Legend

"Hmm... you're just getting used to this life"

Early in the morning, when the sun finally shows up completely, in a tent inside the camp, Ray gets up and checks his physique as he stretches.

Half a month had already passed since leaving the city of Gilm, and in the meantime, the Larks Army continued to move towards the Seremouth Plains, which became a battlefield while absorbing troops dispatched from the nearby city. Even Ray in charge of replenishment, if he had lived the same life for exactly half a month, he would have gotten used to it, and even if he had dealt with a large number of strangers as before, he would not have felt so much mental fatigue.

"Grrrrrrrr?"

You must have noticed that Ray woke up. Seto, who was sleeping right outside the tent, rubs his face as he rams his face through the entrance and throats Ray as a morning greeting.

"Oh, good morning. Well, I hear you're arriving at the Seremouth Plains after noon today. Until today, too. Seto's got a day left. Good luck, okay?

"Gru."

To the words of Ray, who was told as he was stroked in the head, Seto answers with a tiny throat, saying, Let it be.

Most importantly, since we are already out of the border where we do not know when the monsters will attack us, the burden on scouts, starting with Seto, is less than before. Bandits who are better intelligent than monsters. There is really a minority of people who imitate the foolishness that strikes a group called the army, and even that minority is wiped out by the hands of the meadow wolves before they are actually raided.

For this reason, Seto was also spared from the leading group of adventurers for a while here, traveling together near the carriage in which Ray was riding.

Most of all, it is correct that those who belong to the contingent of the other nobles who will join us on this are afraid of Seto, who is a Griffon. Except for the people of the city of Gilm, they have not yet been able to abandon their fear of Seth.

No, I guess the adventurers in the city of Gilm are more unusual in this case. Normally, it's harder to deal with a natural disaster, a rank A monster, and get along.

In this regard, it was influenced by the fact that many saw the sight of Ray and Seto being active together in the city of Gilm, even for a period of less than a year, or shopping in large quantities in stalls and Seto delightfully eating that dish.

"Whoa... whoa... Ray. You're doing well this morning."

Luno faces out of a tent that was near Ray. Being quite ranked and versatile, Luno was a convenient being in many ways, and he acted with Ray only to say that he was sorry for the trouble until he arrived at the Seremouth Plains by establishing his role as Ray's escort because of his presence. If you are acting as Ray's escort in any way, moving is also a carriage, and you will not be turned at the beginning or behind the most dangerous during the march. Of course, I have to keep Ray's safety more than being an escort, but in Luno and Ray it's the same rank. But there's an overwhelming opening when it comes to combat power. Therefore, while acting as Ray's escort, he does nothing in particular and is rewarded just for having a conversation in the carriage. That's also more than usual, more than in the name of Ray's escort, who is also a key figure in terms of replenishment.

"Oh. I'm finally done with my daily journey. Exactly. Being in a carriage for nearly half a month makes my body dull."

Luno unwittingly smiles at the words he is told to blur.

"What are you talking about? You've been moving your body around every day lately before you go to sleep."

"... Still, training is training. If I could at least do a mock fight with someone, I guess it would be different..."

"Ha, that's what I repeat, what are you talking about, right? You must have been the cause of the outburst. There's a limit to how involved you are."

To Luno, who doesn't just say he deserves it, Ray sighs about himself again, and quietly strokes Seto's head next door.

Essentially, more than this move is a military operation, if we get to the Seremus Plains, which is our destination, it will be a war sooner or later. As a result, some training time was also taken during the march. For example, after lunch, before and after dinner, before and after bed, however different the chain of command is, training time is taken for each unit. Ray, who initially did not show his face in training due to mental fatigue during replenishment when he started the march, was actively participating in the training to avoid blunting his body if he got used to it to some extent. I was in...

(There are idiots everywhere, but I don't think they're gonna pinpoint me.)

Unlike the military and the Knights, adventurers are only mercenaries. Of course, those who participate in the party will be able to collaborate, but basically, being like Ray, who acts on a party-by-party or solo basis, will act on an individual basis. For this reason, it was normal to break up with individuals and parties about training, but there was an incident about 10 days ago. The adventurers in the army who have just joined the Larks army, naturally not from the city of Gilm, or from the cities of Abu Ero and Subrusta who have heard Ray's name, have become involved in what Ray seemed to be a low-ranking adventurer. Naturally, as Ray, I didn't feel the need to shy away from his opponents like that, so I smashed the bones off both hands and legs and killed them instantly - I didn't kill them - but... those who watched it naturally had fears about Ray, and they were no longer in a situation where they could train together, not very much.

Most of all, only those who do not know Ray are avoiding Ray that way, and some of the adventurers in the city of Gilm treat Ray with no particular concern. Instead, some of those who watched the adventurer in the matter tangle with Ray said they were turning their gaze of pity.

"... well. So why don't you and I have a mock fight?

I guess Ray, who exhaled, looked somewhat depressed. Luno, who had a sleeping stretch, rarely called out to Ray.

"That helps, okay?

"Well, a mock fight against a strong opponent isn't bad for me either. But if you're serious, you won't have to cross my sword to do it."

"Oh, no problem. Then ask for a mock fight after breakfast."

"Aye.... Well, that's the end of the day when it comes to travel anyway. Let's stick together for the last day."

With Luno's voice, Ray also headed under the supply unit where Keo was waiting to prepare breakfast for 5,000 people from among the supplies.

"Oh, come on, what are those guys cooking? Why is it so fancy when it's food? All we got is bread, cheese and dried meat, right?

Such a voice echoes where the adventurers gather.

Even if you say military in a bite, it's a bunch of groups like knights, soldiers, volunteers and adventurers. Then, naturally, each of them would gather with their own kind, and in doing so, this was a picture of the adventurers gathering as a place to eat and a training ground.

Most of all, adventurers are adventurers and parties and acquaintances, so there are countless small groups of people. In the meantime, one adventurer shrugged unwittingly at the breakfast that the adventurer who was nearby had.

I couldn't help but notice that a sandwich filled with freshly baked bread with ham, vegetables, and cheese had bacon, vegetable soup, and a skewer that smelled like dripping fat.

Another adventurer man, who was nearby, smiles bitterly and opens his mouth to the adventurer man who shrugged like that.

"What, you belong to the army you joined yesterday?

"Hmm? Oh. Sure, but... you got it right."

A middle-aged man with a bitter smile opens his mouth with a small shoulder clapping at an adventurer with an unexpected look on his face.

In its hands were typical foods such as baked and hardened bread, dried meat, cheese and water, just like the first man to raise his voice.

The sight of the two is directed at a group of people who are eating what should be called food rather than food, which is unlikely to be a breakfast during the march.

"Those are the Larks."

Larks Leader. To that word, the first man to raise his voice stops the movement perfectly.

"The Larks Army means maybe..."

"Oh. You're right. I'm an adventurer in the city of Gilm."

"Are you from the border? Then I'm pretty sure you have good arms.... but even if it's because of the border, how can you have any fancy dishes? Because it's a frontier... No, it's a frontier, so it's gonna take more days to get here than we do, right? I mean, that's all I got. I'm supposed to have less food."

"Well, you would normally think so. But... oh, look. Here he comes."

The middle-aged man turns his gaze toward a painting that is open for training, eating a deliciously chopped piece of bread dipped in water and softened. I followed that gaze and pointed my gaze at you. At that time, I guess it was in a way the liver that the young man didn't scream. Similarly, some of the adventurers who first saw its existence were breathtaking or screaming, and when they became terrible, some were trying to escape breakfast intact.

Its presence appeared so that it could be illuminated by the spring morning sun. That is, look at the Griffon in Rank A Monster.

"Oh, man. Why is Griffon in such a place?"

Ask the man next door in a whisper not to draw the attention of Griffon, known as Reaper in the Great Sky, but what returned was a grin somewhere agreeable.

"Don't worry, there's nothing like being attacked. Look, look at that Griffon neck."

Follow the man's words and gently turn your eyes to your neck so that Griffon can't look at you. What was there was a familiar substitute. However, it is never something that can be hung around the neck of a griffon.

"... obedient devil's necklace?

"Oh. To my dismay, they're takin 'a griffon"

That word is like incredible to a man. Turn your gaze toward a mid-20s adventurer near Griffon, looking exactly as if he had been told that a mass of misrills had descended from heaven.

At this time, it must have been natural for a man not to be able to turn his gaze towards those in robes.

From the eyes of a man, it looked like an armed adventurer who had tamed Griffon knew him or was trying to arch his disciple's adventurer against him.

But the thoughts of such a man are smashed by the words of a man with such eyes as he had agreed next door.

"You're not. It's the robe who's takin 'the griffon."

"Ha!? Hey, there's no way you can tame a griffon on a kid like that, is there? You can't laugh if you're joking."

The middle-aged man smiles unexpectedly at the man who has said it back at such a rate that he can almost say it is reflective.

A man in a robe... if you talk about Ray, most people react the same way. Of course, those with strength spot the power of Ray, and those with the ability to sense magic breathe into Ray's presence without being told, but unfortunately the man listening to the middle-aged man now seemed different from them.

"I guess. That's what I thought at first.... but look at those guys."

A middle-aged man who speaks to a young man while turning his gaze to those whose adventurers from the Guild are solidifying.

Following that word, the man who turned his gaze again to those who had pointed earlier is about to accidentally drop the cheese he had onto the ground.

"Lies, right...?

The adventurers at the end of their gaze were afraid of almost all of their gaze toward Ray. Some of them looked like women adventurers waving lightly or storming into griffons, but only a handful of them did.

"That's not true. Hey, that woman..."

"Oh, I'm fine. She's got a little bit of a special taste."

of a flashing man...... or, like a man, the eyes of others who see the sight for the first time approximate, the woman who penetrated begins to stroke with joy as she hugs him to the griffon.

"... Is the adventurer of the city of Gilm a bunch of monsters? I can't believe I'm holding Griffon flat against me."

I don't believe it. No, the middle-aged man smiles bitterly and opens his mouth to the words of a man who whines like he doesn't want to believe it.

They said they felt the same way when they first saw the sight.

"Perhaps Gilm is not so much a place where there is normally..."

I reworded it in a normal place because so many of the adventurers in the city of Gilm have a frightening eye for Griffon and the children who are able to follow it.

"I mean, is that kid being glanced at here because he's carrying an obedient demon named Griffon?

A man asks as he looks at the griffon, but the middle-aged man slowly shakes his neck to the left and right.

"No, his strength is out of the question."

"Huh!? You mean he's such a strong kid?

"Oh. In fact, the Rank C adventurers who joined us about 10 days ago are tangled up with him and broken their limb bones after a few minutes. Besides, it's him. Why the adventurers of the Guild are eating fancy meals?"

"... what?

"Anything, he seems to have an item box. They're packing a lot of food in that item box."

"... item box? You're lying, right?"

I guess I can't believe the words that came out of the mouth of a middle-aged man. He was a man whining in a flash tone, but the middle-aged man only shook his head left and right in silence.

"There are things in the world that you can't even imagine. Look, this is advice. That kid... don't imitate me selling a fight to Ray. It does look like an apprentice wizard child only, but it seems to have been the fastest run up to Rank C since I signed up for Adventurer in Guild. I can't believe I'm following a griffon, but I have an item box that says there are only a few left in the world, and it has so much magic that the wizard fears it, and even more so as a warrior, it's a superb monster."

"... why is such a monster here..."

'Cause it's war.'

A middle-aged man who hasslessly returns to the man's words and begins to lay his hands on the breakfast he still has.

The lightly said man had no choice but to glance at the simulated battle taking place at the end of his gaze.