Legend

On his way to a meeting place with the Chancellor, Ray leans back inside.

(The two of you just now...... that you had a wand in your robe would definitely be a wizard, have you seen him somewhere?

Strengthen your body earlier, or question it as you think of a pair of wizards who were sitting on the floor.

But as far as Ray's memory suggests, it must have been two strangers at all.

I don't remember as much as I encountered on some request.

Best of all, the opportunity for Ray, who worked in the Kingdom of Mireana, to encounter the Wizard of the Bestian Empire...

"Oh, I see"

And I came to the possibility, and I shrugged like I was convinced.

He looked at Ray, who suddenly shrugged, with the strange gaze of neighbor Rodos, but he advances his thoughts inside without looking particularly concerned.

(In the first place, it is, after all, the battle on the Seremus Plains that the Wizard, who was operating in the Kingdom of Mireana and I, who was operating in the Bestian Empire, is likely to encounter. Then you were probably joining the Bestian Imperial Army as a mercenary in the war)

If so, I can understand why I fear myself so much. As another possibility while I think so, I can also think of the possibility that the person I encountered with Ray when he was previously operating in the Kingdom of Mireana, for some reason, traveled to the Bestian Empire.

(Well, that's unlikely.)

We can normally come and go through the Seremus Plains, but there are pernicious feelings in each other's countries caused by years of conflict.

Not many of them like to go to the Bestian Empire.

... with special exceptions like Vihera, though.

Ultimately, without knowing why or not, when he decides it would be useless to think any further, the ombrel movement, which was finally leading the Dusker line, stops.

There is a door near the ombrel, with two figures of escorts and thoughtful knights.

"The Prime Minister awaits you here. I just want to leave you with the kind of weapons you have before we have a meeting."

"... well, I guess it's natural"

It was Elk who whined.

of a nation… it also meets with the Chancellor of a country that has been hostile for many years. Yet it would be normal not to take a weapon......

It's weirder to think you can meet someone with a weapon, even if they're not hostile.

Unless you are a more dangerous opponent when you meet in that regard, it would be because you are a confident dusker in your arms to grant permission even if you remain free to hold the weapon class.

Of course, the escort is always in the next room, and if anything, it's ready to move.

Guardian knights and rodos hand in the long sword they had, Elk the axe of the Thunder God, and Min the wand.

I was naturally asked to submit a weapon with regard to Ray, but I can't believe I'm handing over Death Size, and even more so with regard to Mystering.

In the end, all you have to do is hand over the dagger you had as a spare in your nostalgia.

Naturally, the Prime Minister's escort was not convinced, but he was not convinced because the only weapon Ray was actually wearing as it stands was a knife.

I didn't know about mystering, or I knew it and I intentionally missed it, but it goes through the room without even telling me to keep it.

Most importantly, Ray would have refused if he had told me to keep the mistering. I just didn't have the guts to keep the mistering, which could be my lifeline, with the person I was hostile to.

(Think of it, Elk used to keep Thunder God's axe light)

The Axe of the Thunder God, which is very high in performance and has also become an alias for elk. Naturally its value is immeasurably high, because if you take this thunderous god axe away from the elk, it will only be possible to sharpen the power of the kingdom of Mireana greatly.

However, such imitation would certainly develop into disturbances in many ways, even though it would not have stood as the Bestian Imperial Army, which is now in the midst of the restructuring of its forces.

"Dear Pache Gatt, I have brought you along with me to the Larks Borderline Uncle"

"Um, come in."

The words that came back from inside the room to Ombrel's words were a creaking voice somewhere.

While slightly inclined to the tone of that voice, a line of duskers enters the open door of the ombrel.

The first thing that caught my eye was someone sitting on the couch looking at some sort of paperwork.

Naturally the person is the prime minister who was in Ombrel's mouth, a person named Pache Gat, whose appearance is quite characteristic.

I don't know the exact height because I'm sitting there, but it was still clear that it was never meant to be a giant. Even though he's probably only about the same height as Ray, he definitely weighs twice as much as Ray... and if he sucks, he'll have more than that.

In short, the person was a fairly fat one.

The head is bald and under the nose grows a hyorous and stretched beard.

At first glance, he was the one who even made me feel like a clown somewhere, but only those eyes looking at the paperwork were different.

A sharp gaze, as if it were a reminder of a raptor.

But it was for a moment that a line of Dusker saw that gaze.

At the next moment, it becomes a soft gaze and turns to a single line of Duskers that came into the room.

"Excuse me for this. I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so much work at this time of year."

"... No, this way. All I can say is thank you for responding to my sudden request for a meeting."

Unusual, Dusker's polite language.

The usual out-of-the-box rhetoric was directed against those within or equivalent to it, or against those who didn't care about the area, and in this current situation I had to make it an outward-looking rhetoric.

Even for Dusker, it was natural for him to be more verbal than he was in the position of being a borderline uncle.

"Welcome to the Bestian Empire. I hope I didn't inconvenience you. Come on, sit down first. Hey, get me some tea."

"Yes."

To Pache's words, a maid who was in the room nods out of the room.

Dusker, who dropped it off, lowers his back to the couch as recommended by Pache.

Of course, those who followed them as escorts, such as Ray and Elk, would not be allowed to sit down and stand behind Dusker.

That was the same with the Pasche escort, who stood behind the Pasche with three people sitting on the couch.

(... strong, huh)

Ray whining inside.

At first glance, I could tell, all three of them have quite a bit of power in them.

A force that I would never expect to fight and lose, but still cannot imitate such as sweeping away like a cluttered fish like I have fought many times before.

Even for the two knights who were on Ray's side, they are retightening their minds to each one of them to see if they understood the other's power.

That was the same for the three Pache escorts.

No, the Ning Lo Pache escorts would have been more surprised.

We naturally feel confident in our arms, and that is why we are assigned an important role as Prime Minister's escort.

But it would have been difficult if they had told me how they could have done it if they had fought with the guards of the Larks border uncle in front of them.

All you can do would be buy enough time to let Pache, who is an expertly escorted subject, escape.

Especially since one of the escorts had the ability to sense magic, it seems incredible for Ray... that's the kind of gaze that even monsters look at.

Even if not exchanged in words, the escorts measure each other's strength with the atmosphere and tricks alone. I guess this is also one of the interactions.

"I used to send out invitations every year, but until now, it took a long time for the person to arrive like this with all the surrogates."

"Even for me, I definitely wanted to take a trip to the famous Bestian Empire Martial Arts Games, because you're somehow a lord on the border. Especially since there's been a lot of commotion here lately, and we can't slow it down."

"What? There's a commotion?

"Yeah. Especially since last fall, when I hung it in the winter, it was running around so fast."

"Ha ha. What, even in the kingdom of Mireana, is the famous Larks Borderline Uncle as a borderline lord. You don't care enough about the disturbance, do you?

It's a laughing conversation with each other, even a soothing atmosphere.

But naturally, the story of Dusker, who is also the prime minister of the Bestian Empire and the neutral figure of the Kingdom of Mireana, could not have taken place in that verbal sense, and he did not forget to hold each other back even in this short conversation.

(Last year's commotion was set up by the Bestian Empire. I blamed it in the dark, recieving that the other side would be nothing to that extent. Is that like...?

As Ray, who was listening to the conversation behind Dusker, leaned his neck inside, eventually the door to the room was knocked and the maid came in with tea and cookies.

Made to brew tea from pot to cup with tea and serve straight in front of two.

Pache, who was watching it, smiles at Dusker and opens his mouth.

"Pick the one you like"

"Um, here, then."

As Dusker pulls the cup on his right towards him, Pache pulls the remaining cup on hand as if waiting for it, transporting the cookie to his mouth and swallowing it with tea.

Let Dusker choose a cup with tea, and tea and cookies are put in his mouth first.

It was an act to show that there was no poison in this, but Ray would still not be the only one who felt somewhere deliberate.

I have taken care of you so far, the act of showing you in an obvious way.

Without that act, Dusker wouldn't have done anything to reach for tea or cookies either.

Because it is undoubtedly true that this land is an enemy land.

In that way, Dusker and Pache each exchange words with several meanings in their fine words and deeds.

First of all, we were talking about something that had a predetermined meaning for each other, or about monsters appearing near the Guild as unusual public stories, or about magic items made in the Empire, but where the topic became this martial arts tournament, Dusker gets to the point.

"Is it a martial arts competition? Actually, I'd like to ask you a favor about that."

"Hmm? If you think it's a favor from Uncle Larks Borderline, who came all the way from the Kingdom of Mireana, you can do it without hindrance. I don't necessarily get to hear your request, but let me hear it first."

"It helps. As a matter of fact, a few of the people I hired as escorts said they would definitely like to go to a martial arts competition. I was wondering if I could do something about it with the help of the Chancellor."

"... I see"

A glance at the words out of Dusker's mouth at the escort whose eyes stood sharply and silently behind Dusker, who until now held a light that could be said to be calm.

"I guess not all of them... Mind if I ask who exactly wants to compete?

"Yeah, no problem. First of all, Ray. No, it would be easier for the Chancellor to understand things like deep red."

Ray, whose name was called, gave a small salute towards Pache as he moved forward one step.

"It's Ray, Gilm's Adventurer."

To the word deep red, Pache's gaze is sharply directed toward Ray.

Apart from being in the position of Chancellor of the Bestian Empire, of course, Pache knew what it was like to be a deep red.

I also know that interviews from survivors who took part in the Spring War make things like their appearance and physique completely different from rumors.

But... Still, if you actually look at it, it's hard to think that this is the person who did so much damage to the Imperial Army in the war.

He is low in height and of such an age that he is not a child but cannot be said to be an adult.

Even in the face, I don't feel the awesomeness of an adventurer who's not very handsome and has an alias.

Naturally the person in front of me was the pache I knew in the information I had gathered in advance that it was a deep red, but still had to lean my neck if introduced in person in this way.

The fact that there was an elk next to Ray called the Axe of the Thunder God would also have applauded Pache's thoughts.

"Is the Lord deep red? I've heard rumors and heard reports from people who participated in the war... but if you look at them in person, you're honest."

Having heard Pache's words, Ray smiles with an unexpected look.

He was Ray, who had already given up half about his appearance, but still, he had somewhere to wish he'd said it head-on like this.

Pache eventually nods small and opens his mouth to see what he thought of Ray like that.

"Fine, take part in the Deep Red Martial Arts Games, and let Noh do his job responsibly."