Legend

"Guh!"

Screaming, one man falls to the ground.

The woman watching it squeaks like a shudder.

"Ha, I didn't know you were really coming to the night raid, as Ray worried. Well, it looks like it was today's raid, not yesterday, because of the delay in getting the numbers together. I know you don't want to fight Ray, but still too honest. Besides, they're less skilled at striking."

"No, no, you're not as good as they say. You're gonna stand up pretty good, aren't you? Well, still, it's tough to deal with Noon or Fron, like Rank D equivalent."

This one too. Dwarves squeaking with huge hammers in their hands.

Several figures had also fallen under the foot of that dwarf.

"Ha, rank D or whatever, but if you get hit with the ground shaking hammer Brasso has, oh, that won't do anything about it. It's better this way..."

When Fron turned his gaze towards another in the middle of the words, he heard footsteps approaching someone as if he had just been waiting for the timing.

It's already dark around, a little early to say midnight...... but still the brightness is only a magic item of light in the mansion and an empty moon.

It would be an ideal environment for the snow to stop and the wind not to be that strong in providing an escort.

It was a familiar face that showed up to break the darkness of such a night.

He's one of those adventurers that Ray knows.

"Mr. Fron, there are three intruders over here. All successfully captured."

"Don't do it inside. I was expecting Ray to have that kind of arm at the moment."

Coming out of Fron's mouth is definitely a compliment.

But the man who receives the compliment gives a subtly unpleasant look.

"Um, sure, we were entrusted with this escort job in Mr. Ray's introduction, but still, you have trouble expecting a power out of common sense like Mr. Ray's, don't you?

I can't be left alone with Ray's kind of presence.

The gaze of a man who speaks such thoughts is directed towards Fron and Brasso.

Ray asked us to escort him, but before that, he spoke to the two of us in front of him.

That would mean putting more trust in these two than in ourselves.

I'm sorry to be with Ray, but I was still a little jealous of the two people Ray trusted more than we were.

You must have noticed the man's gaze. Fron tilts his neck and opens his mouth.

"What's up?

"Oh, no, it's nothing. More than that... I didn't think you were really going to launch a raid."

"Right. Well, you can't retreat to retreat over there either. Ray told you, didn't he? What they bet on the duel."

Brasso opens his mouth with a grumpy nose at the words coming out of Fron's mouth.

"Huh, they're typical idiot aristocrats. Looking at Ray with his own eyes, I guess he couldn't spot that strength. So I finally found out what Ray was like, and I'm getting my hands on him in the spot, so all I can say is incompetence."

There are obvious thorns in Brasso's words because he was interrupted in his life of soaking alcohol.

But I'm also pretty sure the word is true.

"If you understood what Mr. Ray was like, I think you should cancel the duel itself. How many laws have been processed, so what if we had an agreement?

"Right. However, in that case, the nobility...... was it the Earl of Aeriel's house? It takes the form of the nobleman being crushed in the face. You surrendered completely to someone lower in rank than yourself."

"It's Count Eriel's house. … Nooko, is it? Sure, as a nobleman, Fumiko would be important, but I think losing face is still less damaging than dealing with Mr. Ray."

Fron and Brasso snort at the words... but it is also true that this is how they are attacking at night because that is unbearable.

"What about these stunned people?

"Right, capture it for once. I don't know if these guys are the hands of that Earl of Eriel family, but if they are, they can be used to negotiate after the duel. If you're not part of Count Eriel's family, you might be able to trace it from your employer."

That's what Fron told him, turning a cold gaze at the assassin who was falling to the ground unconscious.

"I'm kidding!

A fist waved with anger plays a cup on the desk.

Made of glass, it was a very pricey cup that the common man could not handle, but the next moment it fell to the floor and cracked.

Even when I saw it, the person who screamed...... Keepsake was turning toward Fultos in front of him without his frustration ever subsiding, and his angry burning gaze.

"I tried to assassinate the poor baron according to your suggestion... and that the result is total annihilation!? And what do you mean, most of them were captured alive! Some of them have connections to me, even though they're thin!

"Don't worry about that one. I don't think it's going to be as tiring for Master Keepsake.... But I didn't expect to get my escorts together this soon either.... I'm sorry"

"I'm not asking you to apologize! I'm telling you to do something about the status quo!

It's the anxiety that's floating in the look of the keepsake yelling toward the bowing frutos.

I knew how powerful a person named Ray was, so I understood what the current situation was.

It was the raid on Baron Cisne's house, which made it look like theft, that was carried out as a hand in the synagogue in an attempt to do something about the status quo, which can even be described as desperate.

If you can't beat Ray, it was done trying to do something about Big Book, who is also the opponent of the duel.

But the result is exactly what Keepsake is saying right now.

"What do you want me to do! Besides, he said it was a festival!? Uncle Neighborhood, what are you thinking?

The keepsake is mad, another reason.

That's what Dusker, the lord, declared this morning.

That is, a festival that takes place in three days' time.

The highlight of that festival, which takes place on this duel, was naturally a duel.

With so many eyes, it's like painting mud on your parents' face if a man, the next head of the Count Eriel family, is also going to be like the throne losing to his opponent below.

Furthermore, half of the property of the Earl of Eriel family will be lost.

No matter how hard you look at it, you will be sure to be truncated by your father, who is the current lord.

No, if you do poorly, you may be slashed away in a literal sense, not just cut off.

For a keeper who has absolute confidence in his own blood muscles, that could never be forgiven.

"What do we do...... what do we do? By and large, isn't it some mistake for a guy like that Ray to be so strong?

He asks toward Furtos with a glimmer of hope, but what is back is a denial that shakes his neck sideways.

"I've done a lot of research, too, thinking maybe...... but it seems to be an unmistakable fact that Ray is strong. We also have testimony from those who participated in the war in the spring."

"Ha, the mindset is adventurous. Aren't we just trying to make ourselves look a little louder and spreading the rumors a lot?

It was a keepsake to tell him that what he wanted to believe was true, but Furtos shook his neck beside it, too.

"I also turned my hand to knights serving the Larks Borderline Uncle and gathered information. That rumor is an unmistakable fact... no, on the contrary, it could be underestimated"

"Well, what am I supposed to do... wait. I see Ray is strong. Still, after all, he's an adventurer, but you can't go wrong, can you?

Two, you come up with something, there's a light of hope in the eyes of the keepsake.

Furtos nods small even though he has a subtly unpleasant feeling about his own husband like that.

"Yes, you may be hired by Larks Borderline Uncle as you did during the Spring War, but that doesn't mean you work for Larks Borderline Uncle"

"... huh? Then the mindset is adventurous. If you bless him with a little money, he'll hear our orders. Hmm, right. For God's sake, you can let a guy like that Ray serve as my direct attendant. He's a guy with the alias Deep Red. It would be somewhat useful. Besides, you're turning Griffon into an obedient demon, aren't you? That looks good, too."

I guess you think of yourself who could have followed Seto and Ray. There is a satisfying grin on the mouth of the keepsake.

Wasn't Fultus watching that a good idea for a keepsake opinion? Unexpectedly impressed.

Bringing enemies to your side is a used means, but it is often used because it works and is therefore used up.

If the keepsake comes up well, it will be a good opportunity for a one-shot reversal.

However, where the two keepers and Fultos had no doubt at all that Ray would serve the nobility, there was a huge pitfall.

Ray himself has basically no fondness for nobility.

Except for Elaine, Dasker, and a few other nobles.

Therefore, I guess I couldn't even know what Ray thought of the nobility by rumors.

... It is also true that during the Spring War, the hands of Ray have caused the aristocratic nobles to be caught on the verge of dying.

"Right. Sure, that's a good idea. If it works, we might even be able to make them lose over there in a duel."

"I see. Then you don't have to hire people, maybe I can go to a duel. That way, without labor, I get the honor of defeating an adventurer with an alias."

Though it should be said to be for the calculation of raccoons not taken altogether, the keeper himself does not doubt that his measures will always succeed.

He said it would be only an adventurous treatment because he could serve himself, the next head of the Count Eriel family.

Make sure Fultos is not as good as he keeps, and it is unlikely that this measure will work.

"Master Keep, I was just wondering if I should stop going to the duel. I don't know what to say, but as Master Keep says, they're adventurers. It doesn't necessarily mean you're seriously attacking me because of some mistake."

"Really?... right. Right. The opponent is an adventurer. Isn't that something that makes sense or something?"

If the inhabitants of Gilm listen, you don't! And whining the words that were about to be screamed, the keepsake turns his gaze toward Furtos and nods back.

"Okay. If it's going to be settled with some money, that would be good. You can get that woman like Asier, and you can get an adventurer with an alias.... right, you just have to give him a few gold coins"

"Gold coin, is it? Isn't that a little too little? The opponent is an adventurer with an alias in his mid-teens. White gold coins are better..."

"You want me to give in to adventurer style, that much?

I guess I didn't care what Fultos said. Keepsake's words bring an unpleasant colour.

Watch such a keepsake and immediately bow your head full toss.

I have understood over the years that they are prone to eclampsia, so I was accustomed to dealing with it.

"I don't even know what it feels like to be a keeper, but by showing a huge measure here, wouldn't Ray also have a deep loyalty to the keeper?

"Yeah? The breadth of the metric...... the breadth of the metric. Hmm, right. Surely you can understand my greatness if you think so much about adventurer style. I see. Okay."

I guess you liked the word breadth of the metric. The keepsake laughs satisfactorily as a lie the unpleasantness a few seconds ago and opens his mouth.

"All right, that's fine with the terms. Turn your hands around quickly."

"Yes, immediately"

Furtos quickly bows his head as he rocks his cheeks and jaw meat.

Finishing dinner, Ray was watching two demonic stones at the wheat pavilion at dusk.

In its hands are the Orga Demon Stone obtained when attacking the dungeon and the Ordinary Gamelion Demon Stone.

Neither, it's a substitute we haven't absorbed yet.

But... Ray's eyes don't seem very happy to see that.

"Whatever Gamelion's Demon Stone is, you only have a slightly unpleasant feeling about Auga's Demon Stone."

I shrug remembering someone who was obviously smaller and weaker than a regular orga.

Even absorbing demon stones could weaken them if they were demon stones from weak opponents? That's what I thought.

I am absorbing the demonic stones of weak monsters like goblins, but in this case I was concerned that they were demonic stones of weak individuals among a species called Auga.

Looking at the demonic stone I had in my hand as I lay down in bed, wondering what was going on...... the sound of the door of the room being knocked inadvertently sounds.

"Excuse me. Mr. Ray, may I have a word with you? I need to talk to you."

To such a voice heard from outside the door, while leaning her neck, Ray pulls the demon stone back into the misting and gets out of bed, wearing a dragon robe taken from the misting and heads towards the door.