Legend

"Hey, now you've got all the trees you cut for today, huh?

"Ooh, it will. Hey, nevertheless... with Ray, it's really easy to work."

An adventurer who was hired as an escort here looks at Ray, who housed logged trees in the Trento Forest in his mistering, squeaks.

In fact, it was very helpful for the adventurers to lose the job of carrying felled trees.

... Ray also imitates other stumps where trees have been felled, such as digging them out of the ground at every root, so for adventurers and squirrels, it's exactly equal to treating them like saviors.

Most of all, the only thing Ray does when digging up a stump is use terrain manipulation to boost the soil.

It was the adventurers' job to actually pull the stump out of the roots.

Still, I'm not dissatisfied with the adventurers.

The sight of the stump spreading innumerably gets in the way quite a bit as it travels.

That's why it's also a struggle to pull it through in situations where it's firmly rooted, like eliminating stumps.

If you're like a high-ranking adventurer, maybe that's what you can do to pull through the stump lightly, but it's the adventurers who aren't that strong here.

If those people are going to do something about the stump, that's why they need to dig the ground and expose the roots somewhat, make it easier to pull them out, then tie the rope or something to the stump, pull them all together, etc...

If Ray does that, it's because of the terrain manipulation that the roots can pull a thousand pieces in the ground and pull through the stump lightly.

The other adventurers can't thank you enough for that.

"I'm doing it because it's good for me, too."

That's what Ray gives back to the thankful adventurer.

In fact, Ray isn't helping to get rid of the stump just out of kindness.

That's what they say in their discussions with Ray and the others that the removed stump can be used as Ray's favorite.

Try them, and the stump will only get in the way after the logging.

You get in the way of walking, even if you leave it there, and even if you pull it out of the dirt, you take the place.

If Ray gets it and stores it in the mistering, I'm not dissatisfied, even if I have something to thank him for.

You can thank me enough.

... some of them were dissatisfied with it because Ray doesn't care, but then if you ask me to do something about it, there's nothing I can do.

That's enough to throw it away somewhere uninterrupted... but I can't imitate carrying all the stumps on my own... not really, but I'm very tired.

There is no such thing as asking an adventurer for help, if it were meant to be Ray helping me imitate storing it in mysteries and transporting the end of it to a place where it wouldn't bother me, and telling me I get it.

If it pays off, maybe it's a different story.

"The stump is profitable, right?... What do you use it for? Dry it, firewood or something?

An adventurer listening a little further away asks, but Ray shakes his neck to it.

"No. If it's firewood or something, it's in there, so no problem. This is... right. For example, what do you think would happen if a stump fell from the sky when you were fighting?

Ray asked lightly, but the adventurers who heard about it get cold spines.

The stump that comes down when you're concentrating on fighting the opponent in front of you.

The weight of the stump depends on its size, but roughly around 150 kg.

That's all the weight stump comes down, so if you don't know anything and you take that direct hit, that's the only thing that doesn't surprise me if the neck bone breaks in one shot.

And the number of stumps in Ray's mysteries is close to a hundred.

In other words, that many stumps can be dropped from above to the ground and attacked unilaterally.

Of course the attack is not omnipotent.

Depending on the shape of the stump, the orbit may bend due to air resistance when it is falling, and may not fall to the intended location.

In that sense, that is what would be effective to use in places where large numbers are gathered and fighting, as in times of war.

... On top of that, Ray didn't bother to say it, but a tree burns naturally.

The stump is raw wood, but if it was a flame caused by a fire whirlwind created by Ray, it should have been able to burn it without any problems at all.

Of course burning means becoming charcoal over time, but that also means, conversely, that burning stumps are likely to blow up.

For those fighting on the ground, there was no doubt that the stump was an unexpectedly troublesome weapon.

Most of all, I was a little surprised and frightened adventurers about it... but it's a possibility that I won't be hostile to Ray any more than I am an adventurer belonging to Gilm.

In that sense, I guess I can say that the adventurers working this way with Ray are lucky.

In that way, Ray, glancing at the adventurers who were half comforting himself, calls Seto, who was vigilant around him from the sky.

"Seto! It's time to get back to the guild!

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!"

To Ray's words, Seto descends toward the ground with his wings winged.

The adventurers in the vicinity aren't particularly scared to see how Seto is already used to it.

Well, I'm going back to Gilm, so don't ask for an escort.

"Whoa, leave it to me.... Well, I've never been in danger in this Trent forest."

The adventurer tells him so with a grin.

The word was never meant to be a mistake, but at the same time it is not always safe to go forward.

Especially now that it's getting cold, it's not a strange time to start snowing as early as possible.

And if it snows, monsters who only show up in winter will also show up.

Now this Trent forest was still safe too, but it would never be safe if such a monster came out.

The adventurers who are escorting us know that... it was only natural for Ray to carry the felled trees and then to be stronger than they were entrusted with escorting them in this forest.

Ray waves gently and flies off the scene with Seto as he understands half the thoughts of such adventurers.

Dropping off one of those and one of them, the adventurers at least tried to do their job well, listening to the sound of the axe swinging against the tree, each entering an alert posture.

"I knew the number of people was getting much smaller."

"Gru?"

To Ray's words, yeah? and Seto tilting his little neck.

Ray whines as he walks down the boulevard with Seto as he briefly finishes the process at Gilm's main entrance.

Compared to a few days ago, the number of people who were in the process of entering the guild at the main entrance was clearly decreasing.

That is also a clear proof that the season is about to shift into winter.

Come to Elgin, a few years.

I'm already getting used to going over winter in the Guild, and that's why I can think it's time for winter if I look at this situation.

Most importantly, there are more people coming to Guild this year than usual due to the construction of additional buildings.

"Well, later I took the tree I brought to my usual place... hmm?

That concludes our business for today.

That's what I tried to say, Ray, but I notice people gathering in front of us before I say it to the end.

Besides, what you hear from it is obvious anger.

Not very, but not a mild event.

Most importantly, if that was all, Ray wouldn't have cared that much either.

Because the guilds have gathered many, including adventurers, among them naturally the bloody ones.

But... if the voices heard from that group are mixed with the voices of Vihella, Ray can't leave it alone either.

"Let's go."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

Seto rattles his throat at at Ray's voice and moves on.

You must have noticed the existence of such rays and cetos.

Those who were making hedges surrounding the place where the noise was taking place vacate the place.

There was nothing particularly troubling about it that way, and what Ray saw coming to the front row of the pedestrian hedge was… the sight as expected.

Rolling on the ground are bloody looking men.

However, what was surprising to Ray was that the men were not armed.

If you're an adventurer, that's the least you can do when you're out there.

Leather armor doesn't have to be worn, but carry long swords and dagger types… etc.

Of course, if it's a spear-like long object, some people don't carry it because they take a place.

Either way, the men who are currently stunned by attacks such as Vihella's fist or kick or throw and fall to the ground are not armed with any of their hands.

If this was one or two people, I could also recognize that there was such a devious guy, but if everyone was, it was likely that he was not an adventurer, but someone who came to Gilm looking for a job.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't be silly, you son of a bitch!

"Oh, I can't believe you're a bastard. Am I a woman?

The only man who still stood without passing out is beaten to Vihera, either out of anger... or haste, turning bright red in his face.

You can't do that.

Seeing that body move, in an instant Ray decided so.

The body of a man has enough muscle to see if he is working with strength from day to day.

That's more than you can tell from looking at it, even if you're wearing long-sleeved clothes just this time of year, when it's almost winter.

But... I'm not very comfortable with legs, but I don't think I'm an adventurer accustomed to combat.

Seeing you have a brawl with Vihera like this, you must be used to fighting...... not very much, but I didn't think Ray could do anything about Vihera.

But I don't know if I would describe fighting - against Ray's expectations like that - as prolonged.

It's not that a man is unexpectedly strong, it's simply that Vihella doesn't take him down lightly for the purpose of getting a man.

Vihera lightly hits the man's face and body with her fist wrapped in her armor while dodging the fist that the man wields without molding or anything.

That's not really an imitation of beating, it's simply an attack that can't even be called an attack that lets you touch your fist.

But the man sees with his eyes that his people are unconscious only after being beaten once by a whore in front of them or a woman who only looks like a dancer.

If Vihela is serious, that is what the man will soon join those who are falling to the ground.

It won't, because obviously Vihera isn't trying to bring herself down.

So while you're at it, that's how you show that you can defeat a man at any time by letting him touch your fist.

"... for a vihella, you're a shady imitator"

It was a grunting ray, but I pull the dragon robe with a couch and gaze a little further away from where Seto is in the battle.

What Ray saw following that gaze was the sight of Bühne at the side of one woman.

And the woman on Büne's side has her clothes torn and her white skin is exposed.

Someone must have prepared it. The clothes are woven from the top of the torn clothes, but that doesn't make it possible to hide all the white skin of a woman.

Seeing such a sight, what makes this brawl so noisy... and why Vihella is so angry is so obvious without even having to think about it

(Uh... these guys, too, what a stupid imitation on such a boulevard... no, maybe Vihella and the others found you trying to attack a woman in a building gap?

I had no idea it was a gilm and there were still those who would honor such imitation.

While I think of it that way, Ray can't even call it that fight, one way or the other, he looks at the behavior that should break a man's heart.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

No matter how many attacks you make, it doesn't hit Vihera at all.

Now, Vihella's fist was hitting the man's body so much that it would be ridiculous to count.

Originally a full exercise is not something you can do for that long.

Not to mention, this man was also home from work and, naturally, his health wasn't sufficient.

... I couldn't help my opponent with Vihella even if he was in a state of full health.

As it were, more than enough had passed… Eventually, the sweaty and breathless man collapsed to the ground.

I guess Vihella didn't attack, but the limits of her health came and broke her heart completely.

He fell asleep on the ground and glanced at the fiercely breathing man with a contemptuous gaze, handing him over to the guards who were waiting nearby.