Legend

"... well. You've been coming back a long time. I thought it would take a little longer."

Marca is at the end of Ray's gaze.

I look around, drinking the fruit water I got out of Ray.

"Hmm, is this the staff dorm at the cadet school? It's the first time there's been a lot of people here."

Ray exhales and opens his mouth to that voice with some unfortunate mix of colors.

"Of the holidays... it's daytime too, huh? Naturally, you don't look like many people. Maybe the other instructors will be thinking about the class by now.

Marca opens her mouth with a frightened look to Ray, who tells her she doesn't know that much about it...

"Your lord is a teacher too, isn't he? If so, don't you have to think about the class content?

"In my case, I basically wish I was doing a mock fight. And sometimes you put in a little play so you don't get tired of it."

"Hmm...... am I supposed to be happy that I'm taking this seriously unexpectedly? Or should I just be angry with you to do it more seriously? It's a subtle place.... Oh, and Ray. Can I get another glass of fruit water?"

"Yes, sir."

To Marka's words, take the fruit water out of the mysteries again and hand it over.

Looking at Marca happily drinking the fruit water she was given, Ray takes a distant look at why she decided to take Marca away like this...

It was three people, Ray, Erinde and Saldart, who were talking in the dean's office, but Marka's intrusion opened the story in half.

Ray wanted to talk a little more into it, but if Erinde still told me he had a job, there's no way he could ignore it.

But Ray doesn't think it's true.

(Was it a hassle playing Marca's opponent? Well, that's possible, but I don't think you'd bother to imitate that)

The relationship between the Duke of Quent and the likes of Erinde and Saldart is not bad... on the contrary, it was clearly felt from Ray's eyes that it was quite good.

For example, I don't think I would imitate that Duke of Quent's child Marca as a disturber, and perhaps for some reason… I can fully predict that even Ray would have had a story he didn't want me to hear if it were possible.

(But I don't know what that's about. Probably something to do with this one… then, is it about Holy Light?

As I think about it as I carry the bright fruit I took out for myself into my mouth, I notice Marca looking at herself with an enviable look at it.

I'm not just interested in fruit water, I'm also interested in the fruit Ray eats.

However, since I am getting more fruit water than I am getting... I guess I can't say I want fruit either.

Instead of the usual great attitude, Ray gives one fruit that he had silently to Marca, who sees himself somewhere naughty.

"Uhm! Thank you!

He says so with a full smile, and Marca reaches for the fruit.

Ray, who was watching that, somehow convinces me why Erinde and the others removed Marca from that place.

No matter how smart you are, Marka is still a child.

I guess I didn't want such a child to hear about what an assassin was like.

(Rather than cadet school, it feels like elementary school and other teachers look good on me.)

In that content that I came up with, Erinde said, 'Yes, gentlemen. Let's sing a song cheerfully,' he says. Patience the sight passes the back of his brain and is about to erupt unexpectedly.

I felt it might look surprisingly good, but I had a feeling that if I mouthed it, I would get some strange revenge with a smiling smile on my face.

"Mmm? What's the matter, Ray? He looks kind of funny."

"No, it's nothing. I just thought we had a little trouble."

Marca looks sorry for the words coming out of Ray's mouth.

I don't think I was happily eating the fruit Ray gave me until a moment ago, that look.

"Honestly, I'm sorry about Ray. I don't think anyone would imitate that in Graciar, which is also the home of my father. I don't care how many fathers have hunted me down, it won't change anything if I put my hands on Ray."

"No, ma'am. The lady called, and that's why I'm hitting my hand here, too. If Lord Ray had stayed in the Guild, what would those of the Kings who were rambling at will have done... I wonder if it would be fortunate to say that this was Gracial"

That's how Coran voices as he refrained behind Marca and watched Marca and Ray interact.

And Ray nods to agree with Koan's words, too.

"Right, that's something that would have happened sooner or later in this case. It's not like Marca cares that much."

That being said, Ray's tone is somewhat discouraged because he understands that this raid is a completely irrelevant substitute for the aristocracy.

"Hmm, like that? As a concubine, I feel responsible for bringing your Lord into this land."

"Lady, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind too much. Whoever it is...... that's what I wouldn't have imagined this happening even if it were the Duke of Quent. Besides, if you think this is your daughter's fault, why don't we just get it back?"

"... right. The concubine seems to have lost her temper. Well, let's see what we can do for Ray. You don't mind?

Ray, with that gaze pointed at him, wonders what to answer.

To be honest, as far as Erinde and Saldart were concerned, he seemed reluctant to involve Marka in this matter.

Even so, given that Marka is trying to get into his situation in more detail in this situation, it is Ray's honest desire that he refrain from doing so if he can.

Marca, however, is turning her gaze toward Ray with anticipation, behind which Coran is silently bewitched.

(Can we imitate that Marca's escort puts Marca in danger?

It was Ray thinking that way watching how Koan was doing, but I'm pretty sure whatever you say here doesn't mean that Marka will refrain from moving.

The only way to keep Marka out of danger was to accept the matter in great measure.

Originally, a former Rank A adventurer named Koan is escorting you, so you don't have to think about the harm done to Marka.

But an elite unit called Stigma on the enemy...... that's not necessarily the only way you can fully protect Marka, even if you're a koan, than with a bunch of people of rank A adventurer equivalent strength.

No, unlike Stigma, who always seemed to be in action, Koan hasn't fought that hard here lately, even with Marca's escort.

Only a former Rank A adventurer would be able to easily defeat him if he was about the assassin around.

But it was different to deal with someone who was as strong as I was.

He is one who has dived through the training ground on one hand or on active duty in a battle between those of similar strength, and one who has not experienced the training ground for a while, though training will continue, he will be dying.

If those two fight, it will be obvious to anyone who will win.

Are you okay? And Ray leading Koan through himself.

For Ray, a corn is a man who feels familiar and easy to get along with.

Koan, who can properly measure Ray's strength and does not imitate it as judged by Ray's appearance, is also valuable to Ray.

Of course there are others who do not judge Ray by his appearance in the same way, but the number is not very high.

To Ray like that, Koan had a grin to reassure him that he was okay.

"Damn it! Why keep all those men together and fail the raid!

A man's fist, wielded with such a cry, is sucked into the man's cheek in front of him and blown as-is.

The blown man hits the wall and stops moving, but opens his mouth as he holds onto the beaten spot.

"Damn, that was... things were working out until I was on my way, but the strange man on my way in got me talking in an unexpected direction."

"Huh? Strange man? I don't know what kind of man you are, but you're saying the raid failed to the extent that every man has been intruding? You were totally in trouble this morning, weren't you? Ahhh!?

What is amazing about the man who keeps making excuses is the person who was pulling the thread behind those who were after Ayland.

More precisely, he is a knight who serves his uncle in Aerland.

... Most of all, not so many would be convinced to be called knights by this character.

Besides, I guess this is the kind of character that led me to the position of a knight entrusted with backwork.

The man now beaten is also a bit of a well-known man in this Graciar, but still I don't think I'm going to go against the man who names the knight in front of me.

Before the onset of the raid on Ayland, I was chest-stretched when I put a piece on it today with absolute confidence, but that ended up failing, and thus feathers pouring fire on the wrath of the knight.

(Damn, what the fuck is that guy!? If it wasn't for him, everything would have gone so well... all the guys who came into contact with him would be caught by the guards or dead, so I have little information... damn it! I can't believe I'm looking at this!

The man utters a frustrating voice inside as he holds onto his battered cheek.

We were given information that this man had failed the raid because someone was there to watch the outcome of the raid.

Take a distance from the raid place and watch how things go, and if you fail like this one, you don't help your people, just watch how things go, and bring that information home.

It was information from a man entrusted with such a role.

"Damn, they're bastards who can't use it at all. What do you have to use these guys for? Damn!"

Kick the chair nearby as the knight curses the man in front of him in a dirty manner.

The sound of the chair hitting the wall echoes, but no one is coming to this room.

Naturally. Because this house is reserved for those behind the man.

... Yes. There is a proviso that it should be.

"Hey, hey. Apparently, it was a hit. I was right to follow these people."

To that voice, which suddenly echoed into the room, the knight immediately reacts and pulls the long sword out of the sheath of his hips.

The man who was cursed by the knight also quickly takes the dagger out of his nostrils and sets it up, looking around.

"Who!

I answered the shouting knight's words with the same voice I heard a few seconds ago.

"Where are you looking? Not here. Hmm, don't you see him as he is? Look, how about this?

With that voice, all of a sudden three figures appear in the room.

"Bye! Damn, when did you get in!

A knight waves a long sword as he screams...... No, he tried to, but that long sword instantly comes forward by one of the men who shows up and holds his arm and stops moving.

Seeing it, the knight man opens his eyes wide when he can't believe it.

I naturally had more confidence in my arm than I had in my back job.

Of course I'm not complacent that I'm the strongest, but I still don't think I have the strength to take a step backwards against the people around me.

But now I was stopped from moving the moment I tried to wield my weapon.

I can understand what happened.

Seeing a force in his hand with a long sword, or perceiving signs of action, he must have moved. It's also at a rate that's out of my sight.

I'm holding my own arm, gazing at a man in his twenties or so.

The moment I saw him, the man instinctively understood that he could never beat this man.

"You guys... who are you? Is that the hand of Ayland?

"Yeah? Ayland?

A man who was completely forgotten to exist while on this occasion opens his mouth the moment the man holding his hand answered so to the words of the knight man.

"Two men to the old man...... these guys! He's the one who was attacking the guy who was escorting the target!

"... these three?

With his arms held down, the knight turns his gaze in turn to the three.

Everyone of them is overwhelmingly stronger than they are.

I could understand just seeing someone who wasn't really my enemy.

In the first place, no matter how much force you put into it, you can't move your own arm that's being held down by a man.

Even looking at that alone, it was obvious that he had incredible physical abilities.

"Now that we know who Non and others are... here's one, why don't we put our hands together?

To that word of the old man, the knight had no choice but to shake his head vertically.