Legend

The night there was one about the queen bee in the dungeon. Already late at night, Ray was heading outside the inn in the boiling heat characteristic of summer.

It is dangerous for drunks to be raging in the city on nights when the sun goes down. But even if Ray had someone like that, it's not a particular problem, and most importantly, the reason is unknown, but the drowsiness doesn't strike him refreshingly.

Or maybe we could have talked for two if Elaine was awake. Because even for Ray, it's true that she has a crush on Elaine, and we somehow know Elaine has a crush on Ray for being allowed a few lips.

But happy or unhappy or all kinds of mentally tired today, when I went to the room, he said he was already asleep and didn't reply to Knock.

After spending his spare time doing nothing like that, Ray decided to try a night out and a sprinkle in the Exil.

The time is already close to 9pm. Summer, though, is completely surrounded by darkness, to the point where you can see the lights using magic items everywhere.

Using that magic item is basically a pleasure zone, and places like liquor stores and whorehouses would be the main ones.

In the meantime, the stalls present on the boulevard stop in Ray's eyes.

"Well, it's rare to have a stall at night."

If you ask me about the street at night, I really remember things like festivals and nightclubs in modern Japan. Octopus grill, okonomiyaki, grilled noodles, cotton candy, squid grill, etc.

We're talking about some rare stalls like Donnelkebab, but at least there were only basic stalls in the area where Ray lived.

Where it is a little rare, is it okonomiyaki, or salt roasted fish caught in nearby rivers such as bamboo, ivana, and yamameh?

"There you are, boy. Do you want something to eat?

You must have noticed me staring at the stall, a powerful middle-aged man in his 40s calling out to Ray like that.

Ray lost for a moment. The Inn's dining room was in a state of war because it was quite swollen at the Inn meal, but it wasn't like we couldn't afford it yet.

Fortunately, I am convinced that what I deal with in the stalls is that light objects such as sandwiches and soups seem to be the main ones, possibly aimed at putting things in my belly lightly after drinking.

(Don't tell me that drunks do want to eat ramen well....... hmm? With that in mind, you're going to make money if you hold the udon area. No, there's already a stall out there in Gilm, and surprisingly, we might be looking to get drunk and roll it out already)

The udon of the full pavilion passes behind my brain, but I just didn't think I could eat so much udon here... or I realized that it was impossible to eat udon here more than the udon itself was known in the first place, and I would order a sandwich as it was.

I guess it's because it's night. I don't offer a place to eat in the street, and I can't help it, so I carry a ham and cheese sandwich to my mouth as I lean against the wall of a building nearby.

Perhaps it contains something like pepper or mustard. The roundness of the cheese and the saltiness of the ham become one in the mouth due to the tingling spiciness, after which it is carried to the mouth without thinking of the flavour that draws the flavour.

Watch those walking down the street illuminated by light magic items while savoring sandwiches like that.

Adventurers equipped with leather armor or bandits and men who think they are equipped with clothes, not armor, with importance for their lightness. The man with the spear in his hand must have drunk too much, walking in unreliable footsteps with the stone-piercing part like a cane.

In addition to adventurers, there were quite a few such people as merchants and residents of Exile, each drinking alcohol, such as wine and ale, making noise, singing, and some of them fighting, as if to blow away the heat that was characteristic of the night.

Looking at the boulevard like that, I accidentally reach all the way from the side. Ray was about to react to grab that hand for a moment, but soon the owner of that hand felt nothing like killing him, and let him stay put.

Then the hand pulls a few sandwiches out of the bag that was in Ray's hand and takes them to his own mouth.

A glossy white arm, not even one of the sunburns when it comes to summer. It is wrapped in an extremely thin fabric with multiple layers of costumes so that the other side can see through its arms.

I don't look at your face, but I could have predicted whose arm that was. Somehow it left a strong impression, so I can't let it go.

However, I still wasn't sure, I guess, because I wasn't wearing the armor that could be described as a characteristic of the woman.

"Vihera, you said something. What's going on here?

"Ugh. I was walking around enjoying my drinks, and I found a kid who looked familiar. Greetings, greetings"

Nicoli, and Vihera carrying a sandwich in her mouth with a grin on its offensive beauty.

That's just the sight of eating a sandwich. Even so, Ray was feeling strangely sophisticated.

Most importantly, it quickly got misty with the sight of my fingers licking perky after I finished eating my sandwich.

"Enjoying the booze...... hey. Does it smell like blood to you?

Ray, who squeaks his nose gently and turns his gaze towards Vihera. From the woman in front of me, there was definitely a smell of blood, mixed with the smell of alcohol and the smell of the perfume, I guess, attached to it.

"Heh. You got a good idea. You seem to have a good nose for a long time... maybe a beast man?

"No, he's purely human."

I guess I should even call it a man-made person to be exact, but I answer that without even having to put that in my mouth.

"Really? It looks pretty sharp to me, except for my sense of smell."

"Well. So, you're smelling blood because you've been fighting someone after all?

Ray asks Vihera, who is smiling happily on the side, but that hand is an inquiry as she prepares to take the Death Size out of Mystering at any time.

We only met once, and that was only about a few minutes too. Still, Ray understood that the beautiful woman in front of him was the one who preferred blood... more precisely combat.

But Vihera smiles at its aggressive beauty and flaunts her shoulders small. At that time, a large double hill swayed, and the appearance gathered the gaze of the drunks walking down the main street, but he was not particularly concerned about whether he was accustomed to the obnoxious gaze directed at the man.

Even Ray has the beauty of getting into three fingers. If only the beauty owner was wearing clothes like the dancer was wearing and his skin was exposed so that the other side could see through... Plus, if this is the night and the boulevard has a lot of drunken appearances...

"Hey, sister. Why don't you play with me instead of that kid? You got plenty of money?... Hick"

It was inevitable in a way that he would be able to speak out in this way.

A man of such disappointing stature that he barely reaches a height of 2m in his late 20s or early 30s looks around at the limb that attracts a man with a gaze of licking while dyeing his cheeks red to drunkenness, and tongue twitching.

Sometimes I come out to drink, and the only weapon a man has is a long sword lowered to his waist. But I would say that a man's physique itself is a vicious weapon.

"I don't like weak, blunt people like you. I'm sorry."

Still, Vihera tells you so lightly.

Sometimes I don't want to be disturbed by talking to Ray, who is also the person I've laid eyes on, but I just saw more than that and found out the power of the man.

Sure, he's in good physical shape, and the force itself would be strong. But no matter how drunk you are, as far as the technique of moving the body is concerned, the technique itself is not that good. I mean, that would be a typical power fighter. And I also judge myself inferior in terms of its power.

Viewing it, Vihera lightly lost interest in the man, and it was now the word that came out.

But there's no way a man can keep his mouth shut when he hears those words. Just because I'm confident in my strength, I don't see Vihera as very much of a fighter, even when I say she's handsome. So the man instantly bleeds to his drunken head.

The unfortunate thing at this time would have been that Vihera was taking off her armor and toenails. If he wore them, the man might have noticed who Vihella was, too, in what could only be described as a mismatch between a dancer-style costume, a hand and a toenail.

But unfortunately the man ignored himself without realizing it and reached out to the woman who was grinning at the child next door... at the next moment, if he realized, there was no woman at the end of his hand, and for some reason the man's hand was stretched towards Ray.

He dodged the man's hand stretched out to him and moved to the other side of the ray, hung by the wall with his clever feet as if he were slipping straight down the ground.

If the man had been primitive, he would have just seen the current movement and sensed Vihella's strength and pulled back as it was. But there's no way you can tell when you're completely drunk. Therefore, Ray, who is displaying herself besides talking to superb beauties amicably - only from the gaze of a man - grabs the hand he stretches out to beat him down all the time, turning him into a fist and stretching him out as he is.

"Damn, don't get me involved."

Grab your fist straight with your right hand as it grows toward you even as you exhale, pull it hard to unbalance the man and mow his legs quickly.

Surely the man must have been confident in his power. I didn't know the facts about Ray or Vihera, but the man is a well-known Rank D adventurer, albeit somewhat.

However, there is no way that the amount of power can beat Ray's strength, and the effect of being drunk was that he was lightly paid his legs to buttocks to the ground.

"Whoa!

Hold down the pigeon tail of the man who fell on the ground as it was, behind his feet, with some force, unable to move.

"Ha, let go! Damn, this! Hey, what did you do!

A man trying to get Ray's legs off while blushing, but there was no way he could do that much with his sleeping state, and he just moved jitterily like no other.

Ray takes a small sigh of sight of such a man and turns his gaze towards the person beside him.

Vihera deliberately involved Ray, who should have been able to beat a man of this magnitude by his own means alone.

Still, I don't complain directly because I decided that I would have ended up involved even if Vihella still had a man in her mouth.

Somehow I understood that my appearance was about 15 years old, because I had been involved more than once.

"Oh, that's great. I just met him."

The gaze of a wild horse who heard the word "first sight" and watched a series of interactions around him is directed toward Ray.

What's in that gaze is jealousy. Or something like curiosity. You can say that the former is a man and the latter is beautifully separated from the woman is an honest representation of the character of the wild horses.

At the end of the day, she gently focuses on her legs again to stun the man before Ray opens his mouth.

"I don't think what you're saying about seeing each other means anything different than what I know."

"Well, what do you think? Maybe it's true, isn't it?

It was the two of us interacting that way, but eventually I hear the wild horses around me squirming. I turn my gaze towards you.

"Damn, another drunken noise. How can there be so much noise in summer?"

"Well, now you can't help it. See, that fainting guy is the one, isn't he? I'm taking you. Yes, yes, you guys scattered. The noise is over."

A guard and two men, thought to be guards, hold up a man who is falling as he approaches Ray and Vihera, sighing and speaking to the wild horses around him.

"Are we good?

Ray unwittingly speaks to the guard who takes a man who has passed out in total disregard of himself.

I didn't even think I'd be caught, but I thought I'd be asked what was going on. But when I saw him take only a man who was passing out without it, I wondered.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about it. I heard about the situation from the sandwich shop over there. Besides, if you look at this situation, you can probably tell."

Trying to flatter his shoulders, the guard smiles bitterly when the fainting man's body gets in the way and he can't do it.

Of course if this was daytime, I might have done enough to ask what was going on. But now it's night and the same noise happens a few times every night, a dozen times, dozens of times if you do poorly. I guess there's more to it than a bunch of rough adventurers around here.

Therefore, I don't hear the circumstances in particular at this level of noise… more precisely, I didn't have time to hear the circumstances.

The guards leave with the man who passed out as he was, and the wild horses who decided the commotion was over disappear as well.

... still, a few guys looked untrained in Vihera's fancy outfit, but if you look at what's happening now, you're probably unwilling to hang the powder. In the end, he left as he was.

Vihera whispers in Ray's ear, who was dropping him off like that.

"Hey, why don't you do something nice with your sister?