"Well, that's all the trees you've cut down today?"
"Oh, that's what happens. But... It's really easy to work with Ray."

　The adventurer employed to guard Trent muttered, looking at Ray, who had fallen in the forest of Trent, in a mistling.
　In fact, it was very helpful for adventurers to lose the job of transporting felled trees.
　...and Ray is just like a savior to adventurers and cutters, as he also mimics the fact that he digs out stumps that have been cut down by trees at the root.
　But when he digs stumps, Ray does what he does, he uses topographical manipulation to build up the soil.
　It was the job of adventurers to actually pull out the stumps together.
　Still, I have no complaints about the adventurers.
　The sight of countless stumps is quite a hindrance to migration.
　But even if you try to get rid of the stumps, it's hard to pull them out when they're firmly rooted.
　If you're a high-ranking adventurer, you might be able to pull out a stump easily, but here are the less capable adventurers.
　If such people want to do something about the stump, they need to dig the ground and expose the roots to some extent, make it easier to pull out, tie a rope or something to the stump, and pull it all together.
　If Ray does it, he can easily pull out the stump, as the roots are torn apart in the ground thanks to topographical manipulation.
　Other adventurers should be grateful for it.

"I'm doing it because I'm profitable."

　That's what Ray replies to the grateful adventurer.
　In fact, Ray isn't helping to remove the stumps out of kindness alone.
　In discussions with the cutters, Ray has been told that he can do whatever he wants to do with the stumps he has removed.
　For the workmen, the stump after cutting is only a hindrance.
　Leaving it as it is can get in the way of walking, and taking up space even if you pull it out of the soil.
　If Ray gives it to me and puts it in the mistling, I have nothing to complain about, though I appreciate it.
　I can hardly thank you enough.
　...some complained about it because Ray didn't like it, but if you told me to do something about it, I couldn't help it.
　That's enough to throw them away somewhere out of the way... ...but I can't pretend to carry all the stumps by myself, no matter how much a woodcutter I am, but it's very tiring.
　No adventurer can ask for help when asked to help Ray to put it in a mystery ring and then take it all out of the way.
　It might be a different story, if you pay a reward.

"The stump is for profit, you know... what are you going to use it for? Dry it, firewood?"

　An adventurer listening a little further asks, but Ray shakes his head at it.

"No. If it's firewood or anything else, there's no problem. This is... well, for example. What do you think will happen if a stump falls down from the sky while you're fighting?"

　Ray asks lightly, but the adventurers get cold feet when they hear it.
　a falling stump as one concentrates on fighting against the opponent in front of one's eyes
　The stump weighs about 150 kg, depending on its size.
　Such a heavy stump will fall down, so if you take the direct hit without knowing it, it's no wonder that your neck is broken at once.
　And the number of stumps in Ray's mystery ring is close to 100.
　That means you can drop that number of stumps from above to the ground and attack them unilaterally.
　Of course, the attack is not universal.
　Depending on the shape of the stump, air resistance may cause the track to bend when it is falling and prevent it from falling to its intended location.
　In that sense, it would be effective to use it in a place where many people are fighting, such as in a war.
　...and besides, Ray didn't bother to say it, but wood burns as if it were natural.
　The stump was a raw tree, but if it was a flame caused by a fire whirlwind produced by Ray, it should have been able to burn without any problems.
　Of course, burning means that over time, it turns into charcoal, but conversely, it also means that burning stumps are more likely to blow away.
　There was no doubt that stumps were an unexpectedly troubling weapon for those who fought on the ground.
　It was a little surprising and frightening of them, though... as long as they were adventurers belonging to Gillum, they were unlikely to be hostile to Ray.
　In that sense, the adventurers working with Ray are lucky.
　In this way, Ray glances at the adventurers who are half comforting him and calls Seto, who was wary of the surroundings from the sky.

"Set! I'm going back to Gilmoo!"
"Gururururling!

　At Ray's word, Sett comes down to the earth, flapping his wings.
　Even the adventurers around him don't seem particularly frightened if they've already gotten used to it.

"Then I'll go back to Gilm, and don't ask me to guard the woodcutters."
"Oh, leave it to me, sir. ... Well, I've never been in danger in this forest of Trent before."

　The adventurer says so with a smile.
　The word was never wrong, but at the same time it's not always safe.
　It's getting cold, especially now, and it's about time it started snowing.
　And if it snows, monsters that only appear in winter will appear.
　The forest of Trent was still safe now, but such monsters are not always safe.
　The adventurers guarding him, I suppose, know this, but... it was only natural for him to be strong, as long as he was in charge of the transport of the felled trees, and they were in charge of guarding the woodcutters in this forest.
　Ray, half understanding the adventurers' thoughts, lightly waved away with Seto.
　Seeing them alone, the adventurers were on alert, listening to the sound of the woodcutters' axes against the trees, to at least get their work done.





"The number of people is decreasing considerably,"
"Glu?"

　At Rey's words, he bends his head slightly, "Really?"
　After a quick process at the main gate of Gillum, Ray muttered as he walked down the main street with Seto.
　Compared to a few days ago, the number of people who had gone through the process of entering Gilm at the main gate was clearly down.
　It's also a clear proof that the seasons are shifting to winter.
　I've been to Elgin for a few years.
　I've already gotten used to wintering in guillem, and that's why I've come to think it's about time to winter in this situation.
　However, there are more people coming to Gilm this year than usual because of the extension work.

"Now, take the tree you brought to your usual place...?"

　That's the end of today's work.
　Ray tried to say that, but before he could say it, he noticed that people were gathering in front of him.
　What's more, there's an obvious outcry coming from there.
　It's not a very peaceful event, though it's not.
　But that alone wouldn't have bothered Ray so much.
　Gillum is attracting many people, including adventurers, who naturally have a lot of blood.
　But... if Vihela's voice is mixed in the voice of the group, Ray cannot leave it alone.

"Here we go,"
"Rolling".

　Ray's voice makes Seto cry and moves forward.
　He must have noticed that Ray and Sett existed.
　The people who were building a crowd around the place where the commotion was taking place are leaving space.
　And without any particular trouble, Ray came to the front row of the crowd and saw... as expected.
　The men lying on the ground look bloody.
　But what surprised Ray was that the men were not armed.
　If you're an adventurer, you'll have the bare necessities when you go out.
　You don't have to wear leather armour, but carry around long swords and daggers...
　Of course, some people say that long things like spears take up space and don't carry them around.
　At any rate, the men who are now stunned by Viehla's fists, kicks, or throws, and who are lying on the ground are not armed with their hands.
　If it were just two people, I could understand that there was such a careless person, but if they were all like that, there was a high possibility that they came to Gilm in search of work, not adventurers.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
"Oh, you're a bastard. Am I a woman?"The only man standing still unconscious, angry... or impatient, hits Vichela with a blush of red face.

(I can't do it.)

　After seeing the movement of the body, Ray instantly decided so.
　A man's body is muscular enough to tell if he is doing a routine job using his physical strength regularly.

　Even if you wear long-sleeved clothes at this time of year when winter is just around the corner, you can see it.
　But... he's not a good walker, but he doesn't seem to be an adventurer who's used to fighting.
　Seeing her brawl with Vichela in this way, she must have been used to fighting... not at all, but Ray did not seem to be able to manage Vichela.
　But I don't think it's a good idea to describe it as a fight against Ray's expectations.
　It's not that men are unexpectedly strong, it's simply that Vihela doesn't knock them down easily for the purpose of hurting them.
　Avoiding the man's unstructured fist, Vihela gently applies her draped fist to the man's face and body.
　It's not really an act of beating, it's just an attack that makes you touch your fist.
　But the man sees himself knocked unconscious by a woman whose companions appear to be nothing but prostitutes or dancers in front of him.
　If Vihela were serious, he would soon join the ranks of those who lay on the ground.
　That doesn't happen because Vihela is clearly not trying to defeat her.
　Nevertheless, he shows that he can defeat a man at any time by touching his fist.

"... for Vihela, don't be so mean."

　The muttered Ray, but Seto pulled the dragon lobe with a clove and looked a little further away from where it was fought.
　Following his gaze, Ray saw Bune on the side of a woman.
　And the woman by Bune's side had her clothes torn and her white skin exposed.
　I'm wearing clothes that someone might have prepared over torn clothes, but that doesn't cover all the white skin of a woman.
　It goes without saying that what is the cause of this brawl... and why Vihela is so angry."

(Ah... what a fool these guys are on the high street... or perhaps the Vihelas could find them trying to attack a woman through a gap in the building?)

　I didn't think anyone would be proud to imitate him like that.
　With that in mind, Ray looks at the rather heartbreaking behavior of the man, which is not even called the battle.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

　No matter how much you attack yourself, you never get hit by Vihela.
　Nevertheless, Vihela's fists hit the man so hard that he could count.
　You can't exercise as hard as you can for such a long time.
　Moreover, this man was on his way home from work, and not necessarily in perfect physical condition.
　...however, even though I was in perfect physical condition, I couldn't help but deal with Vihela.
　Ten more minutes later... before long, the sweaty man falls to the ground.
　Vichela did not attack, but her physical limitations seemed to have completely broken her heart.
　He lay on the ground breathing heavily, glancing disdainfully at the man and handing him over to the guards who had waited nearby.