Sevens

(This guy... I wonder what Aria is like)

I'm facing Aria, who puts up a spear in tears.

All I know is that she is the daughter of the owner of the Rockward family. Who lived with two parents and two children in Darion and relied on Mr. Zelfi, an official of the old ministry, thinking he had been robbed of a red ball, which was a family heirloom.

I knew too little about Aria.

I didn't talk aggressively.

I think he kept a distance between nature and the house because Nowem was there.

Maybe that's what I was avoiding.

"Make a fool of me... even me... even me!

I guess I have something to say.

I'm sure you have all sorts of thoughts.

And yet, I...

Once you set up the servel, take a deep breath.

When I saw the girl in front of me, I set up my sword.

Are you tired or have lots of gaps? I'm sweating quite a bit. The continuous use of skills seemed to bring strength and magic to its limits.

(Why did I... do what I've been doing to Aria?)

I wanted someone to see it.

I wanted you to listen to me.

Yet I thought I had been pushed and avoided Aria. Even to her, there must have been something I wanted to say.

(So your ancestors tried to make me realize?

I didn't know why I was sheltering Aria.

But now I think I understand just a little bit.

I... myself, for Aria now, tried to be Celeste.

"... I'm going for real next"

With that said, Aria gave a surprised look. But I wept and nodded lightly with a serious look on my face.

Nowem and Mr. Zelfie, watching me and Aria around, seemed just a little relieved to see us both.

(You try even if you know you can't win. I really want you to admit it... I can't forgive you, I regret it)

Waiting for Aria to breathe, I stepped in.

Packing the distance, Aria sidelined herself to be grabbed by the spear.

As I kick up to the ground, Aria, who swung through the spear, looks up at me above. As she waved the sabel down as it was, Aria laid down her spear and took it.

But there's just a difference in force, and I'm gonna stay on my knees on the ground.

I heard a noise, and I strengthened my strength to hold Aria to the ground.

"Why don't you use the skills to make up for it when there's a difference in power?

My question distorted Aria's expression with regret.

I guess that's the answer.

"Can't you use it? The big boys in the Bandits would have used it better."

Pulling the sabel, Aria rolled down the ground as she kicked the spear. Aria getting up soon, but getting dirty with mud.

When he was released and put back on his feet, he stuck a spear at me. Than earlier...... the movement is duller than when we started the fight.

As he stepped in avoiding the protruding spear, he gently slammed the Sabel pattern into Aria's stomach.

If you're serious, it's because Aria is dangerous.

Beaten and forced to exhale, Aria distances herself from Yolo.

"... don't you use magic? I don't use it."

I've tried to provoke you, but Aria doesn't seem to be that close. He has a blue look, he's sweating.

Only eyes staring at this one have not lost their light.

(I wonder if you've decided to be ready)

The difference in strength was obvious. Yet Aria stands without letting go of the spear.

The ancestors in the treasure balls who watched that happen have advised me even though they kept their mouths shut until earlier.

No, maybe it's not advice.

says the first generation.

'Look at that, Lyell. That is the moment when skills are born. It is a weapon given to human beings born of strong will, personal talents and thoughts.'

Skills are natural, but I have a lot to say about them.

He said it was one of God's favors to humans who were weak and did not have the skill to fight demons.

Skills generated differ from person to person.

To fight demons, the possibilities God has given.

That's the skill...

Red balls shine around Aria's chest.

"… the moment of the birth of a skill"

Aria's red balls make it easier to generate skills directly related to combat.

As the historical principals of the Walt family, who had blue balls, have expressed their alleged skills in the support system, the Aria clan has expressed their skills in the avant-garde system.

"This would be awesome!!"

When Aria steps in hard, she comes faster than ever.

Avoid the impending spear in front of you, but the spear that has quickly shook off to the side has approached.

I heard a fourth generation.

'I wonder if it's similar to my skills. It just seems like a skill that accelerates temporarily in battle.'

They told me it was similar but different. Indeed, we are accelerating momentarily to make more trouble than ever before.

I couldn't avoid it in time, and I pulled out a spare sabel and took the attack.

Sparks are scattered by bumps between metals.

But Aria's onslaught is not over yet.

"Not yet!

Poke, pay, and slash.

I will avoid those attacks and take them on the Sabel. I will be on the defensive side.

If you lose your mind, it's me that really loses in an instant.

Second generation says.

"Avant-garde skills, that's a lot of explosively stronger stuff like this. It's really troublesome. '

The spear from the right is approaching, so if you avoid it, another attack from the left is approaching. In those successive attacks, I turned to defense in a duplicitous fashion.

The spark is scattered and the blade of the rebuilt sabel is shredded because of it.

However, at the same time, I was convinced that this battle had been won.

"You're done."

Unpacking the servel, I looked down at Aria, who was out of breath in front of me.

I'm sitting on the ground. He stabbed the spear to the ground and managed not to fall by clinging to it instead of a cane.

All the earlier attacks lacked the weight of a single blow.

Temporarily increase the speed to launch a series of attacks. I guess that's the skill. It is Aria's skill.

Aria's body was shaking because she couldn't help herself with her legs. My skills were born, so I guess I kept using them.

When you lift the sabel and look, the blade is worn out.

(Repair or buy again)

Sticking him to the ground with that in mind, he walked to Aria's side. The surrounding ground was even but decomposed.

Think I've done too much, but I'll bring some tools later to fix it.

But now...

"That was a great skill. I'm surprised."

In words, Aria looks up to me.

"... I couldn't win anyway. I knew it. That I'm inferior to you! But I don't regret it. I was free because of it, but it still didn't help me... and I never wanted to go back to that life again. I wanted to be able to live alone!

I didn't know what to say to Aria who cried out.

That's all I realize I don't know about Aria.

When Nowem rushes over, he exercises therapeutic magic on Aria. Aria, wrapped in light, was about to fall to the ground to lose consciousness as it was when she stopped crying step by step.

Mr. Zelfie is approaching me, and I'm going to keep supporting you.

"... I don't think that's a very praiseworthy way to do it?

You've turned your gaze at me like you blame me, so I thought about fingering my cheeks and how to answer... in the end, I stopped answering.

"Dear Lyell, can you help me carry Mr. Aria? Because it drains more strength and magic than it looks, and I want to give it a quick rest."

Nowem told me as usual, and I nodded and approached Aria.

Should I carry it, or should I lift it...

Here, as usual, from the first generation in order...

"Princess, I think it's good to hold you."

"Bear it normally"

"I dare you to take charge here or something! Look, feel responsible for your shoulders!

"Hold him gently and carry him straight to bed."

"If you're losing your mind, they're all the same."

"Why don't you ask Zelfie to help you, too? It would feel good to lend you a shoulder. '

'I can keep it in bed, so why don't I just hold it back?

I don't agree with you at all.

Thinking they were really free people everywhere, I held Aria back.

Seeing that, Mr. Zelfie whistles like a tease.

Nowem smiles.

"You're a little jealous"

That's how he walked ahead of me and started preparing for Aria's acceptance into the house.

Night.

As I was moving my body at the garden tip, I heard a third generation of voices.

You hear a lot about people who hate you, who hate you, who do the same thing or who resemble you.

Aria fell asleep, so she stayed on holiday without going outside today.

Waving a wooden sword at the garden tip, I'm listening to a third generation.

"You want to say I'm just like Ceres. It's the first time I've noticed you fight Aria."

That's what I say, swinging through two heavy wooden swords.

Did you notice? But what I most wanted you to notice was the feeling. '

Feelings...

I know what you're trying to say. I'm not desperate enough right now.

I'm not saying it's a good idea to rush, and empty, like Aria. But I don't feel comfortable. I think I have a problem, too.

"Nothing. It's not even my life to just eat with adventurers, either!

Wave two wooden swords and attack the imaginary enemy. No matter how sharply the opponent applied the attack, the image came to mind of avoiding and preventing it all.

Suddenly my breath rises.

It reminded me of the fear of pointing a sword at someone who could never reach me, no matter how I honed my skills.

Dropping the wooden sword on the spot, I held my chest to prepare my raised breath.

"Who did you think you were waving your sword at? Shall I guess for you?

"... Fine. Now, let me tell you something."

With that said, the third generation tells the rest, saying he remembers.

'Yes, yes! That was a feeling. Yeah!... Lyell also expressed his skills. Since we were near a sealed blue ball, I'm sure it's a backup skill. I'm just wondering if it's just a matter of feelings you haven't figured out yet.'

"Is that my skill?"

I'm pretty sure I expressed it. The ancestors also say they are certain that the treasure balls are responding.

But I don't know what kind of skills it is.

"Skills also play a big role in personal emotions. If you're Lyell now, you might not be able to activate your skills."

I was told by a third generation who is usually non-billy, and I share the same opinion.

I saw and understood Aria today.

Strong feelings shape skills.

Maybe that's just not how I feel right now. I felt like there was a hole somewhere around my chest from when I found out what I was chasing wasn't available.

I tried to force myself to fill that hole, but I still can't.

'I also know you're not motivated. Lyell now has Nowem and... I know you don't mean it, but Aria's life is on the line.'

I'm pretty sure you're not serious.

I didn't even say I'd pick it up, but Aria suddenly came to my side when I took the liberty of talking to her.

I'm on my own. It's a very unsolicited story.

Yet Nowem agreed.

"Am I wrong? Is the goal of living relaxed with Nowem wrong?

The third generation answered my question in the usual light tone.

'It's Lyell who decides that. We don't have a choice. The situation would be unwilling, and if everything were decided by our instructions from there... would Lyell be convinced?

Convinced... maybe I will.

For a moment I thought it would be easier.

As seen, the third generation says.

'It would be easy to be flushed. That's what I was like. Even if they say righteous generals and loyalists before you know it... you're in trouble, aren't you? I didn't mean it at all.'

Indeed, the third generation is actually too far from the portrait to be told.

I'm getting my breath done, so when I pick up the wooden sword, I sit on a rock that was nearby.

'... haven't you set a goal yet? Or really live quietly with Nowem somewhere far away?

I don't know anymore.

Is it good to throw out all that desperate aria?

I took on Aria as a reward, but can I throw her out now and make Aria live well?

There is a lot more to worry about.

Troubled, the sixth generation comes out.

'You've been worried sick a long time. Trouble as much as you like. Later, it'll be stupid to know why you were worried about it.'

Think of it as a problem for people......

When I looked up at the sky that way, the stars were shining beautifully.

The next day.

Aria woke up, but her body was motionless.

I forced myself to use my skills, and the recoil put a load on my body. Thanks to this, Nowem took care of Aria.

Then, naturally, I was the only one who could get out to work.

I went to the guild reception and chose to take the request with Mr. Zelfie.

It was all at the request of the manual labor system, and Mr. Zelfie's request for revenge was also included.

"You should choose the request you like. Lyle will be working alone for a while."

It is indeed I who acted on my own and created a state in which Aria could not attend the party for a few days.

I had no words to say back to Mr. Zelfie, who was arranging all the requests for the Niyaniya.

Look at the interaction between me and Mr. Zelfie, and Mr. Hawkins will come out with a help ship.

"Mr. Zelfie, you're a mentor. I don't know about choosing a favor with personal feelings."

Then Mr. Zelfie says back.

"Isn't that terrible, sir? Well, then, it's like I chose to do all the demanding things in return. I chose to make a request for Lyell."

Mr. Hawkins looked stunned by the playful dialogue.

But I choose the toughest requisition in that line.

Seeing that, Mr. Zelfie's brow moved a little.

"... you don't spill your stupidity today"

I'm guessing Mr. Zelfie remembered saying something foolish about taking a chore request before.

I signed the paperwork pale and handed it to Mr. Hawkins.

"I still have a life for both of us. You can't just not work."

"Tell you what. The lord will still have a lot of money left."

When Mr. Zelfie says, I wave straight after the guild reception.

Reception after Lyell left...

"It's been a long time. When I got here, I didn't know the right or the left."

Hawkins remembers how it was when Lyell first visited the guild.

The mentor, Zelfie, had his face on his hand with his elbow poked at the counter.

"I approached him for surveillance purposes thinking he was a noble bong, but there was a hell of a back there and he was in a hurry. It's a good thing it gets rough. I'm not a nobleman anymore."

Hawkins remembered and smiled at Zelfie as he processed the documents he had received.

"It's like you remember someone. Mr. Zelfie complained every time he asked for it."

When Hawkins mentions the old days, Zelfie rots.

"I still didn't know the world then! The world was different at home."

Fallen nobles struggle a lot when they become adventurers.

That was because previous values and common sense did not work.

"I understand it's hard. Sometimes adventurers can hold it. I hear these people struggle with their manipulations, etc."

Exactly, the world you live in is different.

"... Aria, I hope your lady can do well too"

To Zelfie's true intentions, Hawkins replied as he sorted out the paperwork.

"The general public will have a hard time being an adventurer, and they will lose their lives. I can't say it's okay, Lyell, but you might be able to do something about it."

To Hawkins' high praise, Zelfie turns a suspicious gaze.

"Lyell did? I have a bad reputation in Darion."

When Lyell crusaded the bandits, he repeated various and futile actions. Because of that, Lyell's reputation in Darion was low.

That, as a Darion based adventurer, is also deadly.

"Because it is true that I let my lords fund me and gather more than a hundred people to crusade the bandits. But I don't know what you're thinking."

Hawkins couldn't help being confused either.

Lyell, who was unmotivated and relied on party member Nowem.

But when the bandits show up, they're moving and solving themselves.

When the two of us are having a conversation, Zelfie's acquaintance appears in the line of middle-aged women who are receptionists next door.

When the process ended quickly, he called out to the Hawkins.

"Hey, isn't that Zelfie!

Zelfie looked disgusted at the middle-aged, scratchy adventurer on his face.

"Are you still alive? Why don't you retire?"

When they laughed at Zelfie's story, the young adventurers, who had refrained behind them, had a troubled look on their face.

"You're a mentor, too?

When Zelfie said so, the other man was nodding.

"Ouch. Even these darlions are young men of expectation. I'm just going away for a little while, trying to make it stronger."

As an adventurer, I'm an adventurer with more experience than Zelfie.

Zelfie, who has worked with her several times, seems envious when she hears it.

"It seems to be going well, above all."

And the other guy looked at Zelfie and was niggling.

"I heard more than that. Sounds like you're protecting your aristocratic fool son. You didn't have any luck, Zelfie."

Called on "Chan," Hawkins coughed when blue muscles rose on Zelfie's forehead.

The other man puts his hands up to the shoulder area and Zelfie punches him in the tongue.

"Private fighting in guilds is forbidden. Besides, don't bother others as adventurers. Instead, you are instructors, so we need you to act exemplarily."

When Hawkins exhales, the other man laughs bitterly.

"Don't be stubborn, sir. I'm sorry, too, but this kind of thing is like an adventurer's knoll."

Zelfie leaves the counter after staring at the other man. I guess I'll go check on Lyell as well.

"Not at all. But are you going away? I think it's a little early."

I saw the young man Hawkins asked to mentor his veteran adventurer.

It's a pair of five, and at first glance it's a balanced party.

There are three avant-gardes and a hunter with a bow in the rear guard.

Finally, the wizard had a wand.

"It's not right for you to do Chimatima. I want you to make money fast."

He was a different type of adventurer than Zelfie, but he seemed to care about the young. From the beginning, an adventurer who is chosen as a mentor is chosen to take good care of him.

Likewise, there are serious things about Zelfie that she says are different in her mouth but doesn't throw out her job.

"Really? Be very careful. The important thing is to go home alive."

When Hawkins gives advice, a line taken by a veteran adventurer leaves reception behind.

At the reception where no one was anymore, Hawkins looked at the counter next door.

In the back there is a long line of snakes in the young and beautiful officials.

Most of them are young and male adventurers.

Next door, a middle-aged woman quickly cleans up her job.

Adventurers in the middle of nowhere were making rows because the report would be finished quickly. They both have rows, but the flow is completely different.

The beauty reception line is slow flowing and I hear complaints.

I work quietly and pale next door, so the flow was fast.

Yet.

"People still don't come to me today..."

- Hawkins exhaled.