Legend

Lady Duke of Marca Quento. It has demonstrated its talent even earlier than today, and it possesses the same kind of beautiful qualities with regard to magic.

If the samurai representing the current kingdom of Mireana were Princess General Elaine Kelevel, Marca Quento was also known as the magical symbol of the next generation.

Young man who is only 7 years old...... No, he prefers to use the magic of the three attributes: the wind, the earth and the light, even though he is young, and the magic that dwells in him is one of the finest in the Kingdom of Mireana. It is not luxurious, it does not look down, it has a naive character, and it is very popular with those who live in the Duke of Quent.

It was rumored among the inhabitants that long green hair and a young but neat face, reminiscent of emeralds, would no doubt be called the beauty of the future.

While many of the nobles of the Kingdom of Mireana look down on the civilian population, Marca has sometimes used his magical power against the heir of the Viscount, who tried to impose difficulties on the inhabitants of the Duke's territory, without allowing such a thing to happen.

Naturally, the act of the Viscount's obsession with the Duke's people and his attempts to slaughter the Duke's wife could not have been done, but the Viscount family was later destroyed...

It was Ray who had no idea that the girl with those deep eyes on herself was such a person while stroking Seto in front of her, but it was still obvious that she was not just a girl, and there was no way she could take an appropriate response.

Consequently, Ray does not think that it is just the girl in front of him, but lowers the hood of the dragon robe he was wearing and opens his mouth.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not willing to go under anyone at the moment."

Should I have spoken in a more polite tone after I told you so? I thought so, Ray, but soon I exhale relief when I see Coran nodding small that he's okay.

"Well, why not? Is your lord an adventurer? Then I don't think it's so bad to serve a nobleman. The concubine will not bind the Lord's actions, and we will prepare whatever the Lord desires. Still the same answer?

"Oh. If you're just temporarily hired. Still, to people... that, too, doesn't suit my sexuality to serve aristocracy. Even if that's how much freedom is promised..."

"Even if it turns the Duke of Quento family against the enemy, which consequently has a great power within the kingdom of Mireana?

"Yes."

Without a moment of hesitation, Marca opens her mouth and gazes at Ray as if she had been distracted for only a moment, nodding that she would not hate to turn to the enemy whether it was the Duke's house for her own freedom or not.

The expression did not make me feel the depths unworthy of my age a few seconds before, but was a strong impression of Ningro's age-appropriate young age.

Next to such a ray, Coran is smiling small and bitterly and turning his gaze to Ray.

However, that gaze does not blame disrespect, but a mixed smile of familiarity that, in one way or another, is directed at one's companion.

"Ku...... ahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!

Marca breaks the silence and suddenly laughs. Seto, who had been stroked until a moment earlier, pointed his circular eyes at Marca, and Ray also gazed at Marca, who was laughing with a small, bitter smile at the expectation that had been removed several times.

As it were, Marca, who eventually had a laugh attack after about a minute, breathes while holding her flank, which became too laughable and painful.

"Ha, ha, ha... oh, you made me laugh. No, I don't want you to feel bad. I didn't make fun of your Lord. However, I didn't expect anyone to say this lightly if I didn't mind turning the Duke of Quent's house, which is also the concubine's home, to the enemy. No, there's just something about having an alias. Brilliant!"

Ray also gets stuck in words about what to say again to the way he praises it as he smiles.

Not so many of Ray's known aristocracies, but nevertheless there was some sort of aristocratic statue, but it was a girl with a presence in front of her called aristocracy that was completely different from that.

If you dare to raise similar figures, would it be something like Elaine? Of course it's completely different in terms of appearance, but Ray feels like the underlying one is somewhat alike.

"Ma'am, that's about it. Mr. Ray's in trouble too."

"Hmm? Um, yeah. I'm suddenly sorry, forgive me!

"Uh... oh. Nothing's wrong with me."

"Um, then forgive me. Then there's another one. I won't say any more about serving a concubine. Then why don't you make a friendship?

That's what I'm telling you, Marca, and I'm reaching out to you with dignity.

Its back is only a girl. Its body is small, but the way it is still reaching toward Ray in grandeur was undoubtedly that of the nobility.

Ray, who was offered that hand, also gets lost only for a moment, but reaches right out.

"Oh, a lot of things I don't know about the world, so I might annoy you, thank you"

Might not be a word to hang on a 7-year-old girl. But still, Ray admitted the girl in front of him as one being, and he wasn't going to shake it off any more than he was being asked to friendship.

"Um, um. It seems the concubines are different from the ordinary. Few people can be called friends. That's not how many people are close to each other, and it's even less when you're someone you can forgive. Koan is a good example."

"Not many people can cross with a lady. Regardless of the high mental age, being too high can be harmful in many ways."

That's what Coran tells Marca with a small laugh at her words, but what's floating there was a lonely color, one way or the other.

"Well, never mind. It's a shame there aren't many people who can go out with you as concubines, but there are still good encounters like this. Wouldn't you agree?

But Marca doesn't seem to have felt anything in particular for Koan's words, and she keeps stroking Seto's head.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto also sounds his throat as if he feels comfortable with the feeling of being stroked.

A quiet hour had passed in that state for about a minute, but he accidentally turned his gaze to Ray as if Marca had come up with something.

"Whew, Ray. Your lord has a reputation for being strong, but why don't you play with Corn?

"... Dear Marka?

To the sudden words, Koan unwittingly asks back.

Because I couldn't figure out why my own master, who was small but wise, abruptly mentioned that. I was told I wouldn't serve myself only in Marka. Not to mention it's a return of interest.

And Ray was the same again when it came to surprises. If we don't have to be hostile, we don't have to check each other's arms. And yet, I wonder why we need to fight all of a sudden.

But Marca walks right up to the garden, even with those two temptations in front of her.

"Gru?"

"Uh, right. Follow him."

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

To Ray's words, Seto heads outside with a short buzz in the back of his throat.

It was Ray watching how it went, but the corn next door keeps his head down small.

"I'm sorry, my lady... I'm not always like that."

"There must be a lot of things to be a Duke's Lady. So, what do we do?

You're gonna do it? Koan smiles at people's good-looking smiles at Ray's words with, and still nods at them never denying it.

"I won't retreat later than the lady said oh and... besides, I just want to work with Mr. Ray, even for me. If you don't mind."

Even Ray understands that standing in the arms of the person in front of him is with his body, atmosphere, or intuition. So it was true that if we were to actually fight, we would have to expose ourselves to various hand tags, and I didn't really care.

But it is also true that there is a desire to try to fight the man in front of us in the opposite sense, where the feelings of the former and the latter fight in the mind and in the end the latter triumph.

"... ok"

Koan smiles the same way at Ray's words and hands on the door.

"Thank you. So shall we go? I'll show you."

The mansion of the Duke of Quento house is built on a first-class among the aristocratic towns. In that garden, Ray was facing Coran.

A little further away, Marca holds herself to Seto, who is sleeping on the lawn, but the temperature itself is probably hot, even if she says how smooth Seto's hair feels in the summer heat and dazzling sun. He had a small spell, lowered the ambient temperature and then leaned towards Seto.

(Heh, don't use magic on masters for long)

Ray, who watched that happen, distances himself from Koan as he nodded as impressed by Marka's magical arm.

The death-size taken from the mystering was already gripped in the hand, and Koan, who was facing each other about 5 m away from such a ray, also pulled his sword out of the sheath of his hips and set it up again.

"For once, this is only a game. Try to avoid imitations that cause fatal injuries to the target."

"That being said, I think most wounds can be managed with the healing magic of a lady."

"Play. Don't count on the magic of a concubine from the beginning. … most of all, those who have the strength of two lords. I don't expect amateurs to make mistakes like that."

"Heh, can you use healing magic too"

"Yes. With your daughter's restorative magic, it's fine to have two or three arms amputated."

"It would be amazing if I had three arms."

Peek into the gap as we speak lightly to each other.

Ray subtly repositions the death size, while Koan against it so that he can react wherever the attack comes from against a rare weapon called the Great Sickle.

(I didn't know that even if we faced each other like this, we wouldn't change the look of the shards with a smile on our face. Ningro, I even get the impression that he's smiling and erasing all his expressions)

Whimpering in his heart, he releases a blow that causes the Death Size Blade to sweep up toward the bottom.

Then Koan was immediately changing the sword he had erected on the upper level to the middle.

Those who fight Ray will first be confused by the Death Sickle, which is also its Great Sickle. A sickle is a very rare weapon, so few can deal with it right away, and in a sense, it is a weapon that can be called a first sight. Moreover, since there are not so many survivors fighting Rays with Death Size, the trend is unnecessarily stronger.

But Koan sets up his sword without breaking his grin while dealing with such a death size.

While we feel something creepy about such an opponent, we repeat our small feint rewards with each other's fine behavior.

From the side, the barely meaningful interaction lasted for a few minutes, and eventually I guess I got tired of it. Marca opens her mouth as she leans against Seto.

"Lord, then it won't be over forever. Play a little more promising battle for me. Oh, yeah, yeah. I forgot to mention, Koan is not a former Rank A Adventurer. There's nothing like dying in the Lord's attack, so you can attack with confidence. If you don't die, I'll restore you to the magic of a concubine."

It was the opposite of what I said earlier about not relying on my healing magic.

But there is no doubt that the word set the battle in motion.

"You had no problem getting one or two of your hands and feet slashed off. Then... let's go!

Ray kicks the ground with a short scream, slashing it from the bottom with its huge blade, trying to squeeze it up in a death size.

"I won't make it that easy!

Koan also responds immediately to slaughter that is not normally possible when fighting, which is coming from a position low enough to come into contact with the ground.

Flash the sword in your hand and play the Death Size blade.

But that wouldn't end with something like just a former Rank A Adventurer. Using the impact of the Death Size Blade, he carried out a slash straight to Ray.

If normal, even if you used the impact of an opponent's blow to unleash an attack, the power would be to a lesser extent easily prevented. But it was the former Rank A Adventurer who already had the ability to fight across people's boundaries who unleashed that blow. Consequently, common sense does not make sense, and the blade directed at Ray's face...

"Ooh, ooh!

The moment I saw the blow of the long sword coming towards me, I twisted my hand, which was holding the death size almost reflexively, and forcefully intercepted the long sword in the patterned part.

A tall metal noise called Khin, rang into the garden, preventing each other from striking, and the two gently jumped backwards to take a distance.

"That's just great. The Death Size is enhanced through magic, so a normal long sword can cut your body at the point of blade alignment."

"No, no matter what it looks like, this sword was created by the alchemist of the magic city of Ozos, who elaborated on gold, technology, and material. If you think about it, you won't be so easily destroyed."

Koan tells me that as he smiles at his mouth the same way.

Ray also has a fierce grin at how his opponents are...

At the next moment, we will all lower the weapons that we had in place.

"Mm-hmm? What's wrong?

Marka, who had his eyes shining and watched the two interact, spoke to the two with a surprised look, but it was Coran who answered it.

"I'm sorry, lady. If you continue to fight Mr. Ray like this, it will probably be a battle between one of you dying or living. Whatever the duel is, I thought we should stop around here because we're just going to do that in an arms test match."

"... Mmm, right. That's what Corn would say. I can't help it, it's not funny that I couldn't confirm Ray's arm, but it's clear that he still has enough strength to play with Coran, so let's be good around here."

With Marka's word, the match was over.