Sevens

I [Lyell Walt], who lost in battle to his sister [Ceres], who was hailed as a monster, and kicked out of his home, the Walt family, surround the table with two women.

(Oh, it doesn't taste)

Having a slightly late dinner, I worried about how this could have happened.

I'm the one who got kicked out of the Count's house and lost everything.

I lost everything and left my hometown to be an adventurer for now.

[Nowem Foxz], my ex-fiancé, followed me through losing everything. Formerly the second daughter of the Baron's family, she is also a facial acquaintance from an early age.

He's a well-made ex-fiancé, and I'm the one who can't get his head up.

It's not scary or scary.

He sold off all the household tools he had bought for me and used them for me.

He even takes care of me unknowingly.

Gentle, then beautiful.

Bright brown hair was side-tailed and now she was eating quietly. A spoon touches a pale pink lip.

Purple eyes look at the dishes they cook themselves. Bread in soup, and roasted meat that was cheap, were on the table.

"Dear Lyell, doesn't it suit your mouth?

You realize I was watching, Nowem looks a little worried.

"Oh, no!

That's why I restarted my meal.

And he also turned his gaze to the woman sitting in front of Nowem.

The red hair stretches to the back and the tips of the hair are slightly habitual. Purple eyes were moving tightly to see how unsettled they were.

[Aria Lockward] is the woman who was kicked out of the house.

Besides, the reason they kicked me out is different than me.

Because her father was connected to the Bandits. The bandits, who made their way into the city of Darion, uprooted the abandoned mines nearby and forced several of their men to dive into the city.

It was her father who helped.

Formerly the Viscount family, the prestigious Rockward family who even held office as a legal aristocrat.

She - Aria's father - crushed it in one generation.

Plus, I even sold off the Rockward family heirloom.

When I was to expel the bandits, I played my stupid son, who had been kicked out of the house, and took back the family heirloom with financial assistance from Darion's lord.

"Oh, this is delicious"

When Aria says so, Nowem looks happy.

I explained the cooking with a smile.

"The meat was beaten and soaked in alcohol. Good for your mouth."

I swear to God, I didn't fall in love with Aria and help.

Definitely not.

Me and Nowem are at home for a reason.

Aria's father, who was connected to the Bandits and sold off [Jade (Gyoku)], who owned more than one skill, was now imprisoned by the Lords.

And you'll be expelled from the house where you lived.

Originally, Aria was prepared the same way to become a whore. But the reason I crusaded the Bandits was because I fell in love with Aria...

"Tastes better than I make..."

To Aria, who seems a little sad, Nowem tells her to comfort her.

"I'll tell you what I can do."

"Oh, please"

- It was pushed by Mr. Bentler, the lord.

(This, then, you scumbag!

Nowem has given me money to serve as an adventurer, and I even take care of him.

Yet I'm letting her live in my house because I've got a woman I like.

Of course, I didn't help Aria because I felt uncomfortable.

There was a good reason.

In this state, I confessed to Nowem and told him how I felt. But Mr. Ventler wasn't the only one who recommended accepting Aria.

Nowem was also positive about acceptance.

After the confession of my decision...

"I'm so glad to hear how you feel. But if I'm tied to Master Lyell, I don't think Mr. Aria is comfortable. Here, if you'll take it with Aria when Lord Lyell becomes a one-man adventurer..."

- and so on.

(I succeeded because of it, but what do you mean, back to shaking it out? I mean, I couldn't imagine Nowem recommending Harlem!

Looks like the trigger was my word.

When I left my hometown, I said I was going to chase Nowem back.

[Become an adventurer, make a harem, and live relaxed]

I said something like this.

That's what Nowem said, apparently: 'Adventurers who can maintain Harlem are top notch. And you need to be a superior adventurer to live relaxed.

He understood that my purpose was to become a superior adventurer. "

Wrong.

I don't understand why I made a mistake there when I'm usually a well-guessed kid.

(I thought Nowem would go home in disgust if I could tell he was a bad guy. Yet follow me...... and besides, you did your best, but take my word for it truly)

I forgot, too, but he remembered it in discipline.

But let me tell you...

I really didn't feel bad about it.

(Yes, I have these guys - this [Baoyu]...)

A treasure ball can also be referred to as a finished shape of a ball.

A balls is when a person can only have one. It is a tool that allows you to remember skills that are not expressed.

It's not mainstream now, but it seems that the balls that have remembered those skills have been completed by remembering eight skills.

It went from balls to jewels.

My yet to be proven skills and the seven skills recorded in the blue treasure balls that the Walt family has inherited from generation to generation.

It's just that the problem...

"Aria, you're so cute... you're such a pathetic kid to be haunted by your fucking father and kicked out of the house"

A wild voice is heard from the treasure balls.

It's the voice of the Walt family's first [Basil Walt].

"Look in the mirror and say it! 'Cause that's where my fucking father's face would be!

I hear voices selling fights in the first generation.

It is the second generation [Crassel Walt] of the Walt family.

The second generation, as if it were a hunter's outfit, is spoken of in the Walt family as plain existence.

The first generation led a pioneering group to entertain the village, and the Walt family, who became lords and local nobles, began.

And the third generation gained fame as righteous generals by succeeding in the King's retreat in the war against other nations.

Moreover, because it was a successful retreat and the battle died, the name [Slay Walt], the third generation, still comes up when the topic comes up at that time.

The second generation, sandwiched by both, is plain even in the Walt family.

- But the facts are different.

An unplanned expanse of territory, and the first generation to persuade the barbarians with their fists to fit under the umbrella.

The unreliable and floating son has a mild reaction to everything.

The second generation, sandwiched by the two of them, is someone who has struggled considerably to consolidate the foundations of the Walt family.

Yet he is also a pathetic man who is not appreciated.

(... second-generation, tough hit for the first generation today)

When it became a treasure ball, personality dwelt in the skills that were recorded.

It is also a memory of the ancestors who have used it.

When my skills were expressed and balls became treasures, my ancestors woke up as skills.

But this treasure...

"You're doing well today, first and second generation."

It's the third generation I'm laughing and listening to you two quarrel.

But what I hear also means that the treasure balls are used.

- Which means you're consuming my magic.

I didn't even use my skills!

(Can't you guys just be a little more adult...)

Because of their willingness to use skills, or because of restrictions on their use, they are also imposed by skills.

That's why I did Aria a favor to use my skills.

Why did you need to do Aria a favor?

That's because Aria was similar to her first lover.

Besides, it seems Aria is a living copy of that first love figure.

As a result, it became a trend to crusade the bandits.

First generation skills can now be used, temporarily but also other skills.

However, third and seventh generation skills are still not available.

Restrictions are imposed because my body can't stand it.

(These guys are definitely not treasure balls. It's a curse tool or something)

I can't help but think so, and gradually my appreciation of the treasure balls is declining in me.

I'm the one who welcomed Aria, but naturally what we need is strength.

As a result, Aria was asked to become an adventurer.

He also admitted that he was sorry that he would just be fed.

He gave it to me...

"Now complete your party registration. Aria has joined us, but please be aware that your contract with Mr. Zelfie cannot be extended"

Brown-skinned, musculoskeletal guild clerk with red hair as the boy's head - Mr. Hawkins told me, and Aria is also looking nervous.

He looks tough, but he was still kind and polite at work and an excellent official at Darion's Adventurer Guild.

"Yes!

Mr. Zelfie, a mentor, speaks to Aria, who received the guild card.

"I'm not too nervous. I have a position from now on, so I'll call it off while I'm at work. Aria, is that okay with you, lady?

Mr. Zelfie, who formerly served with the Rockward family, is the one we asked to join the Alliance as mentors.

He is the one who teaches us the basics of being adventurers when we leave our parents' homes and know nothing.

I have already refrained from marrying, broken up the party and now I am working hard to train adventurers at the request of the Alliance.

- That's her face on the surface.

It seems true to be getting married, but behind it is an adventurer connected to Mr. Ventler, the lord.

In the newcomer friendly Darion who became an adventurer, he is also a powerful adventurer.

"Now that we have all three, we need to teach you the basics. I am Uncle Aria in the guild's conference room... and I will instruct Aria, so Lyell and the others will be asked for a chore."

That's what they told me. I looked blatantly disgusted.

"Ma, again?

Nowem looks a little troubled when he sees my face.

I've been telling you to encourage me.

"Good luck, Master Lyell"

Mr. Zelfie was looking at me with a nibble.

Whatever it is, you tricked Mr. Zelfie's employer into offering him money. Finally, Mr. Zelfie also used it, so I guess he wants to return the interest.

"Naturally. It's a request that ends in the morning. When you're done, Lyell will have all the gear. Spare servers are out of use, too, aren't they?

"... Yes"

When I fought the Bandits' boss, I wasted my own Sabel.

The opponent had red balls - balls to record his skills specific to melee fights, so did his spare sabel.

I thought I could use it if I fixed it, but the blacksmith who asked me to fix it told me to buy a new one.

"I also got the money in there. You can buy a little better. Well, then, Aria's going upstairs with me. Sir, I'd like you both to explain your request."

Mr. Zelfie takes Aria.

Mr. Hawkins was retrieving the requisition we were due to receive.

"... chores again"

When I drop my shoulder, Mr. Hawkins comforts me.

"Mr. Lyell, I'm not that depressed. It's also important to stack up these requests. If you change your home, you'll see what you've achieved so far, and you'll be judged."

Darion is only staying temporarily.

When I gain strength, I'm going to change the home - the city I'm going to use as my base of activity.

"That's right, Master Lyell. Genuine effort is also important. Let's work together."

Nowem smiles at me.

Then, says Mr. Hawkins.

"Ah, Mr. Nowem is a proxy job in the guild until lunch. Lyle, you're going to be a manual labourer outside, so separate."

"Oh, no! Make me a manual laborer outside too!

When Nowem says so, there is a voice from the treasure ball.

Nowem's family, the Foxxx family, took great care of Nowem from the first to the fourth generation.

"Manual labor on Nowem? Don't be silly!

When the first generation says so, the second generation goes on.

"Lyell, this is where you show the man."

And the third generation...

'Nowem is a good girl, isn't she? Look, Lyell says something to you too.'

The fourth generation......

"There's no way you're letting manual labor be Nowem, is there, Lyell?

He threatens me with a low voice.

(... these guys, they're already fucked)

And after the fifth generation, Nowem had no special emotions.

Anyway, after the fifth generation, the Fox family is only one minister.

"Manual labor is inefficient for women."

When the fifth generation says so, so does the sixth.

'Right. Well, it'll get in the way even if you're there.'

Seventh generation - to my grandfather.

"Lyell is the one who draws the blood of the royal family..."

He's grieving me. Sounds like a sweet grandfather to my grandson.

I look at Nowem and say.

"So, it's okay. We'll go shopping together in the afternoon."

Hearing that, Nowem says, looking a little worried.

"Don't push yourself too hard, Master Lyell. Shall we go through the process?"

Because the treasure balls use their magic to cancer, they think I'm weak around me right now.

Nowem is worried because I've fallen over and over again.

(... something, I'm not convinced)

It's not my fault, I want to say it out loud.