Legend

It was Ray who broke the silence that spread only a few seconds inside the reception room.

"Right. It's nice to see Basrello's arm, but for once, this was supposed to be a nomination request, right?

"Oh, of course. It's not a day in a row like last year, it's just today, so the rewards can't be that high..."

Muet that makes it a little hard to say.

Ray also understood that there was no financial room in this house.

On top of that, if it were just a request today, the amount would be even smaller.

But to such a muet, Ray shakes his neck to the side.

"I don't want money as a reward. Can I get this dried fruit instead? I've never eaten dried fruit that suits herbal tea before."

I guess the words out of Ray's mouth were extra surprising. Not just Muet, but the maid Asier, who refrains behind it, also gives a startling look.

"Um, okay? I don't know what to say, but that dry fruit doesn't mean I bought something else for sale, it's handmade by Asier..."

Ray smiles and opens his mouth to Muet, who turns his gaze to the Assier behind him and asks.

"Oh. Honestly, I was surprised to eat this dried fruit. Normally, dried fruit can look really bad, but this remains bright in color. Isn't this how it doesn't work when you just make it normal?

"Sure. The dried fruit is made using a method that passes to Asier's house. Perhaps we could call it our specialty."

"No, sir. I'm nothing special..."

Asier dyes her cheeks red and squeaks lightly at Muet, who praises her in such a way as letting go.

"Honestly, I think I can sell these dried fruits if I want to. Maybe Seto will be happy to eat."

If the reputation of Seto is spread, it will definitely sell.

But Asier shakes his neck to the side unfortunately for such Ray's words.

"This dried fruit is not something you can make that many. Oh, of course that means I can sell it, and I have enough to eat in this house or give it to Mr. Ray."

Ray nodded contentedly at Asier's words, once again turning his gaze toward Muet.

"What do you think?

"No, as far as I'm concerned, that would help... are you sure?

Seeing who you tell to confirm, Ray worries about the future of this house for the goodness of Muet's people.

Because of its most such character, it must have come to Gilm, where there is little rivalry between the nobles.

"Oh, I want you to leave it to me.... So, Basrello, do you want to do it fast?

"Yes! I'll show Mr. Ray what I've accomplished this past year! The place is...... in the courtyard, please. Because I always train there."

Basrello shouted happily at Ray's words, and Muet, who saw it, narrowed his eyes happily.

It's usually because I realized my son, who was polite, had a strong admiration for Ray.

The age-like attitude of his age was something he was happy to see for a father with an overdone son.

"Then let me show you to the courtyard, Mr. Ray. Boy, get ready."

"I'll have it ready in a minute!

Basrello leaves the room in a hurry and Asier leads Ray to the garden.

"Well, how far can Basrello go against you, Ray? Honestly, I don't really like cold."

Looking out the window in the reception room, it was still snowing, albeit slightly, there.

I didn't really like the cold, as the word goes, Muet, but still leaves the reception room behind to see with that eye how much my son has grown and heads to the courtyard.

"Gru?"

What happened to welcoming Ray, Asier and Muet to the courtyard? and it was ceto tilting his neck and throat.

The snow that is falling right now is not that powerful, but it still builds up to about 10 cm thanks to the continuous descent from the day before.

On such a pile of snow, Seto was playing with rolling, enjoying the feeling of trampling the snow, and trying to stick his face in the snow.

I put my face in that place, so Seto would naturally wonder, too.

"Seto, let me use this place for a little while. My Basrello will play a mock fight with you, Ray."

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

See for yourself too! and rings to Muet's words, lying a little farther apart.

It was Seto, who slept dignified on the snow, but probably because he was a griffon. Doesn't look cold at all.

They were two Muet and Asier, who looked a little worried and turned their gaze to Seto, but they must have finally relieved themselves to see that Seto didn't care at all. Stay in conversation and wait for Basrello to come.

That's how minutes go by...... eventually Basrello shows up in the courtyard with the footsteps running down the hallway.

I guess what I'm wearing was still thinking about Basrello's lack of strength. It's not metal armor, it's leather armor made from monster leather.

It was understandable from Ray's eyes that it was lightweight and had some defense.

"Please!

With a long sword - but made to match Basrello's body - in his hand, bow his head.

In contrast to such a basrello, Ray takes Tsu's spear out of Mystering.

The original Ray weapon is a death size, but the death size, which weighs over 100 kg without passing through magic, was determined to be too dangerous in a simulated battle with Basrello.

Of course, spears and sickles are naturally not user-friendly.

Still, sometimes it was a long-pattern weapon, and the spear was more used to it than using a long sword.

Ray and Basrello face each other in a garden with light snow.

Muet and Asier stare at the two of them, and Seto stares silently.

……

Silence filled the courtyard as we waited for each other.

Ray is waiting for Basrello to attack.

Basrello doesn't know how to attack Ray, so he's lost.

Such silence lasts for a few minutes, and eventually Ray opens his mouth.

"What's up? You're not gonna call me? Aren't you going to show me the strength you've gained this past year?

Everything from the tip tip tip to the patterned part tells with a dark green monochromatic spear, gently shaking the tip with the meaning to provoke.

Having heard Ray's words and seen the tip of the swinging spear, Basrello kicks the ground and fills the distance from Ray.

However much Seto is playing in the courtyard and being stepped on, snow is snow.

That speed really slows down compared to when you normally kick the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey!

A long sword that is swung down into pieces with the voice of temper.

Naturally, the long sword has a blade on it, and if it hits, it will cause great injury.

But Basrello didn't think his offense would hit Ray, and he was actually right.

... although the dragon robe Ray is wearing couldn't be helped if the blow Basrello fires hit him.

Read the trajectory of a long sword that is swung down against you and gently stick out Tsu's spear.

The blade of the long sword that hits the tip of the ear is deflected from its trajectory with only minimal force and swings down to the snowy ground without plundering into the ray.

"Huh?"

"That was a shame."

Deep green eartips were poked in front of Basrello, who shrugged like he didn't know what had happened.

After deviating from the cutting edge of the long sword, he used the momentum of Basrello's unleashed blow to move the spear and stick his tip in front of his eyes.

But the movement was too smooth, and I couldn't understand what had happened to Muet and Asier, who were watching from the outside.

"... Hey, Asier. You see what just happened?

"No. If I thought Mr. Ray's spear had moved, I could only see that at some point the boy was off the offense"

"After all? I guess this is where the strength of an aliased Rank B adventurer is."

At the end of the gaze of Muet and Asier, who are in conversation that way, Basrello releases his long sword towards Ray again.

A long sword wielded wide by a horizontal giraffe slashed and tore Ray's torso straight with its blade...

"Sweet"

A swinging tsu spear blow again plays the long sword.

The next blow is played by the power of Ray instead of killing momentum and inflicting an attack, as he did earlier.

A tall metal sound echoing around proved how powerful Ray's swinging blow was.

Basrello's power prevents him from carrying his current blow, and the long sword he was holding dances into the sky.

The long sword falling as it rotated stops the movement as it pierces the snow.

"I said sweet...... but the blow was pretty good now. It's just a little reflection that you're waving a long sword with only the power of your arm. You should use lower back rotation in addition to the force of your arm, especially when launching a lateral giraffe blow. That way you can increase the power of a single blow."

"Yes!"

"What do we do? Are we done? Your hands are paralyzed, aren't they?

Ask Basrello, who has replied well, to try.

Basrello, however, shook his head beside Ray's words.

"No, I'll still do it!

"Right. Then let's hang out a little longer. Pick up your weapons."

"Yes!"

Basrello pulls out a long sword pierced by snow and sets up his weapon towards Ray again.

Keep stuffing the time, little by little, and kill the rest of the distance at once as soon as you think the time has clogged enough.

What Ray has is a tsu spear.... that time was naturally wider than a long sword and it was easy to attack from outside Basrello's time.

But still, Ray waits for Basrello to attack.

In the first place, this is not a battle Ray has to win, but to see how strong Basrello has gotten in the past year.

My samurai serial attack, wielded against me.

From Ray's eyes, of course, it is rough and can be traced until you move on to the next attack, poking at any number of gaps.

Still, if you think you can do your first combat training and make a series of attacks to this point in a year, the talent of combat in Basrello is by no means small. But...

While avoiding a series of attacks that are launched, he accidentally fires a blow that snaps up with a stone poke of Tsu's spear.

The stepped foot was stoned and Basrello fell on the spot.

Watching the snow-painted basrello, Ray shook his neck sideways with Tsu's spear on his shoulder.

"You did say that last year, didn't you? In your case, your feet tend to be neglected. You can stretch your strengths, but you also need to fix your weaknesses, okay?

To Ray's words, Basrello opens his mouth as he rises in momentum.

"Yes! Excuse me. Again, please!

"Okay, come on"

From that one word, the battle begins again.

Even Basrello waves a long sword toward Ray, but that blade never reaches Ray's body.

All attacks are evaded, bounced and diverted by Tsu's spear.

It's been about twenty minutes... eventually Basrello's breath got rough and his body's movement was so dull that he wouldn't be able to move any further.

"Okay, shall we end up around here"

"Ha, ha, ha... Yes, thank you"

Ray nods again and opens his mouth to greet him with his breath out.

"There were lots of useless places, but there were enough good places. I'm pretty sure Basrello has talent. Just because you're talented, if you miss your daily training, you'll be plucked out by other guys in no time. If you don't want to be, don't miss your daily training."

"Yes! I get it!

You must have decided the battle was over with that one word. Muet opens his mouth.

"Well, should we get inside the mansion? If you stay in the snow forever, you'll catch a cold. Asier, prepare warm tea. And, Ray, will you wrap the dry fruit that pays you?

"Yes, immediately"

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

"Pfft, you're right. Let's get some dried fruit up in Ceto."

I guess I found the word dried fruit delicious. Muet says so with a grin at Seto's circular gaze, "Give it to me too."

To that word, Seto sounds his throat with joy.

With such an exchange, the Rays enter the mansion.

After about an hour while we were talking about each other's recent developments in the mansion, it was time for Muetto to get back to work and Basrello fell asleep with intensely moving tiredness.

For this reason, Ray will be returning and will come to the front door while Asier drops him off.

"Here you go, Mr. Ray. It's the dry fruit you promised. I made it, I'm afraid."

"No, it was delicious, so I'm happy for you."

Tell him so, receive a cage containing the received dried fruit and store it in the misting.

"Well, I'm here to get Seto..."

I'm coming. That's what I tried to say, just then.

"Wow, woman. You're a pretty good woman. I'll make you my opponent tonight, so be happy."

Such a voice echoed from behind... the carriage stopping outside the gate.