Legend

After the departure of three adventurers looking around the aristocratic district, the maid Asier, who was dropping it off, turns to Ray.

"Come on, to Mr. Ray, and Mr. Seto. Please come inside. I'll call my husband soon."

Bring Ray and Seto inside with a smile on his face as he opens the gate.

It was Ray and Seto who nodded at the words and went into the gate...

"Gru......"

Somewhere unfortunately the sound of Seto rings.

Whatever the gate was, the door to enter the mansion wasn't that big, and Seto had a little trouble getting in. If it's just the body, I can manage to get in, but I can catch the wings growing from my back.

"Uh... Um, I'm sorry..."

Asier turns her gaze to Ray, whining like some trouble.

I smile bitterly at the way it is, and Ray tells me as he strokes Seto's head.

"Sorry, Seto. Wait outside, as usual. You can stay back at the inn if it seems cold, but what do we do?

"Gru."

Seto turns his gaze toward the garden as he rings.

"Can I make you wait in the garden?

"Oh, but the... the garden..."

Ray somehow understands what he wants to say to the state of the asier who says it somewhere. The place you can see from the aisle outside was nicely organized, but behind it. I guess you care that the unseen from the aisle is poorly maintained.

"Never mind, Seto was originally a monster. I can live in the back of the mountain or something, so even if it's not well maintained, there's no problem."

"... excuse me..."

I guess it would be embarrassing as a maid if the house of one who is just in aristocratic status were like this. He nodded small as he blushed.

"I mean. Seto, please wait outside."

"Gru."

I nod like I understand, and I walk straight to the garden, Seto.

Dropping that off, Asier leads Ray inside the mansion.

Inside the mansion was, in a way, what Ray expected and, in a way, greatly exceeded his expectations.

It was as expected that he was not rich when it came to nobility, but the entrance hall, immediately after entering the mansion, was not decorated with any kind of painting or artwork, and it was beyond expectation that it was a killer landscape by the brilliant. No, rather, this size would be the correct size to call it a front door rather than an entrance hall.

(... commonly known as an aristocrat who fell into the city? Or he made some kind of mistake in the center and got flown to the edge.)

Even while thinking like that, Assier leads Ray to the reception room in less than a minute's walk.

"Please wait here for a moment. I'll call my husband soon."

"Oh, okay"

Grabbing a paper bag with food, he gives a gentle gratuity and as-is Asier leaves the reception room.

Ray, left in the one-person reception room, sits back on the couch for the moment and looks around.

"Here too."

When it comes to the reception room, it's a room where you should entertain guests who have visited your home. In other words, it is a place that can also be called the face of the house. In this reception room, however, as in the entrance hall earlier, there was no painting, pot-like art, or decorated armor, weapons, or anything that might have been decorated in noble mansions such as monsters or animal stripping.

He looks all the way through the reception room and eventually lowers his back to the couch. It may be good for ordinary people to use even on that sofa, but there is no doubt that it is of somewhat inferior quality considering it is furniture used by aristocrats.

(I don't know why, but I'm sure he's poor. Now I'm here, and if they tell me I'm actually just a stingy house or something, that might be a little funny)

Thinking like that while sitting on the couch, eventually the door knocks and an assier leaves the reception room earlier comes in.

"Excuse me. My husband and Boy are coming soon, so please wait a little longer."

Tell him so, put the tea in a cup from the basin he had in his hand and serve it in front of Ray.

(... heh)

From that cup there is a hint of flowers, and the sweetness spreads with slight tannins when transported straight to the mouth.

"Delicious"

Ray whines unexpectedly at the taste of tea.

Asier, having heard the words, smiles with joy.

"I'm glad it seemed to fit your mouth. Actually, this tea is my handmade. Dry the flowers in your garden..."

"I see, herbal tea"

"Yes. It is. My husband likes this tea too and serves it often...... oh, sorry. Tell this story to your customers."

I guess I was happy to be praised for the herbal tea I made myself. He was an assier who opened his mouth early in the arrow as he grinned, but immediately holds that mouth down just saying he failed.

But Ray shouldn't be particularly concerned about the manipulation. Except if you feel uncomfortable because of that attitude, but I didn't even feel that way right now.

"Never mind. I don't know what people would think if they were nobles, but I'm just an adventurer."

"Thank you"

Pecori and his head bowed, Asier accidentally turned his gaze toward the door.

"My husband and I seem to be confused."

Tell him so, according to the wall. And when he sees the door open a few seconds after that and the two figures come in, Ray picks up the person from the couch he was sitting on and enters the room.

One would be about 170cm in size. A middle-aged man who is smiling somewhere weak and looks more like an ordinary citizen than an aristocrat. I have a mustache under my nose, but it seemed to Ray to emphasize the weakness of my chi more than it would bring majesty to a man.

And next to that weak-looking guy is a 130cm kid. Is the age roughly around 10 years old?

"Hey. Ray, is that okay with you?

"Yeah, I'm Ray, the Rank D adventurer who took on the request this time"

"Oh, you can use the word as usual. Anyway, nobility, as you can see, is a poor nobleman. It's not weird when it crumbles. And I'm not used to that kind of aristocratic exchange."

"... well, if that's all right with you, I hope it's easier for me to do it that way"

Apparently, as Ray expected...... no, it's even more financially demanding than that.

(I guess that's why the reward was that amount)

"You already know that in the requisition, but I'm Muet Sisne. I have the Baron status for once.... Well, as I said now, I'm only a poor nobleman. So, this is my son Basrello Cisne. Basrello, say hello."

The boy, urged by his father and called Basrello, takes a step forward.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Basrello Cisne. I'm so glad Ray was able to work out like this in the city."

At the age of 10, the resourceful use of language is still a gift of education as a nobleman, I guess. Ray thinks so while watching Basrello bow his head in momentum.

"Well, you're done saying hello.... Oh, yeah. Asier, I'm sorry, but I was wondering if Basrello and I could get some tea. Because every herbal tea you brew is delicious."

"Okay, sir. We'll be ready in a minute."

Asier, who had refrained from doing so at the wall, begins to prepare tea in a grace to Muet's words.

"Well, please sit down first. I will explain the request over a cup of tea.... As you can see, we are poor aristocrats, even if we say so well. It's about as much as they say it's about to crumble when you make someone with a bad mouth say it.... but as long as you're happy that even such a poor nobleman can have a mansion with a garden for once. Well, I can't afford to hire someone to take care of that garden either, so it's up to me and Asier to manage it... and still, I'm a little proud of herbal tea with flowers I could take from that garden."

Muet recommends Asier's brewed tea to Ray in such a low profile as not to seem aristocratic.

Ray also knew full well that the tea was delicious, so he would mouth the cup as he could move on.

"Oh, it sure is delicious. It doesn't taste strange to come out of the store."

They told me it wasn't weird to come out at the store, and I could red my cheeks and illuminate Asier. Muet is pointing her gaze at the caged daughter of affection rather than at the maid of honor. Basrello next to it also had a grin on his mouth as he was glad that Assier was praised.

You can watch such an exchange for a while as Ray, but I came here in the first place to get a request. Speak up to three people who are creating an atmosphere such as family reunion.

"So when I asked for it,

"Oh, excuse me. Well, all I'm asking you to do is put some combat training on Basrello, as the requisition says."

"Nice to meet you!

Stay seated, stick your head down, Basrello.

"... No, just give me a minute. I knew it or what to say..."

I guess I could have guessed, but I shrugged like I was a little confused when I found out once again that my opponent to train in combat was a 10-year-old.

And I guess Muet expected Ray to behave like that. I stroke Basrello's head sitting next to him with a grin that seemed sorry.

"Yeah, Ray, I know what you're trying to say. I suppose it makes a lot of sense to give a little kid like this a week of combat training..."

"Well, yeah."

Ray snorts at Basrello's words. In the first place, combat training is a little bit of a thought and not a quick fix. In Ray's case, Zeppyre's knowledge, Ray's own amazing physical abilities, and the immense magic that Ray himself had. Or as Ling Er, I've been playing in the mountains since I was a kid. That's quite a battle, but that's only an exceptional element, and it's not how ordinary people can do this by imitating Ray. And most importantly.

"My way of fighting is basically selfish. It's not like I've got some kind of school."

(Well, I can't help but say that Death Size was created by Warcraft)

Even in this world, where there are adventurers and knights at all costs, very few people use a weapon called the Great Sickle. Spears are most prevalent when used as long objects in the first place. None of those who use the Great Sickle, which is overwhelmingly less difficult to handle than its spear, existed except themselves, as far as Ray himself saw in the city of Gilm, in the city of Barr, or in the dungeon. Of course, I don't suppose there's only one Ray in the whole world, or the existence of using the Great Sickle to such an extent that Ray himself was convinced that it was.

"To put it well, it may be said how we have battled it up in action, but there will be a bit of a problem for the aristocracy to learn. Of course, I don't care if you mean a mock opponent or something like that, but making me master my combat skills is harmless and useless."

"Yeah, I know that. I know...... you have to go to the corresponding dojo to learn the kind of sword technique that nobility masters at any rate. And naturally, a dojo like the one the aristocrats go through will cost you."

"... I see"

(Certainly this mansion...... no, isn't it wide enough to describe it as a mansion? Anyway, as far as how this house is going, you're not going to be able to give me that kind of money)

Though convinced inside, Ray opens his mouth even more.

"I see why. But... are you okay with that? Noble, yet selfish like me... no, with guidance from someone you can describe as evil."

"Yes, because I don't think there are any disturbances or straight paths to strength. Strong if strong. Weak if weak. That's all. And..."

Basrello smiles bitterly that seems to illuminate him in a way that doesn't seem to fit his age somewhere.

"My father also said that we are poor nobles by name alone, even though we are nobles. It's not weird when it crumbles, so I want to keep the technology in my hands for when it does. Fortunately, this city of Guild has enough environment to live as an adventurer.... In that sense, you may have been fortunate to have been driven from the King's capital into this city of Gilm."

"Ugh... I'm a little weak when they say that... Ray, what do you think? He also says that he will not choose the means to be strong. Can't you ask someone for combat training?

Tell him so, Muet bowing his head deeply. I guess that low waist is the late one who has struggled with poor nobility. And next to that muet, Basrello is also politely bowing his head again, and Asier, who is holding back on the wall, is also turning his gaze toward Ray as if to plead somewhere.

I received such a gaze from my noble parents and children and maids, for a few seconds. Eventually Ray exhales heavily.

Originally, this request is, in a way, a condition for ranking up. I haven't thought about saying no from the beginning.

(Besides, it's a bad way to put it, but it also means free time during the winter)

Thus, in one week, Ray was to guide the nobleman's children in how to fight.