in a room of a midday guild.
"Hahaha!
There was a young woman holding her belly and laughing.
"Hey, it must be too much, Mr. Two Crowns. I've been hilarious, hilarious, and... pup, hahahaha! Really, it's great!
When she looks at Ray's face like that, she blows up and laughs off, a new American receptionist at the world's largest guild headquarters in a labyrinth city.
Ray said to her with such disrespect, with some frustration.
"That's enough. Stop laughing every time you see someone's face, or I'll kick your ass."
"Haha, I'm sorry. But it's really funny. I heard a report from one of the officials over there that the first voice was, 'The depression cleared up and it's clean!' Cause. I'm already laughing. Uh, laughed, laughed."
Hi-hi laughed so hard to say, she tries to cool her lit face with her patties and hands and turns back to Ray.
"But I just had a report, how did you get back, Mr. Two Crowns?
"Teleport. There's someone in my crew who can do that."
I could very much say that I had used a metastatic magic tool that was still only out in part of the Imperial Territory, and slurred Ray with a pre-thought excuse.
Of course, the fellow is about Charstena, but the receptionist opens her hands deliberately to surprises, whether she knows it or not.
"Wow, that's awesome. Well, that's the place, I thought, is that person some court magician?
"You're one of us, so you're decided to be an adventurer."
"Wow, surprised twice in one"
Whichever CM it is, Ray sips the tea served.
"So, what's the reward?
"No, no, please wait a little longer. I can't have that kind of money ready right away. I mean, can I keep it as a deposit, not cash?
"I don't mind that, but give me the details. I want to know how much I made."
"Yes, yes, chocolate."
The receptionist, who took out the details on his desk where he had hidden them, signed with Sarah and gave them to Ray.
Ray turns such a surprise glance at her.
"You, prepare it from the beginning, this"
"I don't know, I have trouble being praised for my excellence in anticipating the movements of Mr. Two Crowns."
I'm not complimenting you.
Well, good, Ray drops his eyes on that detail.
Ray shrugged, making sure the quest reward was wired to Kittin and dropping his gaze straight down.
"Is this your name?
"Um, did you finally find out who I was? Yes, I am the mysterious beauty who made me a new American receptionist in a labyrinth city and forced me into a mysterious position. Who the hell is that...! It was just a city guy, A."
"............... right"
Comments refrained, and Ray dropped his eyes to the details again. The name Emilia Brown is listed there at the person in charge, and it is clear from what was written in front of her earlier that it is her name.
"So Brown. What's going on with the material buyer?
"Please don't brown. It's not cute, so feel free to call me Emilia, okay? By the way, even Chihuahua is fine. Yeah, I feel distracted, so don't do it. Also, if you are buying material, we are waiting to report it because we have not yet assessed it."
"Okay, Emilia (...)"
Ray goes out of his way to give his name and reveal his willingness to renounce who calls him such a painful way.
Without raising her dissatisfaction, the receptionist, who had only slightly inflated her face, took a bunch of paper placed on her desk.
"So, which way do we go next? As far as I'm concerned, I was wondering if this was a push."
"No, I'm not going, not for a while"
"What?"
I wonder what this guy is talking about, the receptionist who stopped his hand from lining up the quest paper.
"Yee-haw! Hey, why not! This time, it tasted good, didn't it? I knew it was more of a quest than a labyrinth expedition! That would have motivated you, wouldn't it? Then let's go! I just have to go!
"Don't speak for my feelings on your own. I've already made my target amount for this month. I'll see you next month."
"It's such a crossroads. I've lived a more spare labyrinth life. Come on."
"Say no."
I don't go to the quest because I can afford it, but I guess it's Buddha in the horse's ear to Emilia, who tries to reduce her work every time I tell her.
As for Russia, the quest push is amazing.
Ray, on the other hand, shows the attitude of not going resolutely, then adds.
"The area to be requested wants to be narrowed down to Kalman, Euroria, Afroto and then Clifoto. I've never been to another continent, so it's going to take a while. If you're picking me up by collecting it around there, it'll help me too."
This request, it took far less time than Ray expected. Is that all you've got, two days on the move? I was able to come home in two and four days to sweep.
I'm not saying it's not enough, but given the efficiency really, it's better to do some quests all at once to eliminate waste of travel time.
That's what I was thinking.
"I see. So you're going around everything in four months. Then I'll do my best."
"Nobody said that."
The receptionist apparently intended to use Ray and crush him. Too much overinterpretation.
Ray took a step back saying what a horrible woman she is.
And the sachet was removed from the storage space while keeping in mind to pay the latest attention.
"Well, I appreciate this one. This is a thank you."
"Whoa, I didn't think you'd be bribed here. I'll do it, Mr. Two Crowns."
"No, I'm not. It's not even a bribe. It's a souvenir."
It is a courtesy that I have cultivated as an adventurer since I was a young child. It is she who has given me the information and the opportunity, although this time it is only a strong meaning of gratitude. I have to thank you for that.
"Haha, shall I thank you for that? By the way, what's in it?
"It seems to be a perfume extracted from flowers exclusive to Eurolia. For the nobles, it may not suit city daughter A."
"Buh, you say it. But thank you. I'll take care of it."
Rude Ray's words, she swelled her face slightly and stared in detail, but the product itself was a very satisfying souvenir.
I'll just open the sachet and smell the contents.
"Oh, you smell sweet. Mr. Two Crowns didn't seem to have the taste around here, but he's a good guide."
"If you like it, it's more than anything. Anything, it smells like appetizing flowers, so I thought it smelled good."
"... wait a minute. I think I just heard some inappropriate modifiers."
What? And Ray, who doesn't seem to know.
That's the man who carried the state budget class payment himself. Sometimes the scent of flowers eating even demons smells good. The thought circuit can't even be imagined by the average person Emilia, who calls herself City Man A.
"... I don't think I heard anything."
I like that. Because the smell is good without complaining.
Even if it came from a frightening source.
"Speaking of which, will the offense resume today?
"No, I'm promising to meet some people today. So I'll see you tomorrow."
I still have plenty of time to go exploring the labyrinth, but I have to go face to face Arctia once because I have returned directly from my client. It depends on the dean's story how long it will take, but it will be nighttime by the time he returns.
Then I thought about diving into the labyrinth for a moment, but rest is also important. When you can afford it, stop diving into the labyrinth until night.
"I'll see you tomorrow"
"Oh."
Ray replied so briefly, leaving the guild.
Both Cecil and Mr. Carrot were out, and once back at the home where there was no sign of anyone, all he left was a write-down, and Ray flew to Arctia with a transfer device.
By labyrinth city standards, the time is a little past noon. There seems to be something called jet lag somewhat, but Arctia is still in the sky, too.
Leaving the examination room for the metastatic tool, I could see today a student dressed in a black robe uniform.
It was almost 12 years ago when I thought about it, and Ray certainly had a choice to enroll in this magic school as well.
In the end, I ended up enrolled in the Royal College, which was close and purposeful, but when I looked at the uniform, I seemed to see myself in it at an early age, and Ray laughed a little funny.
I don't hate meaningless assumptions. Because I like to imagine.
If so. Assuming, if it is.
Thinking about it is meaningless and fun. If I could find meaning in that, it would be all the more so.
But now, not yet, Ray breaks his mind.
Then Ray headed to the dean's office to serve the purpose of the visit.
Huh, I wondered if the safety aspect would be good with outsiders entering and leaving so easily, but to a large extent the haul is still being devised.
Few people would consider abusing something that is not practical. It's more likely you don't know it in the first place.
Thinking about it, they rarely install a metastatic device because it's convenient. At least not yet.
If you think the other way around, it will give you the means to ambush.
First of all, is the safety aspect and the legal installations within the Empire the first stage towards operation?
When Ray gets around the Tongari hat of the building, he finds a room marked Dean's Office and knocks on the door.
The reply came right back.
"Go ahead."
Ray, who said so and slowly opened the door, is greeted by a dean with presbyopia whether he was at work or not.
"Whoa, you're early. Come on, come on in."
Encouraged by the dean to remove his presbyopia and welcome him generously, Ray sits back on the couch in the center.
"First, I return the prototype"
"How was it, how was the ride?"
"It was comfortable inside."
When Ray first placed the prototype on the edge of the dean's office, he listed the points he noticed, along with the sentiments he had used. Specifically, about the part that Ray complemented with magic. Exactly about the back, I answered cloudily as the fatigue relief of long distance travel, but what else was mainly about arming against demons and sudden braking?
"Well, here's the thing"
"I see...... if you are aware of practical applications, they must be essential. Lord Ray's focus is really tame. In the future, may I entrust you with the commissioning of the prototype?
"Well, if it's okay with me. I have trouble expecting much..."
Ray also intended to understand the usefulness of the Magic Bike in this case, but I can only think of enough to fly through the sky at this point. It was Ray who never thought that the habit of fighting to escape into the sky if in trouble would be reflected so far, but he admitted that the commissioning itself was never a problem.
And the story is going to cut his mouth off 'so', but the face of the dean, who was raunchy, turns to something serious.
"Fold in, we need to talk"
"... what's the story?
"This is a story that may seem a little offensive."
Having heard the answer, which is abstract but can only prepare the mind, Ray closes his eyes for a moment and decides to be ready.
"... ok"
At this point, Ray had an expectation that the story would probably be. And one day, I was thinking about the possibility of this happening.
So there's no rush.
In fact, even if it was noted in the material handed before the conversation, there was only room to put it within the assumption.
"With all due respect, let me look into it"
"About Seatella, is it?
Ray glanced at the material and pulled out only the information he needed, putting it back between him and the dean.
"So, what's the dean going to do, tell me that? If you're talking about handing her over, I'll do my best to resist."
Though the words were mild, the content is radical. And that it's not a bluff or a hatchet is so bad as to say no to the dean who knows Ray's character.
"Don't get me wrong, we just want to know. the presence or absence of an individual called Thetera."
"Yeah, it exists. But why are you asking me that? It says here in this investigative dossier about Theterra."
"It could have been called the same name. No, maybe I could rather say I was betting on that. With Lord Ray's testimony, it's hard to believe."
The dean closed his eyes and wrinkled between his eyebrows. Seeing that look, Ray realized that his concerns and the deans' intentions were inconsistent.
"... what did the deans find out about Theterra?
When the deans knew her they didn't know, they were half convinced of it, and Ray asked the dean.
"... after analyzing the artifact provided by Lord Ray, it turns out that it is a recording device containing footage from the past."
Prior to hiding about Sheetera, Ray provided the deans with a recording device as a mysterious relic, but I know that much because I saw the contents.
"So?"
"We are currently in the midst of a debate about its content, but there was an inexplicable footage at the end of the recorded footage that was left on a deserted island."
That said, the dean gives Ray the material.
That would have required Biscilli to write down what Krakbael had been talking about in the footage he had previously seen in turn from above. Ray skips reading the part he heard before, and goes through the intermediate content that was interrupted.
What was written there, along with Krakbael's profile, was a brag. It doesn't have much content, it just goes on to self-admire.
Though I was right not to ask while reading, I gently flushed and read, and Ray glanced to the end of the material.
'... Finally, take my greatest masterpiece. Her first name is Seatella. It is a name given to the holy sword over the chosen brave man. I gave her endless possibilities of growth. It's up to you to take advantage of it or kill it. ─ ─ Come on, go. Take my supreme. I have prepared. The place and the time. Sooner or later, she will lead you. "
At the end, there was a note that accidentally closed my eyes.
Ray has a lot of shock that this content was left at the end of the day for what he hadn't thought before now.
"Seatella leads me...?
What do you mean, a question mark on my head, Ray?
I don't think Lord Ray even knows that face.
"Well... you never tried to lead me somewhere."
In retrospect of what has happened so far, since I took Sheetera out, I haven't had enough to say that such a bare gesture at all.
Instead, if you mean to lead, wouldn't Ray have led her better by giving her the chance to try different things in an attempt to make her aware of her will?
"If it is... it may not yet be the day to come"
"I see, can you also interpret that"
If you bite off the dean's interpretation, it means that Seatella won't lead Ray until the day it comes. Sure, then I can also nod that I can't see a bare gesture that would lead Sheetera to Ray.
But if you overlap your thoughts with that interpretation.
"When will the day come?"
I will definitely hit there. And nothing should be the only thing Ray has a feeling that the day is an extremely disturbing one.
"And what does it mean when and where Krakbael has prepared it?
"... now, you don't know. Either way, if Lord Ray hasn't been guided, it doesn't seem to be the only mistake yet."
"Not yet..."
Yes, that's the word again.
Everyone and he say that to Ray.
There's still time.
Not yet, okay.
Not yet, not then.
I'm sure the day will come when that 'not yet' will turn into 'now'.
Ancient heroes, magicians, and gods have something for it.
That's all there is to be mistaken.
But something's different.
Whatever they say, I can't give that answer right away, but I feel uncomfortable with the same word 'yet'.
The end of a world zeroed by Reynolds.
A showdown with the Demon King prepared by the gods.
When Krakbael prepared it.
If I went in line, I approached the identity of the discomfort a little bit.
These are not necessarily equals.
"Maybe..."
I wonder if there are two or three crises in the future?
"... Dean, may I ask you to continue your investigation?
"Yeah, of course it is. But you don't look very pale..."
"... only a bad idea is a good one."
That said, Ray exhaled and looked at the ceiling like he was tired.
(What the hell was Krakbaer expecting?)