Legend

Proceed on the cadet school grounds, Ray and Samaroon, and Seto.

Winter night means no snow but cold breezes.

The moon in the sky is hidden in the clouds, and the moonlight is not so bright.

That, if it were normal, no one would want to go outside. It was a line going inside, but only Samaroon was trembling in the winter cold.

Ray has a dragon robe and Seto doesn't give a shit about this degree of cold or anything on his griffon.

But Samaroon, who was also a normal person in that, could not help but tremble in this cold.

"Ugh, you feel extra cold for being warm with Ray's skills earlier"

"You look pretty worn, but are you still cold?

Ray asks Samaroon, who squeaks in the cold.

From Ray's eyes, I'm pretty sure he wears a few under the robe too, considering how the robe swells.

You're telling me it's cold in that situation too? And I questioned Ray, but I guess he's vulnerable to the cold, only to Samaroons, who are originally in a lean physique.

"From what I can tell, Mr. Ray is often not cold at all with a robe like that."

"This is a magic item, too."

"I envy you... I envy you so much"

Ray strokes Seto's back softly, feeling sorry for Samaroon, who talks to him as if to mislead the cold.

I guess that's all Ray figured out what he wanted from himself. Seto rattles his throat and moves from next to Ray to near Samaroon.

"Huh? What the hell is this...? Mr. Ray?"

"It's cold till you go to the school building with the dean's office. It should be a little warm if you touch Ceto. I don't know if Seto will allow me to ride."

"Uh, the... okay? Really?"

It was a samaroon asking Fearful Ray and Seto, but Seto shows in his attitude that he doesn't mind ringing his throat.

Understanding that ringing its throat is not intimidating, Samaroon finally smiles happily.

For Samaroons with a high interest in magic, Seto was… more precisely Griffon was a very interesting being.

If it's a high-ranking monster, it's fine to manipulate magic.

That's why he's also a very helpful presence in studying magic, and it's true that high-ranking monsters have been bothering me for a long time.

But there can be no chance of touching a Rank A monster or… or even higher Rank S monster that way, and in that sense I would have said that the Ceto of Griffon is equal to the gospel for Samaroon as well.

"Grrrrrrrr"

You can touch it, Seto tells Samaroon to touch himself.

Samaroon reaches out in horror at how Seto looks... eventually touching Seto's back.

He opens his eyes to the feeling of hair with a smooth touch, and eventually strokes Seto's back again and again as he is.

Ray opens his mouth with regret to Samaroon before he can see the signs, sounds and sight of the little birds flying over him before he thinks that it will take about a minute for them to arrive in the dean's office…

"Samaroon, keep it around there. It's time to head to the dean's office, or you'll get even more novels."

Ray also knows how pleasant Seto's touch is.

Even Ray, who has stroked Seto to the point where counting is ridiculous, doesn't know that he gets tired of that touch.

It's Ceto with such a strange charm, so I'd say it's superb time for Samaroon to stroke it like this for the first time.

"Oh...... I even went to the stables to see how Seto was doing a few times before, but I was just watching away. If you think about it now, why didn't you enjoy this feeling by stroking it? You seem like a fool yourself."

"You say that much?... No, it's not weird."

The two female adventurers of a certain Seto enthusiast even said that the feeling was supreme pleasure.

Normally, I guess Samaroon's words are natural.

Maybe it's me and Seto constantly acting together that doesn't make sense of Ninglo Seto's gratitude.

He was Ray, who had that thought, but overhead he heard a birdie squeal and hurried back to me.

"Look, let's just go. If we keep this up, they might be able to tell us a story until morning."

Ray once again speaks to Samaroon, who is concentrating on stroking Seto's hair.

Ray didn't know all that much about Erinde, but he was still pretty angry about this one, which was understandable when he saw the little bird.

No, should I say, exactly, the exchange between the little bird and the samaroon?

So he decided that he shouldn't imitate it any more to piss him off, and pulled the samaroon half forcefully, intoxicated by the feel of Seto's hair, to the school building with the dean's office.

"... Huh? Is that it, Mr. Ray? Is that it? What about Seto? I did stroke Seto..."

Samaroon finally returns to me because he walked into a school building with the dean's office and left Seto.

In his personal memory, he should have stroked Seto outside, but at some point... it would be natural to be surprised that he was inside the school building if he really realized that at some point, time had flown.

Normally, no matter how much Seto's hair touches and feels good, you will never forget me so far.

However, in this case, Samaroon's strong interest in Seto, the cold feeling of being outside in the winter at night, the smoothness of Seto's hair touch, and the warmth caused by Seto's body temperature were all factors that made him forget me.

It may also have affected the fact that I saw a skill just before, not magic but a great use of magic itself: the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor.

Either way, Samaroon keeps looking around with that amazing look on his face.

But Ray pulls a samaroon like that without question.

"Look, let's go. If you keep waiting for Erinde, it's gonna taste a lot worse."

Fortunately, when Ray and Samaroon confirmed that they had entered the school building, the little bird walked away from the Rays.

I guess I trust Ray to that extent if I don't imitate him to run away if he gets here.

"Ah, yes.... That said there was such a thing."

"No, that's... even if it's towards the great guy at this cadet school"

"No, the dean respects you, doesn't he? That is an unmistakable fact. But after all, here's the thing... what can I say? You don't want to get too angry if you can."

"That's the same for me."

That's what I would have told you, Ray, but you can say Samaroon is a complete one when it comes to this one.

Ray was trying to use the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor to invite a raid, or to lure someone who was watching him, because Samaroon didn't know that.

It's just that Ray trains his magical skills, so he came along with interest...

Though Samaroon had little regret than seeing the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor.

"Sa, I got it.... Ready?

"It's not very good... you can't even say that, can you?

"Right. I'd love to stay acquainted with it if I could, too, but you wouldn't either. Then let's go."

If you knock on the door with that word, you'll hear a reply right from across it asking you to go inside.

That's how I waited for Ray and Samaroon, who entered the dean's office, to look at Erinde with a sitting eye with a grumpy look on his face.

I'm usually an elf who can't judge both men and women, but when I'm doing this now, it's extra hard to make that decision.

(Angry, I thought you were angry... but I didn't think you were angry so far)

Erinde, looking like an angry mind, opens his mouth to Ray and Samaroon with a cold gaze as he lowers the little bird ringing on his shoulder onto his desk.

"Well, Lord Ray. Naturally, I think I understand why you called me here... but let me ask you this first. Why are you doing this?

To Ray, Elinde asks with a gaze that prompts words.

Ray opens his mouth as he takes that gaze.

"I think I know why. If you still can't say it... right, like towing, attracting, intimidating, advising, etc."

"I guess. I thought you probably would. I'm not saying that's bad, but if you still want to do something, maybe you could have had a word here in advance?

"I think it was bad on that point. It's just that I just came up with something."

"Just because I came up with it, I hope you don't feel comfortable imitating me like that. Especially with that skill thing. Whatever happened to your magic explosion? I accidentally squirted the hot wine I was drinking."

Ha, and Elinde, who sighs and fools.

You're not as angry as I thought when I saw Erinde like that? And I doubt it, Ray, but it was Samaroon who didn't understand the situation the most as it stands.

"Excuse me, but I don't really understand what you two are talking about. Do you mind if I tell you more about it?

"... Lord Ray. Did you take Samaroon out without telling us the whole story?

The gaze blamed by Erinde is pointed, and Ray opens his mouth gently out of sight.

"I didn't know how much information to give. Besides, it's quicker to finish the details here, isn't it?

"Ha, that's enough. Okay, I'll explain.... okay, samaroon. Lord Ray, someone's after us. It's like using poison arrows in class."

"What? Uh, the... is that true?

I don't know what Erinde is talking about. Samaroons that raise their voices that way.

Naturally. This Graciar is arguably the home of the Duke of Quent family.

So raiding Ray, where the Duke of Quent hides, is a complete crushing of the Duke of Quent's face.

If it's normal, no one would do that first.

Which means that the unusual are doing it...

"Mr. Ray, is there anything on your mind?

"... well, I have a lot on my mind. That's a lot of trouble to count."

"Uh..."

Sure, and Samaroon snorts unexpectedly.

Given Ray's character, there will be many enemies.

Most recently, that's not surprising that the royalist nobility to which the Duke of Quent belongs has come after him.

That, too, was not the intention of the Duke of Quent, and his men were discretionary.

"Well, I don't know if Lord Ray can handle being targeted by a normal opponent, but the problem is the poison arrow he's been using."

"That being said, you said it earlier. But the poison arrow, what can you say, is that it's often used in assassinations?

The words out of Samaroon's mouth were an indisputable fact.

It is not uncommon for poison to be used in assassinations than in ancient times...... on the contrary, I would say that it is one of the most common methods of assassination.

The poison is also common such as that made from plants and animals... In this case, the poison was the problem.

"Well, if this poison weren't for heavenly tears, I wouldn't have cared that much about this one either. Samaroon would know better, but this poison called Heavenly Tears is a very powerful fierce poison. That's enough to make a scratch fatal. At the same time, it takes a lot of work to make"

"Heavenly Tears!?

Probably because the words that came out of Erinde's mouth were unexpected. Samaroon turns his gaze reflexively toward Ray.

"Is that true?

"Unfortunately I can't say anything because I'm not familiar with poison, but if Elf's Erinde is going to say this, I guess it's an unmistakable fact"

"That's the thing. Anyway, Lord Ray can prepare heavenly tears and is being targeted by those who can use them. Considering that, you know I don't want you to make any far-fetched moves, right? I mean, Lord Ray's behavior this time was a little... no, it would have meant something quite arbitrary."

Erinde, who once again turned his gaze to Ray with a fixed eye, will preach to Ray and Samaroon for nearly an hour after this.

... Samaroons are completely ray-wrapped shapes.