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

Endless hunger and thirst continued. No matter how much you kill, you will not be satisfied. Nevertheless, the instinct killed himself and kept whispering.

I didn't know how long it had been behind this darkness. I have forgotten when and why. It is annoying to move and crouches all day, but when the prey is approaching, it raises its nose, waits for a moment, and attacks where the stupid prey comes. That leaves a piece of meat, even a drop of blood, in the belly.

But he was not good at hunting. He didn't have the skills to hit and hit the key points. Nevertheless, the tough body was not able to pass the opponent's attack, and he was able to devour even if he struggled hard. There have been times when the opponent, who was not killed in a single blow, was relentlessly crying in pain. However, there was no emotion in my heart. I didn't know how many times I repeated that. But neither his stomach nor thirst was satisfied. Only loneliness was full in my heart.

This was dark. There was no wind, just the cold darkness was heavy. I didn't know how long since I killed it before, but I suddenly saw something. The thick boots made the sound of hitting the ground. I heard a good voice. Gently shrunk. Bend the forefoot and squeeze the hind limbs. Now you can kick the ground and head for prey with the sharpness of an arrow.

I can see. It was a young game. It seems like four people. The boy who is leading is talking about something, and he doesn't seem to notice this. Those two legs that come here are always weak.

I stepped on it. Jumped as usual. First I thought, one. However, another boy jumped out from behind, pushing away the first boy. The mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

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When Angelin lost a lot, Marguerite opened his mouth. Anessa blows out and laughs.

"It looks like you are competing for the size of your mouth."

Angelin made his mouth sullen and drank a sip of light water.

"It sounds like you're sleeping. Did you stay up late?"

Miriam said. Angelin nodded.

"I was writing a letter to my dad ... but I'm not good at writing, so I wrote it down and thought about it ..." "I guess I could write it after all," said Marguerite. "Still in the middle ..." "What's that?"

The companions leaned against the edge of the carriage with a frightened face. Angelin always wants to write a letter, but when it comes to writing, he always has to worry about how to summarize the words. So the letter to Bergriff was always simpler in the end. There are dozens of misspellings before it becomes simple.

The riding wagons rattled and rattled. The hood stretched over my head, and a slightly loose curtain fluttered. The plain paved road is often bumpy and rugged as carriages come and go. Every time the four wheels step on it, the swaying echoes from the inscription, and I can't sit down anymore. Angelin leaned out of the carriage and looked at the ground.

"Isn't it going to be fixed here ..." "I don't know. It's an ordinary village except for where she lives." "But there are quite a few wizards coming in and out.

As Miriam said, the passengers of the horse-drawn carriage gazed around. There seem to be many wizards. Soon the village came into view. It looks like a small, rural village, lined with huts covered with straw or wood bark. Among them, there was an unbalanced white building. There is a small wooden hermitage a little behind. That is Mary's house.

Angelin got off the riding wagon. Look around without any consideration. There were many farms made of stone and wood, but new shops were built around the stop. The village's main income comes from selling agricultural products to Orphen, but now it seems that there are enough people to set up shops. We went together and went to Hermitage of Maria. There was hanging around the house. Some are wizards, some are adventurers. He looked for something to gain from the sound of the "gray" Great Demon, but he knew he had been kicked out.

Angelin and others sewed between them and approached the house.

"Grandma"

When I called through the door, a grumpy voice returned, "Oh?"

"It's Angelin ... can I go in?"

There is no reply. Angelin opened the door with his consent. Then the dusty air overflowed. Marguerite makes his eyes black and white.

"Wow, great!" "Wow!

Miriam said and ran into the house. Then, as usual, she was still pulling this Maria. Maria was thrown out of the house, coughing.

"Geho, Geho! What's going on! It's not going to rampage, shit cats! Dust will dance!"

Marguerite looked into the hut with a look as if he was impressed, saying, "I hope you can store it well." It is dusty, but has the smell of herbs and balms. Laboratory equipment and thick books are dusty, curtains are drawn and dim. The fire is burning red in the fireplace. It turned out that only books I had recently picked up were not covered with dust.

Miriam opened the curtains and opened the windows, and I liked the light outside. The wind blows through and winds up the dust in the house and carries it out. Under the sunshine, the dust particles looked really good. The eyes of the guys around me rounded my eyes.

While Miriam was rampaging in a room with a broom in hand, the other three settled in the shade of a tree outside the house around Mary. The sun was strong but the sun was soft and the mottled patterns swayed on every face as the wind blew. It's already summer cheerful. Angelin thought that during such a season, he taught the Berglyph how to knit a straw hat.

Maria curled her back and coughed for a moment, then grinned her tongue.

"Darn, even though people were meditating with great effort, this is always ..." "Sorry, grandma ... but it's lively."

Angelin looked around and said so. Those who have been hanging out around the house look far away. When Mary stared at her with a sharp gaze, she was almost gone.

"The amount of booming Orfen's economy has led to idiots coming and going from all over the place.

Maria gazed at the large chalk-white building. This building, built by the scholars of Maria who yearns for Maria, now looks like a small school, with wizards coming and going. Orfen's economy is improving, which may have spurred him to enter and exit. Maria said she was thinking about changing her house. Anessa smiled bitterly while rubbing her back.

"I came here saying I wanted to live a quiet life, but it's ironic."

Maria held her lips and then saw Angelin.

"So, what are you doing? Did you come to play?" "Sure, but ... I wonder what the Demon King's research is going to be." I'm continuing to analyze the melted Demon King ... "" I'm a Demon King too, "" Is that Yota story again? "" No, maybe it's surprisingly not Yota? "

Marguerite spoke from the side. Maria frowned.

"Would you like to carry me together?" "No, Schweiz is involved."

Anessa says that Mary's eyes have changed color.

"Is it true?" "Yes. We fought with our crew in the Imperial City." "... Hey Anger. Teme, why can't we talk about this important thing before?" "I forgot ..."

Angeline is open-minded. Maria dabbled at her forehead. Marguerite is grinning.

"Anyway, that's a different story. Tell me more-no, it's better after the house is cleared."

Miriam is shaking in the house. Dust coming from windows and doorways is clearly visible in the sunlight.

"Speaking of which, General Muscle is fine ..." "Cheer, you're healed ... Geho. I'm glad I applied poison instead of medicine." "Will a general die with poison?" Said. "... I guess I'm not going to die."

While waiting for such a chat, Miriam came out from the doorway.

"It's over! It's dirty, why? Why leave it alone!"

Maria stood up whilst paying hem.

"Shut up silly, discipline. By the way, brew tea."

Miriam has withdrawn into the house. Anessa smiles giggle.

"I'll ask you what I mean," he said. "Well, when I was a kid, there was more cuteness ... but hey, shit!" "Grandma, don't take new disciples ...?" But if you don't take it, it'll come without permission. "

Maria said, staring at the chalk-white building, she walked into the house with her legs. The house was as cluttered as ever, but the books left out were put on shelves, the laboratory equipment was gathered in one place, the dust was blown away, and it seemed somewhat brighter. Was done. Miriam is doing something in front of the fireplace. Probably tea preparation. Maria exhaled in her armchair.

"... So did Schweitz's bastard kill him?" "Well ... I don't know because Kassim-san was opponent, but I didn't see any corpses."

According to Angelin, Maria sighed.

"Then I can't say I've killed him. I used to join him in the past and ... I thought he killed him." "Is it useless or immortal?"

In Marguerite's words, Maria narrowed her eyes.

"Well, how about that. Well, he could do that much ... but talk in order. It's cluttered."

So Anesa was the main player, and the other members talked, supplementing them in a timely manner. He traveled to the Imperial City on a journey to find an old friend of Bergliff, the prince was partnering with Schweitz as a fake, Sati continued to fight, and Sati was once involved in experiments and gave birth to Angelin. At the end of the story, Maria sat deep in her chair with her arms folded as she thought.

"... Hiding a tree in the woods? You haven't disliked the imperial capital yet."

I muttered and saw Angelin.

"Angee, what did you hear from your mother? What kind of experiment did you give birth to?" "I don't listen. I wasn't very interested ..."

Maria dropped her as if she was stunned.

"You're myself ... I heard it was ridiculous." "And ... it was a bit painful, mom." "... I see." "After all, what is his purpose ...?" "Conquer the world?" "Don't think about that downside. His only desire is knowledge."

Maria said that and grinned with a grump.

"Geho ... In the end, the fake prince and the Imperial City were all just for his experiment. Nothing changed from the past. Chewy feces ... Geho, Geho!"

Anessa said, rubbing her back.

"What was Schweiz originally doing?" "... I think it was necromancy at first. In the days of the Imperial City's research institute, turning a corpse of a bandit into a sculpture experiment In the end, he was defeated because he turned one of the towns into a city of ghosts.

Angelin folded her arms. The prince of Benjamin was also good at necromancy. I think that the power given to Charlotte was also the power to manipulate the ghost. The bad guys wondered if they liked that. Miriam pours tea into the cup.

"But Obaba and Schweitz didn't want to master necromancy, right?" "Well, it's just a tool for his purpose." "What is a purpose?" "Gosh, gosh! Do you know me? Well, I think it might be related to Solomon." "Solomon ...?"

Angelin had many thoughts for this name that often appeared. The Demon King is the homunculus created by Solomon. Angelin is also a demon king from the perspective of Satie and Byak. Then, the origin is in Solomon. Being masculine, the strictest father would be Solomon. However, I couldn't think of such a dust. I can't imagine a father, except a Bergliff. The troubles of a true parent who once troubled the heart did not bother Angelin at all.

"Solomon ... I heard strange stories?" "Weird stories?" "Yeah. The story I heard from the fake Prince ..."

Angeline explained when he spoke face-to-face with Benjamin's fake. Solomon once fought against the old gods in cooperation with Vienna for humans. After that, conquering the continent in despair for humans.

"So, was Solomon a good guy?"

Marguerite said. Anessa shakes her head.

"No, in the end, I'm conquering the continent with power, and I can't call it a good guy." "I'm a real god. "I know ..." "... It's getting confusing. I'm undoubtedly Schweitz's doing something about Solomon, but I'm wondering if that's what he's experimenting with. You don't want to get it, and it's too tricky. "

Maria rinsed a sip of tea.

"But it's weird. I knew there was an experiment that gave birth to the Demon King, but ... Angers, why are you a human? Your mother is an elf, right?" "I don't know." "... Chill, this guy has to go to Tornella ..."

Immediately after Maria muttered, Angelin embarked on her eyes, shining.

"Come on, let's go, grandma ...! I'll be back in autumn this time, so we'll be together at the same time." … ”“ Noisy!

Maria grabbed her shoulders and pushed Angelin back in a troublesome way. The three are giggling.

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The mansion will be built on the square. The foundation stones are already piled up, and the frame of the tree is being built up day by day. The sawmill and the sound of the ax reverberate in the sawmill, making Tornella more lively than ever. The site of the adventurer's guild is close to the village entrance. Some people argued that it would be a good idea to gather devastating people in the center of the village. In fact, considering the dungeon, the area near the village entrance is not bad. Here, the foundation stone was already assembled, and timber was collected and stacked. There is a refreshing smell of freshly sawn wood.

In any case, starting something new is exciting. Needless to say, the atmosphere is as if the elderly were somehow floating.

Still, day-to-day work must be done unchanged. Sheep shearing has settled down, and the processing of the cut wheat has almost ended. Weeding is done every day because the grass is growing rapidly in the field while the co-work is busy. The summer dining table is richly colored with colorful summer vegetables, but in order to obtain that color, the fields had to be carefully cared for.

While everyone was working outside, Bergliff sat at his new table from morning to look at documents. When Elmore, the guildmaster of Bordeaux, arrived last time, he brought various materials that would be helpful. There is a form for requesting and accepting requests, a list of old adventurers, quite old, but even a book. It was thankful that somebody cares, and it seems that the things on my shoulders are getting heavier and heavier, and Bergliff managed to calm down.

I read the material and thought about the actual operation, and went out to move a little. After doing something unfamiliar, limit yourself to doing it. Good weather, early summer sunshine pours mercilessly, trees and grass leaves are dark green. The laundry hanging on the rope is fluttering in the wind. The wind smelled of grass.

I kicked the ground a few times to check the condition of the prosthesis and then went to the back field. Grass vines are already entangled in the new fence in early spring. The vine was tender, with a flower-like bud. Certainly, Charlotte said he had bought a seed from a peddler in the spring and sowed it under the fence, so it may be growing well.

Charlotte and Mito, who had laid straw at the base of the seedlings, looked up and waved their hands.

"Dad," "Your job is over, is it over?" "Oh, I'm going to move my body a little ... but they're doing their best, so it's unlikely that Dad will come out."

Berggriff replied, "They sneered at their faces."

"Saty-What about your mother?" "I went to Bilberry to pick Bilberry with Bjal, Haru and Maru, and make jam in the afternoon!"

Bilberry is a wild fruit that sticks to shrubs. Small fruits are sweet and sour and delicious. It is not cultivated, but grows here and there. Unlike rock cowberry, it can be found around the village, so it is a familiar sweetness of the village.

When I spread straw with Charlotte and Mito, picked up insects on the leaves of the seedlings, and pulled out the growing grass, the sun became higher and it became hotter. Wipe the sweat floating on the forehead with the back of your hand and look around the entire field.

"It's beautiful. Let's take a break." "Yeah."

Charlotte wears a straw hat again. Then I saw Bergliffe.

"I'll tell you how to make a hat, Dad." "Oh, I got straw."

There are several processed products using wheat straw. The straw hat worn in summer is one of them. When Angelin was small, Berglyf felt nostalgic if he had taught how to knit. The first one was awkward, but still boasted. I can still remember the scenery clearly. When I headed for the garden, there was a sound of water. When I saw it, Saty had already returned to the well and was washing the bilberries that had come. Charlotte and Mito rushed with their eyes shining.

"Go home!" "Wow, a lot"

Satie looked up and smiled.

"I've taken too much. You can eat it."

Bilberry is heaped up in the basket. Washed and wet, they shine like jewels, reflecting the sunshine. Charlotte and Mito are laughing as "delicious" with their twins already purple around their mouths.

"Well there was so much." "Bakaku found me, right?"

Saty looked at her and Byak looked away. Bergliff struck his beard with impress.

"Don't do it. When did you get that skill?"

Bakker keeps his eyes away and stirs Bilberry in the waters of Tarai. I realized that there was something to be praised about, and Bergliff laughed involuntarily.

The children were so upset that Bilberry was left over and the Belgriffs entered the house first. I have to prepare for lunch. Raise the fire in the fireplace and fry the chopped dried meat and barley in an oiled pot. Put the potatoes and root vegetables diced in the place where water is poured and boiled and boiled, and boil and season with salt and herbs.

Cover the pot, lower the heat slightly and breathe. It will be hot to cook in the coming season. Bergryf wiped his sweat and saw that Satie, who had finished kneading the dough, had a vague glance in the air.

"What happened? Are you tired?" "Eh? No, not really."

Satie shook his head a little and patted his cheeks with both hands. Then laugh small.

"... It's fun. I'm so happy since I came here." "It's more than anything. I'm happy."

According to Berggriff, Satie smiled and then fell down to look again. For the moment, Sati makes a look that seems to be thinking something like this. Even if you ask what happened, it somehow makes the words muddy. I have confidence that I shouldn't be thinking bad, but I'm a little worried.

"... Don't hold it alone. Whatever I say." "Huh, yeah ... thank you."

Satie took a big breath and stood up.

"Okay, let's make the wrapped grill. Belle, take the skillet." "N, is this okay?" "Um, that's big."

Percyval came back while doing such a thing.

"Oh, rice? But Bell, come over. The guys who have gone to Bordeaux have returned. Let's talk about the building." Welcome"

At the end of the cut, Kelly, Barnes and Tornella's carpenters were traveling to Bordeaux around last week. He wanted to visit the guild buildings, and he seemed to want to learn a lot about the business involved. There will be many souvenir stories.

Bergliffe spoke to Percival, taking him to the guild site.

"Oh, Percy" "An?" "If Sati asks for help ... will you help me?"

Percival laughed out loud.

"It's natural. Don't tell me the smell of water." "Haha, yes ... there's something that Sati still has." "... maybe the Devil."

Bergliff nodded. To solve the twins, as well as the children who house the Demon King, such as Bjak and Mito, it is important to talk about Schweiz and Satie, who is most involved with the organization. But the battle against Schweiz in the Imperial City is a major trauma for Satie. Even though he knew it was important, Bergliff didn't think he was trying to hear from himself. Percival stroked his chin as he walked and thought.

"I still can't organize my feelings. It's better to wait for him to speak than we'll pick. Kasim thinks so too."

Apparently, the former party members were implicitly watching Satie. Bergliff smiled and struck Percival's back.

"That's why I'm the leader."

There are already a lot of people at the guild site. Kelly waved as he approached.

"I'm here, the guild master!" "I'm too quick ..." "What are you saying! Well, Bordeaux is a huge city, hey!

Kelly is very excited. For Tornella, who has been working on a variety of things as a skilled Australian farmer, this big business seems to be uplifting. Barnes spread out a sketchy piece of paper.

"Listen to me, it's a building design ..."

When someone said, someone caught his mouth.

"What's going on with the inn? What's the guild doing?" "Is it going to be a store or an annex? It seems like it's fun to have a bar together." "No, if it's quick. "It's not even started yet."

Burns, angry at the story, was frustrated and said, "What's wrong with Konoyarou" and the other guys were getting hot, and they were getting more and more crowded. Everyone seems to have their own thoughts and feelings in this story.

This is unlikely to end by lunch, Bergrich grinned.