Early tomorrow morning.
At the end of my gaze, arrayed in the shadow of the visible entrance to the village, a familiar party member and several villagers who appeared to drop them off rubbed them off. At first it was a small voice, so I didn't hear it very well, but gradually my voice grew, and finally the voice I heard clarity echoed around.
"So I'll give it to you too!
It was the only daughter of the village chief who said so and walked out of the momentum. He tied his hair up and dressed it with an emphasis on ease of movement, with a barrel with an arrow on his back and a wooden bow.
"It's okay! You can protect yourself! Besides, I think it's definitely better to have directions!
"Still..."
The village chief and his wife walk out following their daughter so as to block the profound voice they were about to say.
"Please, from us, too. This is still the best bow user in the village. I will never let anything stand in your way..."
"Father... Mother..."
It's common for me to look at my daughter who would be staring at her own parents with her raucous eyes, when I watch the story unfold as I think about these events…
"I'm not going to play. If you are unlucky, you will lose your life. So mildly..."
"Yes, I know that well enough"
"We both know that."
My daughter, who nods with a strange face while hiding her expectations, blocking the words that were uttered in an attempt to keep her on foot, and her parents, who accept it lightly. The brave man closes the mouth he is about to say, just returns his gaze and silence to them.
I would have glorified that face, which usually shows little movement, while looking away from such a situation - although normally it would only be a slight change if I saw it - and this one sweats better with a hunch. In a way, their lines, which included signs that even the lives of their precious daughter would be treated lightly, are exactly what they have now stepped on his landmines.
If you take it from the other side and leave it with a high level brave party, I'm sure your daughter will be safe no matter what happens... I guess they don't know how much the presence of that daughter will shackle the party when the incident happens. I've seen it several times before, so I knew very well that he hated situations like this.
But here, it is the brave man who drinks that emotion silently.
After you realize that this is a situation you have to take no matter what, you get all the information you can.
"Do you know the monster level of the cave?
"It's an emergence from an underground tier, from 20 cars. The deeper the level, the more Dungeon Boss is expected to be in the first half of 40 so far"
"What's the encount on the mountain road?
"Same frequency as the field, but rarely hits a level 30 naturally occurring golem"
"What's your level?
"It's 28."
After renting the returned words and putting them between them slightly, the mouth is opened again.
"It's all the way to the entrance to the cave. You can't take him from there."
"Dear brave man!!
I take my gaze off my daughter, who floated with joy, and look back at the party members. That's just what made the usual conversation between them... but there's never going to be a way for her to know that.
For that reason, after finishing the event in the village, when they temporarily added their village daughter to the membership, they finally set off for a dungeon in the back mountain.