When Ray came with Sett into the forest of Trent, there was an amazing sight there.
　The situation is that trees are being knocked down toward the outside of the forest.
　It wasn't particularly funny to think of, but it was certainly a strange sight to think of on the assumption that this was the forest of Trent.

"Grull?"
"Oh, come down to the place where that tree has fallen in great numbers."

　Ray replies to Seto's round eyes asking, "What are you going to do?"
　The set then descends straight down to the ground.
　The sound of an axe hammering against the trunk of a tree echoed around him.
　It's not just a place or two, it's a sound coming from all over the place.

(It was supposed to be the name of a woodcutter's bodyguard. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　The first thing I do is to carry the felled trees close to the guillem.
　When Ray lands, he opens his mouth to the woodcutters and adventurers.

"I'm going to take the felled tree. Is it all right, then, to bring the tree down now?"
"What? Oh, yes, yes. But I'm still going to cut the trees..."

　If possible, I want you to come again.
　A man who seems to represent the woodcutter tells Ray so.
　The adventurers wanted Ray to come back again if possible, as the more money they cut the tree, the more money they could make.
　...but adventurers know what Ray is like, and yet they don't speak out because they don't have anyone close to him.
　Some of them have just come to Gilm where they only know Ray by word of mouth, but regardless of his appearance, they are watching Ray and the woodcutter in silence to see if they understand that Ray's Gryphon isn't the right time to say stupid things.
　Contrary to these adventurers, Ray is not to be feared by the workmen.
　It's not uncommon to see her on the street and give her food, and sometimes she talks to her lightly.
　The adventurer and others had very different attitudes toward Ray.
　There is no doubt that Ray's usual behavior is influencing him around here.

"Okay, even after I carry this tree... well, I'll be here again in a few hours. Oh, and I'll take the felled trees as they are, so please mark them with something so that you can see who cut which ones."

　Later Ray says he doesn't want to quarrel with this tree like he cut it, you cut it...
　The woodcutters and adventurers must know about it.
　Each began to mark the trunk of the tree appropriately, or write down and paste it on paper in an easy-to-understand way.
　Then, from the ready trees, Ray touches them one after another and stores them in a mistling.
　It's not unusual for Ray to use mystery rings.
　That's because even in the city, people often order food and put it in a mistling pot, plate, frying pan...
　But... it is still surprising to the viewer that all the trees disappear like this.
　Even those who have just come to Gillum are surprised, as this is the case with Ray.

"Oh, put that whole big tree in... the rumor that crimson had an item box was true."
"Oh, it seems so," ...well, he's subservient to the Gryphon, not to mention his own power. No matter how many item boxes you have, you're not so desperate to steal them."
"That's what happens once in a while."

　An adventurer who has been working in Gilm for several years tells an adventurer who has just come to Gilm.

"Oh, really? Is there anyone who knows how to act like a stranger?"
"Yes, but it was in the war with the Empire of Bestia that Ray was nicknamed crimson. So until his name was known in earnest, Ray was often licked even with a Gryphon."

　The adventurers who were listening to the explanation were like, wow...
　Ray's ability is now widely known.
　As with rumors, Ray has been seen by many in the war against the Westian Empire and beyond.
　That's why I don't think I'd want to go against Ray on my own terms, if there's any clear reason.

"And who touched Ray?"

　In response to the man's words, who timidly asks, the man who was explaining about Ray acts as if he were cutting his own head off.
　It's not hard to imagine what happened to Ray.

"You shouldn't be hostile to Ray,"
"Oh,"

　The voice I spoke in that way was so small... that it was a small enough voice to be called a low voice.
　But the moment we communicated with each other with eyes and eyes...

"Well, try not to be hostile to me as much as possible, and I'll be saved."

　A short distance away, Ray, who kept the felled trees in a mistling, calls out.
　The two adventurers, who never thought they could hear what they were talking about, stiffen themselves for a moment.
　Then I turned to the adventurer who told me about Ray for help, but... the man who was there a few seconds ago was nowhere to be seen.

(He ran away!)

　Terrible sense of crisis... It's only natural to think like that, but to think that you've been abandoned.
　Still, Ray reaches out to a nearby tree without saying anything more to the two adventurers.

"It would be convenient to gather the trees together in this way,"
"Well, it's only natural that this happened because we cut it from the outside. but this forest grows larger every day, doesn't it?"

　The woodcutter muttered in wonder that Ray had cut down the stored tree.

"Huh? Oh, yes. At this rate, I suppose, to-morrow, there will be another tree growing here."
"That's it. It's nice to see the forest spread overnight. ...no, it's impossible to think of it as normal, but if you think of it as a frontier, you can understand it. But what about all the trees growing in the spreading forest that are more than a certain thickness?

　As a woodcutter, he must have been concerned about that.
　For Ray, it's unusual when the forest spreads and the trees grow, so it's only a margin of error that all the thicknesses of the trees are more than a certain amount.

"What do you care about so much about?"
"...as a woodcutter, don't bother me."

　It must be a real concern to a woodcutter who is talking to Ray.
　He listens intently to Ray.

"You may say so," I'm not that familiar with this forest of Trent, either. All we know is that it's going to be dangerous at night. In fact, yesterday I found traces of a party that I thought was going to be wiped out in the future."

　Slaisha's party and the owner's party of the luggage that lay on what appeared to be the site of the camp that Ray found yesterday.
　Judging from the two, I'm just predicting that the night is probably dangerous.

"Is that true, Ray?"

　Surprise echoes around Ray when he mutters.
　It wasn't the voice of a woodcutter talking to Ray until just a few seconds ago, but the voice of Slasha, who was a little far away.
　I had been watching Ray stow the tree in the mistling, but I didn't miss the words that came out of his mouth.

"Slesha? And Loono... did you take this request?" I don't think I've cut a tree for that."
"Oh, just a little help from Slaisha," ...you know what I mean?"Rey's words were answered by Luno, who was on Slasha's side.
　But Slaisha, who is being spoken next to her, goes forward regardless of what Reno says.
　The words that Ray has just uttered are definitely of great importance to me.
　There's no doubt that I was attacked at night.
　But... that alone does not confirm that we will still be attacked at night.
　No, it's not that funny because normally monsters are active at night...but there's no doubt that they can't say anything about it unless there's some proof.
　That's why I can't miss Ray's words.

"Is that true?"
"Huh? Yesterday... No, the other party was attacked the day before yesterday? Well, there was no evidence, but there's probably no doubt about it."

　Ray cannot say for certain that he was attacked because Seto couldn't smell the blood in the place where he was carrying his luggage.
　The Gryphon Set, who had the skill of increasing the sense of smell, could not have been able to tell the difference if even a drop of blood had been shed.
　Nevertheless, Seto has not smelled blood in the place where the luggage was.
　That means there's something in this forest that completely... that even Seto can't smell.
　It was also a very difficult match for Ray, who relied on Sett's sense of smell when searching for something.

"Yes, sir,"

　When she mutters to Rey's words, Slasha can't say any more and she goes silent.
　Ray wondered for a moment what had happened, but he couldn't say anything more given Slasha's personal circumstances.
　It's such a big thing that all the party members are destroyed.
　If Ray's party... Marina, Vihela and Bune were killed, he wouldn't know what to do.

(Well, I don't think they'll die so easily, though)

　Marina has a track record as a Rank A adventurer for many years, and as a dark elf she excels in spiritual magic and archery.
　Vihela may sound dangerous because she likes fighting, but she avoids the danger of being instinctive and fatal, even though she is called a wild intuition... or a woman's intuition.
　Bune is less competent than the other two, but still has a better sense of danger because he is a thief.

(Huh? Is it actually me who has the least crisis-sensing ability among the Red Lotus wings? Well, in my case, there's Seto.)

　Ray shakes his head slightly as he watches Sett in front of his eyes.
　Ray is confident in his abilities, but he doesn't think he can beat Sett in terms of his sense of things.
　The set is now pleased to be given dried meat and stroked by woodcutters and some adventurers.
　Even if you're an adventurer who has a lot to think about Ray, it's probably different for a friendly set.
　Ray has some doubts about it, but now he decides that storing the fallen tree in the mistling is the first priority and prioritizes it.
　In the meantime, the sound of an axe hitting the trunk of a tree echoes around the forest, and the sound of a tree breaking from the trunk and falling to the ground echoes around it.
　However, unlike a woodcutter whose job it is to cut down trees, adventurers cannot cut down trees that well.
　All the trees cut by the woodcutter fall cleanly out of the woods.
　That's what makes it easier for Ray to put in a mistling. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　However, the trees cut by the adventurers cannot be said to fall cleanly against those cut by the wood cut by the adventurers.
　Even if they fall outside the forest, they all go in different directions.
　I guess it's still a good thing.
　Some trees are falling inward rather than outward.
　Still growing trees have prevented many from falling to the ground, leaving them leaning against each other.

(Is it the difference between a professional and a non‐professional? -- well, it's not as easy as it looks to knock a tree down in its own direction.)

　When Ray was in Japan, he used to cut trees to help his father spread the fields.
　It wasn't as thick a tree as it grew in the forest of Trent, but it still couldn't be cut down as I had hoped.

(Well, it's not a big problem because it's stored in a mistling.)

　When the woodcutter had stored all the trees he had fallen, Ray would move on to the place where the adventurers had cut them down.