Legend

"See you soon!

"We're going to visit Gilm again!

"Next time let's talk about magic. Hey!

"Seto! Now it's time for you to eat my food!

Hearing a goodbye greeting from the ground that way, Ray flies with Seto as he waves.

He is wearing a dragon robe, but the warm spring air touches his face because he is lowering his hood.

Still, the wind gets colder if it comes up to 100m above ground, but Ray leaks another spring air and a small grin as well.

"Gru?"

What's the matter with you? and turn back as Seto wings.

To such a ceto, Ray grins and strokes his head that it's nothing.

"A few days to Gilm. Unlike when you came here, it's easy to travel, so let's say you enjoy this cheer."

"Grrrrrr!"

Seto throats happily at Ray's words.

Again, for Seto, I guess it's the happiest thing to be with Ray.

After stroking such a ceto and looking at the meadow, which would turn into a green carpet in the summer, Ray turns his gaze to the blue sky.

The weather should also be called May Sunshine, which is more blessed than ever as a travel day.

… It is a very difficult time to say that it is only spring and may.

(When I was in Japan, the weather would make sense even if I said May enough)

For Ray, who lived behind the mountains in the northeast, early March and April were perceptions such as the winter and spring seasons, when it still snowed and the highest temperatures could not reach ten degrees.

That's why I'm so warm at this time of year, which I experienced last year, but I can feel a little surprise.

"People come and go a lot too...... but is that normal? If it's a Gilm-like neighborhood, it's still a good location."

Ray, who shrugged looking out at the many merchants, travelers, adventurers and others walking down the street, accidentally removes a small container from the mysteries.

That container, about the size of an index finger, contains bright red liquid.

"Not at all... don't do anything I'm not used to"

Passing the back of Ray's brain whining about the farewell party that took place the day before.

An insula that suddenly appeared at the farewell party gave Ray a substitute for three or four years from class S.

That was the container now in Ray's hands and the contents were concentrated potions.

Enriched potions naturally carry less and more conveniently.

The technology itself had been developed decades ago, but it was nevertheless in the difficulty of handling that this technology did not become common.

Though diluting with just water works, its effects drop extremely.

In order to have a decent effect, alchemy must be used to use magical water suitable for concentrated potions.

The difference in effect is that even if the same concentrated potion is used, the wound, called a serious injury, is healed if properly treated water is used, but there is as much difference as whether the wound can be healed with a knife that cut the tip of the finger lightly if the water in the area is used.

Because it's such a user-friendly potion, it's natural that the technology of enrichment didn't spread.

Because if you carry concentrated potions and magically treated water separately in the first place, you should carry regular potions.

I chose such a user-friendly, near-extinction technology-made enrichment potion as a gift for Ray because I heard somewhere that Ray's hobby was collecting magic items.

When they heard about it, they found an enrichment potion as a gift for Ray because each of the students offered money and it was a rare magic item.

"I'm pretty sure I'm collecting magic items, but what I'm collecting is magic items that I can use in action."

Even so, Ray keeps the concentrate potion in his hand in the misting.

He says a lot in his mouth, but if he's someone a little used to hanging out with Ray, you can see he's lit up.

"... I'll take it for now. I don't have any problems with potions, and I don't know where they can help me."

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

Seto mouths some teasing squeal at Ray who squeals.

Ray gently strokes the back of Seto's neck like that.

"Look, it's ten years early to make fun of me. It won't be long for us to have ten years."

"Gru!"

With such an exchange, Ray and Seto fly into the sky towards Gilm.

Some of the people walking down the street look up at the sky, but now they're flying about 100m above the sky, so I can't even tell if it's a bird or a monster.

If it was the adventurers of the war who walked the streets the most, they would have been able to determine that it was not a bird.

Even if that's a monster, not a bird, there's no way a normal adventurer could do something about it.... Yes, if you're a normal adventurer, yes.

"Whoa!

Unexpectedly, he learns that a wind cut noise has flown toward him, and attempts to intercept that wind cut noise by taking out the death size in an aggressive manner.

However, the wind cut noise was never fast, and it was slow enough to be seen because the noise was going to sound intentionally.

Before waving the Death Size, Ray, who knew that the identity of that wind-cut sound coming toward him was a rounded arrow, and furthermore saw that the arrow was tied with paper, grabs it with his hand where the arrow came directly beside him.

"What?"

"Gru?"

Not only Ray, but Seto is also interested in that arrow, turning around and squeaking his throat wonderingly.

What? It was a mouthful of ray, but it was obvious whose fault it was at the time of the arrow in the first place.

"I wish Saldart had come to see me in person without having to bother imitating the hassle like this."

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

Seto rattles his throat to agree with Ray's words.

The encounter was by no means friendly, but still Saldart was not hostile to Ray or Seto, so Seto immediately forgave him.

Now, I never hate being stroked by Saldart either.

Once hostile, therefore, the difference was enormous compared to Rhodos, who still disliked him.

"... letter. I mean, is this an arrow sentence? Maybe that's what we have over here... no, if we use bows and arrows, we'll think of it normally"

With that in mind, open the letter.

There's a short goodbye word written there, and the next time I see you, it's only simple that you want me to introduce you to the girl.

"I honestly don't think it's a longer sentence to introduce a woman than to say goodbye."

Exhale, but still store the letter in Mystering with the Death Size without throwing it away.

(Introducing a woman... I don't think a Rank S Adventurer would have any trouble with a woman. Or are there so many bad rumors?... That's possible. I remember hearing a few rumors about Sardart at the cadet school, too)

Ray flies with Seto enjoying the spring air while having subtle thoughts about the difference in treatment from noise.

Occasionally on the ground I saw sights of adventurers and monsters fighting, but especially passing without even touching them.

If the adventurer was a pinch, he might have gotten his hands on it, but it didn't look that way.

Especially now that the time has just come to spring, there are by no means a few adventurers that the accumulation has already bottomed over the winter.

If you imitate the prey of such adventurers, you will just be resented by Ning Luo.

If so, as far as Ray is concerned, unless the adventurer is in danger of his life...

"Ah."

I don't need help.

That's what I was thinking, Ray, but I find myself looking exactly like an adventurer about to be attacked by an oak in a forest on the ground right now.

The long sword in his hand had been bounced and pierced to the trunk of a nearby tree, whose adventurer had managed to distance himself from the oak.

Most unfortunately, that adventurer would have been a solo... and a woman adventurer.

A woman adventurer defeated by an oak. Ray already knew what that meant.

But the adventurer is self-inflicted, and as a result, the end of the visit is his own.

Than doing an adventurer, that's a clear fact, and there's no need for Ray to bother helping a woman adventurer.

No one will complain if you pass over an oak or female adventurer pretending to know nothing.

That's why...

"Seto"

"Gru!"

Did you understand what Ray was trying to say just because of the short exchange of calling Seto's name, Seto goes straight down to the ground when he rings short.

(Yes, no one will complain about passing through the sky like this. But that's why if you imitate it like you overlook it, I can't forgive myself)

Even as Seto descended to the ground, Orc approached the female adventurer, peeling and reaching for the leather armor that was wrapped around him...

"Huh!"

A spear removed from Mystering flies out of Ray's hand.

I'm always throwing spears using Ray's arm strength and body twists, but now I'm on Seto's back.

Then, regardless of the arm strength, it has little effect on the transmission of force by twisting the body.

... However, being on Seto's back and descending toward the ground means that that speed can be communicated to the spear.

Of course we can't do that without each other's breath to imitate it, but we weren't worried about that at all, only Ray and Seto.

Ray's arm strength and Seto's descent speed. The spears released by those two forces fly straight to the ground...

"Buhihi, Buhihi...... b......"

It pierces the head of the oak that was focused on wearing a weak opponent, pierces it as it grinds, pierces it to the ground and breaks the pattern.

The spears originally used by Ray for throwing are predicated on disposability, so many things are on the verge of being destroyed.

Not all spears are such spears, but it was true that more spears were on the verge of being destroyed overwhelmingly in proportion.

If you take a blow enough to crush the head of the oak on just such a spear, it would be natural for the pattern to break.

"Ahhh!... Huh? What the hell is that?

If I try to be an adventurer woman, the only thing that would make me sound confused is the sight that I was attacked by an oak, and when I realized it, that the head of that oak was gone and I was dead.

I'm a woman adventurer looking around, but there's only such things as the flesh, bones, and cerebral marrow with the head of an oak crushed all around me, and I can't find anyone who helped me.

If the female adventurer had looked up into the sky at this time, she might have been able to confirm Seto's appearance, but Seto and Ray had quickly regained their posture and left the scene after throwing a spear at the oak.

I didn't originally ask for anything in return to help, and I'm not going to take care of it until the end.

However, I only helped because I didn't sleep well when I died within my sight, which is why I made the choice to leave the scene without imitating voicing to the female adventurer.

"Ha, thank God... of?

Once again, she was a woman adventurer looking around, but when she wondered if she had managed to overcome the crisis of life and chastity, she next looked around again.

"... Crusade Proof Site, what shall we do..."

The crusade proof site with the oak is the right ear, three silver coins.

But in front of the female adventurer is the body of an orc who was destroyed in the head.

Not very much, but I don't think I can look for my right ear, and I didn't want to.

For a few seconds, he circles his gaze to see what's going on around him, and when he realizes he doesn't have someone who really helped him, he exhales a small sigh and then walks toward the corpse of an orc who lost his head.

"I can't have my right ear. But if it's demonic stones and materials, it's okay.... I'd like to finish stripping the other monsters before they show up if I can... uh, already. I wonder why you didn't bring someone."

Reflect on your reckless behavior while working on stripping the oak.

... while, of course, preparing to escape even as soon as the other monsters show up.

This woman adventurer safely stripped away the oak material and succeeded in returning to Graciar with as much meat as she could hold, and will be called the Oak Killer woman at a later date.

"Well, do we still have to move today"

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Ring as Seto agrees with Ray's voice.

A few days after leaving Graciar. On this day when it's time to get closer to Gilm, Ray starts moving on Seto's back, as usual.

But the trip didn't last that long.

Because less than an hour after I left, I found a figure fighting a bandit on the ground.

If that were all, Ray wouldn't have been so surprised either.

... Except if the woman wore clothes made of thin clothes like those worn by dancers and whores, and each had armor and toenail on her hands and feet.

And there's one little girl on that woman's side.