Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

It was totally dark around here, and the flames that blew up lit up all around us. And around the only source of light, the incineration, is burned the meat of the warcraft, which was terminated during the day, and the vegetable shards, which were returned with water, stabbed in the branches of the tree.

The meats that were about to be eaten in the shame of Senior Sana's magic pills seemed very tasty with joo-joo and sound.

To the roasting sound and fragrance of meat, I hold down my belly, which is still going to raise its roots and ring, with my abs all over me. I feel the limit to the belly bugs that are going to ring in an instant if I distract myself, and I will stare and sue Ballado, who is partitioning the cuisine of this sleepover in general.

Balad, who felt my gaze, offered me that branch after checking to pull out one of the branches that was stabbed around the fire and burn it.

"Dear Doyle, please take this one because it's cooked. Please feel free to enjoy them as they are also baked."

"Thanks"

"Your Highness, you can eat this too."

"Oh. There he is. Just like this"

His Royal Highness and Jin sitting next to him take the branches in front of him in the words of Balad, who also told His Highness to complete them as he gave me the branches.

I helped make it, so I know I don't need to look at the poison, so it's formal, but Jin looks at the poison and confirms that His Highness put his mouth on it, and then I bump into the meat at hand, too. The gravy that spread through his mouth and the spices that irritated his tongue were exquisite.

As he was obsessed with goose and chewing meat, Seniors Riechi and Sana 'a, who were just sitting around my front, made a scene.

"Hey! That would be raw no matter what you think!?

"" I have a brother, so I'll be fine!

"Even if you eat it and have a stomach attack, you're not treating him!?

"" Huh?

"So even if you guys are necked, you're not cute at all!

You were hungry. An international large piece of meat pulls out a pricked branch, and instruction immediately enters Senior Leo into the two you tried to mouth.

As usual, the seniors were coming to Senior Leo, but in the meantime Ballado pulls the branches out of their hands and re-stabs them around the fire. And I let them hold a smaller branch in their hands than what they had earlier.

After all, the seniors tried to differ in Balad's actions, which were carried out in such a way as to flow or not, but whether he remembered the daytime events in Balad, who smiled, he began to scowl at the meat he was given when he sat uncommonly and manly.

Senior Leo, who was watching how it went, exclaimed, "You, that's awesome," but then Ballado said briefly, "Thank you," even though Senior Leo praised him at the corner, and he just came back next to me. And Balad, who sat down next to His Highness as it were, began to eat when he took his share of branches.

Ballad, who rarely works outside of me, but at the same time doesn't do me any harm or treat me differently unless he's a person to his detriment, is rare to adopt that attitude.

I don't care what you think, it would be caused by one thing during the day, but I kind of feel like Ballad isn't a paranoid Ballad before these days and I'm occasionally scared. It's really a mundane moment, but there are times when we feel the same air from Balad as Sebastian.

If it's your grandfather, the same atmosphere as Sebastian, who relentlessly seats you whether it's your father or not, preaching rolling with pissilli and horseback riding whips.

Reminds me of the annoying and relentless Sebastian and shakes his head.

Let's stop. I don't even want to remind you of Sebastian, it reminds me of that one from a very young age and the previous potato ceremony.

............... let's concentrate on a delicious dinner. Yeah.

Cover your memories with Sebastian you almost remember and concentrate on the flavor that spreads in your mouth.

By the way, I'm surrounded by fire around the left by His Highness, Jin, Senior Leo, Senior Rieti and Senior Sana 'a, mainly me, in the order of ballads.

After being subtle air from the subject of my knife, we all ended up collecting horns of hornmomonga and baking and cleaning up the rest of it.

I feel pathetic, but Horn Momonga has no use but horns, and meat is not delicious, so it smells of blood and ends before a large warcraft comes from afar.

After that, after we finished cleaning up Horn Momonga, we started looking for the camp a little early.

That said, there was no special hardship. With the shame that Balad had demonstrated without sparing his talent, he was able to see a small pioneered place with water sources nearby, so he prepared the camp there.

I have also done several preparations for the camp in the middle section, so it ended before sundown with no major problems, and I am now in the midst of tongue-in-cheek for a dinner prepared by Balad.

Surprisingly prepared meat disappears instantly around a fire the size of a seven-member critical enclosure.

It is a group of boulder-eating men. One woman is mixed, but she can hardly distinguish herself from one crack, and she wants to be indistinguishable, so she can be treated in the same row.

To the meat that quickly diminishes, I stop thinking about anything more extra, and reach for the next branch.

And I kept eating dinner with all my heart so that I wouldn't be eaten up.

Having finished dinner so quickly, we are currently sipping tea and discussing the order of fire and tomorrow's actions.

"Again, I feel the number of warcraft is high. How was last year?

"I don't care if I put it on last year. Our squad was camping in a shallower place, and even over the course of three days, it was a far reaching squad to your accomplishments today. Even the three of you were overpowered. I felt Dr. Hengst's words smudged................ Well, I would have only made three or four swarms of warrabbits, and I'm making dozens of swarms leading up to around ten hornmomongas. I'd say it's too close to the depths."

"Really?"

Listen to Senior Leo who answered the question, His Highness contemplates.

I didn't care if the squad mentz was the fault of His Royal Highness and Jin or because the number didn't make it a problem at all, but I do feel the number of Warcraft is higher than the story I was hearing.

However, the deeper we go, the stronger the Warcraft naturally become, and the greater the number. It is difficult at this stage to determine whether our battle is near the depths of the dead or abnormal.

"You don't have enough information to call it an anomaly. There wasn't a particularly strong individual either. - Oh, yeah. Don't you dare. Tomorrow we'll find a teacher. If you get close to the depths, there will be a lot of teachers, and you can hunt for the warcraft you meet on the road."

"I think so too"

"That would be good. Maybe this number is normal around here, or if it's unusual, you should put it in the teacher's ear and have him bring in the Knights or whatever."

"So can we have the same line tomorrow as this afternoon? Because the rear end is easier to swing spears."

"We're on your side, so do as you please."

"That's fine with me, too. And Doyle, okay?

Of course.

"Tomorrow, then, we will look for teachers and move on to the depths"

Return each reply to Your Highness summarizing the outcome of the discussion. I think it's a boulder, Your Highness, for tomorrow's appointment, which was set in no time. You're good at putting people together and directing that position pattern.

"As I decided earlier, would it be okay for the three seniors, Gin and Robe, Me and Doyle?

"Your Highness, on that matter." Of course it is. As part of the same service, Lord Jin and I would like to talk a lot. ""

"Nice to meet you!

"I have no objection, either. I'm anxious to get you two together."

"" Brother, it's terrible!!

"Naturally!

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If you try to give your opinion to His Highness, who has begun to check the order of the fire further, you will be obstructed by a subtle ballad, to which Jin replies with no intermittent hair. And Senior Leo pinched his mouth as it flowed, and His Royal Highness forced him to put it together as it was.

And to the unnatural silence visited, this once again feels distracted. The surrounding concern to speak slowly with His Royal Highness, or I felt the pressure shine, but there may have been some fine work at the stage of pulling the whale around that His Highness was silent about.

I don't think you have to go that far, but I guess it's more wasted where I've just raised it than the six of us have consigned.

Conclude that way around the interrupted conversation and now figure out what to do with this situation.

Each one of them is desperately thinking about a topic as difficult as mine to resume an unnaturally interrupted conversation, sending a glimpse at each other.

From between the sound of the patch and the fire blowing up slightly, "This is the time you guys should," "No, no, no, no, no, no. He said this air is harsh on boulders! It is the end of what it sounds like.

Jin opened his mouth like he was in a hurry as he listened to the conversations of his out-of-the-box predecessors and held his head about how the hell to break this situation.

"Speaking of which, where the hell did Master Doyle learn to knife!?

"Master Jin!

"Yes! Ah."

It was about my sword that Jin, who hastily opened his mouth to try to do something about this air, talked about. Ballad quickly went into a halt to its contents, and Jin said as during the day, "I did it!" with a look on his face.

It's called the day thing, and it's a good punisher now, and half of the time, and half of the time, I don't think I can help it if it's Jin. I'm sure the only thing left in Gin's head is the strength of his opponent, his secrets, and how he works out his body. As long as I envy you.

Well, it's easier if you treat me like this when it comes to ease.

I'm sure there's a smoking emotion in the mundane moments, but since that time when I vowed to live forward, the spear thing has been a thing of the past for me. Sometimes I get emotional, like I did in a mock fight, but it doesn't hurt when people ask me about root digging leaves.

So I have trouble reacting if they care like the Ballads do, and it's easier for me to talk too if they listen as light as gin.

"Doyle"

"Yes?"

"I want to hear it too."

Now, wondering what to do or not to talk about the knife, I hesitate, but blink my eyes to the words told me by His Highness, who clearly looked at me.

".............................. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you too. Dear Doyle."

"I'll tell you what, too."

"" We care too! Brother Doyle!

As His Royal Highness could say, Balado and Seniors Leo, who had stopped Jin earlier, and Ljeci and Sana 'a also said they wanted to know how I got the knife and could use it.

Even though I say something with my mouth, I get a bitter laugh at how they were all concerned.

"Balad. We talked a little during the day, but you know Master Wincal von Gladys, don't you?

"……………… Yes. It's definitely you, Mrs. Zeno, Amelia's distant brother of the year, isn't it? I do remember that your wife and Zeno were married before you reached the age of ten, so I gave Zeno the governor of the Aginis family and yourself was the one who was son-in-law of the Candidates of the Eastern Country."

"Yes. Sure, a little before I turned ten. I visited the Aginis because I came close for something. The sword was then taught by Lady Gladys to escort him and the adventurer he was bringing with him. He was a casual adventurer, and he said," I've never used a variety of weapons, "and he taught me all sorts of skills while actually showing them in front of me."

Lady Gladys said she was a civilian, and she was a gentle, uncomfortable man who would give me the family heirloom that she had passed down to the Aginis family for generations when she first met me.

And the adventurer who said he knew Master Gladys was also a favorite who would spare no effort to show his skills to stranger children and teach them.

"... did that Lady Gladys teach you about aptitude?

His Royal Highness, who opened his mouth so hard to say, asked in such a way as to be terrified as he looked at me. He cares about the habit of not hesitating when shaking down a mace in strange places. It doesn't even work like gin, but you don't have to worry about it that much.

But I guess I would have hesitated, too, had I been in the opposite position. That's what I would have heard from Senior Jin and Leo I met this year, but no matter how much His Highness cared about me with them, I wouldn't be able to ask them directly.

Your Highness, Claire, and Ballad are too close.

It is horrible and confusing to step deep because I cherish it close to me as if I were a family.

"No. It was an adventurer then employed as an escort to Master Gladys who taught me about aptitude......................... I did name it Obza,. You wanted to live quietly, so it seemed you kept your skills to see aptitude secret, but you saw me trying to go in the wrong direction, and you told me, didn't you? Well, I dumped that corner favor on the dob."

"............... right"

"Shall I tell you more?

Ask His Highness, who nodded with a look that seemed complicated by my words. His Highness, with a surprised look at the suggestion he made to speak from me, often thought about it, but after a while replied briefly, "I want to hear it".

When I hear from His Highness, I turn to the Ballads next.

Originally, it is now a precious time before bedtime to take care of your weapons and for today's reflection. We all nodded quietly when we turned our gaze to Balad, Jin, and seniors with the meaning of confirmation because there was no reason to spend such precious time on the boulder on my past stories with me and His Highness.

You tried not to touch me so much, but when I talked to you, I was about to blow up at them with an intriguing attitude, desperate and patient.

Biting to death with a laugh, I confirmed that His Highness had entered the posture of listening, and I opened my mouth to make everyone listen to memorabilia as I slowly dug through the memories of a long time ago.