Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

Although the students dropped me off and left the college, I couldn't possibly know where the three of them were, so I decided to go back to the voice pavilion with a kitten stroke to pick up my stuff.

I was going to put a word of farewell on Bernadette, but there was no sign of Bernadette in the stroking voice pavilion.

"Lady wouldn't be home yet, would she?

The old man with the face out of the kitchen was about to ask me a question, and I raise my hand down.

"Shall I tell the lady when she gets back?

... Why are you so attentive!

You just think you're reading my mind anymore, don't you?

"Well, I guess I'll ask."

"Say goodbye, and you won't get it, will you?

"Are you Esper or something!?

"You idiot.... just a senior in life."

"Huh," the old man grinning and wiping his cup. As much as I might have called you master if you were in a different place, I'd look reluctantly...... Huh!

"Hey, you're hot because there's a place to say that in front of your face."

"What is it, a sermon?

"Call it advice, fool brave"

When I sit in the counter, the old man pours milk into the glass he was wiping and puts it out in front of me.

"To a man, and who gets to drink thick milk from me?"

"We're not a kid's cafeteria. Put that down. It's just booze, water, and soutes."

That's what I say, old man sitting in the seat next to me.

I had no choice but to drink it. It's strange and refreshing to drink.

"Oh, my God."

"It's a rare beast fancy sheep milk. Pretty expensive, huh?

Is that a fancy sheep? Teeth protruding, nasty pink haired sheep. The woman says she's cute, and she's a very popular demon enough to see fancy sheep goods.

Basically harmless, but when you feel fear, you say you run away with nerve poison gas sprinkled all around you, rare beast.

"I'm surprised there's such a good thing coming out of such a ghetto."

"Getethings are delicious and the market is set."

My old man and I are bittersweet because we are people in a position where we don't think that rare beast is cute.

"Are you going now?

"... well, as long as I've been around"

"Right.... Haven't seen you in a while, have you had fun?

That said, the old man scratched my hair and went back to the kitchen.

"... damn, don't go crazy"

I gently fixed my messy hair and then got up and I left the kitten ringing pavilion behind.

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"Kuke."

"Uh, so be stubborn"

Zyrba, a silver feathery Krukel. I borrowed it from Sylvia, but I'm in a bad mood because I didn't do it all over for the time being.

"Kuke."

"Wow, don't stick around. What's wrong with this?"

Suddenly I get stuck in the back and look back and it looks like a pouch-shaped magic bag (four-dimensional poke) on my hips is the target.

What do you think? He took off the pouch stopper and snapped my leg.

"Me?... fah!?

When I realized it, Zulva was hanging around me.

"Ahhh!? Zilba! Temehe, you don't want to be a grilled chicken. Wow! Stop it! Roo-hoo!! Stop. Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey!

Trying to get Zulva to yell down, Zulva swung me up and down, as if to smash all the contents of the back.

And the truth is, you're right, he threw it on a dagger to change into a dish on his bedding, a double sword on a spear, and everything he was packing in his porch made a gushing noise and got smashed

And finally Zuilba, like a pendulum,

Poop.

He threw me away.

"Whoo!... whack, this one... hmm?

Falling off his face and enduring pain as he stands, he bends his legs in front of scattered objects and lowers his posture.

"... is that it? If you don't get on, you mean put this stuff on?

"Kuke."

To my inquiry, Zulva returns with a prolonged squeal.

Krukel is one of the most popular rideable animals alongside horses. It is more prevalent than horses in some regions, especially Lieselion, because they think it is a divine bird.

Krukel's biggest feature is his leg strength. It is powerful enough to gently outperform the horse at the highest speed and tow any heavy luggage without difficulty.

But on the other hand, I don't have stamina, and if I run as hard as I can, I don't have enough. And I can be more timid and nervous than a horse (needless to say Zuzirba's nerves are diagrammatically thick).

Such a kulkel, but I have an unusual taste, saying I like to put something heavy on my back.

Zulva wants to say, "If you don't want to ride, at least put it on". Don't try to move in front of scattered baggage.

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"Okay. But the spears and all that dangerous stuff, they're down, right?

Zulba nodded cocklessly, pecking at the rope he seemed to have zeroed with him from the porch, and handed it to me.

Now roll it up. Oh, boy.

"Company, huh?

"Ah?"

He was suddenly called out as he crouched down and gathered objects that could never be described as household goods, such as daggers and spears, and poured them into the porch.

Looking back, thinking it was a voice I'd heard, there was a handsome man in white like a courtesy, looking down at me.

"I knew it! You surprise me, I can't believe you're really here!

Handsome. When I grabbed the hand you offered, handsome. You pulled my arm and let me stand.

"Long time no see, company. I was wondering if Mr. Norn might have told me you were on a journey. But I didn't think you were really there."

You look good. You keep smiling and slapping me on the shoulder.

But you're being so friendly to me, handsome. Like I'd half ignore you, I was handsome. I was rebelling in my head with words that leaked out of your mouth.

(Definitely. Definitely, you said Norn, right?)

I don't know what happened when I was gone, but apparently you handsome people made contact with Grandma.... Well, how did Grandma tell you about me...

"Then... do you know about Mr. Norn?

"Oh. I mean, I've only known her name since I heard you went to her, but the Queen of the Country introduced me to Lieselion and I've never seen her face to face. That's when I heard you go on a journey."

Lieselion...... Sylvia?

At that time, Luxeria was celebrating the victory or something festive.

Is it also natural that the emperor of Lieselion, a great power, is invited to a political party? That's what he says. I love how hard it is.

"And I'm glad you look good. Suddenly, I was surprised to hear that you went to Mr. Norn, the guild leader, to learn how to escort him.... We had a lot going on, and we could only care less."

... I see, that's what you're set to say, Grandma.

But a lot.

Are you sure Agniera and I met after I disappeared?

I feel like I'm here now, crossing several dead lines. For a moment, I could see the look on your face, handsome.

"I'm sorry, I made you worry."

"Fine, never mind. This is how I found out it was a breath disaster. That's enough."

How dare you. Seriously, you look good from your sexual roots!?