Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

I dreamed of her.

She is still small and young.

She baked bread every day. That was her job.

The workplace was a small inn and a side shop with a restaurant. She is an orphan picked up by a landlady here.

She had been working since she was convinced.

In the morning, look at the kind of bread,

Mix the bread, wheat, salt and lukewarm water,

Knead, knead, roll and wait for fermentation,

Bake,

Let it cool down

Line up,

After eating the bread,

Sleep when the sun goes down,

Wake up with the morning sun and watch the kind of bread again.

Repeat such everyday.

It's simple, but every day is busy doing.

However, as she grew up, bread making became more efficient and I had to do another job in extra time.

At first I learned soup.

Next I learned pottery.

After going out of the shop, he entered the wilderness with the mountain master, learned the types of edible wildflowers and medicinal herbs, learned the fruits of nature, and then learned to hunt.

She was never a memorable person. He is not an original person.

He was just a serious person.

It took twice as long as a person to acquire human-like skills.

However, at some point the position changed.

Similarly, she was the best wise among the humans who learned from the master. She was the only one who had patiently listened to the words of the lonely old man until the end.

Still, her job has not changed.

In the morning, you look at the bread buns, mix, knead, bake, cool, line up, spend your spare time in the wilderness in the wilderness, get food from nature, and sometimes return it.

In such a daily life, he is old and disappears like a master. She thought this was her life.

Until I meet the man.

There is an old dungeon in her country. It was a noble feat that challenged it, an absolute difference that separated precious blood from those who did not.

One of those nobles began to see her.

The man came to eat bread every day.

On the day she made the soup, she ate the soup and on the day she baked the soup.

There are few words exchanged.

The man and she were as far apart as their grandfather and grandchild in terms of age. Common topics are weather, seasonal changes, and cooking. There shouldn't have been a chance to get along with men and women.

However, no ordinary people refuse to offer the aristocracy.

The innkeeper was glad to present her.

No one heard of her intentions, but she knew herself was "that way."

And surprisingly, the man's offer was a contract of his wife, not her mistress.

The servant of the inn is like a noble wife, and the ash cover is like a princess.

She was envied by others, but waiting for her was a complicated home environment and challenges.

First, my older son and his wife.

Three grandchildren of the same age as her.

In addition, the man was also the king's adviser.

She helped the man.

Work of connection between people.

Politics.

I studied all the time during and after work. There is no free time to go home. The ignorant town girl had to grind and study to learn aristocracy and politics.

She was still baking bread while she was busy sleeping.

He was not commanded by a man. Rather stopped. Even though my daughters and grandchildren hated me and the maids wanted to smoke, she baked bread every day.

There is also a habit cultivated over many years.

More than that is her will.

No matter where you are, you will not change. A little bit of a town girl's feeling, whether it succumbs to his position or environment.

The woman's will was enough to move the man.

The man did not put money on her money for her learning.

She is not a good person. He is never a genius.

But she was a serious student.

One of her teachers was a wizard.

The name is Garving Bow Mitera.

Later, he was one of the three major magicians called Houma Galving.

He liked serious people. However, they don't pick up serious people who are on the roadside.

He is a vulgar thing.

Request a monetary and exceptional amount.

However, noble children, who do not like it, can only teach herbal decoctions to be laxatives.

A quirky, whimsical, exceptional wizard.

Such a wizard taught her everything. You can say it was dedicated.

History in politics, blacksmithing in pharmacy, stories of the gods.

And many magic tricks.

Garving may have liked her in terms of gender.

Was the magician fascinated by her magic?

No, isn't it always such a whimsical thing that a man dedicates something to a woman, such as why people like it?

Anyway, the day passed and she grew up thanks to excellent teachers.

It doesn't mean that you have grown up, have a baby, or have a ripe body. It means that she has started to help her husband's work.

At last, I became a real couple, supporting each other and approaching each other.

Her husband would have been lonely after all.

He was a strict person for children and grandchildren. Since his wife's death, there has been no one to mute.

As a comfort for himself, she took a simple folk grass.

Even in such a place, was affection real?

The man handed her all the property to her will.

Both my son and grandson had been splurged, so it was the right decision without affection. She doesn't have any intention to drive her son or grandchild. And she had taken over the work of her late husband and had won the king's trust.

It is only a breeze, such as a relative's trouble.

She did what she did, did what she did, and was growing strictly and seriously as a person. No one loved him anymore, but even his death made her strong.

However, I have only forgotten one thing.

It is human malice.

She did not understand her, despite her knowledge.

He assumed that human beings were moving creatures with reason and insult. That's what you want to believe if you're a relative of a man you love.

Ironically, they were subhuman beasts.

Her son and daughter, even their grandchildren, joined hands and assassinated the king.

And she pushed her off against her.

Remember the relatives of the former counselor and the relatives of the current counselor. They are people you can trust. The fact that even the king could not read his belly was proof that they were quite bad guys.

She was apprehended and put on trial.

She did not mourn.

In front of the angry queen and the aristocrat, she complained of her innocence.

And no words arrived.

One reason is that she is a commoner.

Now, even though they have noble status, they are still ordinary people. No one is born as a noble. Heaven and earth are as different as insects and people.

There were many troubles with her.

There can be no better ordinary people than themselves. The aristocrats continued to shout out words to protect such pride, saying that they were doing something wrong and that they were in their current status, and that they were tricking others with dubious power.

The charges were split in two.

Death penalty or exile.

The aristocrats were unanimously executed.

The royals stop being exiled considering her work so far. Although his voice was low, some royals calmly believed in her innocence.

But the voice always sways to the loudest. The monarchy cannot ignore it. Now that the king has died, the opposition of the nobles will lead to a civil war.

In the end, the Queen is in charge of all decisions,

"Death Penalty"

The sentence was sentenced.

(ah I see)

She learned.

A number of emotions such as the infidelity, stupidity, laziness, jealousy, and dim habits of a person.

(Are humans this much?)

Finally, she realized she was an unusual person.

She fled the kingdom on the day of the death penalty.

It is a stately escape.

Like a guard in a peaceful country, I couldn't stop a great magician's disciple.

And even the aristocrat had no way to do her, who was just a little girl.

It's a real noble who challenges dungeons, not fake ones that just show power and achievement.

The only warriors who could have competed have passed her.

They had a connection with the master. I knew her well.

When she left home she never looked back. Insects that merely sipped the dark part of history did not show any interest in dust.

They will eventually perish.

They must be destroyed by their folly.

"At that time, I'll laugh."

She cursed and left Neomia.

It is another anecdote that this country is closed in the nightmares and winter.