Legend

The soft light coming in through the window pours down onto Ray's face asleep in bed, and with its glare hits him on the bed upside down.

That appearance of reluctance to direct sunlight does not belong to a person who is not very much, but is called deep red and feared.

year-to-year...... there existed exact age-appropriate ambiguity for appearance.

"Mm... mmm..."

Hit the turnaround, now the sun falls through the window on the back of his head, not on his face, and eventually Ray's eyes open to see if he hated it.

"Uh..."

In a room that looks familiar and doesn't.

Ray's head suddenly woke up looking around him in a fallen asleep state, too, eventually understanding where he was.

"That said, you were back in the Guild."

Not in the golden wind pavilion in Exil, or in the magic tent used in the wild.

I stretch greatly with the sight of a room that has been awake as a sleepover for over a year, feeling something to appease me.

A soft summer morning sun is pouring down through the windows, but I guess a lot of them are already starting to move outside. I could feel the signs of many walking down the hall.

"Well... I wonder what we'll do today. There's no way we're leaving the Guild in the middle of nowhere until Master Dusker decides what to do with the Bestian Empire."

I was somewhat concerned about the massive bandits in my mind, Ray, but I just understood that there was no reason to vacate the gilm in the present situation.

Sometimes Dusker tells me to weigh myself around it.

"Bandit treasures are delicious with all sorts of things.... good. Why don't we go for a walk with Seto after breakfast?"

He groaned, stretched out again, then checked himself out and headed to the dining room on the ground floor.

"Look, Seto. Your share."

"Grrrrrrrr"

She just finished breakfast, but puts the skewer she bought from the stall into Seto's mouth.

As it is, make sure the couch is tightly closed and pull out the skewered skewers.

Then naturally all the meat that was stung on the skewers goes into Seto's mouth, and only the skewers that are not stung with anything are removed.

"Grrrrrrrr? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

I guess the meat I ate was delicious. Ray offers another skewer with a small grin on Seto, who throats for more.

"You said you ate so much last night, can you still eat it? Not that I could say, but you have a lot of appetite."

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Of course, Seto rattles his throat all the time.

Unexpectedly, I smile small, gently stroking my head and continuing down the aisle without any particular destination.

Even along the way, facades such as dewstores, stalls, or shopkeepers, passers-by, working children, and adventurers smiled small when they saw Ceto, feeding, or stroking him. Many people smile small from a remote place and watch things like that.

"Hmm. That's no different, this city is"

Such words leak out of Ray's mouth when he sees a 10-year-old walking around the perimeter of Seto shaking.

It was a Seto that was quite acceptable in Egzil, but still, few people in this city have a rejection against Seto just because they have spent more than a year in Gilm.

(Most…)

I see Seto at the edge of my sight to confirm the merchant-like opponent, smiling bitterly.

Perhaps he is the one who came to Gilm after Ray traveled toward Egzil. Griffon walks flat across the city, and the residents of the neighborhood are fearless… they are happily standing on the griffon.

I first see a sight unlikely in my common sense, with nearby residents explaining Seto to a stopped merchant.

It would also be natural for such an exchange to take place because it is a guild on the periphery.

Even in the labyrinth city of Exil, that could have happened after a little more time.

Gilm on the border, Exil in the labyrinth city. What these two have in common is that they have a lot of adventurers.

(It's no different that it's comfortable for me. The imperial capital of the Bestian Empire is also allowed in and out of the submissive demons for once, but I don't think there's an easy-going atmosphere like here... and no, I'm sure there will be more commotion winding up than there was me before)

Walking around thinking that way, eventually I see the guild building.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Ray comes up with a peek to see if there are any requests he can make around the city that would end up in about a day.

"Well, there's nothing in particular to do today anyway. Seto, I'm gonna stop by the guild, just give me a minute."

"Gru!"

Okay, and Seto, with his throat rattling, goes to a space for the obedient demons with the kids running around his surroundings.

He dropped it off, and the adventurer who came out of the guild walked into the guild watching Seto come closer to him.

Thanks to the already overcrowded time slots, you are idle in your guild.

Still, there are several adventurers in the liquor store co-located within the guild who had a slightly late breakfast...... or a slightly earlier lunch.

I guess I hated the heat in there. Some people are drinking and making noise even though it's only morning.

With such an opponent on his ass, Ray leans closer to the requisition board and glances through a Rank F requisition.

If you are a rank B ray, you will naturally also receive a rank A request. However, naturally, a high-ranking request is a highly difficult substitute, or a high-risk substitute, with the exception of the extra time.

In such ways as crusading high-ranking monsters, collecting scarce materials, and escorting places where bandits are said to be frequent again.

In a few days there can be no more room for such a high-ranking request than having to leave Gilm and head to the village of Goto, where it joins with Vihera and Theorem.

It was only Ray looking for a request he could make with a feeling of leisure... but stop that step in front of a certain requisition.

Rank C.

Is it a fairly high-ranking request because the subject of the request is nobility?

And the request is for the client's son's combat training, and the client's name is Muet Cisne.

The details of the request and the name of the client that I recognize somewhere.

Past the back of his brain were the appearance of a 10-year-old and an icebird.

Yes, it was similar to the request Ray had previously received when he rose to Rank C.

"... I miss you again. No, it hasn't been a year."

Whimpering, reaching for the requisition...... Ray's hand tried to reach the requisition, just then. A quick hand reaches out straight from the side and takes the requisition by peeling it off for a moment faster than Ray's hand touches.

"I'm sorry, this kind of thing is decided to win early."

Is that what I said, a woman around 20 years older than Ray as an age? A distinctly warrior-friendly style that wears leather armor, probably to deal with both heat and ease of movement.

Given that he's a person I've never even seen in Ray who's been in the Guild for over a year, he would be a newcomer who came while Ray was gone.

Most of all, Ray basically hates the crowd, so he often doesn't go out to the guild during times when he's adventurous and crowded.

With that in mind, it was also possible that Ray just didn't know...

Still, the current female warrior... and I thought the female warrior ran away as a party member and there was no doubt that one woman out of every three men was a newcomer.

Anyway, I took the request from Ray, who is said to be something that should not be touched in a certain sense in the Guild.

If you're an adventurer with this place as your root castle, it was an act you would never do.

One of the three men inadvertently turns his gaze to Ray in an attempt to receive a requisition brought to him by a woman.

At that moment the man stops moving, sweating enough from his forehead to tell from his surroundings.

The only person who has been in the party since coming to Gilm and has been staying in Gilm for several years.

Because of that, I knew Ray's face, and I decided that the current act might have bought Ray's wrath.

"Hey, what's going on? All of a sudden I scratched so much sweat. Sure, it's hot in the summer, but the amount of sweat is unusual, right?

A woman who took the requisition asks a man who never receives the requisition from her own hand.

"... Hey, dude. Is something wrong with the guild?

"Huh? Really?

A woman looking around with a requisition in her hand at the words of one of the men.

Is it dull for that hand gaze, the woman shakes her neck sideways without feeling the ambient air strange?

Alternatively, if the time period now was one in which more adventurers were gathered in the guild, the woman would have noticed oddly too.

Was it lucky or unhappy for the woman that the number of adventurers around her was low?

Eventually, the man who was about to receive the requisition takes an irresistible step.

But not for women. To Ray in front of the requisition board.

"Hey, hey? What's the matter with you?

The man standing in front of Ray bows his head deeply, without looking like he heard anything like that coming from behind him.

"I'm sorry, those guys just came to Gilm. What? Will you forgive me somehow this time?

Ray most surprised by that look of bowing his head deeply...... would be a man's party member.

For this party member, the man who is now bowing his head in front of Ray was a very dependable member in acting in the Guild.

He had just joined the party and wasn't a formal leader, but still demonstrated a presence that could be described as a leading position.

Such a figure lowered his head deeply to a child in his mid-teens who didn't even look so physically fit. You'd be more incapable of telling me not to be surprised.

But...

"... lift your head for now"

As for Ray with his head bowed, I have trouble reacting to what he needs to do.

I did get somewhat angry when they took the requisition forcefully, but it's not wrong that the woman actually said the early winner.

It's a slight violation of manners, but that wasn't so uncommon if you're an adventurer either.

I knew I was feared by adventurers, but I still wasn't expecting this.

To Ray's words, the man who was bowing his head softly raised his head.

"Will you forgive me?

"I'm not that angry. However, there are a lot of short minded adventurers here. If you keep imitating something like that without thinking about it, it's gonna hurt."

The man nods small to Ray, who squeals so completely about himself on the shelf.

"I'm sorry, I'll tell them right"

Finally, he apologizes again and drops off the man who leaves, and Ray sighs small.

I am no longer in the mood to take the request in the current case and head straight to the tavern.

Because there are definitely many residents and adventurers who adore Seto, even if they are out of the guild right now.

(I'm scared, Seto is adored.... Isn't it usually the other way around?

Rank A Monsters and Adventurers. When it comes to which one is usually scared, that would naturally be the monster.

(Well, given Seto's nostalgia, it's not impossible either)

While I was thinking about it that way, I ordered lightly edible food at the tavern to crush it for about an hour.

The man who had bowed his head to Ray until earlier exhaled in relief when he saw Ray's appearance heading from where the request board was located to the tavern.

It was the woman who scratched the requisition Ray was about to take from the side who called out horrible on such a man's back.

Exactly, he saw the exchange now and understood that Ray was dangerous in many ways.

"Hey, hey. What the hell is a child now...?

To such a woman's inquiry, the man opens his mouth with a deep sigh.

"... you know, that kid... no, the adventurer is Ray. Rank C given a deep red alias in the Spring War...... No, was it Rank B. Whatever it is, it's a high-ranking adventurer."

"... Huh?

A woman who asks back in one voice that she doesn't understand what she's been told.

Other members who were similarly listening also look wide open.

"What's deep red... you know?

"Did you hear he was carrying a Griffon?

"... such a child?"

Was it unhappy for this party to be in the guild before Ray?

If he had come to the Alliance later than Ray, he could naturally see Seto, who is present in the Alliance's squire and the waiting space for the carriage, and those who stand by it.

"... if you guys are going to do it in the guild, remember. There are quite a few high-ranking adventurers here, but that deep red is basically not patient. Rumor has it that even the aristocrats of allies hostile to themselves in the Spring War killed them lightly. And you know how different it is when you think you're not guilty, right?

The party members listening to what the man said were breathtaking.

After spending about an hour in the tavern, Ray walks out of the guild...

"Seto, Seto, Seto, Seto!

Like last night, there was a look of Mileyne holding onto Seto's neck muscle or something.