Ray's usual clothes are nothing special.
　No, if you think about it in common sense when you were in Japan, your belly might look a little strange, but it might be a little unusual in this Elgin, and it doesn't look strange when you wear it.
　Some avant‐garde female adventurers put importance on lightness and wore armour called bikini armors, so it was not surprising that they wore clothes with a little belly.
　And it's rare for Ray, who likes magic items, and the clothes are just ordinary clothes, not magic items.
　It's the same with trousers, which were not like magic items either.
　Generally speaking, just wearing a robe over your clothes would be tantamount to suicide as an adventurer.
　What's more, Ray is not a pure wizard, but a wizard who uses death-size to fight on the front lines. ...and, if anything, more pro-warrior.
　If you're still a wizard in the rear guard, you don't wear heavy armor, and it's no wonder just the robe.
　A good example would be Sulnin, who is drinking ale while staring at the Miredog, or Min, who is talking to Elk.
　These two are typical wizards without heavy armour.
　But Ray, unlike the two of them, fought on the front lines, so it would have been strange if he didn't wear armor.
　... what makes it possible is Ray's dragon robe.
　As the name Dragon suggests, it is a luxury product of dragon material.
　It's a much more defensive magic item than the armor around it...but it's still a robe.
　With blades, it is something that can be prevented, whether it is a slashing or a stabbing, but the impact at that time cannot be completely killed.
　That's not to say that the silver lion is weak, but the damage done to Ray's body by weapons such as axes, clubs, and hammers, which he was not good at, is quite a shock to Ray's body.
　In order to make up for this, it is understandable for Ray to make clothes and trousers out of silver lion fur.

"But the Silver Lion was not good at shock attacks, was it not to make up for the weakness of the Dragon Robes?"
"Stupid,"

　Ray opens his mouth with an uninteresting look on his face at the simple word Azimov says.

"Very direct,"
"Well, that's true. Think carefully. Your dragon lobe is not as strong as a shock weapon... but not as strong. But you're not completely passing the shock, are you?"
"Well, of course,"

　Dragon robes are not good at shock weapons, but of course they have prevented some of their power.
　Otherwise, he would have been seriously injured several times before.
　...however, it may vary from person to person whether a broken rib or crack is serious or not.

"In other words, the clothes and trousers of a silver lion naturally protect against shocks. Wouldn't it be much different than being attacked only by the Dragon Robe?"
"... I see,"

　Now that you mention it, it is so.
　It's no use being called an idiot.

"And now that you know what I mean, why don't you make clothes and pants out of silver lion fur?"

　As Azimov asks again, Ray wonders what to do... and then he nods back.
　I don't know what kind of requests I'm going to get, but I'm not going to lose because I'm still defensive.
　After getting his consent to make clothes and trousers from Ray's mouth, Azimov looks happy, but soon changes to a sad expression.

"What's wrong with you? Ray said you can use silver lion material."

　He must have questioned Azimov's appearance. Pamidor, listening next to him, looks at him in wonder.

"Ah... no, yes." The truth is that no one I know can make clothes for me can make clothes for. Of course I can make clothes for a rough fellow, but he must be a man of the art, for he is made of silver lion material."
"Well, yes,"

　Even if it is a first‐class material... No, because it is a first‐class material, it requires a proper skill to handle it.

(Foie gras, caviar, shark fin, dried abalone...it's only tragic for a guy who rarely cooks such high-quality ingredients...?)

　Ray agrees with what Azimov is saying, anticipating that somehow it is.
　Azimov alone could not make a twilight spear made by Ray with a lot of material.
　It was undoubtedly the case that a suitable craftsman was needed to make clothes and trousers out of silver lion fur, as Pamidor, a very skilled blacksmith who now looks at Azimov dumbfounded.

"... So, don't you know a craftsman who makes clothes like that? We can take care of the leather, but it's a little bit of making clothes."
"Hey, you said you were going to make clothes, so aren't you ready?"
"I've been concentrating on Slapnil's shoes, so I can't afford it!"

　He had no hesitation in asserting it, and it should have been said that it was more graceful.
　Watching Azimov speak so confidently, Ray breathed a little sigh and then turned his gaze sideways... toward Pamidor.
　Pamidor received Ray's attention, but he thought hard about it, and then he opened his mouth.

"Unfortunately, it's hard to live up to Ray's expectations. I also have one or two craftsmen who make clothes for my acquaintance. However, it's just the people who make clothes that the people of the city who live in normal circumstances can wear. Regardless of the monsters' fur around it, when it comes to the materials of Rank S monsters...

　Once paused, Pamidor turns to Ray... to be exact, to the clothes he sees through the gaps in Ray's dragon robes.
　That's Ray's clothes, which are full of stomach even in winter.
　This courtyard is lit in many places, but it is undeniably true that this season is winter and snow is piled up.
　It's not very true, but I don't think Ray's belly-biting.
　The dragon robes that make it possible are like simple air conditioners.
　At any rate, Pamidor's problem now is not that it looks cold.

"Isn't it pretty thin to wear under that dragon robe? If it comes down to making clothes out of silver lion fur, it's pretty hard to move around. If you think about it, you'll have to find a very skilled craftsman... unfortunately, I don't remember a craftsman who has that much skill."

　Ray thinks what to do with Pamidor's shaking his head.
　However, I can't think of a craftsman who can master the materials of a silver lion, let alone the clothes that are normally sold there.
　...and this is purely related to Ray's taste and taste, since he could think of a few cooks who could handle the meat of a silver lion.

(Oh, come to think of it... Marina would know more about it.)

　Marina usually wears a purdy dress, as is the case in battle.
　If you're a craftsman who made the party dress, I wonder...
　That's what Ray comes up with.

"Can you manage it?"
"Huh? Do you have any idea?"
"Perhaps... just a lot."
"All right, then I'll leave it to you. When you get in touch with the workman, tell me."

　Perhaps relieved by Ray's words, Azimov heads straight to the place where the dishes are being cooked again to enjoy the barbecue.

"He's as free as ever,"

　Pamidor muttered, looking at Azimov's back.
　Ray nodded to Pamidor's words.

"More importantly, Pamidor has come, so enjoy the party." There are many delicious dishes, including Gamerion meat."
"Oh! Of course I'll entertain you."

　Pamidor tells Ray so and leaves just because he enjoys cooking.
　After seeing it off, Ray went to the place where Sett was.The sight of Mileneu and Johanna feeding Seto was fascinating.

"Slurrurling.

　Seto, who was eating skewers, notices Ray approaching and cries happily.

"Seto, you look like you're eating... I'm glad you're enjoying it to the full."
"Gruly!"

　When Ray caresses her, Seto gurgles happily.
　Seeing such a set, Mire Dog and Johanna look at Ray enviously.

"I hope Ray is always with Sett..."
"Yes. I envy Ray too much."
"You may say so," Seto is my partner, and it's only natural, isn't it?"

　While caressing Seto, Ray replies slightly dumbfoundedly.

"Why don't you try to be a taimer? If you're a taimer, no one will complain about you even if you have a monster.
"...but it doesn't mean you need talent to be a Tamer, does it? It doesn't mean you could be a Tamer because you want to be a Tamer."

　Mileine's words were true, but not necessarily true.

"Tamers are people who can follow monsters, or they can stay with them because they like them. There are many ways to do it. Besides, it can vary from one individual to another, let alone from one monster species to another."

　Nevertheless, Ray thinks his words are the epitome of ease.
　If you are motivated and can become a tamer, you can't afford to have so few tamers.
　He's as rare as a wizard... in some cases even less so than a wizard.
　In fact, Ray has not encountered Tamer more often than he has encountered a wizard.
　However, it may have something to do with Ray's basically guillem activities.

(Well, summoning magic might still be easier to learn than Tamer... well, if you didn't have the talent to use magic, you wouldn't have that option from the start. And even if you can use magic, there is a possibility that there will be many problems with attributes.)

　In Ray's case, for example, each person has its own attributes, such as the magic of fire attributes.
　Of course, like Ray, it's very rare to see him specialize too much in flames.
　However, there is still no possibility.
　In addition, it is not known that only a few people can use Ray's flame attributes.
　This is because the skill of death size makes it seem that you can use some magic, including wind attributes.

"...do you really think so?"

　muttered the Mire Dog, looking fixedly at Ray.
　After meeting Seto, of course, Mireinu also researched various things about Tamer.
　I went to a library that I didn't usually like and looked it up and gathered information in a guild.
　However, the conclusion was that he could not do it for sure...
　Ray takes a step back like he's been pressured by the way he looks at Miredog.
　Having brought down Ray, who never retreated in the battle against the Silver Lion, you will see how much love the Miller Dog and Johanna have for Seto.

"And there's no point in taming monsters because they're not Seto-chan."

　Johanna nods to the words of the Miredog.

"Glu".

　Seth looks at Mireine and Johanna with round eyes, purring at Ray.
　Feeling somewhat uncomfortable with Seto's appearance, the two open their mouths to misrepresent the story.

"It's been a long time since the party started, Mr. Ray. Isn't it about time we had some silver lion meat?"
"Oh, that's right,"

　If you look around, you can already see more people talking and laughing with the people around you than eating.
　Some are still concentrating on eating, but only a few.
　It's been a long time since the party started, and when people say it's time to serve the meat of a silver lion, Ray can't deny it.

"All right. ... Hey! I'm about to serve you the meat of today's silver lion!"

　Ray's voice echoed through the courtyard.