"This is..."

　Ray stifles at the sight that unfolds in front of him.
　Seeing Ray's attitude, Leldakt thinks that he is speechless at the beauty of the magic items that his ancestors have collected, and speaks, holding out the pain in his arms.

"What do you think about the magic items that are handed down in our house?"

　This room... Lerdakt had a condescending attitude toward Ray until he came to the room where the magic items were kept, but he probably regained some confidence in what Ray is like now.
　That kind of confidence was expressed in his attitude, not as much as when he first met him.
　The change in tone toward Ray may be due to his confidence.
　But... Leldakt's confidence is then easily broken down by words that come out of Ray'

"I can't use it,"
"...?"

　Leldakt, who has been praised but never expected to be disappointed, is momentarily dumbfounded by Ray's attitude.
　The reason why I still didn't bite Ray is probably because the pain in my shoulders tells me the absolute difference in power between him and me.

"Well, I was quite confident... what did you not like?"

　The attitude of dealing with Ray reverts back to condescending.
　Ray opens his mouth, staring dumbly at how Leldakt's attitude has changed.

"In the first place. The magic items here are basically works of art or something like that, aren't they?"
"Well,"

　Leldakt nods in Rey's words without any hesitation.
　After seeing it, Ray finally understood that Leldakt was collecting his information and that even though he was interested in collecting magic items, he didn't know what the magic items were like.
　Basically, Ray's magic items are something he can use.
　Things like death size, twilight spear, and thorn spear that can be used in battle.
　Things like magic tents, running water daggers, and stone kilns that can be used in everyday life.
　I have a few other magic items, all of which are often used in practice.
　Of course, works of art such as jewelry boxes, paintings, bronze statues, sculptures, etc., which are both works of art and magic, must be valuable to those who understand their value.
　But Ray is not particularly interested in objects such as art.
　It is incomprehensible to see paintings in Dusker's mansion or in the guildmaster's office, but to be fascinated by the work of art and to spend a great deal of money on it.
　...though others may not understand Ray's collection of magic items for actual use.

(After all, does everyone have their own values?) ...and it's not that these works of art are worthless.)

　Ray doesn't know exactly what kind of magic item is in front of him.
　But I still understand that it's worthwhile because Leldact was stowed away in this way.

(Well, it's not like I'm being deceived by a fake.)

　When I was in Japan, I've seen people talk on TV about being deceived by fake designer goods.
　If you're not fooled like that, the magic items in front of Ray's eyes are probably of great value.

"What effect does this jewel box have?"
"That's a magic item that makes music sound when you open it."
"Ah... I see,"

　Ray wondered for a moment whether it was his own countrymen who made this, but understood that it would be so strange if it were something like a music box, even if it were thought of in this Elgin... he would keep it in the mistling.

"Oops!"
"What's the matter?"
"...no,"

　This kind of magic item is not Ray's hobby. However, I understand that Leldakt cherishes this magic item, so I believe that taking it away will have a great effect as a retaliation for Leldakt.

"Is this painting also a magic item?"
"What? Oh, yes. Spreading magic changes the background of the painting."

　A little interested in Leldact's explanation, Ray casts some magical powers over the paintings he was displaying.
　The picture showed a woman smiling on the spring meadow, but the next moment it became a summery, cloudless blue sky, and the meadow was clearly extended from a few seconds ago.
　And if you apply more magic, the content of the painting changes in autumn, winter... or nighttime spring, summer, autumn, winter, etc.

"…I see. It's kind of funny."

　Even though Ray is not interested in works of art, it was very interesting to see that the content of the painting changes so much depending on the magic of the art.
　The painting is naturally stored in a mistling.

"Oh..."

　It must be a great psychological damage for Leldakt to be able to show the magic items that he and his family have collected in front of him one after another.
　Leldakt's mouth lets out a small cry of grief.
　Then Ray kept storing magic items in the shape of works of art, but suddenly he realized that he heard something like ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

(That... well, have you come this far yet.) Then I don't have to stay here any longer.)

　Knowing what the voice means, Ray calls out to Leldakt, who probably hasn't heard it yet.

"I'm going now, but the rebels should be here in a little by little."
"Oh!? Rebels! Oh, why!"
"Because... you really don't understand? It's probably because you're not fit to rule over this territory."

　It's probably because there are so many things that come to mind when Ray's words. Lerdact is reflexively breathtaking... and then he tries to say something, but it disappears in silence.
　Then, Leldakt's face turns to despair.
　It's only natural that Ray almost destroyed his defense -- most of them fled -- because he understood that if he was attacked by rebels, he would certainly have no life.

"Lady Ray! Lord Ray said earlier that he would save my life! But will you hand me over to the rebels?"

　It's probably out of the fear of my life. The name Ray, which had been neglected, was also pronounced Ray.

"It would be all right if we didn't rule in such a way that a rebellion would arise." ... well, that's all right. Don't worry. I'm talking to the rebels. I don't think I'll take your life."
"What!? With the rebels from the beginning..."

　Were you working together?
　Leldact tried to say so, but before he knew it, he was confronted by the tip of the spear in the twilight, and could not speak any more.

"I'd like to say, "Correctly... but not exactly." When I came to the Earl of Lerdacht, the rebels were already ready to act."

　Ray says exaggeratedly, though he had not made such a big move yet, although he had all his weapons in place.

"And I came into contact with him and told him that I was going to act like this today. We both had a lot of good things to do."

　For Ray, the rebels can take care of the situation after the retribution against Leldakt, who can get rid of Leldakt's forces.
　It was a mutually beneficial contract.

"That's..."

　Ray continues, interrupting Leldakt's attempts to say something.

"For the time being, don't worry, I assure you that you are alive. though I don't know what will happen if you treat them with arrogance."

　Ray talks with the rebels not to kill Leldakt, but depending on Leldakt's attitude, he won'
　However, it was not clear whether the rebels would harm Leldakt, who is now severed from both shoulders and stained his face with all kinds of bodily fluids."... All right,"

　Leldakt probably understands his current situation. Instead of refuting Ray's words, he nods back calmly.

"I tell you, if I do something about this situation, I may come back if I try to impose the same tyranny again."

　Ray told me so, but it's not clear whether he'll really come back.
　If you have anything to do here, it's a different story, but if you ask me if I'll come all the way to see what's going on, I'd say no.
　But if Ray says he may come back to see what's going on, he has to consider the possibility, even if it's extremely unlikely.
　Of course, there is a question of whether Leldakt, who has lost his arms, can remain lord, but it will be difficult for the Earl of Leldakt to impose tyranny as it has been in the past.
　Moreover, Lerdacht will be deeply ashamed of himself among the aristocrats, and his low influence will be further diminished.
　There's no doubt that from now on we won't be able to move as freely as we used to.

"What are you going to do from now on... I said, "I'll let you take your time to see."

　Rey tells him so and leaves the room where the magic items were stored, leaving Leldact there.
　From behind, weeping, weeping, weeping, weeping, weeping, weeping... a mixture of all kinds of emotions, but from Ray's point of view it was nothing but his own fault, and he walked down the aisle without particular concern.
　There were only a few hours ago, dozens of people... more than a hundred people in the lord's house, but now we can't see that many people.
　Ray's presence must have reduced the number of people so that many of them fled and others fled.
　Some were loyal to Lerdact, and perhaps others remained... and Ray could not see them.

(Well, it's your own fault, isn't it? ...but I don't think the guy who ran away like this would be hired again by Lerdact. If Leldakt is safe... well, let's leave that up to the face of the rebels. I'm done with my business, and I'm quick...)

　You can go back to Gilm.

"Ah,"

　The moment I think about it, I suddenly realize.
　That reminds me that I had forgotten all the time since I met the rebels, but now that I remember it, I think I had kept the letters from Jazz.
　Hazlouis, near where the rebels met. Letters to Jazz's brother, Dostrite, who lives there.
　It was originally intended to obtain the information necessary to retaliate against Lerdact, but the matter was already solved by encountering rebels just before they arrived in Hazlouis.
　That's why I forgot about the letter.
　Anyway, it's easy to imagine that the letter would have asked Ray to cooperate, but there's no doubt that there are other things he's been up to.
　In the first place, Jazz had fled the Earl of Lerdacht.
　If that was the case, I couldn't have exchanged letters with my family so easily.

"Well... well, you know what? It's a little late, but it won't take much time if you ask Sett."

　Given the speed of Seto's journey, it won't be difficult to hand over the letter tonight.
　...however, many of them are already asleep.
　Of course I can't pretend to ask you at that time, so I guess I'll be asking you tomorrow.

"Then it's a field-night,"

　That's what Ray muttered, but there's no sign of regret in the words.
　In the first place, what Ray calls a "no-yado" is a "no-yado" with a magic tent.
　The comfort will be much better than that of a typical inn.
　What's more, this Earl of Lerdacht is not a frontier.
　It's almost impossible for a vicious monster to attack you in the middle of the night.
　There are a lot of thieves instead of monsters, but with Seto, you won't have to worry about it.

"Slurrurling.

　As I walk with that thought in mind, Seto comes along with a happy cry.
　Ray opens his mouth, caressing Seto's approaching face.

"I'm thinking of going to the city, Hazlouis, do you mind?"
"Gruly!"

　At Ray's words, Seto exclaims joyfully... and within a few minutes, Seto flies out into the night sky.
　A little while later...the rebels entered the lord's residence.