Legend

Seto is winging and flying at a rate that looks like he's going to tear the sky apart.

On its back, Ray stores the two Sword Bee demon stones he got earlier inside the misting, and at the same time retrieves the map again.

At the end of the gaze is the city of Abu Ero, which has just passed earlier. Passing through the city of Abu Ero from the city of Gilm and following the street as it is, the next thing is the city of Subrusta. Beyond that, the streets are divided into two parts, and if you continue on the streets to the left, you will go towards the Wang Capital. Continue down the street to the right and you'll pass the village that says Kenneth and reach the city of Barr, your destination.

"... That's just Ceto. Many times faster than going to the ground."

"Grrrrrrrr"

Originally, the city of Gilm to the city of Abu Ero is not a few hours away. But Seto's wings overshadow its distance to despair.

Naturally for the words of Ray, who was whined, Seto answers with a good thud of his throat.

If I tried Ceto, I would have been so happy that Ray, whom I love to fly, would be happy no more.

I stroke my neck with a grin at how Seto looks like that, and I think of the city I would be going to.

Demonic fever that could not have occurred in a place like this. If something impossible happened, that means some sort of anomaly, an anomaly.

"No way this too. The Bestian Empire is pulling threads behind it... there won't be any"

Even so, Ray decides that it will be unlikely.

I'm sure the Alchemy of the Bestian Empire is at a fairly high level compared to the Kingdom of Mireana, but if you were to use it as a diseased, so-called biological weapon, you would choose something more lethal or highly infectious.

"... well, anyway, now it's prerequisite to get to the city of Barr a little faster, huh? Oh, Seto. Here."

Take the dried meat removed at the same time as storing the map in mystering and transport it to Seto's mouth.

Should I just say Griffon, while turning his back, does not shift the direction of flying due to its influence? I take out freshly baked skewers for myself and transport them to my mouth, watching Seto finish eating dried meat, even as I think about not letting it go that way.

"If this were spring or summer, it would look like a green carpet in a meadow or something, but I guess this is just the season"

Ray rushes a rapidly cooling skewer to put it in his mouth to see what's going on around him because he's flying high in the sky at a considerable speed.

In this season, already in winter, as the words say, only a single line, maintained as a street, spread beneath the eyes on the brown ground, where the grass is withered and a side of the wilderness.

The wind is correspondingly strong and the temperature is low because it is flying at high altitudes, but thanks to the dragon robe it is possible to stay comfortable. Thanks to my own fur to Seto, I was winged with no problems at all.

He threw the skewered skewers he had finished eating into the ground, checking his surroundings again on Seto's back, while alerting him to enemy attacks like when he was Sword Bee.

"That's the city of Subrusta."

Ray squeaks in the beautiful sunset sky if the air is clear because winter is near.

Seeing in Seto's direction is a much bigger city. As far as the map was concerned, it was the city of Subrusta.

"Seto, I don't want to be mistaken for flying straight over the city and raiding monsters or anything like that. Fly away from the city."

"Grr!"

Ringing his throat and nodding at Ray's request, he flies over the sky trying to avoid the city as it is.

It's not that avoiding the city like that won't completely confirm Seto's appearance, but some travelers, adventurers, and merchants who thought they were traveling down the street were making some noise by pointing their fingers at Seto and Ray, who were flying quickly over the sky.

Fortunately for each other, there would have been no means of attacking monsters flying in the sky in the city of Subrusta. Or if they were closer to the city and dropped altitude, they might have been attacked as wizards and archers, but Seto and Ray were able to determine that they weren't going the wrong way, so they didn't go downstairs, just like they did in the city of Abu Ero.

And to keep going for about an hour. Ray was experiencing some confusion because of the journey that went too well.

It is very early for the sun to set in season at any rate. It is also naturally early for the sun to set completely, just because the sunset had already spread when we passed over the city of Subrusta. Then naturally, the light source becomes only the moon, and even that moon is hidden by clouds. There is a limit to how much Ray's night is wise when this happens. And when that happened, all I could count on was Seto's night as a griffon.

"Seto, let me know when you get to where the divide is. Let's make dawn near it today."

"Gru?"

Don't you have to hurry? And all the while flying in the sky at high speeds, he was Seto tilting his neck as he looked behind him, but Ray strokes his neck muscles gently.

"Oh. Seto is better off with me anyway. If you fly poorly through the night sky in this state, that's where you're going to be heading the day after tomorrow before you reach the city of Barr, your destination."

If you have one night's time, perhaps there will be some people in the city of Barr who will die of Devil's Fever. With that in mind, Ray decides that it would still be better to wait for the night to dawn somewhere, given that it will take even longer to get to the city of Barr, which is a destination, strangely lost in the way.

(Fortunately, according to the map, this is not a periphery anymore. Then you won't have to worry so much about monsters to get past the night.)

Of course, it's not perfectly safe. Still, monsters are out of step around the city of Gilm, which is the periphery, and anywhere but the periphery.

(And...)

Ray turns his gaze toward Chirali and the ceto he is crossing.

There are no more problems with night camping on the border than there is with Seto. I would never say that this area, which is not a periphery, would still be safe to cross the night unless there was more to it.

In the thin moonlight, blocked by clouds in that way, Ray and Seto fly away in the sky. And would it eventually have flown like that for about 30 minutes? Seto slows it down enough to see.

"Grrrrrrrr"

He turns his gaze to the ground as he rings, so that he can be caught by it, and Ray also turns his gaze to the ground.

Eventually it went down to the ground and what came into its sight was a street divided into two strands. Yeah, that's where Ray said earlier when we were camping at night.

"That's just how long it takes to use Seto's wings. You'll be in the city of Barr tomorrow."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

Praised as he strokes his throat, Seto sounds happy.

It was Ray watching with a smile at how it was going, but eventually he turned that gaze around.

I don't have enough dark vision to see the ground while flying at high speeds, but I still had enough power to see what was going on around me in this situation.

The gaze then discovers where it is a little woodland beside the street.

"... right, that's good over there. Seto, it was a little late, but should we make it dinner? Seto's been flying in the sky for a long time today and you're starving."

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto rubbing his head against Ray with a delightful throat.

While stroking his head, one and one moved to the side of the tree.

"Yeah, that's not particularly problematic. Fortunately, there are quite a few dead trees falling around... and it's not even damp, so there's no problem burning them."

Pick up dead trees falling to the ground and use the magic of flames to light them. Afterwards, the emerald wolf meat removed from the mysteries is also stung into the skewers purchased at the store where the groceries are handled and sticked to the side of the burning fire.

By skewered, the meat itself was quite huge, big enough that even Ray couldn't eat it in one bite.

On that skewer, shake the salt out of the mistering, or apply and cook the secret sauce you gave me from Dishot for the udon.

Remove a pan of freshly baked bread or soup from the mysteries as well as the meat, enduring a scent that will stir your appetite drifting around.

Then the meat was cooked into dishes, and about 80% to Seto. The rest of the dish was flattened with 20% soup, bread for myself, and still 3 servings if normal.

As a dessert after meals, take out persimmon-like fruit and go to Seto for about 10 pieces. Bite each skin with about 3 pieces of your own.

(... you're not coming)

Signs I've felt in the woods since I was eating. It was easy to imagine what kind of traits the bearers of those signs were, because they were trying to surround themselves. But even though he was eating for some reason and showing some obvious gaps, there was no indication that he was going to hit me all the time.

……

Ray looks to Seto, who is silently and happily cheeky with persimmon modoki.

Why you're only attacking travelers like yourself, who at first glance seem like luxurious children. That's because no matter what you think, it couldn't have been anything other than the presence of Seto, who is a griffon.

(I don't feel good about letting the bandits go to sleep.... I can't help it, would you come out?)

I whine inside, picking up about a few stones falling on the ground... and throwing them quickly toward the woods as they were.

"Geez."

"Huh!?

"Ouch!

"Damn!"

A few centimetres or so of stone that flew one after the other at a rate that cut through the air came off because the aim was very cluttered, but still caused several kinds of screaming in the forest at night, apparently hitting some of the bandits who were hiding.

And eventually, they decided they were being seen hiding. Nearly 10 men and women show up trying to scratch the guts and bushes and branches. Most of them are middle-aged men on the strong side, but some of them are young men and women, and nearly half of those who come out hold their bodies and faces. Inside, he cut off his forehead, and even there was a man whose blood was flowing.

"... Shit, are you looking forward to this? Fucking kid."

A middle-aged man in his 50s with several cuts on his face takes one step as he spits abominably on the ground.

Those around them who watched it also stare at Ray by turning the frustration of eating a preemptive attack into killer in an attempt to ambush him.

Still, it won't strike me all at once, I guess, because there's still a Seto presence next to Ray who's silently staring at us.

"I don't know if you're a fucking kid, but unfortunately I don't have anything or money to do with you guys. If you disappear like this, I'm gonna miss you, but what are we gonna do?

Ray looks at the heads and thoughts of the bandits and the faces of the men, and still acts as if it's nothing.

Anyway, Ray knows a blacksmith with a more compelling face than the man in front of him, Pamidor. Compared to its power, the man in front of him clearly lacked intimidation.

"You don't think I'd freak out if I saw this number?... Who are you, you?

The man who holds the giant Battleax in his hand and asks.

Against such a man, Ray opens his mouth without showing any tension.

At this point, the head man was aware that Ray was not what he looked like.

Anyway, if we get the wrong target, we literally fly our own necks. For this reason, the bandits' heads were sharper than the others in their eyes only to discern the strength of men.

"I don't care who you say you are. I'm only a Rank D adventurer."

Rank D Adventurer. When I heard the words, my head was shaking its head reflexively.

"Whoa. We're working around here, aren't we? There's no way you don't know the cautious adventurer in the city of Subrusta near here. If there's a guy like you who can follow a griffon, he'll be in my ear first.... again. Fucking kid, who are you?

The pressure generated by the head increases.

If you were a regular Rank D adventurer at this point, you'd be waving your weapon down reflexively, or a level of heavy pressure that would be taking some action if you were to escape.... Yes. If it's normal, though.

"I told you. He said he was just a Rank D adventurer."

(Though it may be impossible to say 'just')

Even as I ponder how I came to this Elgin, I let the words break in by strengthening my gaze and blocking my mouth open head just wondering if I was still willing to cheat.

"Except one thing you're mistaken about. I'm certainly an adventurer, but I'm not an adventurer in the city of Subrusta. An adventurer in the city of Gilm."

"... what!?

The head who asks back unintentionally to that word.

Basically, unlike the city of Subrusta, where there are not so many monsters, there are a large number of monsters around the city of Gilm on the border, a word because we know that the quality of the adventurers we are dealing with is also high.

Those who existed around them as if to protect their heads also gave the appearance of surprise when they found out that it was the adventurers of the city of Gilm in front of them.

"... why is an adventurer in the city of Gilm in a place like this?

"You don't have to bother telling me that, do you?... I said who I am. If you're still going to attack me, call me when you're ready. I'm still busy with this. If you're gonna do it, let me just clean it up."

Even though I say it as if it were nothing, I instinctively feel that what the child who stands in front of me is not exaggerated by the sharpness and killing of Ray's emitted gaze.

"Shit, I can't help it. We're leaving, you guys!

"Brother, but!

"Ugh! Fight this guy properly. Destroyed. Destroyed. I'm leaving because I don't want to die. If you guys really want to attack this guy, just like the guy who's ready to die."

"... ok"

Thus, the bandits leave in front of Ray with little noise.

While he snorted inside at the brilliance of his departure, he lay down in Seto for the rest of the day.

This is how the encounter between Egg and Ray, the head of Meadow Wolf, a wide-area bandit group that ropes around the city of Subrusta, ends.

These two will meet again later, but that's still a little further.