Will the Re-Summoned Hero Live as an Ordinary Person

The two of them who left Karena's shop went to the Adventurers Guild to report a trip, but there was no Iri or Mirfa, so only an administrative report, leaving the Guild behind. Aili was out of her seat because she was dealing with visitors with the Alliance Master for the holidays, but why didn't the receptionist call herself this day? and will buy Milfa's quiet anger, but that will be a story in a few hours.

When he asked Hula to leave a message at the realtor, he returned to the inn and received a meal from Gordon.

"It will be a long journey, so I made more"

As the saying goes, fifty meals were prepared and all the dishes were different.

"Thank God"

"Thank you"

Gordon replied by raising his right hand to the two words, leaving the spot to Milfana, the payer, to return to the kitchen again.

"I'm sorry. It's that attitude, but I like the two of you who told me you like cooking."

He was following Gordon as he received the fee.

"Oh, I know. It's coming from a dish without clues. Will you tell him I'm helping because I'm gonna have more fun traveling?

"Please tell them that I, too, am very tastier than the dishes I've eaten."

Milfana nodded with a smile.

Leaving the inn, the two travel from the North Gate.

There was no drop-off, it was a quiet trip but the two faces were clear. That was purely because of the great desire to enjoy the journey, although it had a purpose.

When traveling, Aeta had Dina and Ed equipped to fight demons, bandits, etc. It was Ed's choice to use hair decorations to give him physical abilities and protect himself in case of a battle, or to quickly escape from battle space.

Deena had a bow that Elf specializes in for long distances and a short sword for short distances. Both of them were legacies of the past that had been confined to Ethereal's sub-empty vault.

The bow was called "Silver Bow" and, as its name suggests, had a silver color that closely resembled the color of Deena's hair. The material is made of silver, not platinum, mixed with demonic iron, and is also enhanced by magic during the production phase. The user can be updated by the current registrant or by the producer on a registration basis, and Aeta, one of the producers, has rewritten the user to Deena.

I have prepared a common iron mess for the arrows, but when releasing it, I can use the magic into the arrows to increase their power. Meanwhile, even in the absence of an arrow, magic arrows can be generated by strengthening the magic. Magic arrows used a lot of magic, so regular arrows were also available.

The short sword was made of a material mixed with demonic iron in an iron mine, which had a slightly higher affinity with magic.

Because of its combat style, which requires agility in motion, the armor chose a breastplate made of the demonic leather of a deer with a dragon scale called a dragon deer (riyuuku) with regenerative abilities.

Compared to this, Ethereum was a light equipment called an iron sword and a leather cape, but Ethereum decided this was sufficient because he could carry out the equipment in and out himself. I also decided to remove the disguised bracelet from this trip, considering the possibility that Ethereal Tai was being passed on.

"Nevertheless, Deena's quite a tumultuous life,"

Aotearoa crushed that on the lid. Because Deena was near your table, the tweezer entered her ear and replied back.

"Really?

It was a question-marked reply because I didn't know it.

"Originally, you weren't very well thought out within the royal family."

"Pfft, you don't have to worry about it. My mother wasn't in the main room or the side room, was she? We have no choice."

Deena was happy that Aotearoa turned her mind and clouded her words, with a grin.

"Well, so be it. We're going to see the end of Sordia, and it's going to be sealed for about a thousand years. A tumult or an affair."

"Um, still, I've been able to confirm my connection with my brother, and this is how I can travel with Sota because it's sealed... I'm so happy now, aren't I?

That kind of Deena's face was a full smile.

"Oh well. Good for you... sorry for the weird talk."

Aeta, speaking as she looked back, was looking forward because she noticed her own face, which had turned red.

Until the Beast Nation territory, the distance was further than the Elf Country and it was planned to proceed through several towns and villages. If there is an inn, we will rest there, and if there is no inn in the small village, we will continue our journey by taking a wild boarding house by magic tent.

As we approached the Beast Nation, adventurers, knights, martial artists, etc. were becoming visible.

We reached a medium-sized city and decided to take an inn.

Fatigued Deena decided to take a break in her room, and Aeta headed to the tavern and dining room on the ground floor to gather information by herself.

There they were, most of whom seemed confident in their arms.

Aotea wonders and speaks to the clerk who is serving liquor at the counter of the tavern.

"Hey, a lot of them are armed with something, but is there something nearby?

"Don't you know you're here in this city? I thought you were in the militant tournament because you were coming here."

The clerk answered Ethereum's question with a bearded, strong face but a pleasant smile.

"I see, so many of them are so armed"

"You look like you're going to do pretty good too. The weapon has nothing to do with it, but you're hiding it."

The clerk glances at Ethereum. There was no way he was using his appraisal skills, and he was reading the power from years of experience.

"Ha, hey, you got cloudy eyes too. You think a kid like this is hiding his strength? With such a fine body, my blow will just rub my head off. Hey, you guys think so, don't you?

The man who said so was a warrior-style gear, and the gear also had a high level.

Behind the man there were a few companions, all in tune with the man's words and cursing him about Ethereal.

"Hey, why don't you stop! If you're involved with my guests, get out!!

The clerk stares and yells at the men, but sometimes the men are drunk around and they don't listen to the clerk.

"I don't know what you're saying when you're busy. More than that, kid. Are you going to take part in a militant tournament, too?

"No, I..."

"Stop it, stop it, it's good to have people like you in it, you're hurt, you could die if you're bad. Ha-ha-ha!

I am not going to participate. The man has covered his words so as to block the words of Ethereum, who tried to answer that.

I'll test your strength.

That's what one of my fellow men said and came forward. It may be a category called good-looking with long hair, but its face was often floating with poor character.

"So I..."

"Wait, wait!! You weak people, I will not tolerate bullying!!

Ethereal's words, which he tried to say again that he would not participate in, were to be blocked again by a man of the Beast tribe who suddenly appeared.

"Now who the hell are you..."

Aotearoa snapped so naggingly.