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

The walls of the Daikan mansion were beautifully painted in chalk. It's dazzling looking back at the late afternoon sunlight in late summer. The master of the carpenter who did the finishing was a good face. However, the interior is less than that of a noble residence. The carpenters put their skills and the experience of visiting Bordeaux, but since they only built a rural house, the designs and details did not go the same way. Selenium, however, was a daughter of the Bordeaux family close to the people, so he didn't seem to care. The maid or servant who was brought in said that it was missing or that it was difficult to use.

The selenium traveled back and forth between Tornella and Bordeaux many times, each time bringing various documents and tools to the mansion. We are now ready to settle down in Tornella as assistant mayor. Despite his assistance, the current village chief, Hoffman, seems to be ready to give up soon.

Selenium looked back, holding a stack of documents on a shelf.

"Huh ... you're almost done now." "Is it okay to have your luggage?"

When Berggriff asked, Selenium smiled.

"Yeah, thanks to you ... there were so many selections of things to bring." "Because it's smaller than the Bordeaux mansion ..." "No, it seems to be useful to work here I was fortunate that the archive was safe at the time of the turmoil before. "

Bergryf twisted his beard. Selenium was coming and going in Bordeaux, compiling documents and documents, checking the current situation of Tornella. It would have taken a lot of time and effort to read all the past documents. The reason that selenium is said to have the abilities of internal affairs may come from such a serious part.

This is the office. Thick rugs of wool are laid on the oiled wooden floor, and office shelves, tables and chairs for visitors are placed on the shelves. No frills, but it should work. Selenium opened her mouth, sitting down on a chair.

"I think it was going to be a village chief in the future." "Yes, I heard that." "But I'm not always in Tornera. I'm sorry."

Berglyf nodded, of course. It's not a good idea to keep Tornera as talented and talented as Selenium. By the time this shape, including dungeons, is complete, you will either go to a larger town or marry a powerful aristocrat. Selenium crossed hands on the table.

"I also think that the village chief should be a villager. I'm a lord's house, but like the outsider, Hoffman, I'm convinced of Tornella's traditions and seasonal work. "I don't mean it." "Hmmm" "So, I'm convinced that the role of deputy dispatcher of Bordeaux would be more of a breeze. Of course, I think that the job as a village chief will also have some duties." … Sure, that might be a good thing, and that would make Selenium more mobile, probably going back and forth between Bordeaux and Tornella. ”“ Yes.

Selenium closed his eyes as relieved. Even though she is talented, she has only moved under her sister's asylum. Perhaps you are unconsciously seeking something you can rely on. Selenium smiled, sipping the tea brought by the maid.

"Huh, I'm glad I talked to Bergliff again." "Haha, I'll always be with you if I can." "Thank you. "Isn't it too ..." "Is it all fine for Ashcroft?" "Yes. I was recently taken by my little sister to subdue the demon beast. Ash seems to be growing. "

After a short chat, Bergliff resigned from the mansion. I occasionally make various meetings with Selenium. Helvetica seemed to have troops stationed in Tornera, and was looking to build a barracks. When the influx of people begins, security issues naturally arise. The idea is that some deterrence will be needed.

As he walked home, Bergryf folded his arms. Various things are going on. It is a feeling that is swept away by the momentum. The more things come into play, the more fun and inexplicable anxiety grows. But this is not the case now. We have to keep thinking, but we can't stop it.

When I went to the square, there was Casim. He wanted to teach some young people magic.

"Hey, don't be impatient. If you don't concentrate, the magic will scatter."

The young people closed their eyes and stared at one point, concentrating on each. The one with the strongest muscles flew around the body like the wind, and the hem of the clothes shook. Kasym turned around as Bergriff approached.

"Oh, are you helping Selenium?" "Oh, it looks like this is going well." "Hey, it's okay to be enthusiastic. Well, but maybe it's over. Because their parents don't look good. ''

Bergliff smiled and nodded. It's already summer and autumn is near. The trees in the forest are starting to change color and are getting busy for winter. There's nothing wrong with training as long as you can make a dungeon, but it makes no sense if winter life gets tougher. Kassim clap his hands.

"Okay, today is the end. I've taught you the tricks, so don't train yourself. I'll teach you a little more difficult magic when you're ready to master your magic."

The youngsters got excited and went back to work in their homes. Bergliff strokes his beard.

"I guess it's going to be a thing?" "I can't say everyone, but if you step on the number of places, there are many people who are likely to be able to reach the higher ranks.

Kasim laughed after saying that. Bergliff smiled bitterly.

"I don't remember teaching magic, but ... well, it would have been great if I could get the power right." "The basics are enough. But I have to know the site. I'm not talking about that ... well, these guys have been fighting monsters a couple of times and I don't think I'm worried. "" Hah. A lot of things are going on ... "

Bergliff said. Kasim nodded.

"Yeah, I feel like I'm making the future now. I don't need to be caught in the past again." "... Do you want to blow it out yet? Percy is not yet." I don't think so much, but I hate that black monster, even if I'm an oiler. I want to kill him if I can. "

Bergmiff scratched his cheek and Kassim grinned.

"I'm so sorry. Oira doesn't bother to go on a trip because of that." "Hm, then ... I'm glad Percy would like that too." So, hey ... I hope we can get round while we're teaching the young guys here. "

Casim grew significantly.

"Hey, it's okay. I didn't have any guys to tell me. I feel like I was failing." "Yeah. "Maybe ... but I sometimes think. If an adult like a bell is near the oilers of those days. Oira has done a lot of bad things. "... It was really painful, you guys."

Kashim smiled and knocked on Bergriff's back, saying the Bergriff was not done.

"You are the worst thing. The oilers are throwing too much. I just think now that there is an adult who can point out and say something. "It's been too bad for good or bad." "Yeah ... I sometimes thought that if that was the case," "But I think it was good after all. In a sense, the oilers were separated Without it, there was no Angers. Without Angers, there were many people who couldn't meet. "

Bergliff looked down. Casim twisted his beard, grinning.

"I'm still serious." "No, I'm sorry. I don't want to be too serious." "Hell, that's a good place, Bell."

The wind blew, and a dash of clouds came. The sun is tilting, and the shadow of the mountain is starting to grow on the west side of the village.

"Do not fall anymore ..." "It's too early. Did you go around Tirdis last year?" "I think it was ... but it's been another year."

I think that time will be very fast. Angelin has always said she wants to eat rock cowberry, so she should come back this time. Probably he has been busy lately, no letters have come. Will you go over winter in Tornera or go to Orphen for the autumn festival? The area is unknown to the Bergryphs.

They went back home. I have to prepare for winter. Bergryf smiled a little when he saw a junkie catching twins tinkering with dried vegetables in the garden.

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I just have strange dreams here. It's a vivid, unpleasant dream. Fingertips are numb. When you wake up, there may be a smell behind your nose. But as they wake up from their sleep, they literally disappear like dreams, and by the time they change clothes and wash their faces, they completely forget what their dreams were. However, it was certain that it was not a very pleasant dream, and even if I didn't remember it, I felt bad.

He woke up many times in the middle of the night. My body is slowly sweating and I am thirsty. I know I had a bad dream, but I don't understand. I can't sleep for a while if I lie on the bed again, and sleeping is a nightmare again. The sky is white without feeling like sleeping.

Angelin was tired because that was going to happen. The sleepless head took a long time to wake up, and the morning was painful. But I'm not really tired. You should be asleep once. But the more I slept, the more I felt tired. I was so depressed that I couldn't help but do anything.

Angelin steps on the sword as she rolls out the protruding sword. Opposite Marguerite sworded Angelin with a weird face.

"What are you doing? You haven't really responded recently." "... I know."

Angelin frowned and scratched her head. In this mock battle, he loses to Marguerite because he can't get himself. However, Marguerite does not seem reluctant either, and although he should have won, he is not glad at all. Marguerite shrugged her shoulders back into her sword.

"I'm going to be killed by a monster"

Angelin sharpened her mouth and picked up a rolling sword.

"To lose like Marie ... humiliation" "Han, I often say. Well, I wonder if I can afford to lick it without reducing it."

Marguerite said that, and lost. Angelin sniffs. But somewhere in my heart I know I'm strong. It seems to me that I'm kind of kind and I can't settle without doing something, but I feel tired of doing anything.

Summer is almost over. Every time I felt autumn, I wanted to see Bergriff soon. Angelin and his colleagues were busy going and working around after returning to Orphen. The number of demon beasts has also decreased compared to the time of the Demon King Uproar. However, there were some jobs that only S-rank adventurers could do. Having worked this much, I think it might be good to return home a little earlier. However, I felt like I was losing my weakness, so I couldn't get any better.

That's why Angeline is out of luck, so I've been out of work for the last few days. Once in the guild once again, Angeline was in this state and eventually didn't get any work. Still, I was simulating with Marguerite to see if I could get a little better if I moved, but it was hard to be mentally ill. It came out on my body and I had to reconfirm that the upset was down.

Anyway, I left the training room. The sunshine at the end of summer was heavy. Before noon, dust is blowing on the Orphen cityscape. As usual, a lot of people come and go, and they are very busy with the sounds of walking, talking, and other miscellaneous sounds. The usual spectacle, which should be nothing, disturbs me somehow. I felt that the back of my eyes was hurt by the strong sunlight. Marguerite crossed hands behind his head.

"I thought I'd get a little more request before returning to Tornella," "I'm okay to do it separately, but ..." "Makaka, you can't get it right now."

When Marguerite tells me he's right, I'm surprised, but I'm not enthralled. Angelin dropped his shoulder and sighed. Marguerite sharply banged Angelin's back. Angelin lost his balance and wandered.

"Ah," "Che, if you're like that, you won't be competing. Come on. Let's drink to boost the economy."

I don't feel like that, but I can't feel like going home and sleeping. I hate to sleep these days. There is no point in sleeping if you are tired enough to sleep. Can you sleep soundly if you get drunk enough to never dream?

"... I see. I'm gonna go." "Oh, why are Arne and Milly?"

Today, they are different. I haven't heard any plans after leaving the guild. Whether you're going to an orphanage, or you're on a simple job alone, it's hard to get together without any prior arrangements.

So Angelin and Marguerite went along to their usual bar. Because it was before noon, people were still sparse. However, it will be crowded at lunch time. They sat side by side at the counter. The Master looked at them with no expression.

"Isn't it better at the table. Will my friends come later?" "Uh, today we have two ... we will have wine." "I'm a spirit. "... I don't have any appetite." "What are you saying, if you don't eat what you eat, you'll be fine. Um, saute duck meat."

Every time I saw Marguerite well, Angelin felt like he had lost. It then tries to excite, but as if trying to inflate a perforated bag, the bubbly feeling collapses before it inflates. Still, after drinking three glasses of wine in quick succession, I felt a little calm. Marguerite also dries spirits at the same pace and is calm.

"So, can't you remember the dream after all?" "Yeah ... but I always have a bad feeling when I dream. I don't like it."

Marguerite then bites the intestines and added distilled spirits again. Not being able to remember the content of the dream made Angelin more frustrated. If you know the content, you can at least spill it to your friends as a bitches. That way, for example, Marguerite can laugh at me if that's just a dream. Anessa and Miriam will comfortably laugh. That will make you feel less at ease. But you can't do that if you can't remember. Angelin put a cheek on the counter.

"Marie doesn't have that kind of experience ...?" "What kind of thing is that?" "I had a bad dream, but forget the content ..." "If you forget, don't remember it."

That's right, Angelin sighed.

"After all, Marie is useless ..." "What, Konnyaro. You're useless."

If you say that, you can not return. I drank a sip of wine. Marguerite who seems to want to fight as usual seems to be stuffy.

"That's how long I'm dying. I don't care because I don't care. Think about something else." "... For example?" "What do you do first when you return to Tornera. Rock cowberry, go picking. I guess? ”“… Yeah ”

Angelin leaned on the back of the chair. Close my eyes and imagine autumn in my hometown. The grass of the plains has begun to fade, but the forest at the foot of the mountain is beautifully dyed red and yellow. Clouds cover the top of the mountain, but the sky is blue and high, and smoke rising from the village melts into it. If you break into the forest, you will smell wet soil and dead leaves. As you follow the gently sloping forest trails, you will gradually find more and shorter trees and reach a sunny, rocky place. In the small leaves of dark green, there is a red ripe rock cowberry growing ...

Angelin gasped.

"I want to go home ..." "I'm afraid, so I'm losing my bad dreams"

Marguerite laughed and filled the cup with spirits.

"I'm good at rock cowberry. It's sour and sour, I can eat as many as you want." But it was just after the autumn festival, I went to the mountains with the kids and the bell and ate it.

Angelin struck her cheek with a mushy.

"... I'm not eating at all." "Hey, how much? How much?" "It's ... since I was twelve years old."

Last but not least, we ate plenty of supper when we traveled to Orphen. I ate dried goods and jams, but the taste of Angelin's memories is fresh. I'm not always in Tornella by the time, so I haven't talked about it until now. Marguerite said while duckling the duck meat.

"It's a long time, that's right. But I wonder if those people ate the impression when I ate it?" "Hmm ... I don't want to tell the people who ate it anymore." Hey, uriuri "

Marguerite grinned at Angelin's cheek with a grin. Angelin moaned his lips and turned his hand around Marguerite's shoulders. I pinched my cheeks and pulled.

"Don't get in the way of Marie's habits ... it's so smooth."

Marguerite also pinches Angeline's cheek and tries again. As the two of us were swaying, the master popped a bottle of wine on the counter.

"Can't stop rampaging at the counter?" "... Sorry" "Bad bad"

They let go of their hands and looked out at each other and put out their tongues.

I was a little distracted by doing the silly things. Angelin somehow relieved the wine, and Marguerite again replaced the spirit. Angeline's condition seems to be back, but she is happy.

"Huh, you must be like this, it's not funny."

Angelin chewed the duck that had already cooled. What Marguerite cares about in this way is somewhat shy. Anessa and Miriam don't think that way.

As the number of people gradually increased, shouting voices and the sounds of tableware touching each other came to be heard over and over again. The wind coming in is not as hot as in the summer. Until a while ago, when the number of people increased, I felt like I was sweating, but that was no longer the case.

Angelin lost his job. It seems that the wine has turned around.

"Master, my thinly baked bread. Ride the shaved cheese." "Mary, can I just drink and eat ...?" "Huh? You can't get hungry with alcohol. Moga "

Marguerite took a piece of duck and pushed it into Angeline's mouth. Angelin muffled her mouth.

"Well, after all, you're tired from work? I think I'll be better if I return to Tornella." "Yeah ..."

The duck was poured with wine, and Angelin suddenly gasped. As Marguerite says, you'll be returning soon. Until then, you have to do your best. It's the same with work and sometimes with Solomon, but it's better to leave yourself to nostalgia for now. Things about Tornella and things about Bergryf calm Angelin's heart more than anything else.

However, when I fall asleep, I have a feeling that I will have a strange dream again. I don't say that I have a good dream, but at least I can't sleep without seeing anything.

"... I'll talk to Ishmer."

I'm glad if there is some magic or medicine that can make me sleep. Miriam is a type that learned magic to become an adventurer, so she is a bit sparse of such magic. Maria is likely to be busy with Solomon, and it might be better to consult Ishmer.

Wind came in from the entrance. Several falling leaves came in and made a loud noise.

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Suddenly my eyes were clear. Blink your eyes and shake your head. Is this a dream? Or is it reality? It was a dark place. But outside. Apparently night. Collapsed stone buildings and shabby wooden huts line the street. It's like a slum. It is not a familiar landscape. Black mud stains are scattered here and there. Thick clouds were hanging down, raining like fog. The atmosphere is heavy and gloomy and depressing.

I looked at both hands. It's my usual hands. The palm has a sword, and the fingers are slender but stiff. The ground is muddy, with puddles everywhere. Broken branches and dead carcasses of dogs are rolling without being cleared. It feels like a tepid breeze or smells like a rotten nose. I felt like I was sleeping in the bed before, but now I'm standing in an unknown landscape. It feels weird.

The drizzle is already crowded, and the darkness isn't good enough to help. The wind was terribly cold, though warm, and I hugged my body with both hands. I don't want to be in a place like this, but somehow my legs don't move. The will to move, or the will to move, does not work.

When I stood still, it suddenly made a loud noise. It seems that the building around the back alley, a little away, collapsed. The sound of the rubble falling like a ground sewn through the drizzle. The back muscles tremble. Some unpleasant feelings were terrible.

Somebody ran, making a banging noise. When I thought I could see a shadow behind the drizzle, a flash of light ran from behind, screaming “Ugu!” And rolling to the ground. He was a middle-aged man. He strokes his gray face with his brown hair.

"Ku ..."

The man distorted his face painfully and held his shoulders. He seems to have pierced his shoulder with magic or something from behind. The hemp robe was dirty with blood and mud. Someone appeared again from behind the man.

"Do you think you can escape?"

He was a bearded man wearing a mountain high hat. I opened my eyes unintentionally. Kashm. But he looked a little younger than he knew.

"Wait, wait ... please, miss me! I have a wife and child ... waiting for my return!"

Kasim laughed spatly at the words of the desperate man.

"Hey, don't say anything more convenient now. You've probably been terrible." "But ... but I'll wash my feet. I won't bother you!" "Well, have you ever missed a person who begged you to say that? Isn't the bug just too special for you?"

The man looked at Kasim with a desperate look. Kasim is still spattling. But only the eyes are not laughing. Terribly cold and sharp.

No, Kasim!

I wanted to say that. But the mouth moves but does not speak. My feet don't move even though I want to run.

"Oops, stop it."

The moment he flashed, Casim flashed from his fingertips. A man's feet are pierced, and a sad voice resounds.

"Gu, u ..." "I'm not going to be an opponent of Oira. Well, come on and I won't kill Oira." You know! "

Kasim shrugs.

"I don't know what to do with you. Oh, and maybe you're going to your wife and your child. That guy wouldn't allow a traitor. You know that much, right?" Do you have a human heart ...? "

The man dyed his face in despair and said, Kassim took a big breath and put on his hat again.

"... It's painful when you have it.

Kasim then slowly turned his fingertip at the man.

No!

There was no voice. A flash ran. The man's body collapsed. Mud splashed.

I wanted to shout. However, only the throat was tight. Tears spilled out. His stomping knees felt the sneezing mud.