Legend

After resigning from the Lords' Hall, Ray headed with Seto to the Baron Sisne family.

That's how I told him about the need for an escort, and he probably remembered his conversation with the Keep. Muet agrees to hire an escort immediately.

I guess it's to protect my son and my maid. He was a Baron Cisne family who couldn't afford money, but still prepared some reward.

However, the escort is in a hurry. I can't make it if I'm making a request to the guild now and sticking it out......

Therefore, Ray was to look for that member as a request not to pass the guild.

Ray, entrusted with the escort, quickly heads to the guild.

It's a request not to go through the guild, so I guess it's all kinds of unsavory to be a candidate for an escort in the guild.

But it was also true that it is the guild… more precisely the guild's tavern, which brings together the most adventurers at this time of year.

And when he arrives at the guild, Ray breaks up with Seto in front of the guild, as usual, and enters the guild.

What was spreading among the guilds were, naturally, fewer people's guilds and, contrary to that, more people's taverns.

For once, Ray turned his gaze toward the Alliance, but those there were very unarmed.

No, I guess you have more strength than average than you are an adventurer in a guild, but not as skilled as Ray wants you to be.

Turn your gaze toward the counter, but rarely did you see Lenora or Kenny.

Ray, who had hardly spoken to any other receptionist, thought it pointless to hear the skill of the adventurer here at the guild, turning his gaze to the tavern... his gaze stops in one place.

At the end of Ray's gaze was the Dwarf, who was in a good mood and drinking, and the woman who was reaching out to the dishes on her plate as she looked at such a Dwarf in a daze.

Those two were familiar figures to Ray.

When I rubbed with the Azot Chamber of Commerce before, the two of us acted together.

The Dwarf man is Brasso, the human woman is Fron. Rank C Party, two crushed warriors.

"You're in luck.... No, I don't"

Originally Brasso is an extreme liquor lover, and now winter.

Until spring, most adventurers will often take a long vacation and naturally liquor-loving Brasso will roll out to the tavern.

I mean, finding Brasso in the tavern was a natural accomplishment.

Head straight for the tavern and get to the seats where Brasso and Fron sit.

"Yeah? Who is it? On your own...... Isn't that Ray? It's been a long time since I've seen you like this."

Fron tells in the same masculine tone.

I guess Brasso noticed Ray, too, after seeing how Fluoron was doing like that. Open your mouth in an upbeat mood with a red face.

"Ah? Ray?... Oh, really Ray. It's been a long time."

"Long time no see. Actually, I just wanted to ask you two for a job..."

As he turned his gaze toward Brasso as he spoke, he immediately shook his head to the side.

I can drink whatever I want around the corner, so Ray knew right away that I wanted to tell him to stay out of the way.

"As for Brasso, no... What about Fron?

"Me? Well, I do have some free time... but Ray's job to bring, it's definitely a tough one, isn't it?

"I don't think it's hard... I want you to work as an escort for four days from today."

To Ray's words, Fron reveals a slightly surprising look.

I guess I didn't think the word escort would come out of Ray's mouth.

From previous experience, I assumed that Ray's request to come out of his mouth was like a crusade.

Most importantly, it is true that Ray likes to take crusade requests in relation to collecting demonic stones, so Fron is never wrong.

"Hmm. Escort, huh? Let me tell you more."

I guess Ray's words sparked some interest, though. Fron asks that when he returns the dried meat he had to the plate at the table.

While relieved by the interest, Ray talks about what happened yesterday.

The minute I hear about you setting up a duel to forcefully get the Assier in there, a blood vessel floats on Fron's forehead.

Fron is also a woman. I could immediately understand what a typical noble keepsake in a bad way would be willing to do if I got an asier.

... Note that a few adventurers who saw such a flon at a table nearby were shrinking like lies until a few minutes ago, but Flon doesn't notice it at all - or ignores it, even if he does - opens his mouth.

"I see, that's why Ray's acting for the duel.... And what's the man thinking about half the Earl's estate or something? Are you an idiot? There is absolutely no battle because it's a battle you can win. If you're an idiot who can't get a woman without power, maybe so."

"I guess. Whatever. You realize it's time for me to be who I am. Then I'll decide it's almost impossible to beat me in a duel. And the next thing I know, I'm going to..."

"Let the duel itself be called off,"

"That's right. I wonder, for example, if all those who draw the blood of Baron Cisne's house will die."

With that said, I guess Fron also understood who Ray was talking about as an escort. With a fierce grin on his mouth, he nods back.

"Nice, I want to beat you up watching an arrogant nobleman. It's a shame you can't beat up the nobleman himself, but you can't hope you can beat up his men.... Hey, Brasso. You were listening. You come too."

"Wait. Why are they taking you to Noon? I thought we were talking about you doing this place alone!?

Outside the heart, Brasso screams a glass of ale in his hand.

But is the word weaker than usual because it is still being pushed by the power of Fron?

In the first place, Fron likes to move his body.

Try to be such a flon and it's very stressful during a time of winter when you only have about as much training to do.

Even if you are drinking in a liquor store like this, your desire to move your body is strong.

Out of Ray's mouth in such a situation is a typical virtuous nobleman who is trying to take away a woman by wearing power on a casket.

This couldn't have kept Fron from straining.

"As for the detailed reward, go to Baron Cisne's and ask. Perhaps it will be paid out of the wealth that the other side pays as a price for the duel, except for the advance. It's just that you guys aren't big enough. I'll stop by someplace else and try to get people together.... Do you know Baron Cisne's house?

"Oh, no problem. We have quite a chance to show our faces in the aristocracy. I generally understand, and anything you need to talk to an adventurer on guard would be fine. And I know a few people about the numbers, so I'll talk to you through it."

"Right. Then I asked for it."

That's what I told him, and Ray, who took his seat, heads outside.

Having dropped off such a ray, Fron forced Brasso, who was clinging to the table wanting to drink here, even in the wild, to head to the inn to find out his gear.

Leaving the guild, Ray was on his way with Seto to his destination through a path previously heard from Johanna.

Walking from the guild, about thirty minutes.

While it is snowing, the house, which is finally visible, has the correct size to describe as a mansion in one way or another.

There was also a stables in the garden, near which several carriages were hung with cloth and snow on them.

"... can I leave you outside?

It was Ray whining as he watched the carriage, but I'm immediately convinced.

Even if there's a cabin, the carriage can't be there.

It was clear that even a house the size of which could certainly be called a mansion, there was no cabin the size of a cabin that would simply keep the carriages of all those living here.

Still, all the horses are in the stables, I guess that's how big the stables were.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr?"

Seto looks around the mansion at Ray's grunt, and when he looks at the stables, he turns his circular eyes toward Ray.

The horse, who was carrying the carriage used by the former guerrillas and their associates on the move, was accustomed to Seto for a long time on the journey.

At first, Seto was scared just to get close, but by the time he arrived in Gilm, even if he was walking right next door, he didn't seem to move at all.

So I guess the horses are good friends for Seto.

Understanding what such a ceto expects, Ray nods and then lightly slaps Ceto's back.

Dropping off Seto heading for the stables, Ray knocks lightly at the mansion door.

Then a few seconds. Eventually someone runs in footsteps and the door opens.

"Yes, yes, who is it?... Are you sure you're Ray?

Face out the door was one that Ray also looked familiar with.

Except it's not the former guerrillas, it's their family.

"I've got some errands to run... how well do you have all the faces of the former guerrillas?

"Huh? Uh, I'm almost there. Wait a minute, please. Sergio, Mr. Ray's here.

A woman's voice echoing inside the mansion.

Listening to that voice, I see the woman.

I'm in my late teens and would be older than Ray.

As you can see from his attitude to Ray, he has a much brighter personality.

Many former guerrilla officials are in awe of Ray.

Compared to these people, we can call it a very friendly attitude.

... Most importantly, considering the many things Ray has done, it's more normal there.

"Well, it'll be cold out there for now, and please come inside."

"Oh, that would help.... Nevertheless, you rented a very large mansion."

Pay for the snow before entering the mansion and exchanging words with the woman.

It's a mansion as big as you can see from Ray's mouth.

That's the size that wouldn't be strange to have in an aristocratic neighborhood.

It just never seems like a new building, but rather old from Ray's eyes.

"Right. It seems Johanna's negotiating power and the power of money."

"... isn't that Johanna there? I... I don't know if Seto's coming."

"Yes. You left fully equipped to fight natural enemies for anything, right?

What came to Ray's mind with that word was naturally what Mileyne looked like.

Mileyne, behind Ray's brain, was no less fully armed than Johanna.

(Killing each other... hopefully not something like that)

Mileyne's long sword and Johanna's spear. Sergio shows up from behind the mansion, wishing them well imagining when those two bump into each other.

"Mr. Ray, why are you here? No, you're welcome to visit."

"I need to ask you a favor. How many guys can you move now?

"Right now? Well, as you can see, a lot of guys don't have anything to do with snow, so you can collect the numbers there."

"Right. Well, why don't you do some escort work?

"Escort......? No way, Mr. Ray's?

Sergio tells you without hiding the emotion that it's impossible.

I don't think Ray needs an escort, and if Ray really needs an escort, we can't do anything about it.

Ray shook his neck sideways to see that look and understand what he was thinking.

"It's not my escort. He's an escort to a nobleman I know."

"Do you know Ray? Does that mean Mr. Ray isn't enough?

"What do you think? You can do it if you want, but I want to focus on the duel."

"... duel? Mr. Ray did?

The first time Sergio was asked what was going on here, he was just stunned by the way things were going.

"I can't believe I'm challenging Mr. Ray to a duel... nothing but a brave man"

"Well, brave men are brave men, even in a barbaric sense,"

I've been interrupting the story, and this is Deetz, a former guerrilla squad who's Ray's known face again.

"Long time no see, Mr. Ray. Sounds like you're back in the Guild early, getting into trouble."

"There are a lot of things going on here. More like I told you why. The escort, will you please ask me? I don't think you have to worry about the reward."

"... Well, it's like Mr. Ray decided to win at the time of the duel. Ok. There won't be any reason for all of them, but I'll talk to the face that's left now. So do you mind if Fumiko is the only one who wants to participate?

I can't force my people to do it because it's Ray's favor, who is also a benefactor.

Ray also nods back at Sergio, who tells him that way.

I thought about hiring a former guerrilla face for this escort because I can trust him, but that doesn't mean he has to be definitely there.

Because it was thought that there would be no shortage of manpower beyond what Fron had told us earlier.

"Well, you'll be listening to me soon.... What about Dietz?

"Me? Of course I've decided to join you. He said he'd get paid properly."

He grinned and Dietz told him so.