Legend

The day after his first meeting with Custe in the Lords' Hall, as promised, Ray was on his way to the main entrance before the 9: 00 a.m. bell rang.

"Gru."

Naturally, Seto is with us.

As usual, residents and adventurers of the city approach us as we walk along the boulevard with Seto, but precisely because today we have the purpose of welcoming the Duke's Lady, we are heading to the main entrance with only a short greeting rather than a firm opponent, as usual.

"Oh, Mr. Ray. Could you be a part of those people, too?

When I give my guild card to Langa as usual in front of the main gate to the obedient devil's necklace, that's how I can speak up.

When Langa turned her gaze toward those who were looking at the words with them, there was the figure of Custe, captain of Elaine's escort unit, in Dusker, the lord of the city of Larks here in Gilm. Naturally, not only those two people, but also the escorts and accompanying people are present in dozens. Dusker was wearing the luxurious clothes the lord deserved, and Custe was also wearing armor that was inferior to the previous day but still seemed luxurious at a glance.

Anyway, the armor that Custe had been using until the day before had been wielded and destroyed by Ray himself, so the armor that Custe was wearing now was probably something he had prepared rapidly.

(Still, should I say that the financial strength to be able to prepare that level of armor is just right)

It would certainly be inferior to what Ray destroyed yesterday in terms of appearance, but the fact that Ray's eyes are drawn to it is probably a magic item.

"So?"

I nod small at Langa, who asks me as I return my guild card.

It's not a mistake.

"I knew it. I just don't think it's a good idea to say anything far-fetched because that Custe guy seems to have a lot of pride."

To advise you so, I could have predicted that Custe would have caused some noise even in front of this main entrance.

... However, that advice was too late if I tried to make Custe a ray that was literally beating him up the day before.

"That was a little late."

"Oh, really?

"Oh, there was a little yesterday."

That's all I say. When I receive my guild card, I walk away with Dusker, who is nearby since leaving the main entrance with Seto, for Custe.

And the faces that were near Dusker would be reflective looking at Seto, putting up swords and spears that he had in his hand. The same was true of Custe, who quickly set up the spear in his hand.

"Stop it!... Sorry, Ray. These are my escorts, too."

Dusker, who drank a drink to those around him, calls out to Ray as he smiles bitterly.

"No, I'm sorry I didn't even call you."

"Gru?"

What's the matter with you? But to Ceto tilting his little neck, he strokes his head as he shook his head that it was nothing.

Then Seto leaks the squeal in the back of his throat with joy.

"Hmm, you miss it a lot. That's exactly what I was talking about."

Dusker groans like he was impressed, glancing at the man beside him with chills.

There he was, a middle-aged man who made him feel the strength of his built muscles and will. I don't know Ray, but he's a man named Tremma, who's vice president of the Knights Defending the City of Gilm.

The trend speaks to Ray with an understanding of his own master, Dusker's gaze.

"Lord Ray, I'm interested in monsters even when they look like this. That griffon if you like... Did you say Ceto or something? Would you mind if I touched you?

(... I see you really want to see if Seto is following me. I'm sure Dusker, the lord, would like to see for himself, but from a position of position, that's difficult, so you're asking a trustworthy subordinate?

Ray nodded toward the trend when he understood the general flow of communication in that exchange.

"Oh, no problem. If you just stroke it normally, you won't have a problem.... if you just stroke it normally. But remember, when humans get hit, they don't like Griffon."

With Ray's words, Dasker also understands that Ray has understood his purpose, and he turns his attention to the trend again.

The eye-catching trend was to stroke Seto's back just as hard as Ray said.

"Well, that's the Griffon you're proud of. I see. It's a brilliant griffon indeed."

It was Custe who had pinched his mouth where Tremma had left off. In words, I compliment you, but there is still a light in its eyes that looks down on Ray.

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

Seto also rattles in the back of his throat in a grumpy manner as to whether he felt it.

"Unfortunately, Seto doesn't like you."

"You are? Who are you listening to in a civilian way..."

"Lord Custe, let us get there. And Ray. You two are going to throw a party tomorrow to try the dungeon. What are we going to do with it now that we're making a difference?"

It was Custe who tried to put up a demon spear aggressively on Ray's attitude, but reluctantly on Dusker's words but put it away.

At the same time, Ray also holds back Seto, who was about to strike again.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto ringing in the back of his throat dissatisfied, but when Ray held me down, I had to swallow that dissatisfaction.

… although it remained its sharp gaze on Custe.

And having faced that gaze from the front, Custe only for a moment, but he does stop that movement.

I notice that, pounding my tongue in my mouth just so I don't hear it around me and whining inside.

(You mean you learned fear for a moment like the monster I'm being tamed to? It's unpleasant to say how many rank A monster griffons are. Neither does a guy like Ray, his owner, know how to be polite to the nobility at the civilian level... and I didn't know you had to bring all these lowlifes under Master Elaine... they're unpleasant people to make)

Watch how Custe does that, and Ray whines inside again.

(It's called the goblin's amber, it's called the night darkness star, it's called the alogan, it seems I'm destined to be liked by the guys in this hand. Well, when it comes to alogan, it eventually got a little better)

"Gru?"

What are you doing? I shake my head and stroke my head, saying nothing, to Ceto rubbing my head like that.

If it were meant to be, it would be fine to give the dried meat that is inside the mysteries, but I am currently waiting for the arrival of the Princess General with the lords of this city, so I can't exactly imitate it like that. Instead, he stroked his head so that he could relieve Seto.

Dusker discusses his work somehow with his men, and Custe stares silently at the other side of the street as if to pray.

When that condition lasted for about 30 minutes. I saw a carriage gradually coming this way from the end of the street.

Custe, who saw it, was taking against Ray. The arrogant attitude completely disappears and gives him a joyful look, and Dasker, the head of the land, Larks Borderline Uncle, similarly exhales a breath of relief.

Anyway, being in charge of this land means that the scandal that happened here is the responsibility of Dusker. It would also be no surprise to see that if the symbolic figure of a faction in conflict with the faction to which he belongs were attacked by bandits and monsters and injured or killed, he was relieved to see that he had arrived safely because responsibility could go not only to himself but also to his men.

(Well, if you're a powerful man as General Princess's alias suggests, you can defeat him with no problem to the extent of a monster like him coming out on the street)

Dusker whines inside.

General Princess, its alias, which extends to the surrounding countries, boasts so many martial names.

Eventually Ray leaks an unexpected breath of admiration when he can firmly confirm the details of the carriage pulled by two warhorses.

"Well, that's a fine carriage."

To the words Custe moved his brow gently, for a moment. Turn your eyes to Ray like you were impressed just for a moment. … but soon, that gaze turned into something that looked down like before.

"Well, did you notice? That's great."

Dusker speaks to Ray as he was impressed.

Even though he is now a lord, he is originally a samurai field man. That's why I felt how magical a magic item the carriage approaching here was made with.

Even Ray noticed the fact because he had the same feeling of being attracted to his gaze as when he saw the magic item.

"Lord, what do you mean?

However, the proximity to the Lord's side is basically civilian, so they are negligent about magic items, and most people don't realize how much the carriage is, and ask their boss, Dusker, for that reason.

"You may not understand, but the carriage itself is a pretty powerful magic item."

"Is that true? For once, I can use magic, but I don't think that carriage is that much."

"I guess. That carriage is also given the effect of cover-up.... right, Ray?

Just like that robe of yours, Dusker makes it smell like wind.

(... Did you notice? That's what I should say)

Ray gives me a surprise look just because I didn't expect to see through the cover-up effect of the dragon robe made by Esta Knoll, who was said to be the best alchemist at the time.

It was Custe who turned his gaze to Chirali and Ray again to Dusker's words, but he didn't have time to say anything in particular because the carriage was already approaching him.

And then the carriage stops in front of Ray, Dasker, and Custe, and one man jumps from his throne.

Similar to his figure, a man with an atmosphere that seems to have some light character looks at Custe and waves gently before knocking on the carriage door.

Seeing how such a man was smiling bitterly, it was easy to understand that Ray also knew the man of the present man, the one who knew Custe.

(Besides, what I'm doing now... there was something going on somewhere in the bandit's culot. So that man is the bandit in the line of the Princess General?

"Dear Elaine, we have arrived in the city of Gilm."

"Uhm, thank you"

I hear voices from inside and the carriage door opens. The person who came out at the same time. The moment I see just one of those people, the shock runs to Dusker's men, or to those who watched him farther around the carriage wondering what was going on.

Blonde hair reflected the light of day as if it had been replaced with gold, and its face was as beautiful as most people on the scene had never seen before. Normally it may be described as like a doll, but its sharp eyes, which manifest their own will and strength of mind, prove that the person is a person. And even if it's wrapped in armor, it can't be hidden yet. That rich double hill would only be described as exactly fleshy. Moreover, when the person stepped down from the carriage to the ground, some noticed that the woman's gaze was so much the same as that of the men around her. Which means she's quite tall for a woman.

The men around you...... no, including the women, let's start with the beauty of the woman. Next on its rich double hills. And at the end of the day, its height blinds me.

Are you already accustomed to gathering your surrounding gaze for a woman, or looking around without paying particular attention... I notice the only one of those around the carriage who sends one gaze after another to the connecting sword or armor itself that is equipped on its hips rather than its face or body, or to prized equipment such as cloaks and shoes.

(Chuckles, funny)

The woman's interest was caught because the man - Ray - also wore the same Slapenil shoes as himself, wrapping himself in a robe that would be a pretty high-performance magic item. And more than anything else...

(Is he really human? This overwhelming magic, as if the magic itself were mortal. I didn't know there was such a person. Is that the border?)

I notice the magic Ray has, and admire it with all my heart. The expression magic is turning into a human being, was almost similar to what Firma, an oddly elf, felt for Ray.

And then Ray's gaze moves from Elaine's equipped magic item to that face.

Elaine similarly moves that gaze from Ray's equipped magic item to its face.

It was a real coincidence. It just so happens that Ray's gaze goes to Elaine. And Elaine's gaze is directed at Ray at the same time... the two gaze at each other.

……

"Huh!?

It's not like anything happened. That's really just the fact that you've got your gaze crossed.

But the moment Ray saw someone named Elaine for some reason, she had a small but unexpected look of surprise, and Elaine was breathtaking almost reflexively.

Just a few seconds from those around you. But if we looked at each other, we felt nanicas for an hour, or even just a moment, in each other's strange senses.