Legend

Ray, familiar to the voice heard from the wheat pavilion at dusk, leaves the snowman intact and heads over there.

Seto will follow behind such a ray for granted.

Ray moves on without knowing it or looking particularly concerned...... eventually the carriage stopping in front of the wheat pavilion at dusk enters his eyes.

That was clearly not the same as a normal carriage, even in a carriage.

The body of the carriage is carved with exquisite decorations, and the parts of the carriage are also made from carefully selected materials.

Ray didn't know what kind of material that was, but he still understood that just looking at it was different from a regular carriage.

(That looks like the carriage of a magic item Elaine is riding in. And horses too......)

Ray turns his gaze toward the horse pulling it from the carriage.

It's definitely a horse there, but it's not just a horse. Obviously a horse-shaped monster.

That's pretty high ranked, too.

In fact, even if I look at Seto on Ray's side, I don't see him on the table looking alert but frightened.

There were several servant-like people near the carriage, which undoubtedly seemed like unmistakable proof that the voices heard earlier were those of Ray's anticipated figure. And...

"Mm, were you here? I thought you were in the inn."

That being said, it was still Ray's expected figure who showed up from inside the wheat pavilion at dusk.

Despite the girl whose age still does not reach the age of ten, there is a clear colour of intelligence in her eyes.

Basrello, also the son of the Baron Sisne family, was also wise at his age, although the girl in front of him was clearly of a higher intelligence, even though she was younger than Basrello.

Blurring green hair, the girl smiles happily when she confirms Ray and Seto's appearance.

"Um, the Kings are getting pretty busy right now with the story that the Lord and the others have been active... they seem to be doing well all the same and above all"

"Marca......?

Marca nods back satisfactorily when she mouths the name of the person she looks familiar to.

"Mm-hmm. He didn't seem to forget about the concubine. Above all!

Marca Quento, this girl who looks like a sloppy word.

Make him the only daughter of the Duke of Quent, known among the Kings as Heavy Town, the next Duke of Quent.

A premature genius who uses the magic of three attributes: wind, earth and light and is rumored to be the person responsible for the magic of the next generation of the kingdom of Mireana.

Someone who had visited Gilm before and had been close to Ray at that time.

"Long time no see, Mr. Ray"

It was the man with the grin who showed up from behind such a marca.

Even from Ray's eyes, someone you can tell is strong just by looking at him.

Former Rank A Adventurer Magic Swordsman, Coran.

It emits a good atmosphere per capita, but its strength is very high as Marca's escort.

I was originally a Rank A Adventurer, but half of me...... no, I am intoxicated by a third of Marca who is not alive and would even stand up to the Dragon if it was to protect Marca.

... but Marca is very capable of being a wizard herself, and yes, she doesn't need an escort.

"Even Koan... what the hell are you doing..."

The only thing that comes to mind to Ray, the successor to the Duke of Quent, who is also a key figure of the Kings, for reasons that come as far as Gilm in the snow, is the duel between the Earl of Eriel and Baron Sisne families, which took place a few weeks ago with Zeros… more precisely.

In the winter months, Langa has already traveled to Count Eriel's territory with the knights and soldiers of the escort in order to receive half of the wealth bet by the keeper on that duel.

Why is Langa the captain of the guard? I was Ray with the question, but if Langa was told he was one of Dusker's bellies, I'd have to convince him.

"Hmm. Sure. The concubine arrived just as the Lord had expected.... Now, do you mind if we talk about that area?

The innocent smile that was floating around when I reunited with Ray and Seto disappeared, and what is floating in Marca today is the look the next Duke deserves.

To that look, Ray nods back, too.

"What about the place? You don't want the other guy to ask you, and you can have my room, okay?... not that wide."

"Is that Ray's room? Hmm, worry about being eavesdropped on?

"You can assume that's not basically the case in this inn, and if anyone's eavesdropping, it's not hard to detect. And Koan's gonna be there, right?

"Mm-hmm. That would be nice.... Pull the carriage out of the way. The concubine needs to talk to Ray for a while. Stand by in the inn, except for Koan. The dining room at this inn is not about the delicious food, and the lords are tired because they came to Gilm in the winter force and then went straight to the lord's hall and stayed here. Get some rest."

Marka's words are deeply greeted by the deacon and his companions and thinkers who were near the carriage.

What was in its eyes was the colour of gratitude and apprehension, sending a trusted gaze to Koan.

Even Ray can see what that means.

If there is an imminent crisis on Marka's part, I guess it means thank you.

"That's why, General. I want both of us to rest in the dining room for a while. I apologize for the noise and the amount of food I eat."

Though the Duke's Warrant said she had arrived, the inside hand over five pieces of gold from the cloth bag Marca received from Koan to Lana, who had no surprise in her expression anyway.

Five gold coins would have been totally unexpected for Lana as well. Open your mouth towards Marca like you panicked.

"Ma'am, this is too much"

But towards Lana like that, Marca smiles and shakes her neck to the side.

"This is a nuisance fee. This time, my concubines came and annoyed me. Besides, as a Duke of Quento, this is a natural amount. Think I'll get a concubine's face here, and you can have it."

It was Lana who was lost for a moment in Marka's words, but if the aristocrats also said this, they would have thought it would be horny to turn it down.

I greet Marca deeply.

"Okay. Now, let me serve you something that will satisfy you."

"Um, please.... So, Ray. Ask for guidance."

Ray, prompted by Marca, strokes Seto's head and urges him to return to the stables, entering the inn.

Those who offered Marka a surprise look at Seto's return to the stables even if he did not say so.

(So, why are you looking so good at it?)

Put your chest up. Ray puts a penetration inside Mileyne, who is telling her attitude that Seto is amazing.

I haven't shown so much surprise when the Duchess Warrant arrives, not because I'm used to Miraine's own nobility... but because I'm still concentrating on Seto.

Side by side Lana approached Mileyne like that, Ray leads Marca and Koan to their room.

"Well, is this Ray's room?... It's kind of a room with a lot of stuff and it seems lonely."

That was the first voice out of Marka's mouth that walked into Ray's room and looked around.

Koan snorts back to agree with the opinion.

"Basically, I put the necessary luggage in the item box. In order to be able to move around quickly at times of need, it's more convenient that way. This is the room, but take a seat for now. It would be a little crude for the Duke's Lady."

Ray turns his gaze to the chair on the side of the desk and tells him.

In fact, the words were clearly disrespectful and would have given an angry expression that the nobleman, with only a high temper, had he been said that way, had his face been turned bright red and insulted.

But Marca doesn't even show how she's offended Ray like that... No, on the contrary, she sits in a chair with a funny grin.

Behind Marca sitting in a chair, Coran stands as an escort.

"Drink this for now."

What Ray offered was fruit water in a glass.

I kept what I bought in the summer in mysterious storage and it was a substitute that I would not be able to drink at this time of year if it were meant to be.

"Hmm. This is... um. Item boxes are handy."

Marca smiles happily and carries the cup straight to her mouth.

I would need a toxic taste from Marka's point of view, but it doesn't look like I cared about it either.

Sometimes I trust Ray, but more than that, I am in possession of a magic item to detect poison.

"Ho, ho, ho. Um, cold and sweet. Something to drink at this time of year is a bit of a problem, but it's a warm place in this inn."

Marca drums her tongue at the sweet and sour flavour, drinks the contents of the cup all at once as it is.

In such a sigh, the expression had changed from that of one girl to that of the Duke's Lady.

Koan erases the signs so as not to disturb Marca like that, and stands behind him.

"Now, why has the concubine come to Gilm, a periphery at this time of year? Do you understand why?

"Oh.... it's about the duel, isn't it?

To Ray, who answers briefly, Marca nods back exactly as she did.

"My concubine came here on your father's behalf. … more precisely the royalist town of Duke of Quent."

So once the words were stopped, Marca turned her gaze toward Ray... but when she saw nothing particularly unusual about the look on his face, she exhaled a small sigh.

"Lord, the concubine is here on behalf of the Duke, isn't she? Can I be a little more surprised?

"It's not a bad story, is it? Then you don't have to be surprised."

"Hmm? What makes you think that? The opponent whom the Lord fought in a duel is the next Lord of the Count Eriel family. Honestly, I don't like concubines very much, but it doesn't change that they are royalist compatriots. You think someone like that would lose half of the property in the house? If a concubine came under such circumstances, don't you usually think it's a bad story for you?

But against Marca, Ray shrugged his shoulders and carried the fruit water to his mouth.

"It looks like this, and it's a lot of heavy use from Master Dusker. If you take it from me and it's bad by the time it's deadly, it's not weird that you've been contacting me in advance. And..."

Once the word stopped, Ray goes on in his mind.

(Master Dusker sees how strong I am so close that there was no more during last spring's war. If something happens and this guild turns to ashes, you should tell me to leave the guild before then.)

I didn't think Dusker, who watched the front lines of the Bestian Imperial Army collapse due to a huge flaming tornado - a fire whirlwind - in the war last spring, would deliberately imitate Ray in the Guild.

"Yeah? And what's wrong with that?

"No, it's nothing. Anyway, all I did was represent the duel and did the duel. Given Dusker's personality, I don't think he'd let me imitate it to the detriment of you."

"Hmm? But as I've said many times, your concubine's father is not the Duke, is he? I don't care what you say, but one or two of the borderline uncles have as much power as they can, as well as force. Can't you think of that as fear of...?

"... don't try. It looks like this, and I think I know a lot about Master Dusker. Well, that may just be superficial, but I still don't think Master Dusker would imitate selling me off. Most…"

And, with a mean grin on his mouth, Ray continues his words.

"Unless it's worth helping Count Eriel and his family by turning the Neutralists into enemies."

Behind that word, is a man like Keepsake worth that to his next Lord's house? There is.

If Marca here actually said it was worth it, there was nothing I could do about it as Ray.

But fortunately, Marca grins and nods contentedly.

"Um, yeah. It is true that the Earl of Eriel family retained quite a bit of power among the Kings, but that is only quite so. If you want to find a replacement, there are many of them. … but it is also true that the royal nobility was scratched with so little shame."

A mournful, sighing marca turns her gaze toward the cup at hand, toward Ray and toward the cup again.

Having seen it and understood what Marca was demanding, Ray takes another fruit water out of the mistering and hands it to Marca.

Marca, who happily mouthed to the cup, continues her words as they were.

"But the nonsense of this case is obviously in Lord Keep. If you punish the Lord now, that's what the Kings laugh at. Bye...... some kings don't even know the extent of reason...... no, there are many idiots who don't intentionally try to tell and only have loud voices. So, bye."

Marca, smiling like she was up to something, whines a decisive word with that look on her face.

"Ray, Lord, aren't you willing to try being a teacher for a while?

"... what?

I didn't understand the meaning of Marka's words, and all Ray could do was make a loose voice between them.