Legend

"Phew... that was a hit inn"

Ray takes off his dragon robes and Slapenil shoes and rolls over to the bed of the room passed at Bihai's Coral Pavilion to whine.

The dinner we had in the dining room was satisfactory in quantity anyway, and satisfactory in size, even if it was not as large as the wheat pavilion at dusk with regard to the stables that would be Seto's bedding.

When it comes to the only dissatisfaction, there are only about 3 tatami in relation to the location of the corner room, the majority of which is blocked in bed, but it took the inn knowingly, and most importantly, one silver coin per night with breakfast and dinner. Given the treatment of the other adventurers in the city of Emosion today, I'd say it's broken.

"Well, that's anyway. Let's start tomorrow..."

I guess we should focus our consciousness on that, because we originally came here to defeat the bounty-neck monster known as Rem Race. But the key target is hiding deep in the ocean, and even if you sink a ship, you'll be using magic. Even if we take him down, we can't do anything unless we can confirm the enemy's appearance.

"There's no way I'm going to boil it down to all the seawater..."

If you think about Ray's own magic, it's probably possible if you say it's possible or impossible. But this is the harbor, and its hands are only the biggest bad hand, no matter what you think, beyond living with the sea. If you do poorly, you will defeat the prize-neck monster, but you will become the prize-neck.

Of course I am confident that I will defeat the opponent who will come after the prize even if it is the prize neck. But if that happens, the city of Gilm, which is a hometown, will not be available either. That is very awkward in many ways.

"Then, like today, I'll have to fly into the sky and lure the lem race out on Ceto?

Whimpering, sighing small.

Because I remembered a spear of magically made sea water. It's very incompatible with someone who specializes in water magic for Ray, who originally specializes in flame magic. Still, I don't know if it matters if the enemy shows up, but I'm starting from the idea of discovering what the enemy looks like in the first place. I couldn't help but be depressed.

"That said, you're gonna have to do it. I've come this far around the corner, and above all, it's the kind of monster that causes all this commotion. I definitely want to get the material made of demonic stone.... Thinking about it this way, should I have brought Miloir and Egret?

I thought so for a moment, but I have no doubt that if I had brought those two in, I would still have wandered around the city looking for an inn.

There is no room in the small room where Ray is now where three people can sleep, and most importantly there was an anticipation that Miloir would hate being in the same room as a man.

"First...... I'll have to try flying at sea for a while tomorrow to attract lem races, huh? And if we can identify the enemy, we can figure out some way to deal with it."

There was fatigue in the journey and in the rescue efforts, and even more so, he lay down on the bed and left himself to the sleeper.

The next day, when he woke up at the 6: 00 a.m. bell, Ray watched the other adventurers eat breakfast in the dining room with seafood soup, bread, and baked fish with seafood salad.

"What do we do today?

"I don't care what you say. You came all the way to the kingdom of Mireana for the prize money, but you can't help it if the key prize neck doesn't show up. I'll go to the guild for now and get an affordable request. It's only Harbor Street, and it's expensive."

"Oh, bad. Then why don't you take me with you?

"You? Well, as far as I can tell from my previous request, my arms are just as good, I don't mind."

"Hmm, I don't like to give up my purpose for now, so I guess the nearby ocean. With any luck, you might be able to defeat the nearby monsters and get Demon Stones and other materials."

"No, you're giving up your purpose at a time when you're not after Rem Race, aren't you?

"I don't know what I'm going to do... the prize money is fascinating, but I guess this doesn't come up with a goal either. Plus, we're getting a lot of adventurers looking for that prize money, so we're getting less of that stuff."

"Right. Besides, the adventurers in this Emotion city have been watching us for a little while."

"You can't help that. Anyway, it's like they put a bounty on us because we don't have the strength. We're here for the prize money, and we can't be seen in a favorable way."

"Uh, I guess I'll give up my bounty neck and go to other cities already. Even if you're here for a thousand bucks, you're wasting your time wasting less money."

"If you want to, how about that? We'd be better off with fewer competitors."

Savor seafood soup with a nod as convinced as you can hear it coming from anywhere in the dining room that way.

(It's nice to have gathered for the prize money for the lem race, but it seems that there's nothing we can do about it because the key lem race won't show up. You should probably say you're lucky it's possible to fly through the sky and lure them in somewhat safely)

Simply seasoned baked fish with salt, squeeze some kind of citrus fruit before placing it on top of the bread with the seafood salad and transporting it to your mouth.

There was just a hidden inn, and the breakfast served was of no less level than the evening wheat pavilion used by Ray in the city of Gilm.

Especially what means they use, the steamed shrimp inside the seafood salad brings a texture and a deep taste like playing teeth.

(I'd like to try fried shrimp or something. I have eggs, bread flour, flour and shrimp, but then all I have left is oil. Olive oil and sesame oil are good for Harbor Street... but then the sauce, no tartar sauce. But was there a pickle or something in this world?

Think that far and return it to me.

I came to this city not to eat fried shrimp, but to defeat the lem race. Shake your head and undo the thought that was off the side because the shrimp in the sticky seafood salad was delicious.

"Hey, what's wrong with that girl? He's shaking his head."

"Come on? But why is such a child here? I don't think you're looking for a rem race."

"Damn, what kind of joke is that? If you can beat a lem race to a starving ghost like that, I'll be the first to win the prize."

Hear the talk of an adventurer's party that was dining at the table next to Ray's and exhale Ray.

Even though I deserved it, I'm not very happy about the situation.

Recently, the alias Deep Red has spread, but it is only an alias given to magic warriors with griffons, and Ray, with Seto on his side, has only been seen like a wizard apprentice child, as he has been.

(Well, I can't help it. Do you want to go to the guild first and pick up as much information on the lem race as you can? However, it would be better if the busy hours of the morning came after a paragraph)

He whines inside, carries his leftover meal to his mouth as he savors it, and finally finishes his breakfast with a mixed juice of various fruits.

After that, go out with Seto all over the city and buy seafood unique to the harbor, or buy it raw in bulk and store it in mysteries while killing time.

And for Ray and Seto, having had a happy time as if it had come to the city of Emosion for a purpose in a way, eventually one and one of the adventurers' guild's busiest moments are past, while looking slightly spared, head to the adventurers' guild as originally planned.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Even on that road, Ray eventually arrives at the guild as Seto rings in the back of his throat wanting to cook seafood, or as Ray remembers Japan by looking at a white curtain made of squid hanging from a laundry string to dry.

"Well, Seto"

"Gru."

Even if not told to the end, Seto falls asleep silently toward the space for the Alliance's squire.

There was probably a carriage used by those who were in the guild, and the horse was solidified when he saw Seto, or even threatened by those who didn't know about Seto the day before because he came to this city this morning, but it was already all the usual and Ray didn't care to go into the guild.

Then...

"I'm not kidding!

As soon as I open the door, I hear such a yell from inside.

Sometimes I thought it was a drunken rub because the voice I heard was a woman's voice, or because the liquor store was co-located just like any other city guild, Ray, but it was from the guild's counter that I heard voices, where a brown-skinned woman in a swimsuit, like a bikini, was yelling at the adventurers.

(brown skin? Dark Elves...... No, sunburn. Even so, why are they swimsuits all over the city?

A dark elf guild master figure, arguably overtoned for a moment, passed the back of his brain, but at the end of his gaze was a woman with brown skin due to sunburn. Even more naturally, from the woman in the bathing suit, there is no excessive color of the marina.

"I'm sorry, but we have to take it if we have to."

One of the men in the threesome of adventurers being yelled at by a woman was bowing his head as he apologized.

Even though the other two look uncomfortable with the condition, there is no particular appearance of mouth.

(Please? Is this some kind of rub?

Ray was about to attract interest for a moment, but the purpose of coming here in the first place was to seek information about the Rem Race. For this reason, the women in swimsuits and adventurers who are arguing are moved to the counter a little further away from where they are, and a voice is called to the receptionist.

"I'm sorry, but I need information about the Rem Race."

You can get a guild for the minimum amount of information beyond being the prize neck. That was what Lenora and Kenny had asked me before I left the city of Gilm, but it was a late act.

But you can't say that on Ray's exterior and the receptionist says yes. The fact that low-ranking adventurers recklessly try to get to the Rem Race and die in vain is a matter of guild unhappiness. Even if, for example, he was an adventurer for another branch of the guild.

"Please post your guild card. Because we only allow adventurers of rank D and above to limit themselves to information on lem racing"

"Oh, this is it?

"Huh!?... excuse me. Dear Ray, Rank C Adventurer. I did check. This will be the material."

I was surprised to see Ray's guild card because it was known about the reference letter from Marina, guild master in the city of Guild, or because I knew he was just a powerful adventurer with the alias Deep Red again? Anyway, the receptionist gave me a few seconds but a surprise look and immediately gave me a piece of paper of the material in hand.

Perhaps I have given the same dossier to many so far. There was something familiar about the condition.

... Note that some of the adventurers who had heard Ray request the Rem Race material tried to make a little noise by judging it on its appearance, but learned that it was rank C in the words of the receptionist, and would stop the move and inadvertently exhale a breath of relief.

It was the information of the lem race obtained through such a laborious process, but since it is said to be one sheet of paper, there was little known fact.

(No one has confirmed its appearance firmly until now, and it is awkward to keep the name unknown even with regard to the name Rem Race, so I just put it on for now? The only way we know how to attack is with water magic. Highly covert, water magic that can be attacked from a distance. Surely one sheet of paper would suffice for this degree of information. You're right if we talk about being repelled, but one way or the other, they missed it)

I quickly glanced at the paperwork that way, especially since I never got new information, so when I tried to leave the guild to get information if I wanted to fly over the sea in Seto and lure the lem race out and defeat it, as I had thought beforehand.

"Wait a minute! If you're an adventurer too, why don't you say something to these guys!?

It was the woman in the swimsuit who was hanging out with the adventurer at the counter a little further away who came in solidarity with Ray. He realizes he's getting himself involved in a dispute for some reason, and exhales.

"I'm sorry, but I'm still busy with this. I don't know why you're arguing, but I don't want you to get me involved."

"Don't get involved... you're the same stranger adventurer these guys are!? Then I'm not one of you!

"No, I don't want them in bulk with strangers..."

"If you try to be one of the people in this city, it's the same!

Without a particular island, he sighed again, arguing with a woman… Ray turning his gaze to the threesome adventurers who, to be more precise, continued to be blamed unilaterally.

"You can ask me a few questions, but why don't we at least go to the liquor store? You got me involved, so you're gonna give me a little extra time, right?

"... yes, excuse me"

A man of seemingly good adventurers bowed his head toward Ray with regret, and the five headed to a tavern co-located in the guild.