Legend

"Wow! This place is amazing! No, is Ray awesome in one way or another!?

Instead of the usual voice of drunken cheerful excitement, Brasso shows Ray and Fron the ore and thoughts he had with a kind of impatient face. It is the ore that shines slightly in light red that is held in its hands. If Ray had the power to sense magic, he would have sensed the magic of the corresponding fire. But Ray, who lacks the ability, looks at Fron and then asks.

"What's that?

"Flame ore, flame ore!

Flame Ore. Hearing its name, Ray remembers what the Brassos asked him about in the guild.

Mines in this mountain. It is a kind of magic metal that was heard to be able to be mined in the mine.

"What's wrong with that? You can take it in a mine in this mountain, right? I don't think it's surprising that it's in this cave."

"No! No, I'm not wrong, but fundamentally... but...?

He holds up the flame ore he had and stops Brasso from moving as he tried to open his mouth. At the end of that gaze is a honeycomb structure wall behind the cave, on stalactites growing several from the ceiling of the great hall.

"... then it's stupid. Why are there wind stone crystals here... and so much so? And over there is E, Emerost Ore...?

Ray and Fron tilt their necks, not knowing what they were talking about, at the look of Brasso squeaking like a flash.

Still, for the first time in a long time, Brasso draws his knowledge from Zeppyre's memory by deciding that the name he whined about would be some kind of metal.

(Windstone crystal. Ore produced all year long, multiplied by hundreds of years in places where the wind keeps blowing without stopping? The magic of the wind is half-materialized by some influence, which melts and grows from the ceiling like stalactites. Very useful as a material for magic items such as weapons and protective equipment, as well as for alchemy.... I see. It's a treasure at last)

I groan inside and gaze at the stalactites hanging from the ceiling...... no, windstone crystals. If it takes hundreds of years to be made, it certainly won't be something to worship.

The next thing I looked at was the honeycomb structure wall that the Harpies would have used as a nest.

(Emerost Ore. A rare ore that absorbs the magic full of nature and gives it to those who are touching it.... Heh. Sure this is awesome. Finally, just wearing it increases the speed of magic recovery? You should also take for granted that the harpies were nesting)

"I see, Emerost ore in windstone crystals? I've heard it from my master, but this is the first time I've actually seen it in my eyes."

Fron turns his gaze to Ray, who squeals like he's impressed.

"You know what?

It's just a story.

Nodding to Fron's words, he explains the knowledge he drew from Zeppyre's memory.

Having heard that explanation, Fron looked at those two ores as impressed.

Don't go so far as to be ecstatic...... Ray opens his mouth as if he was somewhat clapped out, thinking he would be more pleased.

"I thought you'd be happier."

"No, I know it's amazing... but it doesn't mean it's ours."

"Huh? No?

Unexpectedly, Ray listens back to Fron's words whispered casually. In contrast, Fron just nods naturally at it.

"That's right. This mountain itself belongs to Larks Border Uncle, right? Including that mine that caused me to come to the Harpy Crusade this time... dude. Try plundering precious treasures from the mountains that belong to such lords. What do you see when it's known? But even Larks Border Uncle's ruling territory is borderline in a literal sense. No matter how many lords say they are legitimate nobles if they run to private lust in such a place... no, they are legitimate nobles, so they should be tightly controlled around them."

"... is that what you say?"

"Oh. At least if it was a mountain where there are no mines in this mountain and no one's hands are entirely in it, it would have been different.... so! When it comes to Brasso, don't even think about stealing the flame ore in his hand!

In Fron's voice, Brasso, who was blinded by windstone crystals and emerost ore, is vicious.

(I guess this guy thought it was awkward or something)

Ray turns his gaze to the flame ore that Brasso seems to hold dear, and smiles bitterly without thinking about its hasty appearance.

"Beh, I don't think so! Well, more than that. This flame ore is amazing. I've been looking into some of the minerals around me, and maybe this flame ore was just produced yesterday as a substitute."

"Yesterday?"

Hearing the words, Fron turns his gaze to Ray.

That would be the case, too. Flame ore is a substitute for flame magic enclosed in ore. And it was generated yesterday. Then there's only one thing I can think of.

Ray opens his mouth so that he is pushed by Fron's gaze.

"I mean... you think my magic yesterday produced that flame ore?

Take it off if you can. Ray asked as he thought so, but Brasso naturally makes me just nod.

"There's nothing else. Non is not so familiar with magic, but perhaps the magic Ray knocked into this cave yesterday had the magic of an out-of-digit flame. By chance, it was sealed in the ore by some action to create this flame ore."

"... I mean, that with Ray, you can make as many flame ore as you want?

Fron puts the question that Ray himself felt into his mouth, but Brasso shakes his head small.

"Like I said, Ray's magic certainly caused this flame ore. But it's only one cause. It's just a pile of accidental elements."

"So you're saying that if I use magic like last night again, I can't do flame ore?

"Probably, yeah. However, if anyone with any knowledge of magic metals can see that this flame ore was produced very recently. When that happens, it is naturally the Harpy crusader who was here… Ray is the only one who can use magic, because if you look in the guild, you will soon find out.... um, I'm in trouble."

(I mean, if you do it badly, it's possible that I could be captured to produce flame ore in the long run. Then……)

"Maybe we should meet Uncle Larks Borderline once and give him an explanation before this gets weird."

"No, that's certainly true... do you have a handout? You know you want to see your lord, and you can't see him right away, right?

Brasso sighs as he strokes his bearded jaw.

But towards such a brasso, Ray nods with a grin. Somehow the lord asked me to nominate him for the dungeon, so I have a good idea.

"Probably. Anyway, you should get back to the city of Gilm as soon as possible and talk to your lord. … with regard to material stripping from the harpy…"

"If it's in your item box, it won't rot, will it? Then we'd better get rid of that problem as soon as possible."

"Are you sure?

"What, it's not just for Ray. Sure, Ray's magic may have caused the flame ore, but that doesn't mean we're not in any trouble."

Brasso nods again at Fron's words as well.

"Right. If you're going to rot, you should strip the material faster, but now you should do something about this one early. Just because you think you might be able to freely create a flaming ore is a good reason to do something about Ray."

Skinny idiots of greed. The words made Bornter's face come to mind behind Ray's brain.

(That said, I threatened you that far. Yeah, I don't think so. I don't think so.)

If you're saying you're threatened that far and still interfere with yourself, you can say that's brilliant. If you think it is an action based on the declaration that there will be no next time, you will be risking your life for it. With that in mind, I reach for the flame ore that Brasso has.

"Even if I were to meet Larks Borderline Uncle, I would need some proof. What if I take this?"

"Mm?... umm. Well, I can't help it."

Touch the flame ore that shines in light red, provided by Brasso in a tannic manner, and store it in the mysterious ring.

"Well, shall we just go down the mountain?... No, is there something about me riding Seto first?

I groan with my gaze toward the exit that leads out, near Emerost Ore.

But it was Fron who shook his head at the words.

"Sure, that might be nice if you're fighting for a minute and a second, but now you don't need to rush that far. We're the only ones who know this cave so far. Then you'd better come with me because it'll take a minute for Seto to have to repel the monster raid when he's gone and down the mountain. If we go back to the city of Gilm, we'll be there by evening."

"Well, it would be helpful if you did that as a non.... or it would be best if Seto could carry all three of them..."

Brasso's, I shook my neck sideways at some kind of question I expected.

"No, there's basically only one person who can ride Seto, two lighter and smaller people even if they work hard."

That said, I turn my gaze to two people, Brasso and Fron.

Brasso is dismissed without question. Ground shaking hammer, a giant hammer of magic items in the muscles specific to the Dwarves.

In terms of the weight of the weapon, the death size is overwhelmingly higher, but does it have the effect that it was created by the same warcraft technique? For Seto, the death size is not as good as Ray's... but still seems to have some weight loss effect, and he doesn't feel that heavy, so there is no problem.

Speaking of Fron, he's a little taller than Ray, about 170cm tall, only a warrior, and he has quite a few muscles. And the leather armor is quite heavy in some places where metal is used as reinforcement.

Observe those two a little...... Ray shaking his head small.

"You can't."

"Anyway, is Fron here too?... Oh, that's all I weigh!

Without making me say it to the end, Fron's sword is swinging down quickly and screaming in Brasso's brain.

Fortunately, the sword would have stuck in the sheath. If it had been pulled out of the sheath, Brasso's body would have been split from left to right by now. It was a blow with so much momentum.

"Gu, Gu... Nah, what do you do all of a sudden... then..."

He was Brasso, who turned behind with anger, but there was Fron with a still more angry look than he was. Brasso's anger can vanish instantly at that appearance.

"Brasso. You have a good nerve telling a woman about her weight. No, he's just a Dwarf brave man. You're the only one who has the courage to take the wrath of every woman in the world."

"Yes, no. I don't mean to..."

Chira, Chira, and Brasso looked to Ray for help, but with Fron's anger in his eyes, Ray slowly missed his gaze and overcame the rescue request.

"... it's time, okay?

Complete the placement on Brasso and speak to Fron, who has regained some calm.

Still, I guess I spoke out somewhere discreet because Fron was filled with anger when he talked about his weight so much.

"... oh yeah. The punishment will be enough for now. The rest will be slowly, slowly and thoroughly engraved with the word delicacy after this."

(Still not enough?)

I turn my pitiful gaze at Brasso, who is in a glocky state, and I still get out of the cave with both of them without saying anything in particular about understanding that misfortune comes to me too when I get involved.

"Grrrrrrrr?"

Seto, wary of monster raids outside the cave, approached with a throat rattling gladly as he saw three people coming out of the cave.

"Looks like nothing unusual happened."

With such a stroke of Seto's head, he tells him so to distract himself from his disposition to Brasso.

In fact, there were no new monster carcasses outside the cave, and I guess that was also evident from Seto's own appearance of being somewhere bored.

"Seto, my plans have changed a bit. Instead of stripping material from Harpy, I had to meet Uncle Larks Borderline first in the city of Gilm."

"Gru?"

To Seto, who is tilting his neck, that flame ore was found inside the cave. And that flame ore tells us that the magic unleashed by Ray last night was caused.

"So if you stay like this, it's possible that the guy with the sticky skin of greed will give you a glimpse. Before that happens, I have to tell you that this case is only a coincidence. Fortunately, some dwarves are familiar with the ore."

He leaves the cave and finally turns his gaze to Brasso, who is demodulating.