Legend

At first, Ray didn't know what the tragist sitting in front of him was saying or what that meant.

It's not that I don't know what that word means.

I didn't know why you were telling me that.

I have already told him that my position is near the Kingdom of Mireana.

But why?

Ray wasn't the only one who thought so, as were the others on this scene.

The most upsetting of these is probably the Kingsguard Knights to escort the Tragists.

Naturally, the Kingsguard Knights consist of many of them of noble origin.

Some of them are from adventurers, but their numbers are extremely low.

This also means favouring the aristocracy, but so does the strength of the Kingsguard knight, but it also has the side that it requires courtesy.

Of course, when I say that I treat nobles preferentially, those who are only proud of their family or who try to get in with just Conne are rejected without question.

More than a certain… It also requires a high degree of strength, courtesy and loyalty to the royal family, due to its status as Kingsguard Knight. It was the Kingsguard who was made up of such people.

That's why the tragist spoke, it was incredible to make Ray an honorary nobleman.

"Your Majesty the Tragist, it..."

One of the Kingsguard knights is going to accidentally pinch his mouth, but the tragist's response to it is just a silent glance.

With that gaze turned, the Kingsguard knight, who said something, could not spin any more words.

It was common for ordinary people to acquire the status of a quasi nobleman as a knight in some way, and from there to acquire the status of the lowest of the nobility barons by putting in several more manners….

Of course, a knight to a baron is not that easy to name.

It will be more than ten years before the last person to be titled from knight to baron came out in that evidence.

So much so that there are tough walls to become aristocrats, but the tragists said they would give Count status.

As a Kingsguard knight with strong pride in being an aristocrat, it was not very but acceptable.

But if you ask me what I can do, I can't do anything.

If this were an ordinary person with no power whatsoever, it would also be possible to turn some hand behind it.

We naturally need to be cautious because we do something about the people the emperor's tragists are craving, but we can still do something about it.

But in this case, it's not just ordinary people.

No, maybe I'm not wrong in my capacity as an ordinary person because I'm not a nobleman, but I'm a high-ranking adventurer named Rank B Adventurer, and more than that, a deep red ray with a valiant name in the Bestian Empire.

It was obvious from Ray's actions so far that if he got his hands on the detour, he would eat a strong counterattack.

If we carry it well, we may be able to take it in the wind that Ray hostiled the Bestian Empire with it, but it is terribly unlikely that the ploy will work objectively.

Because Ray is close to people of both standing and strength, like Merclio and Theorem, Frizione and Angela.

If you behave badly, if your house could be crushed, you can't even get your hands on it.

If Ray's friendship is normal, he can also run around an inconsiderate aristocrat... but if he does that to his opponent, he will have a good chance of reaching the aristocrat who tried.

With that in mind, all the Kingsguard knights could do was pray for Ray to turn down suggestions from the tragists.

"That being said...... as I said earlier, I belong to the Kingdom of Mireana. I don't think it tastes good to get a title in the Bestian Empire without substantial interest."

"I see, maybe it does. … but why shoulder to shoulder against the kingdom of Mireana? This is a pure question, but isn't the Kingdom of Mireana a difficult place to live for your Lord?

The look on the face of the tragist was not something of a ruse, but purely questionable.

"Right. I won't deny that. But as I said earlier, I'm not particularly concerned about the neighborhood, beyond the fact that I'm based in Gilm, the border."

"... I really want to give you a title against the Lord. Despite what you're saying, you think you're gonna make a rejection?

"Yes, there is no such thing as loyalty or patriotism in the Kingdom of Mireana itself. But unfortunately, we can't accept the title if we may fight the people of the Guild or those with whom we are close."

It's a shame.

It was the voice of the tragist who groaned only in his mouth, but went into the ears of the wonders and those on the spot more than everyone had quietly listened to Ray and the exchange of the tragists.

That's why I can see that the whining is from the heart.

"I don't think so? Whatever I say, the Bestian Empire is well staffed. If you put the presence of me in it, wouldn't that distort the existence of the Ning Lo Vestia Empire?

"Distorted? That's fine. Stability is what everyone wants, but if you make a slight mistake, it becomes stagnant. And stagnation produces corruption. Like the waters of a weir-stopped river rot. Rather than that, it is always better for the Bestian Empire itself to keep changing. That's what the rest of us think, even if we don't, and that's why we've developed the Bestian Empire so far."

The words, which I tell you with a peek at my absolute pride in my own beliefs, don't even make me feel a slight shake.

(I see. This is the emperor of a great power called the Bestian Empire... no, I guess this is the kind of man that made the country so big)

Ray half-intuitively understands why a man named Tragist is demonstrating his presence in the future.

"I understand the story. But I still refuse to talk about the title."

If you give them a bad reply here about the maggot-color they can take, they might bend it.

Having so decided, Ray clearly carries on saying no.

"... you say no even if you ask for more from now on?

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir."

The tragist's gaze toward Ray is sharp, even floating swordswallowing colors.

I think if we do poorly, it could be a fight here, and yet Ray tells me clearly.

If I had left Mystering with the Empire, I might have had to compromise.

But the mystering is currently in the locked box and Ray has it, and he also has the key.

And most importantly, if in dispute, Ray has the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, which can also be called his wife's hand.

Unlike magic that cannot be used without a cane-like activator - death-size in the case of a ray - skills do not require a magic activator.

In other words, it was a strong attitude because there was a decision that I could do whatever I wanted with my strength if I had to.

Even when it comes to fighting here, only Theorem and Angela, and Kingsguard knights, are likely to be enemies.

Vihera is the most formidable enemy if you think militarily, but I didn't think Ray would be hostile in the course of this story.

The room is filled with tension and the air itself is illusory as if it drains your strength just by breathing.

It was the tragists who were creating that tension, but at the same time it was the tragists who broke that tension.

"Ha-ha-ha. I didn't expect you to say no even if you had more than that. I like it!"

Laughter enough to make me want to say what the tension-filled air was until a moment ago.

There is no such thing as a person who can say that to a tragist.

Listening to that laugh, the tragist opens his mouth again when he stops laughing at Ray, who thought he might have penetrated if there was noise.

"Well, I'm sure your main promise was that Theorem and Merclio would reward you with magic items."

It was a word that came out of the mouth of the tragist casually, but when I heard it, it was the two people whose names came out now who made me stretch my face for a moment.

I did use magic items as a reward, and I was supposed to hire Ray.

But that's only what Ray and Theorem, and those on the spot like Vihella and Elaine, know.

At least that's all I should have known of my current presence in the Bestian Empire.

And none of that has ever spoken of the matter against a tragist.

And for some reason, the tragist knew the story.

That meant that the hands of the information network held by the tragists were longer than expected.

The tragist noticed what was going on around him like that, but he goes on to say words to Ray, not to say anything in particular about it.

"Right, your Lord liked the rest. That word that you don't need a title, even if it's just a name. The power that only allows us to fight each other with noise at that young age. That kind of thing is creepy even if it's left over. … so let's give this"

Tell him so, and take the metal card out of his pocket.

The perimeter that sees it, it pulls your face back together again.

Not about the time I said earlier that I would give the title to Ray, but those who still saw the metal cards in the hands of the tragists had a stunned look on their face.

The tragist slides the cards of metal placed straight on the table towards Vihella.

The cards of metal received by Vihella remain in Ray's hands.

Having wondered from what was going on around him whether this metal card was a substitute for the rest of his life, Ray turned his gaze to the metal card in his hand, although for a moment he was unsure what to do, he could not translate it back beyond being a substitute given to him by the emperor.

"This is..."

As far as art is concerned, Ray is utterly untrained.

Still, I raise my admiration for the elaborate sculpture of the metal card in my hand.

I'm not carving any sights in particular. Nevertheless, intricate sculptures such as several overlapping curves and straight lines had given a conflicting impression of simplicity and sophistication to those who saw them at the same time.

And most importantly, the sentence 'This man is a friend of the Bestian Empire', which is carved into a card of metal.

"Friends of the Bestian Empire. He who shows his position. Remaining feelings...... will you take them?

I have left so far, I will not tolerate any further compromises.

Ray gets lost in the tragists telling him that in the dark.

Certainly a card of this metal would be better than an honorary aristocratic status.

If you are also an honorary nobleman, you need to publish it for domestic and international purposes, and then it will be difficult for Ray to return to the kingdom of Mireana.

It is certain that we will be able to turn a vigilant eye from the Kingdom of Mireana at least, and we will no longer be in an easy-going position like we have been before.

... Most importantly, having the alias Deep Red and making Griffon an obedient demon, Ray's name is far more widespread than he thinks. It is true that it is harder to move than before at that point, but the person did not have much of that awareness.

(What happens if I receive this? If used within the Kingdom of Mireana, it will certainly taste a lot worse. But unlike when you became a nobleman, you never hustle around......? Then if you keep this in your mysteries for a while...)

Having thought about it, Ray opens his mouth just in case.

"If I received a card for this metal, would it be published nationally and internationally?

On the words out of Ray's mouth, the tragist with a delightful look shook his neck sideways.

"Unlike the title, this is just personal. Therefore, I do not intend to publish it. If you want me to publish it, don't even think about it.

"No, if that's the case, I'd appreciate it."

Ray, who told him so and lowered his head, puts the metal card back on the table.

There was no reason for me to refuse that offer when I was told so far by a tragist, the emperor of the Bestian Empire.

Also, I was given a substitute that I didn't have to publish after understanding my position, so although I had some anxiety about receiving the care, I would end up receiving it.

"Mm-hmm. If you could just say that, it would have been worth it to have prepared this for the rest of us. Ha-ha-ha."

The delightful laughter of the tragist echoed into the room.

The laughter finally exhales the relief of the others who were in the room.

But Ray doesn't notice. That a card of that metal could be a huge bomb more than a title if it was bad.