Then we get to the altar and ask the priestly grandfather of this town, who is a priest, to take a vow of love for each other, a ring —— in our case, is. There were a couple of necklaces and a couple choosing piercings —— through each other, bracketed as a couple blessed by the gods.
Mr. Chris, turn around. On the left, mine, turn around. On the right, give a stern thank you to everyone who joined us.
At that time.
—— Oh? Behind the awesome of those who spoke up, various organizations asking this one from afar...!?
When we put our heads back down in a panic, the altar was cleaned up and quickly became a couple seats, in a venue that gave signs of a big banquet for sitting and drinking. Unusual but precious feeling Mr. Chris' shuddering face will somehow remain in his head and not disappear for a while, but the serious ceremony is over!? Then it's time to come in!? With all that lively noise, more and more people in town!
No, it's eye-catching!! If you're a brave man, you got a pretty one!! A subtle mixed architect to the artisan who should have left. When I got here, I had to see the banquet and go. The way you smile gently looks natural and tactful. Quickly assemble the wood each bears on his shoulder, hey, that way, put it over here too. Quickly to the banquet table.
The townsfolks pushed closer together to cook in barrels, narrow plates and glasses on tables they could, and the wedding song players, who were playing modestly, lightly changed the song pattern to enhance the atmosphere of the venue.
When you are distracted by the liquor from the dishes that are pushed to the nearest to the attendees, the mayor's "Kappa!!" So they all mentioned wah booze, and in no time the front of the temple was for a big chorus of drinking and laughing. For once, in a sacred sanctuary (power spot), is it priestly good...? and. Will you forgive the noise? My grandfather, the clergyman, dyed his cheeks red when I glanced at him. I can already do it and come on... and look like I'm not letting go of the cup, well, with the permission of the administrator, I wonder if there's something like this. I also decided to switch consciousness and enjoy the noise.
The big banquet of drinking and singing, which began before lunch, also attracted unexpected people who were not in the queue.
First of all, the dragon king of Feel-kun's party, who skipped the feast seat. The dragonized Dragon King sama was swirled directly over the hill, spreading a vibrant body of herd blue close to black. I suddenly looked up at the shady sky, and a few women in town sounded the scream of fear, and then the sky accidentally appeared, and humanized him before me. Dasssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss "You deserve respect not only for warcraft and fool fire, but also for the brave. This is what my family's daughter holds when she marries her. I salute you, and in the name of Azur Leyt, I will give you this," said the bouquet. "Oh... thank you for taking the time," he said, surprised. "What, I just went to get the items I needed". Oh, I mean, it's an example artifact sexual conversion item, right? I thought to myself, softly, give Phil a good job.
"What!? Why didn't you call me? It's not a little cold!!?"... Ignis, who came out on his own, drained his pampa capern and fat liver with the effect of fireworks in a bright place. "You, this is the world (depression), so for once, I'll celebrate you, but after you die, you're my number one dowry candidate!" and. Speaking in a crisp and cute form, Mr. Ignis has his killer temper. "Don't do it." "You know, look at me, I'm the best prince in the realm of the Necromancer." "For once, it's a celebratory seat, so the quarrel is, uh-" And if I go badly, "Oh, you know what? That's right. Hey!"... the first Ze to see Tehepero in real life.
And then, that? No, Percy... and. I was a little concerned. If you notice, there's a sign of him circling at the foot of his seat. Mr. Chris watched with an indescribable gaze, but, well, with the targeted air, he returns to the poured cup. One of these days, if you blink your ears and casually continue to do your gaze behind the banquet seat, is that it? Could it be, Mr. Il...? and the five lords of the immortal enter the eye. By way of example, the blonde immortal said, "My daughter then!" Did this also fill the space with something murderous, if my husband, Mr. Chris, gazed at you, "Hi..." and the man shields the Five Dukes, looking like he was roaring. With a particularly frightened face, Il looked at it and shook his right hand with a glimpse that he was sorry. Then immediately, I came up with something magically here with my face on. Mr. Chris, who received the pass, looked, for a moment, wow... Try the mysterious motion of slipping it into storage so as to keep it away from my eyes, nailed to a pink enclosed demon vial.
Thirty minutes physically, is the approximate elapsed time two hours? A new traveler on the bustling little high hill as always.... If you think of yourself as a traveler, that was two people: Fosfo in Travel Costumes, and Floresta, Solol-kun's sister. "I left through the closest store door," "because I'm unfamiliar with the journey," "because it's been about ten years since I left the store. I still like Berlina. I'd like you to let me take as long as I can to celebrate. Oh, this is your husband? Is that the kid from that time?... right! Hey, you, maybe it's yummy?," said Fosfo. I laughed lightly with the couscous and never thought it was boiling every town, because all I brought was medicine and alcohol. "No, I heard rumors that your husband was a“ brave man ”? So, can I have a half voucher for the pharmacist (of ours)? I still know the name there. I rarely make a piece of paper with a magic line from my nose," he said. "Congratulations!" he handed, "thank you". Normally frightened Mr. Kleis the wind was also unusual.
Detoxification skills by example, or Mr. Chris disguised himself as a monkey and left my side for a time, not so weak but drunk, a delightful and disgraceful husband. It's a kind of chaotic banquet seat spread out in front of me, with one-shot art competitions of those who can. It was amazing how a small-town woman started a sword dance on the table magic of the master of a tavern a little famous in town, a demonstration and huge wedding cake made by her mighty uncle. A lady-friendly Mr. Kitra responds with a circle at the Shamseal of the Love Sword. Because of the alcohol, Mr. Reps, who shows a relaxed walk, accidentally magically makes ice and tries to make it into a work of art. They were fighting behind it. Let's see how a bunch of Feel-kun burst through one big piece of magic after another, and try to flatten them one after the other with the defensive magic of that time in tears. I learned it in Wentos, and Shrew pulled Mr. Seleid for a dance. One woman after another joins it, pulling the hand of the person you want. I wondered if Mr. Rice would see it to his daughter sooner or later, tilting the cup gently and watching Mr. Reps glance at his chick ear with a slightly harsher look.
Standing up with a high "haha" laugh, Mitsuzu said, uh, like this? and wave your hands up into the sky. "When it comes to weddings, I have to have a rice shower ~!" And, O flower, come down ~ ~! Activate and show spiritual magic and thoughts with a hanging voice. The cloudy clouds spread locally, and I thought the whole venue would be okay. "Pa!" A white flower from a bounced cloud, with a missing voice in between. "There's only one red one in there ~! Uh, that's it! With jinx like whoever you find can marry you next ~! Young lady, look for me ~!!," I figured I'd look for it too ~ all the time, so, rub it in as I cackle. Huh, and he sighed zero. Mr. Ishruka chuckles his glasses, does his gaze left and right, and walks out to the edge of the hill. Oh, you're seriously going to look for that little red flower, and. It makes me smile and sneer. Am I harmed for what I am...? and.
At that time, with an unexpected floating sensation, the feeling of falling below the ground. Wow, and I would have rounded my eyes with a colorless voice, the next moment, to his arm. Apparently, he fell into the ground and stepped out on Mr. Chris, an intruder when he realized.
"Bye! Long time no see, young lady. This is my eighteenth. ♪ Blessings of the Witch of the Desert (Wastitas). I've traveled a long way because I said there was something over here, but I see you're convinced. Good. Hey, wedding! All right, I'm gonna give you a little something! Give it a good hug, boys. Sweet Trap!!
The flickering hem, apparently the hilly loving maiden, the magic cast on all, causes a sweet accident with the hanging of a sparkling witch. Everyone looked surprised and hardened with their eyes round, but the men who suddenly fell into their arms were also surprised. Our eyes were intolerant because they bewitched us earlier, eh, that's where it happens!? The sight of surprise. Brother Route, in your arms, is the figure of a woman who wasn't here. Obviously you're a noble woman... you know, a woman in a regular dress, what... why Mr. Rousseil...? Or, what the hell is this place?? And I could see the way I looked over. Needless to say, Brother Route was hardened by much. but the lord and his wife laughed niggardly at it. Apparently, she's the perfect house lady.... this way, the conversation is going to come together before Brother Ark.
At this rate, the fun times are quick, move on with the needle.
The sun set, the bonfire burned and the never-ending feast combined with the opening finally after the next sun began to climb.
It was unexpected to be such a lively ceremony, but unforgettable, very important memories of us.
With Mr. Wastiters' falling magic, he was held in Mr. Chris' arms, oh, this man's daughter-in-law... and smiled with emotion. Then it could have been a trip with a hug all the time... I don't know because I was drunk... my raw gaze is through... shame on me, the world is pity...!! When I woke up with a meaningless scream, it was already the next night, well, a good memory.
Then deeply bow our heads to the people of the town and we will change our purpose to the next journey.
Zubali, this is a journey to find a place to live. The status card issues that pertained to my profession were actually resolved well the day after the ceremony. So from there, you can go in and out all you want, both in the big city and in the castle town.
I feel good anywhere I can live with him, but there's something dense about the brave and “please” from the guild. It's my fault... and Mr. Chris seemed sorry. But I actually like to continue my journey like this, too. That atmosphere made him a wandering brave for the next two years.
Meanwhile, Mr. Chris, who was asked to work, was conditional and could not take it if he could not stay with his wife. The clients were varied, there were good people, but there were evil people, so they basically wouldn't take the royal nobility's request. Unfortunately, it was your nobleman's request that was the most common way to strike me. That the "that” east brave finally got married, and it wasn't the normal daughter who became the daughter-in-law, or our beautiful daughter would be better lineage, in order would be second, but we just need to be wives, because it would be a natural carriage as a man to flow in the direction of loving our daughter no matter how she falls after that. As a hand in that way, he was the "wow..." guy with the same place to stay, but apart from the couple's bedroom, letting his own daughter crawl at night, with the slippage of the condition that he was staying with him. Quietly angry Mr. Chris was my biggest fear, but if the request doesn't dictate human life, it's breach of contract on the spot every time. No matter how much the guild explains, such a raw man won't stand behind, then you can't help it, Mr. Kleis lightly begins to refuse the royal nobleman's request. He's a great man from a continent that I finally realized after getting there. Brave men in the east are loving wives... eh, wasn't brave men the standard Harlem?? and. There were stories of royalties from all over the country squirming nearby or not squirming whispering.
Approximately that third year, we decided to settle in a calm city with an unfamiliar face. I worried about the town or the city, but I made it a city close to the town. It's a less populated, more developed place. Great transportation and a place to get to the sea and mountains. It's a luxurious location… and while I'm sorry, I was a little frightened of the mansion that was once described as a noble villa… No one lives here, real estate people tell me. Isn't that nice? A shout-out, yes, I copy! and. To live in a mansion with garden & fountain, built at the edge of the city, in a line-like position that separates the civilian and aristocratic neighborhoods.
It's the capital if you live anywhere. Even the hard-earned aristocratic neighborhood will soon be able to shop, and while there is a little commotion, Mr. Chris' profession is being discovered… about two more years away. The biggest case I expected there would be none. Zubari, the birth of my son.... I'm going to set up an opportunity to talk more about this sooner or later.
And then when my little grown son noticed the profession or took his son to Granthrus who said, "I want to go home," he said, "Oh, Dad, are you noble!?" and stunned appearances, or the surprise of Mr. Ischluca, who could not escape his papal office? "What, are you a mother sage!?" and you look stunned?
Oh, yes, Mr. Ishrka, after that, he can safely dictate her and be perfectly married. And the red fruit obtained in the temple of time is fed and rejuvenated to her with an unfamiliar face, two red fruits, paired with what Jill gave her. Ten years a grain, like that. "If you want to hold it, you better be younger" --- shrugged the hard to say words, and in the back pressing up Qui and her glasses, Mizuki was "Shen (Chen)..." You know, redoing teens now... mummy, me, I can't shine... With a sigh of zero, but the fruit, somewhere seems happy. The good thing about you is that you switch quickly. It's mean, but it's sweet, isn't it? And if you lift Ish up a bit, then, yes, it is... and lean down blush. Years later, Mr. Ischluca, who couldn't escape, finds out with the next pope, what, he's going back to his life here again!? and. Even then it was Mitsu-chan, who became "Shen (Chen)..." but somehow, the... from the days of Ish, the Reich became monolithic. If you want to borrow the voice of God, he wants to borrow the blood of Ish and the brave for a while to put in place a system that has been haunted by a generation of kingdoms. That's why rare children are born to you.... a boy with thin mouse hair and vine-colored eyes. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. He is a born pope with the skills of divine worship (Oracle).
And then, yes. You think Mr. Chris and that baby you left at Rigglitt's orphanage, he grew up and came by to thank you? That's when my son helped me where I was about to get tangled up by a bully in the city? In fact, you think the child is an acquired brave man and falls in love with him, his son? Such a variety of human patterns continue in the future.
Acquired brave, she brought forgiveness to Mr. Chris, and I found out about it. To Mr. Chris' inheritance skills from Mr. Jill, without telling anyone, I shrugged and learned to cook.
Mr. Chris was dying in the temple of time before that, in the command of Jill's wide-eyed inheritance, and I'm going to die like this? and asked herself "what she could leave behind." casually, Jill's successor, who chose what she could leave behind, was her son, Mr. Chris, who was an acquired brave man. The special skills that he or she added without realizing were visualization skills that he or she would have demonstrated when he or she was shrewd, with visible benefits. Perhaps once upon a time, Jill also saw it when he picked it up, the existence of a status card that describes everything about Mr. Chris. Mr. Chris's vision picks up the benefits of the gods that he could not have seen on the same card that the child he helped grew up with and the child presented to visit him and explain the circumstances.
Well, will this daughter (Ko) be a brave man, with Mr. Kleis, who has a good understanding?
You think I acted softly when I revealed it?
... I knew it was going to be a long time, so, again, another time, a little.
Life, two memories and the feeling that I like him.
It would have been just as hard and sad, but I think I want to take care of the feelings I felt happy.
Where I stand that I will be traveling again for a while with Mr. Chris.
Just a few months after I left the small town where I gave the ceremony.
I overheard Mr. Rex's wind rumors as he passed by.
The man, who was an adventurer as Dormir Rex, said he had been stunned by the news in a further high level dungeon.
A new life? To that person who would have started.
Sincerely, thank you, and good luck.
. . . . .
I wanted to be the daughter-in-law of the brave.
Berlina Lacotte, 19, reincarnated from different worlds.
Replace the occupational column turned [Sage] with [Daughter-in-law of the Brave].
Once again, Berlina Reese Gracis, 19.
I've been chasing him for about four years.
Become the daughter-in-law of the brave!! [End]