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

The horse-riding wagon moves forward while squeezing the wheels. A large four-wheeled carriage was packed full of people, and the Angelines and others were stuck behind.

The weather is fine and the wind is pleasant, so the hood is raised so that the sun hits the sky. The passengers seemed to be enjoying the sun as much as they wanted, but Angeline and others did not feel as excited.

About three days have passed since then. After that night's battle, the joy of defeating the enemy was only a fraction of a second, and the angels who were completely awake were brought their corpses to the guild for the time being. Lionel, who was still alive and doing something, was astonished, but for the time being, moved the corpse to the morgue and slept asleep with no hope.

The next morning, I inspected the corpse again, and found that his face was Ishmer, and although he did not wear bottle-bottom glasses, he knew his head and face. Hopefully, everyone else, including Angeline, would have wished otherwise, but reality was reality.

Despite the turmoil in the heart, thanks to the guild's quick response, Angeline left for Tornera without feeling detained and untidy.

However, it is not an ordinary event because one person died. But Angelin, who has earned his reputation as an S-rank adventurer with a medal, is never said to be just a murderer. The general view was that there were many witnesses in the traffic, some of whom were on guard, and that this would be a legitimate defense.

In addition, Lionel contacted the guild of the Imperial City using crystal communications, and found that there was a significant discrepancy between what was registered in Ishmer and what Angelin knew. Ishmer is supposed to be a high rank adventurer, but his name has been registered, but he has not been promoted from rank E and found no reports of completion of his request. In short, the rank was spoofed, only the name was registered, and it was inactive at all.

"Well, I guess it's like Schweiz's cover ... no, the license is genuine, but it doesn't match that only the rank is registered. I don't think it's fake ... this isn't a level anymore. "

Said Lionel with a bitter smile. A lot of things happened quickly, including that, and I felt it was great that I wanted to escape. I thought I couldn't help sitting at Orphen.

Angelin gently rubbed her bandaged right shoulder. Almost no pain anymore, because I had the guild's potions split. Every morning I wake up thinking it's a dream, but my wounds are unavoidably brought to life. Marguerite opened his mouth frowning.

"That's why Schweiz was really Ishmer. We've been fooled all the time." There should have been a lot, but at such a timing ... "

Anessa is crossing her arms with an unclear expression. Angelin sighs and looks down.

"... I thought I was a friend." "Don't say. I thought so." "Belle, are you sad? Duncan will be sorry ...."

Miriam said so sadly. We joined at Istaf and fought together in "Earth Navel". He went to the Imperial City together and taught me various things. I thought it was enough to leave my back, and I was knowledgeable and dependable. That's why Angelin was disappointed, sad and irritable. Marguerite hit her cheek with both hands.

"Oh, no more. Stop it. I don't know how sunk it was. I couldn't be pleased because I was able to defeat the mastermind."

It's been a long time as an adventurer, but it was my first time betrayed by these good friends. No, if it was originally a mastermind, I would not have thought of this as a friend over there. That further puzzled Angelin.

I hate Schweiz of course. He plagued Satie, deceived Charlotte, and used Bjak extensively. Many of the other problems that have occurred around them have been caused by his actions. I can't seem to like it. The Schweiz and Ishmer never connected. He acted differently in the Imperial City and was reminded of the fact that there was no Ishmer when he was in Schweiz, but his emotions never calmed down.

I don't know what to think. Should I be angry at being deceived, should I be pleased with revenge of Satie, or should I be sad? Anyway, my heart is disturbed.

"... it was real, right?"

Miriam said quietly. It really means that the corpse was Schweiz. Marguerite frowned.

"Even if you don't have a sword, is there any other magician who can hunt Anger to that point? I can only think of Casim or Maria Bah, I am."

Miriam is down. That's exactly what Marguerite says. And the blue flames and pale flashes I saw when I fought in the Imperial City. I don't know anyone else who uses such magic. Maria, who came to inspect the corpse, said so. Schweitz doesn't have to change his face, but only uses his own magic. That is why it is the origin of the name "Blue Flame".

After all, Angelin dropped his shoulder, saying that there was no human being, such as Ishmer. Did all of the things we drink and talk about be lies? Then Angelin wondered what kind of feeling he was with them. I don't think betraying a person is a very good thing. Or did he look good friends on the front and mock themselves on the back? Either way, it feels bad. I thought I didn't want to betray.

"Huh ..."

Angelin also sighed. I felt like my breath was heavy. The mastermind who has manipulated various things so far has died. That fact seemed to be a pleasure, and it was his fellow fighter, albeit at a time, which made a snag that he couldn't be pleased with. Anessa crossed her arms.

"... but I guess that's all done now" I can report that to Sati. "

Miriam says on purpose. Angelin nodded. I decided to do that. Because it was originally an enemy.

"... but it's like this."

I told myself. Nobody says anything. I guess everyone feels like they can't help each other with the bad aftertaste.

When I'm silent, the things that get stuck come to my mind one after another. As Anessa had said, there were plenty of opportunities to surprise Angelin, but why was that timing? I had a space transition and disappeared even in a battle in the Imperial City, but why didn't I escape this time?

Angelin shook his head. I can't help thinking about it now, but I'm struggling one after another. I should have had a good time returning home, but I had to think in a frown.

"... I'll be swung to the last minute."

Muttered Angelin. He knew he was a good opponent, but he was tossing himself with his own death.

Look around to see if you have any doubts. Yakumo was swaying cigarettes at a seat a little away. Lucille is holding her sixth string next to her and closing her eyes. It looks like a sunshine. Marguerite leaned on the edge of the carriage and saw the distant landscape. Miriam holds a knee in the first place even if she stretches out, and Anessa takes a book out of her bag.

Angeline thought it was a peaceful sight. If you return to Tornella as it is, the autumn festival will come soon. Imagine the fun thing happening to the Bergryf, playing with the kids, cooking with Sati, helping the field, and playing with the kids. Then I thought about souvenirs packed in a full bag. There are sweets, dolls and books. Mito, twins and Charlotte will be delighted. I even bought wine and spirits. Both Kashm and Percival should be happy.

That's right, now it's time to get into the mountains and get rocky cowberry. I went to that colony in early spring. It is full of dark green leaves, and in autumn there are many red and fresh little fruits. Even if you pick a full basket, it doesn't look like it's diminished. Enjoy the mountains, enjoy the festivities, and stay up late in front of the fireplace. Schweitz doesn't need to talk about what to do, he can laugh at the silly story. Yes, there's nothing more to worry about. Evil enemies have been defeated. There may be some parts that won't be obvious, but that's a fact.

But when I think so, it's kind of strangely dazzling, and it's timeless. I wouldn't say I wanted to suffer more, but it certainly felt a little unsatisfactory for the last of those who had been tossed around. There was also a desire to resolve the stumbling block.

However, I really want to throw them all and escape to Tornella. Angelin was overwhelmed, with conflicting feelings equally asserting in his chest.

"... what are you doing?"

I imagine the scenery of Tornella as if overpainting the bad feelings.

Selenium knew in a letter that she would move to Tornella earlier this winter. I couldn't write a letter, but Bergliff gave me a letter about once a month. Words of daily life and words that encouraged Angelin were given, and sometimes sentences were written by Satie, Percyval, and Kasim. There was also a pressed flower that seems to have been made by Charlotte.

I can return soon. Traveling a bit, but it's a trivial matter. Angeline closed her eyes and held her knees. I felt a little tingling in the back of my chest.

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A deep blue sky covers the red and yellow forest. Autumn has arrived in earnest. It is the earliest autumn visit in the Principality, but this is common when living in Tornella. In the village, harvesting of spring wheat, potatoes, and beans begins, and sheep are preparing for a winter hut. The fields of autumn wheat are plowed and there are already some seeded fields. It's already cold in the morning and evening, so it's hard to put on light clothes.

Perhaps because the streets were gradually improved, the peddlers started entering and leaving early. The ears seem to be smelling that a dungeon-based economic body is likely to be born here, and are trying to spit on it as soon as possible.

There was such a visitor, but Berggryph was forced to respond, but Selenium, who was already sitting in Tornella, came on a business trip and summarized the story well. Even with the pedestrians who are active enough to extend their legs to the frontiers, selenium crosses more than equal, even if it does not draw a step, and those who are unreasonable and insidious are sticking mercilessly, those who are promising and sincere I summarized the business story properly.

This was a boon to Bergliff, who was good in nature and unfamiliar with negotiations, and reaffirmed Selenium's ability. In this case, Tornella will not be eaten. Bergryf muttered while checking the contract.

"This year ... will we be able to come and go during the winter?" I think we can come. ''

Replied Selenium. Bergliff looks up with a surprise.

"Is this rude, was he speaking ..." "Hey, he was talking clearly." "No, no ..."

Berglyf scratched his cheek with a shy smell, saying that as he grows older he cannot speak more. The guild building has not been built yet. It was unavoidable to go around later because it was a Daikan mansion. Meanwhile, the guild's office work was also done in the office of the Dairy Mansion. Selenium also keeps a variety of materials, so it's more efficient in the end, and it's the dungeon that started with Selene in the first place. Guild work is no strange story.

Bergliff looked out the window. The weather is great. On such a day, I want to go out to the field. In fact, it's a busy harvest time. The mountains are also very fruitful, and there is no day when outside work is missing. Selenium giggled when she saw a fidgeting Berglyph.

"I'm out of the field, Berglyph-sama." It's my job ... "

When merchants come out, we need to have a full-fledged management system. Selenium argued that it would be better to be able to manage such things centrally in the guild, such as the wholesale of materials and the arrival of goods needed for adventure. The guilds of Bordeaux and Olphen have stabilized their operations in that way. This is different from the traditional central guild approach, but it doesn't take any of its breath, so it's going to go smoothly.

The savage Bergglyph was almost swallowed by those things, but I understand his theory and are studying. I feel glad that I still have a lot to learn at this age, and I feel a little tired.

We finished the rough documents and reference materials together, and finally finished. My body is stiff with sitting. Bergliff turned his shoulders and continued to look at the details, pushing his tired eyes over his eyelids. I think this may require glasses over time. Selenium sent the maid a cup of tea and offered a plate with sugar candy.

"Please," "Oh, thank you ..." "It's already autumn."

Selenium said, sitting opposite the Bergliff, and he had a candy.

"Is Angelin coming back to the autumn festival?" Come and want to surprise us. ''

According to Berggriff, Selenium laughed and smiled.

"It's so strong and dependable, Angelin is cute. I really like that place." "Hah, that's right. I can't get through the childish places ... It may be connected to such obedience. ''

The sweetness of the sugar confectionery was washed away with tea, which made me feel comfortable. Selenium also rinses tea, removes steamy glasses and wipes with a handkerchief.

"It's an autumn festival soon." "Yes. It's fast." "I have to help prepare ..." "No, no. There isn't much preparation for the festival."

According to Berggriff, Selenium closed his eyes.

"Is that so?" "Yes. Carrying a statue from the church and cooking it ... More often than not preparing for the festival, it's a lot of work done before the festival. Harvest and winter It's a festival with a great deal of work in preparation. "" Is that so ... When I first came to Tornella, I participated with my sister. "No, everyone was happy at that time. It was gorgeous." I don't think I'll say anything. ''

Said Selenium, wearing glasses and sighing. Bergglyph laughs when he is clingy. I think they are good sisters. Selenium muttered with a cup of tea wrapped in her hands.

"... it's strange. It's all about being helped by Angelin-sama, and now I'm going to be acting in Tornera." "Life is a strange thing. I never imagined that I would be a guild master now. ''

Bergryph shrugged, and Selenium blew out, "Puffy!"

"-I'm sorry, fufufu ... yeah, if you think about it, maybe Belgriff is the most involved."

Berglyf laughed, maybe. Normally, he would not be in such a beautiful room, but would plow the fields, cover his hands and clothes with soil, and take the children to the mountains. Various mountain blessings pleased not only children but also adults. Of course, fresh fruits were enjoyed as they were, as well as dried and stored.

I remember a young Angeline roaring over a bunch of rock cowberry. That little girl is now a prince, or even an empire hero. Because of her daughter, she met the Bordeaux family and reunited with her former friends.

As you work through that thread, you end up in the mountain of Tornella. It was just this season, and Bergliff looked out the window again. The trees were exposed to the cold winds of the morning and evening, and the leaves of the forest were dyed red like burning. If I didn't pick up Angelin at that time ...

"... Surely something has changed since I picked up Anger. It's just surprising ... I don't feel sorry. I'm grateful to that child." I think it's really lucky to get to know Tornella. "

They quieted a little while across the table. The steam rose from the cup and melted into the air. A chicken singing can be heard from afar.

"... Well, I'm going to go to work crazy" "Yeah, surely. I think he'll be happy to talk."

Bergliff smiled and stood up and left the office.

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"Dad, hey, so much!"

A 10-year-old Angelin rushes in with a basket full of rock cowberry. It's okay to drop some from the edge and scatter around your feet.

"Look, you don't have to panic so much."

Bergliff laughed and stroked Angelin's head. Angelin proudly presents her basket and stretches her chest. Nostrils are swollen. Some seemed snacky and had red stains around their mouth. Bergliff loosened his mouth and squeezed Angelin's head.

"Did you eat a pinch?"

Angelin was crazy and hugged the basket.

"Feast tonight!" "Hey, do you want to eat this whole basket?"

Angelin was slightly dissatisfied and pointed, but without further complaining, pressed the basket against the Bergryph. Then grab the empty basket and step again into the rocky cowberry bush.

Rocky cowberry colonies are in the woods but sunny. This area is a rocky slope without tall trees, full of autumn sunlight, and the red fruits shine like jewels. Angelin bowed down, silently picked it and put it in a basket. There are too many treasures to search for treasures, but it seems to be crazy for children anyway. Nevertheless, he occasionally carried a few drops into his mouth, each time relaxing his expression.

A berggriff was also added to the mouth. When you chew, the juice pops out and the feeling of biting the fine seeds is fun. Although it has a strong sour taste, it also has a sweetness, and it lingers. This seasonal treat.

Unlike the Bergglyphs, who need to be alert to plunging prostheses into grass bushes, Angelin walks lightly through the bushes and fills the basket faster than the Bergglyphs. It seemed glad, and Angelin occasionally looked up and compared the Bergliff's basket to his own, laughing proudly.

"Is this a jam?" "Yes. I made it last time ..." "The bottle is full."

Bottling is an effective means of storing for the winter. In addition to fruit jams, boiled vegetables and mushrooms are also made. Most are pottery bottles and jars, but sometimes glass bottles are sold by peddlers. When they are lined up on shelves, it makes you feel rich.

As evening approached, he moved his hand basket, the rock cowberry, to his backpack, and his father and daughter began to descend the mountain. The sun shines on the west mountain, and the shadows grow. Angelin walked slightly ahead of Bergliff with a light step, waving the picked branches. Bergliff then follows slowly. Angelin seems to be learning the road because it is a mountain that he entered many times.

"... Oh, Anger. That's not it."

Still wrong. Berglyf stopped Angelin, whose leg turned to another path. Angelin stopped and turned around.

"... That's right?" "Yes. That's the animal path."

Angelin looked at the animal trail, looked at the other, and ran up to Bergliff to hold his hand. The trees are covered with colored leaves above, and the area is dim. She looked a bit different from when she came during the day, and was a little anxious. Bergliff smiled.

"If you don't care, you'll get lost. Let's go." "Yeah ..."

Angelin squeezed her hand and looked up at Bergliff.

"When you return, do you want to make jam?" "Yes. If you don't make a lot, you'll have to eat before spring comes."

It is Angelin's pleasure to take the softest part of the first snow that falls and cover it with jam of rock lingonberry. I still love raw rock cowberry. Eventually I left the forest. The sky was purple and there was no shadow at my feet anymore. The cold air comes down from the sky, and the blowing wind is cold on the skin. Smoke is rising from the chimneys of the village houses.

The autumn festival is about to begin. Then winter will come soon. They went down to the village.