Legend

Baron Cisne's house. It was at the beginning that the great-grandfather of Muet Sisne, originally the current lord, received the one-generation title of Associate Baron for his great success in the war waged with the Bestian Empire. And since then, he has continued to fight against the Bestian Empire more than once, and as a result, he has been assigned to the Baron to officially become a member of the aristocracy. He was Muet's great-grandfather with all that talent, but his son... the talent was not passed on to Muet's grandfather. And the father of Muet, his son, likewise, the talent to use such talents and people as to make him plot as a nobleman. Or, like Muet's great-grandfather, he lacked the talent to fight. And at one time the Baron Sisne family, which was even said to be headed by the Baron, continued to fall and had already been turned into a poor nobleman by name alone for Muet's sake.

Still, at first there was a territory as a baron... but it was also involved in a power struggle taking place in the King's capital, and Muet, who, as a matter of course, lacked talent as a nobleman, was used and used up well... in the end, he would lose his territory and move to the city of Gilm.

The greatest misfortune would have been that Muet himself had not entered any faction. Of course, there are few, albeit few, aristocrats in the King's capital who are not part of any of the kings, nobles or neutrals factions. However, those aristocrats have the strength to exchange it and the presence of asylum-seekers, so they cannot belong to any faction. Muet, who had no back shield and no ability, had no skill to resist the power struggle entangled in the King's capital.

Still, because there were a few close members of the Neutralists, they relied on their fringe to be protected by the Neutralist central figure, Uncle Larks Border, who came to the city of Gilm rather than being in the Wang capital. with his son, a forgetful sight of his wife, and his only servant, the maid Asier.

"... I see. You've had a lot of trouble."

Ray, who had been asked by Muet in the reception room about the formation of the Baron Sisne family, whines with a sigh.

In response to such a grunt, Muet shook her head with a weak grin.

"No, because life as an aristocrat wasn't the right thing for me. This leisurely and comfortable life in the city of Gilm is not that bitter. Instead, it would be gratifying not to have to explore people's hearts as noblemen or imitate others."

It was clear from Ray that Muet meant the word. So much so that the interaction with the noblemen in Wangdu was shattering their spirits.

"Besides, I'm certainly not as good at being a nobleman or as brave as my great-grandfather, who was entrusted to the Baron. But my son... Basrello is different. It may be my parents' eyes, but I think they have a lot of martial arts talent."

"Father, no..."

Suddenly praised, Basrello can be dyed and illuminated with thin red cheeks. Asier was also looking at the Son of the Lord with a loving grin.

"Well, fine. Got it. However, as I said earlier, my way of fighting is only ours. It was polished in action. Now anyway, I think mock warfare will be the main thing so they don't tell me it has a weird habit when I go to some dojo in the future pretty much, okay?

"Yes! I have heard that Mr. Ray also has the highest level of combat power in this city of Gilm. Because I am sure that such a mock fight with Ray will undoubtedly bring my strength to the bottom."

"... ah, oh. Well, that's fine."

Ray nods slightly bewildered by the use of childless language. And it was early after I decided to do it.

"So, this is where we do the key mock warfare... is there a dojo or something in this mansion?

In such a ray inquiry, Muet shakes his head quietly.

"Somehow I'm being given a mansion here to live in courtesy of Uncle Larks Borderline. You can't hope for a mansion as fine as a dojo."

"So where are we going to have a mock fight? There's no way I'm renting out some dojo..."

Without saying it out to the end, Ray smiles bitterly as he watches Muet shake his head.

Muet herself, the head of the Baron Sisne family, says he has no money and is poor in the first place. If you had the kind of money to rent out a dojo, you would be letting adventurers go to the dojo rather than asking them for cheap combat training.

"Well, I'm sorry..."

Whimpering, Muet turns her gaze to the window in the reception room.

"For once, the backyard is quite spacious. It's a little rough... but I was wondering if there was anything particularly wrong with moving your body like combat training."

"I see. Well, I'd say that too, Arika"

"... Huh? Is that okay?

For putting it in my mouth myself, Muet asks back with a face that looks unexpected when Ray nods.

"Oh. Combat is not the only thing that happens in the dojo. No, rather because for adventurers it's more than fighting outside the city. It's in the mountains, it's in the meadows, it's in the swamps, it's in the narrow caves. That's never a bad place to think about. Well, there's nothing I can do about doing combat training with no foundation... what about that area?

"For once, I'm giving you some training with reference to the notes my great-grandfather left... but I don't know if I can tell you that I have the foundation. I'm sorry, but we need you to look directly at Basrello's abilities before you judge him."

"... well, if that's okay with my client, that's fine with me"

Because I don't have talent, throwing a round at a talented person may also be clean in some ways. Turn your gaze toward Basrello thinking that way.

"Well, for now, I'm going to show you your powers in the backyard... do you mind?

"Yes! I'll be ready in a minute. Asier!"

Basrello nods at Ray's words and leaves the reception room with a voice to the maid.

Drop that back off and face Muet again.

"What's wrong?

"I'm saying combat training, but how far can you actually go?

"Which neighborhood, you say?

I'm not sure what Ray's talking about. He heads to Muet, who asks him that way, and opens his mouth with a sigh of breath.

"For example. I don't care about bruising, I don't care about fractures, that's what I mean."

"... I don't really want you to get hurt if you can, but with some scratches, you can treat them with Asier's healing magic"

"Recovery magic?

"Yes, I can see Asier, because he's quite a high-end healing magic user"

"... why is that so deliberately made-up?

Ray asks unexpectedly to Muet's words.

Anyway, if you're a healing magic user, you won't have a problem with your job. Especially if you try being an adventurer, if you can magically recover even if you get hurt in the middle of a request, you don't have to worry about losing your strength, it'll be a lot of deduction. Of course, if you are incapable of fighting, it is a negative element, but still, if you make that clear in advance, it will not be so much of a problem. Or you have the means to work for a hospital, and most other places would be welcome if you became a healing magic user. Even less, he is not the kind of person who is a maid of honor in a subtle baron's mansion whether he is a poor nobleman and can retain his title as a nobleman in his son's stead.

I guess that Ray's thoughts were on his face. Muet opens her mouth with a bitter smile.

"Actually, Asier's house has been around since my great-grandfather, even though I used to say... but he's from a house that serves my home. My great-grandfather saved my life on the battlefield or something, and he's been serving me ever since.... I also said, because she has a talent for restorative magic, why don't you do a job that will make more money, but at least let her serve herself as a family..."

"... again, that's discipline. As far as I can tell right now, does Asier's family seem to have a separate job?

"Yeah. Somehow, we're poor on this street, so we can't even get a decent salary. Because I'm in a state where I manage to live on a salary that serves the Larks Borderline Uncle.... Oops, sorry, but this is it."

You must have noticed the footsteps approaching the room. Muet bows her head looking sorry.

Ray snorts silently at that muet.

(If I die, I'll definitely get lost on the street. I mean, you hired me so you could be alone when your son was worried about it?... you're not spending time playing aristocracy either)

It was Ray whining inside, but of course the Baron Sisne family would definitely be the poorest category of aristocrats. Because if you actually become a high-ranking nobleman, there are not many people who play and live as Ray has just thought.

"Mr. Ray, we're ready! Please!

"Ho."

Basrello, who entered the reception room, wore leather armor around him, which would make it easier to move. Ray was surprised when he saw it because he thought the leather armor was of such high quality that he could see it at first sight.

Of course, Ray doesn't have anything like an aesthetic eye for art. Or something as powerful as Ray's various magic items would have made it possible to perceive it as uncomfortable. But it wasn't such a magic item that Basrello was wearing. But still, it made Ray feel something like history.

"... that armor, that's quite a business, isn't it?

"Yeah. It's a re-tailored leather armor that Grandpa Zeng used. Whatever it is, I'm using the skin of a monster of rank B or something.... Well, a lot of money flew away with that tailoring, but still, it's an expense I can't help but think of my son's safety"

Ray nods at Muet's words and approaches Basrello, staring at himself with anticipation.

"Well. Then let me show you your strength first, as I just told you. As I have said many times, my methods of combat are utter selfishness. Naturally, I've never fought many other guys."

As we talked, what floated behind Ray's brain was fighting in the guild's training ground. A mock fight I had with Mileyne during the rank-up exam and after a while. Either way, the opponent was somewhat experienced as an adventurer.

(But Basrello is only an amateur child.... have you ever crossed the line to keep Asier from getting hurt as much as possible even if he can use healing magic,)

"Yes! Regards!

"Oh, nice to meet you. Well, I'll be quick, but you can show me to the back yard."

"Okay. This way, Doctor."

"... sir?

I heard a strange word, Ray tilting his neck all the time.

But Basrello tilts his neck and opens his mouth.

"'Cause you're the teacher who trains me, right? Oh, or should I call you Master?

"... teacher is fine"

I have never been called a teacher before in my life, so there was some light. But still, he decided it was better than being called a master and decided to be called a teacher.

We then reach the rear entrance of the mansion without a minute's walk from the reception room, from where we go outside.

The first thing that caught my eye was the dead grass trees. The weeds are withered and undisturbed because it is winter, but if they had come here in the spring or summer, the grass would have grown on one side, disturbing their legs trying to walk. The amount of dead branches spread around the area was high to the extent that it seemed so.

"Huh...?

But it wasn't Ray who got a surprise look at the sight, it was Basrello. Asier, who followed me from behind, also has a surprised look without speaking out again. Because...

"Seto, what the hell are you doing?"

"Gru?"

Yes, Seto had chosen a large piece of dead branches scattered all over the garden to carry it with a couch, and for some reason he had gathered it in one place.

Ray whines as if he was surprised somewhere at the look of it. And when he heard such a voice, he noticed Ray's presence, and Seto leaned his little neck as he rattled his throat.

Ray smiled unexpectedly at Seto, who said he didn't know what he was listening to, and Basrello and Asier just stared at a block of dead branches made in the corner of the garden.

Or maybe I was surprised to gather large dead branches, but still about the garden of my own house, even though there are still several dead branches falling in the garden.