Legend

The night he encountered Stigma, Ray's figure was on the side of the stables.

There is not one cloud in the night sky, and a beautiful moon shows its elegance, causing the gentle moonlight to descend to the earth.

Under such moonlight, despite the night, Ray was playing snow with Seto.

It is tantamount to suicide for Ray, who is originally targeted by Stigma, to imitate that, but sometimes on the premises of the cadet school, and above all, I know that Saldart is escorting himself.

"Well, I don't know where Saldart is"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr?"

What's the matter with you? and Seto tilting his little neck.

Left alone for a day today - not exactly, but it turned out to be - Seto is so sweet to Ray as he thinks he is.

Running with Ray on his back in the snow, we slept in the snow together and followed our tracks, taking the snowballs Ray throws with a couché...... and so on, enjoying all the snow play we could.

If it were daylight now, some might have seen Seto and screamed.

But now it was night, and sometimes it was winter night, and few of them were out there.

Those few exceptions are Ray and Seto, and Saldart, who will probably be escorting Ray in this snow.

"How's it going to be with someone other than us?

"Gru......"

Ray's ability to feel five senses, magic, and even a sixth sense were all mobilized to explore what was going on around him, but he couldn't find Saldart, and he sounds sorry for his throat.

Never mind, Ray strokes Seto's head.

I guess that was my pleasure. Seto rubs his face against Ray again, showing in attitude to play, to play.

"Oh, right. I left you alone today, so let's not play slow.... Well, there's a time limit."

As for Ray, there's no reason to stay up too late than to have class tomorrow.

I guess Seto understands that, too. It seemed a little unfortunate, but it ran through the snow with Ray.

"Sweet. I know I've said this before, but I don't have enough thoughts when I attack. Even if you attack with your getaway hips, that's just a look. I don't get the momentum."

Play a long sword waved at you with a simulated battle spear and stick your tip straight to the other party's face.

Four students had already fallen, and the fifth student was also treated as dead by the current blow.

I didn't show any tiredness or lack of sleep playing with Seto until midnight the day before, and Ray's mock battle was still tough today.

How intense that is, everyone would be convinced to see things like the corpses of students in the three-year S class.

"All right, that's the last of you. Take a break, so think hard about what went wrong with the simulation right now. If you repeat the same mistake, it will be well reflected in your grades."

All forty students raise their voices of understanding to the words that came out of Ray's mouth.

... Regardless of the students who fought Ray on the first side, those who fought Ray on the last side could barely move, and that was what the zombies sounded like.

A glance at such students, Ray leans closer to Grink, who was watching nearby.

More precisely, it means moving away from the students.

It is also true that if I were nearby I would be nervous even if I rested... but it was more important that I didn't want to be asked exactly what I was going to talk about.

"Good luck. Still tough, so that was a class for the students. This one you're watching, you'll learn."

"What are you talking about? I'm only an extraordinary instructor, and compared to a guy who teaches at this cadet school, he's going to be less efficient in class."

"No, that's not true. Indeed, we think about efficiency and what kind of classes to make. But it's also true that that's always going to be a similar class. In that regard, Mr. Ray is not the same class we've been in. You'll learn just to watch."

"I said I'm going to study... I'm just doing a mock fight. That's what whoever did it could do the same."

Even though anyone appreciates what they can do...... I guess I'm still happy to be praised.

You hated being seen with a glowing look, Ray rewears the hood he was putting down.

Such a ray, Grink smiled and stared slightly bent at the edge of his lips.

I'm pretty sure it's a sight that makes you want to say what you're talking about, what you're doing, if you try to make students who have been mocked to the limit of their health in a mock fight.

You don't like it when Grink smiles at you, Ray coughs up small and then changes the story.

"What happened to yesterday's case of Ayland? You turned them over to the guards that attacked you, didn't you?

"Yes, but it seems that those caught were so-called abandoned pawns... meaning that no one had important information. I've been told by Ayland that it's definitely my uncle's hand, because if there's no evidence of it, it's just a story."

"So far, after all, we're going to have to go to bed crying,"

"Right. But the guards are also in the form of crushed faces as they are. For example, you will run to get a clue at all. … will be somewhat harsh"

"We're going out of our way to make a scene at the Duke of Quent's home. You should think you're hitting your hand so you can do something about it right away, no matter what."

To Ray's words, Grink nods back slightly distorting his expression.

There's still no funny reason why your students are being targeted by someone.

Besides, I saw the site of the raid directly.... but after Ray defeated all the Raiders.

"So, what about my case?

I already understand that it is the elite forces of the Holy Light religion known as Stigma that have been intruding in the fight against the Raiders yesterday.

Besides, it was quite predictable that poisonous arrows using heavenly tears would also be the hands of Holy Light.

But as for the tears of heaven, it is only a prediction and not a certainty.

Maybe...... I really couldn't deny the possibility that he was a totally separate raider from Holy Light.

(I don't know what to say myself, but I still remember buying people's grudges. We really need to worry about the presence of other raiders too)

Asked with that thought, Grink shakes his head beside him in silence.

"He also asked those who captured him about the tears of heaven, but no one seemed to know it."

"I knew you couldn't do it.... you wouldn't think you could hide it through this period, so I guess you didn't know the whole thing"

"Yeah, I was wondering for sure about that. Nevertheless, you never thought that Holy Light would come out here. Was it more stigma? When those people show up, honestly, I..."

It was Grink shaking his neck sideways looking sorry, but Ray isn't going to blame Grink.

Saldart tells me that Stigma is the equivalent of a rank A adventurer in the first place.

You can't believe that more than what the proud Rank S adventurer of the Kingdom of Mireana says.... Given Saldart's character, I was somewhat anxious as a Ray.

Either way, more than that, the enemy would have three lowest rank A adventurers, and it was clear that Grink, now only one instructor at the cadet school, would be tough to deal with.

(Three... It's the salvation of at least three opponents. If it's the three of us, I, Saldart... and there's Seto. If we do well, we might be able to borrow a corn from Marca. That way, you'll be able to interact with the forces of the other side. No, you can say Ningro, this one is more warriorly up there)

Ray will also have to shake his neck sideways if he asks if he can fight Stigma on his own.

One person at a time would be able to deal with it, but when the three of them are together, they are not very, but they cannot get around to it.

But with the help of the others, not myself, it would have been different.

(Marca...... no, should we meet the Duke of Quent and talk through it so that we can borrow a corn at times? The Duke of Quent's escort has Iskeld)

The face of the Knights of the Duke of Quent realm passes behind Ray's brain.

Instead of holding the position of Knights Commander, Ray had a general understanding of how powerful Iskeld was, in the sense of seeing him immediately.

It doesn't extend to Rank S and you can beat it yourself. But the rank A adventurer would have the equivalent.

"The question is, how does it come out over there..."

Little whine.

Ray whined with the intention of talking to himself, but I guess he thought that was a word to himself. Grink nods back to Ray.

"Right. But if you were inside the cadet school, I don't think you could do that on your own. Even if it doesn't reach Rank A Adventurers, some have the experience of being a former Rank B Adventurer, and if you have to, some school directors. And Samaraun has a lot of strength if you think of him as a pure wizard."

"Seems so. Besides, there are many adventurers in the cadet school now. If you think about it that way, you wouldn't imitate it like you're going to attack me if it weren't for your extra suicidal desire.... I don't know if it would be a bit of a good idea to involve adventurers"

Beyond being an adventurer, you need to respond if someone raids where you are coming at your request.

I'm not exactly obliged to go that far, but I'm pretty sure if you imitate that you still escape in the situation you're being attacked, then you'll have narrow shoulder thoughts after that.

Not to mention the children of nobles and merchants attending this cadet school besides civilians.

If we were to kill such an opponent, it was possible that Graciar would not even be able to be in the Kingdom of Mireana if he did poorly.

Of course, if the assault didn't kill or injure the students, there wouldn't be a problem.

But if those who are still only cadets are told whether they can survive assassins who have more experience than they do, there will be no one else who can snort with confidence but the overly optimistic.

"Right, I'll keep you face-to-face with the other adventurers once. If they don't know my face at times of need, they can't even see me."

"Right, there's a three-year class B mock fight just this afternoon, where adventurers are more opponents. Shouldn't you try putting your face on there? I will accompany you, of course."

"Right, please.... Well."

Where the story ends, Ray's gaze is directed from Grink to the students.

There were students there talking about what was wrong with the mock earlier and how they could hit Ray.

(I know you're used to it, but you're starting to be able to restore strength in a short time.... No, this is exactly what it's supposed to be, until now you've been nervous about the existence of me, or something like that?... sounds normal)

Inside, I had a strange feeling about Ray that whatever I thought was going on, the students I was still teaching were still getting a little stronger this way.

If it means pure students, I have also taught Basrello.

But in the case of Basrello, it is only the foundation of the foundation.

It is also true that it was not meant to be full-scale combat training.

... Most of all, in the sense of full-scale training, we are dealing with former guerrillas in the civil unrest of the Bestian Empire.

"Now it's time..."

Glynk prompts me with his gaze, and Ray nods back.

"Right. Your break is over."

As such, Ray returns to his original location leaving Grink on the spot.

"Now, have we each been able to consider our own good and bad? You made it, didn't you? You're not saying you didn't do it, are you?

To Ray, who pushes as hard as he perseveres, the students of the three-year S-class nod back with a bad feeling.

Somehow I know you understand what's going to happen, but I want you to be wrong about that.

I turned my gaze to Ray with that thought...

"Then it means we've had our reflections, and we're going to start mock warfare again. I'll tell you what, to the guy who made the same mistake... well, now we're not in a group, why don't you do a mock fight with me or Seto on your own"

'Eh!'

Hear Ray's words and the students raise their dissatisfaction.

Seto, who is not in the gym today, but many think Ray is likely to come as soon as he calls.

If you really want to do what Ray just said, you're probably the voice of dissatisfaction because you know you can do it right away.

When Ray heard it, he opened his mouth with a grin that seemed to describe him as a nigga.

"Right, right. I'm so happy for you. Then why don't you get excited and do a mock fight against me and Seto instead of me or Seto? Rest assured, this is a cadet school, so there's also a good selection of people who can use restorative magic. And if anything happens, I'll use the potion."

To Ray's words, the students raised their voices of despair... and challenged them to a mock battle ready to die.