Legend

That cabin near the slam. The neighborhood is not exactly a district yet called Slam, but there are still few original streets because of the location. If that's the night, you can say there's hardly anyone there. In the meantime, the Rays, who found the target cabin, quickly head to that cabin.

"... it sure is lame. If anything, it's going to collapse soon."

Brosso squeaks when he sees the exterior of the cabin. Fron snorted silently that the same was true again.

"Well, I've been working out a lot to keep people away."

Mult returns his words to those two and reaches for the cabin door. Mult pushing clockwise with the upper right, lower right, lower left, upper left and upper left of the door. Then I immediately hear a noise called kachi.

"I see, the rigging door."

Ray whines as he was impressed that this would certainly not be open to those who know nothing.

Mult opens the door with a grin specializing in how it looks.

It was a lightly opened door because of the prescribed procedure, but it was quite a high ranking… it was also a trick door made by bandits who had nothing to do with the Azot Chamber of Commerce. Ignore the trick and try not to open the door first, if you really want to open it, you just have to do your best to destroy the door...... not so many people will see how the cabin is tedious and make that decision. There's no point in destroying the door and collapsing the cabin, and there's no reason why there should be anything to look out for in the first place.

"Uh,... Seto's bad, but outside, please"

Compare the entrance to the door to Seto and mult groans with sorrow.

"Gru."

It's always the case that you can't take it to Ceto and go inside the building. When there is no particular objection, it just rings small and rolls into the shadow of the building.

Seto, don't ask for perimeter alert.

We call out to Seto like that, and we go inside the cabin together.

(Multo's attitude toward Seto is softer because he was helped near Pamidor's workshop.)

Ray grinned with a small smile as he shrugged inside.

"... so where are the key galahats and guys?

That was the first sound of Brasso entering the cabin.

Somehow I heard you were in the cabin. I can't see Galahat anywhere, and I can't help it because it's gallant.

"Just give me a minute, please"

But when he sees inside such a cabin, Mult reaches down to the floor that was under the barrel to do some manipulation, especially after he moves the barrel with the garbage placed in the corner of the room without panic. Then, at the next moment, a part of the floor moved sideways with the sound of Gacon, and a staircase leading to the basement appeared where it was hidden by the floor.

"Whatever. Well. It wasn't unexpected."

On the stairs that showed up, Brasso whining like he was somewhere frightened. Next to it, Fron is nodding in the wind that the same is true again, looking at the only trick that was blocking the stairs that only Ray seemed intrigued to lead underground.

"Somehow it's a safe house. You don't know when or what's out there, do you? It's him, just in case."

"... just in case, if I were to create a trick like this here, it would have cost me a fortune."

Of course there's the possibility that I made it with two Mult and Galahat who know this place, but that would take too long. If you asked someone with specialized skills, it would cost more than just a trick like this. That's what I thought and asked, Brasso, but Multo shakes his head small.

"No, the only thing that helped me make this trick was the minimal expense because he told Mr. Galahato he used to take care of me. It would have been affordable for Mr. Galahat to pay for that minimum."

He was a proud mult, but eventually he realized it wasn't the other way around. Step into the stairs stretching underground.

"Then it's quick, but we're going. There must be Mr. Galahat in the room ahead."

I nod at the words and go down the stairs.

I guess I just couldn't afford to turn on the lights in the middle of the stairs. Or maybe I didn't put it on because it's a short distance. We descend the stairs in such darkness that the next moment the floor that just descended closes again and the surroundings are enveloped in darkness.

"Hey, I guess you're gonna be okay?

Because it was in that condition, Fron asks Mult if he has just gotten anxious, but he just nods that there is nothing wrong with it... At the next moment he opens his mouth to remind me that he doesn't know if he can nod because he is surrounded by darkness.

"No problem. It's a trick where the floor automatically closes when nothing weighs down around the stairs. When you get out of this basement, there's a switch on the stairs, near the floor that's now closed, so you can push it."

"... I guess it's true. I'm sorry you got locked up in such a dark place, huh?

"Come on. There's something unexpectedly feminine about Fron, like being afraid of the dark."

"Shut up, drunk. I was originally a woman."

No, I'm not drunk right now.

While we talk like that, we'll be down the stairs in less than a minute. Then only one door existed in front of me.

It is not, of course, a splendid door, as it is in the Lords' Hall, but a very ordinary door, as it is everywhere.

"Here."

Mult groans like that for just one word and knocks on the door.

"Mr. Galahat, are you there? It's Mult."

"... you have someone with you?

I guess I felt signs of someone other than Mult. A voice returns from across the door asking in surprise.

This is a safe house known only to Galahat and Mult, so it must have been a long time before we brought anyone but ourselves to the place. Mult answers Galahat's question with such a question after taking a small, deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have enough power over here... I asked for help on my own"

"... well. Still more powerful than your brother."

When you hear a grunt exhaling, the door opens as the unlocked sound of a chatter echoes around you. And he showed up from the inside showing how difficult it was to move, but he was nevertheless the figure of Galahat standing on his feet properly.

(Heh, did you really recover to this point in a few days from that injury? I don't know if it's potion or restorative magic, but medical technology in this world isn't a fool either)

Ray whines like he was heartily impressed. But Galahat unwittingly stiffens when he sees Ray gazing at himself.

"Re, Ray!?

"Oh. That's what Mult said earlier, wasn't it? You hired a helper. That's me.... me and these guys to be exact"

Offset your body so that you can see two figures, Brasso and Fron.

But as for Galahat, that's not the case. Anyway, it's Ray right in front of me. Yes, someone who should have declared that there would be no next for Bornter. The fact that the person is in front of you...

"Multo!"

Galahat reflexively raising his voice of reprimand to Mult.

But that wasn't impossible either. In the first place, Galahat's decision to defy his brother, who was so obedient, was also made in order to protect Bornter from the person in front of him, who, despite being pronounced devoid of it for the second time, had once again calculated to give Ray a glimmer within the day he felt the fear of death. You have to pull your brother out of the throne of power in order to manage to protect his life from the person standing in front of you. That's why I decided to flip the anti-flag against my brother, who was so neglected. Yet the person who caused it is in front of us. Mult's actions are nothing but clear betrayal if you try Galahat.

If those five bodies had remained healthy, they might have pulled out the sword that was lowering to their hips. Because even though I feel so angry, I don't get hurt any worse, so if I do that in front of Ray, he might be seen as hostile.... and a glimmer of hope that maybe. There were no different kinds of emotions, and Galahat stopped his hand.

Stay put for a few seconds. Eventually Galahat opens his mouth softly.

"Ray, you noticed the chocolate your brother put out here, didn't you? That you came here after finding out about it... killing your brother as declared?

"... Well, I don't know. But I've already reported this to Uncle Larks, Lord of the City of Gilm."

"Huh!?

A breathtaking galahat, to that word, which was said to be salutary. Next to Ray, Mult has another equally startling look.

"Even as lords of this city, it's troublesome that the Azotto Chamber of Commerce is divided into the likes of Bornter. I understand implicitly, but I have permission to kill him."

"Master Dusker?"

I can't believe it...... no, you didn't want to believe it. I want you to tell me it's a lie. He was a galahat who turned his gaze to Brasso and Fron with those eyes, but he gives a look of despair when he sees two people who were actually on the spot shaking their necks silently, left and right.

In the meantime, Pottori and Ray mutter.

"Well, as Larks Borderline Uncle, I guess that would be fine if the meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce weren't replacing it with such a nasty imitation as it has been so far"

"Is that true!?

It was Galahat, who looked up in hope at Ray's words, but that was also until he heard the next word.

"I guess that's okay as a lord of this city. But this is true in a situation where days have not passed despite the threat that there will be no next time. What are you gonna do about it?

"... well, that's... the next time you try to do something, I'll stop you"

"You've heard that before. I took your word for it then and I put the spot away, but so what happened to Bornter? Finished my request and came back to this city today, and when I went to the blacksmith's workshop, the weapons dealer told me not to sell any merchandise to me?

Ray pinching words along the way without letting Galahat say it to the end. I couldn't even say it back as a galahat, just because it was true.

Instead, it was Mult who spoke out. Proceed forward and open your mouth in front of Ray to shelter Galahat.

"Wait. With regard to the arms dealer, Mr. Galahato made up his mind while he was unconscious in your attack. I couldn't have done anything to stop Mr. Galahat."

"What's wrong with that? I conditioned Bornter not to have it a second time and only allowed it once. It was Galahat who accepted it. Then, naturally, the blame would be on Galahat, wouldn't it? Even if I was unconscious and in the meantime I had a conversation going on... you think I'd be convinced to say that?

"Oh, that!

He was also a mult trying to recruit, but Galahat grabs his shoulder and stops.

"No, fine. Sure Ray is right. You promised me you wouldn't let me out any more, and then suddenly you broke it. It's on me."

"Mr. Galahat......"

As for Mult, I don't care what happens to Bornter, I guess he feels rather good. But as a result, I can't even agree with Ray that way, given the shock that Galahat admires his brother.

Ray opens his mouth as he sighs watching those two.

"... fine. I promise I won't take Bornter's life. So convince me."

"What about life?

"Oh. Life is."

He nods toward Galahat, who asks him to confirm. 'I will not take life', which is tantamount to declaring that I will take anything but life. That's why I've asked Galahat to confirm it, too.

"Are you sure?

"Right. This is my biggest concession proposal. If you don't even acknowledge this, I'm going to go get Volnter on my own without your help. Naturally, unlike when I cooperated with you, I'm sure there will be a lot of trouble, but Uncle Larks has given me a tacit understanding of the area. You'll be spared the worst things like getting bounty necked."

(Though... instead, there will be some kind of demand)

Ray whining inside.

The fact is, if that happened, Dusker would happily take a lot more action to take Ray into the city of Gilm than to say his... That too, don't let Ray himself understand that as much as he can. Because as an individual named Ray, I believe that's all the power is worth.

…………

Galahat listens to Ray and thinks silently for about a minute. And eventually I open my mouth as if I had decided to do something.

"Okay. Let's have a full drink of Ray's opinion."

That's what I told him with a bitter, bitter look on his face.