Ohanabatake no Maousama

On that day, Adelia was being visited by an unexpected person.

"It's an unusual dart. What do you need for me?" Darten usually talks only to his brother, Kuders, and the village chief, who reports his work. Rather, it seems that Darten is not good at women like Adelia.

"Well, what a hell. I'm a little anxious, but I don't count on other guys. You're smarter than me, and I'm not afraid of Kodels's big brother. I don't think you can rely on your worries the most. ''

In a dialogue spilling out of Darten's mouth, Adelia imagined some inferences. The condition of not being afraid of Kuders may be something that Kuders wants to hide or disadvantage. And relying on Adelia, who is not good at it, just because others do not, is likely to be a risky content.

"Well, then to me? I'm honored to be counting on you," Adelia smiled and closed the paper she was holding. Maybe a little longer.

"Whatever the story is, please hang on the chair there. Please treat me to a tea." Magic tool After finishing the paperwork, Adelia hits a pot with a fingertip to boil the water inside . He then opened the special tea lid that he got from Kudels. The sweet and refreshing scent reminiscent of musky grapes drifts in the room, and both Adelia and Darten squint and smile.

"Oh, that's a pretty good tea leaf? I don't know the brand, but it's the best summer picker?" "Well, you understand? I'm glad."-Apparently, the tea is good or bad. It seems that he understands.

Adelia squints to the surprisingly good taste of Darten, which seems seemingly frivolous. At the optimum temperature, shaking the contents at a moderate speed, and with the utmost care to squeeze the last drop, she offered a warm, plain white tea cup to the darten.

"Hey, I thought it would come out with a gorgeous cup, but this is surprising. But white porcelain that discarded the decoration to the limit is like a new one." It's hard to do it because it doesn't do it, it reveals the shape, the quality of the stone, and the skill of the craftsman. No. "

After talking so much, they ate tea without either. Say nothing, just enjoy tea. It would have lasted about five minutes, and it was Darten who opened his mouth.

"Now, let's get into the main topic. I'm worried about the situation when this village was damaged." "Well, surprisingly. Other people are interested in me. "What a surprise," Adelia was secretly joyful, with a surprised face.

――I never thought that a candidate would appear from such a place! I thought that something was wrong about the disaster situation in the village for a long time, but I was too busy to do that Because he couldn't take any action.

When you ask Kudels, you don't seem to want to know much about it, and they're distracted. I can't tell if it's trying Adelia or if it really isn't. But it wasn't pleasant to know that there was something we didn't know anyway.

"The first thing I noticed is that there are some villages in the surrounding area with similar conditions, but only this village is strangely damaged." Why the only weir that protects this village was not repaired Were you old? And aren't the nearby villagers coming to help?

"And while the recovery is left to the adventurers, the deputy isn't going to see it," advertises Adelia. The villagers were resentful of why the deputy did not come here, but there was no information on why he was resentful.

In the first place, it's almost impossible to get help from an adventurer, even if you don't get help from another territory. Moreover, the round throw was a bit strange. That is almost harassment.

Because ... the perception that adventurers are gatherings of rogues is common. And no exceptional adventurers are here. However, even if they do come, they can't have a spectacular turn for those who specialize in storms.

"It's a bit unnatural. I'm just asking about the situation, but I just feel like it's just because I got it. It's a bit inconsistent ..." Darten nods.

"That's so. I know everybody here is very resentful of the deputy. "I agree. That's like ... it's close to the grudges of those who have killed their families. Although they have lost their male hands due to the aging of the weir, they are almost as if they were killed. Other than those who have lost their families, they have similar resentments, and I can only imagine that there is something else. ''

Although they exchange opinions in such a way, just finding out that they have the same question does not mean that they know anything particularly new. However, neither of them has hopes for a solution from the beginning. But they aren't doing anything else.

"I'm just talking to someone and I'm refreshed. Somehow, I'm not good at having this kind of stomach." Darten told her, and drank tea and stood up. Adelia doesn't seem to have to talk anymore, she will not stop.

"I realized that I had the same question and I felt sorry. If you do, will you let me know?" "Oh.

It was then that they exchanged such greetings. The door of my private room in Adelia opens.

"I'm sorry. Ah, uh ..." It was the village chief who was shy. Perhaps he ran because of urgent news. The village chief's hair was ragged and his breath was a bit rough.

"Oh, what's wrong?" When Adelia asks her, the mayor turns down once, holds her breath, and raises her face. He said with his eyes radiating eerie light, like a demon fire.

"The deputy is coming to this village."