Legend

"... that? Mr. Ray? Where are you going at this hour?

At night, Samaroon, who was reading a book in the dining room, notices Ray trying to get out of the dorm and asks.

Light magic items are often used in only the cadet school at the home of the Duke of Quent named Graciar.

In this dining room, too, several other people sat besides the samaroon with light magic items and heated magic items, drinking tea and talking to each other.

It would be easy to understand if I were to say that it is a sort of, uh, colloquial treatment.

"A little outside...... cool?

"Mr. Ray, cool down... are you in this weather?

To Ray's words, Samaroon glances out the window as if stunned.

At the end of his gaze, the snow was shaking the trees near the dorm with strong winds of what had not fallen.

(Shit...... no, but that means Samaroon is being told to give my support, and should we get through this?

Few people know that Ray was targeted during class today.

Ray, who is also a targeted tenant, and Grink, who was near it. And Erinde, the school director.... and not human, Seto.

It was just these three and one.

The fact that Samaroon hasn't been informed may have determined that Erinde doesn't need to be informed, but it's not uncommon to act together if it comes to being Ray's caregiver.

Grink supports Ray during class, but Samaroon takes care of Ray in his normal life.

Considering the area, I decide that I might want to talk to Samaroon as well, and make an invitation to come out of the dining room.

While I had some doubts about how Ray was doing like that, Samaroon came to Ray's side by closing the book he was reading.

It would be from the decision that it is better not to be seen in public at first sight. The others in the cafeteria don't seem to notice.

... Most of all, there are only cadet dormitories in the cadet school, and there are a lot of people with arms. That's why some of them noticed something, but others dared to pretend they didn't notice, especially if there was nothing wrong with them.

"So, Mr. Ray. On a night like this...... and what are you going to do out there in the wind? If you're going to see Seto, I'll go out with you."

"No, for a little wild life. Right, you wanna come with me if you care? Maybe you'll be in danger."

"Dangerous eyes, is it?

A neck tilting samaroon turns his gaze to Ray for an explanation.

Not sure how to answer that question, Ray mouths what Samaroon might be interested in for now.

Still, I can't speak of myself being targeted so easily than I don't know where people's ears are.

In the meantime, Ray said to Samaroon...

"Kind of magical... no, I was just trying to practice on my skills"

"Magic!? No, skills? Which one is it?

"I don't know. To be precise, should I say magical skills?"

"No, don't normal skills use magic?

"That's not what I'm talking about.... mah, okay. I told you now, if you care, you can come with me. I'm not in trouble for people to see what skills I'm trying to use."

If that's what you say from Ray's mouth. I have to go as a samaroon who is convinced of Ray's strength as a wizard.

"Okay. I'll be ready in a minute, please wait."

Hold the book you had in your hand, and Samaroon goes up the stairs.

I could easily imagine Ray going to his room and getting ready to go outside.

In the middle of the winter night, there are even stronger winds.

I don't care what you think, you can't go outside dressed like you were lenient in the dining room.

"At a time like this, you know how to appreciate a dragon robe."

The dragon robe, which also has the features to represent with simple air conditioning, was a particularly treasured substitute among the numerous magic items Ray has gained since coming to this Elgin.

Had it not been for this, Ray would have scratched his sweat when it was hot and trembled when it was cold.

... but that's normal if it's supposed to be.

Whatever, a few minutes to wait near the dining room. A samaroon with a bunch of robes on top of each other comes down the stairs with a cane in his hand.

(No, the wand... oh, do I need it? If it's really a fight with the Raiders, Samaraun better have the means to defend himself. Or it could just be a foothold without it. Anyway, if you're good at moving your body like a warrior or something, you're a pure wizard in the case of Samaroons)

Looking at Samarroon's appearance and quickly turning his thoughts around, Samarroon had in the meantime reached under Ray.

"So shall we go?... Ray's magical skills. I'm very excited to see what that looks like. Where's the place?

Though pushed slightly by the awesome eating, Ray thinks of the place behind the dorm where he trains every morning… he immediately shakes his neck sideways.

(You need to stand out that I'm here. You can't even imitate that near the dorm)

If you use your skills behind the dorm, you can definitely direct the attention of those in the dorm.

That would definitely make it impossible to achieve the goal of attracting the person you were after.

(No, or do you see me getting noticed and coming at you disputed by it?... No, you don't. It's pretty unlikely.)

I immediately dismiss what I thought in my head.

"Is there somewhere where there aren't a lot of people? It's a skill exercise for once, and I don't want to get involved."

"Is it a place without people? It's winter night in the first place, and I think there are fewer people out there at this hour. I think it's people who look around and stuff, even if they are."

"... I don't want to be seen much by guys like that either"

I knew he was half unscrupulous as well, but still to Ray, who asks, Samaroon eventually nods after a little thought.

"Yes, there is, a place where people aren't likely to come very often. I'm just gonna walk a little... do you mind?

"I hope it's not too far away. I don't like it cold."

To the words out of Ray's mouth, Samaroon rarely turns a jito eye.

"It's cold... it doesn't look cold at all."

"Ma, that's right. I need you to guide me faster than that."

It was a samaroon that seemed somewhat dissatisfied with being lightly flushed, but when I think I can finally see Ray's magic, that dissatisfaction disappears too.

(I would have liked to see magic if I could)

I know I train outside the dorm every morning, and I've been to see it several times.

However, the training only involves training with the biological body.

Never before has Samaroon seen the magic of Ray in his eyes that he really wanted to see.

That is why it would also be natural to take a strong interest in Ray's skills using magic, even if it is not magic itself, and the word especially magic, which is highlighted.

Only with such expectations could I lead Ray to his destination on a winter night without worrying so much about the cold wind.

A place about walking from the dorm that is enough and has become an empty space with nothing around.

Naturally, there is no such thing as a snowscratch.

Samaroon looks toward Ray when he arrives at a place where his feet sink about ten centimeters.

"What do you think? There aren't many people here. … but as you can see, it's hard to keep the snow packed."

To Samaroon's words, Ray looks around silently.

Maybe you can't do that. It was a samaroon imprisoned with such anxiety for a moment, but fortunately it was something unexpectedly favorable that came out of Ray's mouth the next moment.

"No, Ning Ro, this is the best part. Besides, the snow will be gone soon."

"Huh? What now?

The last one was Samaroon asking again if he didn't hear it because it was a small voice, but Ray shook his neck to the side.

"Nothing. If you look, you'll see. I know it's better than that, but get away from me for once."

"Ha, ha....... ok. Ray's magic... No, I can see your skills with these eyes, so let me study them well."

I told you I wanted you away, but somehow you're approaching me, Samaroon.

I judge with a bitter smile that I would not listen to you if I said any more to that appearance.

"Ma, you can do whatever you want.... Well."

So to cut the word, Ray's gaze is directed at the ring that is embedded in his finger… the ring of the crescent moon that has the effect of covering up magic.

It is not particularly necessary to remove the ring of the Crescent Moon in order to carry out the future acts if they are meant to be.

But the purpose of this one is not to use your skills, but to attract someone who might be observing you.

… or to atrophy and upset the opponent by showing the difference in power from him, perceiving and capturing where he is looking at himself.

For example, I still decide that I should remove the New Moon ring here and gently pull the ring out of my finger.

Moments later, Samaroon, who becomes immensely magical emanating from Ray's body, but also has no ability to perceive magic, looks with his chest raised at the acts that will begin.

Several instructors, including the school director, on the cadet school property felt Ray's magic and lost his temper, but Ray concentrates on magic without even showing how he cared about it.

Note that there are several other students and instructors who have the ability to sense magic, but I guess I was lucky that the damage to Ray didn't spread that much because its perceptible range was within my own sight or very narrow.

Some of Graciar suffered the same damage as the school director.

Either way, Ray focuses his consciousness on magic... at the next moment, that skill... can also be called the depths of Ray, the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor is activated.

Invisible magic by nature. The magic became so densely compressed that it could be visualized that it began to drift around Ray's body.

It's like Ray is present in the magic thing, or you can describe him as wearing magic clothes.

"Red... red... magic..."

Samaroon was finally just whining about it.

I'm poking my ass on the ground at some point, but I'm not feeling any snow cold.

All I could do was even turn my gaze to Ray.

Still, all you have to do is slip out of your hips, probably because Ray isn't turning his mind to Samaroon.

If we were to turn our consciousness to Samaroon, it would be difficult to know if we could even remain conscious as the face of the guerrillas had fallen during the civil unrest in the Bestian Empire.

Such... there was someone there who emitted something so overwhelming that it was still not enough.

(Magic?... Yes, this is magic! Definitely. I didn't have the ability to feel magic, but I still find it magical that Mr. Ray is wearing around me!

Ray's consciousness was not directed, and that's why Samaroon managed to get me back.

That way, the next thing you can turn your consciousness to would be Ray's current situation.

The current situation, where we can see and feel something called magic, even though we do not have the ability to sense magic, was a time to describe it as bliss for Samaroon.

(Does Mr. Ray's magic red mean that anyone's magic has color? What Mr. Ray specializes in is flaming magic. For example, by visualizing that magic, colors are determined by the magic of each good attribute? No, Mr. Ray, it's not overwhelming enough on its own. If anyone else has similar abilities......)

Quickly some hypotheses appear in Samaroon's head and disappear and appear.

(A certain number of people have been confirmed so far who can see magic. In particular, there are many devil's eyes. For if we are free to make this phenomenon happen, could it possibly give anyone a demonic eye? Because... if so!

If Ray wore his current magical skills… it was in the battle against Noise that he wore the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, and if he knew that Noise could use the same lineage of skills as the Armor of the Champion, Samaraun might have headed for the Bestian Empire.

Samaroon remembered all that excitement.

Ray turned his consciousness to such a samaroon for only a moment, but halfway through this sight explores the signs around him without being particularly surprised.

I even used things like the Five Senses and the Sixth Sense, reinforced by the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, to explore what was going on around me, but I just understood that there was no such thing as the appearance of those who were hostile to me anywhere.

(gaze... well, I know)

If it meant a pure gaze, not hostility, there was a samaroon that I saw so close to my hole.