Legend

"Ray, get up. It's not time."

In that voice comes the consciousness of Ray, who was falling to the bottom of his sleep.

And what I saw in Ray's sight with his eyes open was Dwarf's bearded face.

"... brasso"

"Uh-huh. It's about time we woke you up in the right time for the night raid."

"Grrrrrrrr"

To Brasso's words, Seto roars in the back of his throat just because he can't wait to fight. The roar also echoes in Ray's ears through Seto's soft belly, which Ray was pillowing.

"What happened to Fron?

Patti, look around as you hear the sound of a burning fire called Patti. I couldn't see Fron sleeping here with us.

"Oh, if it's Fron's guy, I'll be getting ready for a lot of sleep. Damn, I don't think a woman smells like trouble!

Without saying it out to the end, Brasso is hit directly in the head by a branch of a tree thrown from the darkness. Fron shows up from the woods surrounded by darkness watching such a brasso.

"Damn, it's a good idea to make fun of a woman. Come on. No, you rock."

"Grr... that's why we don't throw tree branches"

While keeping his head down, Brasso hits himself in the head and picks up a branch of a tree that fell to the ground and throws it into the burning fire.

"I hope this is okay when it comes to this idiot... it's time, but what's the problem?

Fron asks Ray as he checks on the long sword pulled out of his waist.

I smiled at the way it looked, and Ray nodded small.

"I don't have a problem with this one. Well, suppose we eat lightly, then we go and eradicate both harpies quickly."

Ray removes a giant pot from the mistering while telling him to be nothing. The pot was a simmering dish bought out of every pot in the dining room before leaving the city of Gilm. At the same time, take out the dishes for soup, spoons, and balls to separate the stewed dishes and serve them for the number of people.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

The aromatic fragrance of the simmering dish drifts to the surrounding area, ringing his throat all the time that Seto wants it for himself too.

"Look, it's hot, so watch it."

Ray offers a dish with a large serving of meat because of Ceto's portion. By then, both Fron and Brasso had drummed their tongues at the dishes they were given.

"Delicious. It would be great if we could drink now."

"Oh, delicious. I didn't expect to be able to eat such hands-on food when I was at night camp.... Hey, I've got an item box, Ray. Various, damn it.... but Brasso. No booze."

"Well, it's going to be a fight, so I don't care if it's just a glass of sight."

"What are you going to do if Ray gets drunk like he did before? Damn."

While exhaling, sufficiently simmering to carry the flavor-dyed meat and vegetables to your mouth, Fron nodding satisfactorily.

"Even if you do night camp on a request or something, it's good morale to be able to eat solid, warm, freshly made dishes like this. Motivating."

"I don't know. Meals are important to the military, and what Fron says is not a mistake."

"... I don't feel particularly uncomfortable because it's normal for me to have an item box at night..."

Like two too envious, unexpectedly grumbling Ray. Then, at the next moment, I can turn my gaze from two people, Fron and Brasso.

"Ray, you are so much more than the other adventurers just saying you have this item box...... that's the A and H grades. No, it's more than a blessing."

"Right. In fact, there's no doubt that a magic item called this item box that doesn't need to have luggage is worth what Fron says it is.... Ray himself doesn't seem so aware."

You decide that the situation is unfavourable as it is, you cheek the meat that is simmering to the point where it snaps with a spoon - not sure what meat it is - into your mouth, you feel it unravel into fiber, swallow it, and then open your mouth again.

"By the way, how do regular adventurers cook and stuff at night? As you know, I basically act solo, and even if I organize a party, it's mostly temporary, and I still use the item box. I'm not sure what a normal adventurer eats like."

You're deluded. They were two Fron and Brasso pointing their gaze at Ray like that, but eventually opened their mouths as Fron spooned up the stewed potatoes.

"Basically, that's baked and hardened bread for preservation. Soften it with water or hot water.... If you have a face at the party that is good at hunting, you can get wild birds and wildlife and bake them and eat them. Yeah, and if I knock down a monster on the road later, I'll cook that meat and eat it. But that's only when you're really lucky, right? When I say monsters, for example, goblins that come out good don't stink of meat and eat them. Besides, it's rare to say that some people have salt to season."

"... don't you mind if I carry about some salt?

Ray unintentionally asks Fron. In fact, some mysteries contain a wide variety of spices that can be purchased in the city of Gilm...

(I guess I shouldn't mention that in this situation)

"I also understand that you do have an opinion to say that. In fact, if it's about a bottle of salt, don't take a lot of luggage. Then it is not uncommon for the weight difference of one bottle to divide life and death if you take it from the one being requested. Therefore, at least the warriors are minimizing their baggage."

Brasso's words include inclusion as an elderly person advising young people. But...

"You always bring booze for that."

That one word from Fron ruined it.

"It's a hustle! Alcohol and salt are separate!

You finish your meal in about 10 minutes even though you say so, and store all the pots and finished dishes that still contain plenty of contents inside the mistering.

"Okay. So we're both ready?

Ray nodding at Brasso's words, Fron. Seto replies by ringing in the back of his throat.

Each hand already holds its own weapon and can handle it whenever a monster jumps out of the woods at night.

"Okay, let's go. It's already midnight and Harpy's probably asleep."

"I don't mind that... but how do you attack me? You're knocking down one harpy at a time on the outside of the nest?

"I don't mean to, but is there any other idea?

Brasso asks, hanging sand on the incineration to get warm and extinguishing the fire. Ray nods small as he sees how it goes.

"Oh. I don't know if you know, but I'm not a pure warrior, I'm a magic warrior. It also specializes in the magic of fire...... yeah. Thanks to you, I can only use some of the wind magic."

"... I mean, when you tap the Lord's magic into Harpy's nest?

Stop the work of extinguishing the fire and turn your gaze to Ray as a skilled adventurer rather than a soothing atmosphere until earlier.

"Oh. It's the summit of the mountain where the harpy nest is, isn't it? Then you don't have to worry about extending it."

"Hmmm...... well. Sure, if it works..."

He was a brasso looking toward Chirali and the summit of the mountain, where Fron pinches his mouth.

"No, no, no. Brasso, you forgot what the miners told you? Though you said the mountain would wind down from the summit to the foot at night. If you use the magic of fire in a place like that, look. If you miss any control, you're not going to be in a mountain fire.... No, it's your word if it's the worst mountain fire you can do. Thanks to the fire, the mine is useless. What penalties will you receive from your guild"

"... bye. I can't use the magic of the flames because there's more to it than blowing down winds. I'm sorry, but don't use massive magic to finish one by one."

"But... that doesn't mean we can't have all the harpies? Even though we're going to clear it off the edge, we'll definitely be on our way."

"So what if, like Fron said, the wind blows down and there's a mountain fire?

To Brasso's words, Ray to silence.

(Certainly the liberation of this mine is the biggest reason to get rid of Harpy's nest this time. Massive magic is awkward considering that.... Damn, I can handle it without the wind blowing down)

"Okay. Let's just get to that harpy nest. If we go that far, we might come up with some good means."

"... well, fine. Then, as I said, we will make mine safety a top priority, and if there is a chance of a mountain fire, we will proceed in a direction that does not use the massive magic of flames."

"Oh. I got it around there."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr?"

I guess I felt sorry for your reply to Brasso. Seto okay? But I rub my head on like I said.

"What, never mind. Besides, this time I'm not a solo, I'm a temporary party member of a crushed warrior. I'll follow the leader's instructions."

Ray grins as he scratches Seto's head with coldness.

"Well, if you do act solo, you can do exactly what you think you do. But now Ray is part of our crushing warrior, like I said myself.... and we're quite skilled adventurers even when we look like this. You'll have a little place to apprentice."

"I'm too skilled to be close to a mature woman."

"Shut up, Jizzy. I'll tear you apart in two."

That moment when the word mature worked. There was a figure of Fron waving the sword he had heavily. Fron staring at Brasso while emitting something half-killer.

In that way, just as Brasso seeps a cold sweat in his forehead, he goes back a little bit.

"Wow, I'm sorry. Sure enough, Noon said too much. Though he knows that Fron is still active and young."

"... there's no next time, Jizzy drunk."

He stares at Brasso with a sinister eye and takes a big, deep breath.

"Look, you two are on your way to the top of the mountain. If you're talking to a dawn here, it's a shame."

……

He was a brasso who seemed to say something to Fron, but the next time he said something extra, this time the sword could really wave down. I whisper because I felt such instinctive fear.

Ray similarly observes silence again, and Seto shuts up again about how he felt about Ray like that.

And stay ahead of Fron, going up the mountain path in the order of Brasso, Ray and Seto.

From the time of entering the mountain to the mine, it had become a natural path thanks to the consolidation of the miners, but there was hardly anyone going in or out from here on out, so there was no road-like path. Is there such a place as Beast Road?

Three and one go down such a road.

"Shit, tree branches and spreads are depressing!

Fron shakes the sword he has and cuts off anything that stands in his way to walk. This kind of role should be done by Brasso, who is physically fit, but even after Brasso cuts it off, the difference in tall height between the two makes it a hassle twice because Fron also has to cut off what gets in his way to walk.

Still, you should just say Rank C Adventurer. If you are a normal person who is not an adventurer, you will go through the mountains at a rate that is not strange to lose your strength... Eventually you will see the summit in about an hour.

"... Seto, it's different"

Fron looks at Seto like he was impressed while wiping the sweat he blew because he had cut his way this far with a cloth handed to Ray.

It's supposed to be monster time. That, too, has many monsters that become more violent than during the day. And it is in the mountains that Fron and the others are currently present. Normally, you can't imitate climbing mountains with little or no raids like this.

... Still, a few low-ranking monsters have hit me like I can't feel Seto's strength.

Only a low ranked monster, its meat doesn't taste like an unsavory ceto either. For this reason, after cutting off the demon stone, the material, and the crusade proof site, I threw it off to the spot... it would probably fit in the stomach of another monster by now.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Leave it to me, Seto ringing in the back of his throat all the time. I grinned relying on that voice and cut out the bush...

"I see it."

We finally arrived at the top of the mountain.