"Well, it's only the second time Len's been to Mejogo,"

　Ray nods to the man with a smile on his face, disguised as Len.

"Yes, it is," "However, since it was my first visit before, I couldn't help but get lost... to be honest, I had the impression that I was confused."
"Ah... well, if it's my first time,"

　The man nodded to Ray's words, saying that he agreed with him...

"Oh, don't tell a lie, lie." The first time Zaoras went to Mejogo, he caught a woman and went somewhere together. ...you know, my boy. This man is famous for his quick hands, isn't he?"

　Stupidly interrupting was a man sitting a little further away from the Rays.
　He seemed to have known a man called Zaolas, and there was something teasing about him in his mind.
　When Zaoras was spoken to, he replied in a familiar tone, complaining whether he knew or not.

"Why, I'm not that used to it. I can only go to Mejogo once every ten days."
"No, I think you've got enough of it,"

　While we were talking like that, the carriage continued to march and eventually reached Mejogo.

"Well, Len, I'm going to see my favorite prostitute these days. See you later."

　The man talking to Ray waved his hand and left as he got out of the carriage.

(Lately my favorite? ...and I hope these days are just that I'm tired of the old prostitute.)

　Considering what would be happening in this major, there is no denying that prostitutes may have been taken to underground facilities to give birth to giants.
　Ray hoped otherwise, but he was also fully aware that it was a transient hope.

"Well, boy. I'll have a drink in the bar and then go look for a prostitute. What about you?"

　It was the man who had been teasing Zaoras who had just spoken to Ray, who remained here alone.
　Apparently Zaoras has a familiar prostitute, while the man in front of him changes the prostitute he buys according to his mood.

(Is "Ichigo-ichi-e" the word used at times like this?)

　With such doubts, Ray opens his mouth.

"I couldn't do anything because I was just looking around at the mejogo before, so I'm going to play well."

　Needless to say, playing in this case means having a prostitute.
　Ray, of course, isn't really saying that, and if he does, he'll be known to Elena as before by Yero in the Dragon Robes.
　Ray also has a lot of things to do today, so he doesn't have time to do that.
　Fortunately, a man doesn't understand that.
　However, since he came to Mejogo, he thought Ray's reaction was natural, and he didn't go further.
　At any rate, if you go to the bar first, the man quickly leaves for the bar.
　After seeing it off, Ray begins to walk through the mejogo, relying on memories of his previous visit.
　As a matter of course, many prostitutes talk to Ray, but Ray ignores the prostitutes and proceeds.
　For Ray, the perception is that prostitutes today are created by the collar of slaves.
　I couldn't bring myself to speak properly, if not quite.
　Also, prostitutes may have decided that they don't have to stick to Ray, but as soon as Ray ignores them, they call out to other customers.
　Mejogo has many visitors from surrounding villages and towns... or even from other countries.
　That means you don't have to stick to Ray.
　If Ray had taken off his hood, women who were attracted to his appearance might have gathered... fortunately, Ray is now wearing a hood, so he was never found by prostitutes like carnivores.
　Watching what's going on around him, Ray goes down the street.
　Ray doesn't stand out that much because there are so many people walking down the street.
　They then follow the path they have taken before, and pass in front of the station where Jaya impersonates the guards.

(I don't see any sign of particular vigilance.)

　Of course, Jaya was not wary, as the Rays had not yet taken any action.
　Still, Ray is relieved to see the scene in person.

(There's no Oak-like woman I met then.) Well, he's one of the most influential people in Jaya, and it's only natural.)

　Ray walks on, looking sideways at a different man standing in front of the station.
　The man on duty probably didn't consider Ray particularly dangerous or suspicious. He wouldn't even look at Ray.
　Then he kept going down the aisle... until he entered the street where he met Sharia.

"I wish I were still there,"

　With the animal Sharia alone, if Ray recovered his strength by eating the food he had left behind, there is a good chance that he may have already used his superior physical abilities to change his hiding place.
　Don't you mind if I'm not here?
　As I went on thinking that way...

"Ray!"

　That kind of voice echoes around Ray before he can say anything.
　And he came out, dressed the same as he had seen him before... and still looking well, albeit dingy as long as he hid in such a place.

"You know I'm here,"
"I'm a beast, and I have a good nose,"
"Oh, come to think of it, the dog's sense of smell is incomparably better than that of a human being."
"Not a dog, but a wolf!"

　Sharia, who spoke in discontent, had a smile on her lips, contrary to her tone.
　You must be happy that Ray is here again.
　But it was probably more interested in what Ray brought than in what he wanted to see.

(I think I left the food in its own way.)

　Feeling a little doubtful, Ray pulls the bread out of the mistling and passes it to him.
　It's nothing more than bread, but it's fresh bread baked in a bakery of reputation in guillem.
　Ray had the advantage of being able to eat freshly baked bread at any time because he had a mishilling that didn't allow time to pass.
　The savory aroma of freshly baked bread is enough to stimulate Sharia's appetite.
　Watching Sharia eating the bread she was given, Ray was wary of the surroundings.
　Of course, I don't have any specialized knowledge, but if something goes wrong... Ray suddenly stops working.

(Who is it? No animosity?)

　Feeling a sign of approaching from the person he came to, Ray is ready to respond at any time.
　A few seconds behind such a ray, Sharia stopped eating bread.
　Their eyes are on the aisle where Ray came.
　Recognizing himself as a fugitive, Sharia groans in her throat with bread in her hand.
　Normally, if Ray had just arrived, it would be no use thinking that Ray had betrayed him.
　But fortunately Sharia was a wolf beast.
　People who are once recognized as companions do not peel their tusks unless they have a lot to spare.
　And Sharia's choice was never wrong.

"...what a surprise!" I can't believe I'll find him before he shows up."

　Contrary to what he said, it was a familiar partner for Ray to show up without looking particularly surprised.

"You've been..."
"Yes, it's been a long time. I'm glad you remembered it."
"...that's fine, but why are you here?"

　It's only natural that Ray's tone should be wary.
　In the first place, in Ray's eyes, a woman... Sula is also a prostitute in Mejogo.
　So it was no better than under Jaya's control, and it was clearly not interesting for Ray to have such a person here.
　Sharia is also wary of the prostitute in front of her, perhaps feeling Ray's alert.
　For Sharia, who had been forced to work as a prostitute in Mejogo, it was only natural for her to be wary of the appearance of a supposed prostitute.However, even when they stare at her, Sula opens her mouth without looking particularly upset.

"Calm down. I'm not your enemy."
"You want me to believe that?"

　Ray doesn't have the option of believing and not being vigilant when he says he's on his side.

"When I talk to you like this, you know I'm not a prostitute under the control of Jaya?"

　Smiling, Sula takes off the collar of a slave... exactly the collar of a slave.

"What!?"

　Ray and Sharia's mouth are filled with astonishment.
　It's only natural. The slave's collar won't come off under normal circumstances.
　... in Sharia's case, though I'm not sure why.
　At any rate, Ray paused for a moment at such an unexpected sight, but soon recovered.
　Removing the collar of a slave does not immediately mean that Sula is not the enemy.
　In the worst case, it's possible that he's even a jaya.
　Sula bends her head slightly in distress when she sees Ray uncollared and uncollared slaves.
　And then we should keep silent for a few seconds.
　Then he opens his mouth with a smile on his face.

"Now that you mention it, you haven't introduced yourself yet." I may look like a Sula. A prostitute in a mejogo... but it's not true. I am now leading the resistance Ray has asked for help."
"...what?"

　The unexpected words stopped Ray's movement again.
　In fact, the words that came out of Sula's mouth were powerful power.

"Do you want to lead the resistance?"

　Ray looking at Sula again.
　They range in age from late teens to early twenties.
　She was the same age as Elena and Vihela and was clearly older than Ray.
　Sula is used to being looked at like that.
　He continues his words without a trace of concern for Ray.

"Oh, I don't know if you know, but the resistance was attacked by Jaya a little while ago and its main force was destroyed." And the people who had led the resistance up until then were either killed there, injured enough to be unable to move... or left the line with a broken heart."
"I've heard of it," It's a giant, isn't it?"
"Oh, I knew about that, after all." Anyway, now that all the people who used to lead the resistance are gone, you need a new boss, right? That's why I'm here."
"But you're weak, aren't you?

　It was Sharia who broke into the conversation.
　Perhaps partly because of her strength as a wolf beast, Sharia could roughly understand how strong Surah was.
　Of course I'm not an amateur at all, but I think it's difficult to call him a skilled person.
　More than a beginner, less than a skilled person.
　Does Sula care that her strength isn't that strong, and she doesn't deny it, though she's unhappy with Sharia's words.

"Well, but it doesn't necessarily have to be strong, does it? That's because the ability to lead an organization and the ability to fight on the front lines are two different things like that.
"What? Where is it? At least in my tribe, the strongest will be the head of the family."
"Wow, that type? It looks like this, but I feel sorry for my brain muscles."

　Shariah's words make Sula feel something of pity.
　Sula understands that she is above average... and that's what she deserves to call a beautiful woman.
　Even from such a perspective, I had to admit that Sharia was as beautiful as I was.
　It's no use knowing that someone like that is a brain muscle and feeling some sort of pathetic feeling.
　But Sharia, who was called a brain muscle, doesn't seem particularly concerned.
　My brain probably doesn't think it's a curse.
　Bad taste is not disgusting, and bad language cannot be taken as bad language.
　Sula felt that all the tension she had just had gone away at once.

"Anyway, I have a kind of keen intuition. Of course, you wouldn't be chosen as a leader by that, but fortunately... I've saved the resistance many times with this keen intuition. -- there was nothing I could do at that time."

　The momentary expression of regret was probably due to the Giants attacking the main force of the Resistance.
　But Sula quickly switches her mind.
　It's not the time to think about the past.

"Anyway, as the leader of the Resistance... I met Ray, who is nicknamed crimson and leads the wings of the Rank B Party Red Lotus." I wonder if you will you?"

　Sula told him so and looked straight at Ray.