Legend

A room in an inn on the back street of Exil. In it, two men were talking.

No, it's more right that one man is desperately complaining about something towards the other, to be exact.

"I'm definitely sorry I'm involved with those guys anymore!

"... can't we still stop them by the extent of the trap? I wanted to stop by that hierarchy for the next few days at least."

"Naturally. Luckily I didn't find it because I had a concealed robe... but if that deep red found me and found out I was the one setting the trap even more, I would definitely be dead first!

"Well, I guess they are in deep red"

Should I say Ray's daily deeds, or because his deeds on the battlefield, which gained the alias Deep Red, were symbolic? Deep Red has no mercy for his enemies and the story of extreme brutality is spreading.

Most importantly, it is true that Ray has no mercy for his enemies, and there is no reason why the rumors are so wrong than to brutally imitate them.

"Basically, why are you giving a little bit of a deep red? You didn't imitate that to certain individuals until now, did you? That's why I didn't do anything in particular against the edge of the tree..."

A man who gives the name of a Rank B party diving to its deepest position in a dungeon currently in Exil.

But my boss just shook his head that it had nothing to do with that.

"It doesn't make much sense to be honest about how far you attacked the dungeon. No, I know it makes sense to those who live in this Exil, but it doesn't matter to us. The most important thing for us is the experiments he's doing and their results."

"I know that... but anyway, I can't get my hands on a deep red line anymore. Just at first glance, you can see the difference in character from yourself. If you're going to do something next time, please do it outside of me."

"... fine. It's true that it's dangerous to deal with him on your own. With that in mind, it makes sense what you say."

"Absolutely! I'm really sorry!

The boss's man exhales small to his men who recruit him in desperate shape.

When you take a few silver coins out of the bag of nostalgia as it is, you hand them to the man.

"In the meantime, let's drink and change our mood."

"... ok"

To the words of his boss, the man who accepted the silver coin even though he refused to accept it, leaves the room intact.

As he drops off the man's back, his boss's man turns his gaze to the robe hanging on the wall.

"Covered robe? I'm sure you can use it... but it still hurts that you can't move when you're disappearing. But it's true that it's also very beneficial for this one about that experiment that was going on in this Exil. But if you leave it to him, you can't miss the opportunity. … Well, what can we do first if we don't report it?"

He groaned and stood up from the chair where he was sitting in a bitter breath.

"... you're tired today"

"Oh. It's a long way to go today alone. I'm a little tired."

Elaine returns the words as she drinks cold fruit water.

It is now already night and the summer sun is twilight.

Still, it is still the middle of summer, but I guess it is late.

However, this golden wind pavilion, where Ray and Elaine stay, is just a luxury inn, and is built to be comfortable with magic items.

The inn itself was filled with cool air, drawing a line with the heat and humidity outside. There are also services such as providing free cold fruit water, such as those that Elaine drinks.

That said, it is a bigger Eggzil than Gilm, but it is probably because of the existence that brings the grace of a dungeon.

… but the dungeon poses a danger at the same time as grace. In a way, there are aspects such as high risk and high return.

Either way, Ray puts his mouth to a cup of cold, cold tea while fully enjoying the service above such an evening wheat pavilion, and turns his gaze to Elaine.

Elaine usually emits a pleasant atmosphere, but at the same time she emitted a moist colour somewhere.

A cup of fruit water is enough to catch my eye when I watch it.

"Hmm? What's up?

"Oh, no. Nothing.... So, tomorrow, what do we do?

Ask as if to hide the moment you fell in love when your eyes met.

"What are we going to do? We haven't gotten the magic items yet, and most importantly, Ray hasn't gotten any magic stones, either, has he? Then naturally it is decided to proceed with the dungeon."

"No, I didn't. Tomorrow we attack from the basement 10th floor. This is good. But from what I've heard from Vihera, you've been talking about the desert since the 11th basement, right? I have a dragon robe, and Seto is a griffon in the first place, so he's resistant to environmental change."

That's what I said, Ray, but even in Ceto, the hot stuff feels hot. In that regard, the Golden Wind Pavilion was not about this main building, and the stables were also equipped with some magic items for cooling, taking into account the presence of submissive demons and horses.

For a moment, Ray feels like Seto's throat-soaking voice has passed his back of his brain in delight, but decides it's probably his fault.

"... right. Even though you absorbed the Enchanted Dragon's Demon Stone, surely there may be a lot of tough things to go on to the hierarchy that is deserted with my gear"

Elaine's gear is, the weapon is a connecting sword. When it comes to armor, it's pure white light armor with its hair and matching golden cloak, the same Slapenil shoes as Ray's.

All of that is a magic item, and if you're fighting an enemy on the battlefield, it's a perfectly fine piece of equipment. But if you ask me if it's the right equipment for the desert, the answer would be no.

"Then why don't you go to the adventurer's store tomorrow without going to the dungeon?

"A store for adventurers?

"Oh. More than this Exil is a labyrinth city, he's naturally selling the equipment he needs to attack the dungeons. Especially if there's a special hierarchy called desert, I'm pretty sure there's a store that sells tools and equipment for it.... most of all, we'll have to start where we find a store like that... well, we'll figure it out"

"Oh well. If that's what Ray says, let's do it."

Leaning her neck inside, Ray tells Elaine as she dyes her thin cheeks red.

Try Elaine and we'll go shopping alone. I mean...

(According to what I've heard from Ara, this is... can I call it a date?

Squeeze inside.

There are only two of us heading to the dungeon, but I thought it would be tough to just dive into the dungeon on a date. But you two can definitely go shopping on a date.

"... Elaine?

"Hmm? No, it's nothing. I certainly challenge the desert hierarchy, so I've never gone beyond getting ready. Okay, well, let's just say we go shopping tomorrow."

Ray nods, even as he is slightly pushed by the subtly powerful words of Elaine.

"Ah, oh. If that's okay with Elaine, I don't mind. I've been diving in the dungeons ever since I got here. I'm sure you'll need some rest."

Lizardman skewers to buy every day when heading to the dungeon. I recall that the skewer shop owner also said that Ray and Elaine headed to the dungeon like a day in a row were not normal.

Ray and Elaine are different from normal people in many ways, but that doesn't mean they still don't feel completely tired. Therefore, I decided that it would be a good idea to have a holiday and a sprinkler.

(It's true that going out with Elaine seems like fun, too)

Even for Ray, going out with Elaine is a pretty exciting event, and so that day the two of us will be discussing how to spend tomorrow's shopping pretty late.

"Don't be ridiculous!

With his anger, the cup he had is slammed to the floor.

The bearer of that voice was staring at the person standing in front of her as she dyed her face bright red with anger.

If I were you, I'd slap a glass in the face of a man with a clear face in front of me. But there's a reason I can't do that. Anyway, this person, who is supposed to be younger than himself, hands on... No, because he is the head of the person who is forming the alliance.

"Even if they say so. Even this one is confused. Mutant species somehow...... no, did the guild call them abnormal species. Anyway, they're supposed to be raising that abnormal species, so they've been defeated."

A man who opens his mouth to taunt you somehow.

But in a way, unfortunately, the old man in front of the man was staring at the man in such a way that he didn't even notice the derogatory gaze he was being directed at.

"... who defeated what was supposed to be Non's handkerchief"

"Well, nothing yet about that area. But how easy would it be to find out if you, the head of the Levisole family?

"Well, it will certainly be difficult for the Lord and others to find out."

An old man who should have been angry until a few seconds ago - Schaffner Levisole - snorts so well that if he doesn't have his own strength, he won't be able to find out about the Alliance at Loch either.

I don't even notice the colour of the man standing in front of me, the contempt that sees me.

"So you can leave it to me about the guild, right?

"... um. Not with you, not with your men, not with anyone but you."

Pickle.

Hearing Schaffner's words, the man reacts for a moment.

"What do you mean by subordinate... is there anything?

"Hmm? Oh. Because Deep Red and Ra came into the Exile of the Nun. Having an alias for once means letting my men keep an eye on me... but they turned me down for suggesting a wild party over there. This is why young people these days are useless."

The man who hears that explanation sends a contemptuous gaze to an old man who is sure of his advantage while tongue-in-cheek.

(Do a stupid imitation. You'll just get suspicious over there if you do that. If you're going to watch, if you're going to watch from afar... no, if you're deep red, do you notice immediately even if you're being watched by someone to the extent that you're following this man? With that in mind, either way the results would have been the same. But then what are we going to do with him? Is that what you're gonna use your cover-up robe to monitor? Don't worry about finding it. No...)

The drawback of not being able to move while in use passes the back of his brain, a man who shakes his head small.

But you must have misunderstood something by looking at it. Schaffner nods his mouth small just wondering if you can tell, too.

"As far as that goes, many of your Lord's men are still useless too?

"... Yep"

A man nodding without hesitation at Schaffner's words.

When I see it, Schaffner smiles at my mouth... but I pour wine into a separate glass from the one I slapped on the floor earlier and carry it to my mouth, not realizing in any way that the man's gaze sees himself, even though he is said to be unable to use it.

"Well, well, well. You should do as much hardship as you can within your youth. That's what I used to do."

"You do have a lot of hard times,"

Tell him so, and he opens his mouth that it's also troublesome to get involved in the old age in front of him any more.

"Well, now I'm going to have to excuse you. Since we also have to work out measures against deep red from tomorrow, and above all we need to observe the condition of the abnormal species"

"Hmm? Hmm, right.... Look, the Lord and the others are allowed to operate in this Exil because there is no one there. And if Non's power grows stronger, it will be the same for the Lord and others. Don't forget."

"I understand. And now you have the blessing of the holy goddess of light."

A man who gracefully graces and leaves.

Dropping off the man's back, he abominably distorts the smile that was slightly floating, and Schaffner mouths to the glass poured with wine.

"Huh, what is a holy goddess of light? Abominable. They were able to produce mutant species because there were experiments that Noun had originally made them do. Why don't we just leave it to ourselves because we're more technologically expensive?... Whatever you think, I don't think they'll be loyal to the Levisole family. Then you'd better put your hands on something for a while."

Mumble, keep your eyes closed so you can think of something.

... and a few minutes later. When the butler of the mansion showed his face, there was only the figure of Schaffner asleep scratching Ibiki.

"... we still have to figure out who we should be working with. The disposable tools that should be used are not the same as the other person who works with each other. That's what I mean."

Looking up at the falling moonlight, the words of the man who had spoken to Schaffner until earlier dissolve into the night's exil and disappear.