Legend

The aristocrat, told Ray if he would be hostile to his face, gives him a look of remorse only for a moment, but immediately shakes his neck beside him.

Being hostile to Ray, who wields power without hesitation, even if he is noble, was because he absolutely wanted to avoid it.

"No, I'm not going to do that either. I just... yes, someone asked me to come here. There's a Lizardman here, so I need you to take him down."

"... heh. From a certain person."

That word, which makes sense, just seems like an impossible excuse from Ray's point of view.

It really didn't seem like Ray, as if he had heard from some of the people, at least not much.

Or are you going to let yourself compete with someone here who's hostile to the nobility in front of you for some reason?

Such a question was also in Ray's mind, but now first the explanation of the person in front of him… or, trying to hear an excuse, prompt him to talk with his gaze.

As a nobleman, there were things I thought were different about Ray's words like that, but there's nothing I can do about it in this situation right now.

Nevertheless, it can't be that easy to talk about the person who told me about this place.

If we talked about that person here, we might be able to do something about it now, but it's also possible that the person who told us about it will retaliate in some way.

(Running away?

For a moment, the nobles think so.

But Seto, away from Ray, circled behind the nobles, as if he had read such noble thoughts.

If the aristocrats try to escape in a carriage, they need to pass beside Seto.

Naturally, if that happens, Seto is not going to let it pass in silence.

Usually even if you're in a stables, you're careful not to scare other horses, but if you care about that, you don't have to use the king's intimidation to make it easy enough to keep the horses from moving.

... Most recently, I've been camping here as a guard for my birthday tower and staying at the marina's house, so I'm less likely to enter the stables themselves.

"So?"

Ray urges ahead of the story after understanding that the aristocrats tried for a moment to turn around and secure their exit.

With the certainty that it was no longer possible to escape than Seto had turned around behind him.

... even if they solidify the front and back, there is a means of escaping to the side. I do...... then I needed to move in a carriage into the Trent woods or arc the side of the lake.

The former is out of the question, but bending near the latter lake also means that Ray and Seto can come up with any number of means to stop the opponent while doing that.

I mean, at the time Ray and Seto came out, there was nothing more we could do for the nobles.

Nobility manages to think of a means of escaping the status quo in his head, but nothing comes to mind in such a convenient way.

"Well... who the hell did you ask about this place? Or on whose orders did you come here? Not a lot of people know about this place."

With that said, Ray knows what many people care about who know about this place.

Even the guild would naturally know a lot more about the situation around here than sending adventurers here as escorts.

I don't want to think that Ray leaked information from the guild either, but I still can't imitate that I totally believe in everyone in the guild.

As far as Ray knows, the guild employees are all proud of their work and there is no such thing as passing information on with money.

But that's just the people Ray knows.

Alliance in the only peripheral guild in the Kingdom of Mireana.

Naturally, those who work there will be the right number, and it is not surprising that some of them naturally flow information with gold.

"Oh, that's..."

A man with a mouth cage in Ray's words.

What should I do in the present situation?

I know that, but I can't do anything to teach that person.

And you can't even run away.

The best thing would be to seal your own mouth, but it's flashy...... no, even if you're wearing clothes that can be described as evil tastes, you don't have the guts to wear them, like you deserve to wear those evil tastes.

"What's up? If you're not going to say anything, I think that's what you're going to ask your body directly, but is that hope?

Ray gently wields the death size.

Death size I barely feel weighed as a person, but the actual weight is about 100kg.

The sound of such things being wielded brings ominous sounds to the ears of aristocratic men… and aristocratic private soldiers, as if it were to crush the air itself.

The private soldiers would have to protect the nobility of their employers, but they cannot imitate that in the present circumstances.

If I were here in front of you, that would definitely be fighting Ray or Seto.

That way you will definitely not win, and not until you amputate your hands and feet... but you need to be prepared for one or two bones.

Or, if nobility is the kind of character admired by his men, it's not strange that anyone thought of standing up for themselves or trying to help them.

Unfortunately, however, the nobility's character was not so great as to be admired by the private soldiers.

The aristocracy thus cornered...... eventually makes the decision.

"This is what I heard from Lord Veen of Count Dorat's house."

"... Count Dorat's house? Never heard of it."

He was an aristocratic man who told me he heard it from the Count Dorratt family, Veen Dorratt, but Hate and Ray don't know a person named Veen, nor about a nobleman named Count Dorratt.

Most importantly, if it were the Count's family, the number would be very high, and most importantly, Ray is not a nobleman of the Kingdom of Mireana, so he doesn't know who he is.

If you were someone you could have rubbed before for any reason, you might have remembered your name somewhat.

"... ok. You're Veen from Count Dorat's house. I'm curious about things like where you found out about this place, so as to let Master Dusker know about the matter... what do these guys do?

Ray's gaze was pointed at the knight.

Somehow, at some point, Ray partitioned the scene, but the person in charge of this place was originally only a knight, and the Rays Adventurers are in the form of following it.

Beyond that, it still becomes a knight to hear instructions in the present circumstances.

Ray takes it upon himself here...... for example, attacking a nobleman in front of you is unsavory.

Of course, if it's time for an opponent to attack you, you attack them fully in the form of self-defence.

"Right. Again, you should get instructions from Master Dusker here. Judging on your own here is a problem.... I'm sorry, will you go? Ray is the fastest I can get around on Ceto."

Ray snorts at the words of the knight who tells him so, too.

... The aristocratic man finds out for now that he is not going to be attacked by Ray and relieves him.

But as if the aristocrats were waiting for a moment of relief, Ray pokes the Death Size cutting-edge at the aristocrats.

"Hih!

Suddenly, screams leak out of the noble mouth.

It was an event at the moment I thought I was relieved, so I guess I was extra surprised.

"I'm going to go explain the situation to Master Dusker, so I'll be gone from here. But... just because I'm gone doesn't mean I don't think of any strange imitations. Everyone here is more skilled than your private soldiers."

This is by no means a lie, but an unmistakable truth.

The adventurers here were chosen to determine that the Alliance had as much strength as it could handle even when it was time for trouble.

The fact is that combat power is not the only criterion for judgment, but at the same time combat power is essential.

Above and beyond that, how can we do this with the private soldiers brought in by this nobleman?

In the first place, the strength of private soldiers is never high from what Ray sees.

That's why I decided it was okay to leave this place to the others.

"Wow, okay. I swear I won't imitate anything odd!

I wonder how horrible the pierced death size is.

The aristocratic man screams desperately.

Death Size...... Sickle is a very difficult weapon to actually use in battle, but very strong in the sense of appearance power.

The aristocratic man was currently realizing it from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay. Believe the word. However... if I can't protect what I said myself, I will put on a good drop, so I intend to...

Boom.

If you think there was such a noise in the ears of the aristocratic man and a gust of wind that could have wiped your body off, there were traces of a clean cut on the ground just outside the aristocratic man.

Who did that is obvious considering Ray, who has Death Size in his hand, and what he was talking about until just before.

"Ok, ok, ok! I'm making it up to you! I'm making a big deal out of you, give me a break!

A plea leaks out of the mouth of an aristocratic man as to whether fear has exceeded its limits.

Ray saw it and convinced him that he would not wear this status of nobility for the time being and do no strange imitation in this situation.

"Then wait for me. If you weren't there when I came back... you know."

The aristocratic man nods again and again to Ray's words, which he last heard just in case.

Based on that appearance, Ray decides that he will not imitate any more oddly, leaving the nobles and private soldiers to the knights and approaching Seto.

"Seto, I'm sorry, but I'm supposed to go all the way to Gilm. Can you ask for it?"

"Gru!"

I'll take care of it! And in response to Ray's request, Seto rings out.

Seto refuses Ray's favor... not that there's ever going to be, but he still basically asks me unconditionally.

Because it's Ray's favorite favor.

Ray strokes his head in gratitude for such a ceto, quickly crossing his back.

Seto confirms that Ray got on his back, and after a few steps of aiding him, he runs up into the air with his wings winged.

The adventurers, knights, and Lizardmans were the sights I was already used to seeing, but the nobles and private soldiers just stunned off to see Ray and Seto like that.

"Ray? What's going on? You're back early again."

"I'm having a bit of a problem in the Trent Forest. I need to see Master Dusker on that report."

When the guard hears Ray's explanation, he completes the process with an unpleasant look on his face in such a way as Ugh.

As for Ray, who also knows what it's like to be such a guard, when you tap the guard's shoulder gently with hard work, he enters the guild with Seto and heads straight to the lord's hall.

The trees they cut also need to be handed over to the alchemists, but if they ask you which is more important than reporting to Dusker, of course it's reporting to Dusker.

(If I have finished reporting to Master Dusker and there are no problems in time, should I go over there?... there are never many trees I've brought)

Because it was quite a bit earlier than usual, fewer trees were cut than usual, naturally.

If so, he decided that he would not have to go… proceeded with a gentle greeting with some face-to-face acquaintances, and eventually Ray arrived at the Lords' Hall.

"... what? Count Dorat, you think it's Veen from the house? Is that true?

In the office of the Lords' Hall, Dusker places the documents he was reading in Ray's words on the desk once.

Ray was moved to the office lightly to come to the Lords' Hall many times recently.

So, Ray explains the situation to Dusker, seems troublesome... that's what makes him look like or worse than the guard who was at the front gate.

If you look at the look on Dusker's face like that, it's not a hard story to predict what feelings Dusker has for the existence of Veen.

"Yes. A nobleman who came to the Tower of Birth...... Ah"

So for the first time, Ray remembers forgetting to ask that nobleman's name.

"Uh... excuse me. I forgot to ask your name, but I'm pretty sure the nobleman got information from a man named Veen from Count Dorratt's house."

"As for that noble name, don't worry about it. If it's secure, it's not that hard to find out the name."

"Thank you. So, um... what kind of nobility is a person named Veen? If there's no problem, let me know."

"Oh. This one thing is on you too... no, it's definitely on you guys too. If so, you should tell me. First of all, he's a royalist nobleman."

That word alone gives Ray a look like wow......

I know that some royalist nobles have a favorite counterpart, but I still recently learned that royalist nobles, many of whom are problematic, so naturally so too.

Dusker snorted when he knew how he felt about Ray.