Rather than absorbing the silver lion's magical stones and confirming his skill in topographical manipulation... or just a few days after Seto's snow play... Ray was in front of a shoe store he had visited before.
　Next to Ray is Seto, as usual.
　The day Mileine and Johanna had gone was over, but some of the city's inhabitants who saw it told Ray they wanted to play with Sett, so there was even a snowballing party with him in the backyard near the Wheat-tei stable at dusk. But it's now over, too.
　No, exactly because Ray was going to the shoe store, Seto wanted to go with Ray and it ended naturally.

"Wait a minute here," I don't think it'll take that long."
"Grull".

　Ray's words make Seto lie down near the shoe store with an honest cry.
　Snow has been falling intermittently since Ray came to the shoe store, and it has now piled up considerably.
　The season is already completely winter, and most adventurers, except for those who have not been able to save money for the winter, devote themselves to a brief respite.
　For this reason, this was the best time to make a living in places such as restaurants and bars.
　Ray caresses Seto last and then walks into the shoe store.

"Come on in! Oh, Ray. Shoes are ready. Wait a minute."

　When the clerk sees Ray, he says so and walks into the back of the shop.
　Ray just sees off as the conversation progresses quickly before he says anything.
　The clerk's attitude is by no means wrong, since he actually came to pick up the shoes today.
　But wouldn't it have been better to listen to yourself for a while before moving on?
　That's what I thought, but I immediately decided that I should get so angry and sit down in a chair.
　There were a number of shoes lined up around, just as they had been a few days before.

(When I look at it like this, I feel like I'm at a shoe store.)

　As I wait looking at the shoes around me, a craftsman who says he is the father of a clerk comes from behind the shop.
　Ray's persistent stubbornness matched his image as a craftsman.
　And what the craftsman has in his hand is a pair of separate shoes.
　Shoes usually worn on the street and steel-plated shoes used when acting as adventurers.

"Huh? I think I ordered ten pairs each."
"Oh, yes," But all the shoes are made the same as these. If you don't mind wearing these shoes, you should be all right."

　The bluntness of the remark made Ray fully aware that he was confident in his work.
　That's why I change shoes without feeling particularly dissatisfied with the words.

"Well..."

　Ray's mouth was filled with admiration at the comfort of the shoes.
　Apart from Azimov's shoes, which are obviously bigger than his own, they were clearly better in terms of comfort than those he had previously bought at the shoe store.
　If you put on shoes that fit your feet again in this way, you can see how valuable Slapnil shoes were for you.

(I mean, how did you get the Slapnil shoes that Elena wore? If they don't fit your feet, it's going to be hard.)

　I suddenly think of a question like that, but I walk lightly around the store with my shoes on, thinking about asking when I use a pair of oves later.
　It's probably designed to keep your feet off the strain when you walk. My feet touch the ground much less than the shoes I wore earlier.

"What do you think?"
"Yes, I just put them on, so I can't say for sure, but I don't think there's any problem."
"...I see. If there's any problem with wearing those shoes, come here. make adjustments ...this is the next one."

　The next item was shoes with iron plates for adventurous activities.
　As a matter of course, you can wear them as well as your first shoes.
　I don't know how it was made, but it doesn't seem to weigh much less than Ray's shoes at first.
　It would be strange if it wasn't heavy, given the iron plate.
　Ray leaned his head on it, but his questioning gaze at the artisan's man was as blunt as ever, and he didn't seem to respond.
　When Ray decides that it would be useless to ask, he nods and opens his mouth when he decides that the shoes are not bad for him.

"Yes, there is no problem here, either. You can use it normally."
"...I see. Bring those shoes if you feel uncomfortable. I'll make adjustments again."

　When I tell them all, they get up from the spot and go back to the back of the shop as if they were done with their business.
　Perhaps he was satisfied with his work, or perhaps it was the manly act of this artisan who had a slightly curved smile on his face.

"Well, wait a minute, then," I'll bring you the rest of the shoes soon."

　The clerk tells him so and heads down to the back of the shop as if to follow his father.
　Ray changes to shoes with no iron plate and checks the condition of the shoes again.
　In the meantime, a merchant from the back of the shop takes the rest of the shoes and hands them to Ray.

"That's the end of the deal. I hope something happens again."

　He nods to his words, puts the shoes he gave, the first one with the iron plate on, and the shoes he wore until today in the mistling and leaves the shop.
　The price was reasonably high, but Ray still thought it was well worth the money.

"Slurrurling.

　Ray, who heard Seto's cry and looked at it, saw the Mire Dog feeding Seto sandwiches.
　But the sight doesn't surprise Ray.
　In the first place, it is not unusual for people living in Gilm to feed Seto, and moreover, it is not unusual for the leading Seto enthusiast, Mireinu -- Johanna, to be there.

(Come to think of it, Marka came last winter when the Mire Dog was playing with Seto, too. ...maybe it won't come again this year?)

　Remembrance of the person he used to say, "No, no, no, no," Ray looks around him for the time being.
　Maybe... it was an act of thought, but of course, Marka doesn't appear there.
　She approaches Sett and Mileinu with a touch of relief and loneliness.

"Set, Mire Dog."
"... Oh, Ray. Are you back already? I wish I had played with Seto a little more."

　The Mire Dog probably knew that the Ray was approaching by the sound of the Seto.
　But Mileine was honest that she still wanted to play with Seto as long as she could.

"Do you want to follow me because I walk a little in the city?"
"What? Really!? ...I'd like to say that."

　Rey's words make Mireine look sad... and that's the expression she can understand from the bottom of her heart.

"Actually, I promise you two, Sulnin and Eclir." I can't leave them alone and play with Seto."
"...huh,"

　Ray looks a little surprised at what Millerine says.
　for I thought he would ignore the meeting with the Sulnin's and choose the one with Seto, because it was definitely about the Mire Dog.
　But what Mileine chose was to give priority to the Sulnin.
　Sethophile... no, considering the character of the Mire Dog, which is appropriate to call Seto-first, it was amazing enough for Ray to look surprised.

"It can't be helped," He said he would punish me a lot if I was late for Seto-chan next time.""Ah... yes. That's what I's all about."

　I chose it not because I chose it myself, but because I was afraid of the punishment of Sulnin.

(Well, it's no wonder.

　Sulnin usually has a mature personality, but he must be scared if he gets angry.
　It was often said that the more gentle you are, the more afraid you are, but Sulnin fits in with that.

(And since Sulnin knows the character of Mire-dog, if he were to punish Mire-dogs, he is likely to punish Seto-related punishment.)

　Being partying with Miredogs, Sulnin naturally understood Miredogs's character.
　That's enough to make me think that if you're not good at it, you'll understand it better than the Miredog himself.

"Well, Seto," Let's play again next time. I had fun last day and I'll find something delicious to eat."
"Grull".

　Seth purrs happily at the words of the Miredog.
　Patting Seto and seeing him off regretfully, Ray walks around the city with Seto.

"Glu?"

　Ray opens his mouth, gently caressing Seto, who cries while looking at Ray's shoes.

"These are shoes that I will wear until Slapnil's shoes are strengthened. You were wearing other shoes before?"
"Guru..."

　Ray's appearance may be a little strange to Seto, who basically doesn't wear or wear shoes or clothes.

(Thinking of it, is Seto actually naked every day? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　Or, as I walk down the main street wondering if body hair is a substitute for clothes... suddenly a nice smell comes from the front... an appetizing smell.

"Oh, it smells good. -- shall we have a bite?"
"Gruly!"

　Rey's words delighted Seto to get used to his throat and head straight to the stall.





"... and if it were true, I would have enjoyed coming back to the inn and relaxing in my room."
"I'm sorry, but I've been waiting for the day when I can get in touch with Mr. Ray."

　Ray, who enjoyed soup full of ingredients with Seto, returned to the Wheat House at dusk... and was approached by the person in front of him in front of the reception desk.
　A person in his thirties who is more appropriate to describe him as fat than dignified.
　He's taller than Ray, but still smaller on average in this world.
　The person, who laughs in his mouth but doesn't smile at all, speaks to Ray in a tone of good humor.
　Ray's quietness in the face of such a person is probably due to the Gamerion food on the table.
　Boiled, baked, steamed... all sorts of dishes were laid out all over the table.
　Of course, this dish was not ordered by Ray, but by the person in front of him.
　Ray had eaten a lot of soup at a stall, but of course he still had plenty of room to eat.
　That's enough to finish all the food in front of you.

"And you've been waiting for the day when you can touch me?"
"Yes. Actually, my name is Tris, and I'm a merchant with a business called Spiel."
"... oh,"

　Ray had a vague understanding that Tris was a merchant in front of him.
　The reason why he was an adventurer is because he was loose.
　There was a possibility that he was an errand boy, but now the possibility disappeared.

"And what do you want me to do with a merchant of the Speel Company? I have nothing to do with him at the moment."
"Yes, I think it's wrong of me to make Mr. Ray take up his time... but I've got a lot of business to do."

　Ray turns to Tris with a smile, urging her to continue.
　...however, I understand why the man in front of me somehow came.
　Rather, Ray's main reason for coming all the way to visit him was because of the silver lion.
　They say it's boring to waste time here, reaching for a gamerion skewer.

"About the Silver Lion?"
"That's right. ... What do you think? The silver lion material Ray has." Will you sell it to us?"
"Unfortunately, I have no intention of doing so at the moment,"

　Rey instantly shakes her head at Tris's words.
　There were many other merchants, all shaking their heads.
　That being the case, I had no intention of selling the material to the person in front of me.

"Well, then, there's nothing we can do about it." Let me know if you change your mind again."
"What?"

　I was wondering if he would negotiate from here, but Tris said that he had done his business and left.
　Surprisingly, Ray could only see off Tris, who was leaving in silence.