Sevens

Having signed up for May's Adventurer, I was sitting on a couch on the lobby wall waiting for Gennari May after a beginner's course.

Near the stairs, sitting on a hard couch and waiting for May, a group of familiar adventurers were stretching under their noses to listen at the reception.

Listening, he seemed to have been penalized by a speech that sounded uninterrupted.

Little was done to accomplish the request, and it seemed to be a low rating, not a reward, but a fine rating.

But the party members, led by Airhardt, seem happy. That's strange, seeing the receptionist face visible from their backs solves that mystery.

Long golden hair, a drooping eyed woman with a hobby atmosphere scolded them. But it's also adorable to call that scolding.

"Okay! Adventurers also care about credibility, so it's important to tip small jobs!

I had my index finger up, preaching, but everyone's gaze was on my chest.

"Yes. Okay."

Party members stretched under their noses are listening without disputing the receptionist's explanation.

At your age, is that your sister? He looked a few years older than me.

The green eyes are serious and I'm pretty sure you're worried about the Airhardts.

However, it appeared to be slightly modifying the uniform of the Alliance staff. A uniform that emphasises the big breasts, a kind sister who, unlike Mr. Tanya, was hoaxed.

That's while preaching to the Airhardts.

"As a dedicated reception for a while, I'll take good care of it! First, let's make sure we do what we can. If you can't pay the fine, you can use the Alliance's quarters if you accomplish the request specified here."

Without money, other than airhardt - no, airhardt was also introducing some chore requests to party members who didn't have decent equipment.

(I asked if there was a facility in the guild where I could sleep, but you know what? I'm not stopping anything for free.)

The receptionist explains to the Airhardts that he is persuading them to pay the fine in installments to the guild.

"I would have stopped you from paying in bulk, so let's make sure you pay. Once you have paid, you will not be allowed to exorcise demons until you have worked for a while and are equipped!

They are thrilled and grateful for the decision of the pumping and angry receptionist.

(Does the official have that much authority? Or do we get that far?

When I look at it strangely, the receptionist smiles.

"Let's work together, gentlemen"

"Yes!"

When Airhardt responded with momentum, the other members responded in a prestigious manner. And I'm in a lot of proceedings.

A receptionist leans down and fills out the paperwork and hands it up because her long hair was on her ear. At that moment, I saw mine.

The Airhardts have filled in their names in the paperwork they received if they don't notice it.

The receptionist's gaze is not that of an earlier hoax. The atmosphere was just a little sharp. And as soon as you look at me, you smile and you get back to work.

Surprised, I heard many footsteps coming down the stairs.

Mae, who made the momentum jump, calls out to me when she lands.

"Wait?

"Huh? No, uh... yeah"

As I stood up, I took May out of the guild lobby.

(What was that?

Night.

In the treasure ball, I'm facing a third generation.

The third generation of memory rooms had a city spread around them.

In that square, fight a third generation with a one-handed sword.

'You did feel suspicious. But just to trick them into turning them off, is that it? Even if you leave it, it might go away!

He waves his sword as he talks, plays my sabel and tries to unleash a kick. But when I stepped back, the third generation kicked the ground and sanded me.

When your hand moves to prevent you from being deprived of your sight...

"Shit!"

Needless to say the word to the end, with that gap, the third generation slashes my leg deep with a sword.

I can see the illusion created by the third generation in my sight, and the rugged sabel will not take the attack, and now my right arm will be slashed.

"Hahaha, that's still sweet, Lyell"

The third generation heading to the square fountain sits on a nearby bench when the sword is thrown and erased.

I'm in pain, and when the wound heals, I head for the third generation.

"One more time, please"

Trying a rematch, the third generation smiles.

'No. You're stuffing too many roots, and it doesn't matter how much you do as you are right now. Dojo swordsmanship, is that what you mean? Lyell is too honest'

Slashes and thrusts that continued to shake as they were shaped seem sweet to the third generation. Continuing to fight on the battlefield and defeating demons, the historical masters have a full season of flesh.

I guess I still don't get it.

When I lean down and hold my fist, the third generation tells me.

"Lyell, it's important that you and I fight and win with the sword, but haven't you forgotten? Only swordsmanship is extremely pointless. The ultimate goal is - '

"- It's about beating Ceres. To do that, at least you have the strength to fight Celeste."

To beat Ceres to me, a number of conditions had been put out by my historical contemporaries.

Having an army that can beat the Walt family and the Bansheim.

Having a handful of elite troops who can beat Ceres.

Simply put, it means creating a winnable environment.

Training with historical contemporaries is only a part of it. Rather, it was unnecessary if we had a presence on our side that could beat Ceres.

'... even if you just defeat Ceres, it's all the responsibility of the Walt family. Even if we win, we have no future ahead of us. Besides, you can't beat the country with less than ten parties. War doesn't make sense unless you win. "

Historical lords lend me wisdom to win. To win, I'm gathering my people. But how much time does it take to stay this way?

The third generation, who noticed me in a hurry, tells me to tell.

"If Lyell tries halfway, I'm sure Ceres will continue to wield madness all over the continent. Once if you want to. It's not about falling together, it's about winning completely. Otherwise, Lyell could also be executed as the same Walt family boy after defeating Ceres. It's going to betray the people who helped me."

Still, I didn't know how to catch up with Ceres right now. I personally don't have military power.

It is also difficult to bring together neighbouring countries and challenge Bansaim to fight.

'Where I was in a hurry, my success rate wouldn't increase. Except in a hurry. Besides, we need to gather information first. "

If Baym also gathers information on neighbouring countries.

Baim accomplishes his first request, and I'm going to make a real move here.

"We haven't gathered that information, either."

When I said it like masochistic, the third generation had a serious look on its face.

'Which way, the surrounding countries won't attack you no matter what you think is wrong with Bansaim. That's all I've done. I don't know if we're responsible for this.'

Sixth and seventh generations contributed significantly to Bansaim.

The same is true of the third generation, which is saving the crisis in Bansaim.

"Lyell, promise me."

"Is that a promise?

The third generation gets up off the bench and puts his fist on my chest and says:

"Look ahead, you defeated Ceres. This doesn't end with just taking down Ceres. We help because we want the future ahead. The Walt family's blood muscles... to keep it going into the future."

"... the future, is it?

The third generation nodded.

That's why I don't think I'm ready to beat Ceres.

"… even if many lives are lost in the meantime,"

'That's right. I'm not complacent. Even the goddess is impossible to save all humans. Yet it's arrogant to think that humans can save all humans. Besides, you can't beat Ceres no matter how much you scratch in Lyell right now. It's not even a bet on winning or losing. "

From the time I decided to challenge the country, I knew there was an irresistible difference between me and Ceres. But when I decided to try, I felt that the difference was even greater.

"... I will definitely win. We'll get the future, too."

The third generation smiles and walks out when he puts his fist away from me.

"That's all right."

- Bansaim Kingdom.

One city was burning.

Surrounding the city is the regular army of Bansaim.

The knights were riding horses and armored and aligned. In the center of it stands Meisel Walt, wearing a weapon.

The knights in charge of the specially made Ceres had roofs on them and refrained from doing so. On the ground, he watched the city burn with Ceres sitting in a chair.

"That's so lame."

The dissatisfied Ceres wore armor like a dress specially attached.

Meisel is.

"Surrounded by thirty thousand, it's an easy thing, such as one small city like this. Damn, defying Celes is stupid everywhere."

The king prince of the kingdom of Bansaim was suddenly making a fuss by changing his fiancée. And when Ceres spread, the rebutting nobles began to emerge.

"I thought you were a brave lord aristocrat, but you seemed to have missed the prospect"

The city, ruled by the Viscounts, has a fleeing folk killed by soldiers. There have also been raids on surrounding villages and other villages by lord nobles who have offered to participate.

Looting is taking place, but no one blames it.

With a far-sighted look at the burning city, Ceres thought he didn't deserve a regular army opponent brought from the kingdom because of it...

"Well, fine. Still, you can't hear me screaming. Come closer."

Tell the knight who manages it.

The knight.

"But if there's anything for Master Ceres -"

When the armored knight argues, Meisel pulls through the servel he is putting on his hips, and a gap in the knight's armor - a blade inserted around his neck to poke him to death.

"Did you think Walt's daughter would be afraid of that much! This is why the nobility of the court..."

Looking at the bloody Meisel in his eyes, the knights in charge - the knights of lower court rank - seem to have become terrified.

Ceres felt the blood gushing out of the knight's armor on his cheek. To pluck it with your fingertips, apply it straight to your lips and lick it with your tongue.

The knights who saw how it was, are distracted by the lustre.

"Father, I want to know the battlefield. And... there seems to be a knight fighting. I can't get you through here. I'll have to meet the brave ones straight away."

To Ceres smiling, Meisel reluctantly.

"But the opponent is a knight of fame. There are dozens of horsemen in the Regular Army. You put your daughter in front of a guy like that on a boulder."

To the ruptured Meisel, Ceres tells the knight around him with a smile.

"That's worrying, your father. Come on, let's go see the brave. It's okay... I'm here to win."

And the knights gathered together to hold them will look up to Celes in a high position, and drink their spit. And Ceres was lifted up, and dozens of men were in charge, and he went on the battlefield.

And when the decree ran, knights and soldiers began to retreat from the knights who were fighting to protect the city.

The knight, who had a horse nearby, is suspicious, but when he sees the main unit led by Ceres on the horse approaching, he mounts an assault on the horse.

Excellent knights could also be understood by Ceres when he saw them storm. And Meisel.

"Hmm, isn't it pretty"

Ceres wanted the knight to think he was young and in his mid-twenties.

"My horse."

With that said, the beloved horse of Ceres shows up. Its holy beast, with its black scales and its grey tendencies and horns, was just a kirin.

"Wait, Ceres! That one is strong. If I scratch you..."

Ceres winked as her father, Meisel, was grieving.

"It's okay, worrisome father"

And when he crossed the Kirin, he received the rape pier offered by his men. Kick him in the stomach and run, he deliberately runs the ground to Kirin.

Knights and soldiers clear their way for Ceres, and knights with blood returning in front of them storm with spears.

While the armor is functional, it is decorated and elegant. Was the horse also a famous horse, succeeded and worked as the Lord's foot?

Human horses in one piece.

How much training has the knight in front of him taken to build up all that stuff?

"Oh, I want it. Totally better than Rufus!

The sharp opponent's gaze is poised to kill Ceres. Ceres thinks it's comfortable, while he runs his mouth saying he wants him better than Prince Wang.

Like a mistake, Ceres' Rapier crosses with the knight's spear.

Sparks scattered, and as we looked back at each other and approached each other, the knight was manipulating the horse with his spears in his hands and only his legs and rolling out a poke at Ceres.

"You monster!!"

Ceres was excited about the sharpness of the spear. Play a spear poke with thin rapiers. Normally, here the opponent falls ill. But the opponent was attacking Ceres without breaking down.

"That's good. You're so good. I'll add you to my SS. Come on, could you tell me your name? And take something so innocent."

Ceres, who had not done so from the beginning, bounced off his helmet because he could not see his opponent's face.

When you see the other person's face, a young man with a sharp eye for a neat face takes a distance with his reins.

A helmet floating in the universe grabbed it as it fell over Celeste's hand. Celeste let him play with a circle with his left hand.

"Come on, say your name"

But the other knight...

"No! I will not have a name for those who commit such despicable acts! You invaded the city without a declaration of war, and you will never forgive me for burning it down!

Ceres, who was smiling, suddenly gave him a troublesome look.

(Ha, sometimes there are guys like this...)

Then there was a voice from the yellow treasure balls embedded in the Rapier pattern. The glossy voice sounds like you're laughing.

"You're flabbergasted, Ceres. But it's a shame. I'm sure he would be a knight of the fingerfold even in Bansaim...... what do we do?

Ceres listens to his voice.

"Right. I wonder if there's any interesting way."

The knight in front of him set his spear as he moved his eyebrows and looked at Ceres.

"A loyal knight? Yeah, well, it might be interesting for this guy to show the people he's supposed to keep alive and protect are dying. You've never done it before, have you? You'll look more interesting than you'll ever be chopped and carved. '

Ceres' mouth distorted like the three moons, and when he kicked Kirin's belly, he made him run toward the knight. The opponent also drives his beloved horse, putting up a spear and storming.

Crossing, each other's horses slowing down and stopping.

Then, a slice enters the skirt part of Ceres.

"Oh?"

'You're distracted. Ceres, you've been doing that for a long time. Act more gracefully. This is the second time you've followed Lyell. "

When I hear Lyell's name, I get a wrinkle between Ceres' brows.

"... If it weren't for Nowem, I would have chopped him up. Just because I'm alive, I..."

There is a laugh from the treasure balls.

'I taught you to keep Lyell, and you're too obsessed there. I want to love him. Beautiful and good as a knight... I'm just like you.'

Ceres looks back and sees the knight as he puts his hair up.

"Well, that's what I hate about you."

The knight, who looked back in the same way, spits blood from his mouth - dropping it on the ground with every right arm he had a spear.

And the horse's neck also fell, and when he fell to the ground, red blood spread over the dry ground and sucked it right in.

"Oh, my..."

Ceres approached with a kirin to near the knight.

"Ahhh, I've overdone it"

'This won't last long. Well......'

But the knight shows his last will. When I took out the hidden dagger with my left hand, I tried to jump on Ceres.

As Ceres' gaze narrowed, a spear was protruded by such a knight.

"Oh."

Ceres, a kyoton, saw a knight with a spear protruding. To hold his own, the lightly dressed knight pierced the spear deeply and again.

The speared knight on the flank spits a lot of blood out of his mouth.

"Don't think this will last forever... one day... you guys"

With a sigh of relief, Ceres flies the knight's neck. And while sending his gaze to the knight who helped himself on one knee, he had the knight's neck in his hand that had slashed him.

Grabbing my hair and gazing at its expression.

"You, what's your name?

"I'm Bread Bumper. Dear Serres!"

As Meisel approached him on the horse, he pulled out the sabel.

"This... do something extra!

Ceres stops Meisel from trying to kill Bread. The head of the knight I had in my left hand, and I threw my helmet at the bread and came over.

"No, Father. I'll raise the reward for helping me. I give you that knight's weapon. From today on, join my SS."

That's what Bred said...

"Yes!

I was moved and in tears.

BREAD BUMPER...... He was a knight in love with Doris, daughter of the Circleys. But now I only give my allegiance to Ceres.

Ceres crosses over to Kirin and returns to Him.

I heard voices from the treasure balls.

"Are you satisfied with this degree of blood, Ceres?

Then Ceres says with a smile.

"No way. I'm going to keep going. I want to see the sight of the earth stained with blood. Tell me the next funny thing."

Celeste tells me the glorious voice in the treasure ball.

'Huhuhuhuhu, its innocence is preferable. Right, how about surrounding the village and letting the villagers kill each other? A good spectacle.'

Ceres listens to that.

"That's good! That's it! We need to get to the untouched village now! Father!"

I'll call my father soon, Ceres.

Meisel responding to that.

"What's up, Ceres? Are you hurt? Besides, I'll have to change my bloody clothes. I've got a lot of dresses and armor for you."

Spend the treasury money and spend taxes for Ceres.

But nobody blames that. This is how we show what happens if we blame it.

"I want to play in a village nearby. I want to finish this place right away. I want to go next."

To sweet Ceres, Meisel smiled.

"Right. Looting is also an important part of the lord's work. Get ready immediately. Whoa, before that."

Meisel gives instructions to the wizards.

"Enough. The play is over. Get rid of it."

Then the wizards with their canes exchange with light. A bell is heard from a unit arranged to surround the city, and knights and soldiers pull up from the city.

And when Meisel nods to Ceres.

"Burn!"

Says Ceres, who was sticking his thumb up and trying to target the city with his index finger.

Magic was shot in from the surrounding troops.

Fire, water, soil, wind, thunder… everything hit and one city disappeared. At the same time, thousands of lives disappeared.

But Ceres doesn't care about that.

"Ahahahaha, I wonder if there was a burn on the boulder"

When Ceres laughed, Meisel smiled.

"What, Ceres is adorable no matter what he does. Oops, I guess I should have told Ceres I was already engaged that I was beautiful"

Ceres does not swell her cheeks.

"That's how your father makes fun of you already. Come on, Father."

Ceres rushes Meisel.

"Um, let's go to an untouched village right away. Hey, we're on our way to looting next. Look for villages not attacked by other lords."

Seeing Meisel giving orders to the knights of the Walt family who were nearby, Ceres seems satisfied.

From the treasure balls, look at Ceres like that.

"Ceres, you're adorable."

That's what I heard...

At a coffee shop in Baim, Nowem was waiting for someone.

The Lyells were acting differently from the holidays, and without letting anyone know, Nowem was there to make contact with a certain person.

A small coffee shop door was opened and a bell attached to the door was heard in the store. Nowem listens to his footsteps and learns that the person he called has arrived without looking back.

When the clerk tries to guide the customer to his seat, the customer asks him to order a drink and bring it to a table with Nowem when he finds Nowem.

The customer with the luggage cut out an errand when he sat in front of Nowem.

"Long time no see. You won't need to say hello, so just tell her what to do. You're right, Nowem."

Nowem drinks tea.

"Really?"

That was all.

The opponent continues.

"... the Viscount family in Bansaim has really been wiped out. The city and the village. I blew everything up."

"I thought that would happen"

The opponent does not get stunned by Nowem, who is such an attitude, and offers Nowem his luggage.

"It's from your father. And I came to say goodbye to you today."

Nowem looks at the other person's face and receives the package.

"... you follow Master Ceres, brother"

The young man, called his brother, gives it a sip by thanking the clerk who brought him a drink when he gives him his luggage.

And I looked out the window.

In a seat with windows nearby, there were quite a few people in the store. Some couples, some with parents and children.

"Father said he could not betray Master Meisel. I follow that decision, too. In the Walt family without Lord Lyell, there's only Master Ceres left."

Nowem is not the only one with many mysteries.

There were many mysteries in the Foxz family itself. They, who pledge allegiance as ministers of the Walt family more than the royal family, are heretical from other perspectives.

"I guess you're the thickest blood in the clan. You are always calm. And you won't be wrong to judge. Everything can be handled lightly."

To his brother's words, Nowem tried to answer pale as usual - he stopped.

"... brother, I wonder if the blood intensity has anything to do with it. We just have memories."

"Right. But you're the one who inherited that memory, Nowem."

Drinking drinks from each other and repeating the conversation with potpouts, the two ran out of drinks.

"The next time we see each other, we're enemies."

"Yes."

"You wouldn't panic if you had us in front of you...... how about Master Lyell?

Nowem thinks of Lyell.

"He's kind, so you might hesitate"

"Right. I wanted to serve Lord Lyell, too."

Saying so, Nowem, who saw his brother grinning sadly, stood up with his luggage. I also received a slip for my brother.

"When my sister luxuries me, I don't have a position?

To his joking brother, Nowem smiled.

"Thank you for coming so far. Then, sooner or later, on the battlefield."

That's what I said. On Nowem's back, who goes to pay the counter, my brother spoke up.

"Nowem, does Lady Lyell take you for granted?"

Nowem, who paid the price, looked at his brother's face and smiled as he left the store. Nowem's brother, who saw Sole, lay his eyes down and leaned down.

"Right..."

Answering his siblings, Nowem left the store to take care of his luggage and walk the streets of Baim.

However, that look seemed a little sadder than to say faceless -.