Legend

Under the desert at night, Ray was camping with four dust claws.

"Hmm, was it impossible to arrive in Gosh by the end of the day even with the sand aboard"

"No, still pretty much increased marching speed, huh? It was about tomorrow evening on foot, but we'll probably be there by tomorrow morning."

To the foolish words of Ray, the leader howl of dust claws whines as he throws something into the burning fire.

Ray turns an interesting gaze at what was thrown into the burning fire rather than nodding at Howl's words.

You must have noticed Ray's gaze like that. Howl gives Ray what he has in his hand.

"What, is this so unusual?

"... Well, it's unusual to say if it's unusual"

What Howl has is an object the size of a palm, which is used as fuel for incineration.

But... the fuel for that burning is not like a dead tree, nor, of course, a raw tree that is hard to burn.

Essentially, there are not so many species of plants in the desert, and, naturally, there is an overwhelming small amount to use as firewood when setting fire to them.

That's why we can't imitate that we don't burn in the desert where temperatures drop to freezing point at night, and as a result, unique fuels developed in the area. That's...

"No way, I didn't expect to fuel animal or monster shit"

The first time I heard it, Ray had a subtly unpleasant look on his face, but he was finally relieved that there was no such thing as a stench when he actually burned it as fuel.

Still, fueling shit is only odd for Ray.

"Really? It's common around here. Mostly, if we fuel the trees, we'll run out of trees from around the oasis?

A skinny man among the claws of dust...... When Odillon groans, the woman spearman Cardina, the little man Nicole, each nods back to agree.

"Well, if you say so..."

Whimpering, why didn't you notice that fuel was used when you used to camp with Zaroust and Augusto? And I was wondering Ray, but I'm immediately convinced.

When I was in that camp, I just walked into the magic tent at night, and when I woke up in the morning, I wasn't so far in front of the fire.

And I wonder if Ray would have used that fuel in front of him because he found out he wasn't from the Sol Rain country, that he might have an aversion to fuel that used animal manure.

(You were making me pay attention)

I still think I was letting Zaroust and Augusto care, and Ray just feels a little bad.

Compared to those Zarousts, Howl and the others used fuel made from shit in front of Ray and Seto without looking particularly concerned... is it still the difference due to experience?

"... it smells like nothing, and I didn't think it was made of shit until I heard it like this"

"Well, I'm not using shit as it is. I'm putting my hands on it and then drying it out.... Well, if I could afford more money, I could do something with a magic item, expensive."

"... yeah?

Ray asks the words out of Howl's mouth with a slightly more intriguing look on his face.

"Could there be a magic item or something for incineration?

"There is. However, if it's just ignition or something, it's just everyday magic items, but the price of magic items jumps at once when you burn them all the time."

"Why?

Cardina smiles and opens her tease to Ray, who frankly asks.

Because it is already night, I have taken something like a turban that covered my face and a mask that prevents dust, and now Cardina's face is hidden in nothing.

He is somewhat of a neat face and thus has several troublesome experiences to date.... I guess that's why I was on guard when Sandrizzardman helped me to be attacked.

"Of course, right? If we're just gonna make a spark, we're gonna need that amount of fuel if we're gonna keep burning it all the time. In this case Demon Stone or Magic. Then, of course, the cost will be enormous. If you want to burn with magic items..."

"You'll need a wizard or a rich man who can dispose of any number of demon stones. Well, a wizard wouldn't want to consume magic with that either."

That's what Nicole continues to say, as she takes over Cardina's words.

But that was also very interesting for Ray.

Because Ray's magic just doesn't matter if he describes it as inexhaustible.

"That story, a little more detail"

"... were you listening? I told you that only rich or wizard makes sense.

Compared to the first time we helped, we had also talked to some extent during our journey on a sand boat, and the language used by the four dust claws talking to Ray was largely shattering.

While feeling comfortable with it, Ray returns his words to Nicole.

"You saw me moving the sand aboard, didn't you? I can use magic."

"Huh? Didn't you move that sand onboard with demon stones!?

It was Cardina who raised her startling voice first, but the other three are no different in the sense of surprise.

"Oh. You see, I'm a magic warrior who can use magic. I have no trouble with magic."

……

The four of them listen to Ray in an abrupt manner.

Wizards are very few in number, and naturally they are rarely found in a small country, the Sollaine, far more than in the Kingdom of Mireana.

There are a few wizards in Gosh that the Eléma Chamber of Commerce has brought in loads of money, but only a few, with that exception.

Of course not a wizard of practice.

Yet now all we have before us is the power of a warrior, more overwhelming than ourselves, and possession of several magic items… and even more magic.

"Gru."

I didn't read the minds of the four of them, but Seto, who had slept a little further away, rang out whenever he told me not to forget myself.

Yes, we even subjugate a griffon named Seto in addition to what we just thought.

"You... who?

Howl shrugs small at Ray's appearance, which we should already call another dimensional existence compared to ourselves.

Among them are complex emotions such as envy, jealousy, and scenarios.

"You don't seem convinced that just Rank B Adventurer...... Right, if it's easy for you guys to understand... is it easy for you to understand when it comes to adventurers with aliases?

"Has an alias!?

Four voices overlapping again.

Naturally. Having an alias is close to the title given to those who have made a special feat among adventurers.

... although in Ray's case it was naturally obtained in the war against the Bestian Empire.

Some of them name the aliases they thought of themselves, but it's only oti that such people are laughed at with their noses unless they're basically holders of extra strength.

"Oh.... it just doesn't seem to have arrived this way yet though. Have you ever heard of deep red?

I can only ask, but if I see everyone shaking their heads, I still think,

"One of these days, you'll get my rumors here too..." I think. Yeah, maybe. "

If you look at Ray lowering his current hood, he doesn't look very, but he doesn't have an alias.

Still, I can't doubt Ray's power any more than I can see and know how strong he is.

Even though he confidently named the alias, Ray hastily decides to change the subject, somewhat embarrassed by the fact that the alias was not known at all.

"Let me tell you more about you guys. It sounds like a pretty good party when you look at it like this."

"Yeah? Well, just look around and you know what I mean"

With that said, I guess I don't feel bad about being praised. The look on Howl's face gives me just a little bit of a happy grin.

"From what I've seen, there doesn't seem to be a wizard, but there's a bow in the distance."

Skinny Odillon has a bow and little Nicole is a bandit. And Howl has a spotter, and Cardina has a spear.

Two warriors have one archer and one bandit. It was definitely a fairly balanced party with bandits for close, medium and long range attacks and explorers.

I guess I was happy to be praised by Ray, an adventurer with an alias. All four have a happy look on their faces.

(Plus the tight tie of the party was obvious when you saw him running away from Sandrizzard Man)

If the party gets along badly, it could also mean dumping and pawning one person at worst and leaving him on the spot as the sacrifice of Sandrizzard Man.

Without such imitation, I could understand the height of the tie if I saw that everyone was working together to escape. Most……

(Thanks for the help this time, but it's not always the best choice to get away with it all)

Squeeze inside.

If Ray hadn't come, I'm pretty sure Sandrizzardman would have caught up to me.

It would be obvious what would happen if they were attacked by a group of Sandrizardmans in a situation where they were desperately fleeing and less physically.

If someone were to be a throwaway pawn, the sandrizzard man who was following him from behind had to stop his legs, and the other three who were running were likely able to escape.

If I could do something about the sandrizzard man who was ambushing me, I'd be talking about it.

"And if it's just one. Still, you didn't expect to be attacked by so many Sandrizzard men. One or two of them would have chopped him up in my spotter."

When Howl tells him so, he rises from before the incendiary fire and pulls the spotter out of his sheath.... Yes, I couldn't see it from both the hip sheath and the ray, but from both the back sheath.

"Duplicate?"

Ray squeaks at Howl for putting a spotter on both hands.

"Oh, that's a little unusual, isn't it? But this spotter isn't as heavy as it looks. Even with one hand..."

Haul was happy with Ray's words to begin explaining the duplicity, but Ray hadn't heard that explanation.

I just look at my hands, trying to figure something out.

"Duplicate... well, that hand..."

Howl, who had a simulator in both hands, had a strange gaze at Ray as he tried to think of something.

But Ray keeps thinking about something without noticing the gaze... eventually, he gets up on the spot.

Four dust claws had a surprising glance at Ray with a serious look on his face.

I guess I didn't move into a combat posture thinking the monsters were approaching me right here because Seto, a little further away, stayed asleep.

Ray raised his face because of his movements, but glancing at Ray, he meditates again.

While the gaze of the four dust claws is pointed, Ray moves up to a little further away and stands up.

There is not even one cloud, only the big moon pours soft moonlight into the desert, and several stars claim themselves, albeit slightly.

On the desert only the sound of the wind fills the surroundings.

In the meantime, Ray takes the spear of dusk out of Mystering.

You were just using it in today's battle with Sandrizzard Man, and you were willing to watch and even train four of those dust claws? I was looking at it like that.

But what surprised those four was the next moment.

Ray, who changed the dusk spear he had in his right hand to his left, goes on to take the Death Size out of Mystering.

Dusk spear on left hand, death size on right hand.

Together it is a weapon of long goods and would have to be retained with both hands even one or the other, if normal.

Also, I didn't know four of the dust claws, but Death Size weighs nearly 100kg when held by none other than Ray and Seto.

Even if you don't know that far, it's a weapon with a pattern length of two meters and a blade length of one meter. It's not hard to imagine how heavy a weapon that is.

In the sight of those four, Ray first flashes the dusk spear on his left hand, then tries to flash the death size on his right hand… but his body is out of balance with the flash of the dusk spear, making the flash of the death size a very distorted one.

"Whoa!

The weight of Death Size itself is a lighter substitute for Ray than a single dead tree around it.

But even if the weight is light, it doesn't change that the Death Size is a long and huge weapon.

Besides, if you have a death size with both hands, Ray now has a dusk spear on his left and this one with a long object similar to the death size.

Until now, I have handled one weapon with both hands, but this time with one hand each different weapon... it also has a long object called a spear and a sickle.

Naturally, there was no way Ray could move to use both of them overnight, and Ray continued to train in what should be called a dusty dust claw for a short time... no, a two-spear stream - one of which is a big sickle - but a combat style.