I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

When we got to the village, it was already a festival there.

The word lonely may be superfluous, but I can see it being so vibrant that I don't even think of it as a mountain village in the distance. If it's as busy as this, people's attitudes should be softer than normal, and we walk to the entrance to the village.

From previous experience, I knew that people living on the periphery were not friendly to strangers. Brave men are welcome wherever they go, especially women, but unnamed adventurers are different. In addition to that, I am alarmed wherever I go in my case as to whether the wind of my young daughter's solo journey looks rather suspicious.

Thanks to the life experience of my previous life, there is nothing to say about sharp gaze and cold words, but I want to feel good about this one if possible, so I want to avoid going through the disturbing air as much as possible. So grasping the atmosphere of the people of that village in a conversation with the First Villager is the first job at the time of visiting the village.

I just catch an old man at the entrance to the village getting ready for a pine light and throw the question I always use.

"Hello, is there an inn in this village?

To the emergence of his unfamiliar journey daughter, the old man stops the hand he was moving.

I was viewed from top to bottom for a while and this is the word I returned.

"There is no inn in this village, but if you have any reason to do so, you should ask the village chief. However, since I see a line of brave men today, there won't be any floor vacancies."

"Really? Sorry to bother you."

I realized that staying long was useless, and when I return the favor, I leave the place behind.

Then pretend to look for village shops and listen to the conversations of the villagers who looked like they were standing up somewhere. I can call it a fine eavesdropper, but I only have the means to get information on the brave, so I want you to take a look at it with a great deal of respect. When I finished listening to the obvious, I was told by a villager who seemed busy that there was not even a shop, and I followed the scene unknowingly as I sidelined the preparations for the banquet seat were underway in the middle of the village.

Until the brave man stands here, he will camp as usual.

. . . . .

—— free time - ('△ ")

A high cheer echoes, stopping the hand that was knitting even three of Percy's body hair.

Somehow dismotivated, I rolled aside in my sleeping bag.

I heard in the village during the day that when my village daughter was training on a field closer to the village, she was lucky enough to meet a high level monster whose outbreak was rare and injured. When his daughter is ready that she cannot escape, she is saved by the brave man who was lucky enough to pass there. The clergyman of the Brave Party will do the magic of recovery and the wounds will heal, but my daughter's hips will be crushed and I can't seem to walk. So the brave man came to the village where the purpose was to have his daughter's house, and he could hold her. One (yellow) cheer after another from the villagers who saw it - especially the women. The village chief who came out with something was surprised to see the brave man and his own daughter held by him. Thank you for helping me with the danger, no, this kid has always been dangerous. I don't care how many times I've heard it. If I didn't hear it. If I did... I'd love to thank the brave! All right, let's set up a feast seat tonight!

That's why it's going to this day. The temple unfolds too much, and I'm already hungry.

Apparently, the purpose of the Brave Party's visit to this village in the first place was for a boss attack on a cavernous dungeon in the mountains just on the side. The boss there is the type that influences monster springs, and once defeated, it is six months later that he will be resurrected. It's been about six months since I asked adventurers to attack before, so I guess it's time for the guild to ask for the next one from the village. Only a short while ago, however, the discovery of a huge dungeon in a neighbouring country leaves many middle-level adventurers in spill. It seems that the Alliance made a request to the brave man who was free after finishing his job in Ediana because he could hardly show up with anything to drink about the low rewards and the border conditions. When I connected the villagers' chatter, it all came together like this.

The brave man seems to be planning to stand in the dungeon early tomorrow morning, so I rolled my body again in the bushes outside the village to sleep early today. At the end of that gaze, the Warcraft finally realizes that he is free, and disappears toward the field as he waves his tail.

I spent some time on the spot dazzling, and if I realized it, the time was after midnight. Apparently he was asleep at some point.

With all due respect, there are signs of people nearby when I'm sorry that it's something that woke me up at odd times.

"Dear brave man!

I hear a happy voice and my consciousness surfaces as I was about to fall asleep again. Remaining in a sleeping bag worn all the way to his head, with his body slightly sidelined, there is a leak of pine light in the gap in the bush. As I watched it quietly as I fell asleep, the focus was gradually set and I eventually saw four people's feet.

"What is it? In the middle of the night. If you can't sleep, I'll go out with you, but...?

When the last of the lines is finished in a lighted tone, there is a time in the middle of the night when a pink atmosphere appears.

An adult who thought it was the rumored daughter in the voice I heard, I watched the hiding place called the bush become a blur.

Pretty good-looking and professional: If you call me a brave man, it's only natural that I should be a drag. So far, I've never come across a scene like that in a city or anything, but I don't think a young man can hold a woman or anything, and that's why my love isn't shallow enough to change my eyes on him. Well, if you're talking about having other women after you get married, though there's resistance to the crowd... Without a specific opponent, I think I can leave that to my discretion.

The relationship between a man and a woman is not comprehensible when the memory of a previous life is multiplied by the experience of this world. Because I think people have their own way of approaching it. I do want to be the most likeable person, but even if I harass someone who thinks the same person… I feel something different, and what I get from falling into people is not a lot in the end, past memories tell me.

—— Though. You know, inviting... it's an act you can't imitate...

Though I can try.

Well, that's it.

Maybe it's on the extension line, but you can't “invite” it eventually... (because there's no such technology, and it's so embarrassing in the first place).

I look at the thinner legs and close my eyes without hesitation.

I would have liked you to do it elsewhere anyway... but I don't know, it's like I'd give up some if I thought it was an accident.

I rebelled against pretending to sleep, pretending to sleep, and ah where I thought I might be able to sleep, my deep voice prompted me to surf again.

"... I just came to get some outside air to wake up drunk. Time to go back."

--... Yeahhh!? Dear brave man, it was a monkey, wasn't it!? He was someone who didn't need a drunken awakening or anything!!?!!

He was accidentally putting a fierce penetration into the person who didn't make any difference when he was served fluttering liquor in other villages.

but I understand that there is an obvious rejection there by listening to stiff sounds that are slightly different from the voices I always hear.

My consciousness is sharpened because of it, and even my closed eyes open patchy because of it.

"Ah... did I? Then I'll come home with you!

Unsurprisingly, she didn't! You're happy not to notice!! and unable to move to its impact, I could see the black boots turning back on their heels and going back into the village. A thin leg follows it, naturally.

I distracted myself from the pine light of preparation, the aftermath of the festive noise, and when I leaned back, I looked up at the stars shining in the distance.

—— Yahari... the brave don't like people... no, especially women? Is it...?

Or does that kind of aggressiveness get in the way of eclampsia, I look back at my attitude here these days, and I'm somewhat discouraged.

--... yeah, a little lately... maybe it was too much? If they hate me here, I don't know how to live the rest of my life... (;_;)

Anyway, I've spent my whole life in this life.

Can't be my daughter-in-law = the end. It's called life. I definitely don't want a negative score for being hated.

Let's get started.

I shrugged like that and closed my eyes quietly that night.