Fake Holy Sword Story ～I Was Taken Along When I Sold My Childhood Friend～

"... Would you still give us Magari-sama?"

"No, no! I'm not doing it intentionally! I'm looking for it, but I can't find anything ..."

Helge looks at the villager's desperate explanation and laughs with her nose.

It is also a false lie.

In such a small village, I guess one girl cannot be found.

No matter where you are, there must be human eyes.

Nevertheless, the fact that no one has declared it must be because they are trying to hide Magalli in the whole village.

"Did you know? The Saint is important to this country. To conceal it means to avenge the country ... I am not merciless."

"Hi, hi ..."

Looking at the frightened mayor, Helge remorse a little.

It is not something the knight can do, such as scaring the people to protect.

She seems to be upset because she has been given a crucial task of escorting Magali, the oracle's saint, to the royal capital safely.

This mission, more important than his own life without failure, had to succeed anyway.

However, if the essential Magari cannot be found, the premise is overturned.

"We're not free either. Hurry and find Magari-sama."

"Yes, yes!"

In the words of Helge, the villagers begin to search together.

However, I still couldn't find Magari.

This was when Helge's frustration grew, and she was almost shouting again.

"Oops, Magari, Alistair !!"

The village chief shines and looks in one direction.

Helge's face jumps up to the name of Magali and looks in that direction.

"Oh ...!"

I inadvertently leaked an exclamation.

Magali was a very beautiful woman.

He wears a hat made of cloth on his head, but his beautiful purple-black hair, like wet glass, has not lost its charm.

The neatly-looking, mature-looking face probably attracts the men, but now she has a rather sad face, which has attracted them again.

"You are ... Magali ..."

"... Magari is me, let alone whether I should be honored."

Magari responds to Helge's words with a bitter smile.

His voice was beautiful and he sighed unintentionally ... but in his eyes there was a man holding his hands in harmony with her.

"You are……"

"I'm just a childhood friend."

To the question of Helge, the man ... Alistair answered with a fleeting smile.

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"(Uhyahahahahahahahahahaha !!!! I can't escape anymore, Magaripo !!!!)"

"(No !!!!!?!?!?!)"

I was talking to Magali in eye contact.

Ahahahahaha! There is no way to escape!

I will have Magari sacrificed to break away from the uneasy daily life of when I will be disbanded, and continue my peaceful days.

Never escape ...!

I held her hand strongly and strongly with such intentions.

Never escape! !

Magari twists her hands with Gnegune to desperately unwind, but I further strengthen my grip.

"Magari, where did you go?-Even if we searched, we weren't anywhere ..."

"Magari apparently had heard the story of a saint. So I happened to find out ... and persuaded me that ... I can do my best for it. ''

"Is that so……"

“(………… !!!!!!!!!?)”

I'm talking to Vim's worried uncle, instead of Magali, who wouldn't be able to.

Unhappy with my explanation, the old man nodded in a mysterious manner.

It seems that Magari is violently disturbed behind him, but he doesn't mind.

"I see. Thank you for taking the saint. Um ..."

"I am Alistair"

"Yes, Alistair. Thank you."

A knight called Helge bows down.

It's nice to be able to bow down from a person in an upper position. Self-esteem is satisfied.

Well, I've done a good thing, so it's okay to get this much.

"Magari-sama"

Helge kneels and looks at Magari.

I will sneak through my back because I will never go forward any time.

"............!"

It's so pleasant to be able to turn my eyes full of murder ...

Just a scene where Magali is cornered, it seems that many rice can go.

...... No, not in this village.

"Magari ... No, St. Lady. I have finally found this St. Lady. I hope you will fulfill its role for Japan in the future."

"Well, um ... uh ..."

A knight in a position that never lowers his head to villagers, etc., kneels and bows his head.

I want to have a good laugh, but the Magari who receives it is cold sweaty.

I smile with a smile, but I'm not deceived.

He's really driven.

"Well, that ... I am a villager with no knowledge or quality. It would be unfit to say that such a woman would be a great saint. I would not be able to fulfill that role, You won't even agree. ''

Desu

I was about to laugh and hold my belly.

What is that! Esse nobility! Peaks!

"No, don't worry; knowledge and character are all you need to wear, and you don't have to do anything special just to be a saint. And only occasionally walk the city to encourage the people, and there is no reason not to be convinced: you are a saint. There is no one in this country who does not recognize her! "

After Magari's full power, Helge returned everything was OK.

Unfortunately, Magari. You're rattling on your knees ...

"In addition, there is no choice for a person who is not worthy of the Saint. If such a person could be said to be a fake. I will process the fake for the new Saint ...

"Hi ..."

Magari looks at Helge with her sword shaking and pulls her cheek.

"But when I saw Magali, I was convinced that you were worthy of the saint. The reputation of the village chief and the villagers was good ... this is exactly what God sent us to the saint. I think people! "

"That's right ..."

No. Magali, I'm jealous.

It's the only people who have met me for the first time.

No, enviable and enviable.

However, if it is not worthy of a saint, an execution or ...

In other words, Magari cannot go to the capital city and do whatever she wants, and she must keep her stuffy cat.

No, it's life-consuming, so it's better to go to the capital city.

No, I'm enviable.

"Kuh ...!"

Magali's face is slightly disturbed.

… But, in fact, he must be suffering so much that he wants to beat around.

He must be moving his brain in his head desperately.

A sly magari would be good to come up with something ...

"Maybe you are worried about this village? How gentle ..."

"Yes, yes, yes! There is no hesitation in dedicating ourselves to the nation and the people. I knew that I could finally give back to the village. …… ”

Helge begins to say that he is somehow crazy.

Worried about the village? Magari can't do that. He's like you're mocking with your nose from the top of the hill?

However, when the spider thread descends from heaven, she clings to it, and she shows a wonderful cry like a theater performer.

Let's do it ...

Do you hesitate to devote yourself to the nation and the people?

A liar, anything and anything, trying to avoid that situation.

Magari found hope for a moment, but ...

"Please rest assured that this village will provide you with great protection and assistance. It is a village where the saint was born.

"Oh really"

Unfortunately, Magari's hope was shattered.

In this way, Magalli was decided to go to the royal city.

My smile now is shining.