I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

If you head north through the kingdom of Arwana, aiming for a passage to one country included in the imperial territory, you will be stopped by the village chief in the small village where you passed through.

As usual, Rice and Reps laughed bitterly, "Why don't you forgive me for one day," crying down where I politely put no, even if I managed to do it there, just for one day, because it's the afterlife. He exhaled lightly at the steps of the village chief, who was not likely to move from the dugout unless he shook his head vertically.

If you ask me in detail, I really want you to attend a small festival in the village tomorrow. In the position of guest, it's good to just join us. When it was a festival of women to men giving a round of flowers, I finally heard about the men and women who were going on the road at bedtime that day, and I looked up at the night sky and wondered if the point was "something like that”.

The village is in a much wealthier category than the neighboring "villages," and there are about five inns in a row that host travelers. While the sun was still bright as I set foot here, the signs of the bell that had followed me disappeared behind them, so I asked for the lodging as it was in ten or eighty-nine years. However, when I measured the festivities that I saw and heard at dinner, and saw her going “how comfortable” there, I was wondering if the inn would have been safely removed and went outside.

Lately... as much as possible, I've been itinerating with the appropriations I can get for the inn...

Fun faces blurry to mind even if it's Nojuku, no, but... no matter how fine it is, there should be a roof... Without knowing why I was thinking about it, I tried to change my mind and walked straight to the exit of the village with only my gaze flowing sideways.

After a short stroll around the village and making sure there were no signs of people. I think the inn has been safely taken, and I look up at the light.

-- "Is that it? But wasn't the house of the brave, the marriage decided to look for itself?

and. Unexpectedly, at that time, I saw her floating, talking strangely...

--……… No. No way. That can't be... not...

Think so.

The reason why my adoptive mother hasn't sent me a warrant for a political marriage until now is that she is still the son of someone else who my adoptive father (Chichi) just brought in... that's what I thought.

Assuming that Bell is right… the person to marry searches for himself, if it was a home lesson….

Even myself, not knowing the rush and honor of an aristocratic society... why does that old house of history have so little status or wealth that it is whispered "fallen" with no sign of darkness behind it... maybe it all comes down to such “family training”...? and.

The Gracis were among the first to marry civilians, creating a culture of tolerance for marriages between nobles and civilians in Granthulus. An unusual but favorable instructor returns the memory of smiling in the history of national studies... As ridiculous as that sounds, it returns to the memory of one of the sons of the upper aristocracy laughing spirally, "That's why I lost my personality".

When I went home and opened the history books, there was a record of the contemporaries of history and a few pussies marrying their wives from layers known as civilians… at the time I simply thought to such a child's heart, "Some houses care about family character, some don't care… the aristocratic society is strange..."

Step in there and see why that happened. At the time, he was at the heart of politics, and the marriage of the Gracis family, which was three famous houses, was a revolutionary transformation in that era, when he married his wife from the civilian population, turning the hearts and minds of the people who were moving away to the centre again, his instructor said. From the beginning, there was no such big thought… simply suppose that the person you liked was just "yes”.

I feel like a neat thread of cause and effect will tie in there...

I've never even heard of such family training in the first place. In retrospect, I do remember the adoptive mother (ha) taking care of herself like a real son... and in the midst of that confusion where the adoptive father (chi) disappeared and suddenly his self-employment turned into the letters of the brave man, he seemed to have been sent to some houses where he found out about it, such as the body books of the proposal, but this is the one who conjectured at them in the tragically torn and abandoned crumbs, oh, was it a match that didn't suit him...

Such an adoptive mother's behavior… if, yes.

It's as if the true meaning of not having a warrant to "come home" even now... can also be taken to mean bringing your favorite opponent.

In doing so, when did I become completely infected with the “common sense of aristocratic society"? I thought it was so closed that I kept my mind away from my adoptive mother, it seemed.

The more I think about it, the more I wonder if it's "no way”...

So I shook my head once, and now I'm going to stop, and I'm going back down the road.

If you did some light exercise the next morning and had breakfast. I want you to keep moving to the square and wait. And the village chief bowed his head to make sure that the flowers he had given would be pleasant. At dinner the previous day, I was poured liquor into the cup at a speed that inhibited my hand from eating, so I guess I will still be surrounded by village girls, etc., today.

If that's how you get to the square seat with a party member. After a very short greeting, the fireworks for the start of the festival rose, and the village daughter and others who had returned shortly pressed Krawa's flowers to us and here. If you take them as if they were one, another, and half working, silently in your hands. The flowers glow pale and disappear with one, one. The explanation is accompanied by [Hannah's favor], [Leanne's longing], [Eliza's invitation] and the desire of one of the men entrusted to the flower, to bury himself, one more, around himself. If the first waves are caught by a large crowd, it is a feast arrangement from there.

Honestly, plain and pitiful, I wonder what it would be like for a man like this... I don't think so.

I still have a face that seems a little good and a profession of bravery… and I'm still cold somewhere and I can't float. I could not reward them on the edge of their favor, but I nevertheless stretched out the cup as equally emptied as possible in an attempt to be sincere.

Ask questions and return words as equitably and as crudely as possible beside pouring alcohol. The younger the daughters, the more honest they ask, the farther the rhetoric gets to adulthood, and the deeper they want to make sense when they become women. How much depth should this one respond to? It's a totally headache story... and I'm sorry to make it easy. I don't like these rushes… apparently I'm very bad at them.

Come there, and, uh, I see my daughter around the same age as Bell... Had I sprung my love for you and watched you like that pushing you with momentum at times.

--... If you're normal, you are.

Where did you take it, young man? This is the normal area, I guess, of course.

After that, face the daughters, etc. who come to offer flowers temporarily. Drinking sweet liquor, far more than the amount of meals. Stop my daughters from poking at me... I don't show up forever, I think I'm used to seeing her.

Belle said she'd try this festival too. Because Rice Yube was zero... I thought he would show up again at some point...

--... No, that's... not complacency...

Or maybe she's immersed in something unusual again because it's about her.

Like in the library of Nebra's Castle on the End of the Island. Sleeping face breathing quietly with a loose grip on the pen in an inconsistent bunch of paper, an elf-language book that stays open, written indifferently. When I'm sleeping like this, I think I'm old enough… I remember re-hanging my fallen blanket.

And then the sun went down, and I noticed what was going on around here.

--... but I'm not going home this far... What the hell are you doing...?

and. Once you care, you care, and if you care, you can't stop...

They accidentally looked at my floating hips, which way? If asked.

Be aware of the poker face and add to it… casually. I don't want you to follow me if you can… and tell me to put it on the atmosphere. I walked to the village chief's house once I saw him disappear, and apparently he believed that he had taken a seat for all his uses. I didn't lie to my daughters because it's true that I have errands to do in the first place. However, he wants to devote some time to something that concerns him… he quickly cleans his hands, narrows his existential skills and sneaks out the back door.

It seems that even at this late hour there are still a few daughters returning from the hills of Krawa, diving into the shadows and waiting for them to go by, aware of such signs. When I managed to reach the entrance to the hill, just then, the fence to the hill was closed. The man in charge of the clerk zeroed his words and walked off towards the village square, gently crossing the closed waist fence.

Look at the bustling hills of Krawa, where the sunset red sun shoots, at its smallest height, at the bell overlooking the slopes. She sat with her knees small on the thick cloth she laid, looking at the hill Krawa and staying there almost motionless.

I was the first to wonder what the hell you were doing... The face is slightly serious and the atmosphere is difficult to hear, so stay away and watch how it goes while killing the signs.

If you stay put for a while, accidentally she stands up---.

Because I rushed out the sloping surface, even though it was sloping.

This one, who was poked at, just stared at.

Ahead of her run, she stared at herself pruning Krawa, happily from the bottom of her heart, "I found it!" She screamed... a little, left in dazzling comfort... her eyes narrowed and enchanted herself.

Slightly and roll straight onto the slope, to the innocence of crushing a bunch of Krawa in obsessive fashion.

—— Well, if you do that in a way, you think you deserve the year...

And get close in a frightened way.

It's time to get your mind on it, isn't it? And when I reached for her, I went back to "as usual” where I suddenly solidified in a weird move from where I peered in. After taking his hand and waking up, Bell said, "Go ahead," as he dyed his face bright red, how embarrassed he was to be seen innocent.

I'm glad I found it enough to roll around the hill. I was wondering if you were upset enough to let go of that one so lightly... I guess it's the leaves I found in the corner, so you should take care of it. When I tried to say that, I opened my mouth, and in the meantime, did I interpret the drifting silence in a different way, because I looked slightly distorted in the face and tried to pull my hand... When I accidentally took the stem off, she was shocked, panicked and let go of her hand and said, "I'm sorry for these leaves". I told this one to squeeze.

So for the first time, I realized I was a "flower replacement” and I was pretty dull.

Shortly after I was honestly impressed to see the four-leaf Krawa swayed by the wind across the fudge, I see, this is rare...

[Four Leaf Clovers: Fortune Value Up 20]

An explanatory notation specific to the brave man appears in his sight.

Learn from the inner discomfort of your body that the parameters penetrate into you.

Unexpectedly, pull out the status card.

Look out for amazing numbers that are well added to the “good luck" that should have been low...

"I haven't been up there in over 15 years..."

and.

At that time, I ran up the hill, and the wind stroked the two of us...

After a long journey, I occasionally see a guy like that.

The person of the cause… should I say the person of the yin edge of the invisible edge?

An edged opponent often brings a hard time here, but there's a guy who brings more survival than he can make up for...

So the adoptive father of memory laughs ---.

Well, what is it?

I mean, that's who he's destined to be...

and.

A deeply loving look that has never been directed at any woman.

Towards a Rin woman with water in a warm garden.

That's why it's me.

About getting married, you can...?

I remember laughing at the prank so vividly.

—— That's right.

Speaking of which.

It's me.

Thus, many times, from her...

I thought you were getting an unexpected “luck."

No, to tell the truth, I thought of it a long time ago...

Still am.

--... so there's nothing to do... but...

At that time, Bell looked up at this one who had started to think about it.

You look as if you've heard such a voice in your heart and give up something... because it seeped sorrow.

—— The...

"Sorry..."

Now, a little, confused...

So.

"... the filling, one day, must"

If you squeeze that out.

For some reason she just opened her eyes a little and laughed softly.

I want you to be happy anyway, that kind of "filling in" would be happier, he said.

I thought hard, and I started climbing the loose hills... just wondered if they'd left me like this before...

So again, the memories of the past are reminded of different things in the back of my brain.

"The brave man is quite handsome, too."

"... you have a good face?

And to myself I asked.

She used to. She asked, and she just smiled.

"It's this guy, I thought. Brave men are destiny to me."

and.

Yes, the person who ran out of words… climbed the hill where the sunset plunged in, pushing his softly spread luggage into the bag as if nothing had happened.

Bell, for example, told me that he was destined...

If you felt like you were destined to bell yourself, or here...

From there, memories become obscure, climbing hills, walking next door. Down the hill, jumping over the fence at the entrance to the village. Now look out for her hindsight with her hands up...

I couldn't help but notice, in the luxurious rear of her.

—— If you feel that girl is destined... can you love her...?

and.

Asked no one.

If that's how you ask me if I can love you...

--... I... can love... maybe.

and.

The whiteness of the cloth that fell from the white skin of one day's inn floated unexpectedly.

--... I'll, maybe, that much... I can love her... maybe.

and.

Think of it...

If you think about it......

Forced to peel his gaze off.

I just realized here… what are you going to do when you realize it?

To the awkwardness that stood up on my chest, I diverted my consciousness to another place... so I wouldn't do anything about it...? and. I rush away from consciousness again.

The banquet seats that returned that way were as lively as ever.

This is a little distracting… and is it unconscious that you exhaled?

And then I said to Beryl, "... did you get flowers?," he asked unexpectedly, "... oh," he said, thinking of his memory on an awkward hill around his chest.

How did you take it? "... hmm," he seemed uninterested, dropping off the girl who had left, bitterly.