Legend

Seremus Plains. It is a place that can also be described as a buffer zone between the Kingdom of Mireana and the Bestian Empire. It is a vast plain with forests, forests, or small but also lakes, and at the same time a setting for a war waged countless times before between the Kingdom of Mireana and the Bestian Empire.

If it were, it would not be strange for either country to settle in relation to an area called the Plains. And in fact, there have been previous attempts by both countries, or smaller countries nearby, to settle in, but each time each other's countries skirmished or developed into a full-scale war, claiming that the Seremus Plains were their own territory. For this reason, every country now halved its colonization of this Seremus plain, which turned out to be a fertile land but a kind of buffer zone.

Moreover, the earth, which has sucked thousands, tens of thousands, or more of lives, blood, flesh, and fear of death in previous battles, has naturally become the soil that produces the undead, and by day, anyway, at night, the undead, such as Skeletons, Zombies, Reyes, or Living Armor, wander about.

The kingdoms of Mireana and the Bestia Empire, which of course consider the Seremus Plains to be ours, also sent sacred magic users to purify the Seremus Plains. However, many of the resentments that had accumulated in the land were not very much in the hands of men, and in the end they had been able to complete the land of the Seremouth Plains, near the country, with minimal purification so that the undead would not come in.

And there are currently countless tents and tents on the side of the Kingdom of Mireana on such Seremus Plains. For the war to come, and to sow resentment over this Seremus plain again.

"... again, that's a lot of people. This all came together to take part in this war?

In the meantime, Ray groans looking down at the formation of the Royal Mireana Army from the top of a small hill inside the Seremus plain with Seto.

"Grrrrrrrr"

I agree, but Seto rattles his throat like I said.

In those eyes comes sights like tents and tents that extend on one side as far as I can see, or knights who are training just quickly, or those who are still high in the sun and early in the evening but are beginning to prepare for dinner, or soldiers who are caring for their weapons.

In Ray's eyes, it was only a big mess to understand exactly how many people were gathering, but there still seemed to be nearly 100,000 lightly.

"Besides, this isn't all we've got yet."

As I stroke Seto's head, I remember what I asked the knights of the escort.

Dusker, who is also the central figure of the Neutralists, has instructed those in his faction to do all they can, and indeed the nobles of the Neutralists have sent every possible force. But it was the story of some nobles who, despite the central figure, the Duke of Keller, ordered them to maximize their power, had sent only about half of their power, no, about a third, because of the tight spending. To the Kings, the forces dispatched despite being the largest faction are only about 1.5 times those of the aristocracy. Moreover, although they belonged to the Kings, most of them were rebellious or took problematic action against those above them.

I was shocked to hear that far, Ray, but when I heard him say that he couldn't help but feel that critical because he wasn't directly damaged like Dusker, I had to convince him that was true, too.

What was surprising, however, was that the royalist nobles sent to the land had prepared every possible force. It's impossible if the Kings are judging this war to be as regular as usual, but Ray decides that's all the nobles sent here must have been heretical among the Kings.

(The bigger the faction, the more factions can be formed in it. I guess it was those who lost in that factional protest who were sent here....... hmm?

Ray, who watched the Royal Mireana Army stroke Seto, notices those who climb the hill, a group of about five going straight for where Ray and Seto are.

(Knight, huh?

Breast armor is worn by all five, and family crests are engraved throughout the armor. That alone was clear that the group was aristocratic.

(Well, hopefully it won't be a hassle)

If it's the neutrals who are on their way, nothing is wrong. At any rate, Ray is hired as a direct report by Dusker, who is also a central neutral figure. But it was clear that if this was a nobleman or a king, it was going to be some trouble.

That's why I decided it was going to be problematic behavior to ignore those who came all the way towards me when I needed help and return with Seto to the positions of the Larks Army, eventually waiting for the five who would come close with Seto stroked.

Eventually, less than a few minutes later, nobility, or five supposedly knights, is Seto sleeping on the ground on the hill. Then lean over to that ceto and arrive forward to the relaxing Ray.

"You got a minute?

While somewhat surprised by that call, which was unexpected to the aristocracy, Ray turns his gaze to the man who came calling out.

He must have been made with some kind of special metal. A man wearing a green breasted armor. As for his age, he was in his early 20s, and his face had a soft eye, but he was overall neat. In addition, the discomfort received from the sheath on its hips was peculiar to what Ray felt from the magic item.

And most of all, Ray was surprised that the person he spoke to didn't have a fear of Seto. No, or maybe I have a fear of Seto, but there was nothing like voicing it. The other four around say they have an indelible fear in their eyes.

Interested in such an opponent, Ray nodded small and stood up keeping his body away from Seto.

"Gru?"

Seto whispers his throat down to Ray, away from himself, but the four who have come to speak to Ray only with that little squeal retreat after a few steps.

No, this is the normal reaction, and it's more unusual for a man who doesn't look particularly surprised to hear Seto squeal up close.

"No problem. You got something for me?

"Oh, you! The way you speak to Master Siminar..."

"Oh, good, good"

The surroundings of a man called Siminar, who heard Ray's words, almost reflexively try to yell at Ray, but it was surprisingly in person that stopped it.

"But Master Siminar, the adventurer's flair makes a bad mouth towards Master Siminar..."

"I'm telling you I'm good, that's all right, right?

"... if that's what Master Siminar says... hey, you. No matter how good an adventurer you are, you're going to stop dealing with nobles and listening to your disgraceful mouth. I forgive you for being so generous, Mr. Siminar, but you can't complain about being slaughtered and killed on the spot."

A man stopped by Siminar calls out to Ray like that even as he looks dissatisfied.

(Heh... this is pretty good)

At first I wondered if it was accompanied by a typical aristocrat, but Ray raised his emotional voice inside without thinking about that action he had advised toward such a ray.

I nod small at such aristocratic words and bow my head.

"As for the use of words, I'm not too used to the nobility's fluency. Plus, if you're an employer, you're different now, aren't you?

On that word of Ray, a siminar with a pocan look for a moment.

"Damn, hahaha. Yes, I do. Am I surely only a stranger to you now? Right. Shall we introduce ourselves again? I'm Siminar Gupsos. Count Gupsos is next in line."

"I'm Ray. He plays Rank C Adventurer in the city of Gilm. This is Seto."

"Gru."

Ray introduces himself all the time as he strokes Seto's head.

Siminar, who was introduced to him, nods small with a grin.

While he is soft, he is one way or another a well-looked man with a Rin look on his face, but when he smiles, he looks somewhere childish. That was the impression Ray got from Siminar. You can call it a pretty good impression if you make it Ray, who has what can be termed prejudice against nobility.

"Oh, I know. I was looking for you, and I've come this far."

"... Me?

"That's right. I just wanted to talk to you. Do you mind?

Ray gives a slightly bewildered look to a siminar who comes in friendly with no concern for the difference in identity when it comes to being a nobleman, but also a very high-ranking nobleman: the Count family.

I don't care if they sell fights and become entangled aristocrats, but I guess this also represents Ray's lack of life experience around having difficulty dealing with them when they are friendly.

And with Ray's bewildering tricks in his eyes, Siminar nodded small as if he understood something, calling out to the four people who were on his side.

"I'm sorry, but you guys need to stay away for a minute. Apparently, Ray knows people."

"Dear Siminar!?

"Wait, with a stranger adventurer... and don't leave Master Siminar in a place with a high-ranking monster named Griffon"

That's what the two told him as if they were in a hurry, and the other two try to make him snort and change Siminar's opinion as well, but Siminar was stubborn.

"If Griffon there really tried to do something about me, it wouldn't be much different without about four escorts"

"But!

"It's tough. I said stay back."

That appearance, which commands a slight strengthening, makes people feel accustomed to commanding.

Even from Ray's eyes, he was releasing the piercing locks he deserved as a heir to the nobility.

……

And in the end, the four accompanying men, reluctantly, decided to acquiesce to Ray and Siminar being alone in the name of scouting the surroundings scattered around the hills.

"Actually, I've been looking for Ray since the beginning."

"... to me? Why again?"

"You're famous among adventurers, aren't you? Until this war started, I guess it was famous around the city of Gilm alone, but there's a massive crowd of adventurers here at rank D and above. Among them, if you're from the city of Gilm, where some of the adventurers say you have the best of them, and you have more griffons or an item box, and you can stand up and fight... you know what I mean? Nature and rumors don't spread."

"Even when I say arms of battle, the war has actually begun..."

That's it, and I remember Luno's words.

Talk about the spread of a light beating of someone who has become involved with me.

"... well, mostly I get it. So, what's your interest in me?

"Right, let's just get straight to it. Apparently, you don't like to be distant.... Ray, why don't you come under me?

"Under you?

"Oh.... right, did I forget to mention this? My home, Count Gupsos, is a king. No, to be precise, it's a neglected presence among the Kings, I suppose."

"Neglected?

"My father made a little noise with the king. Count Gupsos is a troublemaker among the Kings today."

I'm not sad at all when I say it's about my house... rather I twist my neck inside Ray at that look that even makes me smile somewhere happy.

Ray has lived in Elgin before and knows how important home is to the aristocracy. But even then, the man in front of me now seemed too openly underestimating his own home.

"So, what do you say? If you come to me, I think you'll get the right treatment."

"I'm sorry, but for a short time, I'm not moving out of the city of Gilm at the moment. Let me turn that down."

"... heh. Do you mind if I ask?

"Being in the city of Gilm is convenient to me in many ways."

There's no way to tell me you're collecting unknown demon stones for Warcraft, Ray, so deluded.

"I dare not ask how convenient it would be, but still is the border better than the territory of the Count Gupsos family near the capital of the Kingdom of Mireana?

"Right. It's the border, I should say."

"Damn, you're a really funny guy. You are. I didn't think you'd turn down my invitation, a nobleman, directly from the front.... but well, I can't help but say no. I don't want to make it worse by asking you out. And... Apparently they're inviting someone else besides me."

Chirali, and a siminar with a noticeable grin at one figure climbing the hill.

"Well, I see. Did the Princess also invite you? Then I guess it's natural not to get on the invitation of a man like me who's miserable."

Having heard the word General Princess, Ray turns his gaze almost reflexively toward the person coming this way.

At the end of that gaze is the figure of a female knight carrying a Battleax. I can also confirm that there is some sort of small creature on my shoulder. At that point I could imagine who would be climbing onto this hill, and Ray had a grin on his mouth before realizing it himself.

"Well, for now, you mean until you say hello. You can always tell me if you want me to hire you, or if you need help. You're welcome to make a loan to a strong man."

That's all I'm saying, Siminar calls the four of you down the hill.

He seemed to have a word or two with the lady knight who carried the Battleax along the way, but he returned to his position without anything particularly sinister.