Legend

Duke of Quento. A heavy town of kings, the largest faction of the kingdom of Mireana, with more nobles than aristocrats and neutrals.

Ray shook back the hand he was offered, surprised that such a person was offering himself a hand shake.

I used to hear stories about people in front of me being politely loud, and I thought they were bad opponents because of preconceptions.

But the person who is shaking hands like this right now doesn't seem as politely loud as they say.

"Hmm, is this the hand of an adventurer with a deep red alias?... That's a strange hand. Non looks like this and is used to seeing a strong opponent. But the Lord doesn't seem very strong in his eyes."

Gently releasing Ray's hand, Ronald looks at Ray's face next to his and squeaks.

Numerous actions Ray has taken so far...... I don't imitate him to insult him because he understands what it's like to be a feat, but if he didn't know anything, he wouldn't have considered Ray a very high ranking adventurer named Rank B.

The boy in front of Ronald seemed so odd.

Most of all, Ronald doesn't feel like discriminating because he seemed odd.

If it's a strange existence in the first place, then my beloved daughter is strange enough.

He is about ten years old and has the ability to use clear brains and some magic, and furthermore even carries out his work as a nobleman on behalf of his father.

Thinking that far, Ronald turns his gaze and opens his mouth to the person before him again that this is not the time to think about such things.

"Thanks to your Lord, those who were currently working great injustice among the Kings are being punished one after the other. Of course not all the aristocrats who work wrongfully can be disposed of, but still quite a few aristocrats will lose their titles in this case or, worse still, even strip them of their titles"

"... that's it, is it?

To Ronald's words, Ray opens his mouth unexpectedly.

I heard about doing the solemn act of discipline, but still, I never thought I would step in until I stripped him of his title.

Title stripping... which means being disidentified from nobility to civilians.

It will be difficult to live first if those who have ever behaved arrogantly as nobles and lived a life of luxury are disguised as civilians.

Humans, once you remember luxury, it's impossible to stop it… but it's true that it's difficult.

Sometimes if you are buying grudges from civilians, you will be killed, and it is not uncommon to say that you owe money because you cannot lower your standard of living, that wives and daughters become prostitutes, and that you and your sons become slaves...

On the contrary, it is even common as the end of those stripped of their titles.

Not all nobles will, of course.

Some of them have succeeded as merchants by turning their minds and running to the path of commerce, and there are even those who have become adventurers and returned to nobility with great merit, and even those who have become kings with interest in their own country.

Still, it is true that only a few have achieved such success.

"That's right. Some of them were imposing outrageous taxes on their inhabitants, and even those who were very serious about enforcing such things as first night rights in their own territories.... you fools."

I can't stand it if I just remember, Ronald's eyebrows seem unpleasant.

Some words came out of Ronald's mouth about what the royalist nobility was doing just by looking at it, and Ray, who hated nobility, somehow understood it.

"If this makes it any easier for the Kingdom of Mireana to spend a little time, it would be helpful for me."

Ronald's eyebrows can only flatter me for a moment that Ray described himself as me, not me.

However, since I had originally heard from Erinde that Ray did not like courtesy towards the nobility, I would not speak out of dissatisfaction.

Because this is how I came to see Ray, knowing his attitude like that.

Besides, if you think the aristocratic dasker Ray is closest to also tolerating this attitude, it wasn't funny that you seem to have smaller vessels to reprimand Ray here.

More than that, I can only thank Ronald for his position that we can blame ourselves for allowing Ray to attack us after inviting him.

... As a matter of fact, Ray and the closest aristocrats, if they knew it was Elaine Kelevel, Ronald would be surprised and disappear somewhere else, too.

Having the alias of a princess general and the symbolic figure of the aristocracy being in love with Ray would not be very believable content, if normal.

"Right. Your lord caused a lot of trouble about the Kings. But at the end of this Solemnity of Discipline, the Kings will be able to dispel the stigma."

I want it to be so. No, Ray also has to snort at Ronald's words that he's willing to make sure he does so on his own.

Half-anticipated though.

Ray, prompted to sit on the couch, sits across from Ronald and across from Marca.

Then naturally we will be facing Koan and Iskeld who are on this occasion as escorts for Ronald and Marca, but those two have no particular way of opening their mouths even if they have gaze with Ray.

The only thing Coran would do is to look out for him lightly.

This is probably because we are aware that we are merely escorts.

"So, yeah. What is your Lord going to do now?

Ray tilts his neck at Ronald as he sips the tea that was on the table and asks what he intends to do now.

"What does that mean? Aren't I supposed to be teaching cadets here for a while?

"Is that okay with your Lord? What can I say, of this Graciar, which can also be called the Garden of Noun... it was also attacked by an enemy in a place called the Cadet School? I asked you to come all the way here so that there would be no rebellious attacks by the royal nobility."

I guess I felt sorry for myself for saying it. Ronald cuts his words once and exhales.

For Ronald, who has a very high title as Duke, this case was clearly a lapse.

Fortunately, Ray didn't want that, but if Ray was someone hostile to Ronald, rumors would flow to the aristocratic community that the Duke of Quent family could not even protect the guests he had invited himself.

Of course one such rumor would never bring the Duke of Quent family to shatter.

Still, there's no way that the Duke of Quent family is going to be intact, and it's going to take damage that's never small.

"And it was not the hands of Non who eventually defeated the assassin who was attacked, but the Lord Himself. If that is the case, leaving Graciar's security posture as untrustworthy will not stop him. This is where it belongs."

To Ronald's words, Marca turns her gaze slightly on the color of anxiety to Ray.

I was told by my father that I had brought Ray from Guild to this Graciar - not exactly because Ray was ahead of me.

There is by no means anything wrong with Marka, but she still won't be able to help if she feels blamed.

To reassure Marca like that, Ray smiles small and opens his mouth.

"Rest assured. I like life here a lot too, so I'm not going to leave myself. Until spring, when the request is due at least."

I guess the words out of Ray's mouth were extra surprising. Not just Ronald, but even faces like Koan and Iskeld have a surprising look on their face.

In the meantime, Erinde and Saldart had a natural look on their faces, as if they knew how Ray would answer.

"... Erinde, how's this person's qualities as a teacher?

"Not to the top... but it's good enough for you. It hasn't been that long since I started teaching, but I'm talking about three and four year S-classes being pretty much up in arms. Sounds like a good point after the simulated war."

That word that leaked out of Erinde's mouth could be described as a relief to Ronald.

It would have been tough to be polite if it had been, Ronald, but Erinde is young... no, he's been a friend since he was a young girl and he's had me as the dean of the cadet school, saying I can't do half of it.

Only such an old familiar friend accepted it without any particular problem, unless it was a cheap word or a public place.

This would have made me uncomfortable if Ronald and some of the people in the facade spoke in a cheerful tone.

"Hmm, I see.... Then, Lord Ray. Lord, aren't you seriously going to be a cadet school instructor? It would be very helpful if someone as skilled as you would be to become a subordinate of Noah. As kings, as non individuals."

"No, unfortunately, I can't take that story. I'm also saying to Master Dusker that if you're going to make a request as an adventurer, like this one, I'm not thinking about being an agent at all."

"... can't you ask for a favor from Non?

It's Ronald, a heavy town of kings. The power you have is quicker to count from above among the kingdoms of Mireana.

Such a man turned his gaze on me and asked me. If I were a normal person, I would have had to snort without saying anything.

But it was Ray who was turning that gaze.

I shake my neck to the side without even looking like I felt anything in particular.

"Serving a nobleman doesn't suit my sexuality. I don't like being hard at first, and I have a lot of patience and weakness myself. If you subordinate me prone to make a scene like that, I was wondering if that's likely to cause an extra scene."

"If you know that, you just have to make sure you don't cause any extra commotion.... Well, fine. Nor do I intend to force you to pull through the Lord. Such imitation will only bring disaster later"

I know more than enough about how powerful Ray is if it is Ronald, who is also a heavy town of the Kings.

Stigma, especially when even Saldart has been stopped. I dealt with those two stigmas, and eventually I won - because Seto was there - and I got it, so I don't even have to doubt it.

Even if you make such a person your own men by some forceful means, you are certain that there will be enormous damage when something happens and you are betrayed.

(And...)

Ronald turns his gaze to his beloved daughter sitting next to him.

Marka, who has a clear brainchild for inappropriate age, but at the same time there are many age-appropriate places.

For example, dietary preferences… I don't like bitter vegetables.

Daily play, for example... when it's snowing, I want to pop out and play.

And... obsession with your favorite person.

Obsession in this case is not just about wanting to put it on your side. It also means that my favorite person is having fun living.

The person sitting in front of Ronald is the one my daughter who has such a preference for these days.

That Ronald also fully understood on the subject at meal time.... It is also true that that is some of the reasons why I wanted Ray to serve me.

If Ray's loyalty can be directed entirely at him, there is still room for some means.

But I didn't think Ronald was going to be very loyal to the information he had gathered so far, or to the feeling he had just gained from talking like this.

(Most likely, having such a person on Marka's side is a bad thing for education. If you think about it, it's never all bad that you couldn't take this person)

Now I treat myself with an attitude toward the visible.

But I knew right away from Ronald's eyes that its inner self was never respected.

Its character, which does not regard nobility as nobility, is such that Ronald can even be called alien as far as he knows.

That it would never be a bad thing for such a person not to be on my beloved daughter's side.

If Ray finds out what Ronald thinks like that, he'll remember the impression that he's an unforgivable parent playing with bad friends.

That was never wrong.

"Then, as promised from before for now, I'll be the instructor here until spring. Is that what you think?

"Yes, I intend to"

"Right. Then I look forward to it.... Oh, and let me add some color to the reward for the inconvenience I caused in this case."

"Thank you"

Thus, once again, Ray was to work as a cadet.