Lonely Attack on the Different World
Part 556 Even if you were told to welcome home, you wouldn't wait because your house is in the woods, but only Gob.
Day 119 City of Omui, Kingdom
The city is bluffing. Every day bright and vibrant city stands to shake expectations.
The cause is the orphans. The toddlers have been restless since I woke up this morning. It's my favorite beast man wandering around at the city entrance with his pajamas whilst softening up to the orphans, so even adults are restless and the whole city is softening.
Everyone thinks the same thing even if they don't talk. "Are you coming home?," begins the morning restlessly, hoping so.
Quiet dining room with no one left to rent out, cleaning the rented out annex after helping the main building of the inn... Everyday everyone laughed and was overflowing with happiness, as a gallon, the dining room has a much saggier air. The same goes for the city, an incredibly happy and lively city that has been developing and incredibly busy for a long time.
Yet I miss it a little bit. Only the heart of its happiness and liveliness is no longer pocky, and the businessness that leaves the gap vacant.
Even though there are so many smiles all over the city, everyone chases them with their eyes. Explore the annex of this inn, the Adventurer's Guild, the grocery store, the weapons store, the garment factory, and the city's boulevard… and the gates. I was wondering if you'd come home yet.
City Yuku merchants, running children, stalls where the voice of the call sounds, shopping housewives and adventurers abound, and outside the city, soldiers from all over the kingdom gather on the border to fight demonic forests and labyrinths in a peaceful, happy and lively city. It's a sight you want to dream about, a day you want to dream about.
Yet it's not enough. In an empty dining room, in front of the Adventurers Guild bulletin board, at the grocery store reception, everyone's looking lonely.
It's lively and full of laughter... but there's not enough fuss, screaming and blasting, there's not enough laughter, screaming and screaming.
That's the happiness of this city, and I miss it because everyone knows that that's the peace on the border.
I miss the noise and the rage of sermons and the screaming and bursting of fleeing had become the normal part of this city, which is why I miss the bustle.
Loud noises, loud voices make me do my eyes for a moment and disappoint. Happily watching the bustling city makes me feel like I'm missing a dream day.
I admire - beautiful armor, more beautiful sisters than that. There are no smiling sisters anywhere around just being nice and strong and being there.
There are no busy, funny, very sweet Mocha brothers or Ota brothers. Laughing, laughing, making a fuss, but this city and the border were protected and saved. A city without brothers.
I don't even have a tail-going daughter I'm friends with. We went to war with everyone, so that we could laugh peacefully at the towns and villages around us.
That day, everyone wore armor, armed with swords and spears, and went to battlefield. You're a sweet, always smiling, fun sister or brother... even though you're normal people who are nothing like us. I kept fighting demons to protect everyone because I was strong, and I went to war because I was strong.
The poor and dangerous city on the border has grown rich and everyone is laughing, but everyone realizes that there is nothing of the utmost importance.
My lodgings, grocery stores, consulates, they say it's a symbol of the city, but I know it's not. There are no more symbols (symbols), centers, or the most important things, and they say there is a lack of something that matters because of the pocky, hollow state of the city.
The city rumors softly. "Are you coming home?" There are expectations in my eyes so that I can follow the softening orphans.
Your father and your mother are coming to the annex even though you don't need them to your grandfather and grandmother over and over again. My father and mother were children before I was born back in the day, and the city I lived in when my grandfather and grandmother were about my father and mother was doomed by demonic raids, he said.
I miss everyone at that time. I'm just fighting a bunch of demons by myself, waiting so much for you to tell me about the demons and the hero "white freak" who died with the city. I have a lot of envy and gratitude for that, but I just want to see you. The desire to be with me, just there.
I'm sure everyone in the city feels something that has to be there. frustration with myself for not being able to do anything and helplessness for not being able to follow.
But it's changing a little bit, just a little bit. Everyone's trying to be brave and change. I'm in, too, because I want to protect you, too.
It was the orphans who changed the city, because the good boys who worked hard were healthy kids who worked desperately hard.
I thought they were good kids who worked every day and put money in the orphanage, but they were really desperate more than anyone else.
I wish I lived happily ever after because I've had such a hard time working and I can't buy rice and I'm weak and sick and I'm dying one after another... the orphans were desperate more than anyone else.
Even if I work a lot, I study seriously in the orphanage, train for battles in my free time, hunt demons when I'm off, give them LVs, and save. Children and adults in the city have changed when asked why, because there's no way they can stay the same.
At first, the city's wives, who were kind to the orphans, were impressed with the orphans and realized the importance of raising the LV. You can become stronger and healthier, then when aging stops and the old get younger, and when you defeat the demons, the demon stone becomes hexocrine. The city was flooded with beautiful clothes and daily necessities that I had never seen... and most importantly, I realized that I could protect my kids and even raise their LVs. When the children's LV rises, they become more resistant to injuries and illnesses, and in times of need, they can also escape demons.
The wives asked the orphans to pay their salaries to accompany them and start fighting. Day after day, the wives grew in numbers and took their children to calm the demons around the city, gradually beginning to enter the Devil's Forest and even challenge the upper levels of the labyrinth. When was the only time a meeting of the children's protection organization, the Cute Wife, was born on the border?
And when the men couldn't lose, they hunted the demons, and they were turning up the LV, they heard it. To the orphans who casually work hard, they say, "Good luck, huh?" Why are you working so hard on a casual story with no one without so much profound meaning... and people all over the city have come to know the thought.
"" "Grow up quickly and help your brother and sister -!
"" "My brothers and sisters saved me - so now we help!
"" "You protected me all the time, so one day we'll protect you! Protect your brother, your sister, the people of the city!
I wasn't trying hard with a sword in my tiny little hand to repay or anything, just to help because I was purely helped, to protect because I was protected, to be kind because I was tender. It wasn't even payback, that's why I worked hard every day.
"" "" We've been so nice to you and your sister, we'll be like your brothers and sisters one day too -!
That's why. Because I've seen tiny tiny little admirations, outrageous insane goals. That's why I was working hard, trying to be that one day.
When that story spread, the soldiers and adventurers changed the color of their eyes, and the adults changed their faces, wondering if I could leave it all to the little one. I knew what peace and happiness meant that I had left it all to myself, and everyone changed just a little bit.
And the most changed eyes were the wives. The meeting of the Cute Wife, a protection organization for children on the border, has been reborn… because we know what it really means to protect them. Then it was just about the inside of the house. The wives went out day by day and turned up their LVs, saved up their whiskers and then bought one demonic washing machine or demonic refrigerator after another, working together in the free time they created to expand their contact network and start hunting and ravaging demons.
Now one of the largest groups of adventurers (clans) on the border and turned into the greatest force, the wives of the "Pretty Wife" party are called and feared with awe and fear. It has become such a big organization that it spreads all over the border to rumors that if you mistake it for "pig ghost (oak)," you will die. And the children are stronger too.
The wives imitate the clichés of their sisters, "If my child protects me, I'll have a maiden." They wear sticks, magic protective equipment (multicoloured) pieces and aprons to overwhelm and overwhelm the area and grow to be more afraid of demons than demons. I also went into the Lower Organisation's "Pretty Daughter" meeting.
Because for when something happened... the clothes (apron dress) that I was given and the handed to me for protection were mythrill magic weapons that I could beat up with oak. In my first battle while being protected by my wives, Goblin wiped out in one blow… a weapon I've been using to clean without knowing it for a long time, but which boasts a national treasure class super destructive power.
High walls. It was beautiful outside the city walls that protected me all the time, and the walls that I was looking up to be trapped, so outside the city that I couldn't get out of was a green covered wilderness as far as I could see...... I also knew Demon Size and the others were cutting it open, and I had had a picnic with me, but the children I had seen outside for the first time were impressed.
Yes, and the picnic is pandemic. The border, frightened of demons all the time, regained the outside world… Soon we knew that those who were frightened could fight without doing anything, with weapons, equipment and medicines of course.
It was also the orphans who helped with that. Low LV picnic beginners are accompanied by orphans mediated when asked to do so in the Adventurer Guild, because the cute backpack the orphans always carried was a surface-controlled multi-warhead warhead containment bag (landscape) handed out by people with super worries in case the orphan encountered a demonic onslaught (stampede).
And the soldiers and adventurers dominate the labyrinth one after the other on the periphery where there is finally room for war, and the city is very busy with the moisturizing economy... but still lonely. I knew it wasn't enough. Because before we all go after him with our eyes... he's not here.
I shout not guilty at the heart of all the fuss, I say it's not bad at the root of all the fuss, I buy everything up and sell everything, I run out of inn money and nobody comes to tell me.
I don't need to pay for the lodging. Your father and mother said they didn't want to go to Grandpa and Grandma over and over again, and they said they would pay for the Ningro building, but they said it was a private price, and they built a giant luxury lodging, while there was always a dining room with no one to pay for the lodging.
The stronger I get, the more LV I can tell. I know why everyone fears because I'm going to be LV20 too. You can never defeat a Labyrinth King, no matter how strong he is. That's why the labyrinth tread feat, the miracles that people praise and admire, the legendary events that can make you a hero Tan.
I did it every day, even on the Labyrinth King's ladder. With just LV24...... I was fighting at the bottom of the labyrinth with the LV I was going to catch up with. And on top of that, he was poor!
'Cause when I first came to stay, I didn't have ten LVs for just one person... there was nothing strong about it.
That's what the orphans mean to protect. Those who were protecting everyone from disaster were fighting with such weak power, I thought they were strong, but for some reason I found out what it meant that your sisters were desperately trying to protect them.
And the gate opens. The stirring of the city that was twitching turns to cheer, everyone rushes to greet them with "welcome home" words. My tail-going daughter is waving from the carriage, too. My sisters, my brothers in Ota and Moga...... and mountains of orphans.
People all over the city are crying when they see the orphans holding them and not leaving them. Always energetic, courteous, resourceful, working children were just desperately hardworking. The loneliness was Riya, so I try not to let go of that tiny hand because I know the importance of happiness more than anyone else, so I can't hug and leave, because the scourge of happiness on the border has returned.
And a pile of orphans piled up high will come over here and talk, as usual.
"Pfft. General Common Billboard Daughter, would you please strip the orphan off a little because you have an oblique souvenir as best you can? Yeah, it's heavy, I'm currently underdodged, and I'm in a hurry to respond to all bullet-launched intensive saturation attacks of orphan flying hugging attacks (launchers), but it seems heavy? Yeah, that's heavy. In the meantime, it won't capture the heaviest child raccoon who would be joining in with momentum for some reason, that's the heaviest (guzzled)...... yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! but ahhh! Oh, this is a souvenir. Oh, my gosh!
It was the same Mr. Yao as usual, as if it were normal. That's why the usual words I used to say every day make me a natural voice.
"Welcome home. Your room is intact."
Another busy day is coming, noisy days are back, because the whole city is filled with smiles. Welcome back.