Legend

The day after the duel was decided, Ray's room at the wheat pavilion at dusk also had the appearance of Lent, not just Ray.

I brought cheese, which is also a reward for gamelion hunting, but what is now floating on that bearded face is not the nothingness that the secret cheese I am making in my own house has disappeared from hand, if not the reassuring look that the gamelion hunting has been successfully completed...

"Huh? Duel with you? By who?"

"You're at Count Eriel's house. It's just that he's not the representative, or the nobleman who's the greatest keeper in this guild, but the agent he hired. I represent the Baron Cisne family."

"... how did that happen again?

"A guy named Count Eriel's Keepsake tried to pull it off hard because he liked Baron Cisne's maid of honor. So, when Baron Cisne stopped it, he decided to settle it in a duel."

"What the hell. What's that keepsake guy thinking?

Lent squeaks like he doesn't understand from the bottom of his mind.

Naturally. Because whoever hears it is totally a keepsake, and I just think he tried to force the maid away by letting the power say something.

"Come on? But you definitely seem confident you're going to win. If I lost, I'd transfer half of Count Eriel's estate to Baron Cisne, and I'd make paperwork in front of Master Dusker, legally formatting it."

"... the man, are you insane? You're dealing with Ray, aren't you? We're gonna lose half our fortune for sure, aren't we?

Lent tilting his neck and asking.

Naturally. I don't see anyone in this guild right now wanting to fight Ray by cutting him in the front.

No, it's a guild where a lot of adventurers get together. Maybe someone would like to try and fight Ray, but I still didn't think I could beat Ray against him.

"Ma, I don't know what they're thinking over there, but still, as far as I'm concerned, they just fight. I don't care any more... we won't have time until the day of the duel."

"When's the duel?

"Yeah? It's after noon in four days."

"... the other nobleman, you're totally done. I can't believe you're stronger than Ray in this guild right now..."

He won't be there. That's what I said, Lent, but it bothers me right away.

"No... it's winter now. A lot of Rank A adventurers who are usually out there are also back. Some of them have aliases, and if you hire an arm like that..."

Then maybe Ray and I can fight each other. That's what I thought, Lent, but I immediately shake my head to the side.

Sure, if you're a Rank A adventurer, it's unclear whether you'll win or lose eventually, but you'll still have enough strength to fight Ray.

But in this case, fighting Ray would mean taking sides with the bad nobleman who tried to take the maid away.

Ray and... More precisely, it didn't seem to Lent that there would be anyone who would work with Ray, the owner of Seto, until he had bad feelings for the inhabitants of Gilm.

"I don't care who they have for me, I'll just deal with it. Of course I'm not willing to lose at all."

Ray tells you with a smile that makes you feel confident.

Lent, who was watching it, whines inside that it would be.

"Anyway, it's strange that everything is suddenly like this... you're liked by the commotion you make. Honestly, I just feel like I'm being liked or cursed."

"Really?

To Lent's words, Ray recalls a number of disturbances that have occurred since he came to Gilm.

Starting with the Oak settlement thing, so did Elaine and I headed to the dungeon, the Azot Chamber of Commerce thing, the Devil's Fever thing.

Other than that, I've been caught up in countless other disturbances, or I've moved on from myself to get caught up in them, so I did like them, I love them... and even when they told me I was cursed, I had to convince them.

"Still, I'm pretty happy with that. And because of all that commotion, I was able to get such superb cheese and stuff."

Touch the cheese placed on the table and store it in the misting.

Lent, watching it, was looking up at the ceiling with a subtle look on his face.

For Lent, I guess the thought is strong as to whether what I asked Ray to do would be one of those disturbances.

"Right, why don't you invite me around Johanna to see the duel? As far as watching what you say and do about that keepsake, you're probably going to rally people around because you're going to be decisively showing off my losses and taking the assiers without letting anyone complain. Besides, from yesterday's exchange, it sounds like Master Dusker is after it."

"And Master Dusker? Hmm, I see. That sure sounds interesting. Then invite Johanna... hey, Ray. You think Johanna's into duels or something? Johanna was originally one of your men in the first place, so naturally she should know your strength in a way that is no more. I mean, if you try Johanna, you'll see a complete victory."

Nothing is more boring than the battle you see winning and losing.

To Lent, who tells him that way, Ray opens his mouth as he looks out the window where it's snowing.

"In Johanna's case, aren't you coming for Ceto, not my fight?

"Oh, I see!

That was unexpected, Lent screaming small.

Most……

"Wait a minute. There's Seto, and maybe a lot of people coming together... maybe Miraine's coming too?

When he gets to that possibility, Lent's expression is stained with despair.

Johanna and Mileyne. The fact that the two women who love Seto together are not close enough to say that the two men are not lined up is that Lent, who was there when we first met, is stained.

"Ma, maybe they'll come. However, if you want to go out with Johanna, you can't remove Ceto, and if you can't remove Ceto, naturally you can't remove Miraine, who adores that Ceto."

"That's... yes..."

There are no disputable elements in Ray's words.

Johanna, Seto and Mileyne. It was clear that these two and one would undoubtedly stay on edge until later.

Aside from whether that's bad luck or not.

"Besides, I think there's probably a bet that it's going to be a duel or something, and the stall's going to open a store. Wouldn't it feel like a winter festival? Why don't you and Johanna enjoy a festival like that?

"Festival, huh? If you think about it, it sounds good."

"Right? What kind of snow festival is this?"

"Snow festival, hey. It's a little unusual to use troublesome snow as a reason for a festival."

"It might be interesting to try to create a snow statue without stone statue and compete for the goodness of it."

What was behind Ray's words was his memory when he was in Japan.

The snow festival was held every year in only snowy areas, although not nearly as much as it was shown on TV.

I remember being excited to be a part of it.

"Well, it's snowing quite a bit now... and that's because it's snowing as much as what it was that wasn't snowing before this. In that sense, I don't even know what Ray's trying to say. Why don't you tell me you're closer to Master Dusker than you are to me?

"... right, then it's quick. I'll be there in a minute. What are you gonna do?

If you're going with me, maybe the lord of Gilm will remember my face. It was a word he uttered with that meaning in mind, but Lent shook his neck to the side.

"No, I have some business to attend to..."

Ray smiles nymphomaniacally as he was convinced, guessing the reason for the caged mouth.

"Right. Well, it's gonna be hard to turn Johanna around, but good luck with that."

"What's happening!? Why is there no one to represent me?

With a frustrating caged scream, the keepsake waves loudly.

At that time, the cup placed on the desk is bounced by hand, and the hot wine that was inside is zeroed onto the carpet against the wall.

Behind one of the evening wheat pavilions, which can be described as soothing, this one had a frustrating caged atmosphere.

Fultos, who brought the report, is turning his face bright blue.

It's not that I'm afraid to be the subject of the seizure of the keep...

Of course there is, but I'm afraid I won't find a proxy for the duel that will take place in four days.

To be more precise, they take responsibility for losing and losing half of the property of Count Eriel's family.

Initially Fultos also remembered some anxiety, but thought he would soon find a proxy for the duel.

The Keepsake is the next head of the Count Eriel family belonging to the Kings, the largest faction among the kingdoms of Mireana.

The influence of the Neutralists in their home Guild is not that high, but they are nevertheless unmistakable opponents if they try to be general adventurers.... and Fultos, Keepsake, and the knights of my men all thought.

"That poor aristocrat is coming out with a weak man as an escort, isn't he?... If no one gets together, I'm sure we'll leave it up to you, okay?

Tell as the keepsake turns his gaze to the knights.

The knights are a heartfelt proximity to the keepsake. I didn't want to hurt you in the unlikely event of a duel, but if no one was coming, I had no choice.

"I'll take care of it! Stupid people who defy Master Keepsake, this I am!

"No, I am the sword of the Keeper to slash and tear apart those who stand in his way."

"I will pierce those who will avenge the Keeper with my spear."

The knights also say so with a confident grin that they do not think they will lose at all.

The only person in this room, slightly but uneasy, was Furtos.

(As these people put it, that escort didn't seem to have any muscles on his back or his body. If so, you can definitely win first. But... what's this anxiety that's still in my mind? I hope whoever releases it to get information will gather it well.)

Furtos thinks as he looks at the keeps and knights who are scatterly disparaging Ray, who will be fighting in a duel.

"Excuse me!

That was the time. The man who changed his blood phase jumped into the room without even knocking.

"Hih,... oh, my God, you idiot! What are you thinking about jumping into the room where I am without even knocking!

It was a screaming keepsake for a moment, but soon he blushes into his ugliness and yells at the man who has turned his shame into anger and jumped into the room.

The man was brought in as a chore when the keepsake was sent to Gilm.

And he is also one of those who Furtos had sent all over the city to gather information on Ray.

"Dear Keep, I'm sorry. I let this person go all over the city to find out what the dueling lad was like... Hey, you. Give me some common sense! What are you doing in the room where Master Keep is... yeah? Hey, what's up?

It was a yelling Fultos, but I notice the face of the man jumping into the room being terribly nervous.

I also thought it was because I or Keepsake scolded me, but the degree of tension is too strong for that.

The man takes a deep breath to calm himself and opens his tease.

"I checked the man Master Fultos told me to look into... I've got a name"

"Huh? Were you only able to find out about your name? You, that's too incompetent."

Keepsake exposes his frustration at the word that only he could tell the name.

But Furtos knows what a man is capable of.

I don't think this guy who does anything will come back just to get the other guy's name.

This means that the name means something…

"Who?"

"... Ray, and"

The moment he hears the name, Furtos becomes aware that blood rapidly draws away from his face.

Because naturally the name sounded familiar to me, beyond being a resident of the Kingdom of Mireana.

As a servant of nobility, it was a natural task to gather information about the country.

And among the information gathered, naturally, there is also a person who has gained fame due to some circumstances.

Yes, like someone who, for example, determines the victory or loss of a war that took place in the spring by himself and uses Griffon, a Rank A monster, as his obedience.

"Furtos, what's up? What's wrong with you just because you found out that kid's name?

Keepsake, who is only interested in himself, apparently didn't hear Ray's name at all, and he looks suspiciously at Fultos, who suddenly stopped moving.

I guess the other knights didn't sound familiar with the name Ray as well. He was turning his worried gaze towards Furtos.

Under the gaze of such a keepsake, Furtos opens his mouth shaking the flesh on its cheeks.

"Deep Red."