Even Though I’m a Former Noble and a Single Mother, My Daughters Are Too Cute and Working as an Adventurer Isn’t Too Much of a Hassle

Sprinkled with golden magic light, Gran suddenly emerged from the distortions created in a space of nothing, looking around in a vicious manner.

"Damn!! Damn it!! Those kids...... where the hell did they go!? Where am I!?

Even the walls, ceilings and floors are covered in bitter rocks, and I guess this place is a cave from what I've seen. Slightly thrown out in the middle of a spacious passage, Gran was bewildered by the fact that he had suddenly moved from the woods on the edge to a strange cave, and as the excitement was pulling in and black-and-white his eyes, a demonic voice was heard from behind him as young as possible.

"This is inside a gold and silver mine in a mining city near Wangdu."

Momentum turns back behind. But there's no one there. Surely there must have been a voice from behind.

"The concubine sent your lord here… The boulder is the Knights Commander (laughing). I didn't know you'd accidentally go into spatial magic."

Next I hear voices coming from directly beside me, swinging my arms but just disturbing the atmosphere to the prank without any response.

"Who!? Show yourselves!!

"Huh? I'm scared of a concubine yelling at a weak maiden"

Words alone make the tone purposeful, and I can't hide the ridicule. Do you realize that, Gran has a blood vessel on his forehead and his face stains bright red?

"You coward! What is hiding forever! Knight to face me squarely!!

"I don't know what the guy who came after the kid said."

A young voice returning to the vegetables for a sober scratch.

"So shut up! That's an operation! To not miss the cowardly Shirley......!

"Ha ha ha ha!! Operation!? It was the operation that was so crudely trying to take hostages!? Ha ha ha ha ha!!

"Wha...... hey............!?

Gran flashes at the laughter of no hesitation whatsoever. It's unnecessarily bad in nature just because I can see that you're making sure that insults are passed on to every part of the word.

"No matter how much in the woods, keeping the trees down so much will be obstructed in a conspicuous way? Now the city adventurer noticed something strange and left it in the woods. On top of that...... poo dull! I didn't know kids would look so good...... BUHAHAHA! Or even if I just remembered already, it's not a laugh! Ha ha ha ha ha!! Do the Knights of the Empire and I not know of any criminal means, even if they are for the purpose of policing!?

Gran realizes her face gets hot. Even though I was the Knight Commander, I hooked up with all the child deception traps of my two children and exposed them to ugliness. The enlarged pride bursts again after being told that they had seen it all.

"Kiki, Kiki you!! So, come out!! Don't you think it sucks to say bad things about people!?

"So that's not what the Lord said."

The figure of Gran, who flirts with Lumigliana and is made fun of by the twins, not to mention the unbearably derisive way in which he is suddenly being moved to the mine, is just the very child who makes a tantrum.

"However, if you are swallowed by the demonic weapon, you may not be able to answer it properly… it is the nature of the Lord."

Happy to have defeated Gran all the way down, the Lord of the Voice finally reveals himself. Floating in an easy-going position like sitting on a sofa in the air with nothing is a luxurious blonde hair and a pitch-black horn that grows from both sides of his head, a testament to the Demons. Fresh-blooded eyes and well-shaped mouths had a common mockery.

"It's been a long time, kid. Ever since the last meeting?

"Are you…… Canary!?

Blonde Girl...... The Golden Witch Canary looks down at Gran physically and psychologically. Not liking the matter, he even called, spitting.

"You still seem like an underdog, unlike an imperial knight, such as an adventurer! Come down, you coward!! This me will succeed!!

"If you can, let me try."

The sight of Gran is suddenly overshadowed by darkness as she whines in such a low voice. When his legs were off the ground and confused that he couldn't make a groan, the next time he realized he couldn't even breathe, he was finally free from the darkness with the sound of crushing rocks when he swung his hands and feet desperately and stormed.

"Buha!? Yikes, what the hell............!?

"Um, no. I was going to make a delightful object out of the Lord's body... even though it's too little material."

Canary shows off one picture. There was a view of Gran embedded from the neck to the top without any destruction in the cave ceiling.

And eroded by dull thought circuits, he instinctively perceives. The Canary, who specializes in space magic, transferred Gran's face in the form of an embedded rock in the moment.

"Next, you might want to try implanting a whole body other than your nose inside the Orihalcon deposits. In the title Amber Modoki the Fool Forever Lonely. Don't you think it's a good idea to leave it in the middle of a cold ore that doesn't move until it's dead in its lifetime and can't even talk? The concubine is now obsessed with" wabi rust "in the country of commerce..."

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!?

The mouth of the Canary elects the Three Days and Moons. Gran slammed me with an overwhelming intention of intimidation aboard the vast golden magical light that blew. Wherever the virtues of earlier prestige went, Gran, whose biological instincts had sharpened, escaped with a pitiful scream.

"Oh, no, you're running away? Good, good job. If you get away from him (...), I'll miss you."

Gran, who desperately escapes without even reaching such a voice, turns around the corner and is suddenly subjected to killings that freeze his entire body, making his body stiff.

There he could carry the nothingness of a single Rapier's cut down to the ground, where Shirley stood staring at Gran with freezing pale eyes and burning out red eyes.

"Oh, you are............!

"Long time no see...... should I say? You've changed a lot."

A flat voice, as if it were even a public tale, felt so horrible that under this circumstance it would be bottom-cold. The witch at the rear gate to the sword ghost at the front gate, Gran was truly driven into a desperate predicament, but against him like that the Canary hangs a crane's voice.

"Look, what's wrong? If you take him down, all you have to do is run, okay? Don't worry, the concubine won't do anything."

Even though reason was mixed, Gran, pushed to the extreme, believed the witch's sweet words, which he didn't even know were true or false.

But this must actually be an opportunity. There is some research on Shirley. Once wounded, she is a semiimmortal (Immortal) who is forced to restore her own body except her brain with immense magic and strength.

In contrast, this is a demon sword made of Adamantite, said to be an absolutely indestructible metal, using the Practicing Demon's Rigid Sword (Dinesleif) as its nucleus, to extract extended information from the soul of the enclosed victim and restore the flesh to an unlimited extent.

Simply put, it is overwhelmingly advantageous in immortality. Things If you fight in close proximity, you can say that if you let it bring you into a long battle, this victory will be confirmed. Without the skill of the laborious dwarf, you wouldn't even be able to make it deform. Impossible such as crushing Adamantite's sword...... inevitably, joy floats in Gran's face.

"Ha... Ha ha ha ha! After all, Heaven didn't let me go! I must be the most powerful swordsman in the world! Now is the time to slaughter you, and after I feed you, I will slash off the hands and feet of that petty little girl and offer it to Your Majesty! That way Alice should wake up and realize her true love with me too. Ahhh!!

I have blindly believed in my adherence as a swordsman, the fear I once had of Shirley, and my loyalty to my former best friend. A sword with all of them is swung down against Shirley's brain.

No more impending than physical differences. Gran was bracketed high enough to shred him while avoiding at best, but surprisingly Shirley had intercepted him with a fine spike sword.

If one can see with a little certainty that the appraisal eye is done by a famous artisan, it is a fine construction, but the material is just steel. Due to the nature of the weapon Rapier, the body is light and thin. It is visible to be crushed by a boneless sword grown from the tip of a giant arm, but there is no stray whatsoever in Oddeye, which hosts an alien ability to see all of Shirley.

"In everything...... cluttered!

Shirley's eyes sparkle with evil flashes that praised Gran's flashes. The entire body is then stripped (spring), and a thrust by Rapier is released along with a step that breaks the rock from the body's position like a bow.

The cutting-edge creates countless ripples over the wall of sound speed many times, and wears a blade of dynsleif. Shirley's blow, which captures exactly one point below the blade and the tip, each other in millimeters, causes Gran's blow to stop beyond his physique and muscle strength differences.

"Guhhhhhhhh!?

All that or the shock of Shirley's thrust ravages Grant's right arm and flesh bounces off his shoulder. The impact runs through the cave, through the mine and into space with wind holes in thick clouds. Flying slaughter far beyond reason with a beautiful round hole in a meteorite drifting through the darkness.

But with so much blow, Adamantite won't get one scratch. In fact, Shirley also tried to kill him with just a sword technique, but that's impossible.

... but it is her alien powers that make it possible.

"Ba...... stupid............!?

It sounds like a big crack in the metal. When he realized that the source was at the tip of his right arm, Gran shrugged in spite of the fighting.

"It's Adamantite......? It's the hardest demon sword in the world......? Yet why.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The crack that spreads within the view. Finally, the Unbreakable Devil's Sword turns into a fine piece of metal, while vanishing the prototype to the halfway point.

"Yet why break!? My Wolves family heirloom, Dinesleif loses to such a thin rapier, and more!! What the hell did you do? Ahhhhh!?

It was Gran screaming all the time that he couldn't believe it, but Shirley didn't use magic to interfere with Dinesleif.

All shaped substances have a debacle. That is only a small point like an invisible needle tip, but if that point is worn at an individually defined angle, a defined force, at the end of the day, the object begins to collapse without being able to retain its shape.

Shirley's incompetence sees through one point of its destruction, and the transcendental skill lies in a fierce sword trident that pierces that point with exquisite force and angle. The secret sword of the White Sword Ghost, created when my daughter once assumed that she would be trapped in a sturdy room or jail-like place, free the souls of the mutilated and slaughtered Emperor Nationals from the sword on which Bug Eating (Mumbling) dwelled many resentments, specialized in objective destruction.

The thick bundle of hands and feet that covered Gran's entire body with the collapse of the demonic weapon also collapsed into rot, and Alice and Gran sank together into the flesh that guzzled him. Strength is lost. With that, cloudy reason returned to sanity, and Gran was to be attacked by intense self-loathing in view of his actions.

Both misdemeanor and innocent people without any sin have taken the Devil's Sword, which was contraindicated and sealed from the rush of losing to Lumigliana in the previous year's militant festival, and turned it into their own food as bait for a large number of Devil's weapons.

Where did I go, once marching with a noble aspiration? Since when have you started making such mistakes? Even if it was the hang-up of being shown off Shirley's talent, he said that if he had stacked drills knowing they wouldn't reach him, he might have been able to walk the unclean chivalry he dreamed of as a boy.

(……… Alice…………)

Still, there should have been a way left to start over somewhere. Yet for more than a decade now, it wasn't until Alice and I met that we couldn't go back, nestled in the lazy mud.

The curse of the demonic weapon was broken, and I learned about Alice's nature, but I realized it. To the fact that I do not realize in any way the nature of a bad girl in this true sense, and that it is a dogma that has corrupted all my adolescence to achieve precious growth.

"It's your fault...! You... you made me...!

Still, Gran, who has kept his pride by looking down at others for years and making himself in a high place, also tries to assume that this result is all Alice's fault. A weak man, both physically and mentally, who cannot turn away from the fact that his immaturity is the result of what he has earnestly invited, but who does not feel able to preserve himself unless he does so, sends a mere curse to a woman who has whispered love for more than a decade.

"Fuck............! Die, die and make amends......! Even you, if only you hadn't shown up...... the happiness of the crowd...... there could have been happiness as a nobleman......!

Rebellion for what I had lost, or reason could perceive my ending to visit after this. He tried to do harm to an enemy nation that laid down a non-interference treaty, to a twin girl who should never be involved, in her capacity as the Knights of the Empire.

If you need to confiscate the title, dismiss the knight, you're still better off. Understanding that there could also be enough humiliating public executions after the worst of torture, Gran darkened his eyes to impending fear and hatred for Alice, and irrevocable regret, leaving his consciousness intact.