As a result, pleasure or misfortune had just been requested to crusade the group of Perutons, so the Adventurer Guild took the dragon rented for a fee, the Winged Dragon Riding Dragon (Langitz) and rushed to the group's sighting point to discover the two strange birds like Yunxia or circle over them, jumping off the riding dragon and quickly annihilating Shirley.
The flesh of demons with magic powers is a treasured substitute for rituals and magic props, especially horns.
More than in ancient times, horns have gathered faith as a symbol of wisdom and power. If we trace history to its origins, it is said that many demons with horns headed by dragons originate in an ecology that gathers magic into horns.
It's the same thing with Peruton, the magic of a bird shadow that kills a human life-form, whose great book is in the horn of a bull.
"Well... you said three bottles would be good"
Cut off three thick and splendid corners, tighten them together with a rope, then place them on the back of the flying dragon and fasten them to the saddle (kura).
"I won't even pinch the day off, but please fly again."
"Quaaaaaaaa!"
When bait smoked meat or nuts are fed instead of lunch, winged dragons chewed in one bite sizzle.
Having received it as an affirmation, Shirley jumps onto the saddle and pulls the reins, Winged Dragon growls with the adventurer on board, winging both wings forcefully in place of his arm and dancing into the universe.
White hair ripples into the wind blowing into the sky, causing colder winds all over her body than the surface, but that doesn't hinder my mother from trying to get back to my daughter as soon as possible.
(The time is just twelve o'clock...... if you go back to nothing like this, you'll be in time for the evening)
Open the pocket watch you took out of your pocket. From flying through the sky and having an advantage across obstacles on the ground, this is the quickest known winged dragon among the riding dragons loaned by the Alliance, but this is also a plain far from the border.
It's not a very good situation to be able to leave Sophie and Tio's side, even though we need to find out who did it.
(Well, even though there's a lot of Martha, I can't believe you're going to ask someone you just met yesterday for a daughter, either.)
Impossible for me once, I'm confused as to whether I'm happy with this change.
You don't completely trust Grania in the first place, and in the worst case, you could be close to the enemy for Shirley.
Still, the current situation, in which the daughters are being targeted by witchcraft, can be protected by Shirley, the swordsman, or it cannot be solved.
The only problem with witchcraft is with the help of a magician. If this were to happen, regret came to me that I should have studied spells and allusions.
(I'm still sweet...... in the hands of such a sweet human being, I will do nothing to protect you)
to further heights. Shirley was determined once again that all she had to do was find the best she could for her daughter.
"Wow!? You did it!"
"Hehe......... yes, you're good. You're so talented."
"Really!?
It was fifteen o'clock in the afternoon that Shirley returned to Villa Taole, who decided to be so prepared. Returning to the room with Pelton's horn, Sophie is somewhat of a fun colluder with Grania.
A small water polo floats in Sophie's palm as she unwittingly hides and peeks softly into them from the shadows.
Grania and Sophie, who teach the complex technique of manipulating witchcraft plainly and carefully, and faithfully reproducing it, were indeed amiable, and Shirley began to be visibly upset when she imagined, in tangible terms, that the figure was a distant sister of the year, or...
"Oh, wow...!
Yolo Yolo and Shirley, who somehow advances her legs to the dining room in the footsteps of a newborn deer who doesn't seem like a "White Sword Ghost" and a shrewd swordsman.
"Hmm? What's wrong?
"Huh!... Huh!! Huh!?
"No, I don't know what you're talking about."
Martha forgives Shirley for pointing out exactly where the room is.
"As a mother... there's a crisis in my position as a mother... Huh!
"Huh? What are you talking about... oh, you know what?"
Martha snorted all the time saying she was good at it.
"Grania's just teaching Sophie magic because she's free to just wait. It wouldn't even be such a big deal."
"Oh no... if it's about the foundation of witchcraft you can even teach me......! Be the first to do that...... turn Sophie's first sorcery into an excuse for me......!
Apparently, Grania's presence as a mother was shaken by what she was not the first to teach, and what she was teaching to embody the impression of an adult woman.
Because it's not the same as the school that originally studied away from her parents, Martha hastily takes one mother as her lead, even if she can't empathize with Shirley.
"Why are you upset about that? You didn't really want to teach Sophie or Tio magic, did you? That's why Sophie was taught by other magicians."
"That is…….. yes...."
Instead of just talking about witchcraft, what is originally called the treatment of energy carries dangers, but there is what is called basic witchcraft for training that eliminates the dangers of magic runoff and other dangers to the extreme after a long study.
A small, non-aggressive sorcery that moves the water in the glass or lets the wind blow in the room. Shirley is also an adventurer in manipulating magic, even though he is not in the main position.
I knew basic magic, and if I wanted to teach it, I could teach it.
"... both Sophie and Tio said they wanted to be adventurers."
"Yeah."
"But you two are just kids. Aren't you willing to just tip it in the same direction and crush the opportunity to look ahead to other futures?"
"Right. I know how that feels."
For some reason it's like a bartender giving advice while hammering exquisite with a customer overflowing with stupidity in the counter seat at a bar late at night, but Shirley himself is serious for not having to look around.
It's natural kindness to want you to live in peace in a peaceful city rather than an adventurer whose life is in danger.
I used to say that if I could show you something that would only convince Shirley after I was fifteen years old after I lost my roots, I could forgive you for being an adventurer, but that's not what I'm talking about.
She didn't come to teach her beloved daughters swords and magic because Shirley hoped that she wouldn't cut off the dreams she'd seen since she grew up, not just the prospects for the future she had in childhood.
"Still... if there's ever going to be a time to teach, then I wanted to teach you......!
"Are you for real?"
Imagine the initial training landscape of the three mothers and daughters and don't even think it's bad, on the contrary, it's good.
But with Grania getting ahead of it, the desire Shirley had secretly turned into a piece of wood dust.
I don't know who's to blame, but the parent idiot who can't stay calm until he calms down this unintelligible feeling is up to him to come and get some time to sort out his feelings like this.
"I've always wanted to do everything I could for my daughters, but when they cross the line in this way, I feel confident as a mother... so I can't live if they don't like me when I go in and stop..."
"You don't have to worry about it. You're a good enough mother. This time, Sophie voluntarily learned magic. Isn't that all?"
I guess there were all sorts of grids. Still, at the end of the day, she gently strokes the head of the semiimmortal (Immortal), whose spirit is also youthful with the appearance of respecting the will of her daughter.
"And Grania didn't teach you anything dangerous, so this is how you got to the dining room, right?
…………
Shirley returns silent affirmation. I was comfortable being an adventurer with good sense to the extent that Yumina and Asterios recommended, although I heard of him as a direct disciple of Canary, but never expected him to take such unexpected damage.
"Ah, Mom! Welcome back!"
His face rises, which was clearly leaning down against his good mood voice. Sophie's hand was gripped with a glass filled with water as she rushed to Shirley with a full smile.
"... Yep, I'm back now. So, what happened?
Shirley floats iron skin for hours whenever possible. From the sight of it, it's a tremendous change, but the inside is harrowed to see if my daughter is pitiful, but Sophie remains in a good mood without realizing it.
"Yeah, I'm here to cup this glass back... yes! Take a look."
Placing the cup on the table and pointing her hands at it, Sophie whines small.
"" Water "..." Ball, Body "... eh..." Floating "... eh"
It is quite obsessive, but it is an indisputable magical chant… a miracle manifestation that implies itself and transforms the phenomenon of the world through it.
The water, which began to vibrate alone, slowly floats, eventually forming a sphere in the air and drifting over Sophie's palm. It's commonly known as "Water Barrett," which is the basis of elementary magic that shoots out bullets of water that wear iron, too, in extreme cases.
"I could do it! Hey Mom, isn't that awesome!? I learned that from Mr. Grania!
Sophie, who usually stretches her back and tries to get an adult attitude, boasts to her mother first of all about the magic she uses for the first time, just because she can't hide her excitement.
After watching it earlier, it was such a crude sorcery that Shirley, who created a sword pseudo-without chanting and specializes in high-speed combat, with the slowness of the time it took to chant and imply characteristic of the beginner, but when she was shown this glowing smile, the wonder and its hand stretched over Sophie's head.
"Yeah, it's still rough, but it's well done for the first time."
"Eh heh"
Sophie doesn't try to avoid it while tickling the feel of being able to stroke her soft gray hair.
Shirley took a deep breath when she said that the parents were so choked that when she saw the child's delightful face, she thought it was good.
…………
"Hmmm... what is it? How hard is it to work when you can stare so hard?
"Nothing. Nothing."
That night, Shirley sends a jittery glance at Grania's back, who worked on the operator's search work using the horns of Peruton as a catalyst, with two colored eyes, pale and red.
Eventually, when he moaned as if to push and kill the grid, he opened his heavy mouth and told him.
"Um…… Thank you very much. Looks like Sophie took care of you."
"Oh, did I ever teach you the basics of witchcraft? You don't have to worry about it. I was free, too."
Shirley would like to say a word of gratitude for her mentoring my daughter, even though she is still on the loose when she returns.
But as if to make fun of her mood like that, Grania laughed with pleasure when she covered her hands to hide the edges of her shapely lips from connecting.
"But you, when I taught you girls magic, I was so adorable that I wanted to teach you magic, I thought about what to do later, but I'm glad you didn't get mad at me. Wow."
"... ooh...!
"That reaction...... it's a picture star. Hehehe...... cute wow. Very older than me...... so much so that I don't think it's the Thirty Ways"
Grania becomes more and more delighted to see The White Sword Ghost hanging out with a star poked at her. Foreword withdrawn, after all, she recognised that she was a direct disciple of Canary and related, with a strange sense of understanding and a hidden meanness.
"... than that, could the killer have been identified?
"Yeah, it's about to start. Wow. Look."
Without pursuing an outspoken client, Grania shows a draped cone at the tip of a pinched thread with a piece of parchment paper and fingertips.
It is a parchment with a black stain that seals the operator's information on a dowding-shaped demonic prop powdered and condensed into a conical shape.
Grania manipulates the black stain on the parchment as the cone shines a pale light as she hangs the dowsing over the parchment.
Dowsing and black staining, which move as if alive, eventually took the form of letters, showing the obnoxious operator's information in Shirley's two-colored eyes.
"The operator's name is Grace Barnes... although it seems aristocratic to have a surname, do you have any idea?
"There isn't. …… Continue?
When prompted, the shaking dowsing and staining reveal the information one after the other.
"The age is twenty-seven, apparently a minor magic researcher for publishing several papers, and his personality is a manual-human in good standing. He is one hundred and seventy centimeters tall and weighs fifty-six kilos. My favorite is a morning set with boiled eggs, and my hobby--"
"I don't need that much detailed personal information. Any more reliable information?
"I don't know... I've been independent in five years since I grew up with four men in the Baron's family, and since then I've been working in research with a mansion in my parents' territory. So it's a motive for targeting your daughter, but it's not personal, and it seems to be because I got a favor."
Shirley unexpectedly wrinkles between her brows. It's good to capture the surgeon, but if there was another mastermind, it wouldn't solve it.
"The identity and purpose of the client are unknown…… but I wonder if the location of the client may be known to some extent from the location of the surgeon?
"Where is Grace Barnes?
"Baron territory near the Imperial Empire... in a large building in that city."
Imperial Empire. That was information that would have impacted Shirley more heavily than the location of the operator.