Legend

Purple fog burned out in the air.

Ray flies around with Seto for a few minutes to make sure it all disappears out of sight and back under Seyce.

Some were stunned by the purple tornado that suddenly appeared in the city of Barr, which spreads beneath their eyes at that time, but they still understood that the crisis that was spreading to the city had left when they confirmed that the tornado had disappeared. Gradually I began to hear cheers.

"... apparently one thing settled, huh?

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

It's too early to be relieved, Seto, who, as I say, speaks out of alarm.

While I hear that voice, it may be too soon to be reassuring and distracting indeed for some time now. While I think so, I still descend all over the city, half convinced that there will be no more noise than the destruction of the nucleus of the dungeon that would have caused this incident.

And what Ray saw when he went down to where he flew...

"Alliance Master Huh!?

He looked like Seyce lying on the ground.

"Seto, to the Alliance ASAP...... No, the Lords' Hall!

Now I change my instructions by remembering that the fog affects sick people with demonic fever and those who have been paralyzed are in a considerable number of lords' halls.

With sick people, there will be more doctors and healing magic.

"Grr!"

Put Seyce on the back of a short barked ceto, and then store the resonant necklace you threw away earlier just in case, the Seyce wand that was rolling on the ground, and the Death Size into Mystering before running out.

Even if you are putting people on their backs, you are only an old man, and you are not wearing armor like a warrior about a robe. Then Ray walks next to Seto with a losing hand, even as he speeds it out like he doesn't think he's putting people on board.

While sidelining the cheering residents, he used his foot strength as a griffon and Ray's outwardly stained foot strength, and arrived at the lord's halfway house in less than half the time he spent traveling.

You must have seen Ray and Seto like that. The Dear logo, who had been busy giving instructions to the surrounding area, approached Seto with stunning distortion in his face, but his appearance was certainly so quick that there were only former bandits.

Leaving the delivery intact, Ray turns his gaze toward the Deer logo, which came as close as he could breathe.

"Ray, what happened to Seyce's guy!?

"I thought perhaps the influence of using magic beyond the limits. Fortunately, as far as I can tell, my life doesn't seem to have anything else to say, but the doctors thought there were a lot of them here, so I hurried them in."

"Um, okay. Hey, Seyce the Alliance Master is down. Get a doctor! The healing magicians are in a hurry!

The instructions are communicated immediately to the doctors in the Lords' Hall through their men.

At the same time, Ray entrusts Seyce with the guard of the nearby Deer logo and the thought of lifting him from Seto's back to his men.

"I asked."

"Oh, I'll take care of it. He's one of the heroes who saved this city of Barr. I would never do anything wrong."

I guess you're dressed for easy movement for escort. When an escort in chainmail receives the unconscious Seyce, he quickly enters the Lords' Hall.

"... Phew. At all, he works oddly hard on his old habits, too. More than that. I've seen it from here, but it looks like you've managed to do something about the fog. Thank you very much."

The Deer logo, which one of the escorts was dropping off to carry Seyce, calls out to Ray in a soothing breath.

That expression still left a slight colour of concern for my best friend, but you still understand that the crisis that was attacking the city of Barr left. I look in a good mood somewhere.

"Yeah. The Alliance Master magically collected the fog and transported it outside the city, where I burned it down with flaming magic.... just"

"Just? You still got something?

"No, the fog came from a distillery in the east that was the source of the fog, and almost completely destroyed it in order for it to be absorbed by a tornado."

"... well. Sure, that hurts a little as a city, but still, it's better than having that mist all over the city. You did a good job."

"It would be helpful if you could say that.... Oh, and this."

Whimpering, he takes the black one of Seyce's used wands and resonant neckline out of the mistering and hands it to the Deer logo.

"For God's sake, when I got back on the ground, the Alliance Master had already fallen unconscious. I collected it at that time."

"Okay. Absolutely, that idiot needs to think about his age and stick it out."

Just like earlier, but with more smudge and grumbling, the Deer logo grabs the two magic items received from Ray looking important.

Watching how it goes, there's probably some kind of contact. It looked like Ray had a few soldiers running by.

"Mr. Deer Logo. I was wondering if I should settle this commotion anyway now. Especially in the East End, where a few people are left paralyzed by the fog."

"... oh yeah. Do you keep the emotions for a while? As far as you and Seto are concerned, I don't mind taking the day off anymore.... or it's going to be a lot of noise the other way around when you guys are moving in this mess. Inn will use the same place as this morning. We've been through this already."

"Okay. Then let me sweeten you to the words and do so. Tell the Alliance Master to take care."

It was true that Seto, the Griffon, was moving around the city, following the words of the Deer logo to the inn, deciding that if anyone knew anything, it would be a commotion.

"Ah, Mr. Ray! Did you see that fog!?

As soon as Seto returns to the stables and enters the inn, the young man who is currently partitioning the living quarters asks.

This inn south of the city, but still just the fog that covered the East End and the tornado that sucked that fog out. And eventually I guess I could see how it burned.

"Oh, about that..."

Speak so much, but at the next moment, if you talk about the nucleus of the dungeon, stop the words realizing that there are going to be a lot of people coming to hear what's going on.

"No, you're right. I think there's some kind of announcement as early as today from around Mr. Deer Logo, so you need to ask me for more information."

"Well, if you know something, you can tell me..."

I guess Ray knows something, or he understands it in his half-adventure that the thing is Ray's fault. He was a young man eating down, but he exhaled and then shook his head.

"If you're an adventurer too, you'll know the danger of divulging the information you found out in the request. Anyway, I'll just say I don't need to worry about the fog anymore. You'll have to wait for Mr. Deer Logo's announcement."

"... ok"

It was an insubordination, but still I guess I couldn't complain about what Ray was saying more than being an adventurer myself. I pull back a lot.

"Don't forget your meal against Seto."

That's what I told the young man, and he went back to his room.

The next day. As I twirl into the futon on my bed as I feel the cold, I wake up with the sound of a few people coming up to the second floor.

If this was just the other room guests moving around, they would still have enjoyed their sleep even if it was Ray, but I couldn't have said so when I heard the sound of the momentum rushing up.

"... what?

I get up and look a little grumpy, but quickly get my gear on, deciding that I would definitely have errands to do first, given the numerous events that have happened since I came to this city. And the last time I wore a dragon robe...

Gungan, and the sound sounded more like knocking on the door than knocking around.

"Rank D Adventurer Ray. An appearance order has been issued by Baron Soleil Luvan, lord of this city. Get out of my room."

(Lords, you say? Surely it was entrusted to the Deer logo regarding the city's governance. So you're here to see how it goes when you see that the case of Devil's Fever has been solved? And I figured I'd meet him when he found out about me, or what?)

All right, I'll do my best. Just a little longer.

When I tell him that through the door, he tongues and then the soldier who picks him up opens his mouth.

If it was meant to be, you couldn't have heard it even if you knocked your tongue through the door. And I guess the soldier struck his tongue because he understood it, but unfortunately, Ray's own body sounded solid because it wasn't normal.

"Fine. But if you keep Master Soleil waiting too long, he'll break into this inn. You have to hurry up for the inn."

"Coming into the inn?

"Oh, Master Soleil never knows to retreat when it comes to his interests. And for that, if you're too late, I'm sure we'll storm this inn."

Though he thinks of himself as a soldier through the door and answers as being, Ray leans his inner neck in a different way than he thought.

I thought of it like a typical tiger fox because of the way it knocked and the way it tongued. But as far as I could hear the current story, it felt like I was making it hurry because I didn't want to bother the inn.

(From what I've heard, I was talking about nobles who caused a lot of problems. Or is this soldier that noble amulet or something? Although it seems to be a nobleman with various problems)

He whines inside, checks his appearance all the time, and then opens the door.

Then he was in his mid-20s. However, that face has a troublesome look on it somewhere. He seemed like a man who wanted to drink more than work.

"You?

"Oh. It's the cormish of Master Soleil's escort. You're better prepared than that. Let's go."

"I don't mind that, but where is the place?

"You're the lord of this city, so it's decided to be the lord's hall."

While answering Ray's questions, he keeps going down the hallway. Keep going down the stairs, get out of the inn...

"Wait."

Ray calls out to that back.

"What?"

"Am I supposed to be alone?

"... I hear you're a solo adventurer?

You're not? and this too. Cormish gets confirmation looking annoying again.

Ray nodding small to the question.

"It's not wrong to be a solo adventurer. But to be precise, there is an obedient demon. I guess I could say I can do it solo because I have that obedient demon. So, don't you have to take that submissive?

"Uh... you don't mind. All I'm being told is to take you. Besides, if I were you, I'd have trouble seeing Master Soleil weirdly interested in your obedience.

"... ok. That's why you have to feed Seto."

Behind Ray, he spoke to the young man, who was also the temporary proprietor of the boarding house, and the two of them left the inn.

"It's cormish. I brought this man on Master Soleil's orders. We're going in."

"Yes, I'm watching."

Cormish speaks to the gatekeeper of the Lords' Hall and enters the mansion. Ray follows without saying anything in particular to it.

It then passes through a slightly different passage than it did the day before and eventually arrives in front of a certain room.

"Here?

"Oh. There's Master Soleil in this room. No disrespect... No, you're not. It may be a rude imitation, but it's like being careful how you react to it."

"... what?

Ray could have guessed if he were to ask me to be rude to the nobles. But I ask back because it was just the first time I had been rudely imitated and told to watch out for that reaction, but Cormish knocks on the door without saying anything more.

"Dear Soleil, I'm Cormish. I've brought the person you want."

"Right, get through there right away!

Cormish opens the door with that voice, Ray being passed inside.

And the first person to come into Ray's sight like that was one sitting on the couch.

At my age, I wouldn't be that different from Cormish in my 20s. It is its eyes that are characteristic, narrowed like fox eyes. The atmosphere seems more like a researcher than a nobleman.

"Heh, you saved this city... Ray... or..."

As he speaks from his mouth, he gradually stops moving and strengthens his expression.

"Ki, you... what the hell are you!?

Soleil shrugged reflexively, forgetting that it was the couch he was sitting on in an aggressive retreat, hitting the part of his back thoughtfully, and the couch repeatedly pulled back with its momentum, letting go of the consciousness of punching his head to the floor.