"Oh, you're back."
"Welcome back."
An old wizard and a blue and silver-haired spear who seemed to have been awake already, while protecting the early morning spark, felt there signs of their return and shouted and waved.
Rex placed the bell gently on his sleeping bag with his flanking grin and let him greet him lightly, as usual. Then it was time to transfer a new spark to the burning of the bell, which had already disappeared, to check inside the medicine can left hanging, and to add water.
"Is Lord Bell asleep?
Think of my daughter who won't move, apparently she's a little worried and Crawlick's here to see how it goes.
I checked the area around my chest gently going up and down, with a relieved face, and still asked the next man for confirmation just in case.
"Apparently it's too irritating and she's fallen asleep"
To the polite words returned, he smiles complexly with the face he thought, oh.
"Lord Bell doesn't like ghosts. Phantom Town's Haunted Festival must have been exhausting."
"... right"
Likewise, Rex grinned bitterly and made the wizard realize with a fuzzy glance how the brave brunette woke up a little further away. After the wizard who, as usual, went back and said, "I'm sorry to bother you," rocking the ears of the hicko and the white raven.
"Probably, but the attributes are ghosting."
Suddenly he had such a voice, and if he raised his face, it seemed that the boy in the green elf did not squeal from his gaze.
"I can't fix that“ state. "Maybe I can't solve it without a level 30 + witchcraft... well, I don't think there's anything so harmful about it."
It's a bluff, but once you get to the point where you seem to care about this line, the out-of-the-box bell is liked by this party, right? Without opening his eyes, the man loosened his eyes with a hoot to the sign of the bowman girl, who seemed to be somewhat observing this one, with her lying body.
"I only took the pill of hiding people's signs for one night. If the sun rises, it will probably expire as well. I think the change in attributes will be fixed naturally if we wait a little longer. Thanks."
If I gave it back to him that way, there would be a "good thing then" vibe of things he didn't say, and the boy offered his own cup to the wizard who was either lighting it up or noting a drink.
Although witchcraft is a profession prone to the occurrence of peculiar skills, it is difficult to obtain anything that is effective in attacking monsters in general and is difficult to level up.
For example, if you are a witch while having the proper attacking magic activation, or if you are a witch while familiar with physical surgery, the level rises without difficulty even if you enter the field, but for some reason, few people are interested in raising their level in the Indoor. When it comes to the world's poor system of acquiring skills if they are more than a certain extreme without having to rise to a level, etc., and if they continue to be used, the skill rank will rise on its own… but at the earliest it may also be said that it is personal qualities, characteristic of the profession, etc.
Dark-haired brave man zeroes his words ahead of a man blurring as he leaves his body in the trunk.
"Everyone seems to be awake, so let's say we leave as soon as we're ready. From now on, the weather seems a lot crumbling."
"Copy that. You better hurry."
A spearsman whispers a boy and a girl to hasten, and each prepares for rainfall and handily.
After finishing the discipline quickly, they clean up the trail of the camp and follow the brave men who began to advance, one, one, and leave.
At the end of the day, the wizard of the ear stopped with his hand in the face guiding this one, and briefly told him that this one was okay, that he would do something about it. Still, when I left, there was an atmosphere of feeling for Belle, so I laughed bitterly that you were loved.
Is there going to be a day when Arre looks back at her, following the back of a young brunette who at first glance doesn't give a damn about Bell or anything? And it doesn't seem like it's in my eyes at all, so maybe I'm at a good distance.
I've been following the signs of someone from somewhere for a while now, and I just pity the struggle of the girl who stayed asleep.
"I will see you as Lord Dormir Rex, the leader of the Adventurers Guild. I want you to give up your daughter."
A dubious man in a heavy costume, who appeared after the signs of the brave disappeared, as he had predicted fit around the time.
He seems like a magically good person from the way he appeared abruptly.
When the man released the bag silently, he asked me how to get out.
It would simply be gold in the bag because the impact of falling to the ground made the sound of metal not too loud being played with.
That's also a pretty broken forehead for one daughter---.
From what I thought, he grinned and mismocked the reply.
If you want this girl.
In the dark, let me tell you why.
Behind the eyes of a floating grin, a cold light prompted the “circumstances” of the opponent.
"I have no grudges against that daughter. No grudges, but at the employer's request. I didn't mean to go out with one of my daughters… just a little bit, too many incompetent men"
The man breathes with the hu and spins the words "is it not enough" for an atmosphere where there is not even a gavel?
"So I had no choice but to hire a worker, and they said," I had contact, but I couldn't. "
According to wind rumors, that's when he dropped the sign.
Keep talking like a bore.
"It's just that it's time for trouble, and I got to my feet.... but in fact, if you look how it goes nearby, you do have too much luck. Throw the blade and it deviates from wonder. Mix the poison and drop the meal. Neither the magic you set, nor the curse you set, ends without being avoided or activated. There's always a slight timing discrepancy there, and I can't really kill it. You're such a terribly lucky daughter to have all the divine blessings you could possibly have, that you've had such a ridiculous idea. But good luck doesn't last forever. This is how I've been waiting for that cut."
I mean, now's a great time, so I really want you to give up.
The dark man who begged again seemed to overlook the young man in front of him, behind a hood worn deep in his eyes.
The original “missing” information was something that smelled the identity of the “employer" who came out at the beginning, but the story continued whether it was intentional or unconscious.
Either way, "missed." But I could hear an interesting story, and I can easily think of someone who thinks my daughter (Bell) is in the way, even if she doesn't think so deeply. If you put a sieve of wealth and power into hiring this kind of man and gave him a name because of his abilities and characteristics. With the “fame” flowing into the city well or the “reputation” flowing behind it, the Lord's location can be easily squeezed out.
After just letting them talk, what about milk tea beauty?
"I'm sorry, I can't give it to you"
And I whispered in the voice that goes through.
Then he takes the word, and the man returns it as if he were frightened.
"Where one of my daughters disappeared, it wouldn't affect you in any way, would it? She's everywhere. She's an ordinary girl. I don't have to risk my life."
It was a gentle thing to say, but you can take it by force.
Bitterly smiling at the faceless man who stinks of an absolute victory, "You're here," he took a throwing stand at the man as he lowered his back and pulled the knife roughly.
Look at that.
"--Too bad"
And the man who unleashed the gold in a dark voice speaks.
"In your power you will never be able to beat me"
Lex threw a knife with no hesitation at the opponent he let go from the top so he could give it a try.
At a reasonable speed for viewing the condition.
Be honest and pierce the man's chest.
But the trajectory was perfect, but when the blade tip touched the man.
The large knife released slid through the man's body, making sure he was drunk by sandy particulates.
"I just said superiors and so on, in your lord, who can't let go of the devil. The“ Physical Attack Disabled ”gift is torn anyway."
Kuck, a dark laugh sounds, and the man draws a formation.
"I'd rather take a gold coin than take someone who gets slaughtered with no hands or feet. I'm sure you'd think so."
This is my last piece of advice, in front of a man who threatens to blackmail me.
Somehow, even happily, the man looks at the beautiful sturdy with his eyes narrowed, wondering.
"I didn't use it on this body. It was a tie... I had no choice"
Ha ha ha ha, feeling the mutation that happened to me.
"... be... none, chant... eh!?
I wonder why you can make such an artistic monk that even a title-bearing demon can't do it while his body is already engraved.
A stunningly open eye shows the “superior", one by one and two.
Beautiful and stubborn who didn't move a single eyebrow and drop off the tragedy he himself created.
"It's not love, but there is love. The black fog of Lagunesia... you've got your hands on a troublesome human being."
The famous Lagunesian hidden sword if the blade is not delivered.
He said that he would do whatever work was behind him and that the shape he couldn't capture was like a fog.
If you ask so much, you are simply one of the ninjas who has excelled in physical surgery and the magic of movement. but the blade doesn't arrive. In fact, it seems to be the owner of a rare gift such as "Physical Attack Disabled”.
The fog believed in an absolute victory over the man and exposed his secrets.
The opposing man smelled his secret, along with the absolute ruin of the existence of black fog.
After the brave men left, there was one that approached the meadows by walking sharply in a space visited by the same silence that descended on the spot.
"Long time no see, Passiva"
And to a man whispering in a whispering voice.
A black hairy ball of warcraft shouted out of the bush.
"My you."
and groaned.
. . . . .
I wanted to be the daughter-in-law of the brave.
Berlina Lacotte, 18, reincarnated from different worlds.
At that time, beside my sleep, there was such an important event...
I was indulging in a world of comfortable dreams, and I ended up with no idea.