Legend

"... Ray? What the hell's going on in a place like this?

Ten days had passed since the end of one incident with Stigma, and when the inside of the cadet school had finally settled down, Ray was rarely walking around the cadet school grounds alone.

It is still unclear about the killer who used heavenly tears against Ray, but sometimes other matters have been almost solved, so that he can walk around with ease.

Fortunately, the mock war classes were all over in the morning for three or four years, and I walked in my spare time because it was a totally free time in the afternoon, where I can speak up abruptly.

It was Ray turning toward the voice, but there is no alert there.

Because it was a familiar voice.

It was Aeland, also the son of the nobility, who was at the end of Ray's gaze, who turned so.

"What's going on over there? Aren't you still in class now?

"No, that's kind of sudden business, so go study for yourself."

Especially since you can't even see how you're hiding something, it's not like you're skipping a class.

Most importantly, I didn't suspect that much from the beginning because I don't think people like Ayland would imitate skipping classes.

"... if you say so"

As we silenced each other, Ayland accidentally opens his mouth.

"Yeah?"

"No, because Ray has gotten me into trouble before. I'm going to report it."

That's what I was told, Ray, but I turned my gaze to Erland like I didn't know what I was talking about... eventually I remembered that a few seconds later, it was when I finally reunited with Erland.

"Oh, that time..."

"Could you have forgotten? Things like being attacked by so many people?

"There was a lot going on over here, like there was a lot going on over there."

It was Ray who let him flaunt his shoulders against Ayland, but being attacked by a group that was neither an assassin nor as capable of standing up was not that big of an event for Ray.

(While I'm at it, you like the commotion. You think I remember being attacked by an assassin as if it were a daily occurrence?... Well, let me make an excuse, I suppose the impression of the three Stigmas who came out shortly after that was too strong than such an imaginary)

Ray, who for some reason goes first and gets caught up in a commotion, sighs small at his bad luck, opens his mouth once again to Ayland.

"So what's happened to you since then? Assassins don't target me... I don't suppose so."

"Hmm, you get it. Surely nothing like an assassin attacking me from that day on. That's why I'm trying not to leave the premises."

"... right"

That was Ray returning the words, but I couldn't honestly snort at them any more than I had heard from Erinde, the school director, that the assassins and thinkers had killed the guards of the cadet school.

"The Duke of Quent has nothing but gratitude to make."

"Yeah? Why? No, I'm sure you'd appreciate it enough to keep it here."

"Of course there is. But more than that, those who were after my life lost their legs because of the power of the Duke of Quent. That, too, to all the titles."

"Uh... I see"

Ray also understood what the word meant.

That's what Ray was thinking this time, I guess it's affecting him to send assassins to the cadet school.

They imitated sending assassins to the next generation of cadets. If you're just aiming for Aeland's life. Still, it would be natural to judge Ronald as hostile to himself if you imitated him like that.

It was the action taken by the knight who was partitioning this case, half-threatened by Stigma, but the situation is the original one. Just because Ronald found out about it doesn't mean he's out of his hands.

As a result, the organisation that was aiming at the lives of Erland was in a state of devastation.

From there, we arrived at the Imozur ceremony to the Uncle of Ireland… I guess the result was the result now spoken of by Ireland.

(As far as I'm concerned, I would have liked the Holy Light to be completely extinguished if I could)

Think about the Holy Light thing, a sigh leaks out of Ray's mouth.

There was one case of Stigma, Ray who initially had the expectation that this might kick Holy Light from the Kingdom of Mireana...... but that expectation quickly turned into disappointment.

It was a disturbance that followed last year's labyrinth city of Exile, but for some reason such imitation did not happen at all.

That's what makes all this noise in the home of the King's heavy town, which boasts one of the largest forces in the kingdom of Mireana.

Of course that's not something Ray can look at either.

But according to the letter Ronald sent through Corn, St. Light extended its roots to a fairly deep position within the kingdom of Mireana.

Ning Lo, if you even get to the story that the death of a saint known as Stigma is considered a problem in this city, I can understand that from Ray's eyes there is nothing you can do about it as it is now.

(If the Kingdom of Mireana is swallowed up by Holy Light as it is...... do we also need to leave the Guild and move our headquarters elsewhere)

The Gilm, where Ray is based, is on a land called the Border, and is quite unique with the title of Border Uncle of Dusker.

Still, it is a territory belonging to the kingdom of Mireana, and it does not change that it is a city.

Beyond that, if the Kingdom of Mireana were to be eroded by Holy Light, the effects would have to be felt.

(Sure, there was something about religion taking over the country in the Middle Ages in the other world.... like that?

If that happens, I can only get the worst end of what I think is certified by the existence of Sacred Lightism as a great enemy, he said.

Run away to the Bestian Empire if you're going to run away, or head to Ozos, a magical city that I've only heard about but haven't been to yet. Or else there is the option of a country.

Ray was thinking about a bright future for brain weather even in the dark thoughts like that, but I notice that Ayland next door looks at himself with a frightened eye.

"You talk to people, but you think about it... because I'm the other person, but imitating them like that to a normal aristocratic opponent will make them less impressed? If you're bad, be disrespectful... No, isn't there someone who imitates Ray like that?"

Past the back of Aeland's brain is the sight of a nobleman pulling out his weapon in an attempt to be disrespectful, beaten with Ray's hands on the contrary.

No, I guess it's your word if you do it to the point of beating it up. Because if you do it badly, it could be life-threatening.

"... be careful, huh? You really gotta be careful, huh?

The words were not words that came out worried about Ray… but words worried about the aristocracy that could hang in Ray's hands.

Neither is it a pleasure for Ireland to see fewer royalist aristocrats because of their far-fetched hands on Ray.

Especially not many, like my uncle, who was after his life here for a while, even lose his position as a nobleman because of the solemn proclamation of discipline.

In the dwindling royal aristocracy that way, it was by no means other HR for Ireland that the number of aristocracy would fall even further.

"Yeah? Well, originally I get involved with nobility in itself...... yeah, no, you do"

To the cloudy ray of words, Ayland turns a genuinely worrying gaze.

Ray, with such a gaze on him, softly misses his gaze.

While he doesn't really like to relate to nobility and doesn't even want to, he throws the fact that for some reason he is often associated with nobility all the way across his memory.

"Anyway, my case is cleared. I thought I'd let you know because I've caused trouble."

"... I'm well paid, so I don't think you need to worry about it."

A few days after the date of Ayland's attack, Ayland is asking Ray to give him the reward.

That's how they get paid well, so for Ray, I didn't know why Ayland cared so much.

Most of all, I never feel bad about being cared for like that.

(There are guys like this in the nobility, so destroy all nobles! Doesn't work, does it?)

The faces of the aristocrats, who can describe Ray's back of the brain as some intimate, are past.

It was Elaine, or Dusker… not a nobleman of the Kingdom of Mireana, but a Vihera, who had already abandoned his royal family as well.

Other than that, some noble faces float and disappear.

"That being said, I won't have a choice because this is my personality.... So, yeah. The..."

Ray opens his mouth wondering to Ayland, who is trying to say something.

"What's up?

"You know what?... I know it's a big favor, and I'll pay you some money if I have to. So... can you do a mock fight with me, too?

"Don't bring another abrupt story."

"... can't, huh?

It's not like pleading... but Ray doesn't know what to do with that gaze he's still asking for.

However, I decide that I should answer as much as I can, even if it is a request from someone in a class other than the person in charge, than in my current position as a cadet school instructor.

"Okay. Luckily, no class used the gym now. Let's go."

"Ah...... oh!

I also knew Ayland was saying he couldn't.

A mock fight with Ray is a lot of people who would like to do whatever they pay for it if it were meant to be.

It was natural to feel a little backwards because even if there was some edge to it, they would be forced to do a mock fight.

If you watch Ray move when he fights the assassins, you can understand how strong that is.

... No, I can understand that it's far stronger than me exactly, but I couldn't understand how much of a difference there is.

I want to get that strength myself. Strength was really necessary because I was going to live as an aristocrat myself.

Especially if it is certain to stand on the battlefield as a nobleman out of cadet school.

Squeezing his fist, Aeland follows Ray who went first to the gym.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

The sound of a rough breath echoes in the gym where no one but Ray and Ayland.

Naturally it was Ayland sitting on the floor making that noise, and Ray was holding the mock war spear he always used to just shut up and look at Ayland like that.

It's been a few minutes as it is and Ray opens his mouth where he is finally getting his breath done in Aerland.

"Come on, keep going. I wanted a mock fight from myself. That's not how it's gonna end, is it?

"And naturally!

Though his breath has managed, Ayland, with his legs still shaking slightly, stands up in his hand with a long sword for mock warfare.

Of course my legs are shaking, not because I have fear of Ray, but because of my fatigue.

It hasn't been long enough since I started the simulation, but still, Aeland's body was exhausted.

Usually, I don't get so tired to the point where I've fought enough.

But if Ray was the opponent, the story was different.

A wave of casual attack has tremendous power.

The first time Aeland defended Ray's spear with a long sword, he was blown away with his body in the literal sense, and he couldn't even understand what had happened.

Prior to the technology, the overwhelming difference in physical abilities was fundamental.

I knew how powerful Ray would be when I saw the battle with the assassins nearby. I also heard from my three or four year seniors because of the same S-class.

But look and listen...... still very different from actually experiencing it yourself.

I don't get the spear of Ray swinging at me properly, I don't play it, I focus on avoiding it. Now, I recieve a blow that I can't avoid.

While he manages to withstand Ray's attack that way, he takes out a long sword blow as if to poke the gap of attack that Ray occasionally shows... but that blow is also relentlessly played by Ray's waving spear.

"It's very different to having gaps and intentionally making gaps and showing them. It's a convenient way to get your enemies to strike the position they want, but don't imitate it as if it caught on lightly. Fight with careful observation. If you get in the other person's hands on the detour..."

I guess I had a bad feeling about Ray once he stopped talking. Elland desperately put the bounced long sword back on hand...... the next moment its body was dancing in the sky, not even knowing what had happened.

There is also the pain caused by the shock I felt, but I don't know what made me do that.

Still, I was sorry to be beaten to the floor so hard, I managed to regain my position in the air, but I managed to avoid being beaten to the floor from my back, albeit unnecessarily.

That appearance of rolling over the floor again and again, few would believe even if they were told that they were aristocrats.

Still fainting, Ayland stood up with his legs curled.

That's how he turned his long sword on Ray... and he jumped again.

As Ray goes through these days, time passes...... eventually the day will come when the covenant of the instructor will end.