Legend

After his last class at the cadet school, Ray was cleaning himself up and then embarking on a carriage to travel inside Graciar.

On the side of the carriage, there is no sign of Seto, who is also Ray's partner.

Ray wanted to take Seto, but given where he was going to be heading, he couldn't even say he couldn't.

Seto seemed unfortunate that he couldn't stay with Ray either, but he still moved his body in a mock fight, so I guess he was able to exhale some stress. I went back to the stables.

... I guess there was something about me that I didn't really want Ray to force me into.

"It's been a long time since I've traveled in a carriage like this."

"Hmm? Lord Ray rarely uses carriages?

Erinde, sitting beside Ray, turns a strange gaze at the words that inadvertently came out of Ray's mouth in the carriage.

To such a gaze, Ray grins small and nods.

"Even if you have business to go somewhere, it's obviously faster to get on Ceto. When you travel in a carriage, it's not like I'm traveling alone, or traveling around the city."

"I envy you. My concubine wants to take a ride in Seto."

Marca, sitting across from Erinde, glances at Ray with envy.

It was Marca who wanted to go through what it was like to fly in the sky once, but naturally there is no way that Marca, who is also a Duke's Warrant, would have the opportunity to fly in the sky so easily.

Most importantly, if it were as small as Marka, we could manage to get it on Ceto, which Corn wouldn't allow first.

"Would you rather be a dragon knight?... In the case of Marca, I think it's okay to feel like a flying wizard because he's good at magic."

That's why getting out of Ray's mouth was a word half as close to a joke.

Marca opens her eyes as if she had been poked at the thought of that word, which she somehow uttered.

"... lady?

Coran next to Marca asks with subtle anxiety.

Because I have seen Marca with this attitude several times before.

And then, when it was decided, there was a big commotion rolling in.

… as when, for example, he went to Gilm for some reason with few of his confessors.

Thanks to this, the Duke of Quent family got a connection to a person named Ray, but that's just a theory of results, too.

Koan, wielded because of it, was something he learned a great deal of fatigue, even if he was intoxicated by Marca.

It was a koan with his gaze toward Marka, remembering his former struggles, but at the time Marka thinks of something with a small grunt with a serious look without the way he noticed such a koan.

The carriage was so full of nature and silence at the end of what Marca looked like, no matter what anyone said...... eventually I could see the destination.

"This is... awesome"

It was Ray who broke that silence.

It's at the end of my gaze, because it was a pretty huge mansion.

Speaking of the biggest building I've ever seen, it would be a castle in the imperial capital of the Bestian Empire.

It's obviously smaller than that castle, but it was the first mansion in Ray's eyes the size he saw, because it's different in the mansion and castle in the first place.

The Dusker mansion in Gilm is also quite large, but it still shows really small compared to the mansion now at the end of Ray's gaze. It's not even comparable to the mansion that was built in the aristocratic district.

Most importantly, that would be natural. At the end of his gaze is the Duke of Quent's mansion, because the title is literally different from that of Dusker's … Larks Borderline Uncle.

"Yeah? Yeah, it never means big is a good thing. It's only a hassle to use a carriage to move your own house."

"... carriage..."

To that word, once again Ray turns his gaze to the mansion.

Given the size of the mansion, it was understandable that it would take time to travel on foot.

"Well, if it's that big..."

As for Ray's image, is it like using a car to move around the premises where his house is built?

Either way, the carriage proceeds and arrives at the gate while such a mansion is depriving him of consciousness.

Only the Duke of Quent's mansion, and the people guarding its gates, could be called first-rate.

If Marca shows her face, she will be able to get inside and eventually arrive at one of the mansions on the property.

"Got it. Okay, Ray. The concubine will call his father, so the Lord will wait in his room with the maid and Elinde! Let's go, Koan!

"Hey, lady. Wait, please!

As soon as I open the carriage, Koan follows Marca, who ran away.

Ray and Erinde, the two left on this occasion, get out of the carriage when they have a gaze at each other.

There, as a matter of course, the maid was waiting for Ray and Erinde.

"Lady Ray, nice to meet you. My name is Cammy, my maid of honor. This time, we are going to take care of Lady Ray and Lady Erinde. For a short time, thank you."

Is a woman named Cammy dressed in maid clothes in her mid-twenties? I'm just serving the Duke of Quent's house, clean and very neat looking.

"Nice to meet you, Cammy."

Is Erinde familiar with his face, he casually says so and walks out.

Ray followed those two and walked into the building.

"Heh..."

A glance at the room Cammy showed me leaks an exclamation from Ray's mouth.

Several paintings were decorated in the room, and several pieces of furniture were present.

All of that is a sufficient substitute to entertain the eyes of those who wait here, and the fact is Ray is blinded by the sight.

"I guess the Duke of Quent cares a lot about Ray, too, that Lord Ray will be guided into this room. Didn't you?"

As Erinde sits on the couch and looks at Cammy and asks, Cammy smiles and opens her mouth as she places her brewed standing tea on the table.

"I was just told to entertain you two."

"Hmm.... Ray, don't let Cammy worry you too much. She's a former Rank B Adventurer, even if she looks like this."

"Oh, it's been a long time, so I don't think we'll be so vigilant."

"Really? Ma, I'm employed by the Duke of Quent, and I don't think I have anything to worry about. Ray better watch out."

It was Erinde who told him so, but Ray nodded lightly without even showing any particular surprise at the words, and he returned to the room's appreciation.

Even from Ray's eyes, it was felt that the maids who looked after themselves in front of them had considerable power.

Nothing. The thought is strong that Ray won't need to be particularly vigilant than he's not hostile to the Duke of Quent.

Cammy looks a little surprised at Ray's appearance.

Even if it's not hostile, if it's normal, if someone with Cammy's arm is nearby, he'll be on guard.

But even if Ray finds out who Cammy is, he hardly seems to care about it.

Of course it's not total indifference, I guess the minimum consciousness is right for it. Still, I wasn't pointing any further consciousness at it.

(Is it because you think you can do whatever it takes?... even if that area is the same Rank B as me, I guess it's a different place. Me, who reached the limit of Rank B, and someone with an alias whose Rank B is only a passage. You get a little jealous)

I don't put my inner thoughts on the table, and the rooms pass a calm time.

Around twenty minutes after that time, Ray notices the footsteps of a few people approaching the room, and later Cammy and Erinde notice it.

"Apparently you're here. I thought it would take a little longer."

The door was knocked at the same time that Erinde, who placed the tea on the table, whined, and it was the Duke of Quento, Ronald Quento, the person who came into the room after a few questions.

Beside it is the figure of Iskeld, who would be an escort, as well as the figure of Marka and Koan.

There were also several other signs outside the room.

(Is the Knights Commander's own escort understaffed?... No, considering the Stigma thing, it's natural)

I was convinced by my thoughts, Ray, but I don't actually think I'm in Iskeld's vigilant subject.

Now Ray and the Duke of Quent family are friendly relationships, but Ray is regarded as neutral in the first place.

Nor can Ray personally be more alert to Ray as an Iskeld than he has various causes with the Kings.

... Most of all, I think that would be a stupid idea if I were dealing with Ray, and most of all, I'm not going to harm Ray with the Duke of Quent from myself.

"Did I make you wait? Sorry, I was pushing my job a little."

"No, it's nothing enough to wait a little longer. So..."

"Um, I know....... about two months to today, thank you for your hard work. I hear that the students of the cadet school were also well inspired thanks to your Lord. He also said technology in mock warfare has risen considerably more than ever before. I've called it in for your convenience, but I appreciate it."

Ronald told me with a tough face, but he is happy with this...... that's what Marca told me before.

It may be a good idea to spend time as a nobleman that emotions are difficult to show on your face, but at times like this you can mislead them.

"I was the one who had a lot of good experiences."

That was never a follow up to Ronald, it was Ray's sincere words.

The opponents that Ray has trained so far have been the face of Basrello, who cannot be said to have a complete foundation, or former guerrillas who already had more than a certain strength.

Compared to such people, the students of the cadet school are not capable of some foundation, nor are they capable of more than a certain amount of strength, like the former guerrilla facades.

It was just like being halfway between Basrello and his former guerrilla squad.

Thinking about it, isn't it going to be some kind of food in the future anyway now? And it would also be natural for Ray to think.

"It would help if you could say that.... Okay, let's get this over with. Surely your Lord's hope was flame ore?

"Yes, because, as you know, for me, I specialize in flame magic and skills, because flame ore is a variety of user-friendly materials"

A tornado of flames that has already become even synonymous with Ray...... fire whirlwind.

Just knowing that, Ronald also listens to Ray and is honestly convinced.

"This time I caused a lot of inconvenience to the Lord due to this mess. As I think I said before, the reward was increased to include the meaning of the nuisance fee in the case.... come in."

When Ronald tells him that, four men come into the room.

Everyone was over two meters tall, and the body had enough muscles to see it.

And each has a barrel about a metre high, one by one, and that barrel is placed on the floor.

"Duke, is this okay? It just weighs a lot..."

"I don't mind. If you hang him, he won't weigh as much as you do."

You wondered if our powers had been insulted, and the representation of the four men gave a flash of dissatisfaction.

However, there is no way that Ronald can ever have that look on his face, and that look quickly returns to the usual.

It looked like those guys, but there's no way Ronald would have missed that.

Decided it wasn't a good idea to keep the grievances build-up like this, and spoke to Ray in front of the men.

"This is the reward, three barrels of flame ore."

"... there seem to be four barrels?

"Mm-hmm. That's a memorial to getting to know your lord, or Marka's trouble."

The words out of Ronald's mouth poke Ray's intentions.

Originally, two barrels of flame ore was the reward.

But I guess that made it three barrels because it allowed Stigma to raid, but I didn't expect to get any more alternatives to flame ore there.

"Is that okay?

"If you get it, I'd be happy to have it this way....... inside that other barrel will be wind thunder ore. Pretty rare stuff, you know?

"... yes, of course. I didn't think I'd even get that."

If a flame ore is an ore with flame magic, wind thunder ore is an ore with two magic powers: wind and thunder.

The name Flame Ore is Ore with Fire and Stronger Flame Attributes, but Magic Ore with Separate Attributes is more rare in value and usage.

(If you get caught in a fire whirlwind, you'll probably get bigger of the fire whirlwind itself with the magic of the wind, and even more lightning with the magic of thunder... Plus, naturally, if you bring it to a blacksmith or alchemist, it's also a magic item ingredient.... With that said, I wonder what happened to spears the long sword you took from the noise. Do you want me to show my face when I get back to Gilm)

With that prediction, Ray moves closer to the barrel.

"You seem satisfied. Above all. Then I want you to put it away."

"Yes, thank you. I never thought I'd get anything like this."

As he returns his words to Ronald, he touches the barrel and stores it in the mysteries.

The men who had carried the barrel were surprised as they opened their eyes wide to the appearance, and gave a convincing look to Ronald's words earlier.

Thus the handover of the reward ended… the only remaining event was the farewell party that would take place this evening.