Legend

After a small disturbance at the stables, Ray and Iskeld, who broke up with Seto, were on their way to the staff dormitory.

"Was it Seto? I thought I'd waste time breaking up with Ray, but you were being honest."

Ray flaunts his shoulders small to Iskeld as he turns his gaze toward the staff dormitory, which looks remote.

"I guess the same premises are big. It's a little far away, but that's not the same as when you're staying at the inn. Sometimes if Seto cares, he can always come to me."

"Griffon walking around the property in a situation where little is known about Seto is all kinds of unpleasant. I need to let you know later..."

He was Iskeld whining one small person about Seto's treatment, but that also ends when he eventually arrives at the staff dormitory.

"I saw it earlier, but it's so compelling to see it again like this"

Ray stepped into a place like history several times as well, but still squeaks in the building in front of him.

(Ma, I know the castle of the Bestian Empire, so I wouldn't be so surprised)

Compared to the castle you've taken several times in the Imperial City, the staff dormitory in front of you is not so surprising.

"It would be. Because cadet schools are quite historic."

With that said, one man shows up through the front door of the staff dorm.

Although he looks like he is in his thirties, his physique is so skinny that he doesn't think he is a teacher in a cadet school.

Only bones and skins...... is somewhat overstated, but not very much, but doesn't seem to me to be serving as a cadet school official.

(No, it's nothing. Even cadets aren't all trained. clerical positions or something like that, I guess some officials do)

Still, there was a strong feeling in Ray that he was a teacher when it came to cadet school staff, so he couldn't wipe the discomfort at all.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ray. I'm Samaroon. I'm going to take care of Mr. Ray this time."

"Caregiver?

To the words of the man who named him Samaroon, Ray turns his gaze toward Iskeld.

To its gaze for explanation, Iskeld naturally nods back.

"I am busy with a lot of duties as Knights Commander. It's a special day. That's why you'd need someone Ray would talk to when something happened, right? That's this guy."

"Iskeld is right, talk to me if you have any problems. I'm not saying I can help you with everything, but I'll still do everything I can."

"Right. Well, if anything happens, thank you."

Samaroon snorted back with a grin at Ray's words.

"Yes, as long as I'm happy to be with the famous Ray as the Great Wizard."

"The Great Wizard?

To his unexpected honor, Ray tilts his neck when he doesn't know what he was told for a moment.

Because Ray himself doesn't recognize himself as a wizard.

Naturally. It's hard for someone who wields a giant sickle above his height and goes from himself to his enemies to recognize himself as a wizard.

Ray himself recognized himself as a magic warrior.

That's why I was struck by the words of Samaroon, who said unexpected things himself.

But Samaroon didn't seem to care about Ray's confusion like that, and he continues his words with a happy grin.

"That's right. A tornado of flames powerful enough to destroy enemy armies. I have no idea what kind of magic configuration and how much magic can do that. I also hear that you can use one magic after another that consumes a lot of other magic. And most importantly..."

"Uh... Wait, wait, wait"

Iskeld pinches his mouth in a samaroon that keeps spinning his words if he hasn't said enough yet.

"What is it!?

"... you, don't get hot when it comes to real magic"

Cheerful, that tone of understanding of the other person well showed that these two were solid acquaintances, not to the extent of first encounters or several face-to-face encounters.

"Anyway. Sorry about the heat, but it's time for me to get back to work. Even if I look like this, I'm a knight leader, so I'm busy with things."

"If you put it that way, you did. Absolutely, it's something I often thought of leaving to someone like Iskeld to head the Knights. What does the Duke of Quent think?"

"For once, I am still a popular Knights Commander from the people."

Popular, Samaroon shook his neck sideways with a sigh of relief when he heard the word.

That's no more tricks in the sense of irritating the watcher.

In fact, Iskeld turned his gaze toward Samaroon with his cheeks flashing.

"Okay? Don't imitate a wizard who uses amusing magic with a health fool's warrior."

"Ho, ho... you're going to have a lot of fun."

"Pleasant? Right. I'm in the mood to be part of a funny spectacle. Don't you think?

Samaraun, if you're a wizard, you know. and gaze at Ray.

"Uh... I'm more of a magical warrior. Until about the wizard..."

"Why! Magic is the most sacred power in the world! It's not like the power of these brain-muscles!

"... you, warm me will be angry too?

"Pfft. Is it warm? … that's interesting"

"Well, explain it to me so I know what's funny."

For some reason he can't stand the air that just makes him sick talking, and Ray pinches his mouth.

"Iskeld's busy with a lot of things, isn't he? Samaroon was also talking about guiding me to my room, so why don't we just waste some time here?

I wonder why I'm... not in the pattern, but Ray still tells the two of them he's hanging out in front of me.

Did you understand Ray's thoughts like that, or simply didn't like to waste any more time, either, when the two silently stare at each other.... No, stare at each other.

It was at the same time that we missed our gaze, which meant that each other's breath fit so well that there was no more.

"I can't help it. I'm gonna put Ray's face up here and keep him around here."

"That's my word. If Iskeld stays here, his brain muscles will be infected."

"Hey, come on, you're not treating people like brains on your own."

Ha, and to the exchange that started again, Ray leaks a sigh of sigh when he says no treatment.

(Even so, Iskeld has a lot of different faces)

I've been watching Iskeld since earlier, and that's what Ray thought.

When Ray welcomes him to Graciar, he has an attitude that can be described as overflowing with majesty, a somewhat restful atmosphere when he is guiding Ray to cadet school, and an exchange that deals with corruption in his interactions with Samaroons.

It was interesting to see that people change their attitudes depending on the other person, but they still have different attitudes so that they can understand.

"Hmm, remember. I'll let you know someday."

"That way. Don't imitate that you keep giving out brain muscle patients forever."

When we each ended the exchange of words that only sounded bad to Ray, I guess that made the conversation a paragraph.

Iskeld turns his gaze towards Ray and opens his mouth.

"Then it's time for me to go. I'll leave the rest to this bone. Needless to say, don't worry about them being noble children or ordinary people, more than working out as instructors. If that kind of educated guy joins the Knights, that's more annoying."

"... even if they say so. In the first place, it won't be until spring for me to be the instructor here, will it? As early as two months... no matter how long it takes, there won't be three months."

"I know. But a strong guy like you does the instructor. Then the impact will never be small. Besides..."

It was Iskeld who stuffed the words so hard to say there, but Samaroon pinches the words.

"I won't shy away from nobility, so I'm sure it will affect the instructors and staff."

"... right, I'm looking forward to the results. Have a good meal, Samaraun."

That's all I tell you, Iskeld leaves.

Looking at its back, Samaroon squeaks like it doesn't seem funny.

"Huh, you think you're fine as long as you have a decent meal. That brain muscle."

While I was there, it would never be Ray's fault that I felt the words were softening somewhere, unlike earlier.

But such an atmosphere also disappears in seconds.

That's what I'm just saying, that was an illusion or something.

"... excuse me, Mr. Ray. If you stick with that brain muscle, that's how it goes. Let me show you to your room."

"Oh, please"

They take me to Samaroon and go inside the staff dormitory.

I guess it's because I'm in class now. Almost no sign of people.

Keep going up the stairs and head upstairs.

Up the stairs, in a room just a short while away. That was the room reserved for Ray.

"Here you go."

When prompted to go inside, they have everything they need for beds, desks, chairs, sofas and water drainage that would be for visitors.

"Heh..."

"What do you say? I've prepared quite a few things for you."

"Oh, no problem. Most of the baggage and tools I need are in here."

"... With that said, there are rumors that Mr. Ray has an item box..."

Samaroon shrugs when he sees the mistering nestled in his right arm offered by Ray.

Rumors were rumors, and they didn't believe at all that Ray had an item box.

"It's great to call it an item box....... yeah?

It was a samaroon with an enthusiastic gaze on Ray's right arm mistering, but he accidentally turned his gaze toward the window.

There, there was a bird figure.

If that was all, it would have ended up being just a little bird with less vigilance.

In fact, Ray also had some discomfort with that little bird - there are people but he doesn't try to escape - but that's all.

But it seems Samaroon wasn't like Ray, and he sighs a little when he sees that little bird.

"Are you the dean of the school?... I mean, you told me to bring Mr. Ray?

Not to anyone...... no, the little bird nods back to the samaroon words he asks toward the little bird.

On top of that, I step on where I stand many times with my feet, even though I told him to come quick.

That even seemed like a little bird treading on the estate from the side.

"Okay, I'll be right there.... I'm sorry, Mr. Ray. I would have taken my time already today and taken you to the dean's office tomorrow, but the dean reminded me. If you don't mind, could you come with me to the dean's office from now on?

"Well, I don't mind... the user demon or something?

When asked remembering the erotic of the user demon created by the dragon-language magic used by Elaine, Samaroon nods in sigh.

"Yes, the school director has a lot of magic skills, and this is how he sometimes uses demons to give instructions to officials. Honestly, some people don't get used to it."

"Samaroons look familiar to you?

"Yeah, I'm a wizard, even if I look like this."

It was a samaroon with a slightly more adept grin, but from Ray's point of view, I'm more convinced by the look of it as it is.

Unlike Iskeld, whose body was full of muscles, Samaroon's body is thin.

It didn't seem like a very melee capable existence, and if you had a cane, you would definitely only look like a typical wizard.

(Or a scholar or something?

If you think about interacting with Iskeld, you're probably a wizard... but when you think about it, a little bird comes early, you make footsteps.

The samaroon who sees it exhales when he has no choice.

"Okay, so please don't be so hasty. Mr. Ray, let's go. He really wants to see Ray soon."

Again the little bird makes footsteps, whether he was also dissatisfied with the words.

"... right. It's kind of interesting to use demons, and you might want to listen to them."

"Mr. Ray will have a griffon."

Having said that, does Samaroon understand that it would be a hassle to keep the school director waiting any longer, or he would leave the staff dorm with Ray?