Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

On the coming day, I felt the village noisy early in the morning while I was watering the black rose with my skin.

Normally everyone would be working in the fields of their homes, in small orchards, or in rivers, but few are doing so.

What made me even more strange was the mixed atmosphere of anxiety and embarrassment in the busy atmosphere of the village. The atmosphere is clearly going in the wrong direction.

As I proved that my bad feeling was right, I saw Cress, one of Barran's subordinates, heading home from a steep face.

He is usually a cheerful man who has a strong reputation from the whole village, but he has a face that often changes from time to time with a face that has never been seen before.

And Cress's black eyes certainly stared at me, resting her hand watering the black rose.

Does that mean that I have something to do?

Mr. Cress seemed hesitant to open his mouth a little bit in front of me, but shook his head to the left and right to keep him from doing so, staring straight at my face and saying,

It was a soldier tone with a normal friendly attitude.

"Dorain, son of Goraon in the village of Bern. Come to the house of the mayor immediately. Gouda Shuttle, the fourth director of the Bellwill district in the northern outskirts, called."

Bellwill refers to the northernmost area of the northern outskirts, including the villages of Zanone, Borella and Bern.

The director is the title of an official who has been dispatched directly from the royal government on behalf of each local lord to manage the royal territory.

The highest position is the governor, and the districts in charge of management become narrower as the numbers increase, from first to second, third to third, and so on.

Would it be enough to manage one or two villages at best as the fourth officer? To put it simply, he's a woodcut official.

Following Cress's painful words, I and Cress headed for the village mayor's house.

On a short road, Mr. Cress was silent all the time, and I had to sigh in my chest, apparently this was not going to be a good thing.

I didn't particularly do anything about my future vision or my fate, but it seemed to me that my bad feeling was right when I came to the central square where the village chief's house was.

If you look at the square, you will find Serina and other important people of the village, such as the head of the village, Shenna, the daughter of the head of the village, Baran and his subordinates, and Mr. Muggle.

So far I've known people, so I don't have any problems except that their faces are not uniform.

If there is a problem, there are black wagons parked in the middle of the square, strangers sitting on chairs near them, and fully armed soldiers around them.

There are ten soldiers in all. All are armed with full body armor and long spears, and have long swords on their waistbands.

What I can't overlook is that she's in a position where she can pierce the tip of a long spear all the time around Selina.

I felt rage burning in one corner of my heart, and I had to be very conscious that it would not be revealed.

The explosion of emotions that has dispelled me is just as meaningful as the Great Demon King of the Demon World and the evil gods manifesting on the earth with full power, or greater than that.

I saw a middle-aged man sitting in a chair wrapped in a combination of wood and wrapped with cotton in silky cloth, guessing that he would be the fourth officer, Gouda.

The gray garments, probably government officials, are everywhere crumpled, with excess cloth everywhere, and it looks clunky.

The gray hair decorating the head was generously wrapped in oil and glowing eerie.

The flesh on the cheeks and neck is shaved and skinny, and the complexion is not ruddy. The lips with sorry meat were opened thinly, and only this beautiful white tooth arrangement was visible.

For me it was the first time I had ever seen a man who was so skinny like this Director Gouda after being reborn as a man, who could only describe it as wire.

As Christina said, in my village at least since my birth, I have never suffered from daily food shortages and have never starved.

Above all, I was concerned about the turbidity of Gouda's eyes.

Certainly it is cloudy, but it is more of a turbidity of brewing of indifference and self-disgust for others coming from desperation than of humbleness and ugly desires of innate human beings.

Looking away from Gouda, I gazed around Gouda with two figures that seemed to be in the second position or position after him.

One is a centaur, a half horse and half horse whose lower body is a supple, flesh horse with a chestnut fur and whose upper body is connected to the upper body from a waist.

With flaming red hair tied in the back of the head, the bristles sway in the breeze.

From the hull to the human upper body, it is hardened with dull shiny steel armor.The right hull is fastened with a long conical spear, and on both hips there is a dagger with a trace of a used mark. Shaking.

Centaur species inhabit mainly vast grasslands and plains, and have a physical structure of humans and horses, so they handle bows while running and utilize their explosive leg strength and instantaneous power to use He is good at holding short spears.

Centaur is a well-known fighting force that shoots arrows while swiftly striking the battlefield in unison and assembles in a group to assault with a lance. It is well known that it gives fear to enemies and gives fear to allies.

Also, as a whole species, there is a tendency for themselves to be strict and proud of being a warrior, and many of them are mercenaries or knights who are close to human-centered nations and society.

Centaur species and humans have a long and deep association with each other, as indicated by the fact that some nations also have knights composed only of centaur.

Obviously, the centaur woman is the superior of the soldiers, apparently due to the different quality of the equipment, one or two.

The slightly amber eyes of the amber are slightly staring at Gouda with a slightly blaming color. Apparently he doesn't seem so friendly.

Baran, who irritatedly taps on the long handle of her favorite hammer that she had dropped down to her waist, is staring at the centaur.

He is the coordinator of the soldiers here, and is probably Barlan's direct boss in Galois.

Every time she noticed Baran's gaze, she was slightly sorry to lower her eyebrows.

This is a painful sight of Barran who is looking at it, because it is a contrast between Baran who is strictly displeased and a beautiful woman with a strange age.

The other is a woman who seems to be close to fifty, dressed in the same frugal white milan robe as Retisha's, and lowered the sect's necklace, which has a slightly more elaborate design than Retisha's. .

The wrinkles are conspicuous, but they also function as one of the gentle atmospheres. Even the babies who are crying stop stroking just by stroking their heads and smiling with an amazing smile.

A woman who receives such an impression.

The black hair, a mixture of white and white, is tied behind the neck, and, unlike the Centaur, she has a clear look at Gouda with blame and color.

Next to him is Retisha, who stands uneasy, and perhaps this elderly female priest is no different from the teacher who said she was very helpful when she was in Galois.

When talking to her teacher, Retisha had a very gentle face and she wanted to meet her someday.

"Are you Doran? Come here"

There is no point in opposing. While the village chiefs were worried, I stopped with a little hesitation in front of Gouda, no matter what unreasonableness was waiting.

After waiting for my foot to stop, Gouda received a glass of tin from a fair-skinned boy he had kept aside, and poured the liquid into her throat in a breath.

"Huh, you don't like the look you like.

HM? This man wants to go to hell where the most sinful things that will not be saved forever after death are dropped.

When I barely suppressed my emotions, the female priest by the side of Retisha blamed Gouda.

"Director Gouda! I must have already proved. Not only the oracle of the oracle, but also the Maillar priest, she is not an evil monster by the judgment of Mother Maillar!"

Unlike the oracle received by Retisha when Serina faced with the Barrans, the referee is a high-level miracle that asks the gods she worships directly for answers to questions.

The fact that we can do that means that even if the elder woman priest is a priest, the virtue is likely to be higher than his rank.

"Priestman Paramy, I am not skeptical of the great Maillar's judgment. However, as a small man entrusted with the holy right to administer this area by His Majesty, there is no danger of any danger I have to pick it up too. ''

"But, what's your statement?"

"It's okay. You've already heard of your wish to see the evils of the monsters. There's no more turning for you."

Gouda stared at Serina, seemingly boring.

"Well, if I was told that way, I wouldn't ask any more questions. But will you pay the tax for the monster, mayor?"

"Yes. I will definitely give it. Gouda."

"Now, the demon has the great Mylar's wishes, so let's spill my eyes unless it violates the laws of the kingdom.

The Merciful Majesty will accept the tax, which is the right of the people, as a monster.

But there are still stories that cannot be discarded. I hear that people and elves living in the forest of Ente have recently come to this village.

And the goods of the forest of Ente enter Galois via this village. The kingdom guarantees the right of people to store wealth.

However, it was hard to overlook the fact that trying to form contact with the people of the Ente Forest, which had no active exchange during the pioneering period, without waiting for the approval of the Governor-General of Galois. ''

"In words, Director, there should have been a report from the governor of the Galois School of Magic Olivier to the Governor's Office regarding this matter."

Gouda flicks his eyebrows and stares at my face in an unpleasant manner.

"Sure. Olivier reported from the origin of the forest of Ente, but it should also be from the village of Bern.

At least before I have to bother walking. By the way, Doran, I heard, seems to have triggered you to interact with the people of the forest of Ente. ''

"Yes, that's right"

"What was your intention to make contact with the people of the forest? To take control of the governor's office and hide the taxes to be paid to the kingdom, and fertilize their own stomach beside the other people who sweat on their foreheads Is it? "

"It is not such an intention.

If you can check the report from Olivier, you will know everything, but for each other with the people of the forest of Ente who helped the emergency situation that occurred in the forest of Ente with a little help, It's just an exchange.

I am not thinking about the terrible things that the director would say. Of course, we will also pay the taxes we need to pay in accordance with the strict laws set by the kingdom, even for the wealth that we have gained in exchange with them. ''

"He speaks wisely at the peasant's edge. Once upon a time, the land was spearheaded by the prince of Almadia, and was especially respected by the late royal family.

But if you squat on that privilege and there are many awe-inspiring moves that take on the kingdom, you can't miss it.

How do you prove, as you have said, that the villagers have no dark thoughts?

They draw in terrible monsters such as Lamia, collude with the people of the Ente Forest, which had never been associated before, and don't have a bad idea as a cover, because they are a remote area. ''

Gouda's words showed that Serina, surrounded by spears, regretfully turned her face down and clenched her fist.

The squeaking sound of the reason's lid creaks, and the emotions of the anger being pushed in are about to explode. I countered Gouda, desperately keeping her emotions out.

"Too much words, Director. She is Lamia, but since she came to this village, she has worked very well with everyone in the cordial village.

Isn't the miracle performed by Priest Paramis even more assured of being good in the judgment of the great Maillar?

In addition, there is no one who thinks the terrible things to say to the villagers against the royal family, the father of the country. It is just living hard day by day.

Please do not say such words. ''

"What a confession that you can't prove in the end. How many words can you put in your words and how much trust you can put.

It's wiser to apologize for your blame if you repeat boring words! "

My words and actions ended up only exacerbating Gouda's anger, and Goshuda, whose spirits spread all over her head and became blushing, threw her empty cup at my face.

As the people around me made a goofy face for Gouda's work, I dared to take a cup that could be avoided if I wanted to.

It would be nice if Gouda's drinking could be reduced a little, and avoiding or accepting it would only add extra Gouda frustration.

But the cup, which was supposed to hit my forehead, was never caught by a fine hand extending from my left.

"Mr. Christina"

Christina, who hadn't been able to see him until recently, grabbed the cup and stopped it.

Christina, dressed in plain clothes with her sword Elsparda on her waist, looked back at me, slowly lowering her right hand, holding the cup.

"I didn't seem to dare to avoid it, but I couldn't overlook where my friends were hurt.

"No, if I did it for me, all I have to say is thank you. Thank you."

"Hmm, right?"

Laughing just a little happily, Christina looked down and stared at Gouda.

"Director Gouda, I'm Christina from Galois Magic Academy."

"Christina? A student at Magic Academy, and that silver-haired red-eyed ... then, is it rumor now? Why are you here, no, if you're that bloodline, would you visit this village?"

"I've just arrived, so I don't know the details.However, the director seems to be suspicious of Doran, and thus this village of Bern."

"Um, um. Despite the news from Olivier's Dean, there was nothing like interacting with the people of the forest of Ente. I need to check the details."

"I don't know what to say. However, in my view, it seems that I was only suspicious of my personal opinion before the strict investigation.

I'm only a student after all, but there's something I can't overlook that the director's behaviour, as someone who is in control of the people.

"Christina, no matter how you are, I am responsible for performing the duties and performing the duties of His Majesty the King.

As you have said, it is wise that you, as a student, do not insert your unnecessary mouth.

I'm not reluctant, but I have to tell my father what happened here. That's good or bad given your position. ''

For a moment, Christina gasped. Are you in trouble with your family? Why did you swallow Christina's heart in the fog of gloom when she first met?

Christina breathed a little longer and seemed to shake herself away.

"As you like. I guarantee the innocence of the director, Doran and the people of this village. The people I have seen with this eye while staying in this village are the directors There are only those who have never thought about what the Lord said.

Selina ... Lamia girl living in this village and interacting with the people of the forest of Ente are not only useful in this village, but also from a large perspective, it should be beneficial for Galois. Do you know that? ''

"I would like to say," How did you just repeat the words of a student at Magic Academy? ... I can't ignore that word because she's so unique. "

Do you really know? Your own position, responsibilities and influences. Now, if you haven't heard the words you've spoken to, you can still keep telling your father. ''

"There are no words."

"It's a worthy determination. But if you continue this way of life, you will soon be ruined. Your temper is too innocent to your position.

You feel good as an individual, but you're not in a world where it works. ''

"I am only alive to be ashamed of my mother called to heaven."

"The dead are not pleased or encouraged, let alone comfort. They only pierce the void of those who have left them."

HM? Suddenly, Gouda's words were accompanied by feelings that could not be described as sarcastic or false.

Feelings of emptiness and loneliness that make you feel depressed even to live. Is there something in this guy as well as Christina?

"Still, I can't turn away from my mother living in my heart."

Christina's unmistakable words seem to have heard Gouda's heart breaking.

"I see. I'm glad if you tell me that much. I'll do my best to pursue it further, but don't forget about it.

If this village does anything detrimental to Galois or the kingdom, then you will be held responsible. One day, you may regret today's event. ''

"I did what I thought I should do."

"I don't feel envied at that strength. Let's turn back today. Hey, get ready to rush back. There is no use in this village anymore."

The words of Gouda, who was so tired, the boy of the servant, the knight of the Centaur, and the soldiers turned a little surprised before taking action.

I'm thankful that Goda's question changed with Christina's question, but it would be somewhat difficult to follow Gouda's dizziness that seemed crazy to them who came with me.

Gouda jumps into the carriage and the soldiers form a platoon following the instructions of the knight.

Looking at the scene, a servant boy came here and received a cup that Christina had in her hand, and suddenly bowed slightly at me.

"I'm really sorry for Gouda. I apologize on behalf of my husband."

Marco and the seemingly same-year-old boy speak apologize with a voice and attitude that they can recognize.

It wasn't possible given my position and position, and I accepted the apology from the boy with some fuss.

"No, there's a point in what the director says. It's natural to doubt."

"Even so, that behavior was overkill. I'm sorry for you and the villagers. And please forgive Christina and you."

"No, I don't care as much as Doran. It's true that I'm just a student and I can't stand up."

"I'm sorry. I'm gonna work with my husband to prevent this from reaching your ears.

"No, I guess it would help me to be honest. I'm not sorry for what I did, but I was a little depressed when I thought about it."

Yes, he answered and returned to the carriage, which was preparing to leave. Just before getting into the carriage, I turned around again and bowed deeply.

As the storm comes, the officers leave and Serina, who has been immobilized among the soldiers, crawls to the forefront and hugs me powerfully.

"Oops, here and there, Serina. It's good to hug, but don't rush."

"Because I was bothering Doran and the villagers for my cause, and he was thrown on the brunt and threw a cup.

It was good because Christina accepted me, but it was not wrong if I hit it. ''

Immediately, as soon as I cried, Serina's sobbing voice and the warmth of hugging me, as I did not want to leave, I was healed, and I turned my hand on Serina's back and stroked her head to help the infant.

"Yes, I know, of course, everyone in the village knows that Selina is a good boy. I don't hate to be like this. I would have been scared.

Serina shook her face from side to side, burying her face in my neck.

"I was afraid, but I was much more afraid that Dr. Dolan would be hurt more than that.

"Well, did you worry about me? Thanks, Selina, and Christina. Thanks a lot. Thanks, but it was good. But"

His hands patting Serina's head and hair did not rest, and as I turned her water, Christina shrugged her shoulders.

It's a pretty broken gesture to this person, but it also wonders how beautiful it looks like a human.

"Well, it's going to work out. I've been stuck in my life several times, but it's always been and I've managed to do it. That's all right."

Apparently, we are intentionally cheerful so that we don't need to worry about it. Then pretending to be unaware of that would be a way to reward Christina's goodwill.

"Yes, that's fine, but it's because we're the cause anyway. Please say anything if you can help us. Christina has become my benefactor in this case. That's why "

"I'm a benefactor. I'm rather thankful to you and the people in this village."

Unable to measure the meaning of Christina's muttered little word, the village chief walked towards us, sticking his cane, and bowed deeply to Christina.

"I'm sorry, Christina. I've been bothering you in my village. How can I apologize to your grandfather?"

"Look up, it was my will. My grandfather would laugh and forgive me, but the village chief, Doran and Selina."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Both of them are like my grandchildren and granddaughters. All the villagers are family members.

"Yes, I was relieved to hear that. I couldn't sleep at night if my important friend was blamed."

"Really, Doran and Selina seemed to have a lot of horses, but Gouda wasn't like that before."

"Mayor of the old manager?"

As I continue to crap Serina, she asks the mayor, who shakes his head in a seemingly impatient manner.

It is a matter of course that if the director was in charge of this village before, it would be natural to know the village head, but from the mouth of the village chief, there is a sound that the director has become like a different person. Sounded like that.

"Before you were born, I was a person who broke my heart in this village.

She helped me a lot since the northern part was still being developed, but she lost her young son as a sickness, and her wife died one after another. It has become like that.

When the son died in addition, he had come to this village and could not see his death.

He was very sorry for that, and since his wife died, he began to behave in such a way that he did not show interest in this village.

I don't know if I come to the village once every few years like today. Perhaps coming to this village will remind you when your son died. ''

got it. He was crushing his heart in the pioneering of the north and was unable to see the child's death while losing his heat.

That the turbidity of those eyes was a turbidity that had been recruited because the heart could not endure the tragedy that attacked in quick succession.

Informed of the unexpected situation of Gouda, neither Christina nor I or Serina spoke.