Sevens

Located in the south of Baym, the stronghold for the crusade of the Labyrinth had become known as South Baym.

The small city, supposedly created by those who had been banished from Baim, had been vibrant within less than a month.

That should be it, too, and a bunch of merchants have slipped in. There are at least three ships anchored in the harbour, and there is movement in and out of the ship.

The city's population was growing at once because of the artisans or associates brought in by merchants.

In such a vibrant South Bame, I was watching Monica and Clara - the three of us watching the porter in the warehouse.

Monica was supposed to repair the porter that kept wearing me out when I traveled.

"Porter... you, be good"

- Put your hands on your mouth, I was watching Porter.

The cylindrical head has two crisp eyes. It doesn't change there. However, the body was greatly improved. It was like a chunk of iron - a magnificent porter was there.

Within the treasure ball - the historical contemporaries were also a little touched.

Porter's one of us. Sounds like it's gotten kind of splendid.

"Me, I've got an attachment to a piece of iron."

"This feeling of heaviness. An indescribably seductive body of fusion of waste and romance while being more sophisticated than before...... Porter, you're the best '

The seventh generation is right. This porter...... was getting bigger all the time. Monica saw Damien's big porter, and I guess she was inspired.

The best eyeballs are the two arms folded into the ceiling.

The parts used were armored like the armor of a giant once worn by demons defeated in Aramsarth and were carefully processed.

Monica says confidently.

"You won't be surprised to this extent. This Monica... I can't do it with the three of you at Professor Damien's, I can! Porter, show them who you really are!... Mr. Clara, as per the meeting."

Monica to pose, but she was urging me to watch Clara not show a reaction and see the chills.

Clara hoisted her wand as she nodded silently.

The slow-moving porter slowly lifted the forward part slowly and became the torso part.

My back arm unfolded and my legs were supported by an increased tire and body to eight.

"Oooh!!"

When I got excited, Monica was excited to see me too.

"It's amazing! Monica's not like the pong around here! The original performance is not the same as the Ponco Twos who are happy to have upgraded or slightly improved! See that, you chicken bastard? Ooh!!"

Hands up against the ceiling, Monica screaming was like screaming with her soul.

Historical masters also come from within the treasure ball...

"Awesome. Awesome, Porter!

"You, you worked hard......"

"What a look. This bonelessness...... isn't it perfect!

There was just one person who made a cold point. It's Mireia. Mireia, who participated from the way in, has no attachment to Porter. That's all or he's also the one who said he wasted his head. Such a Mr. Mireia has a word.

'... do you need a feature like this? I don't want to, do I? Or this... how about in storage? I wonder if it has weird features and doesn't have the ability to make the trip more comfortable.'

Mr. Mileia doesn't know what to do, but it was important.

"... Monica, I see Porter has been reborn. So, compared to before, what do you think? Something spatial, something comfortable."

Monica sticks her index finger out, swinging sideways.

"Chicken bastard. Don't lick this monica. We sacrificed some space, but the craftsmen did their best."

To Monica like that, Clara said Bosoli.

"I was terrible, you could say, right? When Monica smiles and approaches, Dwarves and Gnomes run away."

I'm watching Monica.

"You, what have you done?

Monica shrugged her shoulders and shook her neck sideways like a jerk.

"They're artisans. It is only when you place an impossible order that you shine to do something about it. On the contrary, you want me to compliment you. Because this Monica passed on a lot of technology. For the future of South Bame, no...... for the chicken bastards!

I turned behind the porter and opened the rear door.

"A little narrower than before? Well, maybe it looks that way because I have two couches on either side."

Porter, a chunk of iron… When transporting people and supplies, we were reborn as important friends of the party we depended on.

Returning to Monica and the others, Clara returned the porter to her original appearance.

Clara was leaning her neck.

"You're gaining a lot of weight. Yet for some reason I feel less magical to consume when manipulating. Something is uncomfortable when operating it?

When Monica approached the porter, she opened the forward part to show it.

There were three embedded gemstone peridots that I once found in the labyrinth. Weird measures are attached to the perimeter.

"Oh, my jewels -"

"- Yes! This is the power source of the porter! This will make the porter move even more forcefully! Exactly the heart part of the porter! Three gems give you comfortable maneuverability!

I'd like to think Monica, who's looking at me more flirtatiously, feels a little guilty.

And I touch the porter and squeal.

"Good for you, Porter."

Clara against me.

"I hope Mr. Lyell is okay with that. Or did you leave the jewels unattended? You neglected your obligation to report to the party, Monica."

To Clara's words, Monica is lifting one of the twin tails.

"Those are chicken bastard's belongings. And I'm the chicken bastard's stuff. Chicken bastard's stuff is mine. Everything about me belongs to the chicken bastard! That's why there's no problem!

When I see I'm not angry, I make a hell of a statement, so I slap Monica from behind.

"You don't know what to do. Tell them to use it in advance."

"Ahhh... but you guys have been busy here lately, and Monica also cared because she slept to fall right back"

Yeah, we've been busy.

It's not just South Bame, because we needed to act for the future. Porter's improvements were part of this.

- Eva was negotiating with a clan of elves who visited South Baym.

The place was a South Bame boulevard, and the place had a simple stage available for singers and travellers.

In the midst of the crowds, Eva had made a request to one - the clan.

"- So, this is the song and the story I want you to play. Rumors are good, so I can get it out. In return, you pay for a place in South Bame. I'll make it cheaper."

For one, it was a thankful story that the place was cheap. Elves of a chief like the young man who heard it lay his hands on his chin.

"It's a favor of Nihil's clan daughter. Let's hear it. By the way, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Fort Redant, or I'd like more information at the fortress. The song of a hero who left the army of demons is popular. This one just came to Baym, and I have no idea."

Eva listens to that.

"Where did it come from? It's not Zane or Rolphis, is it? Galleria or Russowerth? But don't you? I don't think there's any Carthaphs..."

Elf's chief is sighing.

"It's a van seim. I've been running from there. I'm in a terrible situation."

Eva nodded at the chief with a serious look.

"Bansaim, right. You can exchange information on Bansaim. I was in Bansaim before, too, but you're in such a terrible situation?

The chief looked up into the sky.

"War or ravage. It's the first time I've seen an army that doesn't even fear death. Everything feels unusual since the next queen of Bansaim took power. Maybe you'll make a name for yourself in history. Bad way."

Eva knew how abnormal Ceres was. If you don't see it nearby... if you tell it, it will end to the extent that the next queen of the brutal Bansaim,

Baym was. Even if Celeste's information comes in, it's common. Or a brutal woman - it was done.

Somewhere I guess Baym assumed it was a fire across the shore. Eva asked for information about Bansaim from the sheikh.

"I felt like I was getting closer to doom day by day. Men are driven to war, women and children in villages and cities, and old men stand out. There are many more displaced people. We've been raided several times, too."

I thought Eva was in a terrible situation when I heard them talking about throwing food away and running away and fighting over it.

"Hey, no nobles or anything that's defying the royalty? Even the lord would be fine."

To Eva's question, the chief shook his head sideways.

"No, I didn't. Past form. Many lords have been crushed. So is Central's army, but the Walt family is also involved. Bansaim is not Dade."

Lyell's home, the Walt family, is helping to crush the country's lord nobles and rebel forces. That was ironic for Eva...

- May was counting more stalls in South Bame.

"Ooh! Three more today! Is that a treat over there? This one smells like meat. Ha... there are three new people on the eating and walking course."

May having fun thinking about what to eat today as she looks at the stalls with a happy look on her face.

"It was fried yesterday, so it's meat today... no, I don't even want to throw away the treats. But I don't have the money to eat everything. [M]... Oh, my God."

May, who basically only spends money on food, was getting money from Nowem to walk around eating in stalls.

You're not even willing to manage the money, you even think that's fine. For this reason, it was in the form of a daily allowance from Nowem.

"All right, let's start with juice to moisten your throat. Let's go with refreshing citrus."

Then the little May stopped and looked back at his feet heading to the stall.

There stood a long-sleeved woman in a coat that was not yet seasonally suited, bossing her long dark hair.

"... if you're going to break out here, stop it, right? This is one of my favorites."

The opponent was a marina.

Marina throws a paper bag in May's hand. May, who received it, let his eyes shine when he saw that the bag was warm and that there was meat stabbed in the skewer inside.

While I put up with the fact that the saliva is going to come out.

"Hey, what are you going to do?

I glanced at the marina and the bag with a flickering glance.

"What, it's been a long time since I've rammed that far. Thanks for the fun. And I want to meet your leader. Because you acted like an asshole. I'm having a hard time staying in Baim, too."

May had seen how the marina was doing and was discerning that it was a lie. Remove one skewer from the bag and hit the meat when it is transported to your mouth.

"Is that a referral fee? Fine, I'll put my hands up with this."

"It'll help. I don't have any money right now because they took the money I'd been saving for a lot of reasons for failing."

Apparently, that's not a lie.

May hits the meat stabbed on the skewer, watching the marina as she eats lavishly.

"So? What's the real purpose? People like your sister would accept any guild."

Marina laughed.

"You live longer than me, sister, huh? Young lady, you're good at the world."

From what she looked like, May knew that treating Marina like a little girl would make her uncomfortable. I learned to blend in and live in the world of men.

However, it is also true that it is still uncomfortable from around.

As May continues to eat meat in silence, the marina starts talking by saying, "It's surrender," etc.

"I don't care that we let only the East Branch people get away and isolate us. It's just... I'm interested in a leader who can follow your daughter. That kid's strong, too, isn't he?

Lyell got his eyes on the marina...

- In the treasure ball.

In Lyell's memory room, Lyell, who once looked like a boy in the room where Lyell spent time - I can tell, but he sat silently.

He is clawing on the bed and putting his elbow on his knee and chin on his hand.

Even though he was a boy, there was only a little piercing.

'... the fifth generation will have to stay for a while. I want Lyell to know the fifth generation. I don't know what it feels like to know. Before that.'

I looked up at the ceiling.

'You leave me alone too much because you don't want to see who you really are, Lyle. This is what you look like. You're still young, and you look like yourself. "

The room in Lyell's treasure balls had become a room to show some sort of unwanted thing. The treasure ball interfered. It is a room that has been interfered with by Ceres and has consequently been created.

And it was the appearance of the boys that was what Ryell was now himself.

Lyell, who can be regarded but sealed and born, has a large body, but his heart was only a small child.

By being watched over by our masters in the past, we grew up and became mentally strong but unstable.

If I can get my memory back, I could lose my balance. Who am I? I knew I would have those problems.

"Lyell, face me. I know you're potentially scared. Still... turn me off, Lyell's got to move on. '

I didn't think I was a child, and I groaned sadly...