"Belle...!
"Ha..."
--... light (hikaru) eh...!
Honestly... I don't really remember your face.
For the story of a mediocre daughter who fell in love with a different world reincarnation, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
The name the clergy tells me to give you with money. I think it's a miracle that people close to the most honorable official god in the area have a middle name, ray.
Never met, never seen, the gods watching the world were unexpectedly familiar... that was an impressive event. A childhood friend of mine told me he was staying at the Oracle. Finally, I felt like believing in the gods.
Chris Ray Gracis, Brave Man of the East
The call of light, which in the previous world was technically a “ray”, showed some kind of delusion that I wanted to believe in the vague tremor of my mind. The reason I inadvertently started chasing this guy without even waving my side is because I don't know why, the exaltation from the bottom of my heart and. From the name that brings to light, which the gods give. For one thing, it was such a trivial bet, the love of the goddess and let's believe it.
And the tentative ex-husband shook off the fifteen daughters that followed him with a cold bare gesture.
Oh, I'm serious. Relentless.
In the meadow leaving Chorus Tenia, the active brave party of three adult men, it quickly disappeared with stunning health. I'm more realistic than I was. The body of fifteen daughters, more realistic than themselves, it quickly made a sound in stunning poverty. I didn't think it was suitable, but I should have been physically fit for some martial arts. A regret I still can't forget, it was only that one color.
The beginning of the year has always been like that, and I am repeatedly pulled away from thinking I finally caught up with the face of a brave party doing my job at the request. The first year was survived by a passion that just "might be".
Finally, a few days late, I was able to get to the city where the "brave party stays" and I touched the reality of a deeper brave party the following year. I didn't catch up until then, so I didn't get a chance to see the "joining events” happening at the edge of the guild or the city, and it became the feather of my daily routine.
young brave man, and handsome, a woman who wants to join the party of Somewhere unusual brave to put a no every time to a beautiful, aristocratic and adventurous woman on Temple Street. It is a topic that can be said in front of him, but the brave men of the east were men, years of trials in a sense in which such underlooked rumors circulated.
In fact, there were some guys who came to me with rumors like that, but is Mr. Chris vegan and through, pretending to be unfamiliar even though he knew it? The brave men of the east, who are also oligarchy, were unsociable in the first place, and that's also the charm of Mysterious, but is the rumor the belly of the women waved by him, or the reverse-gillet harassment around him? The average person, including me, who happened to watch such an event, well, I guess this guy, he's not the kind of man they say he is, so duly acclaimed and the rumors silenced for no time.
The route was a little uneven, so I'll just get back to it.
In the meantime, a woman of high flying, arrogant and arrogant descent also came before you, but in the first place, a woman who is noble but who also treats those under her control equally, oh, a woman who I thought she would have no choice... roughly three “connected” people with equal sleeves. If so, what kind of woman does this person prefer...? And, my gaze never matched, but I was probably guessing. In time, at the time I try to join the wheel as a bystander to the event, to the atmosphere of leaving the scene, is that it? Could you have noticed?? (...) and. It may also be a nostalgic memory now that I think about it that has become a delightfully lonely, complex emotion.
I was not so much of a human being, taught by the Buddha, and when I tasted it for the third time, I stopped pattering behind him in the city. I somehow cooked and sold dishes from the previous world, wondering if anyone had been reincarnated or tripped in the same way, such as in cities with guilds and commercial free zones, until the brave men set out. Oh, this is a good opportunity to appeal to goodness ♪ and what I came up with is the one called blah blah blah blah blah blah.
The month passed, about a year and a half after I started chasing (stalking). Having stopped lagging for a while since my departure, I find myself laughing bitterly at the field of high-level monsters who happen to pass by, apparently showing me why I left them behind. I'm fine with the special skills that have come to mind. I wish I hadn't told him first when I had the chance to talk to him one day, though. I knew he was serious, hard to understand but sweet. Maybe it's a trick, but it's similar and troublesome... Wouldn't this chase be the only way to work your life anymore? I was so inclined to think of such a ridiculous idea. I guess that's what Ish was saying, that I'd liked him so much by now.
And two years and a little. Brave men in the east are toddler hobbies---.
At an event that wreaked havoc in some areas, the brave man brought a beautiful girl younger than me to the party.
Well, almost entirely from those who watched the end up close, in the end this brave man was just looking for talent that was completely unaware of him... My real father is financially powerless, as are my four older brothers. My fifth eldest daughter maintains a household as a young girl, some sort of distorted family to look after... blah blah blah. Didn't even he learn sympathy? And there's a reality as it seems.
By King Elf's genealogy that no man likes, no doubt her mother rides the same genealogy. If you're going to follow up with a little disrespect, Shush-chan's father was a fluffy, naturally damned man… motivated, but for some reason only good at family medicine in the type that goes behind everything he does, he was a playboy, as is often the case in BL comics. I'd like to try to surround myself, not even with a man, lovely, beautiful.... No, for once, it's a follow up, huh? Because of that, her mother flies four father-like brothers and taps into her hunting skills primarily to light other worlds… it kind of twitches her eyes...
Shrew, who provides for five men on a small local income and knows enough not to like the financial rigour, has no quarrel with him, a brave man who visited to crusade a high level monster that has been nestled in a nearby forest. Lightly guided to the scene and cold over the dry on the way home. In the moment of saying Sayonara without even Nicoli, "Take her if you like..." said the great member of the regional guild, "Please...!! (Please! I need you to manage to improve her household situation!)" He showed a strong willingness, glancing in the frigid air, through. Two of you, Mr. Rice and Mr. Reps, who laughed bitterly, found him a brave man who rarely gets lost and says, "About this much". One crusade for a brave party, knowing its rough paycheck and seeing something glowing in her eyes for a moment, the faces wanted me to be hired, to let Shredded in with that air.
What percentage of the salary will be distributed to this guild. The men of the Beryl family who headed after such a process were briefly exposed to the revelation that it was already in terrible condition. A "glittering” father cried first for his age, followed by four similarly similiar brothers. It would be called a male cry. That, for some reason, looks like a beautiful girl's tear... Yeah, yeah, it was miserable. It was miserable even from a distance. That much space... I didn't have fantasy either. The potential of this world is local. Afterwards, the paintings of the sobbing faces were also quite beautiful, but the family convinced me that whatever it was, I could leave.
When you leave, how handmade goods brought to you by Shrew are made. I was wondering if I was spending the money I earned —— mainly —— on something like this. Some kind of flame burning up on her back and Hiro-san goods, that was already an awesome contrast. Oh, no! Matthew the butcher split this cut for me! (eldest son) or Dan from 800 houses is synonymous below! (Second son), the blacksmith Talisch is synonymous below! (Four men), the lord is the same sentence below! (Father) I was distracted by Saah and her blood, but the only three men who shot a woman, Sally the Florist, are synonymous below! Only, the only thing that made me want to applaud asexually... was I the only one who fulfilled it? Dare I say, the important story that she wasn't getting her hands on the food cost made her stood up disappear brilliantly though.
Thus, a busy getaway and a busy one? surrounded by rumors, the eastern brave party proceeded with a new itinerary. Because of your concern, since Shrew joined the party, I also let him in, took him, and the self-recommendation of the beauties pretty much lurked. Few fierce men could stand up to the system of equal “age” for everyone. In addition, it seems that nearly thirty adult men were out of range for girls of Shrew's age at the time... There was something to admire, but it was unrealistic.
Now, is Shrew's health due to the favor she put in the brave party, or because the original foundation part was firmly attached again? Follow the men from the beginning without delay. Wow, great, I chase you, though my occasional painful gaze has stabbed me here ~. In view of the strength of the girl, however strong her foothold may be, the stride of the party will be exceptionally slow from now on. Probably thought things couldn't be solved in the mansion, and since then, both Mr. Reps and Mr. Rice have started talking to me about something. Introduction, then public discourse somewhat exploration, of which the transfer of items, etc., becomes effortless. I was probably bogged down at the time, too, and I did it! I can fill the outer moat!! and rejoiced in vain... but what did the realist shrewd take such an appearance? It seems somewhat frightening, and I can't seem to hear it.
Then another six months later.
Behind them after visiting the forest of Sorol and finishing all their uses, the addition of a blind boy is very new to memory.
Our event in the forest of disappointment was only three months after Mr. Solol joined us.... Yeah, so, really, seriously (seriously), I never thought of him being a priest, etc. Brave party work was easy back then, mostly traveling time, and it wasn't a healing magic situation. I'm going to finally talk about such a whisper, penance.
On dark hair, my grey eyes were a little unexpected, but serious, somewhat gentle, excellent child with milk on bread. I don't suppose there's anything hot about him, but he's not that clever. In the reality that many brave men build up the harem, sooner or later they marry their fiancée, whom their mother has decided to marry, look out for some hard-working attitude that just didn't pick one. On the other hand, if a given skill (skill) is not used, it would be a loss? And on the thoughtful side...... oh, it's similar, it's similar, and sometimes I can't cut it anymore.
Well, I wanted you to notice. I was probably your wife in the last world.
But if you look at such a cold gaze that you are disappointed in something, always silent and silent, subtly avoiding people.
Are reincarnated people all born with memories of previous life---?
At an early age, over the shoulder of a childhood friend with a divine worship (Oracle), there is some vague response when asking the gods. “Oh, that's not true," he says, "it's a tear away Kyodo," and this one's cold, Mr. Ishruka. I guess the question was there and there. After being silent for a while, apparently everyone at first sight remembers that there was an uninteresting answer.
Is it a condition or a result... an atmosphere like a result, but when you want to “reincarnate” the world over here from other worlds, keeping your previous memories is probably the best way to adapt. If there's something like a soul, wouldn't those means be taken to get used to this world so that it doesn't break? --- Well, the gods (they) keep quiet there. I only have a memory of my first raw, but then I don't have to take that kind of action, I can read stories like that.
The young man somehow zeroed me out, but, oh, yeah, you know what? And when I grow up, I understand.
Serious and somewhat gentle, he had a strong sense of responsibility.
... light (hikaru), I wouldn't have done it, he said.
No, you can't, goddess. Don't put love on people like this. He died leaving two young children and his wife, because he was serious and responsible. The man's noble heart dies when he just tells her to “forget about it” and targets other women. If you have something like a soul, even if you don't have a clear memory, or a second time raw, you might have such an unworkable thought somewhere. This guy's disappointment could be that, right? and.
I'm a bad worker no matter how hard I try, so I guess it's shallow, short-handed, and arrogant thinking no matter how far I go. I'm not familiar with complaining about the goddess...
And then I want to let you know. Your child has grown up in the world there. Fortunately, I got caught on the edge, went to college, and I had a hard time, but I got a job. Unfortunately, I didn't seem to be able to patronize them, but my daughter came to this world for whatever reason. Maybe you'll go to your daughter-in-law right in front of me, and I was pretty much, like, full of life in the first place. I don't know why he died, but my bones must have gone into the same grave as yours... so it's time to get rid of your temper and be happy.
But a little, it was a miscalculation.
I knew I was in love.
If it wasn't for you, I'd say no... and I turned my arm around with the thought of years.
"Belle, are you hurt?
And, on the loose arm, oh, yes! Right!? and. Unfortunately releasing, for a man, his narrow hips and his hands turned to his back.
"Take... especially, I'm not hurt... you know, Mr. Chris' cheek or something..."
I'm more worried about you, he said.
Did the painful gaze prompt you? When he puts his hand on his cheek, he zeroes a small healing (healing) spell.
"Did you fall?
Did you see a decrease in your health gauge in the eyes of the brave man that
"Oh, well, I fell a little..."
No problem ---, kneel (kneel first) as if to erase those words.
Healing spells leak before pulling to shy away.
This, just a fall wound. If you thank me while I'm warm.
"I just want to fix it."
There's zero straight balls, huh!? Yes!? Really!? And he was also good for the upper hand.
The brunette, which flows sarcastically, and her eyes, which feel slightly stronger, have some heat in the middle of her faceless expression.
"Ya... you know... that lights up when you see it, even better...?
Shh ~ Staring at a much deviant red face, but resolutely.
From the illuminated side, look softly, softly.
"Um... you know, something...?
Is there anything else I can do for you...?
I think for a moment, they took my hand.
In the next trick, my lips touched it without getting lost ---.
"My name is Chris Ray Gracis. Miss Berlina Lacotte, would you please be my wife?
and.
Really fluent and straightforward, I felt this sushi's buttocks and grabbed my fingers precisely when I was drained of my liver. The gray eyesight says he won't admit it except for Jesus. I speak eloquently, with what I have learned.
"Um..."
blocking the words that I almost said.
"I'm not going to propose anything but Bell"
I was told Zuba. Not at all......
What happened to this, fiancée...? And? You'll tell me later... right? and. There is room for evil to pinch, slightly.
"Um... really, really... is it just me...?
I'm subtly losing confidence from staying so far...
I'm confident I've got eyes that look down on me, okay? Really, I won't regret it...? Have you got such a weak aura? Mr. Chris, who stands up softly, hugs him all the time and smiles in his ear.
"If it's not you, it's not---"
and.
whispered in a gentle voice.