Sevens

I was terribly tired, but I woke up. I put up with sleepy and have breakfast.

The breakfast served at the inn didn't even seem delicious for flattery, but it feels delicious when I eat it because it's warm and my body wants it.

Nowem seemed relieved to see me like that.

"You seemed terribly tired yesterday, but you look okay today. He's not pale, either."

I've been looking after Nowem ever since I woke up.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth and even let them set my hair. On several occasions, I heard yelling in my first voice, most of which was about not relying on Nowem.

For some reason, he seems to care a lot about Nowem.

It's not just the first generation.

The fourth to previous generation - the first, second, third and fourth generation - feels sweet to Nowem somewhere.

From the fifth generation onwards, Nowem's parents won't say anything about it because it's a minister's house or even taking care of me.

"I'm kind of tired, but I guess it's better than yesterday. We'll be traveling all day today, and we'll finish shopping and wait for the carriage at the entrance."

"Right. I have a water bottle, so I need to buy preserved food and consumables."

Nowem's got it, but I barely have my stuff. The pedestrian also said that even if we were to travel, it would be too light.

"We need to get everything we can buy here, and we need to see the weapons in the next town."

It's a round waist now.

In Zell's cabin, there was a shovel, but there was no knife. I am also going to buy it somewhere because I am allergic to carrying such things on boulders.

"Do you have a sabel or something?

Nowem looks a little difficult. You must have remembered the servel I used.

"I think it has to be an industry. However, what good or bad is the weapon to me..."

Sounds sorry Nowem, but I'm formerly studying the magic of Holy Attributes. Unlike me, I am a wizard of complex and difficult sacred attributes because I am squeezing it into a single wizard in earnest.

But I can use other magic.

"Didn't you bring a cane? The wand Nowem had was a magic tool, wasn't it?

A magic tool is a weapon that encloses skills. Skills that an individual has only one skill are used in multiple uses.

Now more than balls, this one was mainstream.

"I'm sorry. I left it at the Foxz family. I don't have the nerve to bring it up personally because it can be described as a family heirloom on a boulder. But I still don't know about magic, but I've learned it. I'll show you something useful."

"Oh well."

Five big two days.

That is the foundation of magic.

In addition to the five major attributes of [Fire] [Water] [Sat] [Wind] [Thunder], two attributes exist that are said to be two days of [Saint] [Darkness].

Few, if any, are aristocrats able to use them as wizards. Most of all, those from the upper classes are now wizards, and other than that - especially in the Knights' House and elsewhere - some nobles cannot use magic.

The attributes you are good at vary from individual to individual, but you can still basically handle all attributes if you are a wizard.

However, Nowem is just working out as a specialty type.

"I'm healthy...... what a good boy"

I heard the first generation. When Nowem finds out they belong to the Foxxx family, he makes a clear statement.

To sum up the stories of the first generations, they say the Walt family is independently indebted to the Foxz family.

But is it the way of the times, the Walt family treats such a Foxz family as a minister? That seems unforgivable to the first generations.

Especially since the second and fourth generations have taken quite a care of me, I've been asking you to take care of Nowem for May.

"Lyell, shall I try harder on my own? 'Cause you rely too much on Nowem.'

That's what the second generation says, but I didn't know what to do.

(Or like I'm not the only one who relies on me because I take care of my ancestors for generations...)

There is no reason to talk to your ancestors in front of Nowem, but to continue the conversation while listening.

"You stopped by a nearby village today, and then you got to the town of destination. Leaving the Territory on foot?"

In my opinion, Nowem shows difficulty.

"That's good, too, but if you can, let's leave for confession with a bunch of pedestrians. It stands out just the two of us, and we meet our target."

Apparently, my opinion was bad. The first generation also pinches my mouth.

"Why don't you even know the basics?" Hey, this guy's too grown up for you. This is how the Walt family guy sells more wildness!

But the second generation returns to that opinion.

"Uh-oh! Though you must be stupid, not wild!

"Oh, my God! What an attitude towards my father! Get on the surface!

"I can't get out, idiot!

(Ugh, May...)

Before I left, I bought all the tools to travel in Inn Town.

He left the boarding town, stayed overnight in the village and arrived in town the next day.

The town on the edge of the Walt family territory was also a relay point connecting the Walt family to other territories. For this reason, the fort is also present nearby in view of the defense.

The number of soldiers is also higher than in other towns.

We arrived in town in the evening, but a pedestrian came to thank us.

'Cause I stopped by the village on the way over and helped a pedestrian. Mainly, Nowem was a handyman.

I was just looking at it for a little while.

"Thank you for helping me in the village along the way. There were no demons, but think of this as a fee."

That's what I say. I accept copper coins.

"Thank you"

I was the one who received it, but it was Nowem who returned the thank you.

"Your brother caught the attentive lady a lot, too. As long as I'm jealous."

"Ha ha..."

When I reply vaguely, the fourth generation raises its voice.

Say something that sounds sole to Nowem's liking! I'm a woman who can't say enough!

But that's where the fifth generation is called Bosoli.

'Cause you've had a lot of trouble with your mother, and you're just not comfortable saying that, are you? Totally......'

(What are these guys. I mean, are these really my ancestors?

Not that I don't want to admit it, but I still have one or two things to say.

"If you're going for a destination Darion, there's got to be a carriage out of a big city to King's Capital. It's safe to go that far, but be careful. The Walt family has a solid demonic extermination, but there are many dangerous places in other territories."

When I split up to thank the pedestrian for his explanation, Nowem and I decided to keep looking for a place to stay.

I can't even afford to be shopping today, so I intend to spend about two or three days in the inn like this and get ready.

I mean, I... I have a problem with balls.

Apparently, a skill has occurred to me, which has filled the boundaries of ball-skills. A third generation said it had enclosed eight skills and the balls had become [Baoyu].

Until now, I have only used my skills, but the effect of being able to talk to my ancestors, who are historical users, is also said to be the effect of treasure balls.

(As far as I'm concerned, it's just May...)

However, the treasure ball is not complete either. There are natural but driven conversations with such ancestors and the use of skills.

He used my magic for that.

(I can't get tired these days because it's an unfamiliar journey and a treasure ball)

I mean, the reason I'm getting tired is because my ancestors consume magic every time they talk. If it is dusty, it becomes a mountain.

"Dear Ryer, wouldn't you like to be here? Affordable for the equipment."

Nowem found me an inn, so I decided to follow it. I mean, I don't know what's good or bad. They all look the same.

"I wish I had a bath"

"Excuse me, this is the type of inn that rents hot water in a bucket."

When Nowem seems sorry, the fourth generation gets pretty.

That's how you keep saying luxury!

(Stop it. Because when you get so loud, your magic is diminishing)

The feeling of being consumed by others with their magic was really unpleasant. There is something spiritually and physically painful.

I just fell asleep in the inn, and I was in the room I was called in before.

The room you see when you're called in the treasure balls seems to be like an image created.

It's a room where I talk to my ancestors, but at the same time it feels like I'm dreaming.

We'll have a conversation with all the noisy faces, but it looks like we have something important to talk about today.

"I've been thinking about it for myself, but there's actually a verse that comes to mind -"

When the first generation says so, the second generation cuts it out.

I didn't get my opinion, and the first generation of barbarian style messed with me.

'More than that, why don't you set the rules for having a conversation? If we keep this up, Lyell's gonna crush us.

My grandfather agrees with the second generation that you worried about my magic.

'You guys are making too much noise! What will you do if your grandson falls!

Apparently, your ancestors are memories recorded on the treasure balls and skills themselves. It doesn't mean that part of my soul stays, etc.

They are dead.

But as a record, and as a skill, it seems to remain in the treasure ball. Most importantly, he looks at the height of his life and reflects his personality, so he's no different from his life.

Then the third generation says:

"Shall we decide on a facilitator? Marks will do it."

With that said, the remaining six agree that nobody wanted to do it.

"No objection. Come on. '

'I think it's good'

"Right."

"Oh, you guys just push me!

The fourth generation is furious, but it cannot change the flow of the scene, and then it takes on whether it is hard from the beginning.

And rulemaking continues afterwards.

"Personal names, dads, granddads. Lyell will be confused, and how many generations should we unify here, or something"

When the third generation said it, there was nothing to disagree with.

'Now, taking into account Lyell's less magical powers, conversation is in the direction of minimizing'

"... what don't you care dis?

The fifth generation says Kippari. In other words, the fifth generation feels most merciless.

'Cause it's not much. It's impossible to use magic for a few rounds to get limits. You can't use it in action. "

My ancestors tell me that I have less magic, but the rulemaking is over. I mean, I've been working out quite a bit, but when they told me it wasn't much, it was heartfelt.

'I mean, listen, you guys! Assuming it's the Walt family's first generation! I'm great, man!

We get that far, we don't listen to ourselves. Together, while the first generation is beautiful.

When I heard that, the second generation was laughing with their noses. Apparently, there is a certainty between the first and second generations.

The fourth generation of the facilitator permits the speech while correctly positioning the glasses.

"Concerned about the consumption of magic, so please be brief, first generation"

'... you could put about it on. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This is about Lyell's sister. Was she the perfect, atmospheric lady? Lyell, I want to hear one thing'

"Yes."

I'm serious about the atmosphere of the first generation more serious than usual.

"Your sister, isn't she pretty or pretty for her age? So much so that it's out of standard. Guys are coming over."

When I'm told that, I think about it a little bit. For the sake of thirteen, he was certainly the right sister for the word luscious.

Naturally, my parents won't admit it, but there are a number of engagement offers. Sometimes the man in the famous house applied for it.

"Right. For the sake of the year...... it wasn't my inner body, but it was beautiful. You were more than adorable, you were really beautiful."

'Right. At last, you said there was something wrong with the atmosphere of the mansion. You were normal until you were ten, weren't you? That suddenly changed,' he said.

I snorted in silence because I have a hard memory. He keeps asking me to look at myself and reminds me that it didn't pay off.

'Definitely!

And the first generation tells the facts about their sister in grandeur when they slap their fists at the table.

"Your sister - Ceres is a monster!

"... what?

"''... wow '' '

The air on the spot becomes subtle at once. It was just a more serious atmosphere than usual, and this is the result if you're listening seriously around.

The fourth generation declared the end of today's meeting.

'Yes. That's it because I've set the rules today. Avoid holding days in a row, but if you want to open it, I'll call Lyell here.'

"Oh, so please"

When I rejoice that my magic consumption can be contained, I hear that my surroundings are also disbanded and I leave the room. I thought I could leave because there was a door, but apparently they have their own room.

"That's it, good luck"

"You're annoying."

"Obnoxious ~"

'Ha, this is it if you think it's more serious than usual'

When each returns to the room, the first generation is outraged.

"You guys, listen to me! I'm serious! Seriously, he said he was a monster!

Looks like I can disappear from the spot if I want to go home, too. I finally greeted him and decided to disappear from the spot.

"Ah, well, good luck"

"You guys!!"

The first generation of screams echoed in a meeting room like place.