Sevens

In a consolidated carriage bound for Central, the Wang capital.

Sleeping with my eyes closed, my consciousness was sucked into the blue treasure balls I lowered around my neck.

The circular room has a round table and chairs are arranged around it.

Only in one place, there was a silver sword floating on the table.

"Um... even if they call me, the"

There was a look at me [Lyell Walt] and the faces of the frightening historical contemporaries.

I'm sitting in a chair looking at this one, but only the second generation was standing.

Looking like a hunter is the skill and memory of a historical contemporary within a treasure ball.

Following the first generation, the ancestor of the Walt family, a lord nobleman, the second generation, [Crassel Walt] tells me.

"I'll have it done today. Come to my room."

To put it briefly, if you're frustrated or not, the second generation heads to the door behind the chair.

Behind the historical contemporaries was a room, also a place to regenerate each memory.

The third generation told me to look at me and go fast.

"Come on. Really..."

Set aside the principals of a long history and I'll head to the door where the second generation came in.

(No, but... you don't have a choice)

There is one reason why it is frightened.

Because I failed to acquire my skills.

Second generation memory.

That was not the same as in the first generation, it was also a constant memory of strife.

It's not killing each other.

It is a struggle between villagers, and an objection to the second generation, which is a lord.

"My predecessors are good, aren't they? He's got arms!

"He took the initiative."

"I wonder how the trace came to be like that!

When the second generation walked down the farm road, I was walking behind it.

Around us there were inhabitants who spoke out so that they could hear us deliberately.

The second generation, who had just inherited territory, was taking his men, not field work, and punching a stick of wood into the ground.

I look at the sight and say.

"It has been the case before, but this sight..."

The second generation is in a bad mood, but I answered.

"I just inherited. I didn't even know what to do. It was bullshit. You managed to fix the fields."

When the first generation is lording.

The village, which was the territory of the Walt family, had complex fields and house placements.

I spread it because I could spread it, that's the impression I had.

That's what was in place to make it easier to manage because the second generation came to the fore.

the inhabitants who saw it, but seemed to have a second generation of grievances.

"I'm that guy's son..."

Next to the second generation as a young man at work, the inhabitants squawked and passed.

The young second generation is eating up their teeth.

I'm going to regret it.

The second generation will explain the situation to me.

"What the residents were hoping for instead was arbitration for the fight. Whose field is it? I stopped the water. That was a lot of crap fights. I put up with that when I was a first generation. He was... my dad was strong."

Compared to the first generation, the second generation still felt like we could talk.

The first generation, Basil Walt, was barbarian in style with his beast fur on his jacket.

His arms were thick, his weapon had a great sword, and no one in the village seemed to be able to defy him.

"He was strong, he took the lead in his work... and whatever he said, he was admired by the people he relied on."

When it replaced it, the discontent it had been engulfing seemed to erupt all at once.

We arbitrate fights, we arbitrate on whose land it belongs to... we make those rulings, but they all seemed dissatisfied with the people.

It was unacceptable from generations who knew the first, and the second seemed to be struggling to raise the younger generation.

Out of the village, when I go outside, the second generation looks back at me.

"Well, let's get started...... you can do the second stage of my skills [all]?

"Cover more than ever and use your skills for more than one."

The second generation of skills is characterized by truly thorough support.

If you learn how to use it in a secondary way, you will benefit more.

The second stage allows you to gather your surrounding allies in one place and activate your skills simultaneously.

In other words, skills can be used in a population at once, without the use of chimatima and skills.

"It's more recognizable, but it's not as good as the fifth generation of skills. It's good for close range detection."

When I said that, I sent my gaze to the enemy I sensed in my skills.

There's a horned raven.

"Shh!"

- I saw it, but the second generation was releasing an immediate arrow.

As can be seen from the hunter's style, the weapon in the second generation is a bow.

Demons - Especially when they don't seem to like horned ravens, they often argue with the fifth generation when they are discovered.

For the first to third generation who were working in the field, horned ravens are vermin.

Roughing up the fields means less harvest.

"Something sounds like a conditional reflex. I mean, it's in your memory, right?

Don't you think I can manage the emergence of demons?

When I say that, the second generation says it in frustration.

"I get angry when they see it, but it's intensely engraved in my memory... so this is how"

The second generation was shooting because another horned rabbit came out of the side he was talking about.

The bow arms are amazing.

I can handle it too, but I didn't have as many arms as the second generation.

When the second generation bows, he looks at me and says:

"Now, for the third stage [select] that continues to fail,"

Select - This is the third level of second-generation skill, something that allows you to use your skills even when allies within range are positioned in pieces.

The great thing about this is that you can use your skills by judging enemies and allies.

In other words, sniping was possible.

In a battlefield where enemy allies get involved, it would be advantageous at once if the secondary effects of this skill could be exploited.

With widespread magic, we can only target our enemies.

It's such an amazing skill...

"No, that's..."

I concentrate on using my skills, but I'm not responding.

The second generation screams.

"Why can't you! That's impossible! Keep it up to the third generation of minds, because it's not normal for my skills to be unavailable!

If mastery difficulty is added, first and second generation skills will have less difficulty than others in mastering up to the third level.

Yet I failed to activate my skills.

"No, I have a reaction. It just fails when it's just a matter of time ago."

"It would be strange! You've used all your skills in one shot before, and you can't do it here..."

In front of a disappointing second generation, I realized I was at ease somewhere.

I look out the window when I wake up as the coupling carriage rattles and sways.

I'm tired of just riding a ride.

There were many sleeping guests around, just like me.

Looking out the window, mercenaries or adventurers on horses are following as escorts.

When I went to Central, the capital, there were many passengers.

There are no available seats and many guests want to ride even if they need to pay a large sum of money called silver coins because there are demons and thieves.

This consolidated carriage, with escorts and even arranging accommodation in the village of stopovers, was expensive in amount but still had many passengers to ride.

A safe journey is worth it.

I've come to know it lately too.

Looking next door, Monica is knitting, not Poyo Poyo in made-up clothes with twin tails on her golden hair......

Seeing that, I thought.

(Is that already the season?)

I was feeling cold, but the cold is getting tighter and tighter.

I left the Walt family, my parents' home, and it was already over six months old.

Winter is just around the corner.

Monica, who initially seemed to have a rare gaze on her, but when she travels for a few days, everyone doesn't care what she looks like in made-up clothes.

In the villages and cities you arrive, you will only see new passengers surprised.

Monica like that, she's not human.

It was the perverts who brought back the automatons made by the ancients, even the septuary of Aramsarth, an academic city.

It is a crystal of ancient technology, and he says it is a [special machine].

Monica noticed my gaze.

"What is it, chicken bastard? No way, did you want to look at me cute? Totally...... Serve it up here"

To Monica, who said that and tried to take off her clothes, I slapped her with all my strength.

Could it break because it's a machine? I think...... it's already broken so I can understand it from this guy's tone.

"Why do you always do that? More than that, what are you making?

When you look at knitting, Monica says.

"It's what I found out. It's a 'heavy muffler' with all my thoughts. I can't help but feel the weight of love and the weight of responsibility, considering how much feelings are put into it. Ah, what a heavy muffler."

"Right. That's tough."

When I say it like any other HR, Monica shudders with a pull.

"No, don't say it like any other HR there. Can't you understand if I don't tell you who's going to present who? Chicken bastards are animals."

Monica shrugged bossly as she remained uninterested.

"... I'll add some heavy sweaters and some heavy gloves."

That said, I knit out the muffler at great speed.

A child watching the situation nearby was about to wake up a sleeping parent.

"Stop, fool"

Tell Monica to mind her surrounding eyes, while I look at the ceiling.

It still took a few days to get around, and I felt safe but inconvenient at the same time.

I look at the blue treasure balls I've lowered around my neck.

The blue treasure balls placed on the palms were decorated and decorated with silver-tinged metal.

Seven of your ancestors' skills are remembered in this.

Including the skills I've expressed, I've got eight skills in my possession.

Only one skill per person.

Something like that happens, and there are tools that I have that I can use to use more than one skill, called [Jade (Gyoku)] surprisingly, [Device].

Too often it was weapons and protective equipment, and now it was easier to handle the magic equipment than the balls that interfered.

Sometimes, combinations can align skills that have a great effect on each other, and although the prices are expensive, there were still many adventurers and aristocrats looking for them.

(It's a fourth generation skill, it doesn't make sense to move faster)

I could also increase the speed of travel with my skills, but even if I do that, I have plans for the coupling carriage.

Even if we get there early, it doesn't make sense to use our skills to get there on time.

(I'm sure more skills available are a good thing)

That's why I closed my eyes again.

When we arrived in Wangdu Central, we were walking through the gates and through places where people were in and out of heavily and headed to the inn.

Sometimes it was the third time Central, and I wasn't lost.

Most importantly, Miranda and Shannon grew up in Central this time.

Miranda, with her light green hair, is stretching her wavy hair to the extent it takes on her back.

It's like she reminds me of a cat, but she's still a lady.

My parents' home is a court aristocratic Viscount family called the Circleys.

The sister, Shannon, is a girl with light purple hair and yellow eyes.

Shannon, the youngest of us, but he was also the belly-black girl who had ever played the blind, flirtatious girl.

"Hey, somebody grab your stuff. Lyell, you can have it. You're a man."

I say, looking back at Shannon.

"Look at me with my luggage in both hands. You can say that a lot. Mostly, you'll have Monica's stuff, too."

It was me and Monica with the big baggage in both hands.

Monica, with my luggage and Shannon's luggage in Miranda and Clara, is gathering her surrounding gaze.

I had Nowem and Aria's stuff.

"This is pretty heavy."

What Shannon, adorably speaking, showed was a bag for baggage to put on his shoulder, not a leather bag.

"Say your bedtime words after bed. Come back when you're a lady."

I say back to throw it away, leave Shannon in the shout and head to the inn.

It was Miranda who slapped Shannon in the back of the head in May.

The oldest of all, but even so she is only seventeen years old.

"Shannon, hold that long. Monica just needs to be thankful for her stuff."

Monica, who was told so, strained her chest while holding her luggage.

Big breasts shake.

"I'm not happy to have your stuff, but as I have the baggage of an important chicken bastard, it is. I want you to thank me more."

There's a difference between how I treat my surroundings, Monica, but the job is a solid type, even if the mouth is bad.

Says the girl with red eyeglasses on her blue hair who was watching like that.

Clara.

"I've been to Central a few times, but that's a lot of people. Do you say it's functional, unlike Aramsarth..."

Let me tell you something, Central feels narrow too.

Compared to the maze of Aramsarth, it is somewhat better.

Nowem with brown hair side ponytail looks at me with purple eyes and says:

"Would you like to make it an inn you've stayed in before, Master Lyell?

Nowem Foxxz - my ex-fiancé and a beautiful girl who followed me out of my parents' house.

There was already a time when I didn't think it would matter if only Nowem was there, but if I realized it, I was taking the women with me.

Says Aria, a red-haired male winning girl.

"I have some money, and we'll stay somewhere a little bigger. I don't want to be in a room for two or three like before."

When I used to come, I stayed in two rooms with one man and two women.

However, you should pay less for your stay.

At any rate, Central is also a place where it costs money.

"I agree with private rooms, but you can't stay in expensive places with this number of people"

Aria says.

"You're making so much money, I'll put it this way."

Having made a little bit of money in Aramsarth, I can afford it now, unlike before.

Try being an adventurer and you'll be in the successful category.

Out of the treasure balls, the fourth generation, sensitive to money stories, speaks out.

The fourth generation, with the characteristic of glasses, was also a tough person when it comes to money.

'Cause it's not the money you earned! This is me giving Lyell instructions... if it's true, I could have sold out Porter's know-how for more money...'

I created a golem to carry luggage in the labyrinth, and I sold the know-how to the school in Aramsarth.

As for the amount, if you say so personally, it's a satisfactory amount.

But it is the fourth generation that is not convinced by it.

(You still have the means to make money)

I think so. I've been seen in subtle gaze by my ancestors.

When Aria stuffs on me, Mr. Miranda speaks up there.

"It's late today, but I'll show you where you can stay for a while tomorrow. I'm sure Lyell knows that."

I remember what you said.

"Is this the house of the Circleys? No, it's good if you can stay, are you sure?

Both Mr. Miranda and Shannon are supposed to have left the Circleys.

Though apparently the academic city has been given the opportunity to study for independence.

I guess I'm worried I'll be okay back because I got kicked out of my parents' house, too.

Miranda says with a smile.

"It's okay. I have your father's permission, and he's telling me that there are seven of us on our way."

That smile reminds me a little of the prankster, but I decided to snort.

"Okay. Shall we head to the Circleys' mansion tomorrow?"

Then, says Miranda.

"Looking forward to it."

What are you looking forward to? When I couldn't understand it, the sixth generation called out.

'... somehow you're allergic. From the parents' point of view, give me your daughter! That's a good scene. '

It was the seventh generation that gave its consent to it.

'Right. If my daughter brings an adventurer, she's going to shoot her dead...'

The seventh generation of scary things is also my grandfather.

There have been many things in the past that I don't like about organizations called Adventurers and Alliances.

I'm an adventurer, and I don't seem to agree with you much.

I think.

(This is the only girl I have, and I don't think they'll get me wrong)

I had such a sweet idea about taking heavy baggage and going for a lodging.