Sevens

- Clara Bloomer was sighing with a cane on the deck.

"I did it..."

Clara was drooling when her post-growth exhilaration showed off her poisonous tongue around her.

"At times like this, I really envy Eva the Elf or Mae the Kirin. Growing up doesn't make much difference... Nowem and Shannon don't seem to change much either."

All Lyell stands out, but Aria's Miranda, and Clara, too, had repeated failures after growing up.

Everyone was feeling a change in physical condition shortly after this Traci crusade. Clara, who didn't fall asleep but still stirred up around her after growing up, was depressed and unable to stay in the room.

I don't even think I care, but I somehow don't want to go back to my room.

Aria and Miranda were now sleeping in their rooms wearing blankets. That's why Clara was out of her room and on the deck.

"Post-growth exhilaration… I'd like to manage to contain it"

Even if you try to contain it yourself, it's not something you can contain. So many people are causing problems.

It's manners to mass produce a past you don't want to remember and watch it with warm eyes around you.

There was this dark, moody Clara with a voice from behind. It's Vera.

I gave him a bright red sun umbrella and one hand was on my hip.

"Oh? Is that Clara? Why are you alone?

Clara looked back, honestly.

"You don't want to face your people right now, do you? Do you understand how this feels?

When I said that, Vera was also snorting at me for guessing. And Clara saw the luggage that Vera had in her hand that hit her hips.

"What is that box?

"This? Oh, it's a spare gun, but I was going to give it to Lyell... oh, that guy, a few hits of weaponry and stuff, right? Because I have a few spares. Are you happy? Well, I haven't even been able to show my face lately..."

Clara was stunned when she saw Vera with an increasing number of mouths. Somehow, I was a little rushed when I took my gaze off Clara and called Lyell's name.

(This guy is really hungry. Mr. Lyell, because he's capable in vain)

And Clara looked at Vera's box.

"Is that a gun? I'm also interested, but I'm hesitant because I don't know how to handle it. I don't think Mr. Lyell has that kind of knowledge either...... don't you?

How do you usually know that? Things like that happened to Clara.

Just because Lyell is good, he's also looking at behavior that won't be cleaned up. Then it seemed no surprise that he had the knowledge of guns.

"Do you care? Yes... then come to my room"

"Huh?"

As it was, Clara headed to Vera's room. Upon entering the room, Vera takes some boxes from her luggage and places them on the table.

It's smaller than Vera's has, but it was a revolver-style gun. Then, they also hand in about three boxes of ammunition.

"I'll give it to you"

"No, um... I can't accept such expensive stuff"

Vera smiled at Clara for saying that.

"It's an upfront investment. It's our chamber of commerce that deals with that gun bullet. Besides, if you could use it for a promising party, it would be cheap."

Clara, who received it, took the gun out of the box and set it up.

"It's small, but it's also a magic trick. I can't tell you what skills I have, but I have less recoil. I can handle it with one hand. Oh, you can't point it at people. And..."

Easily when Vera taught Clara how to handle them, the two went out to sea and actually tried to use their guns. The gun Clara received is less powerful than Vera's. But it was powerful enough for protection.

As it were, Clara was going to learn how to handle guns from Vera until sundown...

North of Bansaim, there is a country that has long been hostile.

A country called [Carthaphs] is a country placed in a harsh environment. to the abundant Bansaim in the south, has progressed many times.

Most importantly, Bansaim is also fighting back, so it is a country that is hostile to each other.

However, it was the perception that it had not moved very vigorously these days, and from the Bansaim side, it was a country that was once in contention.

In such a port town of Carthaphs, the Vera Trace arrived on schedule.

The sailors were waving at me from the top of the ship.

"Good luck, Mr. Lyell."

"Souvenir stories when you come back, Mr. Lyell"

"I'm counting on you, Mr. Lyell."

Sun I can always get this one, Sun I can get... I know it's paranoid, but I still felt like rolling on the ground with my head.

When I stood on the ground for the first time in a long time, I still felt like I was shaking just a little.

"Ha... well, let's head to the guild where we're going to make the request, and then we'll head for the Land Dragon crusade"

Then, as everyone nods at me, only Clara pulls my sleeve.

"Mr. Lyell, would you please say hello to Mr. Vera? I'm at Tallap's."

Looking around the tarrap, Mr. Vera, who got off the ship, gave him an umbrella and had luggage in one hand.

He had a box that looked expensive and was out of sight of me.

"Me? I just did... okay"

Clara told me to go under Mr. Vera and I was handed an expensive box. It was a large box, and when I received it, I felt the weight of the scratch.

"Oh, you know what?

That I'm confused.

"I'll give you that. I got a demon stone, and I don't taste like giving a boulder just a reward... and I was wondering if I could do this."

"Ha, really? I got paid extra, so as far as I'm concerned, I didn't complain."

When I looked at the box, Vera said, "Open it."

When I was told to open it, there was a black expensive looking gun in there. He thinks it's revolver-style and he's seen shapes somewhere.

"Is this a different color from Mr. Vera's?

Mr. Vera, against me.

"Vera's fine. Different colors, or is this gold of rare metal? That's a rare metal too... well, because it's spare. Well, that doesn't mean anything."

When I was looking at the gun, I heard a seventh generation.

"... By rare metal, do you mean sturdy, skill-crafted magic tools? It's definitely not cheap. '

Fifth generation, etc.

'Twelve rounds of ammo... how much is this going to cost in one shot? Definitely a rich weapon. "

I thought so too, but I decided to have it if you say so. I wanted to try it, but it's not a bad idea to keep it.

"Thank you. I'm glad to hear that."

With that said, Mr. Vera goes up Tallap trying to hide his face with an umbrella.

"Yes. Good luck. I think we'll be leaving in three weeks, so come back here by then."

When I replied, Mr. Vera disappeared into the ship early.

"... after all, are you angry?

The fourth generation is in my opinion.

'You failed this time. Ma, if you say you're not after me, it's a lie, but you still don't have a problem. There's a big one this time.'

Reflecting on what pissed me off after I grew up, I was hoping for how much of the Traci material I got would be bought off.

(Two thousand or three thousand in gold would be nice)

I thought so and headed under my people, like a third generation frightened me.

'... ha, not at all. Are you the only one who's good at fourth generation? "

I exhaled.

Us in Carthaphs, face the Alliance that made the Land Dragon crusade request.

But that's where they told me...

"Or I can't buy it!?"

"also, sorry"

The glassed-up male employee has apologized to me for frowning at the counter. When asked why.

"I see that... Trident Cesarpent material. But, right? On the scale of this guild, we don't handle this much demonic material, and what standard should we buy it from when it comes to Trident Seaserpent..."

Because I haven't handled it before, I don't even know the buyout price.

Miranda, who had a face on the guild just like I did, against the staff.

"What about the biggest guild in the Cartoughs? I wonder if you'll buy it off?

The other employee seems sorry.

"Anywhere you just buy it off. I just don't know what the right price is...... plus I haven't figured out what the material is for, and I don't know if it can actually be processed and used. I was wondering if most of the guilds don't want to deal with them because both sides are dissatisfied with the buyout. Besides, because Carthafus' guild policy is inflexible unlike any other"

Harsher discipline than others was the hallmark of Carthafus. That kind of policy seems to be incorporated throughout the alliance within Carthaphs.

"If it was a demonic stone, it could have gone for five or ten thousand gold coins. But the material will depend on future research. Plus, it's not the material I really want in Carthaphs because it's a stable and unattainable material...... Oh, that! You came from Baim, didn't you? Then it's best to take it to Baim! Still, I don't know how much it's gonna cost."

Traci material that I struggled with so much and even more I'm sure it will sell high......

It is rare, but I have been told that I do not know how to use it.

(Vera checks over and over and says we should stop)

The tension was high, and I refused to give up the crown.

The third generation says as it becomes difficult to secure funds at once.

"Ma, we'll destroy Traci this time, and we'll be able to sell his name, so isn't that a problem? It's cheap if you think you've sold your thanks to the Trace family. In the first place, Traci wasn't planning on doing it. '

If you ask me, I did plan on taking down the Land Dragon and raising my name. I thought the money was going to go after that.

(Sure, if you think so...)

I'm an associate of the Alliance.

"Then I'll take the material back to Baim. It's about the Land Dragon."

The male employee has a reassuring look.

"You're the ones who defeated Trident Cesarpent, so you can rest assured. You can see the location on the map here."

Where the staff who retrieved the map told me.

That's it, I was told I would prepare directions.

"Are you a local adventurer?

"Yes. The... rude way to put it, there are still rules for that place. You've come to crusade, because many guilds and adventurers don't like to be broken those implicit rules."

Miranda, with her hands on her chin.

"You sure don't want to. Besides, you should have directions. Lyell, do you think I should hire you? And you can trust me, right?

To Miranda's gaze, the male employee nodded.

"It's an adventurer's party I'm counting on here, too. Definitely excellent."

They told me they'd call the guild tomorrow as directions, and we were supposed to go back to the inn and rest that day.

Night.

Sleeping in my inn, I hadn't been in a treasure ball in a long time.

I was putting my arms in front of my room and thinking whether I should go in or not get involved in the future.

Behind me, the historical masters are talking about this request.

The third generation, remember the conversation in the guild.

"I can't beat the Land Dragon, but excellent, or... I think it's subtle"

The fourth generation was more surprised by Traci's cheap material than that.

"It would be a famous demon. Why is the material cheap when you knock it down? Sure you can't tear it apart and peel it, but it'll be worth it '

The seventh generation, while frightened by the fourth generation.

'You just have to know Lyell defeated you. That was all worth it. Ma, if you go back and sell it off at Baym, it's fine. But I don't know what Carthafus' guild is... '

The seventh generation took over the question.

'You seem tough. I can tell you that's a good idea, but this time you got a bad feeling. I'll buy it because it's rare. It might be better than that at all. I can also say it's too solid'

The third generation doesn't know much about Carthaphs. Anyway, when the third generation was alive, it was a long way from home.

'More than that, Carthafus and Bansaim were at war, weren't they? Does it still feel like we're having a skirmish?

The answer was the seventh generation.

'You haven't been at war lately. Far from our territory, we've never rushed to reinforcements, and we're still to the extent of skirmishes? There were only two major wars when I was alive. "

Should I have thought it was twice or should I have thought it was only twice... from Bansaim was me I felt better not to say.

In front of the door.

I approached and opened the door just a little bit.

Looking inside through a narrow gap, there was Ceres' eye peeking this way with blue eyes.

"Oh, you're not coming in? You coward! '

"Gah!!"

I close the door in a hurry to close it, but Ceres' hand came out and couldn't close it. As he rushes to kick Ceres' hand, his hand pulls in with a couscous and a laugh.

When I closed the door with my breath out, I walked away from the door.

'What are you doing, Lyell? If you care so much, you should let me in.'

When the seventh generation tells me that, so does the fifth.

"The only ones not in there are the fourth generation and you."

Sending his gaze to the fourth generation, he was positioning his glasses correctly with his trembling fingers as he leaned down.

'... everyone has something they don't like. I don't have the courage to get out in front of my angry wife. "

I thought how scared you were, but I got away with it, too, surprised by Ceres.

"I mean, why is Ceres in my memory room?

The third generation put their arms together, with a slightly more serious look.

'You don't get it. There may be some progress in that, and now I think about my next job. "

That's what the third generation said with the usual floating smile.

- Aramsarth.

An automaton in a swallowtail suit was preparing tea and serving it to her husband.

Ceres, the received master, enjoyed the fragrance before taking a sip.

"That's good. It feels delicious. Hate me, but it's fun to watch you do it with your whole body."

Near Ceres, relaxing in a luxurious room, was a girl with dark hair stretched to the floor sitting on the couch with bonyari.

My eyes are hidden with my hair, my face is only visible with my nose and mouth.

The butler with short red hair. The male automaton is.

"You're not happy to be praised. Because it is a natural consequence. If it's just not worth serving at all, I'll still curse myself for being used by someone with such feelings."

Ceres laughed couscous because Automaton said that.

And look inside the room.

There, scholars with power in academic cities were impressed to see Ceres.

"I like it. I hated that crumb and I didn't have it, but you're better than the maid he had."

Then the school director seemed happy.

"Thank you. Because it is an automaton that has been revived with the total power of the school. Unlike the made-to-measure, it also features many features from the beginning."

Automaton in Ceres.

His name is [Burt], and he seems abominable.

"Made in a country that can only be imitated, it's out-of-heart to be compared to a fake. It's... unpleasant to compare it to that kind of failure."

He was tall, a deacon in his twenties - stretched his spine, and his expression seemed really abominable.

Ceres laughed.

"Then you will destroy Lyell's automaton? I don't mind. I don't know where he is."

Bert watched Celes laughing without a look on his face.

"Fine. My purpose is to serve you. No matter how disgusting that is, it is."

Ceres drank the tea and threw it into his mouth with a trick that was unlikely to be reached for the treat.

The treat Bart made was delicious and he was eating with a cute smile on his cheek swelling as he was old.

Bart is.

"I can't help it. Your mouth is dirty."

That said, I immediately gently wiped Ceres' mouth off with a handkerchief. I don't like it, but whether they hate it or not, it's still like it's Automaton who serves with all his might.

Ceres exhales.

"A treat for a delicious cup of tea...... but you wanted to see Professor Damian. I didn't think you were running away from diving into the labyrinth or anything. Thanks to you, I went down to the fiftieth basement and defeated the boss. Besides, I killed the Alliance staff because they were angry."

Ceres gets her tongue out and does a cute trick.

But even if you ask, the heavy towns of Aramsarth...

"What, if you look it up, you think it's over fifty floors underground"

"If the labyrinth doesn't disappear, it's fine. And even if Serres crusades us, we can only be grateful."

"Nevertheless, Damien... he's permanently banished Aramsarth."

A brunette girl shrugged as she watched the delightful heavy towns.

"... I was laughing and killing dozens of people. Dear Ceres, I wasn't mad at you."

To that word, Ceres looks at the brunette girl.

"I'm not mad at you. But I didn't like the attitude. Besides, it's important that you punish me for making me do nothing. I have as many staff as I can replace."

To that word, Bart.

"Is it a reaction to that extent by turning all the Alliance officials into blood festivals...... Damn, why did you have such an unpleasant lord... this would have been some better for a grave guard"

Ceres's face niggered at the last minute remembering the officials crying and begging for forgiveness.

"Well, what kind of play do we have next?"

Celeste, laughing at Aramsarth, gently turned the Rapier pattern she had at hand to think about her next play.

There, the yellow treasure balls shine...