Legend

Ray used the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, but time passes without any response at all.

Still, I wonder if I should wait a little longer, adjust the heat emanating from the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor and send warm air for Samaroon, who is a little further away.

Naturally, if you imitate that, the snow that was around Ray will melt one after the other, and it will decrease while you see the snow that was accumulating about twenty centimeters when you first arrived.

Of course, if the snow melts, it becomes water, and if Ray is gone in that state, the water becomes ice again from the weather conditions of winter night...

You don't have to worry about that area for Ray any more than you chose this place for Samaroon because there weren't many people there originally.

"Warm......? Is this Mr. Ray?

"I'm telling you, it's not like the heat control is still perfectly extreme. I don't think it's an immediate burn if we get too close, but it could still burn."

Despite hearing the words, the samaroon with the buttocks gets up.

It was unexpected for Ray to be able to move this easily, even if Ray wasn't aware and intimidated.

(It's what you like that makes you good at things...... no, you're not. I'll pass the rock once and for all. I feel like this is different too. Anyway, it's usually amazing that you're getting closer to me in this situation)

Magic fool, Ray smiles small at the look of the samaroon that makes me want to describe it as superb here......

Whatever the reason, if we can get this far, all I can say is that it's amazing.

Watch as Samaroon reaches for the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, approaching the dreaded Ray, lowering the temperature as much as he can.

It wasn't even precise yet, but I was still able to manipulate the temperature to some extent.

You'd be lucky that at least it didn't immediately mean burning to death, as Ray had spoken earlier.

"This is... awesome. Mr. Ray, is this magic?

"Oh. My magic is concentrated, compressed... well, that's how it can be visualized"

"What, what the hell works!?

"Simply put, physical enhancement, that sort of thing."

There are many other means of attack, but that's not something I can do with my mouth in this place.

(... hmm?

Ray, who was talking to Samaroon, feels his gaze.

Turning to you quickly, what was there was aimed at Ray... not the little bird.

The little bird, also familiar to Ray, stood on a tree branch growing nearby, kicking the branch with his toenails in frustration.

The way it stands for being in a bad mood to see belongs to Erinde, who manipulates little birds.

That would be natural, too.

It was getting late at night and I thought it was time to go to bed...... because that's when I got the hot wine and suddenly I felt enormous magic on the cadet school grounds where I was relaxing.

The feeling of being relaxed blew away instantly, and maybe the enemy... the person who targeted Ray with poison arrows at noon has set something up? And when he was upset, he went to the school director's office and sent the devil's bird.

… It should be noted that this little bird created by Erinde is naturally blind at night.

If you look at how the place felt magical with such superior vision, it wasn't the enemy that was there...... but the ray of the person being targeted.

Right on Ray's side there is also a look at Samaroon, wondering if Samaroon could have been at the enemy's fingertips, and seeing him in a soothing conversation.

Now Erinde can't make people so angry.

Such Erinde's anger was what the little bird looked like now.

"Chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi"

Perhaps I can call it a comforting ringing noise, usually, but now the little bird looks grumpy to see.

Not very, but not in such a way that it can flow lightly.

"Ah... well, excuse me, school director. This is a little bit of a mistake or I didn't think it was going to be this far..."

"Chip, chip, chip! Chitty!"

Ray also... and Samaroon, who would be scolded, had no idea what the little bird was talking about.

But still, I fully understand that Erinde is angry, and we face each other with what's wrong.

Exchanging your gaze silently, for a few seconds.

In the end it was Samaroon who lost and got out of sight first.

If you can get out strong, you will lose only to Samaroon, who originally has respect for Ray.

Gently...... approaching the tree so as not to irritate the little bird.

The snow melts due to the red armor of Ray's Flaming Emperor and does not stand in the way of walking.

On the contrary, the ambient temperature had even risen to nearly twenty degrees.

From temperatures like the one where the snow was falling, it suddenly becomes temperatures like spring… or early summer, where even the heat and humidity can be felt due to the water vapor melted by the snow.

In the meantime, Samaroon, who traveled to near the tree, bowed his head deeply to the little bird.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I was wondering if you could show me Ray's skills..."

"Chit-chit-chit-chit!"

Ray didn't know what the little bird was talking about, but he still only understands it properly to Samaroon, and to Ray.

"Chit-chit-chit-chit-chit!"

He was a little bird that rattled out agains frustration...

(Didn't you tongue this little bird right now?

Ray, who was watching the little bird, sounded like the last time he hit his tongue.

But Ray is the only one who felt that way, and Samaroon hasn't shown any particular strangeness.

Was it your fault? and while in doubt, Ray watches the bird interact with Samaroon.

"Chip, chip, chip!

Take the couché somewhere...... specifically towards the dean's office. The little bird squeals.

I guess I could describe it as an adorable squeal if it were meant to be, but now there was some kind of force, either due to Erinde's grumpiness or in spite of his little body.

Samaroon, who was turned away with a gaze of sharpness that he would not have thought convinced him if he had told him he was a raptor, eventually turned his face reluctantly toward Ray.

"Mr. Ray, I'm sorry, but could you come with me? The school director's here for you."

"No, that's good... I didn't exchange words, you understand what I'm trying to say well even though I only heard the ringing voice"

"Haha. You can say this is an essential skill for doing it here."

"... this is cadet school, right?

Very unlikely to be the skill required at the cadet school, Ray asks with the meaning of confirmation.

Most of all, it has been established that this is more of a cadet school than I already have.

"Of course it is.... let's hurry up a little bit. It could be a lot harder later if you piss off the school director in this situation right now"

"Chitty?"

Did I say something? Samaroon flaunts his shoulders with a vibe that makes him think so.

You feel sorry for what happened to Samaroon like that, Ray agrees with the words.

"Ok, I can't help it if I keep doing this, do I go"

That's what I told you, I just turned my heel back...

"Chit-chit-chit-chit-chit!"

A little bird, also a demon of Erinde's use, rings violently.

No, I might as well describe that as crying already.

"What's going on?

"Mr. Ray, uh... the red magic skill remains activated, so I was wondering if it might be... No, as far as I'm concerned, it's very interesting, so I don't think I'd mind using it all the time"

When Ray turned his gaze to his own hand on the word, surely his hand remained wrapped in the red armor of the Flaming Emperor.

Raiders… or acts with the aim of luring those who are watching them - and then there are a few aspects of training to use the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor - but the conversation flew in too unexpected a direction, completely forgetting that I was currently deploying the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor.

Even under that circumstance, little birds, the demons of Erinde's use, were able to act normally because Ray had no hostility towards the little birds, but I guess it's stronger than that that Erinde was angry about this one.

"Bad, right. If we move around the school in this state, will it taste all kinds of bad? It's the night, it's pretty obvious."

The current ray, which is unfolding the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, is covered by red magic.

The condition is very noticeable with the lights emitting around because it is night and if anyone else sees the current Ray walking inside the school building it would be surprising...... no, it could have been unconscious on the spot if he did poorly to the overwhelming signs released from Ray.

(I don't even know if Seven Wonders or something is in this world, but if it were, I would definitely be in those Seven Wonders.... No, it's a normal world of magic and magic, and no Seven Wonders?

I guess the very existence of Ray can be said to be more than seven wonders in the first place, but the person lifts it to the shelf to unlock the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor.

At the same time the darkness returned and only the moonlight illuminated the surrounding area.

Under that moonlight, the ring of the crescent moon is inserted in his finger and his voice is hung towards Samaroon.

"Let's go.... Hopefully they'll show us the moves before we go to the dean's office"

"Yes? What is it? Movement... what are you talking about?

"I'm going to go to the dean's office and explain that to you. It stinks of trouble to explain it over and over, and the school director is better at explaining this hand than I am. I'm an elf."

"Chit-chit-chit-chit!"

Don't think I'm allowed to do anything because I'm an elf! And, Erinde makes the anger also rattle out to the little bird in the dew.

But Ray deliberately flushed such Erinde's words and tried to walk out with Samaroon... stopping the movement and turning his gaze toward the dark.

"Is that it? Mr. Ray, what's going on?

"No... with that said, I thought there was still someone who hadn't told me about this"

"Yes?"

It was a samaroon of how Ray couldn't understand what he was talking about, but the motion solidifies in its presence, which he accidentally showed.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

It was Seto, as a matter of course, who showed up with such a ringing voice.

When I look at Ray, he keeps running momentum and rubs his head on.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr, grrrrrrr"

"Uh, yeah. I'm sorry to make you worry. Look, it's nothing, so don't worry about it. Don't worry about it."

Ray tells him to calm down as he strokes Seto's head rubbed against him.

Seto and Ray are connected by Warcraft. That ray took off the New Moon ring and exposed the magic it was covering up, and even used the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor on it.

If you try Ceto, it would be natural to think that something might have happened to Ray.

That's why he jumped out of the stables and came under the rays.

But... if you actually come over, Ray doesn't have anything in particular, he's just talking to Samaroon.

I couldn't help but mess with Seto a little I was worried about.

Is that the most bullying thing about rubbing your head because that's all you want Ray to stroke?

Because I understand that, Ray also goes out with Seto and keeps gently stroking his head.

"Grrrrrrrrrr......"

Ray stroked me and I guess I'm feeling much better. The way the throat rings also changes from something obstinate to something purely sweet to ray.

(Making Griffon so easy...... I was hearing about Mr. Ray being Tamer, but maybe Tamer has something to do with magic too? If so, could any wizard be a Tamer?

Look at Ray and Seto. Maybe Tamer has something to do with magic? Samaroon to think of.

It was, in a way, right and in a way wrong.

Many monsters prefer magic. That's true.

That is why, if it is against the bearer of magic that matches itself and the wavelength, there is ample chance of nostalgia.

As a matter of fact, there are a certain number of people called Tamers who are taming monsters who prefer their magic.

But other than that, Tamer is a different means of taming monsters for each Tamer, such as being purely friendly and tame, feeding inside, showing strength, and growing them from a young age.

Given that neighborhood, Samaroon's thoughts are not necessarily wrong.

But what is decidedly wrong in a way was Seto, who is treated as a ostensibly tamed monster, but was actually due to an ancient sorcery called Warcraft?

"Samaroon, is it time to go? You're in a hurry, aren't you?

"Chit-chit-chit-chit!"

With Ray's voice and the frustrating roar of the little bird, Samaroon returned to me and walked out to the dean's office.