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

Angeline was walking with Ishmer as he settled into the eaves and started to light up. It has not been a year, but it is a reunion since we left in the Imperial City. Ishmer scratched his head apologizingly and apologized for failing to assist in the adventure in the Imperial City.

"No, I'm really sorry. As soon as I took the material home, I was caught by my research colleagues ..." "I don't have to worry ... it was quite dangerous." "That's right. The prince is a fake, my mother was fighting all the time."

Angelin inflated her nasal cavity and talked about her adventures in the Imperial City. Ishmer nodded and listened to it without a disgusting face.

It's not a short story from the guild to the bar. I arrived at the tavern before the story ended. As I passed through the open door, the hustle and bustle came over my head. It is like an evening with more customers. The drunks sang in a voice that would have strangled and killed the geese, but Lucille had stopped singing and singing, and he was sitting at every seat and tilting the cup. Even before Angelin was there, the scene seemed to be exciting, with just two empty bottles rolling on the table.

"everyone"

Angeline breaks into the seat with good mood. Anessa, whose shoulder was pushed, said "Wow."

"Why do you spill?" "Ishmer-san. Ishmer-san came." "Hey, really, really." "Oh, how!"

The yakumo smoked through his mouth with an interesting face. Marguerite is up and running.

"What the hell did you come, how are you?"

Saying that, Ishmer's shoulders were beaten for a while. Ishmer fixed his displaced glasses with a bitter smile.

"I'm sorry for that verse ... it's kind of escaped." "I don't think anyone like that."

Already around, Mumiam of Funafuni said with a laugh.

Anyway, I forced another chair and the narrow table was packed with seven people. Clean up the cluttered table and order additional sake and food. Even though people are constantly coming and going in the bar, the master kept moving around the counter with the same skill without changing one expression, and there was no mistake in ordering or failing to cook . The young clerk who is going to and fro the hall looks tired. Anyway, I toasted again and made a long time.

"How are Toya and Morin doing?"

Anessa said, Ishmer nodded.

"Yeah, but I met them a little after the adventure of the imperial city. I said they would go to Keetie, so I may have arrived by now." He said that they were based in Key Tie ... "" Oh, we're going to go east when we return to the autumn festival, Tornella. "Oh, for whatever purpose?" "It seems that there is a steel tree ..."

The story gets a scion in a trivial opportunity, and the story of traveling to the east, the story of the dungeon of Tornella, the story of the marriage of Bergliff and Sati, etc., are not lacking in the sake of sake, the throat is dry and there are many bottles It is empty. Marguerite, a drinker as usual, was still calm, but Miriam was melting with his chin on the table, and Anesa seemed to have heavy eyelids when she was careless, shaking her head frequently to wake up frequently. Lucile again sang with the six strings, and Yakumo seemed to sway the purple smoke and impose his own restraint on the spirit.

Angelin has a somewhat vague mind. I'm happy to meet again, so the cup goes on and on. Ishmer also loosened his hardened body by turning his shoulders and bending his neck. He also drinks as recommended.

"No, huh ... if you talk anyway, you will go unconsciously." "How long has I been staying here ...?" "I haven't decided yet. Then I settled down ... I thought it wouldn't hurt to visit Tornella anymore, "" Welcome ... Let's go together! "

According to Ishmer, Angelin smiled and filled the glass with wine. Ishmer blacked his eyes as if he had eaten a bubble.

"Cho, Angelin-san, I'd like to keep it a little bit ..." "Well, I'm sorry. Hey master, water, water ..."

Marguerite raises his hand and yells at the counter. Ishmer smiled bitterly.

"I'm sorry, I'm saved ... but I don't feel like disturbing you in such a big house." "Okay. I'm sure we're going a lot ..."

The streets will have become a little cleaner, and the royal residence where Selenium will move will have formed. Perhaps a guild building has been built, and Bergryph is working in the guildmaster's office. There is a satty at the reception, and those who come will extend their nose to the elven receptionist. When imagine such a scene, Angeline's cheeks are loosened.

"Looks like it's fun"

Yakumo exhaled a ring of smoke from his mouth.

"It's so much fun ... Yakumo-san and Lucille will come along, right?" "What do you think of Onshi?" "I enjoyed the Spring Festival and I also enjoyed the Autumn Festival."

Lucille, who had once again set up a sixth string and was among the drunkards, is now sitting quietly holding a glass of wine with both hands and watching Ishmer. The yakmo took a breath as if amazed and dropped the ashes from the smoke tube.

"That's right ... I'm worried that Angers would eventually settle down and end up wintering again.

Angelin had to muffle his mouth. Marguerite laughs grimly.

"It's certainly possible. But then we'll leave the Angers and we'll just go east." "What is it. Marie, the leader is me ..." "Well, Arne?" "Huh? Oh, hey, you're sleeping ...?"

Marguerite knocked her on her shoulder, blinking her eyes and looking around. Ishmer said while drinking water.

"Haha, shouldn't we open it up today? The plan for Tornella will be slow again ..." "Muu ..."

I felt like I wasn't drinking enough for the busiest spot, but Anessa was afraid, and Miriam stood still and did not move. I feel like I drunk too much. Angelin nodded that if he got too sick and sounded the next day, it would not get clogged. Marguerite, who is supposed to drink the same or more than his own, is calm, but that is not helpful.

"That's right ... Arne and Milly seem to be marginal." "Um, I'm fine at all. I don't know how to do it."

Anyway, I did the accounting and went out. Although the stone buildings store some heat, they do not have the heat of daytime. Many shops have already turned off the lights as the cool breeze passes through the traffic. Still, it's still the evening, so the booming city never sleeps. There are a lot of lively liquor in bar here and there.

Angelin stretched and breathed a lot. It seems that the night dew has begun to fall a little, and it feels good without dustiness. Anessa looked up at the sky as she rubbed her eyes.

"... It'll be fine tomorrow." "If you drink only this, you won't be working tomorrow."

Yakumo said while packing tobacco in a smoke pipe. Marguerite lends her shoulders to Miriam.

"Millie, walk right. Did he get heavier again?" "Unyaa" "Nya, we're here again." "Good night, we'll talk to Tornera again." Huh, that's right.

Yakumo swam with a suspicious look.

"Hey Lucille, let's go. Hey."

Lucille was sniffing her nose by Ishmer. Speaking of which, Angelin thought he had always been watching Ishmer in the bar. Ishmer smiles with a troubled face.

"How did you do?" "... Ismer, the smell has changed, you're crazy." "Oh, are you ... ?? I don't know myself ... do you smell?"

Ishmer is raising his arms, sniffing his smell, and leaning his head.

"What are you going to do? I'm already sleepy."

Yakumo turned his heels while stretching.

"I'm going home. I'm sorry, Anger. I'm sorry, Ebiba."

Lucile said so and walked with her, following the spider.

"It's still fun-they're guys. And Anger. What do you do tomorrow?" "Hmm ... go to the guild.

Angelin shrugged, seeing Miriam squeezing her shoulders with Marguerite. Fortunately there is no urgent work. You can rest if you have a hangover. This was a continuation of work, so that selfishness should be forgiven.

Anyway, I made a policy for the next day, so I separated from the three. Ishmer said that the inn was in the same direction, so he seemed to be halfway together, so he walked back and forth.

"Are you still far from the Imperial City?" "Yes. Well, that's what travel is like." "Which do you like, research or travel ...?" "Hmm, which is both. In my case I travel most of the time for research. "

Ishmer smiled with that. Certainly, Angelin thought it would be different from those who just travel. I must have come to The Earth's Navel to get research material. I think the quest for a wizard is bottomless.

"Speaking of which ... Ishmer familiar with Solomon?" "Solomon?"

Ishmer looked at Angelin with a suspicious look.

"I have some knowledge, but ... are you interested?" "Yeah. The opponent who fought in the Imperial City was a bit interested because I was studying Solomon." Flame, was it Schweiz ... "

Ishmer looked like he thought it.

"Then, it's a story related to the Demon King, too." "Yes ... you understand?" "Solomon's heritage, for better or worse, attracts the interest of wizards, but now Vienna. Due to the influence of the teachings, superficial research is not allowed.Well, I think that there are few people who are not interested in the Demon King as a wizard in the research field. "" Hey ... that, but Maria Grandma didn't seem to be interested, but ... "" ... ?? Um? "" Oh, Maria Grandma is a great magician. What's gonna be "gray"? "" Grey " She's a real genius, she's talented enough to develop her own techniques without resorting to Solomon's heritage, and those who don't are swallowed. What is "

Elmer also said that he knew many of the wizards who had stepped into the Demon King and were ruined. It's like adventurers and wizards that are so dangerous and irresistible.

"Did you also check Ishmer ...?" "To the extent that it is not dangerous. Once you reach the top of the continent, the magic of the Great Mage must not be bothered."

While saying so, Ishmer stumbled lightly.

"Oh-excuse me." "... Let's slow down the difficult story again." "I'm sorry .... No, I drank too much."

The wind comes as if blowing up from the slowly descending cobblestones. The bangs swaying in the wind are also comfortable on the face lit with alcohol. As I just stumbled, Ishmer is a little swaying. Her complexion hasn't changed, but she may have drunk too much. It seems that if you talk with someone who likes to drink, you will be drinking a lot.

"Nevertheless ... Angelin has a strong drink." "It's not so, but ... it's fun to drink with everyone." "Good, that's what." "Don't drink with colleagues ...?" "I don't have it. I'm not good at that kind of buzzing originally." "Yes. I don't hate it.

Ishmer said and laughed. Angelin gigs, too.

"I was surprised, Ishmer ..." "Haha, as an adventurer, is doing as it is ... but when I think about it, calm people like Berglyph often find adventurers I think I aimed at it. "" Fufu, but it's okay. "" Yes. So many people yearn. "

Angelin gets happier when she is told that way. The emotional swing was exaggerated, partly because of the sake, and Angelin rushed to Ishmer with joy. Then, it seems that his steps were not so firm, he leaned more than he expected.

"Oh" "Oh"

Angelin quickly reached out to support Ishmer, but was not in time, and Ishmer stepped over and over again, losing his balance, and hit the wall of the roadside house. Luggage is scattered from the bag on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Ishmer-san ... Is it okay?" "No, I'm sorry ..."

Ishmer began to collect his splatters, breaking his knees while breathing.

"Drunk too much ... reflection"

Angelin scratched his head badly and helped himself squat down and pick it up. There was a branch of apples in the pocketbook, along with accessories such as pens, loupes, ornaments with chains, purses in the form of drawstrings. The tip is split into long and short forks, and the longer end has a leaf.

Angelin is also a familiar branch of Tornella. I don't think it's unusual, but it felt somewhat disproportionate to keep in my bag.

"...? Apple branch?"

Angelin leaned down and reached for it. Then, as soon as the fingertip touched, a shocking shock ran from the fingertip to the back as if static electricity had burst. Angelin jumps in surprise. Ishmer's eyes widened.

"What happened?" "... No, nothing."

Angelin looked at her palm and gripped and opened. No abnormality. Reaching for the apple branch, fearfully, wondering what it was now. This time there was nothing. When I took it, it was as fresh and heavy as if it had been cut off from a tree. Despite his suspicion, Angelin offered his pick to Ishmer.

“Yes, Ishmer”

In Mitsutsuji, he leaves Ishmer and heads home. I felt like I was a little sick. I feel like my fingertips are still numb, but that's not the case. Despite what seemed strange, Angelin entered the room as usual, changed clothes, brushed her teeth, and dived into her bed. You will surely have a good dream tonight.

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I was hungry. "It" did not move except during hunting. Crouching in the dark, waiting for the prey to come. That was good a while ago. However, since the previous prey was missed with only one foot, no other prey appeared. I didn't die of starvation, but I felt more hungry and empty more than before.

I felt there was something to ask for beyond the faded memory. When I thought about it, I felt very lonely. But I don't know what to do. I didn't have the energy to go outside in search of something, and I was convinced that nothing would be wasted.

Suddenly, there was a sign of a person from a distance. “It” bends down and looks out from the darkness, saying it is the first prey in a long time. However, the prey, which was usually approaching vigilance, stopped just barely within range. I can hear something whispering and whispering.

"It's like this. There's something in that shadow." "It seems that the lower rank is likely to be heavy." "Oh, it's a variant, but in the end it's an E-rank dungeon. Don't do it.

It was like traveling with three people. I hear the sword pulled out. Are you going to attack? And "it" was ready. When I thought there was a sound of kicking the ground, they came closer. I have no time to get lost. Step on your feet and jump out of the darkness.

"It took!"

The two seemed to come and stopped suddenly and jumped back. When I wondered if I could escape, the magic came in instead. “It”, which does not know the defense, eats straight and rolls on the ground.

"I don't have any love for you."

While struggling, the two who had supposed to be back at once swiftly raised their swords. A sharp slash was seen hitting the body, but was not cut. I ran a dull pain, but not to the point where I couldn't move. "It" leaped up and jumped to one of the swordsmen.

"Now!"

“It” fangs were violent. Although it was a fang in appearance, it was a powerful mass of magic. The tusks pierced the armor of the swordsman with his armor smoothly and scraped it off. Blood squirts and screams. He then stood up on his hind legs and tore the swordsman with his forefoot claws.

"G ----!" "Lie ...!"

In a path filled with sorrow, the witch of the rear guard shouts a name that would have belonged to a torn swordsman. "It" jumped at the witch with a movement just reacting to the voice, without ever thinking that it would be a chase. The delicate woman's body was pierced by her fangs, and she broke in no time.

"Huh? What? What is this ..."

The surviving swordsman stands with a stunned expression. However, his expression immediately turned into an angry one, and the swordsman shook his sword.

"Don't be playful! Well ...!"

The sword hit it again. A sharp slash. If the opponent was different, the game would have been completed with a single blow. But the sword was played empty. "It" opens its mouth and jumps towards the swordsman.

"Ah……"

In each case, the fallen swordsman's body rolled on the ground as if the object had fallen. Three dead bodies rolled in there, and the signs of a cold death were full.

It was a bit tough, but the same as always. "It" bites on the stuck adventurers, eating meat and sipping blood. Another sign that I was obsessed with a meal after a long absence.

"I was in such a place"

A man in a white robe. It has a strange atmosphere from the whole body that is completely different from the prey that can only be eaten so far. I was puzzled. This was the first time. I felt something like fear in a human who only saw it as prey.

"... I see. Highly ranked guys like this."

The man looked at the carcass and breathed, seemingly troublesome. Then he approaches with no fear. Puzzled by inexperienced behavior, “It” immediately stepped down. Just jump on and scatter as usual. However, the body stopped moving as if frozen on the way. The man had one hand forward. A pale light was emitted from my hands, shining cold around.

"It's an untrained dog."

The man began to sing something in a low voice. The voice cried strangely and slumbered, and it gradually became unconscious.