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

Steam is rising from the pot. The steam with a slight herbal scent slowly drifted out of the kitchen and tickled Angelin's nasal passages. This is the home of Anessa and Miriam. However, the landlord is out. Angelin's answering machine was stuck with a cheek stick at the table.

Being dormant is not a pleasant thing. He feels so heavy as if lead was poured into his head, and has nothing to do, so he does not move. What's more, there is a film between consciousness and thinking, which makes it somewhat vague. So it's not sleepy. Lazy.

Angelin seemed to feel a little better after playing with Marguerite, but when she went to bed at night, she had a strange dream. When he got up, his pillows were wet and cold, so he cried while he was sleeping. I know I was very sad. It was like a heartburn, but I couldn't remember the content at all. So he was so lazy that he never came to see Ishmer, but he came to the house of his companions this way and was foolish.

Miriam with a shopping basket came in, making a noise. He looked at Angelin's limp, frowned his eyebrows, ran up and pounded his back. Angelin fell down on the table.

"Moh, Anger, firmly"

Miriam pressed Angeline's back with a finger to massage. Angelin moaned, "Ugyu," and bowed down.

"... it feels good" "Eh, yeah? Well, I guess I'm getting tired after all."

Miriam took some herbs and nuts out of the shopping basket. He seems to be trying to make something for Angelin's sleep. Angelin suddenly breathed, woke up and looked at Miriam.

"Milliy, are you okay? Can you make a potion ...?" "Well, I'm a magician too. I'm teaching my aunt properly." "But I've never seen a homemade potion at the request ..." ...... Okay, there is a recipe! "

Miriam said, taking out the thick book on the bookshelf and spreading it on the table.

"Hey, this. A blend for a good night's sleep. That's a good sound for Angers too." Because in the future I'm going to do that. There's nothing you can't do. Trust your friends. "

Miriam sharpened her mouth and went into the kitchen holding the ingredients for the medicine. Angeline laughed a little and put her chin on the table again. It feels cool and cool.

Angelin thought it was a dream at most. Despite having exchanged lives with high-ranking monsters many times, it is not at all terrible to be tired of such things. I don't know what to do because I don't want to be inspired.

The smell of drifting has changed. It's a strange smell. I am unfamiliar, but I feel strange and calm down. When I went to the wizard's house, there was usually some smell. Those who make medicines smell of medicinal herbs and balms, and those who make magic tools smell of magic ores and scents. These smells reminded me of such places.

"... What is she doing recently?"

I muttered. I haven't met Maria since I met him at the Elmer Library. The atmosphere seemed to have grabbed something, but the fight with Elmer was about to begin, so he quickly escaped. Miriam holding a clay pot came out of the kitchen.

"Okay, this is okay. Angers, it's hot."

Angeline implicitly dodged. Miriam places the clay pot on the table. The steam had already risen, and the smell was mixed.

"If you drink this, you can sleep soundly tonight."

With that said, Miriam poured the juice from the pot into the glass. It is brownish green. However, it is not cloudy, but transparent enough to make the grain of the glass slightly visible.

Angeline included a bite. bitter. But not as cheap as a potion. The smell was not bad, but it wasn't good anymore, so when I was drinking with a bitter face, I brought a bottle of honey as Miriam remembered.

"If you put this in ..." "... Please bring it first."

While half-hearted, I put honey in the glass. It was bitter and slightly easier to drink. Angelin drank little by little while cooling. Such a drink is good because it is relieved. Miriam leans on the chair and prepares and drinks hot milk.

"Wow, that looks delicious." "It looks bad." "Well, no. Angers wants a good night's sleep." "I can sleep well with hot milk ..." "My medicine works." Do you say there is no!

Miriam deliberately fluttered. Angeline gigs.

"... Either way, it's still too early to go to bed." "What if I take a nap? The bed is empty."

I worry. It's just afternoon when it's just sleepy. Suck your face on a fluffy futon and you'll soon be covered by sleep. He is a stronger opponent than S-rank monsters.

"... I quit, it seems I can't sleep at night."

Miriam opened the cookies from the paper bag on the plate.

"But if that's the case, it's going to be winter again in Tornella this year." "Umm ..."

Certainly, we are worried about the possibility. I don't hate it. It's true that it's okay, but somehow returning so often makes you feel like you're selling your special hometown for a bargain. It was a luxury story, and Angelin leaned back on the chair and stretched out.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to returning home. The bedding in my parents' house is harder to look down than the one in Orphen, but it's more calm for Angelin. Surely you will sleep soundly without a nightmare. Nevertheless, I wonder why suddenly my dreaming got worse. Even if you think about it, it doesn't seem like something special has triggered it. Angelin groaned with his arms folded. I try to follow the thread of memory, but I can't concentrate on it anymore, and it seems like a haze has come along.

As the chin was attached to the table and melting, the door opened, and Anessa came in. Apparently she went shopping separately from Miriam.

"Oh, did you come to Angers?" "Yeah ... Welcome back, Arne" "Oh, Marie?"

Anessa said while lowering the shopping basket.

"Is Anger still sick?" "Bad ... I just dreamed of strange dreams and couldn't get tired ..." "Dream ... but you didn't remember the contents?" "I don't remember ... but this time My dream is that Kasim came out. "" Mr. Kasim? Why? "

Miriam bowed. Angelin sighed.

"I don't know ... so I'm in trouble" "Would you like to see Kasim?"

According to Anessa, Angelin was sharp.

"I don't want to see Kasim separately. I want to see my father. I'm with my mother." "I'm gonna say that." "However," "Oh, my parents don't come out ... Well, I'm busy cultivating love ...? That's important, but I want my daughter to take care of it too ..." "But I think it would be nice if they didn't come out of a bad dream." "Yeah ... but I don't want to have a bad dream in the first place." "I wonder if" Angier became so sensitive? "" Noisy Miri, respect the leader ... "

However, I feel like I'm not myself. I shouldn't have been worried anymore, but when I think about it, I end up wondering what the various Solomon relations are.

According to Satie, Angelin is a demon king. That may well be what Schweiz say is a success. Angeline doesn't care about that, but it's not fun to overlook the inconveniences he sees.

"... I'm going to see my grandmother soon." "Aunt? Is that the demon king?" "Yeah.

There must be information that can only be obtained here. If we could share it when we returned to Tornella, something might be going on. I'm not too worried, but Schweiz's presence is like a bone. I am not interested in the purpose, but it is annoying 10 million involved in it. Anessa crossed her arms.

"Is it a Demon King ... I still don't know much about it." "... Solomon fought with the Old God for humans, do you think it's true?" "Hmm, I can't say anything. According to the book, Solomon and Vienna were attracted to each other, but they weren't tied, so it might be a possible story. "

Miriam glanced at her stick and swam. Angelin drinks the remaining medicine in a single breath.

"Well ... it's a bit romantic."

Although they were attracted to each other, they were never tied. It is likely to be a play script. The two glanced at the faces. Anessa scratched her cheek.

"It's a ridiculous story from Vienna. I can't talk to Sister, that's it." "It's this, this is it." It's said that it's like a synonym for evil, but it's not that simple. "" I don't think it's actually a good guy. "" Dad, there's no perfect good man and no perfect bad man. " "That's right." "Hmm, if I don't work for a while, maybe I could really go into it and check it out."

Said Anessa. Angelin nods. Either way, if you're sick, don't go to work. If you have no hands, you'll be distracted by what you're doing. If you're sick of fighting a monster, you'll be deadly, but you'll never die to find out.

Anyway, I decided to visit Maria soon. It would be two birds with one stone if we could talk about sleep. Depending on the timing, you may meet Ishmer first. He also knows a lot, and forgets to have a strange dream when talking to people. Then I thought, but I felt like a good day. I thought I would meet Ishmer this morning, but gave up because I was sick. It's better to move when you're fine.

However, the eyelids suddenly became heavy. Angelin frowns and rubs her eyes. Did you eat too much lunch?

"... sleepy, why?"

Miriam said "O" while biting a cookie.

"I prepared a medicinal herb that sleeps well. Did it work?" "That kind of thing ... please say it quickly ..." "Are you okay? You can use a bed."

Said Anessa. I tried hard to lift my eyelids for a while, but it was no good, Angelin stood up and fell down on the bed with a loose foot. The fluffy feel immediately relaxes the body. The body may be more exhausted than expected.

I smelled Miriam's hair as I rubbed my face with my pillow. While thinking that this was Miriam's bed, the power in his body was lost, and Angelin sank into the world of sleep.

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The blue sky with no clouds is so high that you look up. The afternoon sun shined brightly on the ground, illuminating the area. The brighter the shadow, the sharper the contour. Duncan's battle ax groaned and fell down. Percyval, half-moving and dodging, quickly exits and places his hand on Duncan's lonely shore.

"Mu, mu, came!" "Ha, do your best a little more."

Percival waved with a smile laughing. Duncan smiles and draws a battle ax.

"No, Persival is as good as it can be. You can't pull out your sword." "Is it a little dull because you're a woodcutter?" There is no doubt! "

Duncan laughed abroad and sat down. Percival also sat down next to him and looked up at the high sky. An eagle draws a circle while squealing.

After dating the young people, Percyval, who had too much spare time, was hanging out of the village, and came across Duncan, who was swinging with a battle ax, and he had just gotten together. The village is busy preparing for winter, and Bergliff has often talked to Selenium, Hoffman, Kelly and others in various ways. Mainly the guild. Percival, who did not intend to actively participate in guild management, did not intend to appear there.

Satie has a look at housework and the work of village women, and Graham has a babysitter. I sometimes play with my twins, but recently Charlotte and Mito take care of my sister and brother, so I don't have much of a turn. I couldn't help hanging with Kasim, and I was just spare time. Duncan put his battle ax on the ground.

"But when it comes to dungeons, you have to return to your intuition. Or, originally, you're not as good at exploring." "That's good. No, I once went with Bell when a forest accident happened." "Oh, was it the story when Mito came here?" I went after Marie and Graham, who were in the first place, but I was getting into a dungeon and I couldn't understand the direction. I said I was able to get safely. "" That's such a guy. He's calm in an abnormal situation. We've been helped many times. "

At that time, Percival laughed ridiculously. Duncan twists his beard.

"I know it's wrong to say something ... but you're still obsessed?" "... Negative emotions don't fade away. I've been fighting and living with a dark feeling. No matter how bright it is now, it's not going to disappear itself. "

Seeing Duncan thinking with a difficult face, Percival blew out.

"Sorry for that serious face. That's my problem. You don't have to worry." "No, this is an overly imitated one."

Percival grinned as a serious guy as ever. Duncan scratched his head in trouble.

"Somehow it's rustic ... and Hannah often tells me." "Oh, I'm not gonna be fine recently." Yes, the stronger the bride, the more peaceful the family is. "" Hah, that's right, Sati is also strong. "

According to Duncan, Percival laughed.

"The bell will be weak to anyone." "I'm afraid, but that softness is also Bell's strength. I think that it's well shown on the sword." "I guess ... it's the exact opposite of my sword." "Speaking of which, is Percival's sword a mystery?" "Ah, but it's only now that I start to roam alone. Continue fighting with the demons ...

Seeing a reminiscent Percival, Duncan opened his mouth openly.

"Well ... so that life will continue to this day." Better ... I guess I missed my life .... "" And that? "" No, I wasn't good at Bell, I was doing what I was doing. I was still fighting with him. I didn't have the time to think about that at the time, but "ha ha" and "run away from those who can't win." When I was at the party, I was just unreasonable, so it was as soon as I was alone "" But that did not make it possible to meet again like this "" Oh ... heat Floated It was a memory when they were with them that made this view clearer, but it was just painful just before I met Bell again. "" ... It was a hard time. I'm amazed that I've refined my sword's skills. ''

With Duncan's face impressed, Percival suddenly scratched his cheek as if he was ashamed.

"Damn, I talked too much. Hey, I'm secret to the other guys. Well, I can't tell the bells about this kind of thing. "I'll get on." "Hahhhha, yes. Let's listen to as many as you like." "No, today ... eh, I'll go another game." I will borrow it. "

Then again they face each other. Percival's bare hands, Duncan's battle axes, and his distance and opportunity. Duncan, who had been held down earlier, was a little cautious, but Percyval came close in a blink of an eye, hitting his arm before swinging down the battle ax. It has been done.

"Hey, it's true ..." "It's still the S rank. You can't lose so easily."

Percival laughed from the air. Duncan smiles and reloads the battle ax.

"I need to train more ... Can Percival sit on Tornella?" "No, I'm planning on going on a trip. Well, I'll stay until the dungeons and guilds settle down. "Well," "Hmm ... you're a spirit of adventurer," "Well, there are, but ... there's an opponent who wants to kill you."

Duncan looked suspicious.

"That's ... I guess he took Bell's feet?" I don't have a good face, but that's all I mean. I had to get rid of it because I was the cause. "

Percival said so and clenched his fist. Then relax and sigh.

"... Well, that's still the story."

I'm worried about the lady's advice in winter, Percyval lost. Duncan is thinking with his arms crossed.

"Sometimes ... I can't imagine. There's a partner I hate so much ..." "Haha, it's better not to be. Even if it's happy. Duncan, couldn't you ask Hanna for something? "

According to Percival, Duncan opened his eyes as he remembered.

"That's right! I need to go back and help with roughing!"

Excuse me! Duncan ran. Percival laughed so tightly.

"You're busy, the man with the bride ... by the way."

I want to go home. If you don't do the chopping, you'll get Kassim teased again and Satie will whisper again. It may be good to play with children.

This time is dear. However, in the depths, the dark passion for revenge continued burning without disappearing. Even if you know it's not good, you can't look away. For many years, they have been fighting on that basis.

But now it's winter preparation. Freezing and dying before revenge is no laugh. Percyval turned his cloak and started walking. The wind came down from the mountain.

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It was hot. Suddenly a burning hot wind blew in and surprised and opened my eyes. The rugged rock surface was illuminated by red light. The sky is dark. It seems to be night. The light source is the ground. Red light is leaking from the cracked earth. Weird sounds were heard. It was like the noise of the ground, something was groaning. Both sides were sloping, with plumes escaping from here and there flowing through the darkness. It looked like a giant monster lit by red light from below. The visibility is not very clear, with some falling down.

The sound of the earth came from my toes to the top of my head. Stare forward looking at me. Something was moving behind the dark and dark. He immediately put his hand on his hips, but no sword. While feeling the heart snarling, it's time to move forward.

He touched the rock surface gently and was surprised. What I thought was a rock was a small dragon carcass. The black scales shine back and glow. I could see that there were many such dead bodies rolling. Although small, they are all dragon species. Among the many beasts, counting from the top is the faster race. Every dragon had a sword wound. The scale, which should be comparable to thick armor, has been slashed to pieces, and some parts have been pierced by brute force. There is no long-range damage such as magic or bow and arrow.

As expected, I have never dealt with this many dragons at once. I do not want to lose to the dragon breed, but there is still some violence. He sewed through the carcasses and proceeded carefully. The number of carcasses gradually increased, and large ones became noticeable. I thought I was still alive, but it doesn't seem to be the case.

A roar suddenly resounds and holds my ears. Hot air blew and the plumes that were blocking view were blown away. A huge dragon was barking. The whole body is covered with black scales, and the eyes glow red. A man stood alone at his feet. Her dark-haired hair with a strong physique has a shaking habit. Persival. As he comes into his eyes, his emotions, such as intense laxity and anger, sadness and hatred, are aroused in his chest, pushing his chest involuntarily. This is not yours. Then, is the feeling of Percival in front of me coming in?

Percival was muttering something.

"Not you ... not you ..."

Looking closely, Percival was tattered. Blood is flowing from the cheeks and forehead, the cloak is broken, and the armor is bumpy. The left arm twisted in an unusual direction, with dripping and blood dripping from the fingertips.

"Can't you kill me? Hey, you too ..."

Percival points his sword in his right hand at the dragon. The dragon also had cuts scattered around, and the scales of the dragons were peeling and bleeding. My eyes are crushed. It was a pretty fierce fight. I'm so sorry that I got hurt.

"Oh, let me end ... this is already ... oh, let's go.

Percival bitterly bitten his tongue. The dragon is also groaning as puzzled. Absolutely strong may not have been driven so far. It seems that understanding has not caught up, but the flames of anger were burning in his remaining eyes.

The dragon peeled its tusks and attacked Percival. Percival does not take a step, but instead comes forward and intercepts it. The fangs and the sword collided and the magical power burst and erupted.

Percival did not protect himself. He treated even the bent left arm as if he were not injured, and ran around endlessly and violently attacked the Black Dragon. The dragon was increasingly pushed by this raging attack. Even the color of fear was floating in his eyes against Percival who was willing to hurt himself. Persival's sword, which should have been only a sword for a dragon, easily cut off the scales, cracked the meat and bored the bones.

There's no point in fighting the demon beasts. Because you are yourself. However, the fighting figure was so sad that he could not do it. One sword slashes the dragon's body, and the dragon's claws, fangs, and flames from its mouth burn the percyval. Each time, my chest stabbed. I understood that it was the pain of Percival. My heart was striking hard to fight with such spiciness.

Eventually the Black Dragon fell. After shaking the ground, the eerie silence wrapped around. Only the slurping sound from the bottom of the ground and the sound of Percival's rough breathing sounded loudly.

Fight alone with the dragon and win. Despite what should have been Venus, there was no color of joy in Percival's expression. It seemed rather disappointing. Sit down beside the dragon's carcass and take a big breath. Fatigue and despair cast shadows on Percival. The appearance looked lonely.

"No matter how much you kill ..."

I suddenly pressed my chest. Take a cough and chew, take out the smell bag from your bosom and hit it against your mouth. He breathed for a while and spit on the ground. Blood was mixed. He was seeking help. But there was also a mind that denied myself seeking it. It clashed and it was terribly painful. The Percival's suffering came in, and she knew it was there. You can see that my breathing becomes rough.

I tried to say something. But there is no word. Even if you try to walk, your feet will not move. Only sadness was overflowing, and my heart was jammed.

The darkness was getting darker. It became black so that the field of view was filled. The last thing I saw was a slightly shivering, tightly squeezed Percival's fist.