Legend

Winter night. While stirred by strong winds, Ray's magically lit incendiary fire continued to burn without extinguishing.

The meal is over, and Ray takes the demon stone out of Mystering as Seto, who ate two icebirds of meat skewered, sleeps satisfactorily.

It's the demonic stone of Icebird that we got when Alektor's merchant squad was attacked. Eat that meat in a meal and absorb the demon stone as if it were a dessert substitute. Maybe that could have been described as a course dish in a way.

"... no, no"

Deny the words you thought in your heart, with a bitter smile. And happily, he shines his eyes and offers a demonic stone to Seto, who is gazing at Ray.

Even in Ceto, he was created by Warcraft. Naturally it is to be hoped that the absorption of the demon stone, which should also be called its essence, will make it stronger, adding the blue demon stone that was on Ray's hand with couché to make it a drink. And...

[Seto mastered the skills of 'Ice Arrow Lv.1']

And, as usual, announcements flow through the brain.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

To acquire new skills, Seto rubs his head against Ray as he joyfully throats.

As he strokes his head, Ray opens his mouth with a convincing look.

"That's just the Icebird demon stone, and you've mastered your ice-based skills?... Now if the firebraces or something were to level up, it would have been interesting in a way... No, or was there any chance that the water polo area would level up because of the same water system, etc? Or ice balls, not ice arrows."

"Gru?"

What's the matter with you? and turn to Seto, who tilts his little neck, shaking his head if nothing, before turning to the rock nearby.

"Seto, then show me the skills you have acquired quickly. Aim for that rock."

"Grrrrrr!"

Go to Ray's instructed rock and squeal sharply Seto. At the same time, about five ice arrows are created around Seto.

Its ice arrows are slightly smaller than those used by Icebird, which had its original demonic stone, but its sharp cuttings nonetheless housed the cold light characteristic of the ice. Or maybe it made me feel that way unnecessarily because it was a winter night event.

"Grr!"

And again the squeal to the night sky. Then, at the next moment, the five ice arrows are quickly ejected to expose their fangs towards the rock.

One, two, three, four. One bullet after the other was a rock that could withstand with a previous solidity against the four ice arrows crushed by its impact, but when the last five pierced it, the sound of pikipiki was heard slightly...... at the next moment the rock cracked to the ground wondering if it would be more than 100 kg, eventually falling around the pierced spot of the ice arrow.

"Gru?"

What do you say? And to Seto as he leans his neck, Ray grins and scratches his head tight.

"Wow, that's better than a windarrow when it comes to pure power."

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

To Ray's compliments, Seto sounds happy.

(Wind and ice. Even with the same arrow, the difference in power is between gas and solids? Well, even Lv.1 is this power. would be enough to use)

"Well, then it's my turn."

Mumble, take down another Icebird demon stone...

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Good luck and throw the Demon Stone into the air with Seto's voice of support on his back. Blink Death Size at the same time. A demonic stone cut in two by its blade disappears like a kasumi. And...

……

He remained silent for about a few seconds and waited as he did, but the skill acquisition announcement never flowed behind Ray's brain.

"... Shit"

"Gru."

To Ray, who punches his tongue, he hears Seto ring to comfort him and shakes his head small.

"Never mind. Originally Icebird wasn't such a high-ranking monster. I need to think Seto was lucky just to learn his skills. Plus, all of the Death Size skills are quite usable. You don't have to remember anything new to do enough."

It was that word, which also sounded like a strength, but as for Ray, it was a pure but late word.

Ray has the magic of fire, even if he can't use his skills at all. In addition, Ray has a variety of magic items, including his own physical abilities and death size. I've certainly never crossed many means of attack, but on the contrary, there's no point in having too many means to use them.

"More than that, I'm sleep-deprived with yesterday's bandit exorcism. Can I take care of the watch?

"Gru."

I guess I felt there was no lie in Ray's words. Seto rings briefly as he is, letting him sleep on the ground.

I'm telling you to lean on your body and sleep, as you always do in the night camp. Now that I know it, Ray stroked Seto's smooth back of the hand with a sense of gratitude and leaned back... and fell asleep in a few minutes or so.

Seto, who sees it, also closes his eyes with a glance at Ray sleeping with a gentle gaze.

I didn't sleep like that, of course. It was for a more acute sense of hearing, smell, magic and signs, as usual.

If there were a monster or bandit who thought Seto was asleep now and attacked him, he would regret that shallow judgment with his own life.

And despite the winter nights, Ray slept well in Seto's warm body temperature to solve his sleep deprivation.

"Seto, let's hurry up a little. I don't have a problem with the cold, but when it snows or something comes down, you're in the way of flying, right?

"Gru."

Seto answers Ray's words with his throat rattling and wings flapping wide.

Ray, who rested well last night, was already without any appearance of a lack of sleep or anything - which he had not originally put on the table - covered in clouds, stroking Seto's neck as he looked up at the sky with little sunlight.

Of course the presence of snow and rain is not fatal for Ceto or Ray on its back. But it's not equals that it's not unpleasant because it's not fatal. If you hit a lightning strike on that, even Seto, who is just a griffon, takes damage. I suppose you could say it's just a griffon where you get lightning strikes and you don't have to die to do the damage.

In Ray's case, there is a dragon robe, so this one may not die to the extent of another lightning strike.

Nonetheless, Ray and Seto were in a hurry to reach the city of Gilm before it snowed or rained.

And fortunately, there's nothing like being attacked by a monster in particular... and it's not long since I started flying before the city I'm used to seeing shows up under my eyes.

"Phew, did you make it before you managed to get off?... Seto, let's get down a little far from the city and then move on."

Ray calls out to Seto remembering that Langa used to ask him not to come down just outside the city.

Most importantly, the reason for this was to avoid threatening those entering the city, so I didn't have to worry about it so much in this situation where few people were headed to the city in the winter.

"Welcome home, Mr. Ray, Seto. It was early... was the escort all the way to the city of Abu Ero?

Langa greets one and one in front of the main gate of the city of Gilm.

Its face is still strong and its jawbeard is intimidating, but its tone is gentle. It would make people feel quite strongly uncomfortable the first time they saw it. It was its appearance and character, but it's something I've already gotten used to if I tried to lay it in contact with them more than once.

I shake my head at Langa's words as I give him my guild card.

"No, even the city of Subrusta. However, it was only a little before noon that I arrived over there, so I was given a ride straight to Ceto for a night camp near the city of Abu Ero before returning."

"... I'd say Seto's foot speed is just fine."

Ranga whines as impressed and gives Seto the dried meat removed from his uniform pocket.

Seto also swallows the dried meat while accustomed to his throat.

Return the guild card as it is, receive the Devil's necklace and Ray and Seto enter the city of Gilm.

Langa, who drops off her hindsight, enjoyed a peaceful day, also reversing her weight, which had at one time been fatigued and thin due to the fact that the unrest in Bestian imperial relations had finally settled in the winter.

(I hope you don't keep your hands on this one... I guess that's impossible. Ray, I'm not bored with you, really. Besides, I'm curious to try a little harder if the turmoil makes the city of Gilm peaceful)

Langa walked into the city whining inside, dropping off one and one.

"Uh, delicious. It's not like this after all."

"Weren't the udons that we ate in the city of Subrusta so delicious?

Kenny sitting across from Ray asks as he breathes cold and transports himself to his mouth again to the udon he wrapped with a fork.

After completing the request at the guild, Ray came to the full pavilion to override the memory of the unsavory udon he had eaten in the city of Subrusta the day before.

At that time, just before lunch break, Kenny decided to eat with Ray just wondering if he would let this opportunity slip away.

As for Kenny, I would have liked to eat in an atmospheric place instead of a mass dining room like the one on the back street if I could, but in a way that lost my hopes of eating Ray's udon.

"Oh. I'm simmering udon noodles in soup somehow. Cosi was completely gone, and it was a mess."

(That was... that was like when I forgot I had hot water on the coupler mens and noticed it about 2 hours later)

In the back of my brain, Ray remembers my failure when I was in Japan.

I don't have the body to throw it away, so I tried a little, but it wasn't very edible. And in the end, it was a tragic and extreme experience of becoming a crying, discarding feather.

"That sure doesn't look delicious. I thought you mistook udon for a soup set. I'm sure he passed the recipe weirdly wrong along the way."

"I guess. I think so too. Well, maybe there's something about going through your own changes as the recipe passes on, but that's an example of failure. I came to teach you how to make it right... but I didn't know what would happen because I was the guy who wouldn't listen to people."

Ray reminds me of the stall owner who just had an attitude when he marked my way rather than calling me an artisan.

Kenny's mouth opens even as he smiles bitterly at how Ray looks like that.

"With that said, even though it's normal for a normal adventurer to rest his body at this time of year without taking a request, Ray, you're oddly requested, aren't you?"

"... well, sure. When it comes to gamelions, it was still autumn."

Understand that you are in trouble for creating a lot of disturbances past the back of your brain.

"Haha. I've been a receptionist in the guild for about 5 years, too, but it's rare for anyone to get into a disturbance so far. But, Ray, in your case, you're making the right profit."

"I guess it's a magic item. Especially since the Tsu spear I got from the Alliance Master is quite an item.... at all costs, you mean my weapon is Death Size. The corner spear can only be used as a throwing weapon. Plus, it's hard to use just high level magic items. If that's what you mean, it wasn't a bad request to escort the merchant squad we were doing until yesterday. I got nearly 100 disposable spears as a reward."

"Disposable spears, hey. Before this, I heard some merchant go around a blacksmith or weapons dealer collecting spears that I don't think I can use anymore..."

"That's right. In fact, if I use a spear, it's basically a throw, so if I can stand a single throw, that's fine. That's the part of the pattern that breaks after it hits the enemy, but the part on the tip breaks."

While saying something terribly cruel, Ray stretches his fork to the meat in udon soup.

Because it is sufficiently simmered, a fork pierces the meat without resistance, and is carried straight to the mouth.

I look slightly dissatisfied with the fork I have, enjoying the feeling of being able to untie it in my mouth.

I grew up with a culture called chopsticks, Ray. Of course, there was no reason not to use a fork like when eating pasta, but there was still some discomfort in eating udon with a fork.

(That said. Anyway, if you've been using chopsticks since you were little, residents of this city will never be able to use them. Then the evil stands out...... well now)

Ray also knew that he was prominent in this city of Gilm, where many people like freaks and hobbyists were gathered.

Then he decided that it would be no different for the inhabitants of this world to use unknown dishes called chopsticks, and he decided to make chopsticks for himself somehow. With the excuse that there won't be any problems when it comes to the knowledge gained from books I've seen before.