Sevens

In the treasure ball.

There was a meeting between the ancestors.

The fourth generation divides the spot.

"Then, in the village of Zioni, the defensive battle."

The sixth generation seemed to regret it.

"If there were more soldiers available, go to the woods and fight what you could!

The seventh generation seemed equally regrettable.

"Come on, the second or third generation is better than the experience of fighting with a small number of soldiers. Let's obey here. '

The fifth generation.

"How will we intercept next,? With a few more crossbows, you could have let the villagers hold it and place it. Give me a crossbow loaded with arrows, even though you're good with arms, and if you shoot me, let me replace the crossbow... '

The third generation seems happy.

"Lyell asked me to look around the village, and some rework and consolidate my defense would suffice, wouldn't it? Hippogriff or Griffon, you can put him in the village, and then you can restrain him and slap him!

I guess I'm letting Hippogriff attack a human being who is the bait.

Aren't you running away? I thought so, but my ancestors said, "Griffon has a lot of pride."

Not to say he's not smart, but he still won't stop attacking this one if he loses.

Poor quality opponent.

The fourth generation sees and says the footage floating on a round table.

A three-dimensional map of the village was floating in my head.

"Is it here and here that's weak? Shall we place the knight and let the crossbow use the soldier as a pair? I want a shield."

The number of people allowed to move is nearly one hundred and seventy.

It does not reach two hundred people, but it is still better than the original hundred or dozen.

Second generation says.

"Lyell is in command. The demons who enter the village will be dealt with by Lyells. Aria and Miranda are positioned in less powerful locations. Nowem will treat you, so it's in the middle of the village. Porter and Clara will be fine there. '

I ask the second generation.

"What shall we do with Monica and Shannon?

The second generation nests a difficult look.

The reason is Monica's aptitude.

Made-to-measure clothes or similar dresses.

Even if I know I'm strong, I'd be in trouble if I got into battle with such a good fit.

"... women and children, and an elderly escort. Shannon helped Nowem. It would be easier if I had more arrows in my hand. '

An exploding arrow used in Aramsarth is like weighing in. It's also hard to target if you don't get far.

But if it hits, it's a blow if it's about goblin.

If the hit is good, the oak and the like can also be stopped with a single blow.

The third generation looks at me.

'Lyell's got to have it. I've used the rest before, but it's useful for hippogriff opponents. I wonder if it's hard for Griffon.'

The third generation explained to me that Griffon was the one who didn't even frighten me when I guessed.

Seventh generation says.

"When it's a griffon, it's still easier to jump on your back."

The sixth generation agrees.

'When the strong fight, there were many ways to do that. It's hard to cast magic on Lyell right now without an overwhelming difference in strength... OK, if you can't do it, so be it'

"So, it's not. You just have to hold back and make it all bogged down, right? Because magic has such things."

The sixth generation sees it in the Zito eye.

"That's not funny."

I don't want it to be funny or anything.

As the meeting progresses that way, the third generation becomes enthusiastic about the meeting.

Even if I speak up.

'So we have to keep the norm in place, too! There's no point in not using a usable pawn!

That incompetence, is it? I'm going to get paid, so I'll put it in the center if I can. Monica and I will escort you. "

'No, you're competent. It's not enough, but it still gave Lyell immediate command. I took it to the best for me to survive. Besides, as a knight, you'll be able to fight goblins and orcs.'

"I went out of my way to trap him, and I caught him on fire... and I just want some other tricks."

'... If this is the Walt family's elite, they'll get in and clean it up in a day. Oh, let's not even install a trap in a thin position. Be easy to fight when reinforcing…'

Ancestors who nibble and sometimes set up operations in fury.

The conversation also proceeded with regard to the reinforcement of the village, and it felt as if it was creating a fortress to fight.

All I could do was watch.

A second generation calls out to me like that.

'Those guys, you're having fun. Lyell, are you free?

When I'm told, I shake my head to the side.

"No, I need to listen carefully. Because it will help."

Then, the second generation grabs me by the collar and takes me to the second generation room.

"Hey, I'm gonna borrow Lyell."

That's the second generation I told the remaining five, but the reply was the fourth generation.

Take a serious peek into the table and flinch your left hand.

'Oh, like it. We're still going on. "

"Oh, hey!?"

Even though I resisted, I was pulled by the second generation and moved straight into the second generation room.

The rooms of the ancestors in the treasure balls are packed with their own memories.

If it's the first generation, there's a small village.

If it's the second generation, the sight of the village that started to develop is spreading.

Some inhabitants live in villages, but the sight is only video. I can't touch it.

Memory of the owner of the room.

"What is it? Like the first generation, are you actually thinking about letting them fight? Well, if I could fight Griffon, I'd appreciate it."

With that said, the second generation shook his head sideways.

'You can do that, but you would have beaten the dragon's subspecies. I don't care about Griffon now. It's just a pain in the ass to fly. "

The Walt family, with a territory that was situated on the border, also has a history of continuing to fight demons.

We have been fighting with the Great Sword since the first generation, and we are all experienced because the second generation incorporates demonic exorcism into the education of tracing.

It is incredible that, like the knights of the king's capital, they have never been outside.

"So what do you have?... Rain?

That's how walking made the sky cloudy.

When it starts raining, the inhabitants who worked until earlier disappear.

Stepping into a blister doesn't raise the blister.

It was a little strange.

In the rain, which rained hard, the view was certainly visible.

"Oh, uh... the blood"

It was blood that was spreading with water on the ground.

At the end of the second generation's gaze, the second generation, who looks the same as now, is on her knees holding her child.

The little kid crying beside it...

"Is it the third generation? But I can't hold him enough."

"He's my oldest son."

Next to the sobbing second generation, an equally small boy is crying heavily.

The blood flowing from the child did not stop.

Nearby, there is a demon figure shot with an arrow.

It's a horned rabbit.

The scene changes.

Is it summer this time?

Even though the sun was strong, I didn't feel the heat.

The second generation teaches children how to handle bows.

"Look, come on."

"Uh-huh!

The figure of a child pulling a small bow hard and releasing an arrow for practice. It was the eldest son held by the second generation earlier.

Nearby, the younger third generation sees the look as bonkers.

Ever since I was a little girl, I've had an atmosphere with no grasp anywhere.

When the boy released the arrow, he was thrilled to hit it.

"Yay! I did it, Dad!

"Well done! The boulder is a Walt man, isn't it? Be strong and you'll be a lord who can protect us all. '

"Yeah!"

When the video of the delightful second and eldest son is stained gray, time stops there.

I saw the second generation.

'... he was a good boy. Unlike me, it's bright and straight. The inhabitants liked it, too. I was hated, but I thought this girl would be admired by the people. He was blessed with a second son, so I'll give Slay a settlement in the future and have it ready for him at the branch. I was non-billy, but I like books... so, to this guy... he'll support [Dewey], you know.'

When I saw the boy, I noticed.

Bossy head with brown hair.

He was the boy who told Nowem he wanted to fight in the village of Zioni. I think his name was [Luca], but it does resemble him.

"In the rain. There's a demon in the field. I came out with a bow that I tried to chase back. I didn't care enough to get a little rough. You could have called me... I came forward to protect the slay you followed. '

I didn't know what to say.

The second generation continues.

'I couldn't protect myself. This is the same as the first generation. selfish. But just do something about that kid.... I don't want to see my child die. And then, just a little bit better, so you take care of it.'

"... to the best of my ability"

That said, the second generation laughed powerlessly.

'I'm sorry, Lyell. I can't tell you about the first generation either. "

That's how the video switches.

It was a mansion there.

Sleeping on the bed is a dysfunctional first generation.

Next to the first generation [Basil Walt], an old woman sits in a chair. It looked solid and understood immediately.

(This is your first wife)

The second generation stood near the bed. But it's very bad.

The first generation squeezes its voice.

"... I'm sorry, Crassell"

That's what I said, I closed my eyes.

The second generation is making a fist grip, standing on the spot and crying.

An old woman tells the second generation.

'You can blame yourself no more. Some people blame you, but you're doing fine.' Cause this guy was clumsy too... '

An old woman is crying.

The second generation opened its mouth.

'... I wanted to see this guy. Strong, admired... and yet I can't catch up at all. And I couldn't protect him.'

A second generation figure that collapses.

That's how the surrounding view turns into a place to practice your skills.

Second generation fingers big cheeks.

'... I didn't really want to show you. It's embarrassing.'

"I'm not ashamed of anything else. Besides, if there wasn't a second generation, the third generation would be..."

The third generation is a man out of hand, for better or worse.

The territory had been developed as planned for the second generation, and nothing extra had been done.

Still, the world doesn't know because it made a name for itself in the history of Bansaim.

'... he won't do anything for nothing. Don't even practice the bow and arrow, he was only waving his sword. Now that I think about it, I guess that would have been good. I was so worried when I saw it. "

The second generation was laughing.

And look at me with a serious look.

'Besides, I wanted to show you. I wanted to keep it that way...... Hey, Lyell. You...'

"Yes?"

"- Don't you think you can use my skills anymore?

For a moment I felt like I'd been grabbed by a heart. And he forced consciousness back into his body from within the treasure ball.

When I woke up, the night was about to dawn.

In the house where we were to stay in the village, a woman, the landlord, was awake.

"Oh, you woke me up"

The woman prepares meals and the boy enters the house well.

"Ah, Master Lyell is up! I need to let Nowem's sister know."

Luca...

The boy, who looks like his second eldest son, seems to have brought firewood.

Looking around, Shannon and Aria are asleep.

Clara and Nowem, who were watching, and Miranda seemed to be awake first.

Behind the boy, Monica stands.

"Mom, it's amazing. This maid cut the firewood into piles. You'll be relieved for a while."

Woman - Luca's mother says, frightened.

"I have to dry it, so I won't be able to use it for a while. Besides, did you say thank you? Thank you."

"I said it!

Monica nods.

"Yes. You thanked me"

And look at me with a flicker.

(I can understand what you're trying to say, but I'll never say it)

I say thank you to Monica, Luca's mother, with my head on.

"Oh, yeah. Anytime you want to thank me. Automaton."

Both Luca and her mother were Kyoton.

Apparently, saying automaton doesn't make sense. It was a failure.

Then Monica looks sad and says:

"That's okay, both of you. I'm your husband, but I only serve you my best."

I take Luca's blameworthy gaze and stare at Monica.

"You, that would be cowardly!

Outside of their sight, Monica was tongue-in-cheek.

"I'm not lying"

As I was about to regret it, Luca approached me.

"Dear Ryer, let's thank you properly. I don't think you can do that."

The boy told me to thank Monica.

Monica smiling happily in front of them Nico, but what a nasty grin she had where they hadn't seen it.

(This guy...)

Regrettably, I can't have any more conversations with my usual nori in front of the two people I care for.

I made an apology.

"Thanks for everything, Monica...... is this it?

Staring, Monica says with a winning face.

"I'm not being honest. I'm your husband. Whoa, I have to get ready for breakfast. It's going to be a busy day."

That was Monica in a good mood to start helping Luca's mother.

Luca pulls my arm.

"Dear Lyell, what can I do to help you today!

"Today? Today... that's a guide to the village. Because there was something I hadn't seen yesterday."

"Again? When will we fight?"

Luca, who said she really wanted to participate, was asked to contribute in the form of my help. In addition to directing the village, we need local people to ask about the village.

Luca like this, but she's killing my father by hippoglyphs.

In the village of Zioni, where the victims are less absent from their families, what was not uncommon was the current situation.

"I'll tell you a lot when I'm free. Get ready before then. As soon as we finish our meals, we'll have a meeting."

"Kagi? Discuss again?"

I stroke Luca's head.

"It's important. Well, do you want to wake Shannon? Aria still wants to keep me asleep."

Luca sees Shannon.

I can tell in the form of a blanket that she is wearing a blanket but sleeping with a large strand open. Aria slept luxuriously in the same way.

"... Dear Lyell, I can't have that Shannon guy. You need to get away from work right away."

I snort too.

"Oh, I know. But I'm fine. With Nowem, you can't run away."

Luca says.

"I knew that sister was amazing. I really liked Osama the blacksmith. You're a Dwarf and stubborn, but you're going to help that sister! Village adults are surprised, too."

I say.

"The boulder is Nowem. Well, let's get ready soon."

"Yeah!"

He looked at the bright Luca and his mother seemed a little relieved.

It was the third generation of voices heard from the treasure balls.

"... yeah, you look like your brother after all"

He seemed happy somewhere and had a sad voice.

When I saw the memories, I understood the feeling, though only a little.

(... I need to change my mind)

That's what I thought, waking Shannon up with Luca.