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

"'' Guaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?

"Kuhahahahaha!! Poor, poor, poor!!

Fathers and brothers competitions, contours…… In the strong and large chain of chains as a substitute for contours, the powerful gravity generated by the canary and the combined moves of the tornado blowing from the foot of the opponent wound up all Red Group participants, and the victory or loss was decided in an instant.

"There you are…………! Mm, it's impotent………………."

"It's an obstructive competition, so you don't have to do this much."

"... hey, come on, get out of here, little one. Heavy."

Kyle looks at the audience as he forgives Leia for fisting and hammering Kud with both hands, who stepped through both his personal and maiden mines, among the Red Group adventurers who crash to the ground. Shirley, who should have been there earlier, doesn't even see her figure.

"What's up, kid? Are you sorry you couldn't show Shirley what you're doing? Whoa, it wasn't active that showed off. You got ugly. Pouxx."

"Gi, Guildmaster"

As usual, Kyle himself moves his temples to the canary chasing the losers with words that backstroke people's nerves, but he manages to indulge in anger and ask what bothers him.

"Um... earlier chain-pulling, the Alliance Master was given a battle in an instant, but it took a long time, didn't it?

Earlier competitions, some time after the start, magic flew between the two groups, and it felt like fighting each other. While feeling so creepy that the canary that was pulling the chain at the beginning was not trying to do anything.

Shortly after that was the scheduled end time for the program, suddenly the Canaries came to decide on the battle at once. It's as if you deliberately extended your time. There is a slight delay in the schedule.

"Could it be... I have something to do with Mr. Shirley, who's been gone a lot since just now...?

"… ha. I thought I'd say something. The concubine was just happy to see you continue your senseless and healthy resistance.

"Is there more to it than that? That's because it's about the Alliance Master. Something bothering you, too?

"Ugh, yeah. If there's nothing there, that's fine."

As she tilted her neck, she watched Kyle's posterior as she returned, and the canary gently snorted.

"Let's get this over with. While this hustle and bustle is delightful."

Time goes back a little bit, just after the chain pull begins.

As if it were a breeze, or a flash of light reflecting mirrors and mirrors, Shirley scaffolds the walls and rooftops of the building, while rushing through the peripheral city at a speed that no one can perceive.

It is difficult to distinguish the ordinary raiders in this city of adventurers, even through Shirley's incompetence. It's a city where people who carry dark objects go everyday. Just looking at it by watermark doesn't make it possible to identify the raiders.

There are raiders heading for school from the narrow back road there.

(Accepted)

That's where Raccoon grips the key. Because he is a small species of body that originally specializes in crisis sensing, the detective magic he uses captures the killing intentions, predatory aspirations, and other harmful malice in general from location to location, and transmits it to Shirley and the others in a sequential fashion.

"Oh! I intercepted -"

He entered the back road without sound and raided the assassin from behind in a slippery motion. At the moment the other person realizes, he or she has already finished cutting consciousness and heads to the designated next location.

Swordsmen who do assassinations more than assassins. I wonder if that appearance in the immortality, and yet discussing the companions like Reapers, is nothing but fear... The moment I face Shirley, the expression of the Nominal Raiders is uniformly strong in fear.

"Thirty-six now...... next"

(Trail by the decoration store!

Fast travel with no shadows left. Several passers-by along the way never even noticed Shirley's presence. Just cover your eyes with dust dancing in a sudden gust. Shirley raided the raiders from above, identifying precisely outside the consciousness of everyone passing by and entering the trail for roofing.

"Thirty-nine."

(Boulevard! A threesome of men disguised as townspeople are heading to school. There are so many people out there, I'll be careful!

Leave the collection of the fainted raiders to the Canaries, while Shirley kicks the wall and climbs onto the unobstructed roof again while moving onto the boulevard. Immediately exercise witchcraft at the same time as discovery.

"Disconnected"

The object of the sorcery is the raiders who go down the boulevard… the passers-by around them.

Inverno, a magic trick that forcefully creates blind spots by interfering with the other person's consciousness information and keeping some of his vision from distracting him. The surgical content is too delicate to be suitable for combat, but too much for ordinary people who are just walking.

That's how the passers-by's consciousness was artificially removed from the three raiders. Shirley attacked from the diagonal sky. Kick the three of them into an unpopular alley using enhanced leg strength while stunning them, next.

(My sister is stretching the end of the competition first! I'm gonna finish the rest of this right now!

(I don't have to be told............ Huh!

Parent-child competition with Tio awaits after chain pulling. Shirley is the Red Team... or the last competition I can get out for my daughter. It is unacceptable to procrastinate for just a second. The reaper who drowned his white hair ran through the city as if it were the wind.

"Respond. Can you hear me? Report the situation."

Three raiders waiting near Villa Taole, speaking to the crystal shaped demonic props used to communicate. But usually the magic props that get an immediate reply just keep silent. How many times has communication been interrupted in this way, the three of them had stopped counting.

"We lost contact again."

It is understandable that it is an obstruction of Shirley, eighty-nine. The communication was interrupted, which means they must have done it. I can only feel threatened by the fact that in a short time we have been training ourselves since childhood and that we have also retained more than half of them.

The total number of raiders sneaking into this city is forty-five. I don't know how many of them got hit anymore.

As one communication after another was interrupted, the three men who had staked out in Villa Taole were trying to implement the measures with a cold sweat that they could not even notice.

"Determine that you can't reach your goals as you are"

"Execute insurance policy"

In physical terms, it is a simple, lucid and very effective means of taking hostage the Inn's general, whose intimacy with the target and his mother is profound.

There is no more troublesome existence than one who acts with their own death in mind. The rest kills the target while he is forcibly holding the general hostage and sealing his movements by threatening to "kill him if he moves" while sticking a blade in front of the target's mother.

... It is difficult for them to understand themselves, but they knew with knowledge and experience that most people would not be able to move properly with it alone.

"Operation commenced."

The back entrance that would lead to the kitchen, hands on that door knob, the moment the raiders opened the door with their brains floating as they first threw a knife at the husband of a damsel who would come in the way, then moved in front of Shirley while taking the damsel hostage...

"Damn!?

Martha and the pawn owner of the inn, each holding a frying pan and a noodle stick, beat the raider hard on the head, as if waiting. Two of the three lost their minds to the kind of shock that made their brains punch in their skulls over and over again.

"Phew...... I heard from Mr. Canary who just came all of a sudden, but I didn't know he was really coming. Hi. Looks like you're trying to take me or my husband hostage, but I don't have a lot of trouble getting you to lick it. We've been dealing with drunk adventurers for almost twenty years."

"Eh."

Raiders who are distracted for a moment by unexpected interceptions but turn to immediate counter-attacks. It's painful to be hit by both of them, but the meditation is ordinary people, there is no way to let them get away in this time... so I reached out to Martha with the knife in one hand.

"Fuck you orah!!

But before that hand touched Martha, one man kicked the side of the raider. He is an adventurer living in Villa Taole. Step on the body of a raider rolling down the ground to a bouncing kick with momentum, as if another adventurer had gotten ahead of him.

Nearly ten adventurers smile invincibly and swordswallowed around the raiders whose bodies sink half into the marsh-liquefied ground by the mixed magic of earth and water attributes while ignoring the pain and checking their surroundings, ringing the bones of their hands.

"Not even until Shirley's guy puts it out. I tried to get my hands on the general and the damsel of Villa Taole. I'm ready, aren't I?

As if slipping, a red group of adventurers who happen to be watching shout out Shirley as she rolls up the smoke and returns to the private school athletic field.

"Hey! Where have you been?! It's gonna start already! Your daughter's waiting!

"... my apologies. I need a little help."

Answering that with a gentle breath, he rushes to Tio's side of the entrance gate.

"My apologies. You've kept me waiting."

"Yeah, it's not so much that I waited, okay, but something happened?

The red eyes that were going to suck up at me looked like I was guessing something. But Shirley denies it with a small smile on her face.

"No, it's really not a big deal, because I've already finished it."

"……… Hmm."

Tio showing some uninspiring, one-off convincing. Such a daughter gently leans over and tells Shirley only in a small voice.

"If you don't want to say much, you don't have to, and if it's over, that's enough, but don't hide from me or Sophie and be impotent."

…………

"We're family... if everything is kept a secret, I'm worried."

Shirley accidentally puts her hand on her cheek. I don't intend to change my expression so much that I can understand it, but my daughter, who is smart at this pace, noticed that even if she didn't know the details, her mother was on the run to solve the problem.

"I'm sorry. I thought it would be a good idea to keep quiet."

"Yeah. Fine. 'Cause I know your mother wouldn't do that meaninglessly."

Releasing his body softly, Tio heads in front of the entrance gate on a small run.

"Look, go. Win here, we have to rewind. Me and your mother don't feel like losing."

"…… yes, right."

At some point Tio had grown up to be a daughter who could accurately even worry about her parents. With such growth dazzling everywhere, and a little bit of a cry inside about the fact that it puts a definite trust in me, I came to this year's athletic event, the last competition I would come out.