Sevens

Ever since I exorcised Hippogriff, there has been no movement of the demons lurking in the woods.

Lying in Luca's house, I used my skills when I woke up several times in the middle of the night wearing a blanket.

Every few hours I wake up, I watch the demon move.

"The sharpened is about thirty. But there's nearly two hundred left... more of them."

I feel threatened by demons that are increasing that number more than they were originally, but reinforcements are carried out throughout the night.

Nowem was placed in the center of the village to focus on treatment and decided to ask Aria and Miranda to take the night off.

It would be about Clara and Monica awake.

All of a sudden he pays nearly forty gold coins, and he also shows an attitude that he is bound to reward them.

The sixth generation calls me when I think I'm going to sleep again.

"What, you can't sleep? I'm used to this sort of thing. When I rest, I rest! I don't think it's a good idea that your body doesn't move when you have to. '

Luca's parents and children were sleeping around, and Shannon was lying down.

Mr. Miranda, Aria is asleep, too.

I made sure no one was awake and I replied to the sixth generation.

"You don't have to sleep to some extent. It's just, if there's anything you want, it's gonna happen."

Then the sixth generation.

'You're gonna have to trust me around a little bit more. I would have seen Aria's strength. I'll take care of it. You do what you have to do. "

Griffon, this eyeball...

I guess I'll be the one dealing with that.

I want to be able to surround myself with party members and slap them, but then the village's protection gets weaker.

When someone feels their body move, they mouth, eyes and close.

(Was it Luca who woke up)

"... Dad"

Sounds like a bedtime speech.

(Your father was attacked by a hippogriff. Then already......)

Luca seemed dissatisfied when she had been forced to evacuate the demons.

You wanted to fight your father's enemies.

Because of his resemblance to his second generation eldest son, he promised to look after him in his spare time.

When I make sure the night is about to dawn, I wake up my torso. I got up, stretched my back, and woke Luca up.

When I shake your little body, Luca wakes up.

"Is that it, Master Lyell?

Can you wake up?

When I say that, I rub my eyes to sleep and Luca wakes up.

"What? Nothing, maybe..."

I put my index finger on my mouth and said to Luca, mistakenly wondering if the enemy had arrived, "Shh!" and shut him up.

I say to Luca, who held her mouth with both hands.

"Come outside. I'll just tell you a little bit."

That's what I said to get Luca out of the house.

The place, which made a target in the village, was prepared to practice crossbows.

Around the village we hear working men who do not provide reinforcements.

"For this minute, don't finish what you planned for noon."

I can't say enough that Griffon won't be here by then, but he's still getting ready to win.

And I look at Luca with an arrow.

The arrow didn't hit the target and flew in a different direction.

"Is that it? That's crazy..."

I'm lending Luca the little bow and arrow I had.

I made a small one because I bought it for use in the labyrinth.

But it would be big for Luca.

"Look, aim good. Keep an eye on the end."

He's shifting his face by force, and the arrow's aim is uncertain.

"Never pull it behind your ear. Yeah, like that."

The next arrow doesn't strike either.

"Is this not broken?

When I laugh bitterly, I receive a bow from Luca and take one arrow. And when he set up and released the arrow, an arrow stabbed him in the middle of the target.

"Wow!

"Remember the basics. I'm not in charge, so I can't tell you anything extra."

Then Luca sees the sabel falling back on my hips.

"Dear Lyell, I'd like that one too. Or spears, like that red sister."

I stroke Luca's head.

"It's a bow today. I'll let you know when I have some free time. More than that, can Luca read and write?

Luca turns a blind eye.

"... if I could have a village chief or a celebrity, I wouldn't have a problem. 'Cause it's hard."

I say.

"Remember, there's nothing to lose. Reading and writing calculations are important."

Musty Luca held a bow and set up an arrow again.

"I'm going to be strong and take my father's revenge!

The arrow that I said and unleashed didn't hit me in purpose.

The second generation, who was watching the sight, makes a voice that doesn't know if it's happy or sad.

"That's kind of you."

The third generation seems worried.

'It's a good thing, at this age, it's on boulders... Lyell, keep your eyes open. "

As it were, I taught Luca the bow until time came.

The reason I taught you the bow is... somehow.

I finished teaching Luca the bow, had breakfast and went to work.

And if anything, he was giving instructions to the crime scene.

It was not until after noon that the planned reinforcements and traps were installed.

Is it still different when there is a payment for it, the villagers work fast?

I rented a horse to look around the village and decided to pay extra to find a place that needed more reinforcement and allocate work.

I had more budget available from the beginning, but it still doesn't work as calculated.

Thanks to the ancestors who had made it an affordable plan in advance, the minimum preparation was in a ready form.

It was only after lunch that we gathered at Porter to check the current situation.

Clark, who trained the soldiers, explains the current situation.

"The crossbow arrows are made for me, but I want more because I wasted some money in training. Still, divide the shooter into two pairs and loading the crossbow with arrows... you'll hit it if you're close, but it's hard to target the flying enemy."

When I snort, I hear reports from the village chief.

"The village reinforcement is over, and now the people who were resting for the extra minute are working in the center...... the people who worked all night are resting now"

Fill out the map with where you are working and get a report from Monica.

"You consume food fast. Honestly, we haven't had two weeks to keep pulling and fighting like this. After that, the village will run out of food."

After the harvest, there is still a large number of people eating more, so there is no choice.

Nowem will report it.

"We're done treating the injured. The heavily injured soldier finds it difficult to participate in the boulder, but his life is safe. I was wondering if it would be okay to move back to the King's Capital."

The same goes for injuries at work, soldiers who argued that they had defeated them.

There were plain many of those extra laborers.

As things stand, we can only wait for the rest.

It is not good to make the work a priority and tired, so I have prepared a watch and have them take turns to take a break.

Then the village chief gives me his opinion.

"Oh, um... some of the people whose houses and fields have been destroyed. When you're done with your work, do you mind if I manpower you as you go?

Hearing that, Mr. Norma dismisses it.

"Are you stupid? I want the soldiers and the people to rest, but I don't want any more extra work."

I saw Mr. Norma telling the truth, and Mr. Clark had his head.

The second generation will tell me quickly.

'Take it on. Then get the manpower out of here, too. Right... let Clara out and help me fix the village. Marcus and the others. "

I'd like to give it a rest, but I accept the village chief's proposal according to the second generation's opinion.

"I'll get the manpower out of me. Tell me if you need help. Just don't push it too hard."

"Yes!

When I saw the village chief relieved, Mr. Norma was staring at me.

I know you have something to say, but I guess the commander is silent because it's me.

Some places are surprisingly solid.

Third generation says.

"... this girl could have been a good knight if she'd learned better under someone."

Probably excellent in a different way.

The village chief and I continued our meeting and thought about who we would turn to by asking where we wanted manpower for our work.

Mr. Clark seemed relieved to see how it was going.

On the third day when there was no demonic raid, Clara comes to me in the evening to report.

Sleeping between morning and noon, Clara was asked to use magic as soon as she woke up to work on the development of the village.

I used magic to help with the work and it seemed greatly appreciated.

"... are you okay? It's kind of flimsy though."

When I was worried, Clara was sitting in a chair drinking a drink.

There is hot air coming out of the wooden cup.

"No, thank God people relied on me to thank you so much..."

Help work with simple magic. That's all, and they thanked me and Clara seemed to feel so hard to say.

If it were true, I would have done something bigger, but they would thank me for helping Chimatima limit her magic.

I guess he had some thoughts about it.

"That's good. I need you to do your best tomorrow. Besides, if you have to, you have to manipulate the porter."

Seeing Porter I've decided that simply hitting a demon is powerful.

(... if you put your arm on it, you can have a weapon too)

I also thought of a future retrofit plan, so I saw Clara.

"Because I couldn't be more thankful at Aramsarth. There were a lot of wizards like me."

Clara leans just a little.

"... I was delighted to be of service, so I guess that's all right? I've been trying so hard to get you to admit it, but I couldn't make it to the end."

With that said, Clara gives an unexpected look.

"Mr. Lyell, are you? Mr. Lyell is an adventurer and a top notch, to say the least. I think that's one of the possibilities of history."

"Me?

I laughed and replied, but Clara seemed serious.

"In less than a year as an adventurer, we broke through the underground forty tiers in the labyrinth of Aramsarth. This is amazing."

At Damien's request, I remember when I broke through the basement forty levels.

"What do you think? Damien will do the same then. Besides, I got kicked out of my parents' house."

Clara is acting strange.

"Did you kick Mr. Lyell out? As far as I'm concerned, it doesn't look like a lot of problems."

"... not at all, are you?"

With that said, Clara nodded facelessly. Look at me, I'll tell you the bad part.

"I think there's a lot going on. In fact, you've talked to me at Aramsarth. I'll tell you now, I was surprised then. Normally, months of newcomers worry about breaking through the basement forty levels."

It was decided to restrict the use of skills and challenge the labyrinth with local power. I asked Clara what she needed to do to do that.

Clara laughed just a little as I was laughing bitterly.

"But I am also grateful. It would have been nice to be in Aramsarth, but I can go outside and have a lot of experiences like this."

Clara drinks up the contents of the glass, blushes a little and enters the porter.

The fourth generation comes to waste.

Let's just say, "There you go..." "I'm glad I'm traveling with you, too"!

What are you talking about, this guy?

With that in mind, Mr. Clark calls out to me.

"Oh, are you alone"

He had a crossbow on his back and a tired look on his face.

I guess they're training in case the demons attack.

"That sounds like a tough one, too."

With that said, Mr. Clark laughs.

"How much can you put out what you've done in practice, so be it. It's very much for ordinary people to show great power here at its best, like heroes."

That said, Mr. Clark sits in a chair.

Sometimes I had a fire nearby, and I poured the soup from the pan I was spraying there into a glass and gave it to Mr. Clark.

"Thank you"

Mr. Clark, who has a low back, looks at me and says something. He does.

"Something?

"... Lyell, are you a nobleman? I don't think you're a royal nobleman, but a lord nobleman... I hope you don't want to answer that."

A little surprised, I decided not to talk deeply and nodded.

"I've been kicked out"

"Right. Then you shouldn't ask what's going on. But to be honest, it really helped. I'm used to the scene. If you hadn't given me instructions, I could have done that... and Captain Norma wouldn't have given up command either."

I say.

"I gave it away easily, though?

"It was surprising that he would do that. Maybe the magic of that time and a lot of gold coins worked."

Mr. Clark, laughing, looked at me and seemed to understand that he was a nobleman.

He thought so not because he used magic, but because of his standing behavior.

"It's a long job, too. I've seen a lot of people. I thought you were a lord nobleman because you took into account the feelings of the villagers."

I guess you're asking the village chief to do you a favor at noon and saying you let people out.

"Is it unusual?

"... The Knight of the Royal Palace is really dull in places like that. If you do it badly, you won't be able to help. Sometimes you can be giddy. Then I can't get the job done. I guess it's the lords and nobles who understand the area."

Looks like we've been through a lot.

Fifth generation says.

'This guy's an alley. I suppose you think of Lyell as a small territory takeover on a scale.'

The seventh generation was also in agreement.

'I guess. I can't give a second generation opinion. "

They're both complimenting the second generation, I guess.

But the second generation says.

'... don't compare yourself to you who are real nobles. How could I have made a small territory bigger? I've been thinking a lot.' Cause this is the only way I could have done it. '

Third generation says.

'It made it easier for me. No, it was easy. The second generation had prepared a lot of things for me, so it just worked as planned.'

While I was listening to the bright third generation of voices, I had a public conversation with Mr. Clark.

Three days passed, and we celebrated the fourth and fifth morning.

Waking up early and teaching Luca how to handle a bow, I watched the village gradually brighten up ready to intercept.

Then I can hear the arrow hitting the target.

"Yay! I hit it!

Seeing Luca rejoicing, I complimented her.

"Good for you. Wouldn't it be great to start hitting on the third day?"

The distance was short and just hit the edge of the target.

But still, given what I've been up to, I've been improving fast.

Says the second generation who watched it.

'I guess this is also due to Lyell's skills. Next time, teach him how to shoot for more'

The second generation has also spoken to Luca's bow instruction.

Looks happy.

(The power of my skills [Experience]... you can't judge me.)

It's a constantly active skill of gaining more experience, but I still didn't know how effective it was.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm shackled because I'm constantly consuming magic.

"Hey, tell me your sword next time!

"No. Besides, you won't be able to use the sword if you remember."

"Don't say that, please ~"

Let Luca, who is going to be sweet, laugh and set a bow. But I immediately saw the direction of the forest.

"Master Lyell?

Luca seems anxious.

When I smile and receive my bow and arrow from Luca, I tell Luca.

"Wake everyone up, Luca.... I'll be busy today"

The demons that moved out in the woods are not trying to make it smaller like this one before. The demon moved just enough to move it.

Skills made me look like I was in the woods.

"Oh, I'll fight you too!

"No."

That's what I tell Luca.

"Okay. Protect your mother. Demon opponents are grown-ups."

When I took Luca straight home, I woke Shannon up and made him raise the wolf smoke.

- Bread, woken by the sound of beating the bell over and over, took his gear in his hand when he jumped up.

Surprised around him, he hastily takes his gear.

Then, Bread glanced at the hand stretched from the side.

"This is my gear!

The knight next door was moving his gaze to take it from someone else when he punched his tongue.

Bread, who immediately goes outside with his weapon in his gear, was called out by Marcus, who wore his gear.

"Hey, we're going to the center in a minute!

"I know you don't have to tell me!

It was only used in the last few days in the task of restoring the village.

(I don't even get paid for debt. Gotta do a big job here)

Bread was in a hurry.

Birth...

My father was a one-generation knight, not a knight with a status that could be attacked.

The brothers had given up becoming knights, and when they found a job, they were leaving the house.

In a house with little or no inheritance, only Bred had decided in his heart to become a knight to learn to read, write and compute.

The sword was also taught by my father, who waved it like every day.

I have been angry that there are knights who work hard but can't read, write or calculate without doing anything.

Above all, unforgivable was Lyell, who had lost himself to the adventurer.

I've lost my position, and I've given you a lot of money to be a successful adventurer.

The person who contributed most to this Griffon crusade was definitely Lyell.

(Yet…)

Yet Lyell says he doesn't need merit or anything.

I was in the mood to be told it wasn't worth it, such as the feat I was looking for.

I couldn't forgive it.

That's how we rush out, and the threesome we met during the march approaches.

Says a young man of leadership.

"Hey, could this be it!

Marcus replied.

"You don't have to tell me! Look at the sky!

Wolf smoke is rising in the sound of the bell.

It was a signal that the demon would move.

"If only this could work -"

Because I was at Lyell's side, I didn't get a chance to be active in the first raid.

If it's a bread, the difference in calculations is good.

When Marcus found Porter, there was already a certain number of people there.

Lyell is ready to give instructions.

(This time. Absolutely enough credit to be a knight!

The impatient Bread arrives under Lyell...

Instructions are given in turn from platoons assembled near the porter.

"We'll handle griffons and hippo griffs. Take care not to get hurt. Then, use the trap in momentum. The knight is ready to defeat the demon that has entered!

The second generation gives instructions.

'There's still time. Let them eat and then let them go. When I'm hungry, I can't help myself. "

"Have a meal at all, then head on! Monica!"

When I sent Monica my gaze, she lined up a large quantity of ingredients pinched in the bread and warm soup poured into the cup, whether she was already prepared or not.

"There is no pull in this monica. Cry later and thank me."

"I'm changing my name to Poyo Poyo! When you're done eating, head to the placement! And then the decree..."

As I was giving instructions, Mr. Marcus and the others rushed over.

"Lyell, what are we supposed to do!

I look at Mr. Marcus and give instructions.

"Wait near Porter when you eat. Good luck as a guerrilla unit."

The truth is, just taking part in this fight is a feat.

You can add what I defeated later to their accomplishments.

I don't want to be as impotent as I can because I'm also eligible for escort.

But Mr. Bread screams.

"Oh no... we're here to fight too! If you put it in the front, even the handle!

I don't want to be placed in the most dangerous place, so I say.

"We need you to stay here to put it in a dangerous place! Aria!"

Aria, who was adding bread, looks at me.

"What is it?"

"The front is tight. Griffon can run away."

Aria pours the bread in with soup and muddles her mouth.

It's a masculine trick.

"I know. I'll leave it to Lyell. You have to get it right."

One after the other, I saw the sky as everyone headed to the placement.

- Are you here?

I made it in time.

It was three demons that jumped up into the sky...

The whole thing is louder than the other two, and it makes a noise that you can hear from afar to this point.

Goblins and oaks were rushing from the woods.

The number confirmed in the skill exceeds two hundred.

Wings on eagle's head.

And from the neck down is the body of a lion.

He had sharp nails, and that appearance of flying in the sky was ambitious.

Someone who was on the spot says.

- It's really Griffon.

The boss of the demons, who never showed up before, spreads his wings and comes this way.

The battle against Griffon was about to begin.