Legend

The day after Ray came to the cadet school, I woke up earlier than usual wondering if it was a good idea to have a conversation with Elaine the day before. Ray was coming to the back of the staff dorm.

It has become a square with nothing, and it is now packed with snow, allowing it to move to some extent.

But that's why it was just fine in this case.

"Hmm... that's dazzling"

Glare the snow reflecting on the sun's rays and keep it light and flexible.

When that was over, it was Death Size that took it out of Mystering.

With Death Size in your hand, run a giant blade into the air as if to confirm something.

Basically, Ray didn't join some genre and train, he's only selfish.

That's why those who trained properly can't react to tricky movements that maximize Ray's physical abilities.

Before the trickiest moves, there were very few people who fought with the Great Sickle.

I don't know about Ray, but he uses a big sickle called Death Size to instantly ascend and pack into Rank B Adventurer, active in the war to get an alias, and even demonize the Griffon of Rank A Monster.

There was no way such a person could be talked about, and there were quite a few adventurers who could only say they liked it from Ray's point of view, that they admired Ray.

Those people naturally want to be just like Ray.

Such people also understand that it is not possible to first taste a Rank A monster, like Ceto.

That's why the next thing such people would do was use another Ray symbol, the Great Sickle.

But a sickle is a very difficult weapon to handle for a normal human being.

No, even if it's a normal sickle, not a big sickle, that doesn't change.

In the end, some of the likes of things forced the blacksmith to make a big sickle, but few people could use it.

In the first place, a sickle is something that is not actually suitable for use as a weapon, so of course.

Those who fail to use the Great Sickle will eventually understand that imitation like Ray is impossible for them, and will look for a weapon that suits them greatly.

Still, I trained the Great Sickle... to use long weapons, and many people used long weapons such as spears and halvards.

Also, not to mention using a handful of sickles... but some adventurers have come out and the sickle is a little more recognizable than it is now, but that's still a story to go.

"Huh!"

Blink Death Size with sharp exhalation.

A blow as if the morning fresh air itself were slashed and torn would have questioned how much the death size weighed if anyone had seen it.

So much so that Ray was swinging without feeling the weight of the death size at all.

Keep swinging the death size about enough and stop the movement once.

"Phew... well,"

That's how I meditate my eyes with Death Size in place.

What comes up behind your brain is your strongest enemy.

Rank S adventurer who fought in the Bestian Empire, immovable noise.

I've only fought noise twice, but still what I should call the battle density hidden there was a very intense substitute.

All that fighting is definitely a substitute that you won't be able to experience.

That's how the image behind your brain solidifies, opens your eyes and confronts the image that exists in the air... kicks the ground.

I do not use the red armor of the Flaming Emperor, which should also be called the depths of Ray, only a battle in life.

Head to imagined noise and pack the distance at once.

A flash of brilliance runs through the sky, wondering if Noise's hand has moved.

Avoid that blow by gently tilting your body and wave a death size at the counter.

The evasion of the moment is when Ray would undoubtedly have been slashed and torn by a long sword if he had only normal physical abilities.

But Ray has the alias Deep Red because he can grasp the timing.

If normal, it would undoubtedly amputate the opponent's torso up and down, a blow of a horizontal giraffe that should also be called a blow of the Sickle of Reaper in the literal sense.

But...... Ray's created noise wasn't already there the moment that the attack was wielded...... if you noticed, you were poking a blade of a long sword at Ray's neck muscle.

"There is a battle, is there? Damn, you didn't win today."

If you notice, the noise created in your imagination has already disappeared from Ray's sight.

"That's wonderful!

A voice that can be hung on such a ray.

Looking back to those who spoke while storing the Death Size in the Mystering, there was a look of Samaroon there.

Ray still feels somewhere restless about the way he looks at himself with the color of admiration in his eyes.

I understand that you respect yourself purely, but I feel like that's going too far.

"No, it's really great. Mr. Ray's current move... unfortunately I can't go after everything, so I can't clearly point out what's great, but it's still great, but I can't go wrong."

"Well, more than happy.... So, what are we doing here?

"Ah, yes. I woke up and picked him up in Mr. Ray's room, but he wasn't anywhere, so I was looking for him. I thought you might be lost for a walk."

Ray thought for a moment that it was huge... but given the size of the cadet school, I notice that it's not always a mistake.

The grounds themselves are also quite large and there are several buildings built there.

I reminded him that if he was accustomed to it, it would not be strange to be lost if he had just come to the cadet school.

In the first place, Ray was training here because he could get lost if he detoured from the staff dorm.

(With Seto, I don't know what to do when I have to)

I give my thoughts to my partner who's not here, but there's no way Seto can fly whatever he wants in the city in the first place, but he's conveniently thinking about it.

Although it is not surprising that there is some blindness in relation to the cadet school.

"Right. Sorry to bother you."

"No. More than that, it's time for breakfast, but what do you do? There's still some time to spare."

"Training's over, and it's time to go."

"... Really?

With a slightly unfortunate look on his face, Samaroon returns the words.

He wants to talk about magic, and that's what's on his face, but Ray goes to the staff dorm pretending not to notice it.

Samaroon follows shortly after that.

"We'll finish breakfast first, and then we'll go to the dean's office. It's where I went yesterday, so you're okay, right? If you're worried, I'll come with you, but what do you want to do?

I'd like to go with you if I could...... It was a samaroon asking me with a look like that, but Ray shakes his neck against such a samaroon.

"I'm fine. Besides, Samaritan's ready for class, right? Don't you get mad at me if you just leave me alone?

"No, it's fine. I've been told to support Ray, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that area. Ning Lo, as far as I'm concerned, I want to act with Ray."

I know that's the word that comes out of my interest in magic, but still Ray feels something he doesn't accept somewhere in Samaroon's words.

(Samaroon's purpose is just magic, not seeing myself, or something like that?

While questioning Samaroon's attitude, he eventually arrives at the front door of the staff dormitory as he walks.

"Speaking of which, I'll have to go see Seto after breakfast."

"Is it Seto? I went for a little peek last night, and I was surprised because this is the first time I've been called Griffon."

"... you have a lot of nerve. I didn't know you were going alone."

If you know Seto's people-nostalgic personality, you won't be particularly surprised when he tells you he's going to see you alone.

But it was totally unexpected from Ray's eyes that Samaroon, who was in contact with Griffon for the first time, would go to see Seto alone without taking Ray.

"Ah, haha. Griffon...... was it Seto? Because it was last night that I came up with the idea to go see that ceto. I thought Mr. Ray was already asleep, so I went alone."

"... you're a fierce man in many ways"

"Really? 'Cause you're Mr. Ray's squire, aren't you? Then I don't think it's particularly dangerous."

Ray wonders what to give back to Samaroon, who naturally tells him.

Should I be angry that I don't trust myself too much, or should I say thank you and thank you for trusting me so much?

In the end, while wondering what to do, we arrive at the dining room.

Breakfast prepared here is almost the same as what the students are eating at the cadet school.

In other words, it was a common one and a menu that was a little lacking in Ray's taste.

There's no reason to have a full stomach.

Soup with less utensils in bread, sautéed vegetables. Only a slice of cheese existed as a mercy.

The only salvation is that the bread is white bread?

... although for Ray there was only about the amount of snacks instead of meals.

"You're a knight joining the Knights of the Duke's Land, or a cadet school to raise adventurers, right? Yet the meal is quite elegant."

"Ha. If it wasn't winter, it'd be a little more luxurious."

Samaroon sitting across the street from Ray tells him that he's sorry.

"Uh, well, can't we do that around? Winter, I suppose."

I shrug to convince myself, thinking about what dishes were left in the mistering...... and I find out.

"... hey, samaroon"

"Yes? What?

Samaroon, who was drinking soup, responds immediately to Ray's words.

He was glad to hear from Ray after all.

Continue to say words to such a samaroon with sorrow at any rate.

"What's going on with Seto that we can't eat much like this?

"Uh... what do you think? I think you're eating more than we do for a big body."

"I see. Then why don't you check?"

"Huh?"

Ray pushes the rest of the meal into his mouth, keeping some loose voice samaroon intact.

When you put a meal in your mouth that is not unsavory or even delicious, you stand up with a dish.

Returning it to the dining room, Ray leaves the dining room, leaving the samaroon flashing on the spot.

"Oh, hey Mr. Ray!? I'll be there, too, just a minute. Mr. Ray!?

Samaroon screaming in haste, but Ray also leaves the staff dorm without waiting for it.

I also tried to chase the samaroon, but as a wizard, a thin body samaroon was never fast to eat.

I don't want to leave a meal behind and chase him.

No, I know you can if you want to, but if you imitate that, you'll be heavily punished by someone who's cooking you a meal.

In other words, the only way for Samaroon to follow Ray was to eat all the meals in front of him.

"Ahhh. I'm soaked with samaroons"

"Hey, don't be too stupid. That's it, isn't it? Certainly a mock war instructor specially called in by the dean. He's got a nickname."

"But you don't look so strong."

"People don't look like it. It's a mistake to normally fit a guy like him with an alias in particular. By and large, look at the rank s adventurers in this country.... That's what this is all about?

"... yeah. Sorry."

"Hey, hey. We don't have much time to talk here! It's time to get ready to go to school!

The other teachers in the cafeteria were intrigued by the exchange between Ray and Samaroon, but when they had to prepare for the class nonetheless, there was no reason to talk about it forever, so they could finish the meal.

"Seto?"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr?"

As Ray called to Seto at the stables for the staff, he immediately heard the ringing he was used to hearing.

The voice is not particularly complaining about hunger, nor does it look sad.

It's just a voice that's happy Ray came to see me.

If this is the dusk wheat pavilion where Ray is staying at Gilm, then to some extent Seto is free to go outside - still only on the grounds of the dusk wheat pavilion - but he can get out.

But I just got here yesterday and there are more scared than those who still adore Seto.

Therefore, Seto was also told not to go out on his own.

"Seto, how are you? No, it's only been one night."

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Seto throats delightfully at Ray's words.

With such a stroke of Seto's head, Ray understands that Seto is not particularly hungry.

"Apparently you've had enough to eat."

"Gru."

I'm not hungry! and honking his throat.

"Do you feed the devil a cup of meal over the instructor?... Oh, because it's Seto"

Were you scared of Seto, the griffon, or was he shot through the heart by his adorability?

I don't know either of them, but I decided that Seto wouldn't have any trouble eating until the spring.