Legend

"This is..."

Ray clogs his words into the sight that spreads in front of him.

Seeing Ray's attitude like that, he loses words to the beauty of the magic items that he… and his ancestors have collected, the Real Duct opens his mouth, even as he endures the pain in both arms that he still feels.

"I don't know, a bunch of magic items that go to my house."

This room...... until I came to the room where the magic items were stored, it was a relduct that had a naughty attitude toward Ray, but I guess I regained some confidence in how Ray is doing now.

Not so much as when we first met... but such confidence was manifested in attitude.

I guess that change of tone about Ray also came from that confidence.

But...... such relduct confidence is then lightly shattered with words coming out of Ray's mouth.

"I can't use it."

"... na!?

Even if there is something to be praised for, Lerduct, who didn't think he was going to be discouraged, is stunned by such a lay attitude for a moment.

Still, I didn't eat Ray, probably because the pain in both shoulders is telling me something called the absolute difference in power between Ray and myself.

"Well, I was quite confident... what didn't you care?

My attitude when dealing with Ray also returns to what was grubby again.

Ray opens his mouth as he gazes at such a change in the attitude of the Real Duct.

"In the first place. The magic items here are basically works of art and that kind of lineage, right?

"It's, well"

To Ray's words, Lerduct nods without any particular scrutiny.

Seeing it, Ray finally understood that Lerduct was collecting his information, and even if collecting magic items was his hobby, he didn't know what substitute the magic items he collected were.

Basically, a magic item that Ray collects is a substitute that you can actually use.

Substitutes that can be used in battle like Death Size, Twilight Spear, and Tsu Spear.

A substitute for normal use in everyday life, like magic tents, running water daggers and stone kilns.

Other than that, I have a few magic items, all of which are often actually used.

Of course they are objects of art but also magic items, like jewellery boxes made of jewellery, paintings, bronze statues, sculptures, etc., like those in front of you… they are also valuable items for those who know their value.

But Ray is not particularly interested in substitutes such as works of art.

Even if it's like seeing a painting decorated in a Dusker mansion or in the Guildmaster's office, I don't understand that the work of art is distracting me, and that's what I use a lot of money to buy and collect art.

... It may not be possible to understand that Ray is collecting a number of magic items to actually use if you try others.

(At the end of the day, are values for each person?... and it's not like these works of art are worthless)

Ray doesn't know exactly what kind of magic item it has in front of him.

But still, this is how the Real Duct was doing, so it's understandable that it's worth it.

(Well, it's not like it's possible that you're being fooled by a fake)

Even when I was in Japan, I saw people talking on TV about being fooled by fake brands.

Unless you're fooled that way, perhaps a magic item ahead of Ray's gaze is something of great value.

"What does this jewelry box do?

"That's a magic item, if you open it, the music will go off."

"Uh... I see"

Could it be your own hometown who made this? And I thought for a moment Ray, but if it's something like Orgol, I understand it's such a strange story even if it was conceived in this Elgin... I'll keep it in Mystering.

"Ahhh!

"What's wrong with you?

"... no"

Originally this hand magic item is not Ray's hobby. However, it is understandable that the Real Duct cares about this magic item, so it would have a great effect as retaliation against the Real Duct to take this away, and that's what I did.

"Is this painting a magic item too?

"Huh? Oh, yes. Flushing magic changes the background of the painting."

With only a little interest in explaining such a relduct, Ray sheds magic on the paintings that were decorated.

The painting showed a woman smiling in the spring meadows, but in the next moment it became a blue sky with no summer clouds, and the meadows were clearly stretched out more than a few seconds ago.

Even more magical, the content of the painting changes to such conditions as autumn, winter… or spring, summer, autumn, winter at night.

"... I see. That's kind of funny."

It was very interesting that even Ray, who was not interested in the work of art, would change the content of the painting in this way due to the magic he flushes.

The painting shall naturally also be housed in the mysteries.

"Oh......"

I guess it's also mentally devastating for Real Duct to see the magic items that he and his clan have been collecting show off in front of him as Ray takes them one after another.

From the mouth of the Real Duct, a whining voice leaks small.

That's how Ray was storing magic items that took the form of one piece of art after another, but he realizes he can inadvertently hear something like a cry.

(Is that... is that right, you've come this far already? Then you won't need me here any more)

Ray, who knows what that audible voice means, speaks up toward the Real Duct, whose voice he won't have heard yet.

"It's time for me to go, but the rebels will be here soon."

"Huh!? Rebels! Oh no, why!?

"Why... you really don't get it? I'm guessing it's because you don't deserve to rule this territory."

I guess it's because Ray's words come to mind a lot. The Real Duct breathes reflexively...... then tries to say something, but it disappears without words.

And the face of the Real Duct can be dyed in despair.

Naturally. Ray almost destroyed the defensive forces - most of them fled, to be exact - because he understands that if the rebels attacked him in the circumstances, he would no doubt have no life.

"Lord Ray! Lord Ray said earlier that my life would be saved! Yet you turn me over to the rebels!

It would be because of the sparing of my life. The way I called him Ray was also associated with Lord Ray.

"I guess we just don't have to govern like there will be a revolt.... Well, fine. Don't worry. I'm talking to the rebels. There's no way I'm gonna take your life."

"Huh!? From the beginning with the rebels..."

Were they organized?

That's what I tried to say, Lerduct, but at some point I was poked at the tip of a dusk spear that was taken out, and I wouldn't open my mouth any more.

"I just want to say correct...... but not exactly. When I came to Count Realdact's territory, the rebels were already trying to move into action."

Although we've got all the weapons precisely, we haven't had to make that much of a move yet, but Ray tells Dae-jung so.

"And I stumbled into contact and told him that I was going to do this today. We had a lot to gain from each other."

For Ray, the rebels can be entrusted with the end of retaliation against the Real Duct, and the rebels can eliminate the power of the Real Duct by Ray.

It was a mutually beneficial contract.

"It's..."

Ray continues his words so as to block the words of the Real Duct who tries to say something.

"Don't worry, I'll only guarantee that you have life for now.... but I don't know what would happen if I treated them with arrogance."

Ray was talking to the rebels about not killing the Real Duct once, but still, depending on the attitude of the Real Duct, there will be no harm done.

Though it was subtle whether the rebels would do harm to the current Real Duct, which is being cut off from both shoulders and dirty all over his face with all body fluids.

"... ok"

Lerduct, too, probably understands his current situation. Instead of speaking out against Ray's words, he snorts back heavily.

"I'll tell you what, just because I've done something about this situation, if you imitate me laying down the same kind of repression again, I might come back."

That's what I would have told you, Ray, but it would be a subtle place to really come back or not.

Unless you have something to do in this land, but if you bother to come and see how it goes from yourself, the answer would be no.

But if Ray's mouth tells me he might come back to see how it goes, I have to think about that possibility, even if it's unlimited.

Sometimes, of course, it's about whether or not a reldact with lost arms can remain in the lord's seat like this, but even with that in mind, it's going to be difficult for the Count Realdact Territory to lay down a repression like the higher taxes it's ever had.

Not to mention that the Real Duct will scratch a great deal of shame among the aristocrats in this rebel case, and even lower influence will be further diminished.

Exactly, from now on, I was sure that I would not be able to move as I had always done.

"I don't know what you're going to do... let me take a slow look at that"

Tell him so, Ray leaves the Real Duct on the spot to exit the room where the magic item was stored.

Behind you can hear whimpering, sobbing, moaning...... such a mixed roar of various emotions, but from Ray's point of view it's nothing but what you deserve, walking down the aisle with no particular concern.

There were more than a hundred human beings in the Lords' Hall until a few hours ago, but that's not all we can see now.

I guess the numbers were decreasing in the way that many fled to the presence of Ray, and the others fled when they saw it.

If anyone had loyalty to the Real Duct, perhaps some would have stayed...... Ray could not confirm the appearance of such a person.

(You deserve it.... I just don't think the guy who ran away like this will be hired by Real Duct again. If the Real Duct is safe...... well, should I leave that area to the rebels to face? I've done my errands, and I just...)

You can go home to Gilm.

"Ah."

The moment I think about it, I realize.

With that said, I've forgotten ever since I met the rebels, but with that said, I was wondering if you'd kept a letter from Jazz.

It was near where the rebels encountered each other, Hazlui. Letter to Dostrite, Jazz's brother, who lives there.

Originally, the aim was to obtain the information necessary to retaliate against the Real Duct, but we've already resolved the matter by encountering the rebels on the verge of arriving in Hazrui.

That's why I forgot about the letter.

Together, it is easy to imagine that the contents of the letter would have written Ray asking him to cooperate, but there are definitely other recent developments.

In the first place, Jazz left Count Realdact territory to flee.

If so, I couldn't have easily exchanged letters with my family.

"You did.... Well, okay. It's a little late, but if you ask Seto, it won't take long."

Given Seto's speed of travel, that would be the only thing that wouldn't be difficult to give him a letter by the end of the night.

... Most of the time, usually, many people are already asleep.

Naturally I can't imitate what I ask at that time, so I guess it will be tomorrow to actually ask.

"Then it's wild boarding house today."

That was Ray whining, but the words have no unfortunate color.

In the first place, Ray's wild boarding house is wild boarding house using a magic tent.

That comfort would be far above the average inn.

Not to mention that this Count of Realdact territory is not a frontier.

You can assume that a vicious monster strikes in the middle of the night is not the first thing.

There are many bandits instead of monsters, but with Seto, you wouldn't have to worry about the area either.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Walking thinking like that, Seto comes with a happy squeal.

Ray opens his mouth as he strokes Seto's face as he approaches.

"I'm thinking of going to a city called Hazlouis, okay?

"Gru!"

Seto squeals happily at Ray's words... then less than a few minutes later, Seto flies towards the night sky.

Then for a while... eventually the rebels entered the Lords' Hall.