I Want to Become the Hero's Bride

After leaving the Water Capital, the Eastern Brave Party, even north of the long Arwana Country to the north and south, cleared one dungeon after picking up the sister of the Sorol boy at my familiar drugstore who unexpectedly appeared on the field.

Thoughtful as it may be, Mr. Bludgeon, who deals firearms in the elf's jerk, was a pretty arrogant person to make him look like an angel of mercy. But firearms are also splendid flying tools...? Maybe not much different from a bow...? and when it finally comes to it. Possibly ~, your sister is safely back in the Sorol Forest at the pharmacy at the end of her gaze to think.

Later, through several villages and towns, the Brave Party asked about a certain village that appeared in the direction of progress as usual.

The intention of a one-night inn is to get a welcome from the villagers and pull a little...? After Mr. Namura's overwhelming cry, he seems to have forgiven the brave man for a positive day's stay.

Sounds like it's for the “Flower Festival” tomorrow, and it's going to be a huge publicity for brave people to join the festival or something!! and. It's the afterlife, please help me with the village!!! Or was it about that? and imagine the contents of the cry drop, etc., on your own.

Vibrant for the village, or something. There's also an inn and it's easy to get in, etc.

Though it was a little floating to earn a bedroom so much.

I see, as the general said, there are a lot of tourists who seem to have come for the festival. Near a little dance floor on the stairs leading up to the second floor, you'll admire the blurring of the overlooking ground floor with chills.

—— Nevertheless, I wonder why.

How can all couples of men and women get to their eyes...? (-;).

Upon entering the assigned room, he asked for a window that had remained open and looked out the window in a slight and rustling tone.

For the sake of the village, I was impressed with the large grounds for now, and then I looked at the guide diagram of the prep to grab, "hehe, is there a square?". If you squirmed in a pompous way.

If you're busy from this hour, do you have a night before festival or something? and. Lift your feelings up a bit.

Well, my dear brave man, you're still surrounded by women here. Absolutely! I suppose. People's hedges are also lower or sparse than usual. I think I might even see it closer than in the distance. Whether you should see a scene in Harlem that is meatier than the city hall, or still come by through your liking…, weigh in your mind.

In the meantime, my stomach sucked, and I jumped out of the inn expecting the store to open on 1, expecting the brave man on 2, conveniently ranked.

If you walk around, are there some warm climates, and the villages are beautiful. I could see the moisture of life there.

The cobblestones laid in the village are also splendid and will be done as a tourist destination! I see the temper of the villagers that

Villagers aren't that easy to talk about... It is said to have cried off a brave man serious enough to be super attached, the hand of the village chief is once again amazing...

When they arrived in the village square, there was a small but still stage, and the musicians called it from a nearby town, playing country music slowly.

Turn right and the stall is out, and turn left and you have a desk or chair. Is the central space for the dance floor at night or is there a thin rug laid to keep your feet from being taken?

In the meantime, the people who are taking snacks listening to the performance are apparently from the townspeople because of their attire and intonation. The people of the village harden to the edge. But for being mixed with nature without, oh wow! Easy to walk! and my feelings lift. With all this crowding, it's not going to be bitter to walk, and if you're mixed up in good shape, you don't seem to have to worry about people's eyes.

And so...

Let's just buy something at the stall! And I approached it.

"Welcome!"

And, if you get spoken out and look at you, maybe there's a young man in this village who falls into the handsome category. "Hello," he said back, taking a quick look at the side, and the pretty ladies clerk also stands in the same tent. "Welcome" to the sign of someone lining up behind you, and a polite voice over there. I see you're dealing with girls with boys sellers and boys with girls sellers. I look at the menu table, even if it's not unplugged.

When I ordered the previous world's salt-baked noodle dish, they handed it to me in no time. "I'll have nectar over there if you like," said someone pouring it out of the barrel right now if you do your gaze in the direction pointed at.

"Enjoy your stay."

Or if they smile in a stopping way.

--... is that it? No way, now I'm... being used for colorful things?? ("△";)

And. Do you think I can't help thinking about it?

If you go over there with a "ha" reply while exposing your pompous asshole face.

Once again in front of a barrel with alcohol, my young brother would be kind to me...

--... here it is! Is it a rumored hot period!?

Or making a mistake, but also looking for a slightly quiet place to travel with Tobotobo.

On that road, a bumpy girl comes from town and looks out for the scene where she gets thistled by a herd of unmarried men in the village in exactly the way it's going...

—— Oh! I see!!

and fall to the heart.

It's a strategy to get all the girls in a town with beautiful things all around you to be a loving daughter-in-law! and.

I guess that kid is a prey to outfits because he's well-positioned. I guess I'm in the tail range for once, too. You're at a stage where they're spitting on you just in case there might be ---so I'm convinced.

Though, do you think you'll be kindly from the younger men? My heart is kind of twitchy even though I have no experience with that kind of thing. I wonder if I should go through this ~... and feel sorry for myself, but maybe I can float around once in my life...? and. I guess it's good for the town girl! And leave it at that.

Experience the hot season now! and lowered the sign inside, saying he was strolling through the fluttering village. At the roots of a splendid wooden tree, the colours you see get into your eyes...

Rice with blue and silver hair sitting with a moon knife lying on a beautiful blue rug and spreading her care tools. Your hair is still in great vertical shape today! If you're looking at something like that. Second, the person who noticed my gaze.

"Hey, Belle."

And in a gentle tone, I raised my hand to this one.