Sevens

Realizing the growth, seeing myself in pain Nowem and Aria... and my ancestors, I visited the conference room in the treasure balls as promised to the first generation.

Unlike usual, the first generation stands in front of their room.

And today the second generation was sitting in a chair.

"That's unusual, second generation"

With that said, the second generation replies briefly.

"Ah."

The first generation was smiling.

Did the two of us fight again, as usual? I thought so. I ask what happened.

"Are you fighting again? Now what did you argue about?"

The first generation shakes his neck to the side.

"Do you always fight? I said what I wanted to say a little while back. Here we go, Lyell. Oops. '

It was the first generation to open my room, but the last time I spoke to the second generation.

Don't worry about the rest, Crassel.

Then, the second generation just hissed his right hand. While I think this kind of interaction is rare, I think.

(It's always a fight, but it's rare)

With that in mind, the old streets were spreading there as I crept through the doors with the first generation.

Some cobblestones are crumbling.

The style was so old that the Walt family Vice Territory seemed to be developing more.

And even people walked and lived their daily lives.

But...

"Don't you touch it?

Suddenly I try to avoid someone coming directly in front of me, my shoulder touches the wall.

But I didn't feel it.

'This is my memory, or it's in my memory. There's only so much to touch, and no matter how much you talk to these guys, it's no use. Look, let's go.'

Walk the surface streets that feel cluttered and follow the first generation.

It's definitely a place I've never seen.

(Is this my old home? No, for that, it's not the scale because it's called the memory of the first generation. Sounds cluttered, but about the size of a city or something?

On the scale of the territory, my parents shouldn't have developed this far in their first years.

Walking behind the first generation, you enter a narrow path gradually from the surface street.

There buildings on the fourth to fifth floors lined the sky so narrow that the passage was narrow.

It doesn't smell, but the road is dirty.

"Where is it, here?

"Ah? It's the central part of the king's capital. About 200 years ago?

That's what they say, I'm surprised.

"Two hundred years ago!

'Don't be surprised, I was born about fifty years old in the kingdom. Was it 300 years now? I know it's not weird.'

"Yes, indeed."

I've never been to Central, but I walk down the road wondering if this is where I am.

Then there was a section with a house lined up around the street.

"What is this place?

"It's my home. It's a shortcut over there, so I just went by. '

That's what they told me.

(I heard that the Walt family, who is a legal aristocrat here in Wang Du... has absolutely nothing to do with it now)

I was told that I was independent and that my relationship was broken.

Most importantly, even if the opponent is also a legal aristocrat, he will not be able to relate to the Walt family of the Count family, a local aristocrat.

Anyway, the Walts are knights in the king's capital.

Even the nobles are at the end of no position.

"What are you doing here? Or is it something you want to show me?

When I said that, the first generation snorted silently.

And look ahead of your gaze.

There was a red-haired woman there… a young man peeking at Aria with a large package from a short distance away.

Around twenty years ago, I guess.

"... that's me"

"Eh, lie!

I don't think it's impossible to be surprised. Anyway, I look like a good young man in my first generation. Her hair is neat and she doesn't grow a mustache.

Nor was it the Barbarian style that characterized the first generation.

"I'm not lying! Seeing Alice like that from time to time, I decided that one day I would come out of the three boys of the Cavalier family and pick her up!

Surprisingly, they have something pure.

That's how the scene shifts.

There, when I was younger, I watched the recruitment of pioneering groups whose first generation was affixed to the wall.

And the young first generation screams.

'This is it! Now you're born, and you can pick up Mr. Alice!

Young first generation rushing out happy.

'That was the time. I bought the blue balls that were sold cheaply. The others were expensive, but unpopular and cheap. I mean, we didn't have any magic tricks when we said skills, and all we had to do was buy balls. It doesn't make sense if you don't remember your skills later.'

The reason I bought the treasure ball was because it was unpopular and cheap...

As always, it was a hell of a reason.

"Better than nothing? But I really want the red one. '

Young first generation taking cheap sold blue balls and looking at other red and yellow balls that are untouchable amounts.

The first generation seems bitter to see themselves like that.

'Maybe this was a mistake. I didn't have a choice. A gold-eating bug living on a pension who is a legal aristocrat and has no knight family position. I hate my parents like that, and one day I'll be independent and fine.... That's what I thought.'

When the scene is switched again, it looks like a few years flew by this time.

In a Central liquor store, my first generation, when I was younger and wilder than before, is drinking in tears.

"... what happened?

'... I'm back in Central temporarily. I thought I'd ask Alice to marry me because the village was somehow formed. "

The result will be just as I know it.

Alice, the ancestor of Aria, was married to the Rockward family.

"You've really hated everything already."

"I feel that way"

The young first generation, who was drinking in front of him, ordered so much booze as he cried.

I want to hold my head when I hear the first generation whine bossly that they used the money they brought instead of the conjugate money for drinks as they were.

(Can't you do that all of a sudden? I need to take the story first or keep it crossed...... or there's too much difference in status and you pay up front)

Love in a different capacity.

Without crossing a millimeter such as fate, the first love of the first generation marks the end.

That's how the scene turned around this time and the idyllic landscape was spreading. It was spreading, but there's a hot fight going on there.

A young first generation of barbarian style is beating each other up with barbarians wearing similar furs.

"... What is this?

'Hmm? Oh, this is me. The territory of the people who disobeyed the original kingdom and my territory was worn on it. When you do, you're gonna have to decide whose it belongs to, right?

"No, even if they take it for granted to decide with such a beating...... oh, I won"

The young first generation beat him and the surrounding barbarians knelt as he roared.

The man who was fighting, too, kneels before the first generation.

'I miss you. I don't like to think about it anymore at this time, it's just when I was at work'

That's how times went on, and the first generation, a little older than now, was serving alcohol outside.

Scream there.

"What I welcome to my daughter-in-law is beautiful, healthy and sturdy! And he's smart, beautiful skin! Other than that, I'm not interested! This is Walt's homework!

With the momentum of drinking, I said something absurd.

The first generation sees themselves and exhales.

'That's the time... you didn't want to get married or anything anymore. I didn't think there were more women than Mr. Alice. "

"You're really terrible. Historical masters struggle a lot because of this, don't they?

"... do you really think you're gonna take what you said in the booze seat?

That's what they said, but the inhabitants who were listening at the feast seat looked like they were taking that statement seriously.

Whose daughters can't fulfill the conditions?

My daughter is retarded.

My sister is not sturdy.

And so on, we are seriously discussing it.

In doing so, there was one decent man. He was older than the first generation and had a troubled look with his hands on his forehead.

Clothes are more splendid than the rest of the people, and they are piercing figures.

'Oh, this guy's the' oh man '. There's a territory nearby, someone who taught me a lot. In the end, this man will rely on you to bring his wife. "

When it comes to 'oh man', he would be the head of the Foxxx family in this era.

I feel sorry to see a decent old man struggling because of his first generation.

"You've been relying on the Foxz family since this time. I wonder how much the Walts took care of us."

"He was a good man."

I said I didn't like it, but it flushes, and I sigh.

And when the scene switched, a slightly expanded village was burning up.

The first generation in my memory was the demon in front of me with a great sword...... facing a subspecies of dragons with gray skin, powerful jaws, and large forelegs.

The sword in your hand is only long enough for one person.

"That sword..."

I immediately understood that it was similar to the sword that came out when I grabbed the treasure ball.

"There's such a big demon in the village. It seemed impossible to gather men's hands. That's why I came forward."

The first generation with the Great Sword starts fighting demons as they are when they scream the names of their skills.

Slash and blow a demon that is more than twice as powerful with a sword wielded at your disposal.

The figure was truly one hero.

'Full burst... it's my trump card. Double or five times your abilities. "

"Huh? Is that so? Like I didn't get that far when I was? But don't you pull up so much abilities, recoil or something?

"What? You know what? No! Ignore the disadvantages. Ignore! '

I laugh bitterly at the opinion of the first generation.

"We use magic from time to time to trigger an explosion at once when we use it. It only lifts my abilities for what I was putting in. I'd have doubled to tripled in a month or so, but you'd be quicker. '

In the first generation and me, the amount of magic we possessed was too different.

After the fifth generation, which incorporated the Wizard's blood into its blood, it became a nobleman capable of using magic in the true sense.

In doing so, the first generation won by chopping off the neck of the dragon's subspecies at the end.

I have a kid who runs over to such a first generation.

- Probably the second generation.

'... at this time, I guess. This guy told me Dad was awesome, or something, and I was curious about that. Until then, I didn't do anything fatherly, and I couldn't make it easier for my wife. That's why I wanted to leave something behind for these guys.'

The second generation as a child was a boy who admired his father's valiant men.

And times go on again.

It's an even more expansive village, but what I thought...

"This... isn't bullshit"

……

The first generation shuts up.

A grown second generation was yelling at the first generation in my memory of working in the field.

"Come on, man! Spread the field with all this bullshit... there's also a fight going on among the people because of it! Think about it for a second!

And as time passed from the sight, we were inside the mansion.

The mansion where the first generation lived was strangely qualitative compared to the Walt family today.

When the first generation tries to go outside with a shovel, the second generation passes by silently beside it.

We don't even gaze at each other.

'... you made a mistake. I wanted to leave you with something, but in the end, all I had left was a territorial problem. "

The first generation was silencing the problems between the inhabitants in their own charisma and arms in a field that had been spreading unplanned.

It was the first generation of lords who worked more than anyone else - Basil Walt, and no one defied the hero who saved the village.

But the grievance seemed right for the second generation.

"So that you can eat at all." I cut open the woods and spread the fields... and when I realized, I left all the problems behind. Nobody complains to me. But I turned to him, the second generation of complaints. '

"First generation..."

'I used to ignore it till the end. When he came here and complained to me... honestly, I was happy. Parent-child fights and stuff, because the second generation was only a kid. "

The usual first- and second-generation interactions of the fighting hips seemed better for both of us than before.

I guess the first and second generation are clumsy.

The scene then returns to the scene where the first generation fights a subspecies of dragons.

"It was time for my time to recover from the confusion and make life richer from now on. There were many villages that were crushed by the war, but get on with it. But there's not much food, and it's not uncommon to have trouble eating it."

I hear it was tough times.

My father told me when I was still kind that the Walt family also had tough times in Pioneering Village.

He also says that the first generation who led such a village was great.

Whatever the reason, he was a really great guy.

"Lyell, have you ever had trouble eating?

To be honest, no.

Even when I was distancing myself from my family, my meal was out.

Even when he was kicked out, Zell, the gardener, and Nowem was there, he never starved.

(I'm sure you'll be angry)

When it comes to luxury, it would be luxury.

From the first generation I had trouble eating, I didn't have to worry about starving to get kicked out, it doesn't feel good to watch.

And yet, Nayonayo, if you're cuddling, you want to yell at me too.

"... you don't. I was never hungry. I've been hungry before, but even then, I could eat."

I got up when they said something, but the first generation laughed when they looked back.

'Right. That's fine. My offspring won't have any trouble eating. Then what I've done isn't a waste at all! The last thing I heard was good!

The first smiling generation gives me the sword of where I took it from when I say so.

That was when it glowed in silver...

It was a great sword that slashed and lay down a red oak with one blow.

'I'll teach you the last skill. I had a bummer when I let him use it, so I need to be sure to tell him. The skill is named [Full Burst]. It's a skill that frees up the magic you normally put in and boosts your abilities in an explosive way. Try to fight him in front of you.'

The first generation referred to a subspecies of dragons.

You can't even fly, it's just a little like a dragon, but a dragon is a dragon.

It is a dangerous opponent.

But I'm not saving magic.

With that said, the first generation put their hands on my head. When you disturb the rampage, your powers come as they are.

'I could do it, too. You could do better...... go!

That's the first generation to hit me in the back with a flat hand.

When I step forward with Yota Yota, the dragon in my memory, which had stopped until earlier, starts to move. Soon, the first generation in memory had disappeared.

"Damn, it's always sudden. Be the one to swing!

Running out with the great sword, wave the great sword as it is.

It was a big sword that I couldn't seem to wield no matter what I thought, but I could easily wield it to see if it was the effect of my skills.

(All I can say is that skills like this can be used without disadvantages or are already cowardly)

I step back and use magic on a dragon that tries to trample me with a big forefoot.

"Fire Barrett!"

Fire bullets are fired out of your fingertips one after the other, but that blow was very powerful.

When hit by a dragon, it explodes and pushes the giant back all the way to the back.

Thus, a second shot of magic is used.

It also meant ascertaining the power. Skills will bottom-up your abilities and how powerful -.

"Lightning!"

When the purple electricity hit the dragon, the surroundings rapidly brightened.

It was a magical light, but I'm surprised I'm more aggressive than I normally am.

It was more than I imagined.

"This... is not a good idea if you're not used to it"

When I was bad, I sweated cold at the power that seemed to involve me to my side. And when I run out, I jump up.

A black-burned dragon shook his head from left to right looking for me.

But that's when I was at the head of the dragon - directly above it.

I waved down my sword and blew my neck off.

It is the same way as the first generation.

And when the effect of his skills expired, the Great Sword felt very heavy and pierced the ground. Holding the pattern, keep the weight.

"I knew... you're tough"

With that said, the first generation walks in. He was laughing at me.

"If we can get that far, we won't have a problem! The boulders are my descendants."

When I breathe, I take back the weight I kept and take on the sword.

The first generation raised their right hand.

I kind of guess, I raise my right hand the same way. The great sword was held in his left hand and stabbed to the ground.

Keep the hi-touch strong with the first generation.

My hands are paralyzed, but I felt good.

"Lyell, you... have you got a goal?

That's what they said, and I remember my previous conversation with the first generation. Without answering, the first generation grinned and murmured "well fine".

'Decide what you're going to do. You can be independent somewhere. You can be happy with the village and lord. You can keep your name as an adventurer. Maybe it's not a bad idea to live quietly with Nowem. As far as I'm concerned, Aria wants you to be concerned. And... you can try Ceres.'

When I heard I was going to challenge Ceres, I felt like I was being eagled in the chest.

Fear rises.

That's what my first generation was expecting from me.

'If there's someone I'm sure we can stop, it could be you. Make yourself at home. You can ask the others about the rest. "

"Huh?"

'That's the end of my role. I told you what I wanted to tell you, and you'd be okay with me leaving it to you. I can count on you more than I can. "

I didn't understand what you were talking about.

No, maybe I just don't want to admit it. That the first generation will leave me like this.

And I will retain my first generation.

"Wait, please. I still need the advice of my first generation... Basil Walt! Help me out, as usual. You can rely so much on the first generation!

I was about to cry.

Even myself, I don't know why I'm going to cry.

'I have no knowledge or skill. Besides... the second generation is pretty good. Anyway, he's my son. Whoa, you were a descendant too!

Gahahaha, I had the impression that the first generation laughing would never be remembered again.

'Perhaps, we are a memory of our skills. The person is dead. The skills in the treasure balls themselves… this is what happens when you tell them everything'

If I tell him, he disappears. He's gone.

"Know... were you there?

My voice was shaking.

The first generation shakes his neck to the side.

'No, somehow, yeah. You know... they seem to feel thin too, and ask them for details'

I reach out to the first generation, the first says.

'My skills are yours now. Whatever you want, Lyell... and don't lose.'

What did I tell you not to lose?

I tried to hear that, but the sights around me changed before my voice came out.

In the usual room in the treasure balls, I had reached where my first room door had been.

The second generation with his feet on the table, he speaks to me.

"Don't Cry, Silly"

"Huh?"

When I was told to touch my face, I was crying.

'I told him everything. I finished my job. "

"So, but! It's a treasure ball, isn't it? Then why is it in this shape! If you just tell them, you can even balls. You don't know what it means to come out of your way and disappear!

To my cry, the second generation answers pale.

'... balls don't tell everything. That's the only part that lets you use it if you don't know all about your skills. We're here to teach you skills. This is how it exists. You know what? Our memories are over the last time we touched the balls. I mean, I only remember until the point where I gave the balls to the next generation'

When I heard that, I was flabbergasted.

Your ancestors are here just to teach me their skills. No, because I could also say that my skills mimic what your ancestors looked like.

'It was strange to be able to talk to you without a problem. The words we used were at least two hundred years old. You read old books and you said it was hard to read, so we can talk normally. Why do you think that is?

For the second generation, I gave the answer.

It wouldn't have made sense if I hadn't.

Your ancestors are giving me words to pass on my skills. If times are different, they also speak subtly differently.

That's obvious when you look at old books and stuff. The rhetoric, the popular words… the words shift, but this is how we can converse without problems.

That's because Treasure Ball wants to tell me something.

- Because that's what treasure balls do.

"Have you noticed? That's right. We exist only to communicate our skills to you. Teach me how to use it, and even how to be effective. '

I noticed that the sword I held was missing from hand.

And the Great Sword is floating where the first generation has been sitting.

The chair is gone, the door is gone...... floating on the table where the first generation once sat.

The great silver sword is embedded with blue treasure balls in the tundra.

The sword was also a sign that the first generation recognized me.

"Why... then why are you telling me so much... if that's all you need! Why do I have to get involved so far and even feel sad about it!

I didn't like it at first.

Sometimes I thought it was just loud and annoying.

But... he taught me a lot.

You admitted me.

Yet...

When I fall on the spot, the second generation says.

'That's what we want to do. But... I kept track of all my memories. I wouldn't even be able to leave you alone, though. Besides, we were the first generation... to let Basil Walt take care of you.

Couldn't leave it alone, the second generation says. I didn't know how to answer that.

I felt sorry for him.

Until the end, I couldn't even say my goals to the first generation, and I broke up pathetically.

"... will I see you again?

'... with your next possessor, it would be possible to meet. Now you're on our side, too. But I don't know if we remember what we remember now. You don't have much merit remembering.' Cause I just need to tell you how to use it and what your skills are called. '

In the end, I'll never see my first generation again.

I'll be recorded on the treasure ball, it's my skill, not the real me.

Second generation says.

'In the first place, it's a miracle we're just seeing each other this way. Our clan inherited the blue treasure balls, and thus you took over. Lyell, don't be sad... rather, be proud. That guy... my dad recognized me. Tighten your chest.'

That's what they say. I wake up in the real world.

"Dear Lyell, are you all right?

"... Nowem?

Nowem looked into my face worried as I lay down in bed.

I should have slept in a separate room, but Nowem's in my room.

"Looks like they were doing it. No, the... I tried to come because they seemed to be crying."

I wiped my tears as I wet my face.

When I'm forced to make a smile, I smile at Nowem.

"I'm fine. I had some sad dreams, and now I'm refreshed."

"Is it a sad dream?

When Nowem snaps his neck, he offers me a towel wet in water for me. Copy that, wiping my face, I told myself.

(If I cried forever, the first generation would really piss me off. I'm already recognized by Basil Walt... by the ancestors of the Walt family, a regional nobleman)

Now that I think about it, there were some barbarian styles and tyranny.

But I'm pretty sure he was someone I could count on.

And while ironically hating me the most, he is also the first person to admit it to me in a true sense.

(I was recognized by that guy, wasn't I?)

"Can I get you something warm to drink?

Nowem seems to be worried, so I decided to snort.

"Right. Shall we have something to drink?"

"Yes."

That's what I said. When Nowem went to get ready, I called Nowem.

"Nowem...... thanks"

Then Nowem looked a little strange, but smiled and nodded at me.

"What's wrong with you today, Master Lyell?

"No, I was in the mood to tell you. It doesn't mean anything."

I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen with Nowem.