Legend

"Heh, here it is.... Yeah, there's definitely no one there"

There is a relatively close proximity to Slam Street among the guilds.

It is a space created by chance between the building and the building, surrounded by many flowers in the spring.

Still, the lack of a person's appearance is probably due to its location pattern.

Ordinary people wouldn't want to come near Slam Street, and if we try to be Slam Street residents, we're desperate to prepare our own meals for the day.

Of course, it doesn't mean that nobody comes here in that situation.

For example, children.

Normally, we don't imitate things close to Slam Street, but in the case of children, many have recklessly misplaced their courage, and for those, this would be a great place to be a secret base.

But fortunately, these kids don't come here because they're doing their job right now.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

I guess I'm happy with the flowers growing around me. Seto runs around the perimeter as he squeals with joy.

There is no color of tension until earlier.

Naturally. When I was in a crowded place, I didn't know where the assassin would show up from.

Even just what happened in the crowd was really hard to find someone.

Without the kind of discomfort that wipes out the killer, I might have felt a little of the emotion in that hand in the crowd, but I still can't do it now.

In other words, the moment the other person took any action, it was necessary to perceive it and prevent it.

But if you try to imitate that, as a matter of course, the difficulty becomes higher.

I guess Seto was happy that it was such a nervous situation that it was gone.

Looking at Seto walking around in a good mood and stretchy way, Ray also feels calm again.

He was Ray, who didn't show how much he cared about being targeted by assassins, but still, I guess there was something about him that I thought was different.

In the sense of making a change of mood, this was never a bad place.

"... wahoo"

Turning his gaze to that squeal, which sounded unexpected, there was one puppy there.

"Uh... I see"

Look at that, Ray is convinced.

This place is not the kind of place where many people come.

That means it's a hideout for those who don't want to get too close to people.

And I guess the puppy at the end of Ray's gaze is also someone that people don't really want to find.

But if that puppy came to his lair, it was Ray there...... anyway, Griffon ceto.

If you try to be a puppy, that's who you're not surprised to feel death is confirmed at the time you meet.

Still, I guess the reason the puppy didn't do anything to get away from here is because that's all this was an important place for the puppy.

Acts that just seem reckless.

But sometimes the opponent was Seto, and the puppy's behavior was no longer death.

"Gru?"

Seto looks at the puppy and squeals briefly.

The way it is, it is not against the hostile...... one way or the other, merciful, such a ringing.

Wanna play with me? And also, come here, the uninterrupted squeal.

Seto, I guess that's why he favored a puppy who wouldn't run away even if he was in front of himself.

"Shah?

Doubt squeals out of the puppy's mouth.

I tried to confront Seto, who took my place, but for some reason that Seto was not hostile to himself, but emitting a friendly atmosphere somewhere, so it was natural, too.

"Wow... wow?

Did you look at Ceto and decide that there was nothing harmful to you, the puppy comes close to Ceto, though fearful, like one, two, three steps with a ringing voice...

Overwhelmingly bigger than myself, overwhelmingly more than I am, I can't even get close if I'm supposed to... No, I should run away or be ready to die if I get into my sight.

That said, the ceto was not currently hostile to himself, but exhibited a ning-roe friendly attitude.

When they come near Seto, the puppy looks up at Seto like that.

Yes, Seto and the puppy, who are three meters tall, can't see it completely without literally imitating things like looking up.

And if you look up close, you know exactly how huge Seto is.

... Despite all the differences in size, the current seto does not leave particularly high pressure towards the puppy, but a friendly atmosphere.

Eventually I kneel a little closer to my face to see if I had anything to think of the puppy looking up to me.

"Gru?"

"... wahoo"

He was suddenly a crouched puppy, but you already know Seto is a friendly being.

Compared to when I first encountered Seto, he sounds rather less alert.

And then I looked at Seto, who was softly closing his face... Peroli, and. Lick that face.

For the puppy, Ray was convinced to watch a little further away, wondering if that was a sign of greeting.

Taking the act as a border, Seto and the puppy were ringing and talking to each other in a friendly atmosphere.

Less, it looked that way from Ray.

... In fact, Seto and Puppy have very different races, so I don't think we can have a conversation... Still, at the end of Ray's gaze, Seto and Puppy seemed to communicate well, no doubt.

"Hmmm...... you're relaxing"

Ray squeaks when he sees a puppy dealing with Seto in such a way as to be afraid, in the warm sun of spring.

In fact, it's almost summer already, so it's not strange enough to describe the sun as hot rather than warm, but the sun temperature doesn't have to worry particularly about Ray wearing a dragon robe.

It wasn't just cloudy, and if I could see the blue sky, it would have been enough now.

"Grrrrrrrr?"

"Kicha, kicha!

Ray was looking at the blue sky for ten seconds or whatever the hell was going on out there, and the puppy was happily running around Seto's perimeter.

The way I miss it by the time it was stunning was a true representation of Seto's awesomeness.

(Seto is pretty much hated by animals... no, he was often scared. Thinking about it, what do you care about that puppy being a pretty big guy?

Even in the stables of the wheat pavilion at dusk, the horses and other animals who first met Seto are often scared.

Still, if we stay together for some time, gradually the stables animals get used to Seto as well.

But Ray also knew that many animals would become reluctant against Seto even if they got used to it.

Puppies who are currently walking around Seto's perimeter do not seem to shy away from such stables animals at all.

That's what Ray thinks, seeing as how those two adorable things are going, maybe he can have that puppy with a really clear mind.

Of course, unlike Seto, he's not very intelligent, so it's likely that he won't be able to do what he waits for in the stables.

That would mean keeping them at the marina's house because it would be impossible to take them to the wheat pavilion at dusk.

The marina's house courtyard is quite large enough to allow Seto to run to some extent, so it would also be possible to stretch and raise a puppy.

Nevertheless, there are some questions about what Ray and the others will do when they need to leave the Guild for a long time at some request.

(Marina's house is full of spiritual magic, so there's also the possibility that the spirits will take care of the puppy or in some cases take the puppy with them to a request...? The question is if you can do well with the yellow one)

Already, some Rays had decided in half to have a puppy.

Ray was looking at the puppy that way, but Seto, wrapped around that puppy, must have also felt adorable by the puppy he would miss without scaring himself forward.

Running around with the puppy where it is a square, sounding happily.

So, how long the hell has it been?

Thirty minutes have passed, but still enough time not to reach an hour.

It was Ray who went through that time, but I notice that Fujito is stopping the movement.

Try to keep the puppy back, too.

Then it's not hard to think about what the hell happened.

Ray turns his gaze to Seto's staring...... eventually, I guess that gaze didn't work, but nearly ten black outfits show up.

"It's you again."

That was the word that came out of Ray's mouth, but that was the honest feeling, too, I'm sure.

Because that black outfit looked familiar.

Anyway, it was a black outfit worn by those who used to come to the lake at night.

And those who attacked the lake to retrieve them while they were carrying them to the Guild were in the same black outfit.

Or the possibility that even the same black outfit is actually a person of a different organisation… not without.

It's not, but it's also true that as far as I'm still looking at it this way, it still looks like a person in the same organization.

"Well, I knew you were in such a lonely place to lure us."

A man in a black outfit like this came out after I guessed Ray's aim.

The man standing in front of Ray is the leader of the black costumes, which is obvious if you look at where the black costumes stand.

Ray opens his mouth slightly unexpectedly as he looks at such a man.

"I came out with that in mind," he said? Honestly, it's nothing but suicide. "

"Is there a reason for that? You must have decided to come out because you have a winning eye. I thought you'd know that."

"Even if they say so. It's not convincing to say that to anyone in the organization who's ever lost to me."

It was a word I said with the intention of being half provocative, but I still don't think I can easily get hooked on it in this situation. I don't think so...

"Oh, my God, you're really dying!

A man who screams at dewy beasts, too.

Er... that was Ray's honest feeling, but I'm not going to put that on the table in the current situation, so I'll put up with it.

Neither did Ray think that what might be an assassin would ride that easy provocation.

(Couldn't you forgive your organization for making fun of you, or couldn't you forgive your people for making fun of you?... the latter, huh?

There is no doubt that a man in black who is exposed to frustration is judged to be more handsome in the organization than he comes out on this occasion.

But I guess the reason why other black-coated men seem to honestly obey such men is because there is still something about the man screaming.

It is not possible that a man is forced to follow those around him with strength, but from what Ray has seen, it does not seem that those around him feel fear or awe for the man.

Most of all, unlike those I've encountered before, I'm now hiding in a black outfit all the way to my face.

More than that, I can't confirm the expression firmly, but I can generally understand the area with the atmosphere.

"Die? Die. Hey.... me? Who the hell did this to you? I'm not dealing with you guys, am I?

"... it sounds like you're really dying. You really think you can do something about us because you beat down a mutton like you did before?

"No, I'd rather hear that."

Taunt again.

With such a provocation, even a man prone to exaggeration can't be making a big deal of himself.

Set up the weapon you took out of your nose and stare sharply at Ray.

Whatever your personality, you're definitely a first-class product in terms of strength.

The man turns to Ray and sets up a dagger whose cutting-edge is divided into three parts and shaped like a mountain of kanji.

A tricuspid knife, there is a weapon.

Nevertheless, I guess the weapon a man possesses is not exactly called a tricuspid knife, beyond the fact that a tricuspid knife is a name used for long patterned weapons rather than daggers.

Anyway, Ray had also seen it in games, comics, cartoons and other things when he was in Japan, but it was the first time he had seen a weapon that was directly close to a tricuspid knife.

"The size of that mouth... you'll regret it!

Screaming, the man in black rushes out to Ray at once.

That speed is pretty quick.

That's the speed that the expression wind-like deserves.

And as he chased the first man to run out, so were the other black-covered men rushing out to Ray.

Nevertheless, a man with a tricuspid knife is still the fastest in terms of speed.

Coming to Ray's side quickly, he tries to wield the weapon he had... and then jumps as if he noticed something and takes a distance from Ray.

"Derb... hey, what are you trying to do?

The other men in black also approach the side of the man with the tricuspid knife... and inadvertently turn their gaze a little further away.

Then there was a man in a balloon-like physique with a dagger in his hands, grinning.