Sevens

Victory party in Baym.

It was opened in all its meanings. Baym, who didn't fight much, but this battle was opened to show that it was only Baym's victory.

Executives of participating guilds.

And merchants.

The heads of the famous mercenary regiments.

In the meantime, I was in with Vera. The other members are waiting at the mansion. Because they haven't called.

Attending as Vera's associate gathered my surrounding gaze.

In the corner of Mr. Fidel's sight, which seems abominable, he executes the incitement to flirt with Vera at the behest of his historical contemporaries.

"This is delicious."

Vera was stunned by me eating the food. The reason is the ambient reaction. You didn't think I'd join you, so no one's calling me to get together when you've got your gaze on me.

"Totally. If you think it's weird because you say you want to party or something...... Why did you join us? Wouldn't be funny to Lyell."

The atmosphere was different from Zain's winning party, but the food and booze in line were just fancy objects.

I look at them.

"No, I wanted to see Baim's bottom line. It's weird that you let all that scatter and you still have all this power."

The fourth generation in the treasure ball also agreed.

'Totally. It means we can still squeeze it out. It's hard to squeeze it out.'

Well, ignoring us for our hard work, half the time I came to chill because I heard there was a party or something. And the other half boarded the venue with Vera to incite Mr. Fidel.

It was an act of provocation against Baym, if only for a little more meaning.

(... what is it? Am I a plague god if I try Beim?

I was the one who succeeded in defending the fort that I didn't think I could and made Baim lose money. A large quantity of weapons were stored in Baym, but most of them were being pressed against Zain and Rolphis in exchange for demonic stones and materials to solve the problem.

However, those actions, too, are not a lot painful for Baim. Because Baym has the power to recover all that loss right away.

At the edge of Mr. Fidel's sight talking to other merchants, I shook Vera's hand.

Mr. Fidel was colluding with his opponent, but the third generation was bursting with laughter as he watched how it went.

"You're looking at the flicker! You're worried!

As he enjoyed the party while provoking his surroundings, a smiling, merchant-like youth approached him. The young man with a refreshing impression had seen it somewhere. The young man looks at me.

"This is the Holy Knight. I have heard of your work in this defense battle. Was my support helpful?

They're related to the house I asked for help with. He was my son. When you think it's a face you've seen in reason, I smile, too.

"Yes, thanks to you we were able to win. We appreciate it."

Thank you honestly.

The young man looked around when he kept talking to the public. I mean...

You want me to show you that my house has been well supported?

He's using me, but I got enough support too. So I don't even find it annoying to this extent. Rather, you're welcome.

However, it is the historical masters who do not miss this opportunity.

Mireia says.

"Lyell, hold Vera's hand so she can look like this young man! Hold me like a lover! Feels like palms together!

Following Mr. Mileia's instructions, which excited me, I held Vera's hand exactly as instructed. I wonder what you're thinking, and a young man looks at me and Vera.

"Oops, looks like you were interrupting. I'm sorry. But are you close with the lady from the Trace family?

When the young man heard, he heard a fifth generation.

"Whoa, there's your stepfather."

It was Mr. Fidel who approached me with his spine stretched out with a laugh. Are you watching how we are and can't stand it anymore, or have you finally gotten out of the party attendees that are coming together?

He said he'd come near us.

"Vera, it would be nice to invite a friend, but isn't it a little too close?

Smile at my daughter. And I said hello to Mr. Fidel, who smiled at me with a cold gaze.

"I don't like your stepfather."

Then Mr. Fidel stepped on my foot so that he couldn't see from anyone around him.

The seventh generation yells from within the treasure ball.

"You! Oh, my God! To Lyell! You can't just stir it up and end it!

It hurt to be trampled on, but it wasn't unbearable either. However, did the youth perceive the atmosphere or leave the scene with a smile.

Then, with a voice Mr. Fidel can't hear around.

"Kid... don't get on with it. As much as you, I can always crush you. Like this, dude!

Mr. Fidel trying to put effort into the foot he was stepping on, but he suddenly sweated cold.

Looking at her feet, Vera was stepping on Mr. Fidel's shoes in the heel.

"Ve, Vela...... Dad, it hurts"

When you think it's a boulder not to break your expression, Vera smiles, too.

"Then you'll get those legs off me, won't you? And if you want to crush Lyell, I'll turn to the enemy too."

Mr. Fidel, off my feet, was freed of a foot trampled with heels. There were heel marks on the leather shoes.

"Vera, reconsider. This guy can't do it. I can't forgive you as a man. It's more or less like he's surrounding ten or more women in a mansion, isn't it? Where do you want it?"

At the party venue, I wasn't the only one already gathering my gaze. I feel a flickering glance as my surroundings care about my relationship with the Trace family.

Then someone appeared at our place who looked like an executive officer of the Alliance. It wouldn't be headquarters, it would be executives in some branch.

Looking at us.

"This is Lord Fidel. Did you know Lord Lyell?

I understand you're on guard. What I feel in Skills - All, Search - was that their escorts were on guard and hiding but turning hostile.

I'm showing Vera my hands so she can see me.

"Yeah, you've been a lot of support this time. Only with the help of the Trace family could we win."

While deliberately emphasizing "too” this time, I turned my gaze to Mr. Fidel. I know you think it's abominable, but Mr. Fidel doesn't break his expression.

"That's more than anything you can say. Sometimes, isn't the South Branch a lot harder?

From Mr. Fidel's words, I guess the opponent is an executive of the Guild South Branch.

(The South Branch was like a mercenary corps specialist.)

The opponent shrugs his shoulders.

"Mercenaries make less money if they're not hired to deliver results. This time it was my intention to defeat a large number of demons, but someone got in my way."

The executive's reaction changed from yellow to red only for a moment. I smile and look at the executives.

"That was a shame. If you had come to the fortress, you would have earned it."

- Taunted. There is a cold sweat on my back, but naturally it is the historical masters who instructed me to do this.

Especially the seventh generation.

'Say it, Lyell. He says it's only natural that you can't make money if you're too timid. Then teach him to hide the intent to kill better. Then at the end...... stir it up! Stir it up more!

The seventh generation was pretty strong around against executives, the compilers of the mercenary corps.

I sound like an executive.

"The intent to kill should be better erased. Besides, the neighbor's escort was too vigilant about me earlier."

Smiling, the Southern Branch executives did not change their expression.

"What is it? Aren't you tired on the battlefield? Don't come out in a place like this, shouldn't you get some rest?

I don't even care to this extent. I was fixing it on the surface, but I could see they were patient. Because in a search, a sixth generation skill, southern branch executives and escorts are shown in bright red.

There are many others around who are hostile to me.

(... why am I coming to a place like this? I'm almost here to stir it up or something, it's absolutely crazy)

Until after the party, I dressed up like I was having fun at the venue with Vera.

The next day.

Waking up at the mansion, a young man [Golls], grandson of Grandpa Latata, who had been rushing in since morning, was screaming.

I'm crying to Grandpa Latata in front of a large warehouse in the mansion's garden.

"Come home, Grandpa! Twelve cannons were ordered from the Trace family! This one's a mess, but he's going to tell me to hurry! Besides, it's gun business. We're not gonna make it!

Apparently, Grandpa Latata's blacksmith is in trouble because of the equipment I left at the fortress. Grandpa Latata, who appeared on the table in running, was brushing his teeth or had a cup and a toothbrush gripped in his hand.

But smile.

"I'm sorry, but I already live up to my taste. Honestly, I threw the job round to my righteous son - no, I thought the time had come to leave it to him. Tell my righteous son." It's your time now. "

It was a dazzling smile. Honestly, the quality of amazing craftsmen who throw their jobs at righteous sons and live in their hobbies is also poor.

Golls screamed as he watched the condition through the window on the ground floor of the mansion. There's a crate next to Golls, and it looks like he brought some luggage.

"Hey Grandpa! You just re-said a round throw or something! Please, come back here! I can't make it to work."

Grandpa Latata thumbs up for fun.

"Come on. It's good to have a job. Besides, my arms will be polished in those environments, so I'll be fine."

"Grandpa! This is what happened because you get a weird job! Tell the owner of the trace to do something about the delivery date!

I think I did something wrong watching Golls cry. But even looking at grandchildren like that, Grandpa Latata seems more concerned about crates.

"So, what's that?

Golls also turned his gaze on the crate, exhaling and opening the crate.

"I set up the katana you gave me back. And I brought him a new one. I mean, do I have to take this request? It's a pile of work and stuff."

When Grandpa Latata took the katana out of the crate, he tried to pull it out and looked at the blade with one eye closed.

"Hmm, sounds better than before. It's good to be work-centric for a while. I'll talk to Fidel's kid. But this is definitely separate from the Servel."

Grandpa Latata still didn't seem to believe the story that Monica was something similar.

"... please. Or because I don't have any more time, so I can't do it for a while. Will you tell my client, too?

When Golls finished telling him what to do, he left the mansion. Then Grandpa Latata, who noticed I was watching, came up with a request.

When I received the new katana and the development of the katana I used on the battlefield, I was trying it out.

The new knife had a shorter blade crossing and was easier to wield.

I tried swinging in the mansion garden, but the pattern is easy to handle with both hands.

Grandpa Latata, who saw how it was going, had made a note of his concerns.

"I've made it exactly as that lady instructed, but this guy is another fragile weapon. Even rare metals are not iron at all."

Watching me waving katana in the garden was the same with Damian.

He came out of the warehouse and looked at me while the maid took care of him. More than Katana, there seems to be something I'd like to ask you about Valkyrie.

"It's about the three of us. The maintenance is troublesome, isn't it? I'm going to simplify and mass-produce from now on, do you have any requests?

Does Damian want the data he gets from Valkyrie or is he aggressive? In fact, Damian's research had advanced considerably with the development of Valkyrie.

"Oh, you want me to keep my magic consumption down? High numbers don't make magic consumption foolish."

Then Damian put his hand on his chin and thought.

"Then we supply magic. When you incorporate such a device into your body, the place..."

Grandpa Latata said something when he heard that.

"Externally, okay?

"That's it!

When they laugh out, they head straight back to the warehouse. Apparently, we're going to get to work on whether it was even born with a new idea.

I'm following those two while dropping off the back of three Automatons.

"... Grandpa Ratata has been treated like a normal dwelling."

That's what I said.

When I put my head in the garden where no one was, I looked up into the sky.

"Can I talk to you in the treasure ball today?"

In the treasure ball.

When I walked into my memory room, Mr. Mireia followed me, naturally.

I'm going to see Mr. Septem, but this time the big city was pretty devastated. Walking down the road, the decayed people were sitting leaning against the walls of the building.

The sky is cloudy, and there's just a big city out there that's not as vibrant as it is and that's still going to go obsolete.

Walking in front of Mr. Mireia, I looked at the sight worse than last time.

"How could you do this?"

I knew why. And I know, but I didn't think it was going to be this bad. Couldn't you have managed before that? I can't help but think so.

Mireia says.

'Master Septem was there alone, wasn't he? I tried to raise up the wizard's disciples, but the disciples did not devote themselves to the people like Septem. Eventually, he abandoned the people who couldn't do anything and disappeared from here. "

So those who learned magic brought technology to other nations. Mr. Mireia told me it was the beginning of the nobility.

"Thus the wizards who obtained magic establish their place while admonishing the sights of this great city, right? Leaving behind the better and the offspring, sharpening some magic technology… a new ruling class has been created. '

It is the beginning of our nobility. Until now nobility was not clearly a wizard, whereas wizards were the reason why the stream of nobility was born.

Mr. Septem's mansion was decaying and some of the roof was missing.

Walking up the hallway and looking up at the sky, I saw a gray cloud.

Mireia says.

"Of all the septems in history, she was brilliant. Too good. And I was too kind to waste everything. You've produced the consequences of spreading more developed magic on the continent. '

When I entered Mr. Septem's room, Mr. Septem was sitting there in a chair with his bed decaying and not looking like an old woman.

The young girl calls out when she sits in a chair and finds us. The atmosphere, indeed, belongs to Mr. Septem. But my voice was young.

'Oh, that's really not a good time. A little more, you say, loops and spreads the sight when it was a village'

When Mr. Septem said that, I laughed bitterly. And -.

"I need to ask you something today"

"What could it be?

I've been asking questions. That was how Septem - Agrissa was defeated.

"Three hundred years ago, Agrissa was discussed."

"Right."

"But there's no record of how to defeat it anywhere. To stop Celeste, we really need to know how to beat Agrissa."

Seeing my serious look, the young Mr. Septem got a slightly troubled look. You think we can't take him down? With that in mind, Mr. Septem opened his mouth.

'I'm sorry, but Agrissa can create skills. And so can the body that can handle it. I can't imagine what kind of skills you have. Maybe I can handle everything.... but'

But - that's what I said, and Mr. Septem stood in front of me as he rose out of his chair.

"That's the same for Lyell."

"Me too?

Mr. Septem smiled. Smile and tell me how miraculous it is to be me.

"Historical contemporaries have handed down their skills with blue balls, transforming their bodies into something specific to the support system. Lyell, who inherited it, is naturally good at handling support skills."

Because the first generation is cheap and because of the balls purchased, we Walt people say it is easier and more powerful to express the skills of the support system.

Generations, and blood specializing in polished support systems...

"Lyell, your experience, and connections are skills that don't exist. It looks different, and that has something in common. What you kept taking away from me was [experience] - that is. Experience gets a lot of experience… that is, [the future] aimed ahead. Connections gain common experience [now]. I don't know the third stage yet, but I'm sure it'll lead to the [past]. '

I thought my skills were fragmented and had nothing in common. But they have something in common: experience.

"Something's wrong with the last being the past. Isn't it usually better the other way around?

Mr. Septem laughed.

'Right. But now Lyell has the past knowledge and experience of being a historical master, and he still deals with their weapons. And I'm also trying to get a future. Quite the opposite of skill. If we can beat Ceres, maybe Lyell's skills will be the key.'

I thought about it a little bit.

If my skills don't exist, Agrissa and Ceres don't understand either. It will certainly be an important key to winning.

Then Mr. Mireia pounded him on the shoulder.

Looking back, Mr. Mireia was looking at Mr. Septem. I look at Mr. Septem, too.

"... apparently, the treasure balls thought I'd tell them so much."

When Mr. Septem is wrapped in light, the sights around him also disappear into a golden grain and sway in the wind.

"Oh, that! I still need to ask you something!

Mr. Septem shook his head sideways.

'Ask that to the next person. And... I'm not sure about this, but the treasure ball knows the truth. I wasn't meant to tell Sole.'

When Mr. Septem disappeared into a golden grain with a smile on his face, my stretched hand did not touch anything.

I just spoke.

'It's okay. The next person will tell you...... good luck, my offspring'

Listening to Mr. Septem's couscous and laughter, I was at some point reluctantly transferring between the round tables.

"... well, am I also drawing Mr. Septem's blood"

Naturally, I remembered the fact that I had forgotten. Ceres inherited Ceptem's memory, which means I have Septem's blood on me, too.

Mr. Mireia was a little frightened.

Don't even notice that.

"But if I talk to the historical principals from time to time, I'm a descendant of these people... on the contrary, I can't imagine anything else"

Mr. Mireia was kind to me.

'By the time Lyell was born, it must be natural for many to be involved. It's not just the Walt family. Even his wife's clan is involved. Even if it's not directly related, there's a lot of fringe and there's Lyell. "

It sounds like a hell of a story somewhere, but they realized it was natural.

I'm not the only one. All humans are.

"... you make me think"

"Isn't that right? Well, what kind of person will come out next? Stay tuned. '

Mr. Mireia looked familiar from the mouthfeel.

(... with that said, this guy forgot about it in Norinoli lately, but you were the guide to the treasure balls)

Septem told me a lot this time.

On magic. On skills. Regarding the goddess.

And - even with regard to Nowem.

I'm sure the reason I'm related to the goddess isn't because I'm drawing Mr. Septem's blood?

And I could also know that the Walt family happened to have inherited a body specialized in supporting system skills with the balls they bought.

(… is this one of the reasons why the leading skills of the historical contemporaries have been expressed? When that happens, don't create new value for the balls)

I think a lot about it, but it doesn't come together. Looking back between the round tables, our contemporaries in history saw this one.

The third generation smiled as usual.

"Have you made any progress?

Yeah, he asks me. The fourth generation with their glasses off is against us as they wipe the lens.

'Now that we're talking, it looks like we've got a separate conversation with Septem. Well, let's hear it too. "

The fifth generation seems as uninterested as ever, but when you look at me.

"Ma, talk to me. It's a lot easier than holding it in by yourself. '

That's what I've been saying. Recently, I understand only a little bit about the fifth generation. What usually seems uninteresting is something that resembles a blindfold.

Seventh generation, look at me and then send a gaze to Mr. Mireia.

'With that said, your aunt was a guide for once. I forgot because of the noise with the third generation. We both have a common denominator of bad personality -'

It was the seventh generation to smile and say disgust to Mr. Mireia, but the words never lasted until the end.

Mireia, who was next to me, was smiling and punching her fist in the face of the seventh generation. When did you move it? And surprisingly, Mr. Mireia has appeared to be a powerful man. The weak impression wiped off...... no, it didn't start from the beginning.

"Already, Broad, your mean. Mireia, your sister will be furious. You used to be so cute. '

while the seventh generation held his nose.

"I forgot the old days."

That's what I said.

Mireia shrugged her shoulders a little.

'As always. You must have had a hard time as your brother's son.'

It looks like the seventh generation is holding a lot of things. I never felt it when I was alive. But he also said a few things within the treasure ball that bothered him.

There seemed to be parts of it that were meant for the sixth generation.

Then, Mr. Mireia was looking at the fifth generation of faces. When the fifth generation notices.

"What?

'Father, at this time, please show Lyell your father's memory. Look, there's an important part you haven't shown me yet.'

When the fifth generation looked blatantly unpleasant, they had rejected it with a straight face.

'I say no. Mostly, my memory has nothing to do with Lyell. Efficiency now. "

Mireia says with a smile.

'I think it matters. That's what Lyell needs from now on, and above all, you feel responsible, don't you? that the Walt family has ever aspired to a warm home, but has broken it down in their own generation.'

The fifth generation went straight back to his memory room when he stood up.

"Um."

"I Made You Angry"

With his tongue out a little, Mireia said so with one eye closed, then gave him a slightly sad look.

The fourth generation seemed concerned. I mean, they have an idea.

'... I don't think it's a good idea to uncover the secrets you're hiding. Still want Lyell to know?

Mr. Mireia nodded. He snorted, and then he was sending his gaze to the seventh generation.

- In the neighbouring country of Baim, an army of Bansheim was marching on.

The knights who entered the former capital, destroyed by demons, were in the process of eliminating demons scattered in pieces.

The newly acquired land is due to become the direct jurisdiction of Bansaim. Any of them could give someone territory as a reward.

In that context, a report came to the General, who was headquartered in a building still available in the capital.

"General. According to the scouting story we put out on Baym's side, Baym seems to be safe. Fortress the stronghold and leave the great army of demons."

The general who heard the story laughed when he heard it.

"Isn't that amazing? Did Baym fall on the boulder? Well, I'm in trouble for you to fall. When they tell me to march that far, I break my bones. Besides, there's a deal going on over there, so it's a lot of trouble when it falls."

The middle-aged general was nicking as he cleaned up a pile of paperwork when he sat in his chair. The knight who came to report seems concerned.

"General, you seem to be very happy with this departure."

Then the general looked at the knight's face and then nodded. A knight who was concerned about some sort of probing gaze, but the general looked out the window as he stopped his work hand and rose out of his chair.

There is a sight of a city destroyed by demons.

"It was a job everyone hated. I'd appreciate it if I could get away from the center. You weren't from Central, were you?

To the General's words, the knight nodded.

"Yes. I grew up in a village a little far from Central. This expedition was gathered when the Central Knights were told that they would not use it."

The general laughed a little.

"Oh, I made you do that. I asked for as many men as I could who were not involved with Central or the queens of today."

When the knight tilts his neck, the general laughs bitterly, thinking he doesn't understand.

"You're having trouble reacting. But that's what I wanted. If I were in Central right now, I'd think so, even if I didn't like it. Well, shall we get back to work? Don't worry, it's not central."

While questioning the general's words and actions, the knight was to leave the room -.