Legend

"... hey, is this my room"

Ray shrugs when he deposits Seto in the stables and sees the room guided by the innkeeper.

"Well, what do you think? Even this one was prepared to satisfy the famous Deep Red."

Ray smiles bitterly at the innkeeper who asks him with a somewhat worrying look on his face, barely on the table.

Not in a bad way. No, it's a bitter laugh with the thought that it might be too much for me.

As for the size of the room, it would be nearly three times the size of the evening wheat pavilion that Ray is lodging in the Guild.

I don't care what you think, it's not a room for one person, it's a room for a few people.

There are other kinds of desks besides beds and sofas when it comes to the interior of the room, as well as plenty of other magic items like lights and refrigerators.

All of them are luxurious enough to be seen at first glance, and you can't help but be surprised at the lay.

A room that would be even more one- or two-ranked than a luxury inn such as a wheat pavilion at dusk or a golden wind pavilion.

Moreover, this room is reserved for Ray only, and the room where Dusker is staying is naturally better equipped than here.

"I can be satisfied if you ask me if I can be satisfied, but can I use such a splendid room?

"Yes, because people in the country are telling me straight away"

"... country,"

Surprised to hear the word country, Ray.

I wonder if it makes any sense to distract yourself so far from being a cautious person in many ways.

(Thinking about it without difficulty, they show the size of the vessel by honoring me for winning over them... something like that. I dare you to isolate yourself from the others in order to assassinate me.)

Several thoughts pass the back of my brain, but I decide that it would be useless to say anything because this is already decided as my room, and I nod small toward the innkeeper.

"Oh, no problem. Thank you for making this room available.... Oh, yeah. Seto in the stables, my griffon seemed hungry, so get him something to eat."

"Accepted. Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please call me."

He smiles small and gracefully and the man leaves.

Ray, who dropped it off, checks the room just in case.

But fortunately, I never checked the kind of peephole or the kind of space for someone to lurk in.

I couldn't say it was perfectly safe because I'm not familiar with the hand.

"... take a break for now"

Squeeze, take off magic items like dragon robes and Slapenil shoes, make sure they fall over the bed and lie down.

There is only a luxury bed, fluffy to take Ray's never heavy weight and support its body so that it sinks in slowly as it is.

I guess magic items like air conditioning that adjusts the temperature are used throughout the inn. I don't feel the heat at all, even though I'm taking off my dragon robe.

At the same time, there is no such thing as cold feeling when the air conditioning is too strong.

It's probably because it's in the imperial capital of the Bestian Empire around here, and it's the finest inn.

(Uh... they said I could take a break for about 2 hours for now... a little... rest)

He thought in his heart as he fell asleep on the bed, never resisting the sleeper that would eventually strike, but entrusted himself to it.

Bestia Empire, Empire Capital. Imperial Castle, a huge castle in its centre.

It is the home of an emperor who can unite the Bestian Empire, one of this Elgin's premier powers.

Luxurious and rotten. There are several exquisite ornaments that take away the mind of the beholder, a castle that is said to be worth a look just from the outside, even if you can't get inside.

And while you're at it, you're never just as beautiful as a piece of art. Designed as much as possible as the center of battle when the Imperial City becomes a battlefield, it is also famous for its difficult castle.

One room in such a castle, where about 10 nobles were gathered.

"Like those abominable guys arrived?

"Yeah, I think we'll be resting in a long empty pavilion by now."

Other nobles who were listening to it give a hateful look to the words of nobles in their late 30s.

The nobility who is here is only the Count, even the most high.

Moreover, since the Count is never a wealthy house, he is rarely able to stay in an inn like a long empty pavilion.

Why are these people so upscale that they can't even stay... that was the honest feeling of the aristocrats gathering here?

"... my bowels simmer just thinking that a guy like Deep Red is breathing. What's going on with the soul bell?

"That, once set up, makes no move at all..."

The aristocrats who have gathered on the spot shrug at the nobles who groan in sigh.

"Damn, it's like this after all while keeping all that expensive money!

"That's why I said it! No matter how handsome you are or how reputable you are, you're an asshole!

"But I thought you were in favor of hiring a soul-quenching bell with Sir!

"Is that insulting me!

"Sir is the one! If you're willing, take it and stand!

Each speaks of dissatisfaction, shouting it as non-existent to the other, reaching for the sheath of his waist if the one who was told was also sold quarrel.

But...

"Quiet! Now what are we going to do fighting within our people!

Even now, the moment one of the nobles tries to pull his sword out of his sheath, his anger echoes in the room.

Overwhelmingly different degrees than those who are just making noise around them.

The nobles, who had blood on their heads, calm down at the anger of the man who is in the leading position in this place.

"Phew, okay. What I specialize in soul-quenching bells is the job behind them. With that in mind, it is most certain to happen in the Imperial Capital, where a large number of tourists, merchants and so on are gathering. In the first place, I guess it was just the way things were once set up, wasn't it? Then don't worry too much about the details."

"But Count Schvindell... as far as we're concerned, we can't allow him to breathe deep red and Uncle Larks Border!

To the words of the aristocrats, a man in his 50s, called Earl of Schvindell, nods as he strokes his beard growing on his jaw.

"That's naturally not true. If it had been, Peristella would have been my son-in-law to the Earl of Schvindell after that war ended. With that in mind, it's unforgivable that they are breathing in this capital. But out of blood, I'm forced to raid the Soul Bell... so what are you going to do if you can't hold them back? That's what makes no sense."

"It's..."

To the words of Count Schvindell, the nobles around him remain silent.

Because I'm angry that Deep Red and Larks Border Uncle are alive, but it was obvious that running wild with that anger would only screw me up.

Then with our own hands... there were a few who thought so, but Larks Borderline himself can be quite a fighter in the first place.

I wouldn't go so far as to say deep red.

How much power it possessed was more obvious than it was that it was the very bodies of the nobles present here that caused the scattering of their lives.

"Anyway, now wait for your chance. Even if we can't hurry, if we screw it up, we'll just keep our guard up against the other side, and we'll just lose our power for nothing."

Count Schvindell tells him to say it, and the grievances on the spot finally subside.

Most of the aristocrats present here are low-ranking aristocrats, and at the same time they are not capable of being remarkable.

Most importantly, that is why we sent them to the Seremouth Plains in order to make them raise their hand in the war, and as a result, all of them here died.

For such reasons, among the nobles here, Count Schvindell was a need-to-know. That is so much so that this gathering would have been disintegrating without Count Schvindell.

It is such an unreliable opponent, but not so many who can share feelings with Count Schvindell.

No, of course there are a number of people who have a great deal of hostility towards Deep Red and Larks Border Uncle, and the Kingdom of Mireana, but nevertheless there were terribly few who wanted to be clearly hostile to that employer, Deep Red, against Larks Border Uncle.

Sometimes he was afraid of Deep Red himself, but at the same time there was widespread talk that the upper echelons of the Bestian Empire had immediately invited him to the martial arts competition.

Someone should send someone to represent him every year, but for some reason only this year, Dasker Larks himself will travel to the Imperial City.

In what can be described as an anomaly, there can be no recall of a spring war... the upper echelons of the Empire have instructed me not to imitate anything that would do with my hands.

In other words, it was certain that he would be punished when he was known to be having such a meeting.

But it is because there is a Count Schvindell who has such a high power among the Bestian empires that such a discussion can be held in the castle.

Its Earl of Schvindell opens his mouth with a melancholy look as he looks around.

From now on, if you listen to what you say, there will probably be a lot of people in front of you.

"Actually, he's coming to the castle about two hours from now."

"Become!?

Our own revenge comes within our sight.

Some of the nobles try to scream irritably at the word, but Count Schvindell opens his mouth to control it.

"Okay. You'll never forgive me for getting my hands on you here!

"Why! This is a one-of-a-kind opportunity! Here's our grudge against him..."

"It's no use. You forgot your report? Besides the deep red, they also have the axe of the Thunder God. Do you have as many handkerchiefs as you can manage with two of those aliases? Is it because there isn't, that you have to rely on an organization called Soul Relief Bells, etc.?

"Oh, that's..."

The other nobles were stuck in the words that came out of Count Schvindell's mouth.

It is a fact that we do not have competent pawns at hand.

No, it's not like I only have incompetent men. Some knights have quite a bit of combat power, or some of their men have the talent to rule the territory.

But they were still bad in this case.

If any of your men had as much power as they could have managed to destroy the Bestian Imperial Army by themselves, they would have gained a higher title in the first place.

"... don't look at them right in the eye. I'm actually going to check with this eye. But, okay. Never get your hands on a castle. If he can't do that, stay here without checking our enemies with their eyes, or get back to the mansion. Anyway, it's about building up strength now. If I get a chance, I'm sure I can kill him."

To the words of Count Schvindell, all the nobles who were there calm down.

But there was never such a thing as walking away from the spot.

"Uh... do I need to go, too?

That was Ray's first voice for spending all of his given free time in his sleep being woken up by a knight and asked why he was called to Dusker's room.

"That's right. In the first place, you're supposed to be my escort, so naturally you need to follow me to the castle with the elks."

Ray takes an unexpected sigh of sigh at Dasker's words, who nods when he says he deserves it.

I don't like being tough in the first place, Ray. Naturally, I don't think it's funny to watch an exchange between Imperial Nobles and Dusker that explores each other's bellies, and most importantly...

"When it comes to castles, naturally there are a lot of nobles in this country, right? If I go to a place like that, I'm sure you'll be caught up in some nasty commotion?

"I guess. But in the sense of attracting the attention of the upper echelons of the Empire, you're more than welcome, and above all, you'd better show your face if you're going to jump into a fight."

"Then, too, Rodos?

To Dusker's words, Ray turns his gaze to Chirali and Rodos in the room.

This was because Rodos was supposed to compete in this competition as well as himself.

Early morning training for the martial arts tournament remains unchanged.

"That's right. We're headed to the castle with me and Thunder God's Axe, Ray, and a few knights."

It is already a matter of decision and will not be covered. To the words of Dusker, who tells him so, Ray nods as he pushes and kills his inner sigh.

(It might be nice to see who's hostile to Vihera and Theorem.)

While thinking that way.