Sevens

When I woke up, Monica's face was right in front of me.

"... Hey?

No, my face is too close.

"To wake up a sleeping chicken dude, there's still this adorable Monica kiss...... oops, I'm sorry to hear you're awake"

Monica, standing nearby with her face away and her spine stretched out, seemed happy.

I guess I've just challenged Ceres many times and the loyalty and doing of Automaton is high.

(Even though I know, I still have something to be glad about)

When I wake up my upper body and move my body, my body seems to be over treated, as the historical lords have said.

The wound is blocked, but there is pain all over the body.

The wound on his left arm, apparently, leaves a mark. It was stuck to the wall, and it was gritty.

But I might as well have stayed.

(If you look at this wound, don't forget to threaten Ceres)

"Can you rest your body for the time being? It was Fanbaille's mansion, wasn't it? How could you have helped me?

When I said that, Monica wondered.

"How did you decide to be the Mansion of the Fanbailles? When the chicken guy was brought in, I don't think he was even conscious?

When I laugh a little, I get out of bed and move my body a little bit.

"There's a lot going on. A lot...... and then, Monica"

"What is it?

"Thank you. For once, thank you."

Thanking her because she was helped, Monica seemed happy as she suddenly moved out with Kunechne to shake the twin tails.

"Already! You finally dele at this me! You're late for the delaise, you chicken bastard! You sleep in the same bed today, don't you? I'll be ready."

"Don't do it. You can sleep standing up, can't you?

When she smiles and refuses the invitation, Monica sits on the spot and cries and imitates.

"I was worried, too. I'm in sleep mode because the chicken bastard won't wake up."

"I thought you were asleep! No, that would have been more convenient for me."

Monica has a line with me, and she's supplying magic from it.

It's an automaton that plays, but on the contrary, it keeps sucking on my magic. When health recovery is paramount, when Monica moves around, recovery slows down.

"... what about the Nowems?

Monica stood up, faceless.

"You're having a buddy break. The female fox is preparing hot water. Ma, now there's no one in the way. Come on, chicken boy! Take care of me!

When I sit on the bed, I tell Monica.

"Before you do that, do me a favor"

"Luxurious. Say anything. I'll do it perfectly for you. Come on!"

To Monica awaiting orders, I...

"Can you gather all the party members? We need to talk about something important."

That's what I said, look at the ceiling.

Everybody's in the room.

Historical contemporaries are right, the relationship is made subtle by the purpose of Harlem, which Nowem spoke of.

Everyone in the room stands at a distance from Nowem.

(If they think it was pawn-treated, will it)

I'm not going to blame Nowem for preparing the harem for me.

Come to think of it, you wanted to have someone around me unaffected by Ceres.

Whether fighting or running away, those people decided Nowem was needed.

Everyone is looking at me sitting on the bed.

Aria said something.

Miranda is alert to Nowem.

Shannon looked around and was horny.

Clara is also moving her gaze around.

Monica stood by my side.

Nowem...

"Master Lyell, what's the story?

Get up and look at your buddy's face.

"... decided to break up the party. I want you to decide whether to dissolve in Baym or here. Maybe I could go up to Baim and work with this member until I find another party."

Nowem snorted silently, listening to my judgment.

And.

"I'll give you till the end."

I smile.

"Really? But why don't you listen to me first before you judge me?"

Aria yells at me.

"Don't go on your own! Or what are you going to do? I can't believe it's dissolution."

The same goes for Miranda.

"Did someone not tell you not to make me regret it? Waiver of responsibility, that's all."

I laugh bitterly.

"Right. He said he wouldn't make me regret it. But if you keep going, you'll regret it. I got a goal, too. Too big, and honestly, I haven't decided how to accomplish it. But I'm sure you'll regret taking them all like this. I can't achieve it alone, and I'm not going to. From now on, we're reconstituting the party for a purpose."

I decided to fight.

But I can't walk with an ally I'm not ready for when that happens.

My decision was to dissolve and reconstitute the party.

"Selfish, I don't know..."

When Shannon looks at me like he blames me, he laughs and apologizes.

"Right. I'm on my own. I'm on my own no matter where I go. Besides, my aim is to defeat Ceres."

To my remarks, Clara says, correctly positioning her glasses.

"Is that an assassination?

"I thought about that too, but I still have a lot of problems. So when you go to Baym, you regroup the party and build up your strength. Is Clara going back to Aramsarth? I'll split the money I earned from the party nicely, and Clara might get what she wants."

Clara said she wanted to run a bookstore in the future.

As for the amount, it would be a reserve fund for a small store.

Aria's in my opinion.

"Fight Ceres? I'm not an idiot. You didn't win! And yet I can't believe I'm trying... instead of running away and living quietly."

That's fascinating, too.

As an adventurer, he made money, and in the future he also figured out a way to survive the Walt family by embarking on pioneering based on the advice of a historical contemporary.

I guess that was good nonetheless.

I'm sure the historical principals, even if I chose you, would have given you their full support. But I've already chosen.

"I can't leave you alone. So I decided to try. I'm sorry, but that's it for this party. You don't have to worry, we'll have some prep period, and if we get to Baim, we can pull it off again, right? I think that's all."

Miranda told me on behalf of everyone.

"Give me some time. Besides, I can't move from Central right now."

I snort.

"Right. You'll need time. What about Nowem?

Nowem had an unexpected look on my decision. And he seemed just a little happy, and then there must have been some dissatisfaction.

He had a complicated look.

"I will serve you to the end"

I'm awake. I'm sitting face to face with Liane.

I was sitting on the couch drinking tea.

"Thank you for your help. And why did you help? Doesn't sound beneficial, though?

Liane, putting her long pink hair together behind her, laughed thinly.

I get the impression that I'm a little tired or shadowy.

"I don't think it's beneficial either. It's just a question. I met you, I helped you."

I had a cup of tea and wondered if this guy was as sharp on the spot as his first generation like a wild child.

"Do you believe in that kind of inquiry?

"I believe you. I've actually been helped a few times."

The other guy said "yes" and was drinking tea.

You think I have many dangerous eyes for being an adventurer. It's not a mistake, and it's hard to explain even if you correct it.

(The first and second generations of treasure balls are willing... no. takes time to convince)

They seem a lot busier than me.

At the same time as he was preparing to take over the mansion, he also seemed to be exploring various aspects of the inside of Bansaim.

Then they discovered about us.

"Tomorrow we have an official announcement in front of Central's Royal Palace square. Celeste is officially engaged to His Royal Highness the King and will be the next queen of honor."

I'm not surprised because I knew.

"That's how much you'll do. I think it's a little early for the announcement."

"They couldn't wait. Look, Ceres is fascinating, so Prince Wang hastened to keep the strange bugs from leaning around."

What does Liane, who laughs couscous, think of her former fiancée in such a situation......

I'm laughing, but it won't be funny on the inside.

"He's a whim. I think I'm gonna get my hands on a guy."

Liane agrees.

"I guess. Still, Prince Wang...... I think Rufus will put Ceres on his side. Worst of all, I don't know whose child I'm having, but I'm gonna let you sit on my throne."

I guess that's all gone crazy.

Ever since Ceres arrived in Central, his surroundings have rapidly gone crazy. I wonder if this is the power of the monster, and it's frightening.

"In Her Royal Highness's inquiry, how is Bansaim? Do you think it's long?

To my question, she looks at me and says:

"... isn't it up to you? You're safe out in front of that Celeste. You're lucky to have done that. I thought you'd be the key. It's my vengeance, but I wanted you to destroy Bansaim... and it seems interesting to eat and crush each other in the same Walt bloodstream."

I hear voices from within the treasure balls.

It was the fifth generation of voices.

"In all times, women are strong."

Helping me was a more convincing answer than being told it was just good intentions.

Rather, I am the same.

Beautiful, but I have little pride and vengeance, too. I want to beat Ceres, in return.

I have dark feelings, and I have me now.

"We'll do our best to meet your expectations. Is Bansaim's opponent tough in Fanbaille alone?

Liane has stopped drinking tea and stared at me with a serious look.

"There is no country in the periphery where we can fight as well as Bansaim a decent country. Even if you win, you can't rule in one country. We need to form an alliance in order to win..."

The seventh generation speaks out of the treasure ball.

"Take each other and become a coalition and an alliance and a war?" I'm sure it'll be a drool. Besides, you won't be able to. '

Liane talks about why she said she couldn't do the seventh generation.

"It is incomprehensible to explain the threat of Ceres to a human being who has not even seen it. I could be captivated even if I showed it to you. That sucks."

When the threat is known, it may be too late.

"... what is Your Highness going to do now?

Liane laughs lightly at my question.

"The princess whose engagement has been broken is not a good rumor. I don't know what you'll be treated like when you get back..."

When I see how they feel about using their skills, I make sure that the cup handles they have break.

I took the cup with my left hand, so I didn't spill the contents.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Apparently, Liane possesses skills.

When she wonders what skills, Liane laughs.

"It's my skills [trick]. I can only do about a prank, but that's enough. The people who treat me cold will be unhappy with this skill."

When I saw Liane laughing with Couscous, I put the cup on the table.

I haven't given up on her eyes.

I guess you're going to do something about it.

"... I'm going to fight Ceres. I haven't decided how to do that either."

"Yes," Liane murmured and drank her tea.

- In Miranda's room, Aria and Clara were visiting.

Even though there is a loaned room, there are only three people gathered in Miranda's room: Lyell, Nowem and Monica.

Miranda looked at Aria, Shannon, and Clara as she shrugged.

"So, you want to talk about the future? Don't you have any will?

Aria complains.

"You can't come this far and dissolve it or be angry! All of a sudden, the plan went crazy, and you'd have trouble even going to Baim and being disbanded!

Miranda explains.

"So Lyell also makes time to work over there for a while, I told you. Why don't we just look for the next party? With Aria and Clara, you'll soon find them."

In fact, it can be said that individual strengths are high.

Lyell's party is immature, but it makes up for it with its individual strengths.

Moving to another party was the same as needing to hone the collaboration.

Clara hits Miranda.

"Is Mr. Miranda okay with the direction of dissolution in Baym?

Miranda, with her hands on her hips, nodded with her chest open as it was.

"It's nothing good. 'Cause I'm gonna follow."

Shannon is surprised.

"Huh!? Because to Master Ceres..."

Miranda yells at Shannon, who still attaches' Dear 'to Ceres.

"I don't give a shit! That's already an enemy. Besides, Shannon is quite resentful, so it's too late to sell the charm now."

"I'm not going to sell the charm... but I can't win"

Shannon, who will lean over, will be confirming Ceres' threat more than anyone else in this.

Because I was blind, my skills gave her a demonic eye.

With that power, we are getting more information.

"I'll take Shannon, but both Aria and Clara make their own decisions. Lyell decided to fight Ceres. That's how this party works. It wasn't supposed to happen later, 'cause there's no excuse."

Miranda was going to follow Lyell. Even if we dissolve it, we just have to participate in reconstituting the party.

I don't like Nowem, but I still decide to follow him.

If Nowem moves for Lyell, then we move ourselves for Lyell - no, because we found out we wouldn't trump ourselves if it was worth using.

It was understandable that Nowem's actions, which had been creepy until now, were all for Lyell consistently.

Aria gives a slightly unexpected look.

"Oh, is that okay? Miranda thinks she can beat Ceres?

"You can't do that with a positive attack. There's a difference in strength... so get ready so you can win. Even Lyell isn't stupid, is he? Did I tell you I'm gonna stick my balls in here ready to smash? Looks like he's gonna be ready."

Clara is calm as usual. I guess I've already come to a conclusion.

Miranda sees Aria shaking.

"Decide for yourself. If you want to be a first-rate adventurer, take responsibility for your actions. It's your own fault."

It's a gathering for a variety of reasons.

Shannon is still shaken by Aria, who was attracted to the presence of Lyell but had no clear intention.

While I didn't think I had a choice, Miranda showed Aria the way.

"I'm not going to tell you I ran away or anything, even if I break up and go to another party. If it's for a different purpose, it's normal for a party to crack."

Clara also affirms to Miranda.

"Rather, Mr. Lyell is kind enough to gather to use it, like Mr. Nowem, and confirm his intentions before being brought into a situation where he can't escape."

Clara, who best understands what an adventurer is, said and nodded.

Aria is.

"... now say that! Let me worry about that scattered!

Miranda also understands that Aria likes Lyell.

That's why I say it.

"Yes. Then Aria can pull out. Isn't that good? I think there are a lot of other good guys."

Aria jumps out of the room.

To Miranda, who sees its back, Clara.

"Isn't it a little too cold?

"What? There's no reason to comfort and encourage competitors. I'm not willing to be a shady bully, but I'm not going to take any more care of myself as a buddy."

Bring up the light green hair, and Miranda tells Clara.

"If anything is done, I'll do it back, and if I can help, I'll thank you back. But, look, if you can't follow me on your own, I'm in the way of Lyell right now. You know that, right?"

When she saw Clara nodding, Miranda saw Aria's open door as she left the room...