Legend

At night, more than 10 tents were erected in a painting on the Seremus Plains.

Three carriages are present in the centre of that tent, and there are guard knights around the tent. And there was Seto's appearance by trying to get mixed up with such a knight of escorts.

Though Seto, as usual, falls asleep on the ground on the side of the magic tent where Ray rests and is on guard.

Already beneath its feet were the remains of some monsters thought to be skeletons and zombies.

It should be said that before the sun sets, the undead, mainly skeletons and zombies, came to this camp.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto sounds his throat unpleasantly toward a piece of zombie flesh rolling his gaze a little further away as he falls asleep.

If the enemy was only Skeleton, it would still have been better.

No, it's not better than a zombie if you try Ceto. If I was going to deal with one zombie, I was full of the thought that it would still be better to deal with 30 skeletons.

The cause of this is the rotten smell of zombies drifting around.

Even in the dungeon of Exil, a labyrinth city, he suffered from intense rotten odors if he dealt with the undead, but it was just unexpected that he would be the feather to smell that rotten odor in the land as well.

Still, I guess it was still better to have decided to fight in this land, which is a plain, rather than in a caged dungeon of smells.

Seto, who was feeling the rotten odor fade due to the wind, perceives signs and footsteps approaching him.

I open my eyes, which I was meditating on for only a moment, but notice its footsteps and signs coming towards me from within the camp, releasing my guard.

Because I felt the signs of a decent person, not an undead.

And it was one of the escort knights who showed up from the dark.

"Seto, I think there's been an anomaly over here..."

"Gru."

Seto rings his throat back at the knight's words.

The tent where Ray rested was present on the outside among the camp.

This is not because Ray hates me or anything like that, but because Ray himself advised Dasker that it was better because Seto was in charge of the night's vigilance.

Even as a dusker, I knew enough not to like how much Seto existed, so I had to accept Ray's offer.

The escort knight who just recently came to Gilm and was hired, why don't you put Ray's magic tent right on the side of Dusker and have Seto wait outside the camp just to keep his perimeter on guard? And there were those who gave the opinion, but that was rejected close to unanimity.

Ray, who is also my favorite partner, is the one Seto wants most to protect in the first place.

Of course there are others who are fond of it, but still only next to Ray.

That's why the new knight's opinion was dismissed, and he eventually settled on having Ray's magic tent set up outside the camp and Seto on perimeter alert with Ray's escort.

Note that although Ray is hired as an escort for once, that is only superficial, and the knights understand that, so no one complains about sleeping without watching.

No, I'm overflowing with envy from those who know the comfort of a magic tent.

"I'm sorry I burdened you with all this. See, you can still eat this."

To Seto, who turns his round eyes toward himself, the knight throws away the dried meat he had.

"Gru!"

Seto who happily takes it with a couch and keeps it in his mouth.

Its appearance of tasting dried meat as it rattled its throat did not seem to me to be very much on perimeter alert.

Seto and... more precisely, I've been a knight that long since I met Ray, who's been following Seto, but still if I watch Seto now, is that okay? And I can't help but worry.

It's just that the direction of that worry is like, 'Is this guy okay with me keeping an eye on him?' Instead, 'I wouldn't like it if Seto got caught off guard and injured,' I'd say he's more poisoned by Seto than enough.

But... that's how Seto came to see how he was worried - or to see Seto and be healed - at the tip of the knight's gaze, Seto, who was savoring the dried meat aguaghu, stops the movement perfectly.

Those eyes, which can usually be described as circular eyes, are directed outside the camp, which is sharply illuminated by the moonlight.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Sink your body only for a moment and use its recoil to jump. Wings widen in the air as they squeak sharply to correct the drop point, while wings increase the fall speed.

It was the forelegs that swung down with that cry.

Seto's own weight and muscle strength. That blow, also combined with the fall velocity, hits the head of the skeleton, which was getting closer to the sound of the wind, shaking it down without diminishing its power as it was, crushing it from the spine, ribs, hip and the edge it hits.

Destroying the skeleton that was headed for the camp with one blow, he sounds satisfied and then returns to where he slept until earlier with a couch of demon stones.

... Gathering Demon Stones, even though they have already absorbed them, is it because they were watching Ray's behavior closely?

When I put the magic stone I was wearing on my couch next to me, I turn my gaze to the knight with my circular eyes again.

"Gru?"

"Ha ha. Looks like I didn't have to come and see how it went."

When Seto turned his gaze to those who had placed the demon stone, nearly 10 demon stones existed there.

It's all undoubtedly the demonic stone of the undead that Seto defeated.

"And that's just Ceto. You don't have to worry about us."

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Leave it to me, and the knight smiles at Seto, reaching out softly and stroking his head.

Stay put for a few minutes.

If a certain scorching wind party leader had seen this sight, he would have probably...... no, he would definitely have been jealous.

Spend a few minutes of that sight and eventually let go of Seto's head softly.

"Well, it's time for me to go back. Take care of Seto."

"Gru!"

Answer the words with a throat and drop off the rear of the knight who leaves as he goes.

After the knight disappeared into the camp, he meditated again on his eyes for five senses… especially when he perceived the undead attacking him by making the most of his hearing.

The next day, Ray, who slept well in a soft bed inside a magic tent, came out and first entered his sight, naturally Seto, sleeping on the meadow.

That was as expected, but the problem was the demonic stone building a small mountain on that side of Ceto.

In number, 20...... no, will there be 30?

That's all the demonic stones had become small mountains and piled up on Seto's side.

As such, there is a thin smell of rot around that is not worthy in the morning.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Ray also returns the greeting with a grin to Seto, who will greet him with his throat ringing in the morning.

"Oh, good morning. Thanks for keeping an eye on me.... but is this all undead demon stone?

"Gru."

Seto nods to Ray's inquiry and turns his gaze to what can be termed a wreck inside or outside the camp.

Bone shards would belong to Skeleton. And is it the flesh pieces of zombies that are melting halfway or causing the odor to rot?

"Sorry, Seto. Thanks...... no wait"

I whine so much, lean my neck unexpectedly and turn my gaze toward the magic tent where I just came out.

Yes, a magic tent that should have the ability to keep low-level monsters from coming...

(What's happening? When the blade was bloody, it was because the range was too wide. This time, however, there are not that many people, and the camp is narrow.... no, would it be quicker to ask Master Dusker than to think of it as this here)

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr?"

What happened to Ray, who was suddenly silent? and a voice hanging ceto.

Returning the word that it was nothing to it, Ray stores the magic tent to Mystering before heading with Seto to Dusker's.

"Good morning, Master Dusker"

"Hmm? Oh, Ray. Thanks to Seto for saving me last night. If you have Ray's magic tent, thanks to Seto, you didn't have to be vigilant. The knights could afford to take turns."

Dusker, who opens his mouth, doesn't look a little spicy when he says it's only morning. No, I'd say Ning Lo is full of energy.

Next to such a dusker, three thunderous god axes of elk, min, and rhodos. And the Vestian Imperial Group of Vihella and Theorem had been consulting on the matter since they entered the empire.

"No, it seems less draining and more importantly.... So I have a few questions about Magic Tent. I think one of the effects of that magic tent was not to donate weak monsters, but it didn't seem to work last night. Do you see why?

What is Dusker saying to the question that came out of Ray's mouth? But I get a strange look that I say, and I open my mouth.

"That's probably the unique effect of this place called Seremus Plains. Normally, undead like skeletons and zombies don't come near you."

"Of the Seremouth Plains?

"That's right. As I have said many times already, this Seremus plain has been the scene of many wars. As a result, strong resentment is becoming stained. Perhaps that's why."

"... I see"

Isn't that what Dusker said before the colonization? I thought so, Ray, but there are also those who can use the sacred magic that specializes in purifying the undead if they are wizard adventurers.

It's Ray's honest idea that it would still be difficult to settle in here.

"In the first place, if the monster exclusion effect in your magic tent works, it's set to be a camp around your tent, isn't it?

The words that came out of Dusker's mouth were certainly snortable content.

Most of the time, I thought that Dusker knew the effect of not donating magic tent monsters and decided that most of them, including other tents, would be ok even if they were out of camp.

"I see, Seremus Plains...... sounds like a pretty nasty place more than I expected"

"I'm not denying that.... better than that, Ray. Ask to prepare breakfast. It's time to finish your meal and head out."

Allegedly Ray's meal, everyone who watched the two interact on the spot smiles happily.

Having an item box but being able to eat freshly made dishes in places like this was undoubtedly a factor that raised a line of morale.

"Right, so... it's breakfast, and let's make it a less heavy dish"

What I shrugged and took out was a sandwich with plenty in a larger basket.

However, the utensils are very common: vegetables and ham.

But the bread is freshly baked and the vegetables remain fresh.

It was not a dish that could be eaten in such a place.

Remove the other bacon, nuts and mushroom soup, and divide the freshly made warm dishes into soup dishes.

Only Seto's dishes were lightly seasoned and baked with plenty of meat.

... a few of the knights who saw it, and Elk turns his enviable gaze toward Seto, but without imitating exactly what would deprive Seto of his meal, he begins breakfast in adulthood.

"Still, how long does it take to get through the Seremus Plains?

Vihera opens her soup mouth to Ray, who asks as she carries the sandwich to her mouth.

"Based on yesterday's speed, it's about noon after tomorrow."

"That's true. If you don't waste your time being attacked by monsters, that's about it. Anyway, it's a carriage."

Theorem nodded with one hand at the sandwich, and the others who were listening to it were convinced again.

Ray also opens his mouth, convinced by the explanation, worrying about what's to come.

"So you're breaking up about that front?

It would not taste good to think that Ray's purpose would attract the attention of the upper levels of the Bestian Empire to act together more than the objective of covering the rescue of the third prince who is under house arrest. Vihera nods with a slight colour of sorrow in her eyes at that question she asks with such thoughts.

"You will. However, a line of Ray and Larks border uncles will stand out in a variety of ways, so it's not hard to get in touch with them here when something happens. I heard from you..."

Chirali, was a vihella looking at Dusker eating a sandwich while listening to him, but the Dusker nodded that it was no problem.

"I guess it's just like we talked about last night. No problem."

That's what I told him.