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

People bend back and forth on the plowed soil. Spring sowing of wheat. Despite being somewhat inferior to autumn wheat, harvested in early fall, this wheat is an important crop essential for overwintering. Drop the grain of barley on the bar made of sticks. If you drop from a high place, it will be scattered. So everyone walks with their hips bent. The staple food is co-worked by villagers. Berglyphs are also helping out in the various fields, and it's wheat sowing today.

The devastated western fields, which had been destroyed by the forest attack last year, have been re-tillaged, causing lush wheat leaves to shake. Half of it is the site for spring wheat, which is sowing today from morning. In the distance you can hear the donkeys singing. Bergryf stretched his bent waist after the wheat was gone. With your center of gravity on your left foot, your upper body warps backwards. The spine felt a loose sound.

"... huh"

He took his breath and grabbed another grain of wheat from his waist bag. When I was doing field work like this, I felt that I had returned to Tornera, especially.

It's been a week since Angelin returned to Orphen. After passing through the noise, mysterious feeling of loneliness faded, and my heart was gradually returning to everyday life. But what really matters is the existence of their peers. Once a thorn, they now live under the same roof and eat from the same pot. Considering the long living alone since sending Angelin to the city, I felt strange every time that something was quite different.

Looking across, Percival, carrying a basket, was walking with his twins hanging on his arms. He holds his children together and holds five, and he is calm. You can also walk with two people hanging on each arm. So the children are amused and grabbed by Percival and hung around, or jumped on their shoulders and flirted. Percival was able to swirl around with those children, and throw it into the air and catch it again.

Unlike Graham, who is rather silent and does not play swinging or throwing, Percival is relatively rough. However, it seems that children can be a little rougher in some cases more fun, especially boys who have recently been playing with Percival. Of course, now children are being driven out of the field.

Berglyf laughed at that Percy.

"Bell, what are you laughing?"

Burns, working nearby, tilted his head saying so.

"No, I don't think Percy is completely an uncle." "Yes, we only know that Percy ...."

Rita said that and laughed small. Berggriff also laughs.

"That's the same as before. It's the same age as me ... but he feels more like a big brother than a father." "Sure. Percy is like a big brother. "Because Mr. Bell has Angers," "Now there are mito, and there are also hal and maru ... I could even have a bride."

Burns grinned. Berggriff twisted his beard while smiling. The villagers of Tornella, both young and old, chill the Bergliff. I know that it comes from friendship, so I don't think Berglyph dislikes it, but it's still shy. After a chat, I stopped for a while, but returned to work.

Graham and Qasim go fishing with smaller children. Satie seems to be taking care of the fields in his house. I lived quietly while working and after returning home, thinking about Angelin, but now I just miss it. But I don't feel bad. I just think I'm just new to these changes.

By the time the sun reached the zenith, his quota had settled down and Bergliff returned home. Charlotte wearing a straw hat in the garden peeled the potato skin.

"Oh, come home, Dad" "I'm Shal right now"

Berglyph looked around, drawing water from the well and washing his hands.

"Are you alone?" "Mother is in the back field. Bakku is also with me." "

Charlotte grinned with that. The luxury of lunch is determined by their fishing results. Bergliff smiled and stroked Charlotte from the top of his hat and entered the house.

Inside the empty house was open. It seemed to see the dust shining in the sunlight shining through the window, but it seemed to have contributed to the dimness. The house may be too large to be alone.

Suddenly, a small roar was heard. He looked down and saw Graham's great sword leaning against the wall groaning with dissatisfaction.

"... Are you free?"

As Bergryph said, the sword nodded, nodding. Then I shut up. Although this holy sword was very effective on this trip, it may have been a little unfaithful because it has almost no turn since returning to Tornella. However, if there are no demons or bandits, it is reasonable that swords do not come into play.

It seems that Graham's original journey to build a dungeon has been canceled, and he doesn't like it anymore. If he had gone on a journey, this great sword would have had a chance to rampage.

"If you can make a dungeon, you'll have a lot to play."

He told him to comfort him, but his sword remained silent.

Bergryph shrugged, checked the fire in the fireplace, added firewood for cooking and watered the pot. Charlotte comes in with the peeled potatoes around the time the fine bubbles come out of the pot skin. Beak came from behind. It has a basket full of rape buds.

"Oh, did you get that much?"

It seems that the green leaves buried under the snow during the winter are now standing all together. Before blossoms open, they can be eaten tasty when boiled or fried. Good with a bit of bitterness. Sati came in a little later and his eyes closed.

"Oh, did you come back, Bell?" "Because it ended early. Potatoes and fish in the daytime?" That's why fishing isn't always good. "" Well ... well, I don't have a lunch box and I'll be back. "

Herbs Fish may be fried and fried potatoes and rapes in the remaining oil. Then put the onion and herbs ... or maybe shake salt and put plenty on it and steam it with a steamer. Or maybe chop it into a soup. Bergliff thought the daytime menu, setting up the fire. I've been leaving the food to Sati recently, so it's somewhat fun to think about cooking myself this way. There is contention not only for myself but also to let someone eat.

Anyway, while boiling the potatoes, Casim and Graham came back with the mito.

"Now," "Welcome home. Would you like to catch it?" "It's OK."

One is big and four are medium. Ella and offal were already removed.

"Let's steam with the herbs and fry the others," said "Good, then rape and onions," and "I help you," Mito said. "Well, then help Shar." "Mito, here. Crush the potatoes and mix with the goat milk."

Boiled potatoes are mixed with salt, goat milk and melted butter and crushed to make it smooth. Not only in Tornella, it is a dish often made in the empire. However, milk is often cow. The two move their hands side by side. Unexpectedly, Mito seemed a little taller. Percival came home with his twins when the fish were steamed, fried, and smelled fragrant. The twins jumped from Percival's shoulders and bited in front of the fire.

"It's fish," "fish, plow," "oil splashes. Come ..."

Graham raised the twins. The twins fluttered to resist, but when they were taken away and opened the book, they were already mature. The book brought by the peddler at the last spring festival seems to be a recent favorite. It doesn't seem clear yet, but looking at Hal and Maru, who are shining at Graham's storytelling, reminds me that he did so and read Angelin's book. In this way, I learned letters and words little by little, and gradually started reading by myself.

The food is ready, and a lively luncheon has begun around the dining table. Despite the decrease in the number of people, it is still lively.

"I was just a girl until now, but now my father's face is more prominent. That's a huge drop.

Kassim said, wiping a piece of potato on his beard. Percival laughs.

"Because I'm back at once. Have the Angers already arrived at Orphen?" "What?

After all, the lord and his sister were together. If you meet Sasha, of course you'll want to talk, and if you get an invitation, you can stop. Angelin, who wants to return to Tornella as soon as possible, would be a leisurely visit to Orphen.

We finished our meals while chatting in various ways, and finished cleaning up. Charlotte and Mito went out to play with their twins, and Bjak was dragged by him. Graham said that the adults remained and were each relaxing on a meal break.

"I'd like a little consultation."

Berggriff, who was putting tea leaves in a tea pot, looked back.

"What is it?" "It's Mito" "Mito? What are you thinking?"

Percival said. Graham stroked his chin.

"I didn't say that the dungeon story was originally intended to efficiently consume Mito's magic." "Oh," "Actually, without Tornella, I already had Bordeaux with Mito. "Then, there's a lot of magic that has moved to the magic stone." "So what, then, do you do something instead of a dungeon to consume that magic?"

Graham consented to Casim's question.

"Um, because the magic power of the magic ball is also quite accumulated .... Simply releasing the magic power distorts the surrounding environment and makes it a dungeon, but if you assemble the technique well and pay close attention, The magical power should turn into a monster. If you can defeat it, "Is it going to disappear with the magical power? Well, the story can be fast ... but then do you need to create a dungeon?" Summoning is dangerous, as it does not identify the type of beast, and if the technique or method is incorrect, the magic ball can be destroyed. "

Then, Bergliff grinned, saying that he had to go down to the "Navel of the Earth" to defeat A Bao A Khu. I don't seem to be able to travel that much anymore. Percival folded his arms and swam as he thought.

"Well ... no matter what the beast comes, if you are with me, it's unlikely that there will be anything. There's also Kassim." "Yes. So this time I talked about trying to take this method. It's not absolutely possible, as in the former forest raids, there could be some sacrifice if pushed by numbers, so it's a failure if you can finally defeat it, so I don't want to overuse it. " "Hmm, it would have been nice if the Angers hadn't left before. If they had the same number, it would have been easier to deal with the number."

As Casim said, Graham looked down.

"I'm sorry ... I was just convinced that the dungeon story was going to be quick and didn't come up with any other measures. It's my fault."

The big sword leaning against the wall groaned. Somehow seems to be angry. Graham frowned uneasy. Percival laughed.

"I'm going to smash any demon beast if I'm alone. It's a holy sword. You don't seem to like the bearish, Graham."

Bergliff saw the sword and Percival alternately.

"Oh ... Percy, can you hear that sword's voice?" "Ah, bell, can't you hear? You've been using him all the time?"

Bergliff scratched his head.

"I don't think I've heard it properly. I heard you could hear Angers ... I see, can you?"

After all, can the voice of this sword be heard by someone with a certain skill, a so-called genius? Percival shrugged after seeing the slightly sinking Bergliff.

"... Well, it's okay, but what do you do? You go to a place where there is no danger in the village and you call the demon there?" "Yes. Percival, you With me, ask for the response of the monster that appeared, Kassim, I would like to ask you to help release the magic at the scene. "Hey, it's been a long time," "I'm just sick of the body. It's just right." "I think it's better to surround it with a barrier first. But it's a little less scattered around. ''

Satie said. Graham nods.

"Yes ... I have to make some preparations." "I'm going to get a little busy. Bell, what do you do?" "If you're a monster opponent of rank S, there's no curtain for me. That sword is Graham. "I'm glad I'm angry." "I'm so nervous. And don't you want to see it even if you don't fight?" It's a scene that seems to be a pleasure to hit. "" Well, I want to participate too. "

Satie said enviously. Percival snorts.

"You can't lose to the" executive. "Don't be quiet with your beloved husband." "Yes, there are children."

Kassim also laughed after tuned in. Sati frowned frowningly, but suddenly smiled with a fearless smile and waved his hand. Immediately, Percival's smile was frozen, and only his eyes fell on his neck. There is a sign of a blade being pressed against the neck, and both Bergryph and Kasim open their eyes with surprise. Satie smiled and lowered her hand. The sword is gone. Percival stroked his neck with his hand.

"... you" "I'm afraid that you, the Imperial City, have forgotten that my power was restricted by the contract with the Old God. Would you like to make it again if you want?"

Percival burst out laughing.

"I got this one! You hiding my nails wonderfully, Sati. I'm still happy that the fighting partner is still alive."

Satie snorted.

"If you discipline, you shouldn't get on the beat, Percy." "Hahama, but you're hitting decently-you're losing." "I won't lose." "Hey, are you afraid?" "I'm not afraid. You're cheeky. Kasim isn't." "If you can only win by surprise, you can't do it." "I'm weaker!" "What ?!"

I laughed as I was so tight. When I looked down, Graham was unusual for him, laughing with his face loose. The four of them shook their eyes as if they suddenly became ashamed. Graham said kindly without breaking his smile.

"It's a good companion ... you can see his youthfulness."

Bergliff twisted his beard in trouble. When Graham said so, it seemed to be somewhat shy.

"It's not the same. Selling words are buying words ..."

Satie shouted and said so. Percival violently scratched his head and turned his heels.

"Yeah, let's go. I'm going to get rid of the monster soon." "Where are you going?"

I said so and left the house. Kassim laughs at me.

"You ran away"

Bergliff shrugged.

"That kind of place hasn't changed for a long time."

Satie swells her cheeks. Graham is laughing.

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When Angelin entered the bar, regular face-to-face friends looked astonished and then raised a noble cup.

"I'm back!" "It's been a long time, dude!" "What kind of journey was it, tell me a story!"

In response to the shouting hospitality, Angelin fluttered and responded "later," and took the counter seat. As usual, the unfriendly master said, wiping the glass.

"I'm fine" "Yeah" "I'm alone" "I'll come later ... I'll meet here" "Isn't my father together?" "Dad is Tornella ... I went home and was fun."

Angelin struck her arms at the counter and supported her loose face with her hand. Order sauteed duck and chilled wine. When I came to the dimly lit bar with various smells, I felt calm down. The city of Olfen is already a living place for Angelin. It is different from Tornella, but there is a sense of security as if you came back to your daily life.

After going to Bordeaux, I stayed at the Bordeaux family overnight, and worked with Sasha for a long time. Talking about the Tornella dungeon, Sasha was so excited that he flew a horse the next morning in the opposite direction to the angels, and had to go to congratulations.

After just another week, I finally returned to Orphen. There was no snow here, and it was full of spring warm weather and travelers and peddlers who had begun to come and go. For the time being, they returned to their homes, rested their bodies lightly, went to the baths, prepared themselves, and settled into the usual bar at night. I came here, but Angelin seemed to be the first.

While watching the duck meat bake while splashing fat, Angelin thought of a long journey up to this homecoming. It was a series of adventures, but there was no loneliness or anxiety, as the Bergliff was always nearby. No, in fact, there was anxiety, but the fact that there was someone who could quickly pass away did not make it feel like a burden. I was also happy to meet Percival and my mother, Satie. The father and his friends who were happy to meet again were as happy as themselves.

Calm days. Old story of father and old friends. And the spring festival wedding ... My cheeks are loosened just by remembering.

When I was licking wine and dim, there was a sign that someone would sit in the next seat.

"Did you order already?"

Anessa looked into her face. Angelin nods.

"Usually ..." "I love you duck."

Marguerite laughed and ordered spirits. Miriam puts a chin on the counter while shrinking greatly.

"I'm tired. I feel like I'm lost when I get home." "Because I've been on a long trip. When will I return to work?" "Hmm ... I haven't decided yet. "Oh, I'm, I guess I'm going to jump to a higher rank at a stretch if I say the results in" Earth Navel "?"

Marguerite said with excitement. He turned his eyes up just as Anessa thinks.

"Well, I don't think Marie is a lower rank ..." "Well, it's not a bad story for a guild to have a higher rank." You can have a party with three people. "

Marguerite hit the counter a little bit. Angelin shook the wine inside with a cup.

"That's right ... Marie has gained experience, and I don't think my dad or grandpa will oppose it." "Well, I'm looking forward to it." I guess they'll welcome you.

Angelin nodded. When Marguerite comes forward together, I can move more easily. In other words, thinking like Belgriff and Percival, no, according to the old stories of the Belgriffs, would the two vanguards be Satie and Percival? And tilted his head.

"It's natural that the wizard, Mily, is Cassim ..." "Eh, me? Kassim, what?"

Ignoring Miriam's tilt, Angelin frowned and looked at Anessa. Anessa closed her eyes.

"Hey? What?" "... Arne, be a swordsman tomorrow. I'll teach you." "Huh?" "And Marie and the vanguard. I'm observing behind me. "What are you saying, you?" "Because otherwise I wouldn't be in my dad's frame ..." "Dad's frame ..." "Are you giving instructions like Anger like Bell?" I can't do Bell's role in Angers. ''

Marguerite leaning on the third cup of spirits laughed happily. Angelin inflates the cheeks.

"It's not impossible ... I'm my father's daughter." "Kashim told me that she was too different ..." "Mm ..."

Angeline sullenly drank the wine and pushed it towards the Master. He silently urged him to replace him and poured the wine silently. Miriam laughs and pokes on Angeline's shoulder.

"You don't have to do that. Angers is Angers." "Yes. I'm not confused because I'm not used to it." "... I won't give up."

Angelin looked down, leaning over the drip of damp meat. Marguerite, who had dried distilled spirits, said as if to remember.

"That's right, it was like you weren't spoiling the bell with Tornella, but what happened?"

Angelin leaned back and thought, "I didn't mean that. That's how I feel. Perhaps some aspects of Saty and Berggriff were a bit hesitant, but the fact that he was with him before he returned home seems to have reduced his father's longing for him.

"... Surely my dad was able to supply enough." "What's that?" "But it's going to be scarce in the fall. So I'm going home. I'm going to pick rock lingonberries. Fufufu "

Yes, it's fun. Fully picked sweet and sour rock bilberries in a basket…. I wonder if my mother will do it too. Looking at Angelin's grin, the three looked up and smiled brilliantly.

"Wow, here?" "I'm hungry.

Yakumo and Lucile came and the place became even more cheerful. They seem to make money at Orphen for a while. The patrons and adventurers who are getting drunk are numb and come to tell us about their journey. If alcohol comes in, your mouth will be lighter.

The night is still long. It's not a bad story to immerse yourself in memories while talking. Angelin ordered another glass of wine.