Legend

It can also be described as the second city of the Kingdom of Mireana, Anesis. A little dragon about 20 cm over it was flying with its little feathers patterned.

The dragon's name is Yellow. Elaine Keller, the Duke of Keller, who governs Anesis, is a user demon created using dragon-language magic.

He was a yellow who had gone to deliver his master's letter to the city of Gilm and had even more secretly taken orders to find out what kind of woman was around Ray, but he had finally returned to his master.

Use your special abilities as they are, become transparent and enter the city of Anesis towards the residence of the Duke of Keller. Elaine and I are magically connected, so we don't have to get lost to get back under our husband.

"Cu!"

Small, but still a yellow with sharp clawed forelegs slamming windows with pets over and over again.

Of course, he acted with due care so that the window would not be damaged by the nails growing from his hands.

And eventually Elaine, who was in the room, notices the yellow and greets her with a grin open window.

"Yellow, you're back well. No injuries, more than anything."

Elaine in a dress hugs her as she pushes her yellow against that rich double hill.

"Cuh! Cuh!?

Yellow is not a normal creature in itself, just because it is a demon of use made of magic. I don't have to breathe to suffocate for that, but I naturally wanted to break out when I was pushed into huge double hills because of the power of the arms I hugged and the inability to move.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry. I was too happy with it.... Well, so you handed me the letter safely?

Unwrapping the cloth that was wrapped around its body as it stroked to calm the rampant yellow. In the cloth, there is, naturally, an envelope with a letter, Elaine with a slight grin on her mouth when she sees that the sender of that envelope is' Ray '.

Even the beauty that even a princess deserves to be called General, even more so with the colour of a maiden in love, there will probably be a number of people whose hearts will be distracted by it if the beholder sees it.

"Master Elaine, excuse me. I brought you some tea."

And that included Ara, who naturally became Elaine's best friend and a member of the Knights Escort since childhood.

Arla is about to drop the basin she had in her hand on the glossy look of Elaine that came into her eyes as soon as she came inside the room.

But still, it wasn't that hard for Arla, who grew up with Elaine, to manage to fix the mess in an instant.

"Dear Elaine, you seem very happy.... Oh, the yellow? I see. Did you get a letter from Lord Ray?"

"Mm? No, the... well, it will"

It was Elaine who managed to delude herself because she had a sense of being smiling, but she understood that such delusion could not possibly lead to Ara, who had been with her for many years, and she sighed small and reluctantly admitted it.

And I take the letter out of the envelope, even as I feel something in the light of how Ara is smiling and looking at herself.

I sip Ara's brewed tea to calm myself down and glance through the letter.

"Hmm, I see. Is it a magic item? Tsu's spear is a spear with a noisy name for a long time... but if it performs exactly as the letter says, it certainly may not be compatible with Ray's style of combat of throwing spears... Yikes..."

Pickle.

Elaine turns a blind eye to a letter as she reads it. What's on that look is stunning. Or agony. And confusion.... jealousy at the end. It brings complex emotions to its face, like the mixing of those various emotions.

"Master Elaine?

I ask unexpectedly that look on Elaine's face, who is also her own master, but Elaine doesn't seem to notice it either. That is, I look over and over again at the part where it is the beauty of the dark elves who are guild masters of the Adventurers Guild in the City of Guild.

Eventually I carried a cup of tea into my mouth to calm myself down, but my arm was shaking slightly because of the upset, and the tea in the cup was waving.

Still, I guess I should say that I wasn't upset enough to overflow the tea. Or should I say it is immature to be upset like a beginner maiden? Anyway, having a cup of tea to calm her mind, Elaine turns her gaze to Ara.

"Ara, you did say you met with guild masters and lord deputies in the city of Barr, didn't you?

"Huh? Oh, yes. I did see him, though."

Arla nods as she pours tea again into the empty Elaine cup, confused by the sudden change of subject.

"So, what were those two people like?

"Huh? I think I've reported that area before."

"No, I'm not. What I'm asking now is not about those two abilities, but about character and appearance."

"... the character, Dear Dear Logo, who is also acting as Lord, was someone who cared less about lavish and detailed rules. Master Seyce was a thoughtful and nostalgic man."

"How do you look? Proxy lords and guild masters, I think they're the right age."

"Right, I think we can both describe it as old"

Ara snorts naturally.

Whatever, Deer. Make it a logo. Make it a seyce, you're from Adventurer. I mean, ordinary people. If this is a nobleman, it is also possible to get a key position at a young age in his 20s, but that was impossible in ordinary people unless there was something close to a miracle.

"Then, naturally, the dark elves written in this letter will also be definitely in their corresponding years. No, but when you're an elf, you're sure to think it's youthful."

I was Elaine, who looked serious and started to worry, but eventually I notice a sleeping yellow round the edge of the couch where I sit.

Yes, of the several orders I gave to the Yellow, I made sure to check with that eye the woman on Ray's side and the person in favor.

"Yellow."

"Cu?"

Yellow with her name called and her face pointed toward Elaine.

Hold up such a yellow torso and stick your forehead and forehead together.

"Yellow, show me what a woman looks like near Ray you've seen"

"Cu!"

I'll take care of it! When it rings all the time, the memories that Yellow has seen flow into Elaine through her contacting forehead.

Elaine receives it, even though she slightly frowns at the feeling of being oppressed by many of the footage sent to her by compression. This ability to receive what Yellow himself has seen would be the greatest benefit of being a demon of use.

The most high-performance user demon has been created by the presence of Dragon Language Magic.

And behind Elaine's brain passes the appearance of a cat beastly woman who obviously seduces Ray, or a woman who converses soothingly with Ray while embarrassing the beastly next door.

Needless to say, Kenny and Lenora are the guild receptionists.

"... at all. Even though you offered my lips, other women distracted me. But I don't see the guild master at heart... can't you say I can't do that around here?"

Regardless, Lenora didn't feel that critical when she saw Kenny clearly sending the fall wave to Ray because Ray himself didn't seem so attracted to Kenny in the memory she saw via Yellow? Or because she was distracted by the word in the letter that she was beautiful against dark elves... only Elaine herself would know about that area. Or maybe even Elaine herself didn't know what was going on in her mind.

Anyway, for a while from this day on, Elaine will be stuffed to think about what the dark elves in the city of Gilm are like.

Or maybe using the information network of the Duke of Kelevel's house, we got some information. But since there was hardly anyone who could afford a war that would undoubtedly happen next spring, it was not a situation where I could say all that.

And Elaine herself also had the task of training herself and those under her command for that war, which was not the case.

"Welcome, Mr. Ray"

The day after finishing the battle with the Icebird herd, Ray was visiting the Baron Sisne house with Seto.

He is greeted by an assistant, just as he did on several previous visits, and sent to the reception room.

Since it was only a short time after entering the mansion to the reception room, there was no conversational conversation in particular, but I can easily imagine that Ray would have cried the day before when he still saw Asier's eyes turn red and swollen.

He was such an assier, but when it came to the remnants of crying the day before, it was just his eyes, and he didn't put them in his attitude at all.

While I admire the attitude that can be described as a made-up appraisal, I see Ray as he enters the reception room. No wonder Muet rises up from the couch where he was sitting and approaches me.

"Mr. Ray! Yesterday I really... thank you so much."

That's what I say, Muet, who bows his head deeply. It was a sight that seemed to rage if one mistook pride in being an aristocrat, but that had nothing to do with Muet. Above all, he protected his precious one son, Basrello, from the Icebird attack until he stood up to him. Of course, it was intact with a magic item, but still for Muet, lowering his head was the best way to express his gratitude.

I guess I received that sincere thought. Ray also nods small and opens his mouth.

"Never mind. I think I told Asier that I had been asked for combat training, so if you think yesterday's battle is part of it again, you're asking for it."

"But... I hear Basrello snuck into the carriage on his own. Without it..."

A muet with her head up turns her gaze toward Basrello, who is rising off the couch and bowing her head just like herself.

"... Phew. Indeed, yesterday's matter was not a dangerous event in many ways. But as I have said many times, it would never have been futile to look at the scene of the actual battle with that eye and think in the way you experienced it. … except"

Giroli, and Ray looking to Basrello.

"The next time you take any action, you have to think hard about what you are capable of. Otherwise, you're going to die walking not just yourself, but your people."

"... Yes"

To Ray's words, Basrello snorts heavily. The expression had little bright color when Ray and I were in combat training until the other day. He snuck into the carriage and took part in the battle with Icebird, preached scattered or even cried by Muet, who heard via Assier.

Seeing how that father looked, Basrello realized once again how dangerous he had done it, he had no idea what to do about its gravity. The result is as if it were different now than it was a few days ago.

"Ha... okay, Basrello. Think of it this way. If you didn't know anything, it could have been a more lethal time for you to go through an experience like yesterday. That could be Setouchi, where the adventurers are partying to live or die. But fortunately, you saw the real battlefield. That's also in the context of having a rank C party like me, Seto, or Mileyne or Ekrill. Thinking about it, can I just say that you were lucky to behave?

"... Yes"

"So from now on, don't repeat the same mistake. And use this experience as food. And if only you were an adventurer and a nobleman, and you could harness that experience in front of someone just like you now."

"Yes."

Has Ray been somewhat more energetic than before in his words, Basrello nodding immediately?

And Muet and Asier smile slightly when they see such a basrello.

"Thank you. It really helped a lot this time."

"Again and again, it was within the scope of this request. Never mind that much. However, yes... if you remember this next time something happens, just give me a hand with it. As far as I can help, of course."

"Yes. I promise to hang it in the name of the Baron Cisne family.... if the Baron Cisne family stays until then,"

I guess he tried to soothe the air in the field. Funya, Muet tells with a grin that seems to be expressible.

"In the meantime, this is the certificate of completion of the request. Please submit it to the Alliance."

I received a document with Muet's name on it, and although there were various unexpected events, I successfully completed my request for combat training.