Sevens

A troublemaker or a goddess of luck.

Meadows were spreading around.

The sky is high, and the sun feels a little chilly hiding in the clouds.

(If the sun would come out, it'd be warm)

Winter was coming to an end and I was guarding my surroundings with spears.

When May asked him to look like Kirin, he was practicing waving a spear on his horse with a saddle on top of it. The spear was borrowed from Aria.

"Hey, don't hit me in the head when I'm swinging. Because if I hit the corner, I'll bite."

May was worried I wouldn't put a spear on his head when I was on his back defeating the demon.

On the maintained road, the porter had stopped. Aria was keeping her back to Porter and watching us, and Eva was on perimeter alert.

Clara's on Porter's ceiling, watching us.

"I try not to hit it... or it's hard on horseback"

The sixth generation tells me I'm practicing, but I didn't have a horse. However, Mae was asked to become Kirin in time.

Aria looks at us.

"Hey, this is so extravagant, isn't it? I don't have a horse, so I ride Kirin."

Eva was on guard around her, agreeing.

"It's about Lyell. I mean, why a spear right now? You look like a hero of the story."

Aria is a little frightened when she looks at Eva.

"That kind of problem? Are you seriously ignoring me trying to get involved in the war?

On my way home, when I found the demon, I fought with a spear on my horse. Besides the difficulty of balancing, I thought it would be easier to fight down.

He discovered three goblins, said he couldn't, and I was fighting alone.

May steps forward and kills the goblin that comes out in front of him.

"Hey!"

May was laughing when I was out of balance due to a sudden move.

"Because I'm going for my leg. I mean, how long are you taking?

Fighting on horses is really hard.

From within the treasure balls, we even heard the laughter of the historical contemporaries. The sixth generation.

'Try to fix the axis of your body tighter. There are many fierce men on the battlefield. "

I have trouble being told because there are a lot of them.

At the very least, it was bad that I couldn't do it to the best of my ability, and that's what they said and I was practicing.

When he defeated Goblin, Clara came down from Porter's ceiling to retrieve demon stones and more.

Aria came with me.

"Hey, let me do it next time."

I'll get out of May and get confirmation.

"May, okay?

Then, May doesn't seem interested.

"Nothing."

When Aria received the spear from me, she happily rode May's back. Aria was also a lady at one time, and it seemed like she sometimes rode horses.

Aria's appearance on the horse with a spear was ambitious.

"It's been a while, but I still like it"

Then, May.

"Ah, you feel more stable than Lyell."

I'm out of sight of the two of you.

"... it's been a long time since I've been on it"

I made a statement of loss. Is that funny, Aria was holding a spear in her right hand and holding the reins with her left hand when she ran May?

Clara, who recovered the demon stone, while taking her gloves.

"You're good. I mean, you are. Aria, I heard you were born in Takemen's house... but if you were really a man, it wouldn't be strange to be a knight captain or general."

I look at Aria.

"Right. But even women are active now. I don't know about the queen, but the Virgin to the World War II maiden. Look, there's three of us around here alone."

Clara turned to me when she sighed. And look at me with more jito eyes than usual.

"The Virgin is the problem."

I'm telling Clara what I got. They were reading the materials. So Clara also knows about the Virgin.

Most of all, the Virgin is terrible.

The Religious Nation Zain is a country that believes in the Last Goddess.

That's not a problem, and basically religion itself believes in someone of the goddesses. The problem is the Virgin of history.

(Since most of the clerics inherit the house, they are almost no different from the nobles. And yet you decide the top of the country, the Virgin, by her appearance and talent?

Among the witches who served in the temple, they chose the Virgin, regardless of her bloodline, to be good looking and talented.

For this reason, there was a bias against those who were really good.

Sometimes, due to circumstances in the surrounding countries, noble daughters became witches and stayed holy. The great clergy, with roles like ministers, seem to have de facto rule, but the Virgin also has power.

And the Great Clerics are not a single rock either.

(Religious country sells fights around... no way)

Zain's history was also that of war.

It's just that my predecessor was a moderate, or he's been fitting into a skirmish for the last twenty years. Until then, it was terrible, and he seemed to have fought a massive battle over and over again, whether it was resentment towards Rolphis in previous generations or not.

(If you make a replacement, start a war or something)

Hearing about the circumstances of this Zain, the reactions of the historical contemporaries are unanimous. In particular, the fifth and sixth generations seem to have come to mind.

in order from the third generation.

'It's a terrible reason to wage war, isn't it? I mean, you're gonna want to support Rolphis unconditionally.'

'I wonder what you're thinking. Shall we carve out the trauma so that we can never wage war again in return'

'... the reason for the war is too harsh. There is no Zain side. Never.'

"It's more refreshing if you crush it."

'I can't let Lyell rule, so it's dismissed. Such a country, just to govern, will run out of time for Lyell'

- No more fighting on Zayn's side.

A person who has been unreasonably attacked and endured by the surrounding lords many times during his living years, such as the fifth generation.

I guess I can't emotionally forgive you.

When I was feeling like sighing, I had a reaction to Skill [Search]. A yellow reaction was being pursued.

I immediately spoke to everyone.

"Someone is being chased. Clara, get back to Porter. Aria, keep following me! Eva!"

When I call Eva, she sees where I'm being chased.

Eva has the best eyesight among us, so I need you to check.

"You've got a carriage going after you. It's a big carriage, so I can't seem to get away with it. But..."

Eva, confused, tells me.

"That's crazy, 'cause the people you're chasing don't look like thieves. That's definitely true."

When I heard the translation, I figured it out.

(A group of translations being chased? Should we stay out of this?

Then the carriage was coming this way.

"Lyell, what are you going to do!

When Eva asks, I decide to help. When I touched the treasure ball, the third generation had a slightly frightened voice. He just seems a little happy.

"People help. Sometimes it's worse to be chased. I mean, if you're chasing me, it sounds like you're turning hostile to me, too. '

The sixth generation.

'Be careful. You don't move like a thief. "

I give instructions to everyone.

"Clara, manipulate the porter and put it between the carriage and the chase. Mae, stay like a person. Everyone, get in the porter and follow him."

Once in the porter, Clara starts the operation. As I moved to the ceiling of the moving porter, I held the treasure ball in my left hand and made a bow appear.

Eva also comes out to the ceiling and sets a bow.

A few carriages are followed by men in robes on horses.

As soon as they see us approaching, they'll send three men to this side.

"There are ten chasers...... no, you're in the rear too"

So was the move, but I was quick to judge when I sent the three of us here. The fifth generation will advise me.

"Lyell, don't be a dick. The opponent is ready to kill. It could be worse to be chased, but it's silly to be killed for it. '

The seventh generation.

"When the chaser thinks about sealing his mouth, it's troublesome. Not at all, in this busy time '

Take a deep breath and pull the bow.

With skill [select], he released an arrow of light as he captured the enemy. As the arrows head toward the three horsemen running this way, all three horsemen quickly change direction trying to avoid them from the arrows.

But the arrows were tracking and trying to pierce the men in the robes riding the horses.

One was shot in the chest and one in the shoulder.

But the man in the robe, who was in the center of the trio, shields the horse he was riding and dodges the arrow. And when I landed on the ground, I ran toward this one.

Release the next arrow and now throw a knife at the arrow of light to prevent it.

"Did they see you through?

I heard a seventh generation.

"Are you just going to try it alone?"

Eva did.

"Holy shit!

Release the arrow. But you had a hesitation. The arrow comes off. Our party has less experience fighting each other.

As soon as I was able to pack the distance, I pulled the bow back into the treasure ball and pulled out the sabel.

(This guy is fast!

He jumps at us in the ceiling of a running porter with the treasure balls tangled in his arms.

On the arm out of the robe, the weapon was held.

Pulling through the spare sabel, he recieves the dagger held by the man in the robe. It was shaped to stare at the man who landed on Porter's ceiling.

Facing each other in a narrow place, Eva releases an arrow from behind me.

Moment after moment, I stepped in and was slashed by a man in a robe, too.

He's the one who took my attack more than an arrow, but when an arrow stabs him in the thigh, he moves poorly. When you pay a dagger in the left hand of the opponent with a sabel, slash the opponent with another one as is.

(shallow)

It's not like I didn't step in enough.

The opponent avoided a fatal injury at the expense of his arm.

A third generation of voices came from the treasure ball as the other's left arm jumped somewhere.

"Lyell, kick your opponent in the ass!

Second generation skills [all] But I felt their magic swell up weirdly, and I felt the crisis too.

As soon as he moved into action, his opponent was opening his eyes. And the man in the robe who fell from Porter's ceiling exploded as he rolled down the ground several times.

Eva was behind me, watching the man explode and burn.

"... I blew myself up"

He had the look of being incredible. As soon as he sees the direction of the carriage being chased, the chaser turns back.

And I heard an explosion.

Turn around, there's a burning place where two people were previously incapacitated.

The carriage that was being chased was slowing down and coming this way.

I realize that surviving suicide bombers are better off.

"What the fuck?"

When I squealed like that, I heard a fourth generation.

"This may have picked up a lot of nasty stuff again."

We rendezvoused with the carriage and got off the porter. We looked around.

The horses on which the chasers were riding fled, and the chasers seem to have fled far. Even if you check with your skills, your opponent's reaction goes far

As Aria sees where it's burning.

That's insane.

May, come down as a person, too.

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't think humans themselves are sane."

And coming out of the carriage, this one was a bunch of people in robes. When you get up, one little old man takes the hood.

The lonely, gray-haired old man on the head had a long beard growing. She is thin and has drooping eyes, but the neighborhood looks terrible and evil.

It's just...

"Thank you so much for your help earlier. My name is [Gastone]. Looks like an adventurer to me?

I nod, and Mr. Gastone bows his head deeply.

"I'm sorry for your help, but will you take on our request? Of course, I'll pay you."

From within the treasure balls, there is a sixth generation of voices.

"You smell so bad. Turn it down here in peace. It would be enough to save him."

That's what they said, but even if I say no, I'm concerned about the content.

"We've just finished our request, too. There are limits to what you can do."

Then, says Mr. Gastone.

"It's not that hard. I want you to take on the escort. If you get to Baym, no problem. If you're done with the request, why don't you just go back?

It made it hard for me to say no. From within the treasure balls, there is a noise of fright.

However, if it's just an escort, I think, someone in a robe comes down from the carriage. She looks like a woman because of her health.

"Gastone, what will the attacked do?

Then Mr. Gastone starts panicking.

"Behold! I told you to be in the carriage!

Then there were other women in the carriage, all wearing robes. As she hurried to bring the woman back into the carriage, the woman took the hood.

"I would like to thank you for your help. And there's a carriage that was raided and missed. I would like to ask for their rescue somehow. I'll pay you."

Mr. Gastone was holding his face with his right hand.

And I see the other woman. I thought it resembled the picture I saw in the dossier.

"... No way, you are"

Clara, who came near me, was also wacky when she saw the other woman's face.

"Mr. Lyell, this is not a good idea. It's so bad!

Aria is.

"What's wrong with this Obasan?

May is.

"Ah, you had a painting on the paper. This guy looks like that painting."

Looks like she got angry with Aria's statement, but the woman seems to have decided to listen. Golden hair, and watery eyes.

I hear he's in his mid thirties, but even in his late twenties, he seems to make sense.

"I was the Virgin of my predecessor Zain [Thelma Zain]. And I want to make a formal request. Why don't you take on our escort?

A woman who calls herself the Virgin of my predecessors, staring straight at me.

Cold sweat flowed, but cheered from within the treasure balls.

The third generation seems to be banging their desks.

"Lyell, well done! Shall we take the request of the Predecessor Virgin here!

"Now Lyell can chew on this story too! Plus, with a diplomatic card called the Predecessor Virgin! I don't know how to use them!

'Don't let them get away, never let them get away with it! We got these guys right here!

'Did you need to get away from Zain to say you ran away, or did you chase Rolphis... you're starting to have fun!

'That's a good thing to do. The goddess must have also given me luck because of her good daily deeds. Sometimes it helps. Now, let's hear what's going on and think about using it. "

I thought.

(These guys are thrilled that troublesome beings are here...)