Sevens

Central, the capital of the kingdom of Bansaim.

It's just the capital of the kingdom, and it's a big city full of people.

People and things from all over the country are said to gather, but I had to be convinced to look at the different sizes of other cities as well.

Central mixed with beautiful surface streets and dim, year-round alleys.

In such a place, [Lyell Walt], who I call "Lyell, my stupid son," in Darion, was visiting with three former fiancées, [Nowem Foxz], and [Aria Lockward], who became one of us in Darion, a New American adventurer-friendly.

Now that I had turned away from my noble son and became an adventurer, I was ready to head to the next home city in Central.

Central is the heart of the country, but it is also an unfriendly city for adventurers.

That's because you don't have to be an adventurer to get a job.

Safety is also maintained by knights and soldiers, with extremely little adventurer turnout.

Even if there were, it was also a place where named adventurers were often requested by nobles and merchants.

Others truly feel like the sloppy who lived that day.

I can't even make such a central home to work as an adventurer.

However, there are a lot of people in and out of Central, and the roads are in order.

It was also a convenient place to stop when traveling elsewhere.

Nowem, whose long bright brown-haired hair was turned into a side ponytail, was drinking tea after dinner at a snack bar where he tried to get lunch.

Purple eyes on white skin are likely to be inhaled.

If I could be proud, I'd be Nowem, this well made ex-fiancée.

There's just something a little too much I could do, and I'm really trying to take the Harlem plan that I lied about and implement.

Perfect, but isn't it actually missing somewhere?

I think so Nowem and the other one......

Aria has red hair that is habitual on the tip of her hair and stretches it all the way around her back.

I met him when crusading the Bandits, and he's one of those guys I got from Darion who's acting with me from there.

They and I were the three of us, and now we were at the snack shop surrounding a round table.

At the end of the meal, each begins to talk about the information collected.

Let's start with me.

"I've looked around at weapons and protective gear in the last few days, but I figured it might be a little early to go to the free city of Baim. The shopkeepers were all in the same place saying we should put our strength somewhere before we got there."

Beim is a city dominated by merchants, a livable city with a lot of work for adventurers.

But at the same time, apart from the area where the merchants lived, they tended to be very insecure.

If we go to Baym without strength, young adventurers like us could be targeted as prey.

I'm confident that I can return the favor, but it's not a good idea to have a problem.

Nowem agrees.

"Same goes for me. I was shopping with Aria, and she said Baim was still tough. They said it was a problem to have a small number of people."

As adventurers, the threesome is a lesser category.

Numbers are power, and that's all the opponents hesitate to get their hands on.

But a small number of mid teen adventurers like us tended to be easily targeted.

Aria was the same.

"I was told not to have a young daughter on a boulder as an adventurer. There are a lot of mercenaries staying, and there are a lot of people who don't want to get close."

It is certain that it is habitable for adventurers, but it is also true that it is insecure.

But for the adventurer, Beim was also an indispensable place to be. Many famous adventurers have the opportunity to raise their names there.

But my ultimate goal is not to succeed as an adventurer.

- Or I have no goal.

I'm an adventurer to live, and I could have made money and so on.

But there are circumstances that don't justify doing so.

"Then Baym will call it off. Even if you want to go, you should wait until you have all the people. I hope there's a moderate number of parties out there somewhere."

When I say that, Nowem shows difficulty.

Two, it's not uncommon for the three parties to organize each other. Many adventurers work together when they work and don't get involved with anything else.

But Nowem seems to disagree.

"I disagree. The leader of this party is Master Lyell. But in terms of age, I'm fifteen years old, as well as Master Lyell. Together with others, they will certainly be treated as younger."

Then grumble that Aria has nothing to do with it.

"... me, I'm sixteen"

"Really? Let's keep getting along, shall we, Aria?"

Nowem doesn't seem to give in that I'm the leader.

In the city of Darion, he teaches a variety of faculty with experience as an adventurer.

For three months I have acquired the underlying knowledge and experience.

But it's just the basics.

"When you can't organize with another party... all you have to do is really put people in the party. There's an adventurer who wants to come into our party, wants to join us. Is that right?

We're basically young.

It's more about growing up than working.

If you could buy the future, you would have more buddies, but in that case, there were many patterns where parties with numbers would add to your buddies as the next generation of fighting power.

A party started by just young people doesn't go so well.

"Considering that, how about an academic city after all? [Aramsarth] hears that there are also large libraries, as well as many private schools and dojos. There's a school to learn, and it seems to embrace young people."

When I hear that, it sounds like I'm going to school.

But so am I. Nowem was also born in a noble house.

They are educated, including reading and writing.

Neither does Aria have any problems reading, writing or calculating. I also know how to be polite.

"You learn something professional? It's hard to get that kind of time and money. I haven't been going to school for years.

With that said, Nowem shakes his neck to the side.

"There is no need for us to enroll in school. Speak to those who graduate from school or aspire to be adventurers in academic cities."

Aria has convinced me, she has nodded many times.

"With that said, the children of Central's lawsuit aristocrats will be admitted to school, too. I hear a lot about a second son or a third son who doesn't inherit a house, or a third daughter who gets skilled and works for her. But I also hear stories about being an adventurer and a mercenary."

Nowem takes over Aria's explanation.

"If you have young people with some knowledge, experience, or skill, why not recruit them at Aramsarth? There's no rush, so we can learn while working on the guild."

Hear that and start talking like Aria remembered additionally.

"I used to hear that Aramsarth has a lot of weird requests because it's an academic city. Plus, there seem to be a lot of adventurers like us. There must be a lot of people staying to find a party or something like that."

And then I hear the two of you, and I figure out if we should head to Aramsarth.

Then I heard voices from the blue treasure balls I lowered around my neck.

A treasure ball - one in which a person remembers and communicates only one skill, and in which eight skills are recorded.

It is a tool with a skill stage that cannot be conveyed by balls and a technique to convey how to use it.

My blue treasure balls had characteristics that generated support skills.

The red balls Aria lowers around her neck give her avant-garde skills.

And the yellow balls record the skills of the rear guard system.

Such a ball, but there was a big change when it became a treasure ball.

"A library... there was no academic city in my time, was there? Was that the [City of Wise Men]? It's a bunch of bigoted grandfathers, they said. '

It was the third generation I heard...

I heard the third generation of my parents, the regional nobleman Walt family [Slay Walt].

That's right.

Memories stored in skills, minds… they teach you how to use skills.

Best of all, that's not all good.

Blonde hair that doesn't take as long as her shoulder is sarah hair.

The Walt family that became the Count's, but in the third generation, the Associate Baron's...

It was one higher title than the Knight's House at the bottom.

He is also the one who made his name in history for defending the King's retreat in a massive battle... this man doesn't seem like such a righteous general at all.

Smart, always nicotine, blonde blue-eyed, thoughtful brother.

He was like that.

A third generation of voices is followed by a fourth generation of voices.

'You really like books. I wish I had done my internal affairs with that much enthusiasm when I was alive'

The third generation replied with a laugh in the fourth generation, speaking in exchange for disgust.

'Everything is best. Besides, even if I didn't do it, some of my men were there at the time, and I should have worked on a second generation plan. "

The third generation, who first engraved his name as a regional aristocrat Walt family in the history of the kingdom of Bansaim, didn't really seem to be very interested in anything because of his non-billy character.

In particular, I am less interested in internal affairs and war.

(I really don't know how this guy is a righteous general...)

If you think so, Nowem worries about me. The expression seemed dark.

"What is it, Master Lyell? Don't you feel good?

Aria says coldly to Nowem, who worries me.

"I'm going to stay up late! Oh, that's what I'm saying..."

I say back to Aria, who blushed.

"Like that? Besides, I slept earlier yesterday. I stayed up late the first day I came to Central. Besides, it would have been Aria who seemed to sleep"

In retrospect, and Aria rebels unusually.

"So, whose fault is it! Whose!"

Because...

The voices of this treasure ball are not heard around.

Finally, the Historical Emperor, a user of only a few skills, talks to me from a treasure ball.

That number is seven - no, it was seven.

Now six ancestors talk to me like this. But there was a lot of trouble because that didn't sound around me.

Says the second generation of hunter-style.

At last, from the second to the fourth generation, Nowem was quite a snob.

But Aria's not.

"You're a mayhem bitch."

The sixth generation agreed to it.

"Absolutely."

And finally... my grandfather, the seventh generation, takes the spot.

"Which one, if Baym can't do it, wouldn't it be good in Aramsarth? The third generation will also want to read the book, where you can staffed the party before heading to Baym. Above all, because academic cities, in terms of knowledge and technology, are not only Bansaim, but also well-known nearby. '

Sometimes in May.

Sometimes you make a scene and take my magic and let it fall.

Ancestors who sometimes give advice.

I will take your ancestors' opinions and draw conclusions.

"Fine. It's safer than going to Baym and it's going to help."

No, to be precise, there's just a historical contemporary personality dwelling on the skills recorded.

Only, but... the treasure balls have even been recorded to my heart.

Really troublesome, and six thankful beings......

"Anyway, get ready to go to Aramsarth as soon as you're ready. Dear Ryer, we need to get tickets to the consolidated carriage."

Nowem holds Aria down and recommends buying tickets.

A consolidated carriage is a consolidated carriage. It stays that way, but it allows us to carry a lot of people and supplies.

It is made possible by using magic tools and increasing strength while reducing horse fatigue.

It was one of the means of transportation, connecting large cities, cities, etc.

"I get it. Now... if you can buy it, can we leave tomorrow?

Both Nowem and Aria nodded when I got confirmation from the two of them.

Nowem smiled.

Aria blushes and strays her gaze.

(Did you really do something?

When I think about whether I did something wrong with Aria, the fourth generation, who pays close attention to the treatment of women, exhales.

"You really don't realize... Lyell should study a little bit more."

I think.

(That's why I'm going to an academic city...)

We ride the connecting carriage from Central and go for Aramsarth.

The journey was made up of streets, so we stayed in the passing city, etc., and were able to arrive in less than five days.

If this were a regular carriage or a walk, it would have taken more time.

Beyond the walls that surrounded the city, we went inside and we were amazed at how different the cities and cities were from the ones we'd seen before.

"Wow."

When I squeal like that, Nowem agrees to come out of the coupling carriage.

"I hear there are various research facilities, and they're still different from other cities."

Aria agrees.

I was just listening, and you're still surprised I'm here for the first time.

"Isn't that central building taller than Central's royal palace? And I don't know..."

Before Aria says it, I'll say it.

"You're a mess."

That city, which ignored something called landscape, had tall buildings in turmoil. At the same time, it even exists in weirdly constructed buildings.

I wondered if there was a chimney lined up with smoke spiders, and there was even a building near it that was shaped like a stumbling block of large plants.

It feels more cluttered than central.

"Somehow, it feels like you've been forced into a box"

When Nowem says, Aria is convinced too.

"With that said, it feels like a boy's toy box, doesn't it? It's like they didn't keep it clean and threw it in."

They called me a toy box, and I remember what I used to remember, too.

It still happened when I wasn't abandoned by my parents.

My father bought me a toy.

Mother angry because she didn't clean it up.

It is a very nostalgic memory.

Nevertheless, such warm memories come to an end by the age of ten.

The cause was Ceres, my sister.

A sister stronger than me, smarter and loved by everyone.

Now the first generation who taught and admitted everything to me said...

[Monster]

Admittedly, and the first generation I can't even meet now because I finished serving as a treasure ball.

The first generation told me to be vigilant is my real sister, Ceres.

(I wonder if I can transcend Ceres if I learn here)

For me, my sister bogged me down, lost and kicked me out of the house, my sister was nothing but a subject of fear.

(... let's not think about it now. But someday)

So I decided to take Nowem and Aria's luggage and move it off the spot.

"Well, let's find an inn and take it slow. You'd be tired of traveling all the time."

When I say that, Aria says it back.

"It's Lyell who's tired, isn't it? Don't fall down again like you always do."

... I can't say back because the treasure ball has taken my magic away from me and I have fallen many times.

Then Nowem follows me. He gave it to me...

"Master Lyell was also“ growing ”, so it's okay. Isn't that right, Master Lyell?

Growth… Sometimes in this world, you get the feeling of being born again, like you've crossed a wall.

That's definitely more than I've ever been.

But at the same time, it was time to get bigger.

Aria, who was looking at me, is holding her mouth and laughing.

Nowem looked at me with a warm, enveloping smile.

"... stop. Please stop."

Just a reminder makes my face red.

Normally I feel like I'm growing up earlier, but I went through that when I was fifteen.

I went through it and felt reborn.

It is a memory that I do not even want to recall now.

Aria says.

"Lyell... that was funny."

I say it back, too.

"Stop it, I told you! Besides, Aria also said at that time, 'I wasn't like this!' Or something like that, right? Isn't that something? There it is!

"Oh, that's not true!

Then I hear voices from the treasure balls.

Fourth generation.

"Such an attitude towards a girl... you'll preach later"

Sometimes only consciousness is sucked into a treasure ball.

That's how I get to meet my ancestors.

I'm sure you'll be summoned to preach later.

Then says the driest fifth generation.

'You can leave whoever's laid on that woman's ass there alone, so just find the inn. Don't make a scene forever. "

In the history of the Lord, the fifth generation, with the most concubine, was said to be the favorite woman in the Walt family.

But actually, no.

I'm not really into sex either.

Instead, there's something oddly sweet about cute animals.

"... Damn, it doesn't even start with the noise here. Let's go."

"... ok"

Going out of sight of Aria, I look around for a place to stay.

If it was also a sign, I was going to come in and ask if there were any vacancies.

Then Nowem looked at me and Aria and she was laughing at Couscous.

"What's going on?

When asked, Nowem answers with a smile.

"No, I was just glad you two got along better than before. Let's go."

When Nowem told me, I didn't know how to answer.

What I really like is Nowem, and I also confess.

But Nowem's answer was, "You can't compromise until you make a harem!".

While I was wondering where I'd gone wrong, I dropped my shoulders and walked down the streets of the academic city of Aramsarth.