Legend

A row of Duskers traveling down the street.

It had already been about half a month since we entered the Bestian Empire, and it was no longer uncommon to see a line thinking that we had been invited to a martial arts tournament like the Duskers even in the streets en route to the Imperial Capital.

Nobles invited by the nobles of the Bestian Empire and the surrounding countries. Some of them look more like merchants in luxurious carriages than the nobles around them.

"No, you were pretty quick"

If we look around, we can look at the line thinking we're headed for the capital, besides ourselves.

Especially the carriage decorations differed from one group to another in the country, and above all it was the escort that looked promising.

I guess it's the Knights of the aristocratic territory on the carriage. Many of them each wear the same design armor, which entertains Ray's eyes.

Though the merchant thought the carriage was riding, and the mercenary, not the knight, could be individually and differently equipped for escort, many people wore magic items and thought gear, which also entertained Ray's eyes.

I hear a knight squealing near such a ray, and I turn my gaze unexpectedly.

"Hmm? Oh, bad. Solo."

"No, it's nothing. It's faster than that. What?

"Until we get to Empire City. I've never been there, of course, but the merchant who came to Gilm once told me that no matter how hastily we entered the Bestian Empire, it would take a month."

"... is there a merchant going into business to the Bestian Empire"

Ray whines all the time, shuddered.

The Kingdom of Mireana and the Bestian Empire have been hostile countries for many years, and naturally the emotions the people are pointing towards the other country are more malicious.

I went out of my way to do business with the Bestian Empire, which is hostile in that way, so I couldn't help but be surprised if I tried to lay it down.

But the knight smiles small and bitterly at how Ray looks like that and clasps his shoulders.

"Merchants come together in places with money."

To the word gold, Ray reminds me of the bell of Fuji Soul Relief.

(You ended up just raiding me once, and you haven't gotten your hands on me at all since then. Well, what's going on? Or are you willing to set me up in the Imperial City?... well, that does seem possible)

If we get into the Imperial City, one line of Dusker will each take a different course of action.

Dasker went out with Elk and Minn as noblemen of the Kingdom of Mireana, Ray and Rodos to the martial arts tournament, Seto to the stables, etc.

In that case, it will be true that even as a soul quenching bell, the target of the attack will have less combat power.

"Ray? What's wrong?

"No, it's nothing. So, was it early in the month? That's because merchants travel in carriages with plenty of merchandise, right? Compared to this, all three carriages, including the Duskers, are high quality substitutes, and even if they are horses pulling carriages, they are all first-class. And not to mention military horses."

Returning words to the knight, Ray's gaze is directed toward three carriages traveling a little further away.

Compared to other carriages traveling down the street, it is inferior in the sense of luxury. But that's because Dusker prefers quality rigidity rather than beauty, and the quality of the carriage and the quality of the horse are one of the heads over the rest of us... It was obvious from the viewer that if we did poorly, we would be jumping through more than that.

Especially when it comes to the quality of the horse that determines the speed of the carriage, horses pulling other carriages that are moving around, knights of escorts, horses with mercenaries on them make Ray… More precisely, there are horses who are suspicious of their behavior by looking at Ray's riding Ceto, while horses pulling a line of carriages in Dusker have no appearance of fear of Ceto at all.

Of course, I'm used to this because we've traveled together from Guild to here.

But if you think of coming out the familiar and the unfamiliar, it will be because all horses are still first-class horses that they have become accustomed to Seto.

"Grrrrrrrr?"

I didn't feel Ray's idea like that, but Seto turns his gaze to Ray riding himself as he throats.

What's the matter with you? To the way he asks, Ray shakes his head saying it's nothing and gently reaches for its neck muscle.

"Well, if we survived the border, I guess so."

The knight's cheeks turn red with lighting in compliments to ourselves that don't even lean out of Ray's mouth.

From the side, there are many people who think it is quite good to see how a young and quite beautiful knight is illuminated, and their gaze is concentrated from around such a knight.

I guess the knight eventually noticed the gaze that was being directed at him as well. I cough small and then my gaze is turned to Ray again.

"Let's just say that. Thus, when nobles and so on are gathered together, including us, it is naturally easier to get into trouble. Be careful, especially since Ray can get into trouble with his hands."

"... no, it's not like I like it either and I'm in trouble with that hand."

To answer that, but given Ray's own previous experience, I understood that he was not very, but unconvincing of his words.

I guess that was the same with Seto. Even Ceto, who is always on Ray's side, rattles his throat when he says he won't be convinced.

And...

"Seto, even you...... hmm?

It was Ray who tried to hang words on Seto in unintentional ways, but he would unwittingly stop the words without saying them to the end.

Because there was traffic without many carriages going in the direction of the street.

From what I've seen, nearly 20 carriages exist in front of a row of Duskers.

"What?"

"Come on? You think the carriage's blocking the streets, even if it's rolling over?

That's what the knight who talked to Ray earlier tells him, who shrugged.

But when Ray heard the word, he shook his neck sideways with the meaning of denial and opened his mouth.

"It's not like you can't get past the side of the street. Even if there's a carriage rolling in the street, once you avoid a carriage rolling off the street, you just have to go back."

"... well, sure"

A knight who groans and gazes to the side of the street.

There are some weeds stretching out there, but still not so much that I can't get by the carriage.

"Then why?

"Come on?"

I know it's true that something went wrong, but Ray can't possibly tell what it is.

"Is it just a waste of time even if I'm stuck here like this? Hang on, I'll ask Master Dusker for directions."

"Okay. Well, it's about a few days to the Imperial City, and as far as the neighborhood's concerned, it doesn't seem like he's gonna make it to the fighting tournament. You won't mind if I eat some time."

To the voice of such a ray, the knight gently flaunts his shoulder and heads towards the carriage in which Dusker is riding.

Dropping it off, for now, there's nothing to do. Ray strokes Seto's head as he looks around.

"Gru?"

Are you gonna play me? To Ceto, who tilts his little neck and squeals his throat, Ray smiles small and strokes his head, the couch, and his throat.

Give yourself to the feel of that hand, Ceto narrowing his eyes in a way that feels good.

If this wasn't the street...... or if the carriages weren't so dense around, Seto could have slept on the ground.

Ray can't help but grin and move his hand at Seto, who keeps his throat ringing more.

The carriage has already stopped behind a single line of duskers, and a few people are dissatisfied with the current situation.

The total absence of people and horses around Seto and Ray among them would still be due to their fear and fear of Griffon.

But such fears and fears also gradually disappear somewhere when Seto sees the sight being stroked by Ray.

What currently exists in front of those around the Rays was not turned down in the kind of sight that people would imagine when they heard of the Rank A monster.

There is too much warmth in the hearts of those who watched the sight.

Or maybe some of them would have walked over against Seto had they been watching Seto for another 10 minutes or so like this.

Even if I thinly imagine that it is Ray, or the adventurer known as Deep Red, who is more able to follow it than it is to be Griffon.

Most importantly, the Bestian Empire is not the only owner of this carriage. Given the large number of people coming from small countries around the empire, maybe they didn't even have to worry so much about it.

But happy or unhappy for each other, a knight returns who made his way to Dusker's carriage earlier before that happens.

And when I see the sight that is spreading in front of me, I accidentally open my mouth with a small sigh of sigh.

"You know, I don't know if we're gonna do that here."

"Really? We can't go on like this anyway, and you've got plenty of time."

"No, that's not the problem.... No, well, no. More than that, it's a message from Master Dusker. Find out what's causing the traffic on the street."

"Me?

Why bother? Ray asked back with that thought, but the knight nodded ruthlessly.

"That's right. According to Dusker's prediction, there's probably some kind of trouble, so come and fix it."

"... I see"

From the knight's words, Ray understands Dusker's intentions.

In the first place, my role is to stand out in combat competitions and attract the attention of the upper levels of the Empire. In other words, we need to stand out as much as we can.

And I guess it's also out of the belief that standing out at this point would be of great benefit.

"Okay. Then let's go, Seto."

"Gru!"

I stood up with my throat ringing delightfully at Ray's words, trying to get straight through the gap between the carriage and the carriage and off the street.

As we head out to the meadows where countless grasses are growing, we continue towards those who are causing the crowds.

I'm not particularly in a hurry, so I slowly move on as I see the sight of Griffon running and try not to surprise my surroundings... eventually I arrive at the head of the traffic.

There was a group of about 20 people there.

They wore armor dyed green and blue, as if it represented that they all belonged to the same group.

That is not particularly surprising if that is all.

In fact, there are people in the vicinity who wear the same armor.

Sure, there are more people than the rest of the population, but that's all.

Reasons to be different from others. It was where it was blocked as if to seal off the streets.

Ray, who saw that a representative of the group and a thinker and the owner of the carriage who was at the head of the traffic had a conversation and, when he handed something over, the armored ones had vacated just a place where the carriage could pass, also wonders if it was an examination for a moment.

However, following the lead carriage, the next carriage also handed something to the representative and thinker of the wearer of armor, and proceeded from an open gap to the next, similar to the earlier carriage.

(Isn't that a test?

If Ray didn't see it wrong, all you gave him was a few silver coins.

Not very much, but doesn't look like an inquisition.

When that happened, not so much could be thought of.

It would be the easiest sight to understand that someone is winding up money from those who go through this place on their own.

But can there be Ray himself? I doubt it.

This is a street that leads to the Imperial Capital, and it's weirder not to discover it if you make a grand, strong contract so far in such a place.

And so is Dusker with Ray, who was invited directly from the upper echelons of the Empire.

If you imitate like winding up gold from such an opponent, your neck will definitely fly.

It's not about getting a job in the neck, it's about physics.

That's why I couldn't believe I was doing this kind of imitation in such a prominent place.

That's how he decides, and Ray speaks to a merchant in his 40s who has the look of chewing up a bitter bug nearby.

To a merchant who seems to be doing business individually, not in a group like the one who rode a few carriages.

"Hey, what the hell is that?

"Oh? Decided..."

It will be decided. The man in the pedestrian who tried to tell him that is breathtaking without realizing what Ray was on.

Because it was Griffon who was there.

Turn your gaze around to mislead something, but there's no way anyone can help you.

Exhaling as he gave up, he opens his mouth without even trying to hide his abominable tone.

"As you can see. Oh, fuck you, winding up the money from the guy walking down this street."

"... no one will sue up there? Near Imperial Capital, I think I know what would happen if I imitated this stupid thing at this time of year."

"I'll find out. Something must have happened..."

That much to tell, suddenly the man turns his gaze behind Ray and leaves as he panicked.

The reason for this was obvious.

"Hey, there they are. Let me talk to you for a second."

Because a person dressed in green and blue armor existed there.