Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

During the last decade's months, the village of Hathaler, visited at the shortest intervals, remained the same as before, with the villagers running their lives peacefully.

The fact that I've been back here for the past decade was once a year or not makes me feel like this is exactly where I come from, even though I feel something about visiting again after months like this, especially the kindness of the people who just say "welcome home" without going in.

"... this is the second time, but it's a village you can visit as many times as you want. Hutthaler is."

Even though we have used the Transition Magic Formation and have progressed without rest through the woods from the fortifications of old times that exist in a position that takes nearly half a day to walk from the village if we walk slowly, not to mention Lorraine saying so smudged without even breathing up.

After all, it is also made to understand in places like this that the original strength of both men and women is not normal but high.

Sometimes Lorraine has little or no extra fatigue because she is physically strengthened by witchcraft, but she can't do adventurers or anything without doing it if she can't walk this far.

"I think so, too. Shit, as much as I'd like to put a transfer magic formation closer to the village. That way I can easily come back here."

About half of it is a genuinely said dialogue, but I know that is an impossible consultation.

There are two reasons.

Lorraine speaks of it.

"Because there's only one more set of magic tools that can create a metastatic magic formation... that's a waste, but it's enough to come if it's already half a day's journey that takes a week. You should stop... and be scared if you don't build too many transfer magic formations near this village. At the end of the day, we're talking about anyone in this village being put into operation..."

"That's right... I rode it wrong and realised it was a labyrinth like The Underground City of the Good King Felt, when it happened... I don't think ordinary villagers can handle it properly. I don't know anything about that except my father, Garb, and Capitan..."

"That's what I'm talking about. If you still want to get back here as soon as possible, maybe you should think of another way to be constructive."

"Another way?

"That's right. For example, I'll be able to use your father's Lindblum."

"Well, I guess we'll get there soon... it doesn't have to be that big of a deal, it doesn't have to be a regular flying dragon, Wyvern."

From malt to fort, it will be possible to return here in about an hour from malt if we can adopt the method of transferring in a metamagic formation and flying from there alone in a flying dragon.

Maybe we should have considered it.

Besides, I thought while riding on the back of Black King Tiger Shahor Melefnamel, but it would still be useful to have a "foot" like that...

Monster Tamer, the devil master, can follow demons in his place or in order to fight with him, but as far as I'm concerned, I really wanted to consider whether I could acquire that skill to secure the means of movement.

Speaking of in-laws, he's a father... and if you ask him properly, he'll tell you?

I don't think so.

"... whoa, you're here"

So far we've been talking on foot, but Lorraine stopped and said so.

I miss what's in front of me... but it's my parents' house.

In front of the house, his stepmother, Jilda Fina, was about to open the door with her shoulders while holding firewood in her hands.

I'll run for my mother-in-law and put my hands on the door.

"... oh, this is kind of you... Lent!? Plus... Mr. Lorraine too!

Someone else in the village must have thought you had a hand.

Jilda, with her face up, admitted my face there and shouted so surprised.

A little further afield it also seems to have surprised me again by acknowledging Lorraine's appearance.

Naturally.

The village of Hathhaler is not such an easy place to return again and again.

I guess I never thought I'd be back at such short intervals.

But still, Jilda turned a welcome smile at me without looking annoying or anything.

"I'm home a lot. Hey... I was worried because I was no longer in a rush. Even if I ask that guy, it's a little bit of '... it's okay' and..."

That guy, that means my stepfather, Ingo.

I used to be sent back to Malt by Ingo, because that was clear......

When I calmed down, I was going to go back to the report, but I didn't get the opportunity to do so by putting it inside. As a result, Ingo seems to have been in a lot of trouble explaining to his wife.

... I'm so sorry to hear that.

Because I'm not the type of person who was originally good at excuses and explanations like that......

I think we should be able to do that well because we are in the position of village chief, but when it comes to the countryside as much as Hathaler, there are few opportunities to perform abdominal arts, etc.

Even if there is, Garb and Capitan will do something with moderate assistance, and what my father-in-law demands is that we put the village together for the most part.

I can't blame you for jamming words in my wife's questioning.

"... well, it was actually okay. For now, I'm here to talk to my dad again because I've settled down a lot. And I'm gonna take the silver promotion test next time. I'm a little nervous right now, so I thought I'd get Garb and Capitan to work out again."

"Silver!? Lent, that's not amazing! I told you I'd been stepping foot in the bronze class until a while ago..."

Jilda, who opens her eyes to surprise and delight me, but thanks to being such a demon to her, it's hard to say.

Off the record for now.

"Sometimes when I say adventurer, my shell peels off at once..."

"Really? Could that be, uh, thanks to Mr. Lorraine?

Jilda suddenly looks at Lorraine and whispers in my ear with a small voice.

"... what do you mean...?

"What do you mean... Look, hey? Oh, could it be an engagement greeting today or something...?

"No, no! You see, let's just get inside."

If I let it go on like this, I would shove my mother into the door, who was going to mouth all sorts of extra things, and I would sigh on the spot.

Lorraine approached,

"... what's up?

I've been asking,

"... I thought the mother was similar everywhere."

…… I don't know... "

"You don't have to know... anyway, why don't we go inside"

"Oh, oh..."