Legend

"Ghaaaa.................. ah?

Bornter accidentally screams with a compressed flame embedded in his body up to about 1 cm. But at the next moment, I realize that I don't feel any heat at all, and I unwittingly get up and check my own body.

Until a few seconds ago, it was Mult holding down Bolnter in Halvard, but I guess Ray's magic made him feel dangerous. I had already taken a distance from Bornter to see how things were going.

"... nothing, nothing?

Check the body, but no burns, no clothes, no burns. I'm pretty sure they used some kind of magic.

"What did you do to Non?!

I don't know, incomprehensible. That confusion easily raises blood to the head and consequently chooses short-circuited behavior.

Young man in front of him looking at himself with a death-size on his shoulder, as if he could even see trash... No, he waves his fist up reflexively against Ray, who seems to be able to express himself even with a boy...

"Huh!

Ray, who dodged a fist blow without difficulty, punches me in the stomach with a death-size pattern and punches me on the spot.

"Calm down. I'm not using any dying magic. It's magic, I guarantee it myself."

(Well, you're going to taste the intense pain of dying in a way that burns out your body every day at a different time, but you're not lying because you're still not actually going to die and if you're going to freak out, you're going to force me to recover.)

Squeeze inside, keep explaining.

"The flame embedded in you creates intense pain that burns out its body at a certain time.... let's just say that when it comes to that intense pain, if it is judged that your sins have been atoned for, you will be released."

"Become!"

Bornter to be stuck with Ray's words. How many sins have I ever committed in my life? Only to understand that, there is already only despair in that look.

Eyebrows unwittingly, whether it be Brasso or Fluoron again, or even more vicious than you might expect.

Still, I guess I don't complain about Ray because I understand how outrageous Bornter has been in his life so far.

"Physical suffering by interrogators and torture officers during the day. Mental pain like burning your body at night.... the result of your life. Taste it."

When I whine like that, one human jumps inside the reception room.

"Sir! Are you all right!

At the same age as Bornter, no, the old man, who also looks slightly older, walks into the room or no or looks around, staring at Galahat with a harsh gaze and yelling.

"Galahato! What disrespect to your gracious husband! Get to know yourself!

The scream of the old man in the butler's clothes echoed into the reception room, and most of those who were there accidentally frowned.

"Who is this guy?"

It was Mult who answered such a fron grunt.

Open your mouth with an abominable gaze at the old deacon.

"I'm the deacon of this mansion. Anything's been with Bolnter since I was a kid."

"... I see"

Fron with a convincing look at Mult's explanation.

Feels like I saw it. At my age, it's not that different from Bornter. I guess that butler literally grew up with him as a Bornter accompaniment. And...

(Is it because this guy was supposed to develop this character now that he could spoil it all he wanted?)

I couldn't easily imagine how I had grown up before, so I accidentally tongued.

Perhaps it would also be useful to glorify the Lord, but he has done so without a moment or little. It wasn't hard to imagine it that way if you looked at the way the Azotto Chamber of Commerce had done it so far and what it said and done when it came into this reception room.

"Galahat, what do we do with this guy? Hand it over to the Knights for once?

Understand how outrageous the magic used against you is, leave Bornter alone, unable to even move because of despair, and turn his gaze to the butler who is staring at Galahat with harsh eyes.

"Ah, oh. Right. Yeah. Is that a good idea?

Galahat is Galahat, and this one is flabbergasted to learn that his mother's illness, which was his biggest reason for admiring his brother, was a match-pump set up by Bornter in the first place. Perhaps you don't know exactly what you're running at yourself.

Ray sighs when he sees that and turns his gaze toward Mult.

"When Galahat looks like this, you'll be the one who knows the people in the Bornter mansion best. What do you think this butler should do?

"... right. It was Bornter's stomach, and I think he knows a lot about it."

"Bye. Even if it's a borderline city, few people know that the largest chamber of commerce in one city was connected to the Bestian Empire."

"Damn, haha. It's no use, it's no use. How many of them have captured me and the dolls there, and there are many others besides me who are putting a little light on this country. I'm only the tail of a lizard, the tip of an iceberg."

It was a postgella who was good at talking like that while tied up, but when most people on the spot noticed that they were looking somewhere cold, they pounded their tongues like they were clogged, and then turned that way.

(Fool or this guy. What are you gonna do if you tell us there's someone else lurking besides yourself?... No, either way I was in this city of Gilm, far from the border with the Bestian Empire. It's not hard to speculate that it's not weird to be in another city,)

There will be no brightness in this matter, but Ray could still have predicted that there would be a hunt within the Kingdom of Mireana for some time to come to find the hand of the Bestian Empire. The spy itself would not be uncommon, but it would be a different story if the Bestian Empire's men were to lurk right near the powerful.

"Do what! Let go, let go! You adventurers, don't touch me as Deacon of Volnter with your filthy hands!

"Yes, yes, it could be a thin, dirty hand... but if you tell that to yourself, and that to a woman, you'll just look me in the eye for nothing"

Fron, with a thin blue muscle on his forehead on the deacon's words, waves a long sword at the deacon's thick crotch. Were you aiming or simply forgetting that long sword wasn't pulled out of your sheath? Either way, the butler is hit hard in the thigh with a sheath and falls to the spot, rolling to the floor with a groan of pain.

And then...

"Right here!

A man in his 30s walking into the reception room screaming like that.

Again, as they were somewhere frightened, those who were in that room turned their gaze toward the door... and breathed relief when they saw there wearing the armor of a knight belonging to the Knights of the City of Gilm.

"Mm...?

Suddenly his gaze was focused on by those who were in the room, and he was a knight who sounded a moment confused, but opened his mouth as he looked around the room.

"Uh... explain the situation"

Perhaps the underserved who went to call brought him in with little explanation of the circumstances. The gaze of Fron and Brasso, who so decided, is directed toward Galahat, but there is still a Galahat that is somewhere in the mind that is not here.

"Mult, because Galahat is like that, your Lord explains it."

"Ah? Yeah, I get it. Well, can I leave you to Bolnter for a while, then?

"Uhm."

Brasso nodded and was Ray watching Mult approach the knight, but interrupt before.

"You got a minute before that?

"Hmm? You did come to see Master Dusker a few times... did you say Ray or something"

Luckily, he nodded small at the words of the man who seemed to know about Ray, gazing into the hole in the wall that was empty in the reception room.

"You can tell from the hole there that there are about two people down in the garden. You better make sure you get there as soon as you can."

"Why? I haven't heard the details yet, but I still don't think there are any more important people here than Volnter."

"Even if falling in the garden is arguably the secret weapon of the Bestian Empire?

"... what?

A knight who stops and asks back the move he was trying to make towards Bornter.

"I said it was the secret weapon of the Bestian Empire. To be precise…"

I tell you that much, Ray for a moment wondering if we can talk about the ritual of inheritance. But right around the corner, I decide I shouldn't say anything more far-fetched than postgella, who is also an alchemist for the Bestian Empire.

(You can only tell Larks Borderline Uncle later)

"He's like a chimera of people and monsters, created by the alchemists of the Bestian Empire"

"What!?

You must have understood how important Ray's words were. Hurry and peek into the garden through an empty hole in the wall.

At the end of that gaze were falling so that a woman with scales on her body and a presence clearly visible only to the monster from a distance, with her upper body covered in crab-like crusts and many tentacles stretched out of her lower body, next to which two griffons, Seto, watched.

"... sounds like Ray's right indeed. And you Bestian Empire alchemist. I didn't expect to get my hands on this kind of out-of-town means."

"Ha ha. What are you talking about? Failure in advancing technology is an accessory. No, we're going to undercover that failure and stretch the technology, right?

A knight who gazes at the Postgella voice that was tied up and looks frigid.

"What about this guy?

"What, you just told me? I'm what you call an outside road."

"Huh!? Alchemist of the Bestian Empire!?

A knight who reveals a more surprising look than he did when he saw Warcraft soldiers.

"This is... what do you mean?

"I mean, the Azot Chamber of Commerce..."

Ray groans that far, turning his gaze toward Galahat and saying again.

Bornter was connected to the Bestian Empire.

"... no, no, no! Non never thought he was the Alchemist of the Bestian Empire. I never betrayed the kingdom of Mireana!

I understood that he would be turned into a traitor if he stayed this way. That's what Bornter shouts, but nothing more than a post-guerra on this occasion was an excuse.

The knight, who was watching how it was, thought for a few seconds and sighed small, turning his gaze toward Mult.

"I'm sorry, but get me something to write about and some paper. I'm not the only one who can take care of this. I need to talk to my boss and Dusker. If I could, I'd go out and call it in person, but I'm not giving up this place."

"Ah, oh. I'm sure it was around there."

When he searched for Mult's said place, he came out with writing equipment and paper, and when he wrote a general circumstance such as the capture of the Alchemist of the Bestian Empire, he again sent the servants who were in the Mansion for use in the Lords' Hall.

After dropping off the hindsight, the knight turns to the Rays again.

"You'll let me know when my boss and support get here, but let me know what happened because I'm in a lot of trouble right now."

"Mr. Galahat is in that state, so from me..."

That's what I said, Multo, who talks about the reasons that led to this home commotion and its backdrop.

Ray listens to the story, and stores the Death Size into the Mystering and heads under Galahat, where one person is still stunned.

……

It was Galahat watching Ray approaching him with his eyes out of focus, but Ray, who was watching how it was, eventually grabbed his fist as he sighed.

"Come on...... get back to your sanity!

I don't mean it, but it's not that easy. In other words, a blow of extinguishing power would strike Galahat's belly if he were a normal human being.

"Gu!"

Galahat groaning and poking his knee to the floor. Grab both shoulders of such a galahat and force them to stand up.

"You knew best yourself how helpless Bornter was, didn't you? In fact, you've seen the guy who's been badly hit by him. That's how you escape reality when it's your turn?

A ray that strikes cheeks lightly but flat.

Having seen that forceful attitude, Mult tries to raise blood on his head and complain, but it can be stopped by two people, Brasso and Fron.

1, 2, 3, 4 degrees.

Every time, a light sound of pan, pan, and so on echoes around.

And gradually, but with Galahat's gaze in focus, he reached out and took Ray's arm.

"... it's all right now. I'm sorry, I made you worry."

"I'm not worried about anything. I may have caused this, but you're the one who actually took action. Take responsibility till the end."

"Oh. Right. A lot of unexpected things happened, but I did start this one. I guess it's up to me to take responsibility until the end."

Thus, although Galahat has not recovered knowing that he was betrayed and used by his beloved brother, he nevertheless manages to regain me and begin explaining to the knight with Mult.

The three of them, Ray, Brasso and Fron, were now done with their work, and they were just exhaling relief to see how it was going when they finally got some rest.