Sevens

in a room where I was mentally connected to the treasure ball.

That's what I dream about.

The conference room in the treasure balls is also its real dream world.

In a room like that, I was facing my first generation. Today, the third generation is also present.

Just being present doesn't seem to be much of a part of the conversation.

"Do you mean Aria?

'That's right. How do you see Aria in a hurry?

I can understand Aria's impatience.

I'd like to be in public soon, so I guess it's empty. Unlike me, it's definitely full of upliftment.

Now I feel like growing up fast.

But how do you live the future as an adventurer? If you say so, I was still worried.

"... you're empty. I wish I could calm down a little bit."

Frankly, I didn't expect that much from Aria as a force of war.

I am relieved that I am talented in personnel and know the relationship behind it.

Not to me and Nowem, either.

'I want to solve that area well. Can you ask for it?'

"... Huh? Am I?

When the first generation asks me if I can do it, I put my arm around it.

I don't have a problem with my people.

If I could work it out, I would have asked for it from me. But the third generation is looking at me and shaking my neck sideways, like, jerking off.

The first generation was happy to take on the opposite.

"Yeah, I'm gonna lose it! If I don't take care of Aria, Alice's living copy, I won't be able to stop feeling it."

As far as I'm concerned, I don't understand why Aria's in such a hurry.

Now is the time to give strength to the tunnel under Mr. Zelfie's guidance. If you can't do it and you're injured, that's what makes no sense.

The period of teaching is limited.

(Let's seriously ask for an extension)

That's how I felt.

'Well, then the story is quick. Lyell, you fight Aria properly. Of course, Aria uses balls, too. You... are forbidden to use your skills'

"... Huh?

My first suggestion was to fight Aria.

Within Lyell's departed treasure ball...

'Was it good?

The third generation says as they look up at the first generation sitting on the table.

I realize the sincerity of the first generation to make Lyell and Aria fight, but he didn't seem to think it was going to work.

'... I'm not smart'

To the words of the first generation, the third generation nods.

"Right."

"Deny it a little! Though you must be my grandson!! '

When the first generation shouted at the cold third generation response, the third generation laughed out.

First and third generation with different personalities, but for the first generation is the position of grandson. It seemed that the response was sweeter than the other masters.

Seeing the third generation that keeps laughing, the first generation that gave up keeps going.

'I'm retarded. This is the only way I can think of it. I guess you guys can come up with as many better ways as you want.'

When the third generation stops laughing, it states the way it came to light.

'Aria...... I think it's a good way to give you a little confidence, though. Let them use balls to make them work in the battle against demons. If your surroundings praise you there, just follow them. Well, Lyell is out of standard, too, so you won't be able to care. I thought Nowem could handle the finesse around here.'

No one grows quickly.

In the long run, the third generation was going to let the three make a party shape while also making the relationship a good one.

Other historical contemporaries share the same opinion.

Especially, the second generation hates people who dislike the job given them like Aria. I was going to suggest a tougher way.

'I guess that's fine. Build a trick relationship and all three of them go well with it. That's right. If it's a smart way, it's for sure. "

Let Lyell and Aria fight and understand each other's missing parts. That was the first plan the third generation noticed.

To Aria, she lacks the strength...

To Lyell, the strength of upliftment and will...

We wanted them to understand that there were parts of each other that were missing. Most of all, including the first generation, the Historical Lord waited for Lyell to motivate himself.

Yet the first generation felt in a hurry and the third generation came forward to discuss it as a guide.

'Do you hate the clever way you do it?

'You hate it. But I also know that's a better way to succeed. I noticed after a long time. "

The first generation has a lavish personality.

Surprisingly delicate, he leads a pioneering group to cut through the woods where demons live and spread the fields.

If you are a decent person, it is something you either understand from the beginning and give up or prepare for quite a bit.

'If it's your way, I guess it'll come together beautifully. But... then we can rely on each other'

'It's not a mistake to rely on others for missing parts. I just do want Lyell to be a little more motivated.'

I've seen the third generation, which is usually non-billy, and the first generation has seen it with a jitty eye.

"You're not convincing."

"Right ~"

That's what they say and laugh at each other, but the first generation gets a serious look when they stop laughing.

In just a fool, every pioneering group has been wiped out and eaten by demons. The third generation is not comfortable with how to rely on these inquisitions.

But I also knew it was sometimes necessary.

'Try to bump into it, and if you can't, I think that's fine. If he's a descendant, I'm sure Lyell won't beat him.'

"... that Lyell has no reason to lose? Well, you won't lose. '

There is a considerable difference in strength between Lyell and Aria.

Aria is also a daughter of nobility. Even magic can be used. Even if I see you holding a spear, I also know you're working out as the daughter of Takemen.

But it's really inferior to Lyell.

Aria was inferior to even Lyell, who still hadn't experienced growth. I'm just like Lyell and I don't have the skills I need as an adventurer, but I don't understand myself any more.

It was just a shadow of darkness.

'As I leave the treatment to Nowem, I think the two of us should bump into each other once. He's my solution. "

"Beat each other up and confirm your friendship? No, is it love in this case? Lyell, I haven't admitted it yet. '

The third generation seemed interesting.

In fact, it's funny how Lyell is in trouble with Nowem acknowledging Harlem.

'I want you to bump into me, including around there. Lyell didn't see Aria. I want you to admit it. To the habit of knowing the spiciness to be ignored, that bastard...'

The first generation exhales.

The third generation felt that the first generation was trying to lay themselves on top of Lyell.

'... is that about my old self?

The first generation listened to the third generation and stared. But soon I shake my head to the side and take a deep breath.

"I think so."

The two of them thought silently on the spot for a while...

Morning.

When I finished my meal, I asked Nowem to bring Mr. Zelfie home.

Aria told me she had business to talk to.

(It's a first generation favor, and I guess I'll keep fighting here)

I don't know what the purpose is, but mostly I have predictions.

The goal would be to make Aria aware of her current strengths.

Out in the garden, I suggested looking back to Aria.

"You have the balls of family heirlooms, don't you?

To my question, Aria takes the red balls off her chest and shows them to me with her neck clenched.

"I have it. Don't let your skin get away with it, right? So what? You're out today, crusading demons, aren't you? What are you going to do by calling Zelfie?"

Are you still in a hurry or do you want to get out of here quickly? From me, I want to go on a planned crusade across the rest of the day in moderation.

There's no point in being forced and injured, and I'm not in trouble for money right now.

"... when Nowem and Mr. Zelfie get here, why don't you fight me a little because there's a vacant lot over there"

Aria was confused by my suggestion.

"Why not? If you don't like me, you can say so!

I don't know what you thought, but you don't think I like Aria.

It's a terrible story, even though I don't remember treating you particularly badly.

"I'm not talking about something I don't like or anything. If you have balls, you know how to use them, don't you? Then you need to try."

When I heard I was going to use the balls, Aria's expression was strong.

I guess you remember the big guy in the Bandits.

There was excessive use of skills and blood erupting from all over the body. The sight of my muscles breaking and bleeding from my eyes and mouth is not a pleasant thing to watch.

The injury could have been treated with the medicine, but what about the inner side?

Abnormal use of skills -.

The price is huge. At any rate, because using someone else's skills, not the skills I have expressed, is also burdensome.

I, too, experience the difficulty of using the skills of a historical contemporary.

Even my blood-connected ancestors have created skills that I find difficult to use.

If you can use it but you can't add or subtract it, you'll destroy your body like a big bandit.

"Are you scared?

"I'm not scared! If I use this, I would never want to use it because it would definitely hurt me!

Seeing Aria hiding her fear made me think I wouldn't have to worry.

I weighed the power difference, but Aria would still be weaker than that big bandit guy even if she used her skills.

I don't feel overwhelmingly inexperienced, not because I'm a woman. Neither magic nor witchcraft learned to the extent of preference extend to the big boys in the bandits who fought the demons.

"If you're worried about getting hurt, it's fine. Because Nowem will treat you and stop you when you're in danger."

My expression changes whether Aria is angry with me or not.

Obviously angry.

"What's that? You mean I'm not gonna deal with him? Surely you are strong. But you won't know until you try that!

To Aria, who has motivated me, I suggest we fight then.

"Then shall we begin when Nowem and Mr. Zelfie arrive? I could use a wooden sword."

"Usually use your usual savel! Even I'm practicing my skills!

When I heard that, I was a little surprised.

"Yes, it was."

You don't like what I think, Aria's staring at me. I didn't understand why you were staring at me.

Even though it was a candid feeling.

"I hope you're making fun of me. Because you're the one who's gonna get hurt!

Turning my back on me and dropping off Aria after the spot with a big strand, I sighed. The first generation asked me to fight Aria, but I doubt this would have been a good idea.

As a party, I felt like I was making a fatal mistake.

Then the third generation is gone, so tell me.

The tone was frightening.

"Did Lyell ever see his face in the mirror?"

"What are you talking about? I watch it every morning when I wash my face."

'I hated it. Anyway, I think we have a problem with attitude right now.'

They told me there was a problem, and I snapped my neck.

The frustrated fourth generation says in a low voice.

'That attitude to girls, too, but I don't know if I'd fight it. More than that, Lyell is really dull. Or do you know what you're doing?

I don't understand.

I didn't know what the third or fourth generation was trying to say. Aren't we going to fight to make Aria know what she's capable of right now, and to make her experience using her skills?

The sixth generation, who usually doesn't talk too much, wasn't all by me at this time.

'You don't notice? Lyell, you......'

The seventh generation is also going to say something that blames me a little.

'Surely your attitude is rude now. But, Lyell. I think you should look back at yourself now, too.'

Usually my sixth and seventh generations say I'm bad.

When I wondered if I had done something wrong, the fifth generation came into the conversation.

'That's it if you don't notice. You're young, so there's something I can't help. Look, it's time to get ready for yourself. And use your skills, but don't use magic.'

The fifth generation tells me that I intend to do it from the beginning.

"I won't use it. I don't want you to get hurt."

"... you don't want me to get hurt, do you? You're very strong."

The fifth generation also had a frightening tone.

I'll be ready when I get home. I lowered the sabel to my waist and decided to take the spare as well.

Did Aria go out first, there was no one in the house.

At times like this, I remember living in a mansion I missed.

"That's a lot of quiet. It's like that time."

That's what I said and looked inside the room. Usually it was a recent sight that Nowem was doing his chores and Aria was helping with it.

It wasn't until recently that I took that for granted. Until then, it was somewhat unsettling to have Aria.

(After all, it's none of my business, like Harlem. Besides, I don't think this is a good idea)

Aria was taken over by the thoughts around her and at the request of the first generation.

But I think it might have been a mistake.

From the beginning, there's not much to think of Aria. I never even thought in myself about what I thought.

When I look up at the bonyari and ceiling, I hear voices.

Mr. Zelfie and Nowem had come all the way to the house.

As we headed to the open space, Aria was waiting for us first.

You've been doing some prep exercises, I'm sweating a little. I felt a strong will in my eyes to stare at me if I was in the mood.

Surrounded by evictions for redevelopment, houses removed and lots of vacant land.

In a place like that, Aria and I face each other with red balls down our necks.

The sun hasn't risen yet.

We'll be done by noon.

Within me, before noon, I make plans when the battle with Aria is over.

"Not much room"

You thought you were being provoked, you tell me you lack concentration. Angry. Without a doubt, Aria was angry.

Seeing how it went, both Nowem and Mr. Zelfie looked frightened.

You looked like you were stunned by Aria yesterday, but you seem stunned by me today. My gaze is trying to say something.

"You wanted me to tell you the day before the change of plan. I have plans. I will obey my client. It won't be a waste at all. But is Lyell motivated?

Mr. Zelfie is frightened when he looks at me, but that was the same with Nowem standing next to him.

"Dear Lyell, please concentrate. Rude to Mr. Aria. Then you're going to get hurt."

To Nowem, who seems worried, I nod and pull out the sabel.

Aria in front of me, too, had a spear. Feelings lead the way and feel like there's wasted power in the setup.

"I'm serious about this one."

When Aria declared she was serious, I nodded.

"I'll be careful not to hurt you."

That moment.

When Aria steps in big, all of a sudden she pokes me and sticks a spear out at me all the time.

It's a skill the big man showed you.

If you steer clear of your body and avoid it, play the spear straight in the patterned part of the sabel. When Aria, the broken system, froze, I jumped away.

Aria, who poked her hand at the ground, had her eyes open as she raised her face. And he's eating his teeth out of regret.

Why aren't you attacking me?

I was confused the other way around by Aria, who stood up and rebuilt me.

"Huh? No... it'll be over soon"

When answered in earnest, Aria's expression gets so harsh.

The look on my face made my heart ache suddenly.

(What?

Aria waves the spear and flies the slash. I avoided a slaughter that was neither more powerful nor sharper than the big guys in the bandits I had seen before.

Put the heavily shaken spear back, Aria is out of breath.

I was forced to use my skills and my health seemed to be draining badly. It is evidence that the skills are neither skilled nor powerful enough to be used continuously.

It's just sweating and out of breath - and still challenging me.

"Not yet!

When the spear glows thin, it pokes at me as normal as it is. When I played with the servel, the feeling was different from earlier.

Hardening...

I guess this is also a skill. Two other things were avoided by me, and I might have noticed they were cut off.

Given the remaining skills, it would strengthen muscle strength. It's not the atmosphere I use, so I'm probably not used to using it yet.

I avoided the spear that protruded and grabbed the spear with my left hand as I approached Aria as I approached it.

"Come on!"

I try to tell Aria to leave, that the battle is over. But I didn't have a voice.

(How could -)

Pushing Aria over and taking her distance, she stares at this one.

"Spare me... if I'm that weak, just get it over with!

Tears conveyed Aria's cheek, which she seemed to regret out of breath.

I see it, and I understand what your ancestors are trying to say.

(well, the attitude I've been giving my aria... it was just like Ceres)

I think I found out what caused the chest pain.

I also understood what your ancestors wanted to say.

I'm also convinced that Nowem and Mr. Zelfie are embarrassed.

I can also snort that Aria is about to regret it.

"I didn't see you."

I felt like Aria, who was regrettably spearing and crying out, overlapped with her previous self.