I want to protect you in this hand.

Arsh, 14, 6 years old, moon, Teito clothes.

Since Mr. Gregg had returned the guild carriage, he was to take Mr. Cullen's carriage of his house, the carriage of the McKenney Chamber of Commerce and Mr. Earl's carriage to the Imperial Capital.

Let's get this straight. It was a rich man's trip. Me, Cyril, Noah, Nico and Blanc, of course, were going to stay where they could stay with the adventurer's card. But Mr. McKenny wants to stay with Will and Mal. Will and Mal don't like to stay in a fine place just for themselves. As a result of the push question, we broke. Even so, Mr. Noah and the others are originally aristocrats. Dan is rich. Even though Mr. Cullen tutored me, only four of us felt somewhat disproportionate about the luxury inn.

But this is also a study. I study both futon and delicious rice. Even the bath has to be compared. Even if it's the owner of the lamb house. I have no choice, I have no choice. But I'm afraid I'm going to be unable to go back to my original life.

Nico and Blanc fell in a nutshell that seemed cool to Maria and Sophie when they got used to these places.

Even during the journey, we lacked training. Both Mr. Jonas and Mr. Kuntz come by in the morning from branches of the army. The first time I saw Will and Mal train, Mr. McKenney was out of line. And the next day I started attending training.

"I, too, a leader of the tribe, dived and trained in the dungeons when I was younger. For the younger ones (long so short)"

It was quite something to just say. The exchange of swords would have deepened the interaction.

"Even if we stay away, the blood of the tribe cannot be contested. I want to take you home."

and dangerous things were also crushed, but I don't think that's something anyone who jumped out on their own and made business bigger could say. I have trouble with that. Because I still want to be with Mal. But Mr. McKenney tells me that there are more dungeons in the country of the horseback riding nation than there are in the empire. Dungeons dot the wider meadow areas in the climate than the north, along the mountain ranges bordering the Empire. They say it's the role of the tribal chief to rule the dungeon.

"Then you can have a magician too"

"My nation specializes in martial arts. The strength of swords and spears is what deserves recognition. It is also believed that the magician's status has been reduced by the flow. Or maybe this continent is already making it harder to produce magicians"

That's what Mr. McKenny answered to my simple question. Even the Empire has a population about 200 times that of Merida. If the majority of them don't even have the power to use life magic, it may be due to the land they do live in. Then why is there a dungeon? If Merida, if the adventurer doesn't deduce the demons in the dungeon, there will be a surge in no time. There will be no place for people to live or anything else.

"I guess I just thought about it."

Nico says.

"If we were to compare it to a creature, whether it's a dungeon or a continent, it wouldn't be for a moment while we were alive. Even if there was a change or a purpose, you wouldn't know."

You're absolutely right. That's why we shouldn't drastically change the way the Alliance works, but what did the Empire do to keep the Alliance from moving?

Either way, the words "there is a dungeon" and "specialize in martial arts" drastically drew all of the adventurers, especially Will and Mal.

"Now you can go and come home before school starts."

The refreshing journey in the early summer ended in the capital while enduring the temptation to

Outside the capital, there were no walls. A large castle standing on a sleek hill. The castle and its vast grounds are surrounded by walls. From there it seems that the aristocratic district is spreading, and the civic district is spreading around it. It was too big to be sure.

Whatever it is, it's Mr. Cullen's place. Nico, Blanc and Noah said they would go to the dungeon from Earl's place until the conversation settled down. We are told to come to Mr. McKenney as an international student once he has said thank you for his tutoring and care.

I slowly took the carriage to Mr. Cullen's home. Looks like there was a rash, first Mr. Greg gets off the carriage, takes Mr. Cullen's hand and drops him off the carriage. In front of the mansion, in the centre were waiting for the father and the mother, two brothers and, perhaps, all the servants.

"Karen!"

Someone like your brother shouts out. Your father and mother seem to be catching tears. Mr. Cullen looked up at Mr. Greg and nodded, lifting his skirt hem up a bit and running out.

"Oh!"

A screaming voice rises from the mansion. Mr. Cullen jumped straight at his mother and father.

"Oh, you're really, really feeling better"

"Karen, Karen! I thought I'd never see you again..."

Mother can't cut tears. In the meantime, Dan went down, Cyril went down, Will went down. Dan gives Mal his hand. Mal stepped out of the carriage in anticipation of being niggered. That's where they noticed the mansion. I can hear you blurring. Cyril offered me a hand. My eyes are glowing naughty. Yes, let me show you what tutors accomplish. I learned from Mal and got off the carriage. The blurring stopped.

Well, Mr. Cullen said, wow! Everyone at the mansion was looking at this one. Ugh, embarrassing. And your brother came early enough.

"I didn't even welcome the customer and I'm sorry. You're the international students Karen taught, and you're the benefactor of life!

While confused by the term benefactor of life, Mr. Cullen returned.

"Really? Arsh, and Mal, Cyril, Will, and Dan, who thought about treating me, are international students."

"This girl!

"And this is my fiancé, Greg."

"Huh?"

"Fiancée's."

"Huh?"

"It's Greg. I'm here to get permission to get engaged."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry, I haven't told my brothers yet. I don't even know if Karen's cured."

Your father interrupted.

"I appreciate you bringing Karen home safely. What are you doing here? Come on in."

"Yeah?"

Brother, calm down!

This is how I came to Karen's house safely. Come on, Mr. Greg, good luck!