Legend

It was a row of Duskers walking down the street, but one of them, Ray, who was most prominent because he was spanning Griffon, looks around.

"What's wrong with you?

One of the knights of the escort asks toward such a ray, but eventually shakes his head sideways that it is nothing.

"No, he said it was his fault. I felt something."

"Really? Well, because this place is already within the Bestian Empire. It won't be too bad to be too vigilant around you, so just tell me if anything happens."

"Oh."

In a short reply, the knights would have been satisfied with that. Return to the carriage.

"Grrrrrrrr?"

Seto honks his throat as he walks to Ray, who was dropping off such a knight.

Seto and Ray were aware of it. We... more precisely about the man who saw himself and Seto and ran away.

I hadn't seen his face, but I had guessed the signs.

Of course it's not pleasant, but that's not why they raided us, so there's no way we can do something about it.

Besides, he sometimes ran to the back of the woods along the street, and decided that there was no particular problem.

"Don't worry. And if we go inside the Bestian Empire, something similar will happen. I can't care less."

I have no regrets for what we did in that war. Yes, I told myself, and while I still remembered something that bothered me about the man who escaped earlier, the Rays were going down the street.

Among those who were dropping off such a line of duskers, there is a voice whining as he sees his figure completely disappear.

"... gone"

"Yeah. Absolutely, abominable. I didn't know the people of the kingdom of Mireana would walk around this Bestian empire with our faces."

The other opens his mouth so that he can forgive that voice, which tells him to seep in the atmosphere that he is abominable as words say.

"Now you can't help it. Mostly, I send invitations to the Martial Arts Games to the Kingdom of Mireana every year."

"That's right, but didn't you just send me a surrogate until now? Yet only this year, the Larks Border Uncle himself..."

"I guess that's the impact of the Spring War around there."

"I know. I know. But I can't let go of this feeling, which I find abominable."

"Well, you got one throwaway pawn, so why don't you do it good?

A woman's voice echoes as we interrupt two men muttering each other.

It was two people who stopped moving for a moment into that voice, but I guess they soon realized it was a familiar voice. Breathe in a small sigh and open your mouth.

"Don't be too surprised.... than that, hand pawns?

"Yeah. It's the survival of the spring war. Well, it seems I was only a soldier, so I can really only use it as a throwaway pawn."

"Hmm, how long does it take to use it?

"Whether you use it as quite a force or as a throwaway pawn, you need a few days. Anyway, my fear of deep red is stained to the bottom of my heart."

The two men who were listening frowned upon the words that came out of the woman's mouth.

"Isn't that useless even as a throwaway pawn?

"Sure, as it is now, but replacing the fear that exists in that man's heart with hatred will do the right thing."

Because you have a deep fear, if you can turn it into hatred, it will be the driving force that moves you in person and the pawn that can be used as a result.

It was because of such qualities that the woman decided to be her own pawn.

"Then why don't you let them attack you once? Yeah, I know there's a deep red over there, of course. But it's troublesome not knowing what other guards are capable of."

"I don't mind that...... like I said earlier, it takes about a few days for it to be available, right? As it stands, there's not much room for these pawns."

"Oh, no problem. It's good enough that you can't force yourself there. It's the gesture of Larks, the borderline uncle, who's ruling the borderline guilm. It's understandable that its strength is not low, but I'd like to see how much it actually is."

To the man's words, the woman sighs small.

"If that's the case, I don't think it has to be my pawn. That's how many adventurers and soldiers fall apart..."

"Even a discarded pawn to see the strength of an opponent doesn't make sense if that discarded pawn doesn't have some strength"

The other man also agrees with the man's words, which he affirmed without letting the woman speak to the end.

"Right. Because it's not interesting to watch a battle with too many different strengths. Besides, considering the instructions from above... hey?

You don't have to tell me, do you? The woman eventually nods as she perceived to the man who tells her silently that way.

"I get it. Next city...... then you won't be able to, so next or next. How about that place?

Two men nodded at the words, and their opinions must have gathered. As it is, the three scatter in separate directions.

The woman turned to the original grove, and the man who was softly verbal, so that the Dusker line would follow the other way, and the last man as if to follow the Dusker line.

A line of Duskers who never think they're going to talk like that after they pass, keep going down the street and eventually you'll see the city at the end of your sight as you approach the afternoon.

"Apparently, you're going to be revealing it in that city overnight today"

"Gru?"

Really? And to Seto, who asks as he rattles his throat, Ray strokes his neck with a nod.

The central figure of the Neutralists, also one of the three major factions of the Kingdom of Mireana, meant that the Dusker line had received various advantages at the beginning of its journey.

For example, if you were normal, you would have a griffon... and no one would think that if you were a resident of the Bestian Empire, you would want to let Seto into the city who killed a lot of the Bestian Imperial Army in the Spring War.

On the contrary, even within the kingdom of Mireana, permission to enter the whole city is often denied simply because it is a griffon.

But there's no way the city guards can do anything more than accompany Dusker as a line of escorts.

Also, as a matter of course, Dusker is sending one of his knights to the lord of the land as a first touch, and he has been granted permission to pass through the territory on the grounds that he was invited to a martial arts tournament.

This one, like the city's residents, reluctantly gave permission for territorial passage because they didn't want to give permission to Dusker, but didn't want to refuse it here.

As a result…

"... OK, please come through"

While the guards whine like they pushed their emotions to death, they give permission to enter the city.

It must be natural for that gaze to be directed at Ray.

(In many ways, this country is an enemy land for me, right?)

What does the gaze being directed at you mean? Of course Ray understands that.

Perhaps I know that guard... or someone from this city who participated in the war died in that battle.

But Ray doesn't care more about that than he needs to. In the first place, if you don't like dying, you just have to be a soldier from the start.

That would be unnecessarily what you would think if you were not a regular soldier, but a kind of prostitute.

Even though I think that way, a line of Duskers goes all over the city.

Keep going to the inn where the guards told me, and after a light exchange about Seto as a matter of course, we succeed in getting the inn safe.

"Bye, Seto. Just like always."

"Gru!"

I guess I know what Ray's trying to say. When Seto rings his throat and confirms his intention to convey his understanding, he returns straight from the stables to the inn.

Certainly the inhabitants of this city cannot reach out to such people as Ray and Dusker. That's true.

But other than the people staying at the inn... for example, the carriage on board, the horse pulling that carriage, or the military horse on which the knight is riding... and if you're a submissive, it's different story.

Essentially because you can't talk, it's unlikely that if you do something, you'll find out.

But... it was even fatal that no one knew Seto was a Rank A monster and even more intelligent because he was created by Warcraft.

Fact is, even in the city I've stopped by before, there were people who tried to give a little bit to a horse in a stables, including Ceto, but all of that was obstructed by Ceto, good enough to escape, and his opponent, who had attacked his weapon in his hand to kill him, lost his life.

Naturally it is true that if that happens, it will be a noise, and some have been captured by the guards and executed for falling slaves or becoming terrible.

If you try to be a lord or deputy ruling the city in any way, the Dusker line is a guest officially invited by the Bestian Empire.

He imitated his face against the guest, so he thought he could blame himself if he didn't reveal that he had punished him properly.

Most importantly, if I tried to be the Dusker of the day, I would have taken this degree for granted because there was a Ray who was active in the war, and even if I did, I could have half expected to have someone who was harmful to me and Seto, so I was not particularly pessimistic.

"Grrrrrrrr......"

Seto, who dropped off Ray's back as he left, falls asleep to where he was assigned.

Keep it that way for about an hour. Eventually, I notice footsteps approaching the stables.

"Gru?"

Seto gently closes his eyes and watches as he rings small and alert.

Eventually the approaching footsteps enter the stables as Seto expected.

To be able to strike back immediately when attacked...... while thinking so, it was Seto who was exploring the signs, but the person who came inside the stables walks without hiding any particular footsteps.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr?"

Turning his gaze as he rang his throat, a man in his 40s stood there with plenty of meat for his obedience in his hand.

"Whoa? What, did you wake up? Look, rice. Rice. I'm getting plenty of money from your owner. It's good deer meat."

It was a deer with plenty of meat, as the man said, that was told and dropped Dosari.

The skin has been peeled off properly and the guts have been treated, all in one condition.

"Grrrrrr...... Grrrrrr!

Check with the smell that you have not been planted with poisonous or strange medicines, peck a little meat with the couch and confirm.

Did you finally feel safe doing that, Seto eats plenty of food during the summer and starts eating meat from an exercise deer.

The man narrows his eyes to it and looks delightfully for a while before feeding on the other horses as well.

Luckily, the man entrusted with the care of animals and squire demons in this stables didn't know or have anyone in him who died in the war, and he has nothing in particular to think of for a single line of Duskers, and he will take care of the horses deposited.

I guess Seto figured that out while eating meat and watching how it was all at once. Concentrate on your meal with confidence.

I guess I didn't even notice how Seto was doing, but the man looked after him with a satisfying grin.

"... this inn was a hit"

That's what I squealed about, Elk, who's coming to Ray's room for some reason.

Sometimes it's in the inn, and I'm taking a break leaving Dusker's escort to two people, Minn and Rodos.

That said, I didn't completely forget about the escort, but only in the inn.

"Right. The rice is delicious, and the employees, whatever their insides, have not put their grievances on the table. If you think so, it was a hit."

Larks Borderline Uncle is staying, which naturally means it's the finest of several inns in the city.

It's not that big of a city, so even though Ray can't compare to the golden wind pavilion where he was staying in Eggzil, there was something to call professional guts that wouldn't put it on the table, even though there would be something about Ray and the Duskers for the innkeepers.

"I hope this is the case with the other inns."

Whimpering elk while drinking the fruit water Ray gave me.

It's a sight that makes me want to tell you to go to the liquor store if you try it on Ray, but even if you're allowed some free movement, the escort is the escort. I just couldn't get out of the inn in that condition and go out to the liquor store or have a drink in the inn cafeteria.

If you can find such an imitation than it is in the position of guarding the lord...

(Whatever else, what kind of judgment comes down from Min.)

He was an elk who was going to crush the break in the corner as he talked about Ray and his undaunted while remembering the pain in his wand that had been shook down on his head more than once before.