Legend

The day after he promised to keep Seto in a scorching breeze, Ray was walking with Seto to the main entrance before the 9 o'clock bell still rang.

Seeing Ceto walking down the boulevard, the city dwellers and adventurers who know Ceto try to give Ceto food such as dried meat, bread and fruit, as usual, but Ceto today did not try to get anything but a small ring.

"Hey, did something happen to Seto? Usually you'd love to eat my dried meat."

A 10-year-old boy who was about to give dried meat to Seto asks worryingly, but Ray smiles bitterly and opens his mouth.

"Kind of. I'm gonna be away from Seto for a while for a favor. That's why I miss him. Well, if the kid talks to him, he'll be distracted, so play with Seto without punishing me for this."

"Yeah!"

He replies fine and scratches Seto's head tight as he sees the boy running away.

"Seto, come on, cheer up. As I said yesterday, a week is not long. And if things go well, you'll be back in about five days."

"Gru......"

Seto ringing small in the back of his throat.

I stroke my back next to my head so I can forgive such a ceto. And as I proceeded down the boulevard enjoying the silky touch, I eventually saw the main entrance.

"Ah, Mr. Ray. Requested again today?

Langa, who saw Ray, comes straight at me and calls out.

"No, it's a rank-up exam. Give me a moment more than that. I'll meet you here..."

"Seto! How have you been? Oh, Ray shook it yesterday too"

Miraine, the leader of the scorching wind, the party that deposited Seto when she realized what to say if she rumored, was stroking her head and back as she hugged Seto.

"Mm-hmm. Same touch, same touch.... but you're still not well. I may miss you and Ray, but it's nice to meet you for a few days."

"Oh, Mr. Mileyne.... Leaving with you, Ray?

"Actually, Ray, you're going to take a rank-up exam, but that's when the Alliance told me Griffon was overpowered. It's pathetic to keep Seto locked up in an inn stables for almost a week, so while we were doing our rank-up exams, we were supposed to keep Seto."

Sulnin explains the situation to Langa.

Langa showed the color of understanding in that explanation, but still calls out to Ray for all his role.

"I don't mind depositing the submissive with someone I know, but Ray is the one who registers the submissive, so if anything happens, Ray will take responsibility for it... with your knowledge?

"I'm hearing from Sulnin yesterday about the area. These guys think they can keep Seto in peace."

"Really, if you're aware of it, you have nothing to say from this one. Then give me the guild card and the obedient devil's necklace."

Follow Langa's words and hand him the guild card he took out of Mystering and the obedient devil's neck hanging from Seto's neck.

"Yes, fine. All right, be careful."

Keep the Devil's necklace intact, return only the guild card and exit the main entrance with the scorching wind.

"Well, we have Trent's crusade to ask you to excuse us here. I'll be as careful as I can when it comes to Seto, so Ray should try his rank-up exams properly. Look, the rendezvous's over there, right?

Turning his gaze in the direction indicated by Mileyne, there was one larger carriage there. And next to that carriage was the figure of Gran, the examiner, and the figure of Spelvia, who was to act together for a while to come.

"Oh. Then don't ask me about Seto. Seto, I look forward to seeing you again in a week."

"Gru......"

It was Seto rubbing his head against his loneliness, but Ray stroked that head gently and he headed straight for Gran.

"Gru!"

At the end of the day, he rang as high as he could, and Seto went straight down the street with the scorching wind led by Miraine.

"Is that the obedient devil that Griffon said yesterday?... That's very powerful indeed."

As Ray approaches the carriage, Spelvia speaks out like that.

"Well. He's my unchanged partner. That's faster than that."

"Oh. Every morning sword training is routine. I got up early and naturally."

With that said, spelvia lightly taps and shows the long sword equipped on her hips.

"I see. So, Gran. Is this what you got for the carriage in the guild?

Turn your gaze to the carriage as you speak to Gran.

It's the same size as the one I rode when I went for an oak crusade. Six Rays and a total of seven Grands may be a little narrow to ride, but I guess there's practically no inconvenience because the Rays have to let you and the lookouts out, too. However, if there is something different than when you crusade the oak...

"You're small."

At the end of Ray's gaze is the horse pulling the carriage. A very normal horse, not a warhorse used during an oak crusade. However, for Ray, who had a strong impression of Warhorse, it was small and unreliable. However, I'm guessing that's not to say that instead, there were two warhorses, while the number of horses pulling the carriage in front of Ray has increased to three.

Gran, who sensed it, strokes the back of the horse connected to the carriage with a bitter smile.

"I know what you're comparing to, but even if you try to be an guild, Warhorse is precious. If you ask me to lend you anything in a rank-up exam to the D-ranks, they'll just reject you."

Having a conversation like that, eventually two people show up from the main gate of the city of Gilm, Currot and Scola.

"Morning, nice to see you for a while now."

"Regards"

Moving straight to the Rays, they both bow their heads and say hello.

That appearance had changed dramatically since I hit it yesterday, something I didn't think was the person who had bitten Ray with all that momentum.

You must have seen Ray like that and guessed what he was thinking. Keep the culot you're talking to Gran about, and Scola approaches Ray and Spelvia.

"Well, you were surprised because Cullot was different from yesterday, weren't you?

"Right."

"That's a lot different."

Scola opens her mouth with a bitter smile at those two.

"Actually, Cullot, yeah, I see it. It's pretty ascending. Besides, this is my first rank-up exam. And because of the intentions and all that, I was in a rush."

Three people watching Cullot in conversation with Gran with an unexpected look on Scola's dialogue.

If you do say so, it feels pretty much like Cullot has a lot of power, even from Ray's eyes.

(I'm not too happy that the bandits who move as the eyes of the party are powerful. If Seto were here, I wouldn't have to worry about that.)

The sensation of Seto, a griffon, deserves its monster rank and is in the realm of the outside world in the literal sense. And until now, when Ray and Seto were commissioned to crusade monsters, roles such as discovering enemies, feeling the sound and signs of someone approaching and standing were Seto's.

For Ray, who was therefore to be the party leader, the current state of Currot is not surprisingly delightful.

"Oh, you're all early. You think I'm a little late? Good morning."

I can give a new voice to those rays.

The bearer of that voice is an elf fielder with a bow in his hand and an arrow on his back.

Each one returns a greeting and tells them about this exam and what they brought, etc., eventually the 9 o'clock bell rings around them.

(... So, where's Alogan?

Hear the bells and look around, but only five and Ray are there: Gran, Spelvia, Cullot, Scola and Firma. You must have noticed that, besides Ray, while we were talking, I was looking around.

But still, when he finds out he doesn't have Allogan around him, the gaze of the four non-Gran gathers to Ray.

Speak to Gran about the silent pressure to do something because he's a party leader.

"I don't come when Allogan has a 9 o'clock bell, but what happens in these cases?

"Uh, right. I just wasn't expecting this kind of development. However, for adventurers, delaying the start time of the request is a pretty big negative point. Besides, it looks like we're gonna be late for the pivotal exam day. Very high rank..."

That's when Gran said it and tried to declare Allogan disqualified. The only time I could see Allogan walking slowly from the main entrance.

"Sorry, am I late?

And he keeps talking to me in light shape.

"... hey, is that all?

I guess it's unexpected. That's how Spelvia speaks.

"Am I? What is it? I'm not leaving yet, okay?"

"Hey, you! You may not care what happens to your rank-up exams for that one, but this one's serious! What's that attitude to a belated habit!

I guess I can't stand Alogan's attitude anymore, Cullot eats and hangs. But Allogan's attitude toward it was to laugh with his nose.

"Well, only your mouth is fine with the habit of not having hands or feet on me in yesterday's mock fight."

"Become!"

Cullot trying to eat and hang even more on that statement that obviously made a fool of himself. Scola forgives it, and Spelvia and Firma are sending a cold glance at Arogan.

And Ray sighs unexpectedly when he sees his party buddies like that, albeit temporarily.

(Cullot is a bandit and not a warrior in the first place, so you wouldn't be proud to say it's because you won on your own mound called combat)

Now when I look around to see what's going on, I look at Gran, who was looking at me. I'm telling you to do something because those eyes are party leaders.

Exhale again, take the death size out of the misting and stick the blade to the neck of the alogan at a rate that will keep everyone's eyes from stopping.

He said, "Don't let Cullot out of your hands or your legs, but you forgot what happened only six days ago? You got me tangled up in front of the guild. I'll give you that. That's who was the one who got his proud demon sword skipped without a hand or a leg?

……

It seems you can't behave like you did earlier without a giant blade sticking to your neck, and Alogan turns his gaze to Ray silently.

Originally, he can't even take a strong attitude like he took towards Cullot just because Ray is planted with a bad consciousness because of what he just said.

Against such an alogan, he opens his mouth again, sending a cold gaze, as did Spelvia and Firma.

"You'd have something to say, wouldn't you?

"... I'm sorry I'm late. Be careful from now on."

Still, reluctantly, it stores the death size that was stuck to his neck on an alogan that tells him in such a way as to mystify him.

"Whatever this is for an individual exam, it's a party-organized exam. Understand that you are free to pull your own legs, but that will have a negative effect on other faces.... okay?

"... oh"

Seeing Allogan nod, Ray turns his gaze to Gran.

"I'd like to leave now."

"From here on out, you're going to make a decision. I will guide the bandits to Ajito, but I will not speak or do anything else."

Hearing the words, Ray looks around.

"First of all, have any of these guys ever done the carriage owner?

To that question, three people raise their hands: Cullot, Scola and Spelvia.

"Well, then you three take turns asking for the carriage owner. Me, Firma, and the three Allogans are on guard to see if there are any monsters attacking next to you.... but alogan. You get more watch than the others as a penalty earlier. If things get like out of hand and being ambushed by a monster when it comes to watching... maybe the next thing you fly through the sky will be your demon sword and not your head?

I guess I took Ray's words seriously. Allogan gave a serious look and nodded.

"All right, then we're off. The first is Scola. The watch is Allogan. I need you to pack the bags you brought in and put them in the back of the carriage."

That's what we declared to those who took the rank-up exam, and we all boarded the carriage.