Sevens

Seven people, including me, wrapped around the robe, were trying to knock through the Central Gate.

I [Lyell Walt] look around in the middle of such a group.

Around there were merchants and adventurers lined up from travellers looking to the Wang capital, among them also a single artist.

The cold is getting tougher, and looking up at the sky, cloudy skies are likely to come down even with snow.

Looking up at the sky like that, I think about us planning to move away from the group and enter the King's Capital first.

"... enter the King's Capital first and circulate rumors about the Expeditionary Force. I'm scared."

Aria, the red-haired one who was nearby, clouds her purple eyes and holds her ears with both hands.

These days it's polished for a man, but this way it's adorable.

"What's the matter, Aria, if your ears are cold, I'll give you my hand."

"... others... now Lyell is someone else... because in a few moments he will be one of the same..."

I reply with a bump and a small voice and think cute of Aria in the light.

Then Miranda, with her light green hair around her, also looked at the ground with her highlights gone eyes.

"Oh, my God, Mr. Miranda's not well either."

When you say that, you say it with a voice that Mr. Miranda squeezes out.

"La, Lyell...... stop wearing 'Mr.'. Then don't talk too much. I don't want to remember now. Please."

That's what they said. I...

"Okay, Miranda. Oh, I think you've come a long way to the distance of your heart. And... if you want to be the bird that flies freely through the sky, I'm yours, no! Be your bird basket!

Aria and Miranda said they wanted to be birds a while back.

Looks like Miranda wanted me to be the birdcage.

With that said, Miranda makes her face bright red but looks complicated.

Aria was crouching on the spot.

"I'm happy for you. I'm glad... please, now... just now..."

"What's wrong, isn't your face bright red? Ha-ha-ha, now you're in love with me."

"Bufowo!!"

The blue treasure balls lowered around the neck are finely crafted in silver rare metal.

The voice heard from it was that of [Fines Walt], the sixth generation.

It's a wild sixth generation at first glance, but I actually can't get my head up in the fifth generation.

The sixth generation was also a dark period in Bansaim, with bribes rampant and rotten within the royal palace.

For that reason, the sixth generation had to do all sorts of bad things.

That's how the dark image comes on, and the sixth generation holds on to the rating of the Walt family's best villain.

In fact, he is the one who took over the ground consolidated by the fifth generation and made the Walt family bigger by challenging the surrounding lords to battle and win.

There were times when I had my hands on all sorts of things, but there were circumstances where I would not have survived if I had not done so.

Such a sixth generation erupts and the other ancestors are laughing with their bellies.

The third generation.

"You've already made three gains! Horrible as it is, I'll turn you into a birdcage. And you fell in love with me!

The fourth generation is also laughing.

"Best ryeluuuu! There are many candidates this time and it's more than anything else!

The fifth generation.

"... Lyell, you haven't learned anything since last time"

That's what they say, but it's true, so I can't help it.

As I lifted my hair, I saw Monica pulling the carrier.

There is the figure of the griffon placed in the ice coffin.

He was deliberately showing off, and his surroundings looked intriguing.

Monica looks at me and nibbles in her heavy luggage over a loosely pulling maid outfit.

"What's the matter, look so happy"

When I say that, Monica...

"Can you not help laughing at this? Because the chicken bastard I saw when I woke up is back! At that time, he said flying in the sky or something, but I didn't expect a boulder to fly physically either. I thought you meant to be bigger."

When I exorcised Griffon, I flew across the sky on its back.

It's pretty thrilling and I think it was fun.

"Don't praise me. You can upgrade to a flying chicken bastard."

"It's a long time to dismiss, you chicken bastard"

Look at Monica, who is delightfully lit, and I gather my surrounding gaze.

I waited for the gatekeeper to give me permission to cross, thinking that I would be jealous, etc.

Clara, who seems more sorry than usual, has blue crispy hair on her face with a large cane.

Red eyes were looking at me from between my hair like that.

"What's up?

"... I'm so sorry about the other day, I just wanted to say that I don't even want to get involved right now"

Look at Clara, who seems complicated, and I smile that there will be times.

Clara was trying to get out of my sight wearing a hood deep.

Shannon, Miranda's sister with the light purple hair that was nearby, looks at me with pity.

"You're the worst, after all."

"What, are you old enough to want to play a prank on a kid you like? I'm sorry, but if you want me to turn around, get older."

"... No, you're only two years old, right? I'm not stupid."

"Shall I block your mouth to say that?"

When I put my face close, Shannon hurries and holds his mouth with his hand.

When I play Shannon's forehead gently with my fingers, I say with a smile on my face.

"It's a joke. I'll keep it until I'm a lady. Be a fine lady."

There was a seventh generation voice from the treasure ball.

'You're missing something explosive this time. There will be candidates in a row!

It sounds like a real regret, but I'm not the man to mass produce a past I don't want to remember forever.

Shannon says.

"... Nowem, this guy is crazy"

"Keep your face red...... right! That's a shade of light. Lovely, Shannon."

Nowem, with long brown hair turned into a side pony and purple eyes, looks at me and says.

"Dear Lyell, let's pick up the inn immediately, shall we? 'Cause it's really dangerous any more."

When I saw Nowem, who was so worried, I felt happy that I was the only one so worried about Nowem.

"Oh, if you say so, you can go to the inn or anywhere... twine or whatever."

"No, I'll leave it in a private room. Because that would be better."

Our order finally turned while I thought Nowem was cute in the light.

Nowem says so.

"Come on, it's more dangerous than this, so I'm going to the inn as soon as possible."

Seeing Nowem give instructions in a hurry, I wandered through the Central Gate with dignity.

After lunch, I sometimes arrived at the inn, and I tried to go outside to carry out my plan.

But the Nowems stopped it.

In the end, it was just me and Monica and Shannon who stayed at the inn.

Private rooms, each with a shower and toilet.

The ground floor is a common lodging in Central, which is a dining room, and given the first days, I can finally stay in this class of lodging without worrying about the amount.

"That's an emotional thing. I've had a lot of things since then."

He was kicked out of his parents' house, the Walt family, and became an adventurer with his former fiancée, Nowem.

I don't know the right or the left, and I want to rely on a treasure ball where I can hear my ancestors and use my skills.

In a city called Darion, he met Aria, from where he moved to an academic city called Aramsarth to meet Shannon in Miranda and Clara in Monica.

The crowd could not be said to be in order, but I still feel a definite bond with my current companions.

"... you're a sinful man when I say I have Nowem"

When I look in the mirror in the room and say so, there's a fourth generation.

'Totally. Why don't you think about the current situation for a moment? You'll get stabbed from behind. Well, you'll be fine because Nowem's here.'

"Are you jealous? On the contrary, it's comforting."

With that said, the third generation laughs out.

"No! No more, Mr. Raku, it's great!

I get complimented and lit up when I hear that.

"You can't give me back anything with that much praise."

Then I heard a knock in the room.

Shannon with a basin in his hand appears with Monica.

"Lyell, I'll be at lunch. I bought a sandwich in the dining room because I'd be in trouble if I went out and had a problem."

A small round table in the room is lined with meals for two.

Monica, made of ancient technology, can live without having to eat.

Most of all, there seems to be a line between you and me that feeds on my magic.

It is as if it were a thread of destiny.

Shannon sits in a chair and starts eating sandwiches.

"This is crunchy and not delicious."

Monica has been recommending condiments to Shannon to share those thoughts with me.

"Chicken bastard, mayonnaise and ketchup, and mustard."

Shannon looks at it.

"... why Lyell. You're usually me here!

Shannon angry at me for saying that, but Monica smiled.

"You came yesterday, little girl! It is. My best is the chicken bastard, and that doesn't change even in a very unfortunate state right now. Do you understand? I have love. Love!"

"You're an automaton...... well, fine. Lyell, I owe you this."

That said, Shannon sprinkles the mayonnaise in large quantities on the utensils between the breads.

The seasonings Monica makes are often delicious.

It's not normally sold, it's an ancient seasoning.

They seem to know the recipe, and they make it.

"You little girl! That belongs to the chicken bastard!

Shannon ignored and cheeked the sandwich, eating as he did.

Such a Shannon, but she is also a woman who has played a blind lady not long ago.

It was revamped by Miranda, and now it's one of us.

The ancestors in the treasure ball say they have demon eyes?

(If I had a demon eye too...)

I was a little jealous.

When I carry the sandwich to my mouth, I do feel like it's crunchy.

"You sure don't taste good. Nowem and Monica are better at this."

With that said, Monica happily lifts her blonde twin tail.

"Naturally! I hate to be compared to that female fox, but my cooking has love in it. There are other elephants in my dish that are made to the liking of the chicken bastard -"

That's all I'm saying to Monica.

"Thanks for everything, Monica...... I like your cooking. It's been a long time since I've had anything of yours tonight."

Once Monica hardens, she looks at me and she moves and says,

"Oh, well, that's! So you want my food? You want to eat a dish packed with my love! I'll pack it. I'll still pack my love!!"

I smile.

"Oh... I'll ask for your love in a special dish"

With that said, Monica left the room intact.

"Get ready immediately! Calculate the time for the bottom preparation, then the ingredients... If this happens, use all the whiskers to get the finest!!"

Monica's voice, running away aloud, had already been heard from outside the inn.

Shannon had mockingbirds and sandwiches, and the second was seasoned with ketchup.

I say.

"Huh, pretty guy"

And there's a seventh generation from the treasure balls.

'... you're here. "Ask for your love in a special serving," isn't there anything else?

In the seventh generation, so to speak, the sixth generation.

"Not yet! We still have time. This would be the Walt family's Kirinko show!

The fourth generation.

'Jealousy is the other way around, but I think it's good!

Third generation says.

"Wait! This space... just you and Shannon now! They're coming, something's gonna come!

It's bad for the thriving ancestors, but this is the third time I've done it too. I will not repeat the same mistake again.

(Bad but unlikely to live up to expectations)

Shannon is looking at my sandwich.

Because I use mustard, it seems to bother me.

"You want it?

"Yes, I don't need it!

That's what I'm saying and I'm looking at the flicker, so I'm gonna take a sandwich to Shannon's mouth.

Then I opened my little mouth and Shannon hit my sandwich.

Mustard is on the edge of my mouth.

"Oh, this is delicious too."

"You ate it after all. Well, that's fine."

I'll wipe Shannon's mouth and throw the rest of the sandwich into his mouth.

"Ahhh, a belly full. I can't eat anymore."

To Shannon like that, I...

"I guess I'm not good enough yet. I just want to hope for the night...... Hmm"

"What?

Look at Shannon put his chin on the table, I say.

"No, be a lady and wonder what time it will be by the time you eat. It looks like this will be over for the time being."

Saying that and shaking his head with Yale, Shannon gets up and distances himself from me.

From the treasure balls, the fifth generation.

'... what time will it be around food, and still not good?

The seventh generation.

"Love is a special dish, you can't remove it!

The fifth generation also participates plainly.

(Damn, what are you doing)

While your ancestors frightened me, I was dealing with Shannon, who ran away.

- Streets.

A line proceeded there, walking in an array of knights and soldiers around the center of the luxurious carriage.

They were also fairly trained in terms of equipment and the quality of soldiers, and the groups travelling down the street were moving so as to avoid that group.

If you follow a luxurious carriage, travelers, adventurers, and merchants are following you at a certain distance behind the line when you can safely travel.

[Meisel Walt], who saw it, didn't seem funny.

"Hmm! The streets aren't safe, so yeah. We keep getting more groups following us. Speed up and shake it off."

[Claire], my mother, agreed with my father who seemed in a bad mood.

"My dear Ceres is in a hurry to Central! How can this be... unthinkable in the Walt family territory!

It was a beautiful girl to mock her grumpy parents.

It gives a glossy atmosphere and makes one trick very glossy when it comes to being young.

The golden hair was beautiful, long wavy and brilliant to see.

He had a white fur coat woven over his white dress and his smile was truly innocent.

"Father, Mother"

"What's up, Ceres?

Celes says, satisfied with his parents smiling at him.

"I'm so bored"

Then Claire, my mother, starts panicking.

"What shall we do? I don't have any new toys... why do you want to play, Ceres?

With that said, Ceres saw the group following behind the carriage.

"I want to see knights and soldiers helping people attacked by demons."

That's what Meisel says with a smile on her face.

"Right. The boulder is the daughter of the Walt family. But without demons..."

Ceres says to Meisel, who gives her a troubled look.

"... can't you? Don't you rely on the knights and soldiers of the Walt family?

Claire stares at Meisel in a sweet voice.

"You! Aren't you pathetic Ceres! Can't the knights of the Walt family make this happen!

"Shh, I'm sorry. It's important Celeste's favor. Get ready immediately."

That's what I said. Meisel speaks to the knight who was riding the horse near the carriage.

Open the carriage window and the knight approaches.

"What is it, Master Meisel?"

"... a demon is going to strike the group behind us. Ceres wants to see how you work. Do you understand?"

Hearing that, the knight...

"... I'll get you ready in a minute! Alflate!"

A young man on a horse quickly approaches him, shaking his long, sarcastic dark hair.

"Here!

Down on his hips is Sabel, a young knight who also behaves beautifully standing.

[Alfrete Baden].

In swordsmanship, he was Lyell's brother and a clan youth who had served the Walt family since their early days.

The knight conveys the order.

"The demons may strike the group behind them. You should be on perimeter alert.... Master Ceres wants to see what we do. Find the big man!

"Leave it to me!

Alflate, who said so and ran his horse, quickly left the group.

Find the demons and let them attack the group behind you.

- That was Meisel's order.

Ceres sees Alflate go far and smiles satisfactorily.

Seeing that, Meisel was relieved.

"Absolutely, I'm having trouble with Ceres."

With that said, Claire smiled.

"Isn't it for my sweet little girl? Everyone dreams of admiring a knight's story when it comes to girls. But if you work hard, you have to raise your reward, Ceres."

Claire is told to reward the knight from Ceres.

Ceres took one dagger out of what was loaded in the carriage.

Not very expensive, but a dagger with skills in rare metals.

It was just right for the reward.

"I'll make this one!

says Meisel.

"A dagger would be delightful. After all, Ceres knows the heart of a knight. But where'd you get that? I thought you had something more expensive..."

Claire also hangs herself.

"Right. You don't deserve Ceres."

Ceres...

"... come on? But if I have it, it's mine."

I laughed innocently.

The dagger Ceres has belonged to the adventurer Rondo, whom Lyell once knew in the city of Darion -.