Legend

Roble's spear falls to the ground and makes a metal noise.

At the same time, Shty returns to me and opens her mouth, worried as she watches the battle between the two.

"Oh, until then! Winner, Ray!

He couldn't have just bounced off his weapon and got turned further behind him and stuck a massive blade of death size in his neck muscle without Roble admitting to losing, and Roble admits to losing himself without saying anything.

"You're strong."

"Sort of. This is still Rank C... No, I became a Rank B Adventurer, so not to this extent."

"... Huh, you disgusting bastard. But, well, do I have to admit I'm better than I am when it comes to combat ability?... Rank B promotion,"

I guess I succeeded in calming complex emotions like jealousy, admiration, favor and aversion that were in my chest in the current battle. Smile small and tap lightly on the shoulder wrapped in Ray's dragon robe.

"Your moves were amazing inside, too. If he was a normal guy, or a normal weapon, he probably wouldn't have gotten it with that Penetrate Fang."

"Hmm, I'll put it well. You prevented it without looking particularly hard. Besides, you didn't mean it yourself, did you? I didn't use throwing spears or magic."

Roble, who in words tells him remorsefully, but what is on his face was a back-bellied grin.

He smiled like that, and Ray flaunted his shoulder again small.

"I told you. Normally. I don't think I'm normal myself, and Death Size is just as normal a weapon."

Whimpering, Ray storing the death size to the mistering.

Roble, who was watching how it went, takes the spear rolling to the ground in sigh.

(When I used it before, I couldn't kill the impact of the power slash and the pain ran on my wrist, but that didn't happen this time. 'Cause you're getting used to your skills? Or simply because it was the spear that used the power slash... I hope it was the former if I could)

Ray thinks inside while watching Roble like that, wearing a dragon robe hood to cover his face.

Those who watched the battle between Ray and Roble around him give a look frightened by the act of deliberately lowering their hood and covering their faces in the middle of the summer.

Besides, even right after the fight,

I guess it was because I didn't know that Dragon Robe's ability to keep temperatures constant.

Cool in summer, warm in winter. A dragon robe with a kind of simple air-conditioning effect could have been described as a magic item or rather out of standard.

To the extent that, at least to a lesser extent, people would continue to want it throughout the Kingdom of Mireana, or from neighbouring and other countries, if they learned of its effects.

"Uh, even so, I fought. I fought. You fought as hard as you could to be refreshed, and it doesn't matter that you fell into the rank-up exam. Plus, I'm a Rank C, so I can get a Rank B request for one rank. Shutty's with us."

A neat look, Roble smiles and turns his gaze to Shty.

Shty takes that gaze, even with a frightened look on his face.

"Damn, I can't do it. I wonder if I have a good woman somewhere."

"A lover.... Nice. Me neither..."

"Oh? So what about me or something?

"Nah, the same adventurer I am. In the first place, you're not my type."

With the conversation that way, the adventurers around return to the guild.

"Okay, I won because I bet on Ray!... but you're hardly making any money."

"That's right. In the first place, it's the fate of the book, right? Think of a multiplier. But you don't have to be like him."

"Roble... I bet at the corner, don't lose..."

"Uh, he did bet on a big hole like Ones in the rank-up exam. You deserve it. I mean, you're gonna have a miserable time partying with him."

Those who won the bet, and those who lost, were just as happy as they said.

"Hmm? Are you back?"

The conference room on the second floor of the guild, that's all the Residence whines about when he sees the three Rays who came in there.

I guess I was half anticipating around not asking how the win or loss was.

"Oh? What happened to the aristocrats and Ones?

Residences flaunt their shoulders at Shty's inquiry, which I noticed even though only one of the residents was in the conference room.

"I've already done my job, so I'm home. I guess it's just nobility and I have a lot of errands to run. The same goes for Ones."

"... Regardless of the aristocrats, I wish Ones would say hello"

Shty whining somewhat lonely.

Even though we were oligarchy, I guess we had a lot of intimacy just because we acted together this time and got a lot of help.

With a small grin on how it looks like that, the Residence hands two guild cards to Ray and Shty.

"What is this..."

I turned to the guild card I was given, making sure the rank indicated there was B, and shrugged unintentionally.

Ray similarly, unexpectedly sees the rank represented on the card.

"From now on, you two will be rank B. In particular, Ray has sometimes been rank B fastest by registering for this guild, and while it may be troublesome from now on, be mindful of the behavior that he has become regarded as a rank B adventurer, that is, a first-rate, or skilled man. And as Ray's Rank B said at the time of the acceptance announcement, it will be limiting. Remember, if you take a request from a nobleman, you may be assisted by a guild."

Ray snorts at the words of the Residence.

Even for Ray, the person who interacts with nobility on his own behalf is welcome and not abominable.

Shty was also told by the Residence, and I guess I finally got the feeling that I was rank B. I was smiling.

Next to those two, Roble imitates that he opens his mouth a few times every time he says something and closes it... but eventually he speaks out as if he decides to.

"Shty, Ray, why don't we celebrate the promotion of Rank B after this? What am I supposed to say when it falls, but it's not a corner."

"... okay?

"Oh, for Shty's sake and... and then Ray too. Let me celebrate. 'Cause I'm gonna be here today."

"That's it, okay? I look like this, and I eat pretty good, don't I?

"I'll take care of it. Even if you say you've fallen this exam, it's Rank C, right? I'm making a lot of money, so I don't know how much."

To Ray's words, Roble undertakes by tapping his chest from the top of his armor.

Shty grins at her lover's care as she sees how it goes.

"Thanks. Well, keep it up."

Thus, when I gathered myself in a good way and tried to leave the conference room quickly, I could call from behind.

"Just give me a minute. Actually, I have business with Ray."

"An errand?"

"Oh. I don't know if you know, but there's a bunch of nobles in this city right now who want you to serve. That's the relationship."

Roble and Shty hear the nobleman talk about a servant and have a surprising look on their face.

But Ray shakes his head sideways without any hesitation.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna stop the adventurer."

"I know. Until a little while ago, there were a lot of guys who would still tell me to let them see me..."

"but?"

"Looks like your friend turned his hand around. Most nobles have given up, and few have left the city."

He told me he was your friend who turned his hand, and it was Marka's figure past the back of his brain.

"Then you have no business, do you?

"No, there are those who still say they want to see you. Even if the Duke of Quent can't..."

"Trouble again"

It was an accidentally squeaky Ray, but I guess the Residence does the same. Open your mouth with a small shoulder clasp.

"If you think you've become a Rank B Adventurer or have an alias, you can't help it. And I'm not telling you to see each other more than once. You can do it all in one go, so it's not that much trouble."

"All the hassle in one go? No, that does help as far as I'm concerned... but does the other side know that? I'm sorry you got into trouble with nobles, huh?

"Oh, no problem. He thought, of course, that if he could, it would be his own house... but somehow, if he did the same thing over and over again, the Alliance Master said Ray wouldn't like to run away."

"... oh, I see"

While I was talking about myself, I was lightly convinced that if I did get the invitation of a servant from the aristocracy many times, I would escape.

"So what the Alliance Master suggested was that they all put together and create a single opportunity for talks. I know the result, but still don't feel the spiciness of those who serve the nobility where you have to take the story to Ray. Anyway, we're currently in the process of scheduling those nobles. You can just meet me once when you're done with that. You don't mind?

To the Residence's words, you must have decided it looked like a pain in the ass. Not just Roble, not even Shty, turns his pitiful gaze to Ray somewhere.

"That's all we're talking about. You can go.... Oh, wait"

Now it was the Rays who tried to get out of the conference room, but they can be stopped again.

When I tried to turn around again with a sigh of breath, also meaning come on... Ray feels something flying towards him and catches him reflexively.

What's in your hand is the feel of hard metal. When I opened the hand I was holding, what was there was one gold coin.

"What's this?

"Oh, um, it's a promotion celebration. With that, you can eat as much as you like."

The person who looked most pleased with the words was Roble, who, needless to say, had declared himself to be luxurious in his promotion celebration.

If it was just Ray and Shty. Still, they were worried if Seto would be enough money when they told him he was coming too.

"Thanks for your help."

"Thank you"

"Thank you"

Three people leave the conference room saying thank you, Roble, Shty and Ray.

The Residence holds his head unexpectedly after his complete disappearance as he drops off his hindsight.

(... I was going to do a silver coin, why a gold coin...)

To my unexpected failures, I sincerely put my thoughts on saving lives after tomorrow.

Having said less, he receives the reward of a bicorn crusade he received in the rank-up exam at the counter, and Roble, who was in luxury and mouth, hoists his cup with a grin and opens his mouth.

"Well, celebrate Rank B promotion for Shty and Ray...... cheers!

Cheers!

Three people bumping each other's cups to match Roble's head.

"Congratulations!"

"Roble, even though you said you fell this time, good luck with your next exam!

"Shty, I love you. You're going out with me!

Because it is a promotion celebration in a liquor store co-located in the Alliance, each of the adventurers around them, who know the results of the rank-up exam, throws words of celebration, words of comfort, and even teasing words.

"Who is this guy who is confused and leaning over to Shty!?

"Look, calm down. It's drunken bullshit anyway."

Shty stopped Roble, who was about to reach for the spear standing on the table, and Ray looked with a grin as he drank the wine that diluted the look with water.

"Congratulations, Ray, on passing the rank-up exam"

A voice that can be hung on such a ray.

Turning your gaze towards you, there's Kenny.

Yes, there was a giant pie on the plate I was offering, drifting fragrant scents all around me.

"Sounds delicious, you'll want to be... better at work?

I can imagine not seeing the counter from Ray's currently seated seat, but still, the usual Lenora would definitely be angry first.

But Kenny opens his mouth with a grin at Ray's question like that.

"It's okay. Because I'm not that busy at this hour, and I've already finished my share of work. Most of the time, it takes about five minutes to stay out of it."

While I'm surprised that serious Lenora tolerated getting out of work, I quickly reach for the pie Kenny gave me.

It's already been cut with a knife, so keep the pie in your hand...

"Oh?... wow"

The moment I see the utensils from the pie dough, I get a rich meaty scent.

It wasn't pie as a dessert, it was meat pie as a dish.

When you chew quickly and just quickly, the scent of crisp pie dough and butter spreads into your mouth for a moment, and the next moment you can enjoy the taste and texture of the larger cut meat.

It's mostly ground beef that's in the meat pie if it's supposed to be, but the meat pie Kenny brought will allow you to enjoy enough meat, it was finely chopped, but still it's more like small diced steak than ground beef, and it's packed with other mushrooms and onions.

"Eh heh, this is the dish that once passed on to my house. Ray, I'm ready for your promotion this morning."

"... to celebrate the promotion didn't necessarily mean to do it here, did it?

"I thought about that, too, but I wish I could get it to where I'm celebrating my promotion later. What do you say? My food's pretty good, too, right?

It was Kenny coming at me with a flush as I told him so, but I guess that dish was delicious. Ray's consciousness was completely directed to pie.

(The onions are used, but are you okay with being a cat beast tribe? No, well, I guess it's okay that it's been passed down to Kenny's house for years)

With that in mind, the next thing I know, I'll take the meat pie to my mouth.

After this, the banquet continued until nightfall, and eventually the contents of Roble's purse became quite lonely, as everyone in the liquor store was in the meat of the lem race served in Ray's mood, or the residence and the luxury of Roble were also served tons of dishes.