"I have heard that there are bandits about here, but are they you by any chance.

　It was a man in a position to lead the approaching soldiers.
　I'm in my mid‐thirties.
　His eyes were sly, and he clearly looked down on the laymen.
　When he saw such a man, what other adventurers felt was not irritation... but rather admiration.
　At the very least, he says he can't assume such an important attitude with Ray and Sett present. That's because I understand it that way.

"Well, you robbers who cause Subursta a disservice. Is it all right to think so?"
"Yes! They attacked us, just hunting in the woods!"

　One of the first to respond to a question asked against the Rays was the bandits who had been captured.
　As if to agree with the bandit's voice, the other bandits claim they were caught doing nothing.
　Such words from the robbers surprises the man leading the soldiers exaggeratedly.

"Oh! What a bunch of illegal slave traders who catch innocent people! We all need to catch them and ask them what's going on!"
"Yes, help me! At this rate, we will be sold as slaves!"

　Another bandit screams as if he were following his words.
　Whether the other bandits who had been caught were wondering if they might be saved, they all told adventurers in the woods that they were innocent... or that they had been forcibly captured by illegal slave traders.

(As expected, it got into trouble.)

　When Ray sees these soldiers, he thinks they're going to be troublesome, and he looks up at the sky as high as he can.
　Summer is coming to an end, but the daytime sun still asserts itself strongly enough.
　The wind flowing from the forest calms down a little bit of irritation in the ray and opens its mouth.

"Shut up,"

　The remark wasn't particularly emphatic or yelling.
　But strangely enough, the words echo around them, silencing the bandits who were making such a fuss, saying that they had only been caught by force.

"Well, as far as we can see, you seem to be leading the slave traders."

　The man leading the guard calls out to Ray with a savage smile.
　Even if you were an adventurer, you wouldn't be able to contradict your words. without concealing one's assumption that

"Slave traders? What are you talking about? We're adventurers. I wouldn't have thought anyone would know me even though I lived around here. Hey, Seto?"
"Roll-rolling.

　At Ray's words, Seto, whose head has been patted, throats.
　The act itself is nothing but a common occurrence to Seto.
　But apparently it wasn't interesting that someone was trying to oppose Ray.
　a threatening cry rather than the usual spoilt one
　Hearing such a call, the man who has been provoking to Ray instinctively walks back a few steps and finally comes to himself when he hits the guard behind him.
　...if there were no guards behind him at this time, he would probably not have been able to stand under Seto's pressure and would have fallen on his backside.
　In that sense, this man should have thanked the guards.
　But the man glares at the guard as much as to tell him not to disturb him, and he looks frightened--actually frightened by instinct--to hide his disgrace.
　What actually glared at Ray, not at the frightened Seto, was that he didn't want to provoke him any more because he was a monster in the end, no matter how much he was subservient he was, and he didn't know when it would attack him.
　Compared to that kind of set, Ray is just a human being. ...it's true that he was an artificial man created with the essence of the technology of the Zepyle family, but he can't possibly tell that.

"Wow, are you going to threaten me.
"Huh? Threaten? Why do you mean that? Seto just agreed to my words, didn't he? He didn't actually attack you. Do you feel threatened only by dogs and cats barking?"

　a coward frightened by dogs and cats
　A man who has been ridiculed so implicitly opens his mouth to shame.

"You!? You! Who do you think I am? I am not in a position to speak like that!"
"You may say so," I'm afraid I don't know your name. Well, apparently you don't know my name, so I'll tell you, I'm Ray. It's nicknamed crimson."
"Well, how important of you to have a nickname? But I'll compliment you for saying my name before you ask me. My name is Tarania. who serves the magistrate of Subursta."

　The man, who identified himself as Tarania, looks at him, wondering if his name and position would make them resign.
　But Ray looked at Tarania without a trace of concern.
　Ray is the one who doesn't have any trouble with his opponent, even though he is originally a noble.
　Not to mention the nobility, but the deputy sent by the nobles... that Tarania, who was in the position of his subordinate, would have surprised me... let alone retired.

"And what does Tarania, the magistrate's man, want us to do?"

　Tarania's face turns red again when she calls herself Tarania... and when she is treated like that by someone as tall as Ray.

"What do you mean! I'm under the direct control of the magistrate! That's how adventurous... understand your position!"
"You may say so," I'm an adventurer belonging to Gillum, and it's not like I've never been to Subursta, but it doesn't matter today. How, then, should I deal with Tarania's appearance here?"

　Tarania is so angry that she can't speak any more at Ray's words.
　Up until now, his words were absolutely powerful in Subursta under the direct supervision of the local governor.
　Nevertheless, the man in front of me was quite calm, and that was most unpleasant.

"You, my dear fellow! Just before he was an adventurer..."
"What? Just? Did you just say that?" I see. Do the lords of Subursta and their deputies recognize adventurers as merely such beings? You have taught me a good thing."

　Hik, and...
　Tarania's cheek twitches when she hears Ray's words.
　Whatever you really think, if you say it directly, it can be your... and possibly your boss's official opinion.
　What's more, Tarania has said that she is under the direct supervision of the deputy.
　I wish the man I spoke to was really just an adventurer, but this time it was Ray, a notorious adventurer.
　Tarania, who understands that she has said something rather unsavory objectively, coughs a little."Well, I think I've said a little too much. But you're also to blame. You should respect your older partner."
"You may say so," You can respect someone you should respect, but..."

　It was, implicitly... or even half-directly, that Tarania was not a respectable opponent.
　Tarania was flushed again by the words, but this time she was silent instead of saying something careless.
　Watching Tarania like that, Ray opens his mouth again.

"Well, let's get back to it," I suppose you're the ones who came with us to carry the robbers we've caught, may I ask you why you're with us?"
"Robbery? What are you talking about?" I told you earlier that I came to catch an illegal slave trader.

　As if he had noticed something, Tarania smiled as if she could describe it as a grin.

"Yes, you are an adventurer... a notorious adventurer, but you have captured an innocent commoner as a slave, have you?"

　At Tarania's words, Ray turns his eyes to the robbers captured by other adventurers.
　We were doing nothing, hunting in the woods, and we were caught by force. They are making such claims.

"... the average person? That? I don't think it's possible."
"What!"

　Ray's words stifled Tarania for a moment.
　Tarania probably understands that it is impossible to call the bandits ordinary when they are captured.
　But still Tarania's position was that he could not have taken the robbers to Ray... no, they could not have taken him.

(It doesn't taste good, does it? We must take the thief back from them at any rate. Is that the kind of guy who...?)

　Tarania's gaze is directed at some of the adventurers in captivity.
　We had to have them handed over to us at the very least, and at the very worst, we had to keep our mouth shut up.
　We can't afford to know our connection.

(If you are an adventurer of Subursta, you will find any reason for it. and above all, from Gilm... he's a nuisance.)

　It was Guillum... or perhaps... Dasker, who was almost certainly the centerpiece of the neutrality.
　If such a person knows that they have come and has the bandits to be called witnesses to it, it is certain that they will be doomed.
　Then Tarania has no choice but to retreat here.
　That's what it takes to fight the adventurers here.

(There's no way we can beat the adventurer of Gillum.) I know that. But I don't have to win. If you shut their mouths, that's all right.)

　Tarania's latest round of guards is a mix of assassins.
　In case of emergency, they were supposed to work, pretending to have had a fight with the adventurers.
　In order to do this, we should have provoked them to go to war instead of quietly retreating here following what they said.
　Of course, the best option was to have the thief handed over without a fight, but that is not the case at present situation.
　Fighting is the last...and, as close as possible to the worst option, I've been praising myself for a few seconds for my ability to keep my hands open, but I'm going to cough right away and speak.

"If you didn't illegally capture slaves... you're right. Will you hand over some of the men you have caught?"
"What? Why?"

　Before you know it, Ray is negotiating with Tarania on behalf of the adventurers here, but none of the adventurers here are dissatisfied with it.
　No, I don't know what you think deep down, but at present no one was expressing their dissatisfaction.
　Well, it would be an honest feeling to finish the negotiations early and move away from this hot place.
　though it was absolutely unacceptable to be deprived of the robbers whom I had caught under the pretext of fate.
　Negotiations continue in the presence of such adventurers.

"If you insist that you're not doing anything illegal, we need to get information. Oh, I'll tell you, I'm not going to let you know the information that you got... because it's possible that you'll only have information that works for you."
"If I were to say that, you would not believe the information that came out of the mouth of the fellow you took?"
"Well, do you think I'm in the same position as an adventurer and a magistrate?"
"If you say that, you can't trust the information Gillum's guards have examined, or you can't trust all the people in Gillum?"
"That's..."

　Do a clever imitation!
　Yes, Tarania is thrown away in her heart.
　It's already common sense that Gilm's guards are very elite.
　If you say you can't trust Gillum's guards here, you'll end up with a lot of bad things at a later date.
　However, I couldn't take the bandits who were really connected to me, so I was wondering what to do... when I heard a voice suddenly.

"What on earth is this all about?"

　It was Elena, a beautiful woman with golden hair, who seemed to have taken the shape of the sun itself.