"Oh, my God! Sir Ray, why yesterday, why?"
"Oh, that's right. I've forgotten all about you."

　Ray comes to the construction site of the wall as usual, but when he finds such a Ray, he approaches him at a rate that he doesn't think he's old.
　The old wizard, who was intoxicated with Ray, was playing around in vain yesterday, partly because Ray rarely showed up at the building site.
　Still, not complaining and lamenting about Ray is probably proof of his respect.

"I'm sorry. I had something to do yesterday. I forgot to show up over there for a moment."
"Well, well... I can't help but be angry when you apologize so frankly." Only this time."

　Martz stops getting angry after Ray apologizes honestly.

(Man's ... no, old man's tundere is anybody's fault.)

　That's what Ray thought, but when he spoke to me yesterday, he didn't come back here in the end, telling me later.

"So, what's your business?" I told you, I was busy yesterday, but I'm busy today too... Huh?"

　Speaking to Martz, I suddenly notice a figure running straight towards me, and I'm on the alert for a moment because it was yesterday, today.
　But when I find out that they are familiar, I feel relieved.

"Was the rain of mercy?"

　Yes, running towards Ray were the raindrops of rank D party mercy.
　The difference would be that there were five people.

(I heard that one person was missing... oh, I see.) at this time)

　Ray recalls the events of last night... of the three horse-drawn carts at the scene where the adjas were.
　It was obvious, of course, that the women who had been taken away were being stuffed into the carriage with the collar of a slave, but at this moment the number of women was increasing by one.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Mr. Ray, thank you very much!"

　The blue-haired woman who came running in front of Ray bows her head deeply when she arrives.
　Maltz's expression of annoyance was immediately hidden in the rain of mercy.
　For Martz, it's not interesting to be interrupted by Ray's time to talk.
　However, seeing the people bowing to Ray, he decided that it would be better not to interrupt him now.
　though the concern was not in the rain of mercy, but in the purest hope of disturbing Ray here.

"Ah... you seem to know what's going on."
"Yes, I heard from Lusha."

　The blue-haired woman turns her eyes to Lusha, a woman she never knew before.

"Well, it's from yesterday, right? Thank you."

　Rei nods back, saying that she doesn't need to point out the way she speaks to the end of the sentence and the way she ends the sentence with a questionable ending.

"Oh, ... have you heard of yesterday?"
"Yes. And I was outside in the carriage."

　He said he could see out of the window or through a gap in the car. I hear that's the case.

(Intelligence... no, intelligence is basically an undisclosed organization.) If so, it was the Guards who explained the situation to him?"

　Convinced in this way, he suddenly says something that bothers him.

"You said you were using a slave collar, but did you have any consciousness while you were using it?"
"Yes, sir. Basically, there was. But I was told not to do anything unnecessary, so I couldn't move."
"I see,"

　Even though it is called a slave collar, it has a variety of capabilities.
　Some things are really expensive, and you can even manipulate the emotions of the wearer.
　...but of course such things are very expensive, and not as many as we can get.
　Anyway, what Lusha wore was not as powerful as that, and that's probably why she was able to see and hear what was going on outside.

"Well, I'm glad you're safe. They were worried about Lusha, and they were getting into a half-

　When Ray's eyes turn to the other four, they look away uncomfortably.

"All right. We all have to get along, don't we?"

　Ray tells her to watch out for the other four.
　But the attention is like angering children, and it's something that makes viewers feel comfortable.
　Ray is also relieved to see how Lusha is now and that he hasn't done anything strange when he's caught.
　The reason for this is that he was taken away to be a prostitute, though there are many things he distrusted.
　It's not surprising that people in the organization and adjustments are being abused.

"I know," Don't make me feel embarrassed in front of Ray."

　One of the rainmen of mercy blushes out of embarrassment at Lusha's words.
　As a member of Ray's team, I guess I want to dress up a little bit if possible.

"Well, I'm glad you're safe after all. So what are you going to do from now on? Considering that your friends have had a hard time, will you no longer work in guillem?"
"I thought about that at first, though. Then, you don't like it because you seem to have you don't want to. So, I'm going to work a little more in guillem. Fortunately, I have no trouble with my work now."
"Well, then hang in there."

　All Ray could do for the time being was to say so.
　In fact, it wouldn't be a mistake if Ray didn't have the motivation to say anything.
　And the choice was never wrong this time.
　The rain of mercy nods joyfully to Ray's words.
　For the rain of mercy, Ray is a notorious, high-ranking adventurer.
　Normally, we have a feeling that we are not easy to talk to.
　Now that you've been saved by your comrades, it's only natural that you have a strong affection for Ray.

"Yes, then we'll get ready for work right away."

　Saying so, the rain of mercy leaves... before only Lusha stops and bows his head to Ray.

"Mr. Ray, thank you very much this time. Thanks to Ray, I am able to be with my friends again.

　He bowed to Ray in a firm way, not in a characteristic way of speaking that extends his ending.
　He raised his head, which he had lowered, and found his usual figure.

"Well, excuse me now,"

　Lusha says so and follows her companions.
　Ray, who had been seeing them off, suddenly noticed the gaze he was looking at.
　The person looking at him was listening to the conversation between Ray and the rain of mercy.
　Noticing that she was looking at him in surprise, Ray opens his mouth with a mystified look on his face.

"What's the matter?""Oh... no. I thought that besides this extension, Mr. Ray was doing a lot of other things like that. Judging from what I said earlier, I was involved in the problem at that party. Come to think of it, Mr. Ray used to speak to them, and is that the reason why?"
"No, that's not true. A little bit more... Well, there were a lot of things. I'm afraid I can't say that."

　As for Ilze's revenge, Ray misleads the story by saying that it would be better not to mention it.
　Many people already know about Ilze's revenge.
　However, since it was still a part of Ilze's private life, I thought it was a little different to say it out of Ray's mouth.
　Maltz doesn't say anything more about Ray's behavior.

"More importantly, my dear Ray," Show me your death size."
"Again? Well, I don't mind."

　As Martz tells her to change the story, Ray takes the death size out of the mistling and puts it on the ground.
　When Martz sees it, he begins to study it carefully, trying to analyze it even a little bit.
　Watching the Marts, Ray was relieved that the subject had changed.
　You ought to say that you are old enough to do so.
　However, when you ask Ray to give you a death size that interests you at the same time as you turn the subject off, you can make him feel like an old man who can't eat anything.

"Hmm... not only does it have an effect as a magical engine, but it also has this weight alone." What's more, it has the effect of not letting Ray feel it? It's not such a rare idea to give an effect to a magic engine as a magic item..."
"I told you that before," Looking at the death size over and over again and saying the same thing... don't you get tired of it?"
"No, I never get tired of it at all. You may seem to say the same thing, but there are actually new discoveries at any given time, and most importantly, when you look at this death size, you get a lot of new ideas."
"...Didn't you become interested in magic items instead of magic items? Why are you more interested in magic items than magic?"

　That was Ray, but what really interested him was terrain manipulation... not Ray, but Death Size's skills.
　Although it is supposed to be the magic of the earthly system externally.

(Did Martz guess this? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　That would have been a bit of a problem, but... it's still not fatal.
　Of course, it would be different if you could see the ability other than topographical manipulation, let alone the ability to talk about it.Fortunately, Martz didn't seem to have noticed the area.

(though in Maltz's case, if he knew it, he wouldn't tell anyone else.)

　As if Ray hadn't heard it...or was deliberately ignoring it, I took a look at Martz staring at his death size, and then I looked around.
　The fact that Martz is special in many ways must be understood by others in the past days.
　No one in particular has said anything about the desperate search for a death size on the ground.
　On the contrary, I'm concentrating on you that work is about to begin, and that it's a priority.

"The walls are built in their own way,"
"Huh? Oh, that's right. However, this is only an early stage. I wonder when it will finally be completed. It's still summer, so there's no problem, but in winter..."

　Martz had been checking his death size, but he must have heard Ray's words muttered this time. I'll tell you so.

"Winter? ... I'm sure some people want winter to come early this season, but many people want summer to come early in winter."

　Ray mutters, looking up at the summer sky where the clouds are present.
　It's still the height of summer.
　Even though it's still morning, some are sweating on their foreheads. ...as usual, Ray is comfortable in a dragon robe with simple air conditioning.

"Well, at this age, I can stand the heat of summer. Especially this year, I think it's hotter than usual."
"Is that so?"

　Do you feel that way for your age? Or does Martz feel that way because it's his first time experiencing summer in guillem?
　Ray couldn't figure that out.
　As long as you're wearing a dragon robe, it may be natural.
　No matter how high the temperature is and how low it is... it doesn't mean that it's too hard for Ray.
　No, it was a different story if you take off your dragon robes, but basically Ray only takes off his dragon robes when he's in the inn.
　And at the Wheat Pavilion at dusk, magic items keep the temperature constant.
　Even in Marina's house, that part was conceived by the individual ability of the marina to perform spiritual magic.
　With that in mind, it's only natural that Ray doesn't really understand Maltz's words.
　That's how Ray thought about the work he was doing today.