I Was Kicked out of the Hero’s Party Because I Wasn’t a True Companion so I Decided to Have a Slow Life at the Frontier

"Emperor" blessing. According to Geiselik, blessing recorded only by the first king of Avalonia.

If it were scarce, it would be more than "Brave".

The Kingdom of Avalonia was founded hundreds of years ago, in the current region of Veronia. The Avalonians are said to be ancestors of aristocrats and their rebels from the kingdom of Gaiapolis.

At that time, the Veronia region was completely remote, with no settlements. From there, the great hero who brought people together, pioneered the wilderness, sometimes fought monsters, and eventually founded the Kingdom of Avalonia.

"Only the king of Avalonia has the name of the blessing of" Emperor "in history. Did Geiselik really have blessing of" Emperor "?"

"Now, I don't have the skill of" appraisal. "Veronia's" Sage "testified that he had the protection of the" Emperor, "but he may have been threatened ... … But I believed in Geyserik. "

The scene changes.

There is a palace somewhere. Probably the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Veronia.

"A little before meeting Geyserik."

Mr. Storm said. A young mist in a beautiful dress is dancing in the center of the hall. The role of an escort is a blond young man. He was dressed in glittering aristocrats and used elegant gestures to attract the eyes of the hall.

"It's a bit like Prince Kiffa of the Kingdom of Avalonia."

"He is Peter, the vestige of the Duke of Zaki. Since now Avalonia's mother is Pietro's sister, Prince Kiffa would be a great uncle."

"Aristocrat's kinship is complicated."

Litt said like another person. No, lit is also a royal family.

The phantom Peter and Miststorm looked toward Litt as if he had responded to Litt's words. Litt was a little surprised, but nothing happened, only a butler-style man who appeared to overlap Litt called Pietro.

Pietro vanished past Litt.

"Oh my sister"

Another woman talks to Miststorm instead of missing Peter.

Similar to the mist, but the eyes were soft and the beauty of the storm felt honorable, while she had the beauty of a flower that everyone loved.

"Leonol"

"Is Pietro good at dancing? I feel good when I dance with him."

"Yes, but it's a bit indecisive. Since Peter can be a branch of the Veronian royal family, I want you to treat other nobles with greater dignity."

"Sister doesn't change even today, isn't a woman a man?"

"If his father had no succession, Peter would inherit the throne. Veronia now needs a strong king, isn't his wife a good wife to support and guide her husband?"

"Well! I'm telling you my husband will be king now!" Your sister is an ambitious person.

Leonor says a little louder. Some of the illusions of the surrounding nobility glanced at the mist.

"Oh rude"

Leonor apologizes without any embarrassment. His expression was malformed and distorted.

"Vulgar people"

Rooty muttered quietly. Hearing the words, Mr. Storm smiled bitterly.

"Leonor is my sister. As you can see, she was cute, loved by everyone, and much more ambitious than me."

Mister Storm squints with nostalgia and gazes at the illusionary sister, while the young Storm and Leonor are staring at each other.

"It's really like" Arc Mage ". It's different from the blessing of a" fighter "like me ... but I'm glad I was blessed with this" fighter ". The flowers are loved? The unique skills of Fighter are pure enhancement, there are few impulses and there is not much blessing to concentrate on the beauty of one's body. "

"I want to be a medicinal herb that can heal the disease, rather than a beloved flower."

A mist that says resolutely. Leonor hides her mouth with a fan and sneers.

"I'm really good. It's really fun to talk to my sister. I don't want to miss her leaving the Royal Palace."

"I wanted to tell you more, too."

"Ku, kuku ... really, my sister is."

King Veronia climbed on the stage. It seems to announce something.

Next to that is Pietro. The noblemen around applause and crack.

"I am delighted to celebrate this prominent day with you as King of Veronia and your ally."

Applause occurs again. The face of the young mist staring at the stage had a mysterious expression, as a mixture of joy and melancholy. The old mist master was squinting to miss her past.

Maybe ... I can imagine what will happen.

"You, the lord of my beloved Veronia, would like to be here today to be the witness of my marriage vow between my beloved daughter Leonor of Veronia and my beloved loyal Pietro Zaki Allel."

Shin and the place calmed down. And the people are confused and whispering.

"Hey, your Majesty ... like Leonor? Not my sphere?"

"Yes, it's not a mistake, Leonor and Pietro."

The real name of Misfir, and perhaps the mist master, is Misfir of Veronia.

Missphere stared at the two people on the stage in an incredible manner, watching Nitanita and a smiling man rise up on the stage, clasped their hands with a pale blue face to understand what was happening.

"And"

Watching the duke of Auslo rise to the stage, the Veronian nobles looked away as they understood what had happened.

"I'm ... I'm the most trusted in my daughter's talent, but Duke Auslo appreciated it."

The king shook his voice, unable to hide his regret. His face is sweating and his eyes are blood running.

"But this was the only resistance my father could make."

Mr. Storm said. A tribute to the Prince of Auslo is given one after another from the king's mouth.

"I want everyone to share the joy of marrying my daughter to the Duke of Auslo. Today is a prominent day."

"And then, His Majesty, Duke of Auslo already has a wife."

The old aristocrat told him fearfully. Nobles around are nodding.

Duke Auslo replies with a smile laughing instead of the king. When I laughed, I saw teeth that were darkened by tooth decay.

"Miss sphere welcomes you as a concubine"

"I'm stupid!"

A military aristocrat shouted that she couldn't stand it.

"Sir Durand"

"You can be mistressed as the first princess of the Veronian royal family!

"Something wrong"

The aristocrats ceased. Looking at the situation, Prince Auslo nodded with satisfaction.

"I won't make an excuse."

Litt muttered so.

What a rage! The kingdom of Veronia, now recognized by itself and others, is said to have weakened so much about 50 years ago. I knew it as history, but when it was actually seen as an illusion, it was vivid and painful.

"At that time, only the capital of Veronia could have freely settled at the capital of Veronia. It was similar to Zoltan ... but that's not my despair."

The phantom aristocrat vanished as if blowing away. All that remains is Missphere, Pietro and Leonor.

"this is……"

Pietro and Leonor stared. And he was laughing.

"Are you happy, this situation?"

In this situation, they were innocently pleased to be together. Perhaps one of the two had fueled Prince Auslo, and their faces were so smiling that they seemed so.

Leonor looks back and looks down at Missphere with triumphant eyes.

"Congratulations on your engagement. Please be happy ... bitter bitter herbs."

In Leonor's words, Missphere collapses.

"Defeat as a woman, disappointment with Peter who could become king, despair for the future of the Kingdom of Veronia, swirling in various ways, this time"

Mr. Storm said with a sigh.

"If I didn't meet Geiserik, I would have finished my life as a comforter for the Duke of Auslo."

Illusions created from the memory of Master Storm change the scene one after another.

"Because it will be distributed properly, please do not shuffle!"

"Hey lady!"

After changing from dresses and skirts to easy-to-move shirts and trousers, Misfir is giving directions to pirates with a wand that can enhance the magic. The cane is made of thin, sharply processed metal and could be used as a sword like Epe Rapilier. She had a sheath on her waist.

The pirates carry looted goods from enemy ships under the direction of Missphere.

"I'm used to piracy too."

Geiserik and the long-eared high-elf Lilinrara laughed out. Even though it was about 50 years ago, the appearance of the high elf is almost unchanged.

"This is Lilinrara-sama"

"Don't do that. Lilinrara is fine."

Perhaps the two smiled, the sunburned smile on the face of Misfia.