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

The sky was blue to escape. Even if I move my face around, I can't find any small clouds. The sky itself, as well as the ridgeline of the mountain that supported it from below, seemed to be something artificial because of the so blue. Seven-year-old Angeline was sitting down in the back of the Bergryf in the first place.

"Dad, it's alright. Alright ..." "Hmm?

Bergliff gently broke his knees and lowered Angelin from his back. The feeling of my feet was a bit jerky because I had been piggybacked all the time. But kicking the air several times made it go away.

"Are you okay?"

Bergliff bends down and gently places his hand on Angeline's forehead. The eyes are a bit hot and moist, but the forehead is not hot. The steps are solid.

Wakakusa was swaying in the wind. Sheep in the village are released and eat grass, but they don't seem to be running low. There are blue rocks all over the grass, shining back in the sunlight. Angelin seized Bergriff's hand. The palm of my father who kept holding the sword and the hoe was enormous. Angelin liked this hand. I was happy to hold my hands and stroke my head.

Angelin had fallen asleep since yesterday, but this morning the fever subsided and she wanted to take in the outside air. Angelin stepped firmly on both feet, spreading her arms and taking a big breath. The spring air, which was too early for summer, seemed to wash away the bad stuff in her chest.

The hair, which had been stretched without cutting during the winter, patted the neck softly. Angelin sat on the grass, clashing her back and looking up at the sky. It looked blue and endless, and seemed to have a blue film somewhere.

"What do you see?"

Bergliff, sitting next to her, asked her kindness. Angelin leaned on his father and blinked his eyes.

"Where is the sky, where is the sky ...?"

Berglyf also looked in the air and stroked his beard as he thought.

"Is the place where Dad and Anger are now empty?" "I think it's different ..." "What if I climb a tree?" "It's also different." "It's ... yeah."

Berglyph picked up the stones on the ground and released them high. The stone drew a parabola and fell into the grass over there.

"Is the stone flying now in the sky?" "Maybe ..." "In other words ... if you're floating off the ground, is that empty?" "Hmm ... is that so?" "Fum"

Berggriff looked funny for a while, but when he lifted Angeline, he held it high with both hands.

"Huh?" "Then, Anger is now in the sky. I'm flying!"

With that said, Bergliff ran out. Angeline spreads her arms and legs and screams happily. However, the prosthesis seems to have stepped on the stone, and his right foot lost his balance. However, Bergriff was accustomed, holding Angelin on his belly and rolling passively from his back. Surprised, Angelin looked up and looked at Bergliff. Bergliff was looking down at the sky while lying on his back, but soon looked at Angelin and smiled with a shy smell.

"... had a big fall!"

Laughing at the same time as Angelin blew out, the father and daughter laughed loudly while lying on the ground. With such a loud voice, it feels like it is sucked into the sky rather than resounding.

Then, suddenly a high-pitched squeal was heard and Hibari soared into the sky from near. Angelin raised her upper body saying, "Oh!" However, Hibari became a black dot and disappeared. Angelin, who was following Hibari with his eyes, suddenly held his stomach with his hand as he remembered. The feeling of hunger, which I didn't feel when I fell asleep, grabbed the bottom of my belly.

"I'm hungry!" "Oh, yes. Let's go home."

When they got up, they held hands and returned to the village. The sky is blue so that it can escape.

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"Gee, don't stop! Don't pull!"

Children, especially boys, are chasing the fleeing Marguerite. The children are frolicking, pulling and tickling Marguerite's wool fur cardigan and waist belt. The angels laughed laughing at Marguerite, who couldn't be tough because he was a child and didn't know what to do.

"Mary, do your best ..." "Look, you'll be caught if you don't escape properly." "Don't think you're someone else!

Marguerite writhes as her flank tickles. Girls gathered around Angelin. The focus is on Miriam's cat ears.

"I'm glad my ears are my sister." "I'm too sick. I didn't know." "That's right.

Miriam bowed, saying so. The girls are shouting, "Oh," shouting for each other. A bit nasty girl snorted.

"But the cat's ears aren't weird?" "Weird? Why?" "Because it's a human face ..." "Huh, it's my own ear that's important to me. Can you move your ears? "

Miriam said and moved her cat ears. The girl rounded her eyes. It is tingling as if touched.

"U, I can't move it, but ..." "Fufu, do you want to touch me? Okay" "U ... Then, then ..."

So he touches his ears and dyes his cheeks with the good touch. Angelin and Anessa looked at the sight in a slightly emotional mood. In the old days, Miriam did not like to let children touch their ears, nor did they want to show them. I think I had an unusual fear of being said to be weird.

"... Milly has changed." "Yeah. It has changed to a better one ....".

Anessa, who was a long time sister, was happy that Miriam's change was without specification.

I was at a church orphanage. After returning to Orphen, he worked hard for a while, but took a break today. So I went to a church orphanage where I was out of tune, and spent some time helping the fields in early spring. Now I'm in the middle of relaxing my field work. Marguerite doesn't seem to have time to relax.

"Don't get too nervous! Look, Angers sisters brought me some sweets!"

Rosetta, a sister with a tray full of sweets, came in and told the children. The children then left Marguerite and flooded Rosetta.

"Oops! Don't panic! Thank you sisters!"

Rosetta was accustomed to protecting the tray by easily treating the reaching children. The children shouted, "Thank you, sister," to Angelin and others. Finally, the released Marguerite walks around, and looks at the Angelines with grudge.

"I abandoned it well." "Not enough training ..." "It's a path that anyone can go through."

Anessa said with a giggle. The energetic children are hungry for a playful one. Young adventurers are good playmates. After leaving the orphanage, Anessa and Miriam, and of course Angeline, were overwhelmed by the children. A child's bottomless wellness is something that even high-ranked adventurers can be comfortable with. Marguerite took a deep breath and looked at Rosetta, who respected the children, with respect.

"It's terrible ... they're more troublesome than high-ranked monsters." "I can't beat it ..."

Anessa said bitterly. Rosetta, who has finished giving out sweets to the children, has arrived.

"No, it's bad, Marie. You're tired, right?" "Well, Rosetta, it's terrible. How do you treat it like that?" "I'm used to it. And I like the kids. ''

Angelin thought that was probably the most important thing after all. Rosetta put on his monk's cap again.

"I'm fine with Bergliff and Shar? Are you still tired?" "Yeah, but Byakk-kun is also round ..." "Yes. Surprisingly, I'm good at housework unexpectedly." Yeah ... Mily, are you wearing a hat anymore? "

Rosetta said in a tone that I was always worried about.

"Thats right"

Miriam moved his ears. He took off his hat while he was walking around the town, taking it off as he was disturbing his field work. Anessa said in a happy tone.

"This guy, Tornella, was always taking off her hats. I just let the kids touch it." "Yes, it's true !? Wow, that was good ..." Both of them ... "

Miriam kneaded hands with Mojimoji. Rosetta looks happy. As she knows Miriam in the past, she may have various thoughts.

Angeline and his colleagues were excited about the memories of Tornella and the stories of the Berglyphs when they were at Orphen. When I talked, it felt like a long time ago. In other words, there were a lot of things. The story of Tornella's dungeon and the accompanying story of the guildmaster of Bergglyph, of course, surprised Rosetta, but she seemed somewhat convinced.

"Hey, don't you feel like Bergryf? ... but you can count on him."

Angeline is delighted because his father's reputation is growing as he thought. Rosetta giggled.

"Tornera is a good place. Wouldn't it be nice to be a wife of Bergliff on the invitation of Angers?" "Mm, um ... but she's already a mother ..." It's a joke.

Rosetta laughed and poked Angelin. Miriam grew.

"But it would be nice to go to Tornella without marriage." "I'm going back in the fall. I'm going with you ...?" "I want to go, but I'm important here, let alone the kids. "I don't think there's anything."

Marguerite said with his hands folded behind his head. Rosetta sharpened his mouth.

"What are you saying, you're stupid? I'm good. Isn't that like that? Isn't he younger than me?" "No, well" "I'm inferior to my dad …… ”

Angelin said, Rosetta shrugged as if she was stunned.

"Maybe that's right, but do you want Anger to be sweet to your lover like Bergryf? On the contrary, I think Anger is a type that pulls a man." "I guess ... yeah?" "No, why? Look at me. "

Anessa frowned as annoyed. Miriam flicked his feet with an interesting face.

"Isn't that the type of man you like? Ange is a bell-sitter, so she likes the type she wants to protect her lover on the contrary."

Asked Angeline, as Marguerite nodded.

"Yeah! You have to be stronger than yourself!" "It's a crazy hurdle ..."

Winning an S-rank adventurer is a difficult task.

"No, I don't know, that's what it is. You can see that a strong man is coming, but I think there are some guys who can tickle their motherhood."

Angeline throbbed. I wondered if I would be a mother. Then I gently put my hand on my chest.

"... Motherhood is not physical, Rosetta-san." "What's the story?"

Rosetta is nervous. The other three are giggling, but Angelin's expression is serious. As long as I am a woman, I can't deny that she will eventually become a mother. Being a daughter of Berggryph and Satie, there is a vague expectation that she will be a wonderful mother. I like children and I'm good at housework. However, she was impatient at the twin hills of her breasts, which did not increase at all. I don't just want to have sex appeal, but what if I have a baby. The baby grows up drinking milk. Angeline grew up in goat milk because she didn't have a mother, but I know that's because she saw a baby in the village getting her milk. Angelin thought that goat milk would be nice, but it would be nice to feel the warmth of his mother.

However, Angelin is worried that milk can be produced with such a petanco breast. I am afraid that if a baby sucks it, it will go over the plane and become depressed. I'm even worried that I can be satisfactorily milked at all. In short, Angelin thought that the big breasts were big with lots of milk.

Angelin muttered while stroking her chest.

"... I guess there are physical aspects too." "So what?"

Despite Angelin, who was convinced alone, Rosetta was still dying. In fact, there is no correlation between breast size and milk production, but Angelin never knew that.

I spent a leisurely time doing that and left the orphanage when the sun was tilting and the shadows became longer. While walking, Angelin grew greatly.

"Huh ... something sleepy" "It was a good day for a nap"

It was not hot or cold, good weather. It was still cold when the sun went down, but it was pleasant that the daylight was soft.

There is a market near the orphanage. It was just a crowded time, and many people were coming and going between the stalls. Anessa said she should go shopping for dinner.

"Angier, why don't you come for dinner?" "Hmm ... No, I feel like I want to go to bed early, so I'm going home." "Soka" "Sure, I'll always stay up late after eating." I'll buy and go home and go shopping ... "" There are so many shops today. Oh, that smells good from there! "" A little, Marie, don't go alone! You'll never get lost! "

Anessa chased after Marguerite, a lost child who sewed the crowd. Angeline and Miriam will follow fast. There are many people who pass each other. At a stall a short distance ago, Marguerite was watching the fried fish make a noise. Angelin wondered if he could buy it and went home.

Suddenly look up at the sky. The passing sky was shining. Angelin thought he was looking at the same sky at Tornella.

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The village was quiet. Even though there are many people, everyone is standing still. The person wearing the hat takes off and holds it in his hand, and is somehow a mysterious look. The Bergliffs were a little behind that group. Earlier, Father Maurice prayed for a funeral. Percival, standing next to her, seemed to be untidy and whispered softly to Bergliff.

"I'm not good at such places," said Kasim. "Please be patient"

Bergryf said small with a bitter smile. Percyval sighed with his arms folded and his weight-lifting feet upside down. Casim strokes his beard.

"But not bad" "Oh, not bad"

Percival nodded.

It was a funeral today. An old man in Tornella died. He was almost a year old, but he was lonely because he died, so the whole village had a quiet atmosphere. After praying at the church, he brought the casket with his body to the northern graveyard. Finally, the Father again prays for the safety of the soul and the blessing of the Lord, and fills the coffin.

Bergliff looked around the cemetery. There are many tombstones lined up in a sunny place facing south, but there are many tombs that no one has ever remembered. However, in Tornella, where the ancestors' spirits are cherished, the cemetery was frequently cleaned and always neat.

I have been here many times. Berggryph's parents are also sleeping here, cleaning the grave several times a year. Angeline came with me when I was little. I remembered my grandfather and grandma, whom I had never met, having a serious face and hands in hand.

After the priest's prayer was over, the coffin was put into the hole. Young people with scoops bury soil from above. I heard a close relative of the dead sobbing.

Eventually, the villagers had begun to return to the village. When it's over, everyone has a normal face as if they were relaxed. He did not die from an accident or illness, so he was lonely, but not likely to be sad.

Charlotte's eyes closed and grabbed the hem of Bergriff's clothing.

"... it's kind of strange. It's a funeral, but it's sad and I can't help." "If I died from illness or injury, I'm more sad, but my old man is quiet without illness or injury. "I guess he died."

Satie muttered with a bitter smile. Bergliff smiled and pounded Sati's shoulders.

On the way back to the village, nature and the Bergryphs of the same generation came together to talk about the dead old man. Kelly scratched her head.

"Don't you think he's finally called to heaven? Don't be lonely." "Well, I'm fine because I was fine until the end. I don't hate it. "

The village pharmacist Atra said. Bergliff strokes his beard.

"What was the end? What was the end?" "I went out, supported by my son, and sat down on a chair in the garden. I looked at the view from the garden for a while and drank a bite of apple wine. I said, "This is fine. I'm dead." I knew exactly when I was going to die. "She was that kind of person. I steal and drink apple liquor, I ate my fist bones too early for the kid, "I was angry even when I was a good age," "I was always scared and scary Jijii I was so angry that I was angry, but I loved Orc. "" I learned how to cultivate fields. From how to hold a hoe. " I was really good at how to use it. His ridge was beautiful. " The face was calm, I guess he died quickly. "" Well, it's okay to get together in the evening? "" Oh "" Okay, then again "

Arrive at the village and scatter around each house. In Tornella, funeral funerals often meet and drink, sending the spirits of the dead to the Lord God and their ancestors. Tornella's way is to make a remembrance of the deceased and make it cry and laugh. Of course, this does not apply to those who have died unexpectedly, such as accidents or illness, but it is a sadness and a celebration that a person who enjoyed a great life departs to the Lord God. It is.

The children are walking a few steps ahead of the adults, playing with each other. Graham was walking there. Percival laughed a little while walking alongside the Bergryph.

"It's a calm death. It might be unscrupulous, but it's good." "It may be difficult for adventurers." "Oh. If you die in bed, you're good, but usually you die outside. You suffer from injury or poison. "

Persival was in a rough state, having died through many shambles, and had faced many devastating deaths. From this point of view, it was very enviable to be able to die so calmly in this way, and it seemed that it wasn't a very real thing. Kasim and Satie are nodding to agree. Percival squinted as he looked at the sky.

"I've killed a lot of humans. I just wanted to say that they were only bad guys, but how was it now ... When I saw a fun fun ceremony like now, I remember those guys. I wonder if there was a friend who told me memories after he died, "I'm sorry. I think I've done something very bad." "... As an adventurer, there are things like that "Bell, have you ever cut humans?" "Oh, that's a long time ago."

Bergryf twisted his beard. In the past, when a fugitive who fled from around Bordeaux was rampaged in a village, it was killed without stopping. At that time, he was not yet accustomed to prosthetic limbs, so he had no choice but to kill him. Now I sometimes think that if I was so good at physics, I might have been killed without killing me.

The feeling of cutting the flesh and bone of the person who came down the sword felt different from that of the demon beast. In theory, you and your villagers would be in danger, but the fact that the person who was moving just before could not move with his own hands felt the terrible thing that the monster did not. Was. Above all, for a few moments from being cut down to dying, the light craving for life in the opponent's eyes has irritated Bergliff for a while.

"Ange also said that he had defeated bandits several times, but he felt sick to kill people." "That's normal. I'm too used to it. It's not good."

Percival breathed greatly.

"If I die, do I really have heaven? If so, I wonder if I'm eligible for me." "I don't know because I've never died."

According to Bergliff, Percival blew out.

"That's right. It's not like me." "But I understand that. When I was crazy, I didn't have time to look back. There are a lot of things I think will be now."

Satie said. Kassim laughed and nodded.

"That's what we're getting older, surely."

Maybe, Bergryf smiled. Until now, the walking path was longer, but now the path seen when turning around is longer. For children going ahead, the path to go is much longer.

Suddenly, I heard Maru say something to Bjaku before.

"Why did you mess up?" "I buried because I died." "What did you do?" "Die ... uh ..."

Haru pokes over Maru's shoulder before Baku, who is in trouble, answers.

"I'm with my mom. I'll sleep under the soil." "I see. But when will it happen? Moms haven't yet." "Everyone seemed to be OK." That's bad. "

Berggryph was nervous. They still don't know what death is. I think their mother is still asleep. Bergliff turned to Satie. Satie is also trying to say nothing. It is something I have to confide someday, but I have not been able to say it yet, being concerned about the happiness in front of me. Graham opened his mouth, instead of Bakku, who was talking.

"Death is a farewell in this world."

Too clear, the Berglyphs gasped. The twins tilted their heads curiously.

"Don't you?" "Isn't it afraid?" "You have caught fish." "Yeah" "I went to the river. The bells ... Dad and Sati would have cooked the old fish. The moving fish stuck. It was dead. The dead never moved. So bury them in the soil. "

The twins had uncertain faces, but seemed to open their eyes to the words that they would never move.

"Nidoto?" "Well ... can't I meet you all the time?" "Is your mom too? So you're groping?" "I can't meet Nido ...?"

Graham gently stroked his uneasy twins' heads.

"That's not the case. For example, let's say one squirrel has died. You know the squirrel?"

The twins nodded. When I went to the woods with Graham, I was excited to see a squirrel running on a tree.

"The body of the dead squirrel will unravel and return to the soil. The soil will grow the tree, the tree will eventually grow, and many squirrels will play on the branches to raise the child." "Yes, if the tree eventually rots, it becomes soil again, and if someone burns it as firewood, it becomes smoke and dances in the air. So, here and there, old-age squirrels … There are dead people. I can't see them, and I can't hear any voice. ”“ Mothers ...? ”“ Um. I ’m always there. I ’m always near you… so I wo n’t be sad. Perhaps they have broken up, but every life has changed shape and is always going around. ''

The twins held Graham's hand and looked around.

"Do you have a mother?" "Are you watching us?"

The twins rushed backward and embraced Satie.

"Sati, mom, you're here!"

Satie lifted her twins and hugged him. Tears spilled from tightly closed eyes.

"I'm sorry ... I'm a wimp ..." "What happened?"

The twins were surprised, stroking Sati's head and wiping the tears with his fingertips. Satie was silent for a moment, but eventually turned up and laughed with a crumpled face.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry ...

He re-embraced the twins and started walking. Charlotte, Mito, and Bjak, waiting to look in front of them, return heels as if relieved. Berggriff walked to Graham, who had stopped.

"Graham, I'm sorry. That's what we had to say ..." "You don't have to carry everything."

Graham loosened his mouth and patted on the back of Bergryf.

"Grandfather has a role of grandfather. Don't leave me alone." "... Thank you."

Graham turned his eyes and turned his heels off. Percival laughed.

"Every life goes around in a different form. It's good. That might be better than going to heaven." "Yes. Oiler is better."

Kassim laughed and put on his hat again.

Certainly life will go, as Graham says. The trees in the forest are surviving on many rotten trees. Even our bodies move by eating other lives. When you drink deer soup, the deer becomes part of yourself. If you eat potatoes, the potatoes become part of yourself.

Old life fosters new life and then disappears. But if you change shape and go around, there's no end there. The boundary between the living and the dead feels more vague than I thought. Bergliff looked at her palms. It is many dead who shape this body.

With that in mind, our lives may be just ties. Adults hone their skills, deepen what they need to take care of, and connect them to the next generation. From older generations to yourself. From myself to Angelin. From Angelin to even smaller children ... From a long history, it's just a blink. Still, what a lot of delicacies are packed in that blink.

Bergliff gently looked up. In the thick light of the afternoon, a clear blue sky glowed.