I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

"Ugh... gee, goe, goe, goe, goe"

The boy swallowed and coughed thoughtfully with the mouth of a water bottle trying to pour a portable meal (snack) containing a small hungry stomach into the mouth where black food made a shadow.

Are you all right? Feel '

and the beautiful woman who was lying beside him sounds worried and hands gently on his back.

"It's okay, eh, keho...... ha. Thanks."

"I'm not in a hurry, am I? You don't have to drink in such a hurry."

"No, I'm not in a hurry... I wonder if there's even a rumor about it."

I don't know what face you're talking about because of the hood, but the lightness of the tone makes me think he doesn't really care.

Since we met in the basement of the dungeon called the ruins of Ediana, women began to act together in a way that pushed them, and the boy who was in shape at the beginning had also recently become more comfortable.

A combination of a dubiously windy boy with his face covered in a hood over a blackened body and a beautiful, ripe, dazzling woman with straight stretched lustrous white hair. Few would approach him with a relative assessment of how suspicious he was if he was alone, but the presence of a woman beside him, wrapped in luscious beauty, had become a factor in keeping more legitimate people away as much as he felt something deliberate there.

These two...... no, especially if we talk about boys. One of the world's leading people in the profession of "brave man" whose word is "suspicious" and so on is totally unlikely.

"How long does it take to get to their home? If you want to come in, you can also summon some fast-paced servant."

"Uh... foot... is unnecessary. Uh... I mean, I'm looking for a home where I live with my master..."

To some badly toothed boy, the demon lady voices a raised question.

"This may be an unpleasant question if you try to be a human being. What about Phil, his family?

"... family, huh? Hmm. Never mind. I want you to ask me, I don't know my parents' faces or anything. Because he was dumped in his master's territory, not long after he was born. So my parents' lives and deaths are unknown, and I don't know if they have brothers. Master... can I say family? He's like that... but I appreciate you raising him..."

"I see. I hear that brave men are often born into orphans, but who are they?"

"--- Huh? Really? I've never heard of it before. That kind of thing?"

She smiles softly at him, who has rarely eaten into the story.

"It's a story I heard in the days before I was caught, but I don't even think the nature of the world will change in about a thousand years. In one age, the pope of the kingdom of God (Dedudria) leaves this to be said. The consideration of the gods that many of the brave men are born orphans because they make their fences (smudges) as thin as possible. I mean, it's love, '

"... it sounds like a kingdom."

"But you would say that the Pope can only be one who hears the voice of God, right?

The boy, who gave it back in a subtle voice, remained silent for a moment.

"Speaking of which, El Fione was a demon, wasn't he? I thought the devil hated the Reich, but you knew better than that."

'Even if you avoid going through with it, you won't be able to stop what comes into your ear on your own, will you? The demonic species hate the kingdom of God because the land is full of holiness. As much as I am, I don't know why... but I still don't like the air. There are wings. "

"Heh... it is"

Um, and El Fione, who nodded with a difficult face, says with an unexpected change of expression.

'More than that. If you want to meet your master, you should have been one of those souvenirs, right? Mmm... to get Phil's family to recognize me as their partner... we can't be clueless here. People are more annoyed with stories like that than they were in ancient times...'

The behavior of the previously calm boy brave changes to a line like a solitaire leaked from the mouth of a beautiful woman.

"I thought I flushed that story... I knew you were willing to see me... (BOSSO)"

'Hmm?'

"Hey do it! Nothing!?

'Really?... I guess he excels in martial arts as much as he says he is a mentor wearing a great sword technique for the level.... Hmm, then the rare materials that can be used for both weapons and protective equipment will be fine'

A brave man with suspicious behavior rushes to obstruct it to the appearance of a woman who has begun to portray something like a magic formation.

"Huh! Wait, El Fione!! Oh yeah!! You need a souvenir, right?!? But look! Does that mean you have to get it yourself?!

Screaming, she opens her eyes to the way he has put her hands on his shoulders very naturally, and next thing I know, she seems to illuminate. Boys are easily left with souvenirs in this place, and women remain misguided about something, and irresistibly delicate times flow between the two sides...

And the last word leaked out of his mouth.

"Because that's why! Join us now to find a souvenir for your master!! I'll be home later!!!

At the same time he thinks strongly.

Don't let my master see Elle!! Never!!!

——— When this happens, let's go as far away as possible and go home.

It's probably not that far away to realize that's all a mistake in judgment.