Sevens

- Aria Lockward was worried.

I am becoming an adventurer and partying, but am I now fulfilling and contributing? and…….

He rents the garden of the Circleys' mansion, waves his spear, but doesn't come to the place where Hotip thought he would because of his impatience.

With his sweaty hand, he went into a break to get his breath ready when the area he was gripping slipped.

"Ha, ha... they just left me"

Party members are joined by one Lyell and Nowem below, and four Poyopoyos whose names are undecided in Automaton? became.

Clara, whom I now know in Aramsarth, or Miranda, would also lend me a hand if I asked.

In that, Aria was in a hurry alone.

I think I'm fulfilling my job as an avant-garde, but it was an atmosphere where only I would be left.

Lyell doesn't tighten. There are many ways to end it, but he still has a proven track record.

I can tell by looking nearby.

I used and used a number of skills at the same time.

I have the same red balls myself, but I haven't been able to use them like Lyell.

Support skills are not the same as avant-garde skills.

But even in terms of using it, Aria was clearly inferior to Lyell.

I can use magic too, but I can't use magic as difficult as Nowem.

It was a long time ago when the Rockwards still had the title Viscount.

I was more worried about what I would do with my daily life than about practicing magic to live.

Even when I worked internally and lived, my father spent the money and didn't have any money left in the house.

At the end of the day, I was serious about selling my body.

Whatever you do, it's no use...

Reminds me of my father's cliché.

Only pride was a high father and he hated being an adventurer.

I was always struggling at the beginning and end of a rampage just to get into the conversation.

"... I wonder what you're doing, me"

Aria, who will regret it, knows her own strength.

As an avant-garde or using magic in a rear guard, you can't beat Lyell or Nowem.

Unlike the two of us who have brushed our martial arts and magic with all our might, there was a huge difference.

Aria grips the red balls lowered around her neck.

There are four skills all remembered in the balls.

Add Aria's own skills - [Quick] and it will be five.

Quick enough to move continuously, he was straining his body heavily.

It is a skill I have knitted myself and it is not bitter to use. Still, compared to other skills, there is a prerequisite.

Strengthens the flesh, hardens the weapon, releases a powerful blow, and flies a slash.

Even if you look at other skills, there is a line of skills that I'm sure you would envy if you were an avant-garde adventurer.

An adventurer I used to know in Darion said.

"Skill combination, or"

Balls just remember their skills for better or worse, and it was very cumbersome to let them remember any skills.

Then you should use the magic tools that grant you skills.

If you have two skills, such as increasing your Attack and lowering your enemy's Defense, you can effectively defeat your enemies.

The enemy's defenses are lowered while increasing this attack.

The difference only grows.

However, the balls had major drawbacks.

"You can't use the magic equipment, and I can't buy it right now... after all, you have to use this."

Aria, looking at the red balls, exhaled.

The sweat made my clothes stick to my body, and when I took a break, I felt a little fever.

But now my sticky clothes are getting disgusting.

Aria takes off her jacket because the walls are high and she never gets peeked from the outside.

"It's not Vietnamese till underwear"

Clothes are so sweaty that they can squeeze.

Aria tries to enter the room with a spear.

Going from the garden to the door into the mansion, a poyopoyo with a basket came out of it.

"Oh, were you working out? Whoa, don't come near me because the sweat flies. Because I also have your dear husband's laundry."

Poyopoyo, a mouthless automaton, treats Lyell as your husband but treats other humans constantly.

Except for Nowem.

"... you don't have the same attitude as Lyell."

When Aria says that, Poyopoyo says it in the face.

"What's the sole? I activated it to do my best to your husband. Excuse me, but are the Arias an omelet? Oh, but... if your husband wants Aria to die, he's going to do all that he's prepared to do. But my loyalty goes only to that chicken bastard..."

Aria, stunned by Poyopoyo, who started the long story, says as she looks at him with a jito eye.

"Fine. Still, how could Lyell be so full of girls around..."

What I recall is what happened before I came to Aramsarth.

Reminds me of Lyell, who made a far-fetched confession on a beautiful evening when the moon was' the moon is shining 'and so on, and Aria blushes.

Poyopoyo in such aria...

"Would you step aside because I'm in the way? Shorter time to dry your laundry. I mean, it smells like sweat, so you just have to take a bath."

Aria looks at Poyo Poyo.

"... I, I hate you"

Poyo Poyo also says back.

"That's an odd encounter. I'm not interested in anything but chicken bastards. Whoa, except for that woman!

Not curiosity, Aria, told she was not interested, passed Poyo Poyo first, and she later entered the mansion.

Weird automaton, but all the housework in the mansion is done perfectly.

When Aria tells me to go that far, it's impossible.

"Really, why did you wake up so weird... idiot"

Aria shrugged as she watched Poyo Poyo dry her laundry outside -.

I was in the library, reading books about adventurers.

In particular, it confirms the organization of the party.

"... do we need the same or more scale of support to make the Six fight"

I was thinking of a way not to rely on my skills to attack Aramsarth's labyrinth.

The first thing I came up with was a simple and closest way to exemplary answers: to align numbers.

But to do that, we needed to have people we could trust as companions.

I have come to Aramsarth from the beginning to find company.

At a time when that had not gone well, it could be determined that this method was too time-consuming.

"It can take a while, but the problem is-"

- Skills cannot be used during that time.

If you don't have the skills, you can move like that.

But if you can't use what you've been relying on, you have to gain new power.

It's only natural to train yourself, and you have to get the skills you need to act at a party.

"Confirm our position in the labyrinth... And to reconnaissance, to discover and disarm traps, plus to ensure safety... fifth and sixth generation skills, don't be too convenient"

When the skills I had made up for them were gone, I felt inconvenient at once.

Second generation says.

"Using those guys' skills on a set would be breaking the law. It's convenient on its own, but it expressed itself really well. '

Skills vary from individual to individual.

For example, having twins does not necessarily express the same skills.

The book said that the person's growth, aspirations, and such things were involved.

It is very difficult to target and express.

"Do you need a profession to make it up to you... you can't master it"

Mastery is not an issue in itself.

I think I can do it, and I can actually do it... but it takes time on a year-by-year basis to learn the time it takes to master it and the other skills it takes.

Hopefully, I don't want to take that long.

If the party hardened in Aramsarth, I was going to go to a free city called the Adventurer's Capital [Beim].

Ceres - there are some things about my sister who was said to be a monster in her first generation, because she thinks it's dangerous to stay long.

(When will that whimsical Ceres be interested in this one... no, I also think I forgot)

I can't think of what a free-flowing Ceres would do next.

When I was still close to my parents...

(Is that it? What the hell was Ceres like?

I remember it from the age of ten.

I've been dealing with my sister Ceres as my brother. It should be. I don't remember doing anything particularly resentful.

Suddenly the mansion began to move around Ceres...

When I shake my head to the side, I stop thinking.

(Is that Ceres' skill? Or something else...... no, let's stop now)

Turning my gaze to the book again, I decided to think of a new form of party that would not rely on my skills.

- Nowem was checking for signs that Shannon had cleaned the room.

"It's true that you have good eyes so far. Beautifully cleaned. I'll have to compliment you later."

The person would hate it, but a voice was heard as Nowem tried to leave the room thinking.

I'm not surprised that Nowem knows he's getting closer by erasing the signs.

- It's Miranda.

"What about Shannon?

"I'm in the garden with Mr. Poyopoyo now. It's a laundry take-up. Welcome back, Mr. Miranda."

Miranda smiles back, too, looking at Nowem smiling.

"It is. I'm sorry I came to see if I was trying."

Nowem had sensed that Miranda had intentionally erased the signs. I also know I wasn't trying to surprise Shannon.

I knew I was here, and I approached.

"... Didn't you have something for me?

When Nowem tries to hear the real deal, Miranda changes her expression.

He had a serious look on his face. He seems to be hiding it under his school uniform, but there are two daggers behind his hips...

Though I think I'm pretty wary of this one, Nowem treats it as usual.

"You wanted to ask me something."

"Is that what you want to hear? I was there, too."

There would be a strained air between them, but the two didn't look like they cared. If one of them set it up, there would have been a fighting atmosphere in Shannon's room.

What Miranda wants to hear is about Nowem himself.

"Shannon said. You seem like you're not human... but that's crazy. Looks like it's not even an automaton. I just got my professor up and running and talked about it. Looks like I've been with Lyell for a long time..."

Nowem was delighted with Miranda's change from you, Ryer, to what he called Ryer.

Miranda really wanted to hold onto it to make Lyell build a harem.

"I am Nowem of the Foxz family. Nothing more or less. I've been scared... for a long time, so you've never really cared."

"Yes," Miranda muttered as she stood looking at Nowem shaking her neck and trying to keep her body on the edge of the door.

(Still, you're on guard)

And Nowem asks what he wanted to hear.

"My parents, the Foxz family, have known the Walt family for a long time. I knew in that relationship... the Circleys have a connection to the Walt family, right? I thought you were seeing the Walt family a few times in Central?

The Walt family - it's Ceres.

To the best of Nowem's knowledge, Ceres has been treated in the next period by Lyell after the age of ten.

When there was a beautiful woman in the Walt family in the social world, there were rumors.

It is now a Walt family with great power.

Sometimes they called me to a party in Central, and the houses involved weren't strange to be in contact with.

"To the habit of knowing... yes, I also knew about Lyell. I'm surprised you were with Aria, but it's true you were a little interested."

Nowem highly values Miranda, who was unattracted by Celes.

"Really? I could have let my parents know, but why not?

Miranda raises her hands and poses as a surrender.

"I thought if it moved that way, you'd kill me and Shannon."

Nowem corrected, thinking it was a terrible misunderstanding.

"I won't go that far on boulders. Just get out of here. Still, your sister will take care of it even if it's just me."

Miranda lowers her gaze just a little.

"The blind Shannon was treated pretty hard... and I want to protect him. I know you resented me, but that's just because I was more recognized by that woman."

The woman muttered as Nowem thought it was definitely Ceres.

"You're sweet."

"Because you're sisters. My second daughter and my third daughter are not close."

Apparently, Miranda's sisters have complicated circumstances. Miranda, her eldest daughter, understood that she was here and that Nowem had understood.

"... If you can keep your hands off Master Lyell, I will do nothing. Oh, but... I won't stop being friends with men and women. I hear it was love at first sight."

Hearing that, Miranda erupted.

"Oh, you, you were awake!

When Nowem nikoniko, Miranda turns red and leaves the spot. You were angry, the stride was bigger than usual, and you seemed to be walking purposefully making noises.

There are more human feelings out there than before.

Nowem liked Miranda now more than Miranda, who had the impression that she was just some good guy.

"A little, I envy you"

That said, Nowem also leaves Shannon's room...

I read the material in the library, and I was walking down the street in Aramsarth.

I've come up with some proposals to strengthen the party, so I'm going to go back and talk to Nowem and his ancestors.

I just thought about it and felt heavy on my head, so I was walking home to a distraction.

There are many students in the school and the general public walking somewhere down the road have the impression that they are different from the others.

It's just called an academic city, and I guess there's an upbringing about whether you care about knowledge or something.

Most of all, it was also true that there was a tendency to be ridiculed without upbringing.

In the street...

"You don't even know that? I know you're a kid."

"Hey, what the hell!

Most of the sayings and fights are a lot to talk about in this hand. Many people were proud of their knowledge and demeaned that they had no more learning than they did.

It is true that it is an interesting place, but it is doubtful when people ask if they want to live all the time.

The city itself is a mess, and as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to try and build a house and live somewhere quiet and non-billy.

I have a wife, a child...

(I can't imagine what that is)

When it comes to the happy ending of a story, the protagonist is festived as a hero. Alternatively, there were many patterns of living quietly with a partner.

I admire the latter, but I can't imagine it at all.

(Well, now you just think about breaking through the underground thirty tiers)

I was walking down the street changing my mind that I would soon be able to imagine such a thing.

The good thing about Aramsarth would be that there are few people with bad patterns. Conversely, there are extremely few places to play.

There was no place to bet, and although there were plenty of dojos in bookstores and private schools, there were few impressions when it came to entertainment.

Artists are also prohibited from performing arts in the streets, and there's not much fun like that outside of the festival.

If you ask, drinking while listening to a song at night in a liquor store sounds like entertainment in this city. It was also in Darion, a place like that.

If we talk about extremes, there are few fun places, even if the size of the city is large.

"One adventurer after the other. Well, some adventurers like places like this... you have nowhere to spend your money"

It would be great for those who want to hone themselves, but it seems like a boring city for adventurers with some strength.

That was the academic city of Aramsarth.

But at the same time, I think...

"I don't really have a hobby or anything like that."

Swordsmanship and magic have sharpened that skill because we need it.

The book is to gain knowledge. No, I like reading books... other than that, I realized I don't have a hobby.

In life, I read in a book that I needed a hobby.

I'm on a less crowded street, squeaking.

"I think I'll find a hobby, too."

Then, the fourth generation...

'If you look around, women's play will look like a hobby. Well, it's good to have a hobby. I loved counting the gold coins I had left in my vault, too. "

Is that a hobby? That's what the fifth generation says.

"... the fourth generation of gold was used up by me to welcome my concubine."

For some reason, the fifth generation told me! Say it like that. It's the fifth generation with rare emotions...

"What are you doing, Temeye!!"

My favorite fourth generation of money smashed out.

(I used to worry about magic to this extent, but you haven't bothered me at all lately)

I remember myself falling right before, and I didn't want to grow up like this.

I hear voices from the treasure balls.

"Wolse!! I guess it was necessary to solve the problems left by Temee! We had a little fight when I took the lead, though!

In the fifth generation to say it back, the sixth turns to hold it down.

A sixth generation with a wild impression, but somewhere weak in the fifth generation.

'Let's settle down for the fifth generation too. Slow down and you'll understand. "

Seventh generation says.

'Oh, is that the thing? That's certainly a problem that the fourth generation has caused. The third generation is also involved, but you can't help but say it to the third generation who died in battle.'

The third generation also speaks out.

'... did you do something?

Then the fifth generation says in a low voice.

'You didn't. I didn't, so I had a big problem. Because of that, I...'

Apparently, various things and the Walt family had problems between generations as well.

(wonder what happened)

It was a topic of some concern, so I decided to ask when I got home.