Legend

It was a voice that sounded unexpected, but Ray and Asier didn't understand the meaning of the word at first.

That would be natural. Regardless of Ray, Asier is a maid of honor to see and is in the Baron Sisne family mansion.

I mean, you can tell just by looking at him as someone who serves the Baron Sisne family, unless there's much left to do.

But that voice I just heard was definitely telling me to hang out with myself tonight against Asier, not Ray.

(No, maybe you think of me as a woman?

I think maybe... Ray.

Ray's body is smaller than average and now wears a dragon robe, so his body can be seen as both a man and a woman.

... Although there is no one who would mistake Ray for a woman even if she took off her robe because Ray's body is not muscular enough to be seen and seen.

And most importantly, Ray's face under the hood is so neat that it can be described as a female face.

Given those things, there was also the possibility that I would consider Ray to be a woman adventurer - although Ray himself didn't want to admit it -.

But...... the gaze of the man who has been calling me is definitely towards Asier, not Ray.

As far as that gaze was concerned, it was certain that the current words were directed at Assier, not Ray.

"I'm sorry, nobleman. Is that telling me?

When Asier asks the aristocrat on the carriage, the aristocrat snorts arrogantly, not saying it's natural from the open window.

"Naturally. From what I've seen, are you the maid of honor in this house? Then you will obey my words."

Ray didn't understand the man's words to tell him grandiose.

Why should I obey the words of that nobleman if he is a maid of the Baron Sisne family?

Does Asier know what that means? and lay his gaze toward the acier, but the acier who was gazed toward is also leaning his neck in such a way that he doesn't know what it means.

(Officials of the Baron Cisne family... that doesn't seem like a reason. What are you so confident about?

I don't understand what the story is all about, Ray.

Asier likewise was wondering how to reply… more precisely, how to say no.

I was watching such an asier, a carriage escort and a thought knight open his mouth.

"Are you saying that the likeness of the Baron's maid cannot obey the orders of the next Lord of the Count Eriel family! Come here now!

I'm wearing metal armor in the snow, so I guess the cold is pretty good.

The knight leans toward Asier, frustrated and exposed.

... Yes. I mean, to Ray, who's on Asier's side.

That's why I can't even say a compelling reason, and the knight tries to reach out to Asier... naturally, the hand is stopped by Ray.

"Hey, are you insane?"

"You're an adventurer from what I've seen? You think you can just defy Master Keep? Get those filthy hands off me now. Then I'll miss you just this once."

Another knight, who was near the carriage, also nods and opens his mouth to the words of the knight who approached Asier.

"You think it's okay for the Baron House to go against the Count's? If you hadn't obeyed Master Keepsake's orders honestly, would this have been Baron Cisne's house? You think the owner of this house is gonna get annoyed? No matter how noisy this Baron family is. Ultimately, you will follow the life of the King's Earl of Eriel family."

"That's...... but that. I'm sorry, but in a woman like me, for someone like Master Keepsake, it's not very, but it doesn't deserve it. Can't you forgive me?

He was an assier who tells him to try to put something away, but the word results in exaggerating a man named Keep who is in the Ningro carriage.

"Don't be ridiculous! Are you going to tell me that the maid of honor of the Baron's house can't listen to my orders!?

Ray didn't know what stood in Asier's way that much, but Keepsake opened it so he could kick the carriage door open and go straight down to the ground.

At this time, Ray was finally able to see exactly what a person named Keep looked like.

I guess I can see it through the carriage window because it was about my face.

I guess it's right to describe it as a middle meat middle back... but a man in his mid-twenties or so with the impression that his whole body is relaxed.

I'm in that kind of physique that gives them the impression that I'm fat, even though I'm never fat.

I guess that's why I get the impression that I don't look like I've worked out my body at all and I can't say I'm sophisticated in my legs.

And I knew my face from the window of the carriage, but basically I could say it's beautiful.

But the atmosphere that looked down on him completely ruined his neat face.

"You guys, bring this guy in!

"Hey, wait a minute, Master Keep! Even if the title is the opponent below, it is a historical nobleman. Imitating to force that maid away will be a problem later!

One man jumps out of the carriage like he panicked.

A fat man to see.

It appeared to Ray's eyes that his age was a lot better than his keepsake because of his fat, but not so different from his keepsake if you look closely.

"Yeah, no, shut up, Furtos! You're saying you can't listen to my orders!

"So I didn't say that! If you're going to get that maid, you need to talk it through!

Full toss screaming as he wipes his sweat when he says it's snowing.

If you think about the behavior of the keep, you desperately plead that you need to stay here at all costs.

Nor would he have been moved by such flutos words, but the keepsake sounds his nose unpleasantly and then opens his mouth toward Asier.

"Bring the head of this house. I'll declare that you belong to me in no time."

He was an assistant treated as a thing, not a person, but he didn't seem to care about it.

As far as Ning Lo's current keepsake is concerned, if you bring Muet here, there will be extra noise, he said.

I need to get Keepsake home somehow, but I can't figure out a way to do that.

And... at the worst possible time, Muet turns to the surface.

"Asier, Ray, are you..."

That's all I said, the carriage stops in front of the house, and I notice the nobles and the people who started it.

What could not be overlooked was that the knights and the bums were entering the premises of Baron Sisne's mansion.

"I'm sorry, but who are you guys? At least I don't know you. [M] I don't think it would have been very praiseworthy of you to enter the premises of this house, do you?

There is no usual weakness in Muet's appearance to tell him grandiose.

Such a muet's attitude must have hindered the keepsake. Scream in frustration.

"Shut up, I'm Count Eriel's next owner! You're gonna give me orders!

"Was this from the Count Eriel family? I am the head of the Baron Cisne family and I say Muet."

Despite the obvious curse, Muet remains smiling.

Of course there is no reason to regret being scolded, but Count Eriel is a royalist nobleman, clearly more of a character than he is.

Even if it was the next one, not the main one, in front of us, it was certain that if we had problems here, we would have trouble later.

"Hmm, you are the poor baron of this mansion. Your maid did all kinds of rude imitations of me. It's just, well, I don't want to bother imitating a poor baron like you either. Give me the maid. Then I'll decide there was no such thing as this."

The power of my own house and a middle-aged man who looks weak in front of me.

Given its power relationship, the poor baron in front of him should surely have had to obey his orders.

Even if the other person was the head of the Baron's family and he was the next head.

That's why Keepsake assumed Muet would give himself the maid, even with a remorseful look on his face.

(He has a pretty good body. It'll be enough for tonight's opponent. When you're done, you can give it to the people below.)

I even had that thought and was pointing my gaze towards Asier...

"I refuse"

Muet tells in unexpected and resolute terms.

"Well, then hurry up, you ladies... what?

Bring him in.

That's what I tried to say. Keeping words stop on the way.

Keep it up for a few seconds, think about what you've been told now, and eventually when your understanding catches up with reality, you stare and scream at Muet with frustration and a bright red face.

"What are you doing?" Count Eriel, are you going to defy the house!?

"You're the one who's trying to force our maid away for no reason, against nothing, right? Then even I can't leave here."

"... okay? If your father finds out about this, it's bound to be a problem, right?

It was a keepsake to tell him to threaten, but Muet, who sheltered Asier behind his back, says resolutely.

"She is the one who serves my house. If you want from yourself and you want to go under you, you can't leave it to someone who imitates you forcefully."

You didn't think the title would defy the other person above you - even the next time you're in charge - Keepsake's face gets red with anger.

Fultos with the keepsake sees it and decides it's dangerous as it is.

Indeed, we have been sent to rub ourselves in this land and to use it as a reason for the Kings to get their hands on here.

But still, as it were, the problem could be too much bigger than we had assumed.

If it is a keepsake with blood on its head, it may command the knight to kill even those whose opponents are in the Baron's position.

The knight, moreover, is basically privileged to serve the Count family.

Even if the other person is the Baron, he will be able to handle it easily if he has the order to keep it.

In that case, there is no doubt that the Larks peripheral uncle, who governs the land, will also embark on it immediately.

If that happens, the royal nobility who ordered us to send ourselves here will cut ourselves off lightly.

(Tastes bad, tastes bad, tastes bad. We have to put this place away somehow. That, too, without bleeding...... what do we do? What am I supposed to do?

Furtos' head turns rapidly when he sees Keepsake still trying to give orders to the knight.

(Something... Anything? At the very least, it seems like you can kill someone...... yeah? Can I kill you? The opponent, as far as the mansion is concerned, as Master Keepsake has spoken, an obviously poor baron. It doesn't seem very physical from our Lord. If so!)

Having devised a way to break the status quo, Fultos whispers in his ear the moment he leaves it to his anger to try to open his mouth.

Muet, who looks at it, has a bad feeling but has to wait for the other person to come out.

Note that if anything, Ray, who was thinking of coming forward, is just silently watching what happens.

At the end of Fultos' story, Keepsake was grinning in a good mood as if it were a lie that he had turned his face bright red with anger until earlier.

"Fine, shall we do this? Me and you are a duel. Of course I don't mind hiring a surrogate. If only a poor baron like you had that kind of money. So if I win, I get the woman."

In the words, Muet's expression comes a bitter colour.

But that's when I see Ray nodding in the corner of my sight.

Take it. That duel brings an absolute relief to Muet's heart in the gaze that tells me to leave it to me.

At this time, the biggest misfortune for Keepsake and Furtos would have been not realizing it was Ray who was here.

Most importantly, I'm wearing a dragon robe with the effect of concealment hanging on it, and I don't hold the death size, which is also the symbol of Ray, let alone the griffon ceto, so I guess I couldn't help it.

"Let me ask you something, what will you do if I win?

To Muet's words, Keepsake puts a mockery in his mouth.

"What? What? You think a poor aristocrat like you can beat me? Ha ha. This is interesting. Then, yes... if you win, you can do half of the property owned by Count Eriel's house."

"... are you serious? Lord Keepsake is the next Lord, not the current Lord. I don't think you can decide that."

"No problem, there's nothing I can lose.... but you do. If you're that worried, tell the lord here to deal with it properly and legally before we duel. You got a problem with that?

"Ki, Master Keep!? Whatever it is..."

Furtos, watching the story go on beside him, screams like he panicked at the words coming out of the mouth of the keepsake.

Naturally. If it's a duel after having the Lords legally handle it, there's no way to delude it in case the hundreds of millions lose by one.

But like Furtos' haste, he invites the wrath of the keepsake.

"What the fuck, Furtos? Maybe you think I'm gonna lose? Don't worry, I'm the next owner of Count Eriel's house, okay? There would be no way to lose to such a poor baron.... right, I'll have trouble getting the story deluded later. Suppose we take the story to the lord now? You guys come too. I'm going to go talk to the lord.... Woman, I can't do it today, but when this duel is over, I'll make you plenty cute. Stay tuned."

A keepsake that tells you that because of your blood muscles, the title can never be beaten by the person below.

If anyone here knew in detail what was going on in the Guild, I would have told them to stop it for sure.

But the Keepsakes, the Furtos, and the Knights could not recognize that they had made a fatal mistake more than they could recognize Ray as Ray.