Legend

The day after the simulated battle with Mileyne. Ray, who had read a book about the dungeon in the inn's own room as in previous days, returned to me with the sound of knocking on the door.

"Who?

"I'm from the guild. I'm sorry, but can you accompany me on the nomination request?

"Okay. I'll get ready. Just give me a minute."

(finally here, or what?)

Understanding that it was about the detailed description of the request Gran had said at the time of the announcement of his passing of the rank-up exam, Ray wraps up the dragon robe by storing the book he was reading into mystering, wearing Slapenil's shoes and opening the door.

There he was, a middle-aged man who looked like he was in his 40s.

When I look at Ray, I bow my head down small.

I'll show you soon.

"Oh.... by the way, am I the only one going?

"Yes? I don't have any information that Mr. Ray is having a party...... is he not?

"No, it doesn't. It means is the griffon I'm taming okay?"

I guess you thought the information you heard might have been wrong. I exhale relieved breath but nod small.

"Yes. Just Mr. Ray today, please. If the place you're headed is an guild, I don't mind if the monsters you're teeming with..."

"Hmm? Didn't you just say you were from the guild or something?

"I am certainly an official of the guild, but the place to guide you is the person who will nominate Mr. Ray to make the request this time.... can you tell by saying this?

The person who asked Ray. I heard from Gran and knew who that was. That is.

"Lord of this city, Larks Borderline Uncle..."

"Exactly. Normally, it is the guild who explains it, but this time it is the case, so I will explain it in the Lords' Hall."

"... well, surely you can't take Griffon with you if that's the case"

I could easily imagine that if I took Seto, if I did poorly, I would not be able to be in the city of Gilm.

"Okay. Just, uh, can I stop by the stables for a minute before we go? The Griffon I'm taming is pretty smart. You should let them know you're going out for once. If you do anything wrong, you think I've been kidnapped, but you could be following me by mistake."

"... Is Griffon that smart?

"Well, maybe my Griffon's just special."

Say no to the messenger from the guild and head to the stables. Along the way, Ray, who sees such a fine carriage in front of the wheat pavilion at dusk, enters the stables with a strange impression that it is just a request from the lord.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto greets Ray as he enters the stables, ringing in the back of his throat.

But Ray opens his mouth as he strokes Seto's head like that.

"Sorry, Seto. Sure, I'm going out now, but this time I'm going to the Lords' Hall, so I can't take you with me."

"Gru."

Seto rubs his head on as he rings in a lonely voice.

"What, unlike the last Rank Up exam, I'll be right back this time. It's not like I'm gonna be away for a few days."

"Gru."

Ray strokes Seto's head, still sounding lonely, only once at the end before leaving the stables.

Seto watched still until he couldn't see behind it.

"You kept me waiting."

Tell that to the Alliance's messenger in front of the carriage, but shake his head small and open the carriage door.

"No, I understand that the adventurers have a lot more than just working in guilds. Here you go. The lord is waiting for you."

"It would help if you said so."

Encourage him to smile and ride the carriage.

Even though I don't remember being that great, Ray gets in the carriage.

Confirming that, the messenger closed the door and moved to your seat, leaving the carriage.

"... it's not such a beautiful day"

Ray whines as he looks outside from inside the carriage.

In fact, the current sky is covered with clouds and the weather is not strange whenever it rains.

While I think of it that way, I take the dungeon book I was reading in my room out of mystering and read it because there's nothing in the carriage to do in particular.

I've been reading a lot in the last few days, but still about 70% of the time. It was Ray I wanted to read through at least by the time the request actually started.

And concentrate on the book for a while. The previously lightly running carriage suddenly stops and the door opens.

"Mr. Ray, we have arrived at Lord's Hall."

"Oh, okay"

Ray, who got off the carriage, dives through the gates of the Lords' Mansion following the Messenger's guide, feeling potpouts and droplets pouring down his cheeks.

(More like a fortress than a lord's mansion... don't look like one)

That was the sentiment Ray had when he saw the lord's mansion.

It's too big to call it a mansion, and it's not enough somewhere to call it a castle. It was the fort that I imagined when I saw such a building. In fact, it was obvious to Ray that this lord's mansion was brought to serve as a fortress, and perhaps also to evacuate the inhabitants of the city of Gilm to some extent when things happened.

"This way."

Follow the Alliance's messenger and enter the Lords' Hall. At first it must be the body of a lord, every part of the aisle is decorated with paintings or pots. It was also impressive that the lights of magic items using demonic stones were embedded in the walls every certain distance.

However, still seeing weapons like Halvard and Spears as decorated in the middle of the aisle still leaves the impression of a fort stronger than a lord's hall.

Walking after the messenger looking at the pieces that seem rarely decorated in the aisle, you will see a door with elaborate sculptures in about 10 minutes. Just a few gold coins at that door...... if you do poorly, you'll need white gold coins, it looked like Ray did like a piece of art.

When two people reach the front of that door, the messenger naturally knocks on the wall with a door knocker next to the door.

(It's a door knocker, so it's not something to knock on the door? No, it sure would be a piece of art to say one way or the other...... why is this door the only one luxurious like this? As far as this mansion looks like a fort, it doesn't seem like a noble luxury to me.)

When Ray thinks inside like that, he hears voices coming from behind the door.

"Get in."

"Yes, excuse me"

A messenger who speaks a word and reaches for the door. Open the door to avoid touching the carved part of the handle as much as possible.

"Lord, I've brought Ray, the Rank D Adventurer, over the nomination request"

"Um, good luck. I've been waiting for you. Come on, get inside."

That's what they say from inside, and Ray enters the room so that the messenger can prompt him.

"Huh!?

And at that moment I took a step into the room. With the sharp sound and killing feeling from the side, he kicks aggressively on the ground and jumps forward to roll.

Rotate once to roll the floor and remove the death-size from the mistering in a motion that may be almost reflective while rolling.

And what I saw in Ray's eyes was wearing armor made of metal, whose head was similarly covered by metal helmets. And an eye-catching sword in your hand.

(Does this feel similar to Alogan's Devil's Sword? I mean the Devil's Sword!

And kick the floor again at that moment when I set up the death size. However, this time it is not to avoid enemy attacks, but to eliminate those who have attacked themselves.

"Ha!

I guess it was lucky for Ray that the room guided was big enough to wield the death size.

Leveraging its good fortune, the Death Size blade strikes at the raider's torso as it amputates the back of the sofa in the lord's room.

"Come on!"

Even though it weighs more than 100 kg due to its ability not to make the actual weight of the Death Size made by Warcraft feel like Ray, the equipper, the blade hits the Raider as if it were swinging with a fork or knife, but instinctively perceived its power, the Raider quickly jumps backwards to avoid it.

Huh, that moment when I saw a blade passing just a few centimeters before me making a sharp noise that, instead of stopping, slashed and tore the air itself apart. The raider man was feeling a cold sweat blowing out of his forehead in his helmet.

(Stupid. No matter how many people I've recommended by Uncle Larks Border, do you think he remembers the threat like a Rank D adventurer? No, that's occasional. I refuse to admit that!

When a person meets a being beyond his imagination, he will choose to be hostile to that being or to treat it amicably. That is, the difference between taking the spirit in the direction of eliminating its existence or establishing friendly relations to gain asylum. And this man chooses the former instantly.

(If I knew this was going to happen, I'd bring the usual demon spear, not the demon sword!

While the man regrets his shallow thoughts in his heart, he nevertheless sets up his demonic sword toward Ray.

And lay death-size trying to face the person in front of you.

If we had come this far, Ray would have swallowed up the general situation as well. Something like being attacked by a thug in a room where the lord himself seems to be?

Is there a reason for that?

The answer is determined if you immediately dismiss the inner question and think that it is the Princess General and her escort to the dungeon that you were called to this Lordship's Hall.

(Try your arm as an escort...? And maybe this guy's offering or something with that princess general)

Even so, Ray understood that this battle was not going to end so easily. That is, I wonder if I need to show the man in front of me my strength.

"... let's go"

At that moment I told him so briefly, Ray kicks the ground and reduces his distance from the man.

The man also waits for Ray, who sets up the Devil's Sword and throws away the interests of his long prey himself and packs an intermission.

"Eat!"

A man who screams sharply, sets up his sword and unleashes a poke of his skill. For a man who originally uses a spear, the weapon is another blow with sufficient speed and power to thrust with a different sword.

But Ray dodges the thrust, which was unleashed at his face, by simply moving his neck slightly.

"Not yet!

The body released as a thrust is returned to hand with the man in just a moment, and as it is, the flashing thrust is again released with a new blow, two blows and three consecutive blows.

Ray packs his time while avoiding that exhaustion with minimal movement.

(Stupid, even though you say you're using demon swords instead of the usual demon spears, you're avoiding my penetration so far in a row? Are you sure it's Rank D!?

The man also unleashes the last blow in a row of his best, even as he heartily remembers his inexplicable fear of Ray.

Make it the last blow, the fastest blow. Playing that thrust in a death-size pattern, Ray uses the pattern from close range as it is to apply a blow to the man's torso.

"Damn!"

The sound of a blow, not like a very metal armor beating, echoes into the room. At the same time, the man who made that noise was raised into the air by a ray that strongly swung the pattern upwards from torso to torso as it was... I notice that at the next moment Ray, who sometime put the death-size back on hand, is after himself.

(Damn, what's this idiotic power? It sucks if it stays like this. When it does, I'm only resting...)

Anticipating the moment when the Death Size blade comes down on me, I try to prevent that impact at all with the Devil's Sword as my shield, even as I know it rests.

And Ray swung the death size, and that blade approached the man...

"That's it!

A loud voice echoed into the room on the verge of the contact between the Death Size blade and the man's Devil's Sword.