I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

Because I heard you were leaving tomorrow ---.

The wizard boy went back from the dungeon and went down to town to look for the store wondering if there was anything he could give her.

I can't get her figure out of my head the whole time I jumped on the arm of an older brave man then.

And in the dungeon boss battle, the hindsight that helped us in danger is also vivid.

The red-purple ponytail in the wind is burning as her strong impression in both memories, and every time I remember it, my heart goes out of its way... The boy unconsciously bought a hair string that would suit that hair color, and got one of the powerful demonic stones that his magic could put in at a specialty store.

Now that I could give her a thank-you gift, it was bad that she was feeling a little floated. It's supposed to be a small town, but I'm stunningly lost and I don't know my way home.

Even if I want to ask the people on the road, I can clearly see the feeling of rushing into the house because the footsteps are unmistakable before sundown. It was when I was looking for someone who could afford some time to stand somewhere to hang out with me on my errands.

The woman I saw was kind enough to speak to me.

But it was also in the meantime that I was relieved that I could go home now. The man who saw the brave man in the mess seems to have come looking for him, turning the boy over to him.

When the brave man told him that his grandfather was worried because he was returning late, he immediately realized how he could not return. He deliberately summoned the Spirit when he said he would let me guide him on this.

But why the spirits? Thought so.

I looked in her direction and I said, "Can you go home alone? I've heard."

Somehow, I felt like I shouldn't say "impossible” on such occasions —— in fact, if the Spirit were to give me directions, because I knew I could make it home safely —— if I returned the affirmation. The brave man soon disappears toward the path she left.

Was there something in a hurry? and the boy wondered a little, though he tried to tilt his neck. He followed the Spirit as he was told he would regain his mind and went back to the lord's mansion, where his esteemed grandfather awaited.

Then we all surround the evening meal with the brave men who slightly set aside their time to return. Back in the room, he told his grandfather how to magically enclose in decorative stones and immersed himself in the task until he could convince him.

And the next day.

"Thank you for helping me in a dangerous place yesterday..."

And that's when I gave him my stoned hair string.

If I was talking to the public with her for accepting it happily, I'd be off the record somewhere.

"If I can't have my brother like this, I must welcome my son-in-law responsibly."

That's how she talks.

Next, what is the ideal male portrait in her and what is the subject of it?

"There is no blood of a weak man in the Grazia family, the sword of Granthulus," "unless the lords can still handle one of their weapons".

Among other things, her lines captured his ears as strong as they were still young.

And in tears.

A black-eared boy whispered to his neighbor's grandfather as he dropped her off from town with his entourage.

"Me, I'm going to be a wizard, let's not..."

and.

On this day, the boy's destiny turned tremendously, and finally, he stiffened his always-flexible, calm, white-eared rabbit grandfather for a while.