Legend

When Ray and Rodos and the others left Tanaro. In one of Tanaro's mansion rooms, Moura and Sistoy were talking about the raid the day before.

"Exactly the knight of the Gilm on the periphery of the kingdom of Mireana. One man at a time is quite powerful. The puppets we got here, they couldn't have been scratched because they were easy to brainwash."

"There is deep red, there is griffon, there is the axe of thunder god... I knew we were gathered to have a high level of personal combat power, but are the knights any better? You're in trouble again."

To Moura's explanation, Sistoy bites into the sandwich he held in his hand as he sighed.

I cut off a thousand as if I were going to hit a frustration on a sandwich in my hand, but Moura, watching it, sighs and embarrasses me.

"It's a delicious sandwich in the corner, so taste and eat more."

"I know.... but"

"Yeah. Honestly, you were a nastier opponent than I expected. It's going to be an unproportionate job if it stays this way."

Moura groans depressingly and brings tea to her mouth as she remembers many of the battles she saw through the crystal sphere.

The person coming at you, even as you suffer a wound close to a fatal injury. Although the knights were surprised for a moment that there should be those who would be confused and the battle neglected if they were ordinary knights, that was the only reaction they showed.

He immediately resumed the attack and defeated one Mullah doll after another and the mob.

Fortunately, if we became incapable of combat, we adjusted to close our consciousness ourselves, so the only salvation is that we don't get our information across.

"Besides, it's deep red that's troublesome after all. Griffon the submissive, to be precise. I wonder how you sniffed us when you were so far away."

If it weren't for Sistoy's account, I would probably have been caught as of last night. If you think so, something cold runs through Moura's spine for a moment.

I hadn't really set it up yet, but I was about to be captured over there in a raid to see how they were doing.

"Besides... the guy with that hand will be able to deal with it instantly from now on more than he saw this hand once"

"I know.... I don't know why I got this job."

"Originally you must have taken the job."

He was a moola momentarily upset by Sistoy's shuddered gaze, but quickly shrugged off his gaze.

"Well, either way, let's keep a report on this one. This raid is what they told me to do in the first place, so you'll think of something to do over there."

"Right. The next time I set it up, I'm going to leave too, so it's not going to be like this one... I hope."

I guess the reason I'm not sure about the words is because I still watch Ray fight with that eye.

Around the knights and young man adventurers - Rhodos - I wouldn't even struggle a little, but I was confident I could do whatever I wanted.

But there's just one... no, one and one. If you hit Ray and Seto decently, it's like you're blind to a win.

(If so, there are many of them to do. Nothing. We don't have the sense of justice to fight grandiose from the front.... and besides the deep red, there are also the axes of the Thunder God. It would be a lot more troublesome over there if it included an element of experience, rather than simple combat power)

He thought that way, anticipating the disturbances that would happen ahead of him, and exhaled unexpectedly.

"So, Larks Borderline Uncle. We apologize for the inconvenience. Thank you for your time."

"What, never mind. I went into the city knowing they were after me. Plus I got a lot of hard work, including guards and knights. The fact that deputies are punished for that is not a very interesting event."

The deputy, whose hair has already disappeared to the middle of his head, lowers his head with gratitude as he manages to hide his gaunting expression in the words of Dusker, who tells him with ease.

For the deputy, the nobility in front of him was nothing but a disaster.

To tell the truth, he was the one who never wanted to be welcomed into the city.

However, there can be no refusal beyond what has already been rooted for by the lord… As a result, there will be a major disturbance at night.

Originally less physically sturdy deputies looked 10, or nearly 20, years old with just one night of mental fatigue.

Still, I can also say that I didn't have to look at the consequences of the worst - the death of Dusker - thanks to luck on my side as a result of exhausting my personnel.

A short distance away from such deputies, duskers, or the elks of the escort, Dwarub still had an interesting gaze at Seto.

Unlike Mileyne, who is also the head of Seto enthusiasts, that gaze is not like being loved. It's a sight close to researchers, like observing a purely interesting opponent.

He said he wasn't suitable for monster researchers, but he must be humble, around the fact that he was pointing his gaze purely at the presence of Seto rather than the kind of gaze that sees things.

For Ray at least, it seemed like he could do it as a researcher enough because the monsters didn't hate him.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr?"

What's the matter with you? and to Seto, who turns his gaze to himself, Dwarub offers a few dried meats that he had in his hand.

To the dried meat offered as if spreading the curd, Seto smells one by one as he rings his throat.

Eventually you smelled to stir your appetite, and even the dried meat on the far left of the offer was couched into your mouth.

Dwarub, who watched it, remembers in his head not to forget the meat Griffon prefers.

Most of all, is that meat really preferred by Griffon as a whole, or simply by Ceto only... research will still be needed on that area.

And when will that research be more complete than Griffon, a Rank A monster, rarely shows up in public... is that something only God knows?

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

It was Seto, who was tasting dried meat while taming his throat, but eventually the Dusker would have finished talking to his deputy. At the very least, an apology means that a barrel with food and ale is brought into the carriage.

The Dusker, who sees its confinement coming to an end, screams loudly so that everyone on the spot can hear it.

"We're leaving!

Demonstrate the full appeal of attracting people, and all those who were on the spot will be ready immediately.

Ray also turns his gaze to Dwarub as he strokes Seto's head eating dried meat and is given the dried meat he had where he tried to open his mouth.

"On the road"

Ray, who understands just what he wants to say, smiles a little and says thank you.

"I'm sorry, thank you."

Keep going, Dusker. Try to follow a line and cross over to Seto, and start going one and one.

Behind such a line, deputies and knights dropped off their backs until they were blind.

However, around the neighborhood, where few of the people who were dropping them off, the Dusker line showed exactly what it was like to be within the Bestian Empire.

No, in this case, I should say Ray and Seto, not a single line of Dusker.

Ray strokes Seto's neck as he tries not to worry about his thoughts past the back of his brain.

"Whatever you say, it was a pretty good city. The food at the inn was delicious."

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Seto was not dissatisfied with the meal served at the inn, either, or he rattles his throat at in a good mood.

In fact, the highest-format inn had no complaints about hospitality, including meals.

You stayed overnight at all costs, and in the middle of the night there was a mob raid and you couldn't fully enjoy the comfort of the inn?

"The food at the inn was delicious."

A knight on horseback progressing next to Ray squeaks.

I guess I heard that word. Other knights walking around mouth their thoughts on the Inn meal.

"The dishes of the Bestian Empire were usually delicious even when we ate them."

"Right, I'm curious that it was a little thin..."

"That's the one. The Bestian Empire doesn't face the sea, so salt is expensive."

"Oh, I see....... hmm? But there's rock salt and stuff, right?

"Rock salt is only buried, so it's really higher than salt made from sea water."

"Sort of. That's why the Bestian Empire has been waging wars over and over again, craving the ocean."

Walking in conversation like that, Seto inadvertently looks up at the sky.

It was Ray looking up to be caught, but until a short while ago it was a blue sky with sunshine and no clouds, and at some point the rain clouds existed to cover the lid.

"Gru."

"Oh. Sounds like a rain coming.... Well, it's this temperature and you're not gonna catch a cold"

I guess the knights who were moving from cooking to sea and talking about salt also noticed the exchange between Ray and Seto. Soon I get an unpleasant look at the rain clouds covering the sky.

"Wow... this is it less than an hour after I left the city. If you would just come down a little sooner, Master Dusker would postpone his departure too... Won't you"

I guess.

Ray heartily agrees with the knight's grunt that way.

If you want to spend another night in the city where there was just a mob raid, the answer would be no.

Sure, the majority of the mobs were caught by the Rays, or the Knights and Guards of the City, but that's not all. Ning Ro, that the beheaded would be watching the opportunity without moving in a detour.

"Master Dusker will also look for a place to stay if the momentum of the rain gets stronger."

Another knight shrugs, but that, on the contrary, means continuing the journey without rest in about light rain.

Those in carriages like Dusker, Elk and Thunder God axes, or their entourage, don't have to worry about getting wet, but there's no such thing as rain gear when it comes to the rays and escorts out there.

"I'm glad it's almost autumn, not winter. Don't catch a cold."

"If you do worse than get wet in the rain, you can get fever or something...... I guess, normally"

"Indeed."

Everyone laughs at the knight's words.

There's no way a knight working out his body could catch a cold as wet as a little rain. That was the word because I was so confident.

In fact, be a knight, be an adventurer, you can never say that you can't do a mission or request as much as it rained.

It is not so uncommon to act in the winter snow, so the degree to which we get somewhat wet in the rain in the current season, which is halfway between summer and autumn, is somewhat unpleasant.

As we speak that way, eventually one drop, two drops and a rainy Shizuku fall from the rain cloud.

"Oh, you came down. Can it be rain of grace for farmers around here?

"... Speaking of which, I had certainly never seen it rain since entering the Bestian Empire"

"Hey, there's actually no water shortage, is there?

"It feels like I've traveled this far, and that wasn't at all... I don't know"

It was the knights who kept talking, but eventually the carriage doors surrounded by the knights as escorts open and the elk turns up.

"We're going to keep going now, but we might stay in the rain somewhere when the rain gets stronger. Think about it and let me know if there's anywhere just right."

Everyone nods at the words of such an elk, and as it hits the weak rain, the Dusker line continues down the street towards the imperial capital.

I make mistakes with some merchants, adventurers and thinkers along the way, but even though I'm weak, it's raining, so I keep going with less attention than before...

"Wow, you're getting stronger"

A knight who shrugs as he looks up at the rain clouds in disgust.

Until earlier, it was weak rain, but now it's gaining a lot of momentum, not until I tap it...... but it was definitely rainfall stronger nonetheless.

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

Seto will also come down. I guess the rain is depressing. I look up at the sky in frustration and squeal my throat, but there's no way I can do anything about it.

Unlike when the knights began to descend, they travel the streets looking for places where they can shelter in the rain, but unfortunately along the streets there is no such thing as a forest, and they cannot find places where they can shelter in the rain.

"Shit, it's time for you to get really depressed"

A knight with an irritating look at the rain that gradually grows stronger over time.

But speaking of stupidity doesn't stop the rain, and gradually the knights have a smaller mouth count.

And after about an hour, when the rain was already close to the dust and sand...

"I see the village!

That's what a knight man walking at the beginning of a line screamed in a delightfully seeping voice.