a winter garden that would not normally be a place for a party
　But Marina's Spirited Magic and the heat from Ray's kiln kept the garden warm enough to be summer... but close to spring.
　However, since the snow, including the kilns, has not melted at all, it seems that Marina's magic skills are outstanding.
　At first glance, you can only see as if you are wasting spirit magic or magic items.
　The reason why they still couldn't look at the others in the barony was because they knew it was Marina's.
　Given Marina's good looks and status as a guildmaster, it's natural that some people would take it for granted.
　However, as far as this is concerned, such people never showed up.
　...is it because there was Seto at the party, or because Marina did something with spirit magic? He'll be the only one who knows it.

"Since Ray is the party leader, I'd like to name the party with something like fire."
"I didn't admit to being a party leader."

　The pizza ingredients have already been cleared, and Ray mutters disobedience to Vihela, placing the tea he was drinking on a table with just a few pizzas.

"Give it up. This party is made up of faces around Ray in the first place."
"Well, yes. I don't think there's anyone but Ray who can pull his face?"

　In Marina's words Elena nods that she agrees with the pair of obes on the table.
　At first Elena was busy with a gathering of her own house, but she managed to settle it down, and thus she was able to attend the New Year's party that the Rays were having, albeit across a pair of ovens.
　However, it was frustrating for Elena not to be able to meet Ray directly because it was over the oven.

"You may say so," If I were to be the party leader, there would be a lot of problems."
"... well, it's Ray,"

　Vihela smiled happily at Marina muttering at Ray's words.
　For Vihela, who loves fighting, it's not a negative thing to have some sort of trouble and be targeted by someone else.
　Even a plus for Vihela.
　However, at times like that, the strong are not the only ones who appear to be strong, and there are many who appear to be weak just by speaking.

"Let's just leave the matter of the party leader behind for now,"

　If things go on like this, Ray thinks he's not doing his job, so he's going to mislead the story for now.
　...though everyone who listened to Ray understood it and didn't object.

"What stands out the most in our party is Seto, right? Then I think the party name that makes Seto stand out would be good."
"I have no objection to that,"

　Party names often describe the characteristics of a party.
　As far as Ray knows, it's the axe of the thunder god led by Elk.
　Elk's weapon, alias and party name.
　Anyone who hears the name Thunder God's axe will think of Elk and his party.
　Of course, that's not all, but there's also a pattern like the name of the party of the Miredog, the scorching wind.
　However, it was also named a scorching wind in the sense that it was a fierce attack, such as the sword-fighting of the Mileine, the magic of Sulnin, and the bow of the Eclir.

"Is it Seto's name. I think I'll come up with a good one about Mile Dog and Johanna."
"Don't do that,"

　Vihela immediately puts a stop to Ray's words.
　It's because I know how much Mileinu and Johanna adore Seto... no, they love her words.
　If they thought of party names, they would think of party names such as 'Seto-chan Ai-tai,' 'Seto-chan is the best,' and 'Seto-chan is the best.'
　After a little thought, Ray understands it... and finally, Viehla can only nod.

"Well, but the name of the party?" Don't hesitate."

　Forget about Mireinu, Johanna, and so on, and think about their party names again.
　However, Ray is not so confident in his own naming sense.
　That's all I can think of, is the name of the party that Mireine and Johanna think of.
　What's more, the name of the party that makes our characteristics and goals easier to understand... hardly occurred to me.

'I envy you to be troubled by such things,'
"Oh, what do you mean?"

　Marina asks back at the words heard from the pair of ovens.

『I don't mean to make fun of him.』 But isn't it the most enjoyable time to think of such a name?'
"Well, I won't deny it."

　I hear from time to time that it's more fun to prepare for a festival than to prepare for it itself.
　Marina had no intention of denying the word if she was told that they would be the same.
　Besides, Elena's face on the pair of ovens was probably really looking at them enviously.

"What are you talking about?" Elena will be in this party one of these days, so if you don't think about her name together, you'll be in trouble."
"...what?"

　That's why Elena, who was seen in pairs by Ray's words, looks surprised.
　Then, for a few seconds, a look of amazement came to mind, and he hurriedly opened his mouth.

'No, but... as Ray knows, I'm not much of an adventurer?'

　The remark was undoubtedly true.
　Elena is one of the three major factions of the kingdom of Milena, the nobility.
　I couldn't possibly be an adventurer, though been an adventurer.
　That's why I envy the Ray's talking about the party...and I'm not there directly, and I'm even grateful that it was a pair of interactions.
　That's because I'm so sure that if I had attended a party directly at Marina's estate, I'd have behaved in an unusual way.
　So the words which came out of Ray's mouth were unexpected... ...that Elena's face was not a Duchess or a Princess General... ...that of a woman with a look of surprise in front of her beloved man.
　It's only Ray that Elena looks like that.
　Even his father, the Duke of Kelebel, would never see Elena's face like that.

(I wonder if he noticed it or not... who it is.)

　Holding her smile to death, Marina thinks as she looks at Elena on the pair of ovens.
　But you never mention it.
　Because if you say that, the words will come back to you exactly the same way.
　It was not just Marina, but Vichela, the only one who didn't love Ray here -- though she liked him -- but Bune devoted herself to savoring the dried fruit on the table, listening from one side to the other.
　In this way, Ray nods to Elena in the midst of many emotions.

"Oh, I don't think it's possible with Elena as she is it?" But... How long have you been? The succession ceremony has made Elena close to me. Then, even if you can't do it right now, you may eventually be freed from your current position."

　You can join our party then.
　At Ray's words, Elena pauses for a moment without knowing what was said... but bursts out the next moment.

"'Pu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u... I see. Oh, I hope so.'

　Elena can't suppress the urge to laugh.
　This smile would also not normally be seen by anyone who knew Elena.
　If you were a man of the aristocracy... no, if you were a man who knew Elena even if you were not a member of the aristocracy.
　But Ray never thought he was so lucky, and on the other side of the pair of oaves he opened his mouth with an expression of dissatisfaction to Elena, waving her blonde hair like the sun's very shape.

"What? You don't have to laugh, do you? I'm asking you honestly."
'Cough, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I'm sorry, but... Well, I'm glad to hear what Ray said. That's for sure.'Elena, projected on the pair of oves, laughs merrily... really merrily.

"Anyway, the name of the party... Well, I can't think of anything."

　If I keep talking to Elena, Ray will force her back to the party name... but nothing good will come out.
　There are a few opinions, just in case, but it's true that all of them don't they?
　And while we talk about naming parties, that's not the only topic.
　The conversation jumps from side to side, and so on the other.
　However, it might be appropriate for a New Year's party, since we didn't gather just to decide the name of the party name.

"Kiss! Ciss!"
"Grull".

　Even now, Yero, who came to Elena's side, was talking to Seto across a pair of oves with a loveliness that seemed almost like a black dragon.

"And yet, I've always wondered, is there a completely different race between Yero and Seto?"

　Vihela muttered in wonder over a slightly heated cup of tea.
　His eyes are on him... Ray is being asked, but he can't answer the question.
　From the first meeting, Seto had already had a conversation with Yero.
　That's what Ray has in his mind.

"I don't know what do you think? Well, I can predict a few things, but... I've made assumptions, and it's just a delusion."

　muttering Ray glanced at Yero.
　Yero is a dragon language magic... more precisely a ritual of succession, created by Elena, who inherited the magical stones of the Ensent Dragon.
　And Seto was created by magic, which was performed only by the Zepail family.
　They all seem to have something in common, but it's still not certain.

"... Oh, the date will change soon." Ray, are you going to eat udon, aren't you?"

　Thinking about the similarities between witchcraft and dragon language magic, Ray comes to mind with Marina's voice.

"Oh, that'said he. . . . . . . . . . . . for Elena."
'Huh? Oh, don't worry. Recently, more and more restaurants are serving udon here. I've been prepared through your conversation. ...if I could, I would have eaten the same udon as the Reys."
"Udon of the Duke of Kelebel?" That's interesting, isn't it? It will vary from region to region."

　Udon noodles spread from guillem, but yakidon is already ready, and there are many kinds of soup.

(If it spreads in the port city, it will probably be seafood udon, not seafood ramen.)

　That's what Ray thought, but if possible, it's because it's Japanese who want to eat soba instead of udon.
　...but I don't care much about rice.

"Anyway, it's just fine if Elena is ready for udon." Then, shall we all eat udon together? It's about time the dates changed."

　On the other side of the pair of oves, Elena nods and rings a bell.
　Soon after, the door knocks and the maid shows up.

"Miss, are you calling me?"
'Well. I'm sure there's udon ready in the kitchen, so bring it.'

　The maid nods to Elena's words and leaves.
　Then, within minutes, udon was brought.

"Then I'll take this out, too,"

　When Ray sees Elena holding a bowl of udon, he takes it out of the mistling.
　A pair of oves can project only images, and it is impossible to deliver the smell to the other person.
　But... still, from Elena's point of view, the real udon seemed many times better than the udon I had.
　He envied it a little, but eventually, when udon was served to everyone, he just passed the age...The New Year begins.

"Happy New Year!"

　I told him so and ate udon.