Legend

Appearing out of the crowd didn't seem like someone who was in a third prince faction considered to be a very rebel.

Of course I work out quite a bit, but the first impression Ray felt at first sight when he still interacted with a person named Obrisin is called 'Civilian'.

But that's only an impression of appearance, and the fitted sheath of the rapier hanging on his hips looks quite used in, and even in his footsteps, he seems to have quite a sense of it.

I have the strength to defend myself. That was what Ray felt when he eventually saw the man.

The person moves forward with a small grin.

Ray somehow anticipates a man's character for some human-conscious, conceited walk.

Aside from Ray, the absence of an insulting color in the gaze directed at him from the Third Prince also makes him half understand what the man is in.

"Tiyur? You've been expecting me to show up at this time for a while, haven't you?

Count Obrisin, who was near Ray, heard him squeal, and Ray still nods inside.

Surely, given the good timing of this, it would be helpful to be told that I was anticipating my turn.

The man, called the Tiyur, opens his mouth with an unpleasant look on the words of Count Obrisin.

"Gurgust, you still seem to like a ruthless imitation. As if to break the silence of this moonlighting night."

"Hey, as usual, what you're saying is pointlessly tricky."

If we only heard the words, we could call each other a thorny exchange. But there was such a thing as insecurity between the close ones.

Two people who are far apart at their age, but they were still all there to serve Vihera... or because of their experience that they still serve today.

Either way, after such an exchange, Tiyul turns his gaze toward Ray.

What comes to mind in those eyes is Count Obrisin… No, it's not a cheap thing like when you were dealing with Gurgasto, it's a light to identify the person.

Ray was a little frowned upon for seeing him and suddenly being turned such a gaze early on, but if you think about what you think you are in this Bestian Empire, you can only be convinced of that too.

"You're Ray... deep red. Seems a little different from what I was hearing..."

Whimpering, Tiyur turned his gaze toward Theorem, but the only thing that came back was the act of nodding small.

"Definitely, huh? Well, if you think you're doing well with Gurgasto in the first place, you're certainly not a side-by-side adventurer..."

While convinced, Ray turns his gaze toward Theorem to Tiyur's words, which have something to include somewhere.

"So, what about this guy?

"Oh. He..."

Yes, when Theorem opens his mouth to explain about Tiyur, Tiyur himself tries to block it and raise his voice.

Hands wide open, and tricks as if he had also become an actor in theatre.

"I am Viscount Tiyur Boogle. The one who was once deprived of his soul by the Vihella and of his presence."

To that word out of Tiyur's mouth, Ray stops moving for a moment.

They took my soul. I thought you might have used some sort of magic contract for that word.

But in the dialogue that followed, Ray learns that it was a matter of concern.

Ray opens his mouth with a frigid look on Tiyul, who talks all the time.

"So, what are you after all?

"That's why I told you. He said he was distracted by the presence of Master Vihella."

"No, so... ha. Theoreme."

I can't go on like this for long. When Ray, who so decides, asks Theorem, he also opens his mouth with a thin grin on Ray's current exchange with Tiyur.

"Right. There used to be a second imperialist when Master Vihella was still in this country, but he was a central figure there. Of the Bunwu, he is in charge of the sentence. By the way, the man in charge of the martial arts is the Count of Obrisin there. In fact, we owe our strength to the roots of Tiyur, besides the Third Prince, Vihella."

"Ho."

Ray shouts surprise at Theorem's words.

Indeed, when it comes to force, there will only be some power. You can tell that by looking at things like the waist and the atmosphere.

But I was entrusted with the sentence... which means that if I were to be the person in charge of internal affairs, the story would be different.

Just because I'm not good at the work of that hand, for Ray, a person named Tiyul seemed like a pretty beneficial person.

But...

(You have a problem with your eyes looking at me. Well, I can generally predict why)

2nd Royalist...... I mean, the person who was one of Vihera's men. What's more, you probably know the thought that Vihela has of herself when someone openly declares that she's distracted herself.

Ray was lost for a moment wondering what was going on, but it was Tiyur who opened his mouth first.

"Well, then let me show you to your tent"

I did come out saying that I would guide you to the tent, so it's not strange to utter that word.

But still, Teolame, who knows how to lean against Vihera, couldn't have left Tiyur to Ray so easily.

I leave Ray's guide to me poorly, and Tiyul gives Ray a strange little, and this position is burned down as a result. Because when it happens like that, you can't even see it.

Because you said you stood as a third prince, and that could be completely pointless.

Tiyul, of course, who has served as the head of the civil service under Vihella. I don't expect to imitate it so badly, but it's also true that if you think about your inclination towards Vihella, you can never say it's safe.

Tiyur smiles and opens his mouth to Theorem, who thinks that way.

"Don't worry. I don't imitate anything indiscriminately. I just want to talk to him for a second."

I look at the look on Tiyur's face, who nods small and tells me, and sees that there is no negative emotional color in his gaze, and Theorem nods.

"Okay. Then ask for guidance."

"Oh, I'll take care of it. I'll show you through all this!

Telling him that with a big gesture, Tiyur comes to Ray's side passing beside Gurgasto.

"Come on, let's go. I'm gonna be more on the edge of the position than I have your griffon, okay?

"I guess. There's nothing wrong with that area."

Deciding that Tiyur's opinion would be more natural than taking Griffon's Ceto, Ray stays behind the scene.

As Theorem seemed somewhat worried, he grinned that Ciance was as faceless as usual, that Gurgasto was getting interesting, and that many soldiers were speechless, each dropping them off.

Minutes after I broke up with Theorem and the others. Ray and Tiyur move each other silently inside the position.

Seto, who proceeded beside such a ray, now remained silent without making any particular noise.

Probably because it's moving towards the edge of the position, as I said earlier. There are hardly any soldiers around but lookouts, and occasionally I just hear sleeping words from the tent that seem to belong to soldiers.

It was a silent line through the brilliant downpouring moonlight, but Tiyur accidentally opens his mouth.

"Deep red...... no, can I call you Ray?

"Call me whichever you like"

"Then with Ray.... So, Ray. I've heard and heard from Theorem about your relationship with Lady Vihella."

"... I see"

Were you still sending that sharp gaze in that relationship? Ray puts a convincing look on Tiyur's words.

"You know what my position is because I already asked Theorem, right?

Nodding back at Tiyur's words, his gaze opens his mouth as he looks sharply at Ray again.

"So can I assume you also understand that naturally I am intoxicated by Master Vihella?

"Given my previous attitude. Well, mostly. He said so himself."

Even considering interacting with Theorem, it was clear that the person in front of him was heartbroken against Vihera. And I have no doubt about that more than I've just spoken of admitting it myself.

(And am I the one who thinks of Vihera?... hopefully it won't be a hassle)

Turn your gaze toward Seto walking nearby and think so.

It is true that there are thoughts that as long as there is a presence called Ceto, there will be no strange imitation. But what if the person in front of you has so much blood on his head that he doesn't even know that?

Now it looks sober, but if that's the result of passing the state of flushing angry hair...

I think that way, but as far as Ray's eyes are concerned, it doesn't look that way, it just seems normally calm.

"... what's going on? So cautious...... oh! Are you worried I won't attack you? That's okay. I'm not gonna do that right now, not at all."

"Now, hey..."

I mean, I might do that if there's any reason.

I couldn't be relieved as Ray unless I knew something about it.

There was something to feel about Ray's attitude like that, Tiyul spins his words as he exposes himself to the falling moonlight.

"I don't find it very interesting that you are the one in love with Master Vihella... if I may be honest with you. But in my case I do admire Master Vihella wholeheartedly, but that is not Master Vihella as a woman. I'm attracted to the very existence of Vihella."

"The way I put it, it sounds like Vihera's not attracted to women."

"I'm not kidding!

That was Ray who told him half jokingly, but what came back was an immediate denial that I wouldn't put down for a moment.

With a sharper gaze than earlier, Tiyur's mouth opens as he stares at Ray.

"To me, Master Vihella is simply a being distracted by its existence. But that's not by any means unattractive as a heterosexual. In the first place, I think you know best that Master Vihella has a very neat face?

"Well, you sure are"

To Tiyur's words, Ray returns the words as he agrees.

Vihera, with her aggressive beauty, would affirm that she would be attractive if she were most men first, although she would have a taste for men as well.

I'm pretty sure it has all that beauty.

"Anyway, as someone who is intoxicated by that Vihella, I'm going to show you who you are in acting together."

Hearing words coming out of Tiyur's mouth, Ray's eyebrows move slightly.

Let me look at it, not identify it. That is, because I felt it was tantamount to just looking and declaring that I would not do anything in the end.

"That's a long time. I was wondering if they'd tell me if I deserved to be Vihella."

"... it's also true that there are more aspects to that than I personally don't have good feelings for you. But I don't think Vihella would be attracted to such a man."

Tiyul with that look on his face, as if the sun were heard rising from the west and setting to the east.

Regardless of how drunk I am about Vihera, I think there are actually a lot of things wrong with Vihera. It was Ray thinking inside out that way, but I silence him by deciding that even if I say that on this occasion, I will just be stubborn.

To such a ray, Tiyur opens his mouth with some playful trick, as usual, of flashing his hands wide straight next to each other.

"Whatever, as far as I'm concerned, I just hope you're the one who deserves Vihella. Don't let me down."

Tiyul, who tells him so, gracefully graces himself in the moonlight.

A courtesy that one in a position of Viscount does not seem to have an attitude towards a single adventurer.

But if I tried to make it Tiyur, this whole thing was an expression of my expectations for Ray, and it also meant that I would not forgive him if something disappointed him against Vihera.

……

that each other silently send their gaze to each other, dozens of seconds.

Eventually it was Tiyur who broke that silence.

"Well, that's where you should rest soon. Look, you're gonna see it over there, right? It's a spare tent that was reserved for those who couldn't make it to the place where they were collecting supplies or had a sudden visitor like this one. It's the same material as a common tent, so I don't think it means you can't sleep."

That being said, at the end of Tiyur's pointed gaze, there were certainly several tents like those used by the soldiers in general.

I guess all of that is a spare tent.

"Shall we go into more detail tomorrow morning? Her Royal Highness Vihera is asleep at the heart... and there's something about Lord Merclio."

"Merclio? That was definitely the name of the third prince, wasn't it?

"Right.... Well, you'd be asking Theorem about that area, too, wouldn't you? You'll find out more tomorrow. Well, then it's time for me to sleep, or my sensibilities will be affected, so if you'll excuse me."

That's what I told him, and Ray, who was looking at Tiyur's back as he left, squeals unexpectedly.

"... Sensitivity?

Why do sensibilities come up where you would say that if it were normal, it would be bad for your skin or your head wouldn't work? Even though I thought so, I headed into the tent for now.