Legend

Two days after Ray used the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor at night. The cadet school is also a weekly holiday today, which means Ray was walking around the city of Gracial with Grink.

Ray tried to get out of the city by himself if it was supposed to be tourism, but it was told by Ellinde that the targeted Ray was going outside the cadet school by himself, so it would be a mutual compromise that he would act with Grink as a result of the negotiations there.

Originally Grink's work was a follow up in class, and in terms of everyday life, it was Samaroon's domain... unfortunately, even if Samaroon is a wizard, his physical abilities themselves are not that high.

Considering it as a pure escort, it still means that Grink, who is training his body as a warrior, is above magic, so Grink was chosen, not Samaroon...

(Ma, I hope I can hear Graciar's unique rules as soon as something happens.... but you wanted to bring Seto in if you could)

Originally, if it meant pure escort, Seto would be better than Grink.

However, taking Seto in this Gracial is likely to cause various problems and disturbances, which means Seto waited in the stables today.

Seto seemed lonely knowing he couldn't play with Ray, but before evening he managed to convince me that he would be back.

But instead, they promised me that they would buy delicious food as a souvenir.

"I'd like to get my stomach up for now, is there a good place?

Ray asks, Grink leans his neck and thinks of something.

Today's Grink is probably because he recognizes himself as an escort. He was dressed in leather armor and looked like an adventurer at first glance, like a long sword-filled sheath on his hips.

Even though the height itself is bigger than Ray's, it's a small grink compared to the average, but no one gets involved.

That's probably because Grink's body is still covered in enough muscle to see it.

Ray, who somehow saw such a grink, was under the impression that a small tank......

Such a small tank grink utters words in a polite tone that, as usual, does not look good.

"Right. Straight down this boulevard, there is a painting with several stalls out on the side of the road. Luckily, we're blessed with weather today, so isn't there also a large number of stalls?

There are no clouds over the head and the sun is brilliant. Ray also turns his gaze to the sky at the grink he tells as he watches such winter sunny weather.

The sun's dazzling sky also seemed as if Ray had nothing to do with anything like whether someone was after him or not.

"Ma, no. Shall we go? I'd love some warm food if I could."

"Isn't there a stall that serves cold food this time of year? It's cold."

"Really? It's pretty good to heat up the room because it's cold and eat cold food in that heat, huh?

"... Normally, you can't imitate doing something that extravagant. If anyone could imitate that, perhaps nobility or royalty."

To Grink's words, Ray whines inside saying if you say so...

When I was in Japan, Ray used things like firewood stoves in my living room and electric stoves in my room to warm up and eat cold ice cream in close to thirty degrees in the room in the winter, but there are a handful of poles in this Elgin that can make such a luxury.

However……

"Really? In my case, I'm good at flaming magic, so I can imitate something similar. Cold dishes and stuff in the item box would be fine."

Yes, in Ray's case, even exceptionally in winter, he can imitate things like drinking cold fruit water in the heat or eating well cold fruit.

From the average person's point of view, I'm very jealous... no, because I'm far ahead of my imagination, or even an act I don't know if I envy.

"I envy that. So, if Mr. Ray's in trouble with the money, can you do business with it?

"If you ask me if I can do it, maybe I can... but it's not right for me to do business."

Going down the road with a small shoulder clasp, he eventually arrives on a street lined with many stalls that Grink had said.

"Heh... this is awesome"

innumerable that you can see in front of you...... that's what will cross fifty. To many of the stalls, Ray leaks his admiration.

There was also a street with many stalls lined up in Gilm, because the number of stalls was obviously higher than that.

(However, the stall problem is the flavor, after all. No matter how many, if it tastes bad, we won't talk about it.)

I guess that's why I grumble so heartily with remorse, because I still instinctively understand where I'm supposed to go, like Gilm is halfway home to Ray.

"Can you tell me if there's anything delicious and recommended?

"Right. I figured I'd like some soup when it's a warm dish. Especially the soup with plenty of utensils will warm your body and your stomach will be full."

"Well, so"

Following Grink's opinion, Ray orders some soup.

I had a decent breakfast before I left the staff dorm, but Ray ordered soup after soup, drank it, ate it, and headed to the next stall.

Naturally, it would stand out if you imitated that, but Ray himself doesn't seem to care at all.

I have the idea that even if something happens, I can always cut through it, and sometimes there's a grink when something happens.

... Although Grink had the most trouble noticing who he was escorting.

Naturally. The best thing we can do right now is we won't be discovered by those who are after Ray.

But the fact that the subject doesn't care about the area at all would be like telling the other person to find it.

With all that grink to worry about, Ray heads to the next stall.

The first few drinks Grink had soup with Ray too, but now he's already in a belly eighths state, just going after Ray.

"Oh, did you come to my store? You're amazing.... brother? Sister?"

"If you say one of them, you're my brother.... one drink please"

"Aye."

We exchanged words lightly, and the soup that came out was very different from anything Ray had ever drank.

The smell that drifts from the soup is also different from what it has been.

"This... is the first soup I've ever seen"

"Oh, it's our local specialty dish. It tastes a little funny, so you should try it one at a time"

Interested in the word funny flavor, I'll just try the soup with the spoon I was given.

Moments later, Ray's eyes were wide open as he was lowering his hood because he was in the way of drinking soup.

"Is this... sour? No, it's hard? Sour and spicy? It tastes like nothing I've ever had before."

"Right? You split quite a few likes and dislikes. I just really like people who like them. That's why my stall can do it."

If Ray had any knowledge of Thai cuisine, he might have put up a culinary name Tom Yamkun.

But Ray, who lived in the back of a Japanese mountain, could not have eaten a dish called Tom Yamkun, and all he could do now was be surprised.

Most commonly, tomyamkun is a dish with shrimp in it, but what Ray is drinking now is a soup made from dried meat, so it's not exactly Tomyamkun.

Suppose it's similar, Tom Yam Guy with chicken?

Ray stares closely at the soup in the vessel just because he has never eaten such a dish.

I don't know what kind of milky soup it contains.

Still, it was true that it tasted strangely afterward.

(To the bread kind...... hmm, I wonder. It's like it fits, it doesn't fit...... either way, I think the noodles are going to fit better)

Two things claim themselves violently: acidity and spiciness, but the very taste of the soup on which it is based is by no means a bad one either.

No, I guess it's because Ningro basics are solid that even this kind of sour spicy soup can feel well delicious.

"Yeah, delicious. I like you a lot."

"What a surprise."

It wasn't the shopkeeper... who told Ray that, it was the grink behind Ray.

As the saying goes, he has such a look as a heartfelt surprise.

Although usually in a polite tone, I'd say it's rare for a grink that doesn't change your expression very much.

"Really?... What about Grink?

"I'm sorry, I don't really..."

So he stops the words and bows his head small to the stall owner.

I suppose I thought I was distracted by the taste of my hometown because they told me it was cloudy but unpleasant, but the shopkeeper laughed and shook his neck sideways.

"Don't worry about it. Like I told him earlier, I know this flavor is highly habitual.... Well, everyone usually drank that it was my hometown, so I was surprised to come out to Graciar."

"Oh, you have that."

Ray nods at the words of the stall owner.

Ray himself has always lived in the country, but still has participated in school trips.

I remember being shocked by a lot of things when the tea bowl steaming that came out as a dish wasn't sweet, the potato salad wasn't sweet, and the egg grill was sweet on the contrary.

... The fact that the egg grill is sweet comes out well in the form of comics and novels, so I wasn't so surprised just to see it, but when I actually ate it and looked at it, it was quite uncomfortable.

Sushi eggs are different again, it seems odd.

And the potato salad would have surprised Ray the most.

In Ray's house, potato salad was commonly referred to as sweet.

So a soggy potato salad even gave me a kind of cultural shock.

I guess the shopkeeper felt something similar to himself to Ray, who reminds him of those memories and tells him. Point your gaze at Ray like you see your kind.

"Apparently, there are other dishes in your area that aren't very acceptable."

"I don't think it's as good as they say... I think there's an environment and everything that's grown up around it. Besides, this soup is delicious. Can I get another drink?

"Aye."

I guess I'm glad that even if it tastes less understandable to others, it still delights the taste of my hometown. The shopkeeper smiled and served the soup, trying to give it to Ray...

"Get out of the way, please, get out of the way!

The stall sways with the words, and the shock causes the dish the shopkeeper had to fall to the ground.

Then naturally the soup will fall to the ground...

"Ah."

Who was it who uttered the word?

Grink watching what was going on from behind, a passerby who was thrust from behind by someone and hit the stall, the shopkeeper who dropped a plate on the ground by the shock, or... Ray, who drank the change into the earth on his own behalf?

Whatever it is, it is true that Ray ran out of the soup he was planning to drink...

"Ho."

A word.

Out of Ray's mouth was that one really short word, but everyone who heard it felt something ominous.

There was never any emotion in it.

I just shrugged.

That's all, but the stall owners and those who watched the current series of actions nearby, even Grink, felt ominous about the whining.

"Food grudges are horrible. Let me teach you this adage. Grink, I'm sorry, but I'm going first."

That's all he tells you, and when he hands over a little multi-eyed copper coin to the stall owner, he runs off the scene.

It was a grink I could only watch a series of streams, but I immediately returned to me when I saw Ray disappear from front of me.

"Huh!? Mr. Ray!"

When the grink that follows Ray disappears that way, all that remained on the spot were the stall owners who couldn't keep up with the story and the people around them.

That, and only the unfortunate look on the part of the stall owners that Ray would probably have been on his way next without the current series of disturbances.

"Ha, ha, ha... I didn't know you'd release an assassin to Graciar. Uncle, you don't have much prospect."

One man...... someone of his age, like between a boy and a young man, kept running through the crowd and trying not to give his convolutions to the surroundings at all.

... No, it should be described as being precisely being cornered.

Because if you try to escape, the dagger flies in, as if you controlled the vanguard, and you're being guided in one direction or another.

Still, I had no choice but to ride that invitation in order to survive.

He ran in the middle of a lot of people, and eventually, if he noticed, there was a figure of the person in some alley.

At the end of a man's gaze is the wall.

It takes the form of a complete corner to the end of the alley, where the man buys a little time and pulls his long sword out of the sheath of his hips in an attempt to carry it until the detached escorts arrive.

"Heh, don't let the boy be impotent. You have to think about it."

"Yes, give me that life for our money."

"Kill? Kill?... kill!

"Whoa, calm down, you guys. We're gonna clean up and get out of here. It's been a lot of noise. They must have seen our faces too."

That's what the four men told me, with a weapon in their hands, trying to narrow their distance from the target man, then...

"Heh. You look familiar if you think of someone.... Still, food grudges are horrible."

Such a voice echoed in the alley.