"Wow... is that forest where the dark elves live? It's much bigger than I imagined."

　In the carriage, Vihela exclaims.
　The same goes for Elena and Beune, who, though still far away, seemed silent in the overwhelming view of the forest.
　It's true that Ray is also surprised to see the forest through the window, but not as many as three others.
　The biggest reason is that I have seen with my own eyes the forest of evil, which is still the forest of evil... or, on the contrary, I have passed through it directly.
　The forest of dark elves ahead of your eyes is magnificent. There's no doubt about it.
　But still, compared to the Devil Forest, it is one step... or even three steps lower.
　It was as powerful as it was from the feeling.

"Well, I'd be glad if you could say so. Even if we're apart for a long time, my hometown seems to be a lot of special."

　Marina glances happily at the three of them... and suddenly realizes that Ray is not surprised by the three of them.

"Oh, Ray doesn't seem very surprised,"

　Ray, who was asked by the glamorous glance of a woman that an ordinary man would definitely jump at, opens his mouth for the first time in a long time, remembering his past settings.

"I grew up in the mountains. I'm used to it to some extent because it was a forest or mountainous place."

　At Ray's words, Elena's lips arcuate for a momentarily.
　I guess it was interesting because I knew what Ray was like.

"Now that you mention it, I've heard of it before. Was it such a deep mountain?"

　Marina leans forward, perhaps interested in Ray's words.
　She wears a party dress with a wide chest, not as much as she does in the guild, so if she does that, she will inevitably see a deep valley.

"Yes, here. Marina. Aren't you leaning a little too far?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," So the mountain where Ray lived is..."
"You have more to do than Ray, don't you?"

　After Elena, Vichela finally took her eyes off the window.
　Marina is perceived by Elena and Vihela as a powerful rival in love.
　That's something I felt strongly on my journey from Gillum to here.
　I don't know if it's conscious or unconscious, but it's a temptation to use a body that women think is attractive to themselves.
　No, speaking only of her physique, Elena and Vihela are by no means inferior to Marina.
　But as pure women, we have to say that we are one step behind Marina.
　It was a check because I understood it.
　Whether she understood their inner feelings or not, Marina looked again at the carriage window... towards her native forest in the distance.

"If you look at Ray's background in this way, it seems that the forest itself is much less vital than before."
"...Really? From what I see, it looks like a very magnificent forest... ...that's what I could call a great forest."

　As Elena said, the forest seen from the carriage looks full of life.
　It's a sight that I don't think the world trees are losing strength.

"It may look like that to first-time visitors, but to me, this is my home town, it seems that the whole forest is quite dull."

　As he told Marina, Audovan and Jusla nodded in agreement...

"May I have a moment, Elena?"

　Suddenly, I hear a voice like that from the door connected to the cabernacle.
　It's the voice of Arla, the coachman.

"Huh? What's wrong with you? Is there any problem?"

　At Elena's quizzical voice, Arra continues somewhat bewildered.

"There's been a problem, there's a group that's coming up to us, or there's a group that's approaching us. Seeing them approaching in such a dignified manner, perhaps they are not hostile, but...."

　Elena, Vihela, Bune and Ray turn their heads in wonder at the muddled words.
　In fact, Ray, who is sensationally sharp in this, doesn't see any hostility directed at them.
　In other words, it's not the enemy that's approaching, but I don't understand why Arra's words have been muddled.
　Vichela, in a frenzy, opens the door leading to the cab.
　Then they understand why Arra was muddling her words. I've done…
　Coming this way are a group of three horse‐drawn carts.
　But the trouble would have been that the carriage was fitted with bars.
　Fortunately no one was seen in the barred carriage, but the carriage showed what this group was like.

"Slave merchant," What's worse is that they're probably acting in a group."

　Marina caresses and calms them down, as Audovan and Jusla show signs of tension at words from Vihela's mouth.
　If you stay in this carriage, you don't have to worry because you can't see it from the outside.

"Ray, may I ask you to do it just in case? If only Vichela and Arra, there is a high possibility that something will happen."
"...I don't think I'll make much difference."

　Ray understands how his face is viewed by others, but decides that it is better than wasting time in an unnecessary disturbance, so he follows Vihela to the coachboard.
　Then one of the slave traders who approached me at that moment almost opened his mouth.

"Oh, where are you going? I'll tell you, if you're going to save your life, don't go to the Dark Elf Forest."

　Regardless of the language, the slave merchant's impression of the man increases slightly in Ray by not acting like a sudden attack.
　But for Ray, who knows Dark Elf's Marina, there's little point in getting a little bit of a positive impression.

"Really? Why?"

　In answer to Vihela's question, the man opened his mouth, straightening out under his nose...

"Glu?"
"Wow!"

　I scream at the appearance of Sett, who was walking behind the carriage.
　The sudden appearance of the Gryphon was a natural reaction.

(Wouldn't it have been a problem if Seto had been there before I went out?)

　Ray feels it's been a long time since he saw Sett's reaction outside Gilm, but Sett... the slave traders who saw the Gryphon up close don't.
　Slave traders talking to Vichela and slave traders in other carriages all stopped moving in surprise at the sight of Seto's appearance.
　On the contrary, even the horse pulling the carriage has stopped moving.
　In that sense, the slave traders were still lucky, as they could have fled as fast as they could to keep a little distance from Seto in the worst.
　Ray opens his mouth to Seto's eyes, looking at the horse as if it had been stoneed by Medusa.

"And what does it mean that the forest is dangerous?"
"...what? Oh, uh, uh... oh, yeah. Well, you know...

　He was a slave trader completely confused by the sudden appearance of Seto, but he was still a slave trader... as an illegal slave trader, so he must have had the nerve to do so.
　When Seto finds out that he's not doing any harm to them, he opens his mouth, keeping his face from shaking.

`That's the Gryphon,'

　It's awe to be included in the gaze directed at Ray.
　When I first saw Ray, I thought he was a strangely small partner, but I couldn't have underestimated him if I knew his true identity.

"Well, isn't it better not to know who I am? So I ask you again, what does forest mean to be dangerous? If you don't mind, can you tell me?"

　I'm asking in words, but the tone of the tone was that of a complete commander.In the first place, Ray's gaze at the group in front of him as an illegal slave trader is cold.
　Even if you like it a little bit, if it's negative from the start, it's not even zero.
　Still, it is known that the people who didn't meddle here are illegal slave traders, but now there is no sign of catching a single dark elf.

"Oh, yeah. Actually, there's been a lot of monsters appearing in the Dark Elf Forest these days. Many monsters have never appeared before. What's more, most of the monsters... how can I put it?"

　A slave trader thought a little, but he probably couldn't find a good word.
　go on with one's words, hesitatingly

"Excited? Excited? Insane? That's how they attack anyone. Don't worry if they're monsters."
"Huh? Isn't it funny that monsters fight each other? I often hear that strong monsters kill weak monsters and feed them."
"No, it's not... they're killing each other even if they're the same monsters." Also, this is not clear because we fled the forest right away, but we didn't even eat the monster we killed. as if the purpose were to kill each other."
"... kill each other with the same monsters?"

　The remark came as a surprise to Ray.
　I wouldn't say that the same monsters don't kill each other... but most monsters still don't kill each other.

(If you think about it like that, maybe it's less than a monster that humans kill each other.)

　Ray suddenly thinks about it, but soon shakes off the idea.
　This was not the time to think about unnecessary things, but to get even a little bit of information about the change in the forest.

"What kind of monsters were killing each other in the same way, I often hear that if you're an auger or a goblin, you're killing each other in the same way."

　Vihela's appearance and clothes were nothing but attractive to a man, but as long as Ray was here, he couldn't look at his companion that way, so he hurriedly continued to speak while looking at him.

"I've heard of augers and goblins, but what I saw was Harpy."
"Harpy... as long as they are monsters acting in groups, they don't necessarily kill each other."

　Ray recalls Harpy, who fought before.
　There was no sign of peer-to-peer rivalry, which could be attributed to Ray's surprise attack.
　Harpy doesn't necessarily fight each other unless he has fought squarely and squarely.
　Having seen Ray think that way, he must have thought this was enough for the information he provided information.
　It's more likely that Ray, nicknamed crimson, would not have had a good time.
　If this were the kind of legitimate merchant with no background, it might have been different, but in this case it was an illegal slave merchant.
　Now they don't have slaves, so they can get through anything, but they probably want to talk more and avoid digging a grave.

(And he doesn't seem to tolerate robbers as much as they say he eats robbers.) If so, when will you be here? No, wait. Did you eat thieves? Is it...)

　The faces of thieves who have dealings with them pass through the minds of slave traders.
　He was a slave trader who bought the people they had captured for a reasonable price, but when he thought of Ray, who was called a robber, he wondered...
　The idea is correct: in the robber's hideout on the way home from here, the robbers are wiped out, the treasures and weapons stored in the hideout are all gone, and the prison where the thief keeps his captors, while the bars have not been broken, finds a scene in which nobody else.
　The most painful thing for the slave traders was that the gold and white gold coins that had been kept with the robbers so that they wouldn't have to go public were all gone.
　But slave traders who have no idea that such a future awaits them, distance themselves from Ray and leave.
　After seeing the pack off, Ray returned to the carriage and told her that there was no particular problem with Audovan or Jusla, and again began to make his way toward the dark elf forest, which appeared to be far away.