"I'm back, Mr. Dusker,"

　As night fell, Ray was meeting Dasker when he returned to the place where Larx's army was stationed at night.
　Inside the tent, which is also a magic item, were Dusker, the commander of the army, three knights on his guard, Ray, who offered to meet him, and Egg, the leader of the wolves in the grass brought to Ray.

"You've come back well," and that's the wolf of the meadow?"
"Yes. He leads the wolves of the meadow, my name is Egg. -- Egg."

　Eggs that raise their heads slightly when Ray turns their heads.

"It is Egg, as you mentioned, who leads the wolves of the meadow. I'll tell you, we don't like aristocracy. He's playing dirty behind the scenes, especially when it comes to the acting lord of the city of Subursta. But just because you hate the aristocracy doesn't mean you hate the country itself. Besides, I owe Ray. I have decided to cooperate with you this time, but don't expect us to tame the wolves of the meadow like their dogs."

　I told him. That kind of feeling comes to Egg's face.
　The words came out because of his long‐cherished feelings toward the aristocracy. Besides, if you are angry with yourself, you may not have to go to war. Or there was the idea that even if they were slashed for being rude here, the wolves in the grass would hide themselves in the mountains again if they did not return.
　And, above all, I had heard from Ray that Dusker, the Earl of Larkes, was a man of loose morals, so it was worth trying.
　And as a result...

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah He didn't seem to be in the least afraid of me, and I've told him so far."

　He laughs more amusingly than ever, thinking that rude or impudent would draw a sword.
　There is no sign of reaching for the scabbard of the sword at his waist. If he had really drawn his sword, Egg thought he might have been helpless because he had left his weapon, the axe, for a meeting with Dusker, but he was completely out of his element.

"How do you see this man?"

　Furthermore, when the fit of laughter subsides, Dusker asks the knights he was waiting for as his bodyguards.

"Well, I think it's amazing to have the courage to say this in front of Mr. Dusker."
"I wouldn't be able to speak like that to Mr. Dusker... more powerful than a common thief."
"No matter how true it may be, I can be hurt," Choose a few more words."
"Is Mr. Dusker hurt... or is Mr. Dusker rumored to have a heart at the Orihalcon?"
"Who's that stupid?"

　Egg looks at Ray somewhat bewildered by such a conversation that suddenly spread in front of him.
　Egg probably didn't think it was the attitude the commander of the Larx Army would take against him.

"... Ray?"
"What?"
"Well, what a strange fellow!"
"Right? That's why I'm happy to cooperate. If it had been such an arrogant aristocrat as you thought, I would probably not have helped you so much."
"Hey, there. I'm not impressed with you talking in front of people."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Dusker,"

　Ray bowed to Dusker's voice and turned his gaze to Egg again.

"As you can see, I have the courage to deal with you, Mr. Dusker. I think it will be of some use to the Larxes army, because I am a thief and I am good at secret activities."
"... I see. I can trust Ray's words, and I know of the band of thieves who are wolves in the grass. Originally, we are on the frontier, so we have only a minimum number of people assigned to do background work, such as reconnaissance and operatives. If you're going to assist me, I'd welcome you... at least you'll show me your arm, and I don't mind, but some of the others will get involved if they know they're from a band of thieves. And even if something happens, you may not be able to protect the person you are involved with unless you have a lot of things left to do. But will you cooperate with us?"
"No problem. The wolves of the meadow only pay back their debts to Ray. However, as I said earlier, we are wolves and have no intention of becoming aristocratic dogs. ...Larx, you are certainly as capable and unimportant as Ray says, and you are the most noble of the people below you. However, some aristocrats are not only competent people like you, but also trash. I want you to remember that some of the bandits around here, including us wolves in the meadow, have been forced to become robbers by such nobles."

　Not only Dusker, but also the knights of the bodyguard, listen to the words calmly and calmly, erasing the friendly atmosphere of a few seconds ago.
　Even Dusker can see what Egg is saying. No, it was understandable because Dusker recognized himself as a buffer between the royal and aristocratic factions in a power struggle.

"…Oh, I'll keep those words in my heart. I'd rather have a meeting with you in the near future than that."
"I don't mind. Now that you've decided to cooperate, you can use us as you like during this war. You don't seem to be the aristocrat I think you are."

　Eggs with a grin and a meaningful glance at Dusker. Dusker was also looking back with a fierce smile on his eyes with an invincible smile.
　Was there a spiritual wavelength, or was they fundamentally similar. In any case, the two of them nod and reach out to each other to shake hands.
　Dusker then looks at Ray, shaking his hand.

"Ray, I'm sorry to have made you do extra work besides replenish. This case will be a great achievement, so please look forward to the reward."
"No, that's what I told you," ...but if possible, I would like you to make the reward a magic item instead of money. It's something that can be used in actual warfare."
"... oh,"

　Dusker nods softly, perhaps recalling what Ray said in his previous report.

"Come to think of it, collecting magic items was my hobby."
"...yes,"

　Ray is somewhat surprised that Dusker knew about collecting magic items, which can be said to be a hobby, but he nods that he understands his own abnormalities and that he must have received a report from somewhere.

"Well, it depends on the success of this war, but... well, try to be the most successful. and I'll give you some treasured magic items that will be handed down to the Larx family."

　a pickle
　Rey reacts to the word "hidden magic item.
　the Ralx family of frontiers This is a treasured magic item handed down to the family who, despite being a very small neutral force, can exert a wide influence on the kingdom of Mileana. Even Ray, who inherited Zepyle's knowledge, could not easily imagine how much it would be.

"All right. Then I will use all my strength to show you a distinguished service in this war."
"Do so," The more active you are, the more likely this country is to survive."Dasker nods with a smile.
　Of course, Dusker has a great advantage in giving magic items as a reward. He told me that he would pay so attractively that I should not pull out of the city of Gilm... and out of his power. Or if you go to another city, you can show that you have a connection with yourself, who is neutral.k. Ray's presence is becoming even more important in Dusker now, especially with the ability to transport items using item boxes. This is Ray's first time in the army, and he only has about half of the other supplies for a large amount of food, but if he decides that he is completely reliable, he can leave all the supplies in charge.
　Without realizing the dream or hope in his heart, Ray leaves the tent.
　After seeing her back wrapped in dragon robes, Dusker and Egg began discussing the reconnaissance.





"Glu?"

　Waiting for Ray out of the tent, Seto, who is lying on the ground as usual. Because it's nighttime, I look at Ray with a lower throat than usual.

"Have you kept me waiting? There's been a lot of things going on. Shall we sleep in the tent, too? I'll be busy again tomorrow."
"Grull".

　Seto stands up with a light, weightless movement and rubs her face against Ray's body.
　During the day he was at the forefront of Larx's army, and when it was time to eat, Ray was busy taking out the things he had stored in the mistling, thinking that he would be spoilt at night, but at night he went up to the mountain without a clue as to where he was to serve his meals and tents and to get the wolves on his side.
　Fortunately, I was able to get information from a thief who was alone, so it didn't take as long as Seto had expected, but he still felt that he was spending far less time playing with Ray.
　Of course, other adventurers, soldiers, and even knights will remember and care about Set. Still, Seto wanted to hang out with Ray, who he loved the most.
　To do so, they gurgle and rub their heads against each other, wagging their tails.
　Ray, too, can understand most of the situation from Seto's appearance, and reaches out to stroke his head with a smile.
　The smooth silky texture of the ray relieves fatigue.
　Even though I'm basically not very good at socializing, I've been forced to interact with a lot of people since I joined this war as a supply and mercenary. That was one of the major causes of Ray's unusually tiredness during the replenishment.

"... you know, Seto is on the march, and you don't eat much, do you?"

　Ray brings a sandwich of chicken from the mistling into Seto's mouth, simmering it sweetly.
　This sandwich was left over from dinner and Ray himself had given it to him as a late-night snack. There were quite a few dishes that I had saved for myself, but this sandwich was the first thing I saw on the Mistiling list.

"Glu?"

　Can I eat it? I nodded a little and let him eat a sandwich.

"Rolling".

　Seth, who chokes and bites only half of it and throws it into his mouth, pushes Ray's hand with his head, holding the other half.
　Feeling the will to eat with round eyes, Ray carries the sandwich to his mouth with a smile.

"Thank you,"
"Glu".

　One and one of them went straight through the camp to their own tent, not far from the Dusker tent.
　Originally close to the center is where commanders gather, but Ray was given this spot because of his position as supply officer. Queo, who is in charge of replenishment, has also been assigned a tent near the Lays.

"...I think I'll be busy again tomorrow."

　muttering Ray looking up at the night sky
　There were no clouds, and the light from the stars and the moon was shining around me, making me think I didn't need a flame of light.
　It's probably because of Ray's good night vision. It's bright, but for ordinary people it's still dark enough to walk without the kind of bonfire that exists everywhere in the camp.

"Grull?"

　A tent-side lie on the ground, wagging its tail and spoilingly looking at Ray.
　Climbing against such a set, he reaches down his throat.
　Cats would sing happily if their throats were patted, but for some reason Seto is also in a good mood, even though his head is an eagle.
　I'm glad I could certainly stroke my throat if I were to set myself up, but the biggest reason for my good humour was that I could still be with Ray. I know Ray is nearby while I'm on the road. Still in the carriage, it may be unavoidable for Seto to miss him.
　It's probably because Seto understands his abilities, even though he's not lonely but lonely.
　Thus, Ray would play slowly with Seto until he felt sleepy.