Legend

When the wheat pruning started and I had already finished pruning about 10%.

At lunchtime after work in the morning, Ray was eating in a meadow near the village with Seto, Vihera and Theorem.

Ray and the others aren't even part of Goto anymore, but they've been treated like guests.

Again, defeating the giant pig to protect the village, and even behaving the meat to the villagers, taking on the babysitting of the village child Epica, and even the presence of the nostalgic Seto, would be one of the reasons Ray was accepted.

Beyond that, it was also possible to have them prepared from the village without having to eat what Ray had already prepared when it came to the meals, but Ray had nevertheless finished the meals with the dishes and breads that were in his mysteries, or the meat of monsters and animals that Seto had hunted.

It's not like there's anything to think about the village. Purely because the food I had was better.

Vihera and Theorem also taste the same dishes as Ray.

It's not uncommon these days for Luchard to get dinner from Ray.

"It's a meal outside the corner, but the weather is a little off today."

Vihella looks up at the sky as she carries a ham and cheese sandwich to her mouth.

It wasn't raining, but the sky was still covered by clouds on one side so much that I couldn't see the blue sky at all.

Vihella groans unfortunately at that sight as if it had been covered with a cloud.

"Right. However, as far as I'm concerned, it's not as hot as that, so it's easier for me to move my body."

Whimpering over a cold cup of tea given to me by Ray is Theorame.

Even this morning I was preparing myself for the battle against the elk and moving my body.

Since yesterday, Ray has also been hanging out with it in his spare time, to the extent that each other is not injured, but to do things like a light mock fight.

"... okay, you two guys look like we're having fun"

I guess just watching the fight puts some stress on it. Vihera whining like some obstinate.

To such a vihella, Theorem breathes a small sigh and opens his mouth.

"If Vihella doesn't stay as complete as possible, we'll have trouble here. Besides, Master Vihella's style of combat is basically fighting."

"... well, yeah"

I reach for a sandwich with boiled meat as I groan dissatisfied.

But at that moment.

"Gru."

Seto's squeal echoes around him.

It's not a sweet squeal when you're craving food.

Ray and Vihera, who understood it, follow Seto's gaze.

What I then found was three carriages, escorts and a knight on horseback thinking they were coming down the street leading to the village.

Including those who would be in the carriage, would the total number of escorts add up to about 20?

There are a few or so familiar figures in the knight who instantly understand what the line is like.

Finally arrived.

So whining was Vihera, who was gazing at a group of carriages next to Ray.

I guess I understood, as did Ray, what kind of population is ahead of me in my gaze.

"Oh. That was a little quicker than I expected."

"Because we don't have a lot of people, do we?

As Vihella put it, one of the three major factions of the Kingdom of Mireana, which is also a major power, to a neighbouring country where the neutral central figure, Uncle Larks Border, is hostile, is clearly small in number.

If this had been a king or nobleman, he would have led just over 100 people without escorts.

The smallest number of escorts is probably due to confidence in the rank A party called the Axe of the Thunder God and its own Knights, and the smallest number of people with you is the aristocracy that lives on the periphery. Therefore, it is also significant that the quality rigidity is worn.

And as for the escort, Ray and Seto also come from this village. Thunder god axe and deep red. Since there are two people with aliases who can say that they are way out of combat power, I can also say that they are more luxurious than the guards who only have the number of Ningro Arsenic Elephants.

It was that group of people who still looked only small in the distance, but eventually the villagers mowing the wheat also noticed and it also sounded like Ray, who was in a remote place to start blurring.

I guess a line of Duskers understands that, too. A knight riding horseback as a first touch approaches the street ahead of him.

"That's..."

Ray whining small.

Because they looked familiar to the knights approaching them.

I guess that was the same over there. No, given the presence of Seto, should I say that the knight couldn't have misjudged it?

"Ray or Seto... and..."

If I had only made him a knight in his 20s, Vihella would have been too irritating wearing a costume like a thin coat.

There is also the beauty of Vihera herself and she falls in love for a moment and is about to unwittingly lose her balance on the horse.

"Ever... and yet, Ray, why are you here?

"We were supposed to rendezvous here. You're going to touch the village before that, aren't you? I think the story around here will come from Master Dusker later, so now you should do your job."

"So is that. Then we'll talk more about it later. And your lady."

"Yeah, I'll see you later"

After a gentle greeting to Ray, the knight turns his gaze to Vihera and tells him so, even as he blushes his cheeks.

What brings me back from Vihera is a glossy grin.

If he had more than some power, he would have also been able to spot the sharpened fangs beneath his glossy grin. But it was impossible to spot it on a knight man who fell in love with the beauty of Vihera.

In the end, he leaves his cheeks dyed red and rushes away toward the village.

Having dropped off his hindsight, Ray turns his gaze to Chirali and Vihera, next to him.

"Keep it on track."

"Oh, what do you want? I just exchanged greetings? Or what, maybe jealousy? If so, I'd be happy to."

"... Enough"

To Vihera's answer, Ray unwittingly shook his head to the side.

"Coming..."

Three carriages are slowly approaching Goto with their bitterly grunting Theorem gaze pointed at them.

It's a grunt when he decides that one of those carriages has the axe face of the Thunder God, including the elk, and at the same time Dasker, the Larks Borderline Uncle, who is also eligible for his escort.

That means nothing more than that the time is imminent for the battle between Theorem and Elk.

"What. You can fight a strong opponent, so that's not a bad story, is it? As far as I'm concerned, I want you to take my place. Undistracted battle with an opponent with the Axe alias of the Thunder God.... I can only say I envy you."

"... well, as much as I would like you to replace Master Vihella if you really could"

A general with a flashing alias, even for Theorem. Naturally, I am confident in my strength, and I am somewhat more confident that my arms have risen than before in the battle against Ray that has taken place in the last few days.

But still... as a theorame that prioritizes efficiency, I couldn't find the point in saying that I and Elk would fight here.

Most likely, Elk, who is the person of the day, would yell at you not to joke.

While talking like that, the knights of the three carriages and escorts continue down the street and eventually arrive in front of Ray to stop the movement.

"Ray, did I keep you waiting?

The carriage window opened to show his face, ostensibly as Ray's escort this time around, Larks Border Uncle Dusker.

I don't see any other faces in the carriage because the windows are small.

It would have been better if it had been Theorem.

"No, because this one was waiting for me while I was resting bones"

"Right.... So, the two of you?

"Yes."

Nodding at Dusker's words, he turns his chills and gaze toward Vihera.

So I guess you understood what prompted you. Vihera steps forward and opens her mouth with a grin.

"Nice to meet you, Larks Borderline Uncle. I am Vihera Estee Bestia, second princess of the Bestian Empire."

Gracefully gracious, even if the objects worn were costumes like dancers and whores, they wore an atmosphere of royalty.

No, I'm right that the clothes I'm wearing are clothes, so I was extra strongly impressed by Dusker's brain.

After a moment of pokanness, I guess he decided that in his present state he would be disrespectful to even the royal family of an enemy country. He hastily opens the carriage door and comes down.

"Nice to meet you, Your Highness. My name is Dasker Larks, and I am Larks Border Uncle of the Kingdom of Mireana. This time, my friend there told me about His Highness, and I wanted to help you."

Vihera and Dusker. Ray has an unexpectedly surprising look on the two words and tricks, just knowing what each other usually looks like.

But the surroundings, which were giving off such a soothing atmosphere, change with Theorem coming out next to Vihella.

"Nice to meet you, Larks Borderline Uncle. My name is Theorem Energy."

The moment I bow my head so named, the intense killing winds up from the carriage that Dusker descends from.

The killer itself seemed to have viscosity, and the teolame that felt it moved pickly, but kept his head down without the appearance of doing anything more.

I guess I know. If we make a bad move here, we'll fight right away... no, we have to kill each other.

That's why Theorem doesn't show any movement, even if Ray or Vihera are exposed to enough killing to react unexpectedly.

"Elk."

It's not strange whenever we develop into a kill, the Dusker's voice sounds in that air.

The moment I hear that voice, at the same time I hear something in the carriage that beats something heavy and kills me away.

(That's Min.)

Somehow I can imagine what happened in the carriage, Ray thinks of the sight behind his brain of Ming, Elk's wife, waving up her favorite wand.

Dusker, who is also an escort after all, and Ming's blow. Which fogged Elk's killing.

(That's Min.)

I whine inside again about the same thing as I did a few seconds ago, and again turn my gaze toward Theorem.

There, he said he had taken a decent bath in his current killing, but he didn't change his expression at all, and there was a look of Theorem raising his head that he was lowering.

Still thin and cold sweat seeping through your forehead is evidence that you are not completely in control of your emotions?

If you were a regular soldier or knight, you might have lost your mind just to kill, or even stopped your heart. The knights of the escort who are now around the carriage are rigid even though they were not murdered, and so were the horses and the men pulling the carriage.

It can be said that even in such a state it is just Theoreme with a flashing alias that does not put as much agitation on the table as possible.

And eventually one man emerges from the carriage.

A weapon with the same name as the party name or alias, bearing the axe of the Thunder God, also a powerful and incomparable magic item, dyeing the swordswallowing colors of the face that the prank kid himself would have grown up in if he had been.

I am willing to lift a tough flesh incomparable to Ray's.

It must be Min's feat that he is in a state of war, not the killing spirit that was emitted a few seconds ago.

"... you're the flash"

The word, whined bossly, is spun in a flat voice because it is pushing and killing the fierce.

If anything fails to respond here, the killing will begin on this occasion even now. The tension fills the surrounding area so much that I have to judge it so.

Ray receives the murderous temper that flows towards him as well, Seto gives himself up small enough to move into action whenever something happens, and Vihera trembles at the hunch of battle, while regretting that he is not the object of it.

In the meantime, Dusker opens his mouth again.

"Elk, keep it around there. I remember your case well. But that's only after you've done everything you have to do."

Elk snorted uncomfortably at the words and finally glanced back at Theorem with a fierce glance at him to the carriage.

With a bitter sigh of relief at the look, Dasker opens his mouth toward Ray, Vihera and Theorem.

"... there's a lot to talk about, but let me talk to the village first."

Tell him so, nodding small towards the Rays, he returns to the carriage and proceeds to the village.

At that time, while the knights and horses of the escort, who were hardened by Elk's killings, were somewhat less expensive, it would have been praiseworthy as Dusker's men to move quickly.