Sevens

In the wagon, shaken, I was plagued by a terrible fatigue.

I think you look blue.

In fact, I was just thinking about whether I could get to the city of Darion as soon as I saw the view outside.

The bad road is over, and the shaking is getting smaller somehow, but the wagon carrier shakes badly.

It is well made and well maintained because it is held by the guild.

"I don't really want to be in a carriage anymore..."

It's because I'm tired, it was tougher for me to get home than to go.

It is Aria who is frightened to see me like that.

Everyone is feeling tired, but I was particularly terrible among them.

"Nowem will be in the other carriage for therapeutic purposes, so I've been entrusted to look after him... but he looks really awful. Just hold on a little longer, okay?"

I say back to Aria.

I'm so tired, I can't give it back with care.

"Going was worse for Aria, wasn't it? He looked like he was gonna throw up a few times."

"Oh, that was because the shake was terrible! Now that I'm used to it, it's okay!

Seeing Aria looking embarrassed, the only healthy Mr. Ralph among the members was laughing bitterly.

"You guys are close."

To Mr. Ralph like that, Aria and I had an overlapping response.

"Not good."

"It's not good!

While I envied Aria, who was healthy, I turned my gaze to Mr. Rondo, who was on Mr. Rachel's side lying down.

Even though I seem spicy myself, I care about Mr. Rachel.

Look at that. The fourth generation is with Netineti...

"Lyell, too, can't you afford some more? You have to take care of the girl. I mean, if you take your current attitude to Nowem, you'll be sure to hoist it at the conference. '

The fourth generation in May tells me how to treat women, but I was really tired right now. I feel tired like never before,

I can't afford it.

The owner of such a carriage is a supporter, not Mr. Zelfie.

Mr. Zelfie is the owner of a wagon carrying an injured person.

Nowem was nursing five people and behaved modestly, even though he was tired.

Mr Rondo says, laughing with a tired face.

"Maybe... this is coming"

What? If I thought, the second generation would supplement me.

"Lyell, there are times when this feeling of tiredness or subtlety is a precursor to growth. Mainly when you get tons of experience. In that case, I feel terribly tired because my body changes a lot more than I grow in my normal life."

I mean, when I got here, I finally saw signs of 'growth'.

I'd love to, but I can't afford that right now.

Mr. Ralph seems a little sorry.

"You wanted to join me. It's unusual for everyone to show signs at once, even though they might have experienced growth."

More or less, it is natural for humans to make personal differences.

That shows signs of growth for all participating members.

Mr. Rondo is tired, but he remains smiling. When you think you can experience growth, you'll be happy.

"We'll have to rest for a while when we get back. And, Lyell, you've given up your rewards, and I'd like to thank you for something."

During the deepest part of the labyrinth...

We gave Mr. Rondo our magical iron, the rare metal that was there.

Mr. Zelfie received the gold eye removed from the adventurer as a reward, and we decided to get paid instead of giving up the rare metal.

I get a small amount of money for urgent Alliance requests and reports of findings.

I also thought about making weapons with rare metals, but we don't need them now.

That means me and Aria have balls. Even if there were weapons that could grant skills, there was also the possibility that they could interfere with each other and not be used successfully.

Aria would be possible if she got used to it, but mine was too strong for the status quo.

I was worried that Nowem should make a cane, but he refused, so we talked about getting paid.

"Well... if this tiredness draws, please"

When I gave my best response, Mr. Rondo had a bitter laugh.

"Right."

In contrast, Mr. Ralph seemed to enjoy thinking about what weapons he would build and what skills he would set up.

(Wouldn't we get to Darion soon)

I will lie down until I arrive, frustrated by the rocking carriage.

Aria blanketed me like that.

Don't thank me, I hear a fourth generation tongue pounding.

"Shit!!"

We arrived at Darion, and one of our lines was to report the details to the Alliance.

But we don't all have to talk, so we're going home when we get paid.

Mr. Zelfie, the leader of this event, appears to be making a report on the Alliance.

I borrowed a shoulder from Mr. Ralph upstairs with a receptionist, and I was responding to the adventurers who would look at us and speak up when we came back.

"Have you been avenging me? You did good, you guys!

"Good luck with the young guys."

"But now you can rest assured"

Some adventurers applaud us, and we get a little heroic triumph.

"This isn't a bad idea either. The good thing about Darion."

When Mr. Ralph said that, I asked if the other guilds were different.

"Are you different from other guilds?

"I knew it was up to the land. Temperament or land pattern...... but this isn't a bad feeling either. If you can do it here, it's the city you want to stay in."

From the mouthfeel, I guess one day I'll leave the city of Darion.

I'm gonna miss you, but I'm leaving Darion someday, too.

That's how I looked around, and the usual receptionist flashes at the counter had changed.

Beautiful staff is gone.

An employee of a middle-aged woman gave various explanations to a young male employee.

(Something's wrong with the atmosphere. Something about young adventurers looking subtle)

Mr. Zelfie comes to us when he hands Mr. Hawkins the guild card of a deceased adventurer.

"That's a lot of noise. Speaking of rarity in Darion, is it rare... I'm going to dissolve like this today, but if the Lyells don't get tired, take two or three days off. As it is now, it's dangerous to work."

I certainly don't want to work in this state either, so I nod back to Mr. Zelfie.

Same goes for Nowem.

Only Aria leans down without looking at Mr. Zelfie's face.

Mr. Rondo and the others thanked Mr. Zelfie.

"It was a pretty good experience. You survived, didn't you? Speak up again if you like."

Mr. Zelfie was nodding to Mr. Rondo, who was tired but refreshed.

"I hope you don't mind having the same thing happen again. I'll just remember you guys."

That's what I say and the three of them leave the guild.

"Look, you guys go too. You look terrible."

Next up, Mr. Ralph, I borrowed Nowem's shoulder and left the guild behind.

- A private room in the guild.

Hawkins is sitting facing Zelfie with his desk pinched.

Because of the large Hawkins, the room looked smaller and the table smaller than usual.

"... thank you for your hard work. I'll report this to those on the Alliance."

Hawkins, having finished the interview, takes the paperwork and drops it twice, vertically on the table, to put the paperwork together beautifully.

"I'm really tired. There's nothing good about it, and I'm done showing you just the dirty part. I'm really sorry you never did that again."

Hawkins laughed bitterly.

Zelfie said she wanted to get her dead adventurer's valuables as a reward, so I understand the whole thing.

"... do you know his house?

Hawkins is the one - Zelfie knows or misses the house of the dead adventurer.

"I know. The family has a wife and two children per wife. I really don't like it... I don't really want to do this."

Knowing I even knew about the family structure, Hawkins' expression seemed a little sad.

"Are you going out of your way to take on a disgusting role? Keep your mouth shut, Lyell."

"I work as a mentor. This guy's out of charge."

Hawkins can imagine what Zelfie would do with the golden-eyed object he asked for as a reward.

The possessions of the deceased adventurer are generally received by the adventurer or companion who is headed for the investigation.

However, among other things, in the case of adventurers who were recognized around, the cared for adventurers sometimes delivered them to the survivors.

"Why don't you tell me. It's important to think about it."

You don't mind, Zelfie missed her gaze from Hawkins.

"My job is to make those guys a one-man adventurer. I reminded him of his job, and I told him about the trip, the camp, and the labyrinth. I don't need any more."

I teach the basics.

So no problem.

That's what Zelfie said.

Hawkins has nothing to say to Zelfie about his work as a mentor, even as he shudders.

I do work.

I work for the price, so the guild doesn't pinch its mouth to the details either.

"Sounds like you. Don't get paid this time. It's just work."

The rewards have been given to Lyells, and the rare metals found in the labyrinth have been given to Rondes.

Zelfie received the valuables the deceased adventurer had, but it is meant to be returned to the bereaved family.

It just works.

As an adventurer, I can say disqualified.

"... even if a retired person tells you that, right? That's it for me. I have a fiancée, and I'm sorry I'm gonna die the last time like him."

Zelfie's last job was to coach the Lyells.

He has had some success as an adventurer and is also recognized by his lords.

Between the Alliance and the Lords, it was Zelfie who had worked well.

But that's a big crazy thing about Aria, too.

"You seem to have been unscrupulous in one of Mr. Aria's cases. Lyell, push it against you... The truth is, Lyell, if you were in trouble, you were gonna pick it up, weren't you?

Zelfie exhaled a deep sigh.

"Ha ~, not at all... Aria, if you can't handle the lady, 'If you're going to help me, I'm going to take care of you till the end, help me!' 'I was going to make you recess in preaching. I think it's a worldless bong, and I get through any difficulties lightly. That's a lot more than me."

What I can teach you, Zelfie, says stupidity that there is little more.

Hawkins went along with the stupidity.

"Right. I've seen a lot of adventurers too, Lyell, but you guys are going up there, aren't you? That could make you a famous adventurer all over the country."

When Hawkins jokes, Zelfie laughs.

To the boulder, he doesn't seem to think that's it.

"That's funny. Then I'm the woman who coached the best adventurers in the country! Nice foil."

Then, the topic shifts to the matter of beautiful staff.

"That's right, sir. What happened to that beauty?"

Zelfie's gaze became harsh.

"... you turned your hand before you left? My lord has ordered me to explain the situation. Guild positions are inferior to Lords in Darion. If you ask me, I'll have to explain."

Hawkins recalls a beautiful employee with a blue face.

At the same time, her father was to leave Darion's Adventurer Alliance.

On the face of it is the launch of a new guild, the birth of a branch manager there.

But the place was a village that was going to be able to pioneer villages from now on.

I mean banishment from the city of Darion.

"Boulders are lords. That's a quick move. As a people, you can rest assured."

Zelfie belongs to the Adventurer Alliance.

At the same time, however, she is also a Darion citizen.

Which is more beneficial to her when she's thinking about retiring? Needless to say, I am a lord.

Even as a guild, I didn't mean to pinch my mouth about it.

"Thanks to you, it's gonna be tough for a while."

Now Hawkins spills his stupidity. But Zelfie is laughing.

"That's more than anything. I had a hard time with this one too. I'm gonna have to give the guild a hard time."

"Not at all," whined Hawkins, as he carefully lifted the paperwork, he stood up and left the room -.

The morning of the second day after I left.

I felt refreshed.

"What a refreshing morning... I feel like I'm reborn. This is growth!

Get up on the bed, spread your hands and look up at the ceiling.

The ceiling is close and looks clear to stains but I don't care.

Jumping straight out of bed, he landed to sit back and slowly rose.

It's like my senses have spread and I feel like I'm getting bigger.

"I feel it... more magic than ever! It's not like me ever! I... am reborn!!"

I felt really good screaming in the room.

I was in the mood to run out now.

Until last night it was a glitch, as if it were a lie.

"Now let the sky fly... can't it be bouldered? No, I can do it! There's nothing to be afraid of anymore! Even Ceres can beat you! No, I hope I can win..."

When I remember Ceres, I suddenly became weak.

When I shook my head to the side and forgot about Ceres, I wanted to scream out loud now anyway.

"I've grown up! Ooh!"

Then he heard a bump and a noise, and the door of the room opened in momentum.

There stands Aria with a bright red face, in tears.

"What's the matter, Aria? You look so crying... did something sad happen to you? I'd always talk to you!

Open your hands to me, Aria, and cover your face with your hands.

And I cried bright red to my ears.

"Stop making any more noise! You remind me of my old self!

They told me I was old, and I snapped my neck.

And I realize.

"What. Did you do something to him when he first grew up? Don't worry about such a small thing. I'm just wondering why I've been worried about this little thing. You want to beat your old self up!

Stick out your fist on the spot and keep your right arm elevated when you think of the image of beating your former self up.

"... no. I wasn't like this. It was more normal."

I comfort Aria, who sits on the spot and shakes her neck sideways, with a high laugh.

"I'm not well, Aria! Yes, let's go see the Rondos today! I have to thank you for what you did before. Finally, a big banquet with rewards! I'll pay you back today!

Aria looked at me in the high tension with an uncertain eye.

They stare at me with my highlights gone eyes, and I can illuminate them.

"Don't look so... you can light it up"

When I posed to lift her hair, Aria stood up and left the scene behind in silence.

"Don't stare so hard, you can light it up"

When the third generation raises their hair and poses with a beautiful face, the ancestors surrounding the round table laugh out.

I buried my face at the table and slapped the table with both hands over and over again.

Next, the third generation says as he sticks his fist out to hit him with his bare hands.

"You want to beat your old self to pieces!

Your ancestors are laughing again.

The first generation is laughing with his belly in his arms, and his legs are bummed.

I laughed so much when I first got here! My stomach hurts!! '

The second generation was holding his mouth down and trembling in small pieces.

"Lyell can fly too, can't he? Pup! '

Don't blow it out! Thinking, for example, the fourth generation was taking off his glasses and wiping the tears that came out laughing too much.

"I'll talk to you whenever I want, 'cause... that's what I usually say."

The fifth generation is looking at me with warm eyes.

"Don't worry. Everyone goes through it. It's the first time I've grown up that makes me feel bigger. Look, Nowem watched over me without saying anything. My family usually does that."

I scream.

"I want to beat the shit out of me then. No, no, no!!"

But the sixth generation came after me.

'No, but it is. That seemed so noisy that it was hard to see. Lyell, you might have a gift for making people laugh.'

It's unconvincing to be told with laughter.

In the first place, isn't it completely separate from being laughed at and making you laugh?

My ancestors are making fun of me, but my grandfather, the seventh generation, is also desperately enjoying laughing.

'Ugh, um. Everyone goes through it. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Lyell...... Bhoo!!'

I just decided to ask why I had been summoned, looking cold at the seventh generation that erupted unbearably.

"So, for what reason did you call today? If you're just teasing me, I'll let you go."

When I say it frustratingly, my surroundings still hold me back with laughter.

When the fourth generation first recovers...

'Don't wait. Because it's important. However, this time the growth is too impactful,...... no, if I remember, I'm going to laugh'

Look at the fourth generation holding down my mouth, I shake my head with both hands.

Why did you do that?

Why did you say those words?

I can't regret it.

He took over from the fourth generation while the third generation nicked.

"It's Lyell's skill, but unlike our skill, it's not the type that's always active."

"Right."

When I looked at the third generation with my jito eyes, I kept explaining it like it was a jerk.

'I know it's one of the causes of the high consumption of magic, but this is the type that always consumes magic when expressed once. It works great, but there are limits to the magic that can be used just like before'

For me now that I've grown, I have just enough magic to withstand consumption. But there was no difference in being shackled.

The third generation continues.

"At the same time, we thought about Lyell's condition. So, the second generation says... '

Coming that far, the second generation opened its mouth.

"It's the type that needs a hell of an experience. The same goes for the bad pre-growth signs, but you grow big with that recoil. I'm the type of person who grows all at once with tons of experience...... too clear and extreme. Think of it as multiple times the experience you need. '

I doubted my ears.

Grow big but require more experience than people.

And more than double.

"Can't you handle that? See, even my skills work."

With that said, the second generation shakes its neck to the side.

'Isn't it 20% to 30% no matter how many skills you say you increase, or in your current state? Think about your next growth and you'll need more experience than you have now'

"What do you mean...?

"Act in view of getting out of Darion. Even if the next growth happens here, it's on a yearly basis. It wouldn't be weird if it took me ten years if I sucked."

The second generation's gaze was serious. It's not the face you're lying to.

He's telling me to move on.

"I'm still in the process of hiring a mentor."

Third generation says.

'Only for three months, right? If I'm taught that much, let's leave Darion. It might be easy to live here, but is Lyell going to spend the rest of his life here? I don't think I can do that.'

The fifth generation will supplement it.

'Darion's lord will want you to leave. Whether you live here or not, you will be placed under the influence of your lord. That's not necessarily for you. If you have to, that lord will cut you off easily.... for each other's sake, you'd better leave here'

To Mr. Bentler, Lord of Darion, I'm like a bomb whose parents, the Walt family, don't know how to move.

You'll have trouble handling it just because you're there.

"I will leave Darion at the end of my instructional period. You just have to decide where to go next by then, right?

When I said that, everyone nodded in the face.

And finally, the first generation says:

"And. I need to talk to you, too. Come here tomorrow, though. I think it's going to take a while, so stay with me. '

I nodded and replied to the serious look of the first generation.

The atmosphere of the surrounding ancestors is also quiet, unlike earlier.

The fourth generation declared the end of the meeting as usual.

'Shall we end this now? Nevertheless, the first generation and Lyell have been able to solve quite a bit.'

Think of it first, I think it's an absolutely impossible situation.

Anyway, as much as my first generation said, "I hate you".

I never thought this would happen to me or myself.

That would be the same for the first generation.

"I have to admit it. Lyell showed me his strength. Aria saved me, too, so I'm just gonna respond to it. '

Oddly enough, the first words caught on.