Legend

To the words of the man who suddenly descends from the carriage, Ray nods back as he stores the death size in the mistering.

It was easy to imagine that he was probably a nobleman because he was wearing fancy clothes to see.

Still doesn't change Ray's attitude.

Because the aristocracy I usually meet is a strong dusker in the first place, it really doesn't come down to things like looking at the aristocracy in front of me and being frightened.

It would also affect that I have recently been able to rub it with the keepsake.

... Most of all, I've met nobles like Marka, so I don't hate all nobles.

Still, it was an irresistible fact that nobility was not a very good impression in the lay.

"Oh, I'm on my way to Graciar, Duke of Quent territory, with a request."

"... well. No, I'm suddenly sorry. Actually, I'm on my way to Graciar, too. We're lucky to be traveling outside at this time of year."

Ray has some unexpected thoughts about the man telling him with a smile on his face.

I was wondering if there was going to be any trouble again, because as long as I exchanged words like this, I seemed to be friendly.

(This is unexpected. No, of course I don't think all nobles are like keepers. I mean, if all the nobles were like keepers, the kingdom of Mireana would be over.)

A country has passed where all nobles are kept in the back of their brains, and they shake their heads in haste.

The man opens his mouth with a strange look on Ray's face like that.

"Yeah? What's wrong with you?

"No, it's nothing. That means we're headed for Graciar, which means this road leads to Graciar after all, right?

"Mm-hmm. Though it will still take a while. Undoubtedly, this street leads to Graciar."

Ray exhales in relief at the man's words.

I had the thought that I probably wouldn't be wrong, but that's still the first street I've ever been on for Ray. There must be some anxiety.

"What's the matter with you? Doesn't sound like you lost your way."

"Uh, no. Of course I know the way somewhat."

I have a map to be exact, but given the scarcity, it's not that easy to talk to people, and that's so delusional.

"It's just, as you can see, I'm on Ceto... because you're flying around in the sky on a griffon. It's not like traveling on the ground."

With that word, the man must have also noticed Seto sleeping a little further away from Ray. I get a convincing look...... but the next moment I open my mouth with an amazing look.

"Well, it looks like I'm sleeping in the snow in my eyes..."

"Well, it seems so to my eyes, too"

"... okay?

To the man asking to confirm, Ray tilts his neck and opens his mouth.

"What?

"No, imitate sleeping in the snow. Wouldn't Griffon catch a cold?

"... you can't say rank a monster if you seem to catch a cold with about snow"

"I see, is that what it is"

Ray feels like he's going crazy somewhere by a guy with a convincing look at Ray's explanation.

Either way, if this street leads to the Duke of Quent's territory, I had no business being here anymore.

"I'm glad you let me know this street is the right one. If you're on your way to Graciar, maybe you'll meet him over there."

"Hmm, I don't know about that. Unfortunately, I'm not that free to move around. It's just, you know. Still, if we're lucky, we might see each other......"

That word alone is not hard to guess for a reason.

Most importantly, that's why Ray isn't going any deeper.

The man in front of you would fall into the good category as a nobleman. From Ray's eyes at least, it feels that way.

But if you say so, that's all.

If things were to get raided here by a monster or something, I'd be happy to help.

But if Ray asks if he wants to protect himself by acting together all the time, Ray answers no.

In the first place, Ray now also received a request from Marka.

It makes no sense to leave that request alone and travel with us to Graciar.

Because if Ray acted with himself, if that's all it takes to get around, Marka put Ray ahead.... despite the snow.

Given that, Ray did not intend to be actively involved in the nobility in front of him.

(And...)

Point your gaze around the carriage.

There are the first men there who were talking to Ray.

I can see you seem relaxed and focusing your nerves on yourself.

If Ray is going to do some strange imitation, I guess he's trying to protect this nobleman, even if he puts his body up.

Despite knowing how strong Ray is, there are those who want to do so much to protect him.

If there is an escort who has vowed so much loyalty, that Ray won't turn up.

"Well, the carriage would be better, and I should probably go... but I'll see you when I'm on edge"

"Um, right.... edge, huh? Let me be honest with you, there's nothing more unreasonable."

If he listens like this, Ray, who decides undeniably to get caught up in the man's problem in front of him, gently raises his hand to the man and approaches Seto, who is sleeping in the snowfield.

"Grrrrrrrr?"

Enough? and Ray nods at Seto as he turns his gaze, and Seto, who sees it, stands up and turns his back to Ray.

Ray, spanning across Seto's back, once again turns his gaze toward the man and opens his mouth.

"Well, I hope you make it to Graciar safely,"

"Uhm. You're in this snow, too. I know it's dangerous to fly, but come on."

So briefly he exchanges words, Seto rushes up to the sky with his wings winged after a few steps of aid.

Flying through the snow scattered, Griffon gives some fantasy to those who watched it from the ground.

But I guess that's natural, too. It's become routine for Gilm to already have Seto, but he's originally a Rank A monster, because he's a monster such as whether even high-ranking adventurers can see him once in a lifetime.

In the absolute sense of safety, those who met Seto this time had no choice but to call it luck.

"Seto on a deep red ray, huh?... I hope to see you again in Graciar"

The man who dropped off Seto and Ray squeaks small.

"Boy. Time to go. Until now, I was relieved to have a deep red, but I don't know when the chaser will come. I'd like to earn some distance while I can."

"... right. Shall we go then? Don't be alarmed. My uncle's hand stands up."

"Yes, don't worry. Your boy will deliver us to Graciar even if we change our lives."

"Fool. Your lives are not so easy to throw away. I won't allow you to die without my permission."

Other people who were listening around laughing at the man's words.

The laugh was warm and filled with determination to protect this person.

"Heh, heh. Look, let's go.... Fortunately, the horses have managed to walk through the tensions and fears that have dealt with Seto."

When told like a blindfold, the man walks into the carriage.

No, I guess it's not like lightning up, it's actually lighting up.

In fact, the cheeks of the man boarding the carriage were stained thin and red.

One man whines as he drops off the Lord as he boards the carriage and is ready to leave.

"Hey, shouldn't I have somehow pulled Deep Red in this way?

"I wish I could have... because it seemed like I was in a hurry to Graciar to see how that looked. You couldn't afford to give us a hand."

"... but something happened in Graciar that a deep red adventurer hurried? Because, can we just go to Graciar like this? The other hand could be spinning, right?

"We've already talked about that area many times. Graciar is a safe place now. I don't think we can find this one right over there either.... Until spring. Anyway, if we buy time until spring to protect the boy, we'll decide to win this one. I'm gonna try and step on it."

"Ha. Until a few months ago, there was a civil unrest in the Bestian Empire, but maybe next time there won't be a civil unrest in the Kingdom of Mireana"

"You can't even go to civil unrest. I think it ends in a precisely aristocratic conflict. … If it works, you might be able to do something about the house disturbance, but you have low expectations."

"Damn, I don't care what you say about being a Kingslayer. After all, you say it's like this? The nobleman can hear you."

"Hey fool. If you sound like a boy..."

"Hey!"

I hear voices coming from the carriage at a time as if I had been listening.

From a man who is the protector and Lord of men.

The good timing stops the men from moving.

Could you have heard the story now? Because I thought so.

But fortunately, the voices that can be directed at us are not harsh.

"Hey, what's up? Is it time to leave? I thought you said you'd make as much distance as you could with this snow.

"Ah, yes. I'll be there in a minute!

The men get ready to leave, reassured that they weren't listening to themselves.

A few days after leaving Gilm, fortunately, the weather has not been so rough, and because it is winter, Ray has not encountered any bandits, and he is on his way to Graciar on Ceto.

... No, should I say I was on my way.

Now, in Ray's eyes, there was a city larger than Gilm... because the city was more precisely visible.

"That's Graciar.... right?

"Gru?"

Ray squeaks as he hits and sees a clear sky that's changed from the weather of the last few days.

While I'm probably pretty sure, I still can't be sure that the city I see at the end of my gaze is Gracial, because Ray sometimes shows off a hell of a lot of directional tone deafness.

Still, there is the thought that in the days between travelling through the Guild and arriving here, as far as I've heard definitely in places like the first carriage line that was there, the village I stopped by on the way, the city, etc.

... There were some disturbances along the way, but it was a good lay for now, especially since it wasn't like someone had suffered a lot of damage.

"But... it's amazing."

At the end of Ray's gaze whining is the wall surrounding what appears to be Gracial.

It is easy to imagine how thick the sight in front of Ray is a wall of considerable height, not so much as a guilm on the periphery.

"It's not like there's a monster as vicious as the border, but the fact that there's a wall like this... maybe the person you're assuming is a person"

Are you assuming the class of bandits, hostile nobles... or thinking about when the kingdom of Mireana was attacked?

Ray didn't even know which of them was the reason, but he still understood that the defense of the city of Graciar was very high.

"... If this isn't Gracial, that would be interesting though. Either way, let's go. Seto."

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Seto rings his throat at at Ray's call and descends toward those he thinks are Gracial.

What surprised me when I saw it was those who were about to go through the process of entering Graciar.

Due to the winter season, few people are in the process of entering Graciar.

However, the fact that there is no one is small does not mean that there are naturally people in and out of the city even in winter if this many people live in it.

Unlike the guilds on the periphery, there will be times when vicious monsters are hard to come out of.

When such people are lined up to complete the process, trembling in the cold, a monster suddenly descends from the sky, so there can be no noise.

"Ugh, wow! It's a monster, a monster raid!

"Guards, no, contact the knights!

"Evacuate, evacuate me!

"Coming, coming, coming!

Those in line began to cause confusion and panic, at that time.

"Quiet!"

A loud voice echoes around me.

It soaked into those who were wondering and confused, and eventually those who were making noise calmed down.

"That's not a monster. Exactly an obedient demon. Ray, a rank B adventurer with a deep red alias, belonging to Gilm. Dear Marka, I have come at your immediate request."

The man who tells him so was such a man that he was better than two meters tall and his body could be described as being made of muscle.