Legend

In the countryside...... that is the kind of village that is everywhere, Zacuña.

It is a small village with a population of about fifty, but there was currently a lot of noise in the village.

"Get out of the way, Dad! I have to go find Syrah!

"No! It's already sundown! If we get out of the village at night in this, we'll definitely be in danger. Think about it!

"But Syrah!

The man still leaves the village to take Syrah... he says he's going to pick the nuts, and he leaves, and he tries to jump out of the house to find the thinker who won't come back.

That's what the man's father is desperately trying to stop, but there's also a difference in age and the man jumps out of the house dragging his father...

"Calm down, you idiot."

With those words, fists wave down on a man's brain.

"Damn!"

The man crouches straight into the pain like a spark scattered in front of him.

The person who made the spark...... the person who was waiting for the man in front of the house opens his mouth as if he was frightened when he saw the man crouching in.

"You don't have to risk your life for that stupid girl."

"Oh, my God, you're my own daughter and you say that!

"Because it's my own daughter.... It wouldn't have to be you to go looking for it. I'll go."

"... Huh?

The man with the head turns his gaze to the man again wondering what he was told... to Syrah's father.

But if you see Syrah's father wearing a leather armor made of monster leather with a giant long sword, a great sword, in his hand, you can't fail to understand the true meaning of the word.

I used to hear stories about being an adventurer, but still, I never saw him so adventurous.

That's why men scream.

"Is your knee okay!

To the words of such a man, Syrah's father smiles invincibly and opens his mouth.

"Yeah, I don't mind. You won't be able to stand a long battle, but still better than letting your future stepson die"

"Become!? Gi, my stepson..."

It was obvious what that meant.

That would mean that the man in front of you recognizes himself as Syrah's husband.

... it's a half-natural syrah. Though it will still take some time for me to understand and accept the favor of a man.

That's why Syrah was not in that relationship with anyone, even though he was too old for twenty years to go and be said to be late in this village, where he often marries in his mid-teens.

That was a pleasure for the man, but it's never all good in the sense that most of it gets flushed out even if he makes a fierce appeal.

Still, this is how Syrah's father had the feeling of a man, so I guess it wasn't all completely futile.

"Wait, I'll look for Syrah's guy and bring him back..."

Coming.

He was Syrah's father, who tried to say that, but someone runs and shows up on this spot before he utters the word to the end.

Syrah's father, who was already in a state of calling him even Adventurer Mode, tried to move the Great Sword in his hand as if it were an enemy, but it was a familiar figure who had run.

This village is a small one.

So you can say that all the villagers know each other.

To such a village alone, it was not difficult to understand that the person who had run was a resident of this village.

"Hey, Syrah's back! You're safe! Don't worry, Regula, jazz!

Called Regula was a man who has a crush on Syrah.

Called Jazz was Syrah's father.

Those two eyes open wide to the words of the villagers who have run so far.

There was the most joy there was, but at the same time less confusing colors.

This time… I questioned that Syrah had returned at this time when the sun had set despite the summer and it was time to call it a night entirely.

Of course I'm glad Syrah came back, but still wondering why he was able to make it back safely despite all this time.

"Was there anything strange about Syrah?

When Jazz asks to confirm, the man who comes to report that Syrah is back nods back bewildered.

"Ah, oh. Actually, the adventurer seems to be with me. He said he helped the orcs take everything away..."

"Ouch!?

To the word oak, scream as the regulars have drawn their voices.

I naturally know what it means for a woman to be taken away by an orc.

So I guess that's what made me wonder if the person I like got that kind of look at.

"Looks like you don't need to worry about that one. We were talking about an adventurer knocking down an oak and helping Syrah before he did anything."

To that word, Syrah's father's jazz, not just the regulars, exhales in relief.

Just in case something happens to my daughter. I guess that's what I thought.

"So, what about that adventurer? They saved my daughter, so you'll have to thank her."

"Uh... well, that's..."

Those who had listened to the story about the caged villagers for some reason… The three fathers of Regula, Jazz and Regula question each other.

I'm pretty sure something happened, but I don't know what that thing is.

If Syrah is also being held hostage to someone, the man who came to let me know would be making it look more serious.

The absence of it is by no means something fatally bad, I'm pretty sure...

"Okay, I'll go."

I don't know what happened.

But for now, if you're a former Rank C Adventurer jazz, you can deal with whatever's going on, for the most part.

Jazz's judgment was an act from those things.

And if it's the strongest jazz in the village, then. Regula and his father are also convinced.

... I don't realize that the man who brought the news that Syrah was back safely had a subtle look on his face.

Seeing the three of them leave the scene in a hurry, the man opens his mouth.

"No matter how strong the jazz is, I don't think I can handle Griffon."

The words disappeared gently into the darkness of the night.

"Syrah! Safe... so..."

Even if Regula, who found Syrah at the entrance to the village, speaks that way, the word stops along the way.

Because at the end of Regula's gaze, Syrah was stroking his giant griffon body to make him happy.

Even the villagers gathered around them have not been able to talk to Syrah about wondering what to think of the current situation.

"Uh... Huh? What's going on? Syrah?"

"Ah, Regula? What's the matter with you in such a hurry? Even your father. You're hurting your knee, so you can't do it. Take even those adventurous weapons."

Coming out of Syrah's mouth was not a voice of relief, nor a voice of joy to be reunited.

Regula is relieved by Ningro.

This is it. I think this is Syrah.

While so relieved, he decides that he will need to hear the circumstances now anyway, pointing his gaze towards Griffon, where Syrah is stroking...... so for the first time, he finds someone other than Syrah and Griffon.

Of course the person, Ray, was on the spot from the start.

But Syrah, who thought he was gone, and Ceto, who shocks far more than that.

With one of those in front of me, I couldn't help but notice Ray.

... I would also have been surprised by the woman's face if Ray was taking off his dragon robe hood.

Either way, Jazz, Regula and Regula's father are all three relieved that Syrah is safe.

The next thing that bothers me when that happens will naturally be Ray and Seto.

"Syrah, the... what's with that guy over there and that griffon?

In response to an inquiry from his father, Syrah opens her mouth with a full grin.

"Look, you were singing when the bard guy came here before, right? An adventurer who was active in the war against the Bestian Empire. He said he was given a deep red alias for his accomplishments at that time. That's the girl."

This kid, and. It was Syrah calling Ray a kid against him, but Ray has nothing to say about it.

Of course, if they behave like that for the purpose of insulting themselves, Ray would also behave accordingly towards the other person.

But there's no particular malice in Syrah's case, and he's fine with that attitude toward Ray.

... If that's not funny or not, it's still not subtle.

"Right. I didn't know my daughter could help that deep red. It's Syrah's father's jazz. Let me thank you for helping my daughter. Thanks."

Jazz bows his head deeply.

Following such jazz, Regula also bows her head.

It was Syrah who seemed to wonder why even Regula, not just her own father, would bow her head, but if she was a friend, she would naturally reconsider.

"Hey, what the hell. So much for everyone. Well, I'm sorry that Orc took you away."

"That's right! Why are you out of the village all by yourself? They always say it's more than one when you leave!

To Syrah's words, a face raised regula screams.

For Regula, it was too much of a word to worry about Syrah, but that Syrah didn't get it.

inflate cheeks dissatisfied.

"You can't help it. We've all been busy."

"No, you can say you're busy.... Damn. Anyway, I'm glad you're okay. Mr. Jazz, I've been trying to find Syrah outside the village."

I don't talk about jazz stopping me from trying to get out of the village, Regula tells me so.

You say that? And, some people who know the character of the regulars turn their gaze, but the person to whom that gaze was directed doesn't look like they cared at all.

No, it was right that Regula, who is in the complicated situation of seeing Syrah safe and at the same time relieved and feeling frustrated by that Syrah's current attitude of not caring at all, cannot afford to notice such a gaze.

"I'm sorry, but don't worry, Ray, I got your help. Rather than that, Ray, I'd like to get you inside the village, okay?

"Hmm, don't worry about it."

That's what I answered, an old man who's been coming to this place for a while now to watch Syrah interact with Regula.

"Village Chief"

Someone in the villagers squeals.

With so many villagers gathered, it's not strange for the village chief to come.

"Uhm.... did you say Lord Ray? Let me thank you for helping the people of our village. On this street."

Just like the jazz and regulars earlier, I bow my head deeply.

"No, I hope you don't mind. It was a coincidence, and the oak is a delicious prey for me, literally."

"Oh well.... but thank you for helping Syrah. But as you can see, this Zacuña is a small village. I didn't know Lord Ray, an adventurer with an alias, deserved something..."

"Oh, you've already decided you want me"

To Ray, who told him so, the village chief gets nervous while keeping it out of his face.

Because I didn't know what I wanted.

As he also said, Zacuña is only a small village of about fifty people.

If there's anything a well-known adventurer like Ray wants, it's...

What did you imagine, the village chief's gaze is directed at Syrah.

He takes a multi-boy, but still Syrah looked above average.

If you want Syrah's body...... I guess that's what made me think that because the adventurers the village chief has ever met were all sorts of badly behaved people.

... Syrah's father's jazz is also an adventurer, but I guess that was recognized as one of the few exceptions.

It was Regula who immediately understood the meaning of such a village chief's gaze.

I was very sensitive to the gaze of that hand just because I was in love with Syrah.

"Become! Village Chief!?

Ray opens his mouth before that, even if Regula with blood on his head tries to say something.

"Anything, there's a specialty dish in this village, right? You're talking about giving me and Seto a belly full of that."

'Huh?'

Was it a totally unexpected word that came out of Ray's mouth, not just the village chief, regulars, and jazz, but all the villagers who were listening to the story squeak in unintentional voice and so on.

Rank B adventurer with alias.

Because I thought it would be a good idea to work with such a person and the reward would be cooking.

But Ray, who is gazing at the village chief, was never joking or anything...... he said that for real.

When he found out, the village chief eventually invited Ray and Seto into the village with a loud laugh.