm planning something bad on the back. I'm doing human experiments on the Demon King." … No, maybe it ’s true …… because some of the demons were also caught and put in the previous jail… ”

Angelin grabbed Benjamin's shoulder and looked straight into his face.

"Hey, I'll help you. So promise. If you beat the impostor and return to the prince, you'll be a good person who doesn't just play stupid things and thinks about everyone. Otherwise, I would 'Cause I can't help you with your chest.' '

Benjamin looked down a little, but soon opened and looked back at Angelin.

"... Okay, I'm a fool, but I'm not going to be a person who wouldn't undermine my benefactor's wish. I promise I'll do everything I can to do it."

Angelin nodded happily and stroked Benjamin's head. Benjamin moved itchingly. Long confinement seems to have inadvertently beaten the roots of the prodigal Crown Prince.

Anyway, you have to get out of here for that. But I can't think of a way. Angelin wanted to have a Bergryph, but shook her head. He slaps his cheeks with his palms, saying he will not be happy if he does not rely on him.

"... I ask, but do you know how to get out of here?" "I wish I knew it."

Benjamin sighed down. Well, that was what I expected. Angelin nodded without disappointment, and looked around again. The red and white checkered ground is still the same. The refreshing smell of parsley forest also drifts in a gentle breeze. Looking up, the white brick wall with the prison seemed to extend forever. Above it, you can see that there are prisons of similar grate at equal intervals, but not to the inside. There may be something inside, but the skill of climbing a flat wall with no pits or protrusions was not even possessed by Angelin, a true stone.

"... Let's just look a little closer. You wait here." "No, no, wait a minute. It's hard to leave .... I can walk alone."

With that said, Benjamin staggered his feet while swaying. Angelin scratched her head in trouble.

"Is it really OK? Don't overdo it ..." "I'm afraid of being left behind ... The prison was also going to protect itself."

Indeed, he couldn't get out of prison, but he didn't come in. Leaving it has gained freedom, but it is also dangerous. After thinking for a while, Angelin took out the knife hidden in the belt and handed it to Benjamin.

"I don't think there's anything ... but in the case of an emergency, protect yourself with this."

Benjamin sighed, holding a knife with a nervous look. Angelin scratched the ground with a sword and marked it, then slowly walked out. Walk along the wall for now. Angelin thought that the walls were slightly curved inward, perhaps in a circle.

On the other side of the wall is a forest of blue parsley. Behind it is probably the sea. Perhaps the parsley forest surrounds this wall, and the sea extends around it. It's like a solitary island. What I thought was a cape was an omurice, and it could be a whole island.

I walked around thinking there was something to do, but I couldn't find anything. The same landscape continues. I didn't feel the flow of magic much, and I didn't see anything interfering. Angelin sighed that this was more challenging than in the past.

After walking for a while, I stopped for a while, considering Benjamin's physical strength. Sit down and lean against the wall.

"... Hey, the only impostor who came here besides you?" "No, sometimes there was a man in a white robe. I don't know who he was ..."

I remembered a white robe chasing Satie in that hallway.

"Is it Schweiz ..." "Schweiz ...? No way," is it a fire of calamity? "" Do you know? "" Well, it's a magician whose name appears in the history of the empire. But ... Is that guy involved? "

Benjamin looked down with a hopeless face. Angelin sighs.

"It doesn't matter who you are ... they are transfer magic?" "I don't know about that ..."

Angelin sharpened his mouth, saying it was useless. Well, if you think you've been locked up for a long time, you can't help but think that it may be worthwhile a little more.

"... If you beat the impostor, study a lot." "U, um. I'll do my best ..."

The sun gradually fell. The grinning sun is setting over the parsley forest. Angelin narrowed her eyes and tilted her neck.

"There's day and night." "Oh, no. If you think it's always daytime, you'll be terrified ..."

If you stay in jail without any change, you may be really crazy if you do not even day and night. Angelin revisited Benjamin a bit, thinking that he held up well.

I wanted to be nervous, but I didn't start, so I felt hesitant to move in vain. However, being at night also means that the environment is different from before. When the sun falls, this world may look different. According to Benjamin, there is nothing unusual between day and night, but I am not convinced that I do not check it myself.

The sun has completely set, and a crescent moon with a laughing profile has risen. It's the sun before, and it's an annoying face. But the light was strong and bright enough to walk in the dark without any problems. Benjamin quietly opened his mouth.

"Well, Angelin. Speaking of why you're here, why did you get a secret request from the guild, and how to help me?" "No ... your impostor is Dad's old friend. "I was trying to help it."

Benjamin smiled a bit lonely. Angelin shrugged when she saw it.

"But I'm glad I was alive. It's okay to beat the impostor because you are there."

Apparently something entangled in his throat, Benjamin choked. Angelin immediately stops by and rubs her back.

"I don't have to talk forcibly ..." "I'm sorry, but I'm glad I can talk to someone."

Angelin snorted and laughed, stroking Benjamin's head. Benjamin scratched his cheeks in a troubled way.

"You are a weird child, absolutely"

The brick walls with jails were covered by huge shadows. The stars are not visible in the sky, though not necessarily because of the moonlight. I feel like the moon's profile is looking at me with a smile.

No, wait a minute. Speaking of which, I think I've walked a considerable distance along the wall, but I'm not back where Angelin had scratched. Isn't it round though it keeps bending? And on the sea side, opposite the wall, is the sun, and now the moon. Are they following Angelin or another magical factor?

In any case, the things that have some change in this space are the sun and the moon, and fish. Angelin stood up, saying that if you knock them down, something might change. Benjamin looks up at Angelin anxiously.

"What do you want to do?" "That month is suspicious. Go over there."

Angelin tried to fix his waist sword and start walking. It's a faint sound. It's like hitting a bar with a stone or something.

"Can you hear me?" "Huh? Someone is hitting the bar."

Benjamin also listens and looks suspicious. Is there anyone else?

"What have you heard so far?" "No, not for the first time ..." "... Let's go"

The moon is behind. Angelin stepped toward the person who could hear the sound. It is the original direction. At this point no one was inside. Then, is it one of the prisons visible above? As Angelin squinted and walked, one of the upper jails was noisy. The grate was slammed endlessly, and the shrill sound shook the moonlight in the dark night.

You don't know if you're inside or enemy. Angeline was silent and looking up at it, and then the sound stopped. Angelin peeled her eyes as she slid over the grate and saw the shadow fall. Silver hair glows in the moonlight.

"Sati!"

As Angeline shouted, Satie in the prison looked at Angeline astonished.

"A, Angelin, chan? Why ..." "I'll talk later! I'll give it out soon ...!"

However, the prison is quite high. Just when you have no foothold to jump up. As she wondered what Angelin was doing, Satie reached out through a gap in the grate.

"Do you have a sword? Lend me!"

Angelin grabbed his sword with his sheath and threw it out. The sword flew straight and fell into Sati's hands. Then I thought I could hear the sound of iron touching, and a sharp grate came down.

"I couldn't do it unless it was real ... thank you!"

Saty, who came out, released his sword and came over. Angelin received it and returned to her hips, spreading her arms out. Benjamin makes his eyes black and white.

"What are you going to do?" "Jump! I'll take it!"

Sati stepped as if panicked.

"No, no, it's impossible! Get away from it somehow ..."

Sati seemed hesitant, but eventually bowed and threw himself into the air. Angelin stomps on both feet and looks into Satie. Thinking that it was getting closer, Sati jumped into Angelin's chest. The body was surprised by the sudden weight, but Angelin took it with all his might. He did not fall, nor did he miss it. The warm and soft body jumped in, but rather relieved.

"... Sati, are you okay?"

Satie kept her silence, holding her hand around Angeline's back. I heard a smooth nose. Angelin gently holds her back. Looking closer, Satie was tattered. It is full of wounds and the smell of blood drifts slightly. The beautiful silver hair is also disturbed. However, it smelled warmer, stranger and nostalgic. Satie whispered.

"Thank you ... many times ..." "Haru and Maru ...?" "... to Schweiz"

Angelin frowned. That sepia-colored space was finally attacked by the enemy. Angelin took a big breath and looked straight into Sati's eyes. Emerald eyes reflecting the moonlight seemed to reflect myself.

"... I won't escape anymore. Let's go to help Haru and Maru. I'll beat the fake prince and Schweiz and see my dads ..." "Oh, I understand ... I've already thought. Let's go to

Sati smiled at Angeline's face.

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Although the rain seemed to have weakened a bit, it still drenched mercilessly and wet the body. Salazar's lab is behind a complicated road. The underground passages and the additional buildings make the ground piled up. So when I entered such a place, it stopped raining, but it was dark because the sun was falling, and I seemed to get lost if I was not careful.

Anessa and Miriam remembered the path, worried about getting lost in an unfamiliar land. Probably a skill cultivated as a high rank adventurer. Marguerite, who was still a young adventurer and was an elf and was unfamiliar with the rest of the world, didn't seem to know anything. Miriam's step ahead was light.

"I'm glad, Anger is safe." "Yeah, but I'm still not relieved. I haven't solved it yet." "N-Bell. Why did Casim know that Anger was safe?" Salazar was probably the only one who knew he was caught by the prison? I guess there is a way to know by space-time magic. "" Oh, that's right. That's right. Hmm, but Salazar ... I'm suspicious. "

Marguerite said so and folded her hands behind her head. A different sound was heard when the cobblestone underground passage was hit with a prosthesis. After a while, there was a door full of magical characters and figures.

"Here, here." "It's a small hour ..."

When Anessa hit the door, it opened shortly afterwards and Kasim came out.

"Oh, you came. Enter early." "Kashim, what's going on?" "I need a lot of explanation. This is something. Has that made any progress? "That's so complicated."

Bergriff briefly spoke of the knights of the cathedral and the fact that he had already met François at Findale.

"I see ... well, I don't think he'll cooperate here. I don't know if Benjamin knows he's a fake ... well, that's after.

Invited by Qasim, he entered the room, and Bergliff was gutted. The chemical-smelling room was full of pale dim light, which flickers and flutters constantly. Then, on the magic circle in the middle of the room, someone had fallen into a large letter. Moreover, the figure has grown and shrunk, and the shape has not been settled at all. Miriam closed his eyes.

"Eh, eh, Salazar? What happened?" "Well, I'll explain step by step."

For the time being, everyone enters the room. Maitreya, who seemed to be in the corner of the room, came out and poked at Bergriff's feet.

"Slow. What were you doing?" "I'm sorry. I'm still in a hurry." "What happened? Did Salazar die?"

Marguerite said. Kasim shrugs.

"That's not it. It's because of Anger, this guy." "What? What?" Said Anessa. "They are impatient, but they're just step by step. Well no. Salazar and Schweiz were guru." "Huh?"

Involuntarily everyone had their eyes rounded. Maitreya said with an interesting face.

"Precisely, they used each other. The other space used by Schweiz and Benjamin was created by the" Snake's Eye. "Schweitz used it to advance his plan, I was observing the events that caused it. "" But it's no use blaming him. As I said before, Salazar has no distinction between good and evil and no conscience. Why did he build a separate space for the observation of the event flow where he says? It was also the one who created the aerial dungeon when Anger was dropped. "

Bergligh folded his arms as if that was the case. Then it is convinced that Salazar quickly saw that Angelin was dropped into space and time. Miriam looked at Salazar with a mysterious face, constantly changing.

"I knew that ... but why?"

Kassim laughs and wears a mountain hat again.

`` It's a masterpiece, Anger breaks through the space-time prison and damages the space, so it seems that it is returning to the operator in this way, hehe, he is terrible "Oh," "Salazar's space magic is unique. He keeps the phenomenal magical power and the space he created connected together, so he has great stability, but if he breaks out this way, the surgeon will not be stable either." "I see ... well, I knew it in this short time." "I can afford this" spelled black "Maitreya. I can praise it more." "I know it, but what should I do now? Salazar "

When Marguerite said that, Salazar jumped up with a strange voice. It is a figure of a young man. She is laughing loudly while shaking. Kassim put on his hat again.

"I got up just right. Hey," Snake's eyes ", hold on tight." "Ugh! Hahahaha! This is fun! Great!" Crashing the canopy! "The flow of events is gathering! "Uruse, I'm tired of your story. I'm sorry for the oils." "Kashim. If Salazar is making another space, can I get in from here?" "As soon as we talk about the bell, no. Well, he seems to be in charge of space and time, but he doesn't seem to be able to interfere. It seems that Schweiz and Benjamin have the authority in that area." Yeah, "said Marguerite, angry. "That's where he comes in. What is Maitreya?"

Maitreya shook his body as if he was surprised. Anessa tilts her head.

"What's wrong with that child ... Oh, how about the transfer magic?" "That's right! I've heard that" spelled black "is also a good skill."

Maitreya shook his expression in response to Miriam's words, but shook his head.

"But not so much ... maybe you'll find Schweiz ..." "What are you talking about now? If you come this far, it's the same whether you find it or not."

Maitreya was sharp. The big sword on Bergriff's back shouted like angry. Maitreya screamed small and hid behind Kasim.

"Oh, don't succumb if threatened." "What can I do to strengthen my sword opponent ... I'm sorry, I'm asking. Oila, I'm gonna put your magic at a glance."

Maitreya, as he imagined, took a breath and looked at Bergriff.

"... Would you protect me?" "Oh, that's the promise ... I ask, Maitreya."

Bergryf bowed with that said. Maitreya tied her mouth and pulled Kasim's clothes.

"First, identify the coordinates of the space. Help me."

One eyeglasses Salazar, who had been laughing up a while ago, was quiet. Salazar, an old man, glanced at Bergriff from behind.

"... this is ... uh ... yeah ... you" "What's wrong with Bell?"

Salazar suddenly turned into a young woman and stroked her chin.

"This flow doesn't end here ... it's a turning point. Well, yeah, I understand." "Hey, I'll specify the coordinates." "It's good or not. Today is a good day."

Salazar cooperated smoothly. Also, Kassim, who was prepared for troublesome exchanges, was more than happy.

Wizards are gathering together to build a technique by spelling their magic. A number of translucent magic circles emerge and disappear in the air, and the hair and hem of the clothes are shaking without the wind.

Marguerite standing next to her gently listened.

"Well, what do you do when you get in that space? Just help Angers?" "... I can't say anything yet, but I feel like just not helping Angers. I think. "

Event flow. The non-witch Bergliff doesn't know what it is, but it does seem to be swept away by some great power. We do not yet know what is waiting where the flow ends. But the end of this journey is near. I feel like that for some reason.

It is not clear to Bergglyph if this is the best way. I regretted my lack of power that I could have done more. But now I have no time to regret. Sometimes you have to keep going.

The big sword on his back grew small. In the same way, he meets those who are riding the stream. Such feelings swelled in Bergriff's chest.