Legend

Cloudy weather covered the sky, and in the cold not strange whenever it snowed, a row of rays to hunt for Gamelion had left the Guild before proceeding by carriage towards the Devil's Forest.

"You have quite a few people"

One of the former guerrilla men whines as he looks out the window from inside the boxcarriage.

Ahead of that gaze is a couple of pairs of adventurer parties.

Some are partying with close to ten people from places such as three people with small numbers.

Most importantly, the Rays also have three men with Johanna as Ray, Lent, and former guerrillas, for a total of six.

Furthermore, there are times when Seto is present, which is definitely the case if you think of it as a number of people.

… there is more than enough power, not just the number of people.

Lent in the back of the carriage opens his mouth to such a man.

"Ray figured out that the reason Gamelion was low this year was because it was in the dungeon."

"Hey, Lent. I'm telling you, you're not sure yet, are you?

"It's not like that. In fact, I'm talking about the party I've been hunting for in the last few days that I've been able to run into Gamelion, and I'm talking about how many of them I've defeated. If you think about it, maybe you can assume that what Ray said in the guild is a hit."

"Grrrrrrrr!"

I guess I was glad Ray was complimented even outside the carriage. Seto walking next to the carriage sounds his throat happily.

There is no way that Johanna can keep her mouth shut about such a seth, and she turns her gaze toward Seth, who is outside the window, like wanting to stroke her.

As usual, everyone in the boxcarriage had a warm gaze at Johanna.

Everyone but Johanna and Lent understood that Lent's gaze toward Johanna was extremely hot among them.

"Hey! Time for you to take turns!?

A small drawer opened that was ready to converse with your podium, and one of the former guerrilla men called inside, shaking his body.

Naturally, the man remains exposed to this cold, beyond being on the steering platform of a horse.

I don't care how much you're wearing cold gear from the top of your protective gear, if other faces outweigh the cold in the boxcarriage, I guess the story is different.

Two other men gave that word an unpleasant look.

Needless to say, Ray is the best fighter in the field, and we're in a position to get our help.

Johanna can watch Seto. I don't think she'll do the one who has to be careful with the horse's movements in the current situation.

Lent is the person who brought this story and won't want to leave Johanna.

In that case, there will really be one of the two remaining people heading to your seat.

It was two men who were interacting with each other with their gaze, but eventually one man sighs and rises.

The fact that the man who remained in the carriage was more relieved must have been settled in some way by the exchange of sights.

"Okay. Then I'll take turns. Come back here."

"Bad, helpful"

Such an exchange of words, and the man goes out through the door that leads to your table.

Dropping it off, Ray turns his gaze somewhere frightened to Lent.

(You wouldn't have to choose Shura's path for anything)

From what Ray saw, it was clear that Johanna didn't hate Lent.

But it's just that I don't hate it, and it's never a favor between a man and a woman.

If you have a favor, it would be against a friend.

Also, in case Johanna and Lent stuck together, it was certain they would struggle if they thought of Seto's favorite Johanna personality.

(Yeah, but Johanna's home was a pretty big chamber of commerce. Because if you stick with Johanna, you're gonna be a guy called Reverse Ball? That's what I was after... isn't it?)

When it comes to targeting Johanna for money, too much Lent has a hot gaze against Johanna.

How many people see Lent like that and think he is looking for gold?

Though thinking that way, the carriage goes straight to the meadow where Gamelion appears every year.

"I knew there were a lot of people"

"That's why I told you on the way here in the carriage, right? There's a lot of talk about Ray, and even more so, there's a lot of guys here hunting for Gamelions."

Lent returns his words as he gets out of the carriage to the grunt of a former guerrilla man.

In the meadows, where Gamelion is said to appear often every year, it was seen that many groups of parties were active in the distance.

Those who were on their way here, besides the Rays, were left behind because of the carriage.

Also, in spite of the fact that by the time we got here we were past many sets of parties, this is how many parties were already searching around for gamelions in the meadows.

Originally, when it comes to gamelion hunting, it is necessary to bring the kind of luggage.

Otherwise, because I can't carry the gamelion I hunted.

In that respect, Ray's line of cooperation with Ray, who can use the item box, was very advantageous.

"Well, in the meantime, I'll be with Seto looking for Gamelion from the sky. If you find him, you can come back here and let me know, okay?

"Ah? Oh, yeah. It would help if you did."

Lent, who was watching the opportunity to speak to Johanna, answers that to Ray's words.

By the time he arrived on this meadow, Lent had tried to talk to Johanna more than once, but in the end he could hardly find the opportunity.

No, should I say we fought well because we had a conversation even a few times.

(I don't care what you think, they're bad for you)

Johanna's gaze is directed at Seto, not Lent.

It's Johanna obsessed with Seto that way, so it often means Lent is listening unintentionally even when he tries to talk to her.

"Grrrrrrrr?"

What's the matter with you? and stroke Seto's head ringing his throat, opening his mouth.

"Nothing. I'm gonna go find Gamelion, so help me out."

"Gru!"

I'll take care of it! And Ray, spreading across Seto's back, joyfully throbbing, slaps Seto's back gently through Johanna as she turns her envious gaze.

"Okay, please."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!"

Barking high at Ray's words, he wings with a few steps of aid, and runs up the sky to go.

Not only do the Johannas... but the other adventurers gaze at how Seto is doing.

However, what is in that gaze is not the kind of expectation, but the unfortunate, sad, envious, jealous, such gaze.

Most importantly, you can take that for granted.

Because only Ray and Seto can find Gamelion's place from above, which is overwhelmingly advantageous.

Furthermore, many people come to this place to hunt for gamelions, so naturally many people are eager to gather information about gamelions.

In other words, we also know that Ray has defeated a large number of Gamelions in the dungeon, obtained their bodies and deposited them in the Alliance.

Why are you here again when you said you hunted a lot of gamelions?

It would be natural to think of it that way.

"Ma, it's a strength battle in the end, so I guess that means Lent's head turned that he brought me a story. I wouldn't have cooperated without that cheese."

Ray squeaks over Seto's back, even as he feels the gaze being directed at him.

"Grrrrrrrr?"

"No, it's nothing. Look, let's find Gamelion."

What's the matter with you? And Ray's gaze is pointed downwards as he strokes Seto as he leans his neck.

Even though it was already winter, there was abundant grass growing as if the season had nothing to do with it, creating meadows.

Ray asks for the appearance of Gamelion as he looks over the richly grassy ground.

Some gamelions are already in battle with adventurers, but there's no way they can get their hands on gamelions in battle, looking for gamelions that haven't made contact with adventurers yet.

"Try this, I guess I blamed the dungeon for the lack of gamelion this year"

From above, we can see quite a few gamelions.

It's not very much, but it's not a sight that I could hardly find when I came looking for Gamelion.

"So it's going to be gamelion season?... Well, I'm pretty sure it's going to snow soon, then hunting gamelions will be hard with the cold and stuff"

"Gru."

When Ray is squealing, Seto inadvertently rings his throat.

After such Seto's gaze, Ray notices one gamelion round the woods in the meadows.

Are you asleep, hiding so you can't find it, or is there any other intention?

I didn't know why, but the important thing is that no one has found that gamelion yet.

(It's just that even if you're pretty far away, sleeping in the midst of a lot of gamelions fighting adventurers around you... are you diagrammatically fat, or is that all you're confident in your power)

If you are a gamelion confident in your power, maybe Lent and the others alone are in danger.

It was Ray who for a moment wondered if he would teach about that gamelion, but it was the Lents who ended up deciding whether or not to hunt, and the role Ray was required to play is the discovery of the gamelion.

Most importantly, Lent is no stranger to the others anyway.

If it was really dangerous, I could have helped.

"Shall we go back then? Thanks for telling me where Gamelion is, Seto."

"Grrrrrrrr!"

As Ray strokes his back with his words of gratitude, Seto joyfully rings his throat and returns to the carriage.

I didn't fly particularly far because I found Gamelion as far up as I flew a little.

Return to the ground and you will arrive at the carriage as soon as possible.

"Ah, Mr. Ray. How'd it go? Being back so early means you found Gamelion, right?

To the words of one of the former guerrilla men, Ray nods.

Seeing it, the others raise their voices with joy.

... but Johanna couldn't help but stroke Seto.

"There's a forest a long way from here to the west, and one of the gamelions is round in that forest. I don't know if he's asleep, but from what I've seen from the top, it didn't look like any other adventurer found him."

"Well, let's do that. If you're asleep, you can set up an unintentional strike, and let's go before the other adventurers find you!

In the words of Johanna, who is essentially the leader of this party, the gamelion to be targeted was decided.

Ray is completely reconnaissance personnel and out of party this time, so I'm not going to say anything to Johanna's judgment.

Except if it is obviously a wrong decision, because there was no particular objection in this case.

(In fact, it's possible that he's just asleep... in which case, it's true that this one's in his favor)

Ray nodded, then quickly try to move towards those in the woods...... stop moving to Lent's voice.

"Wait a minute. What are we gonna do with the carriage if we all go? Sure, there are other adventurers out there, and I don't think there's some idiot who thinks about stealing a carriage even though there's Ray, but still doesn't he need a lookout just in case? It's not like a goblin or a monster isn't coming."

Turn your gaze to the carriage we've been riding, if everyone says so.

The carriage that the guerrillas received as a reward for civil unrest will never perform well.

Of course, it is not something like it breaks right after riding, but the quality is a little above average, inside, etc.

That's not just the carriage body, it's the same even if it's a horse carrying a carriage.

If you are a rigorously trained military horse, the degree of goblin can be fine to step on and kill.

But the horse carrying the carriage that Ray and the others rode is not a military horse.

It wouldn't be strange to escape if Goblin attacked you.

... but I have the guts to get used to Griffon's Ceto on my journey from the Bestian Empire to Gilm.

Still, if you do poorly, you could go somewhere with every carriage.

"Right, then... Seto, can you ask?

"Gru!"

To Ray's word, leave it to me! and a throat-beating ceto.

Those who watched it are certain of the safety of the carriage at this point.

If there was someone who had a griffon but hung a little on the carriage, that could also be called a brave man in a way.

... although he is a brave man proud of his barbarity.

Either way, the carriage is left to Seto and the other faces proceed to the woods while Ray guides them.

Keep walking for about twenty minutes. I can finally see the forest of destination.

"There... oh, my God"

Looking at the woods, he hears the battle noise, and Ray shakes his neck small and sideways.

"Apparently it was a slow leg...... Yikes!

Don't talk to the end, take something that flew out of the woods.

I guess I didn't beat him up or dodge him because something of it looked like a person.

"... doesn't sound like it's too late."

Stunned, he shrugged like that as he lowered the rat beast man and the small man to the ground.