the day of the demolition of the gigant turtleneck
　Except for those who were on guard -- half of the bodyguards were still eating -- they enjoyed their lunch break.
　It's not snowing, but winter is still winter.
　Ray approaches the slum dwellers as the guild provides him with firewood and warms him up for lunch.
　Ray, by the way, had lunch with Vihela and Bune, and is now on a break.
　Others spoke to those nearby, some sitting deftly asleep.
　Everyone is free to some extent like that, but there is still something to be called a sort of segregation.
　No slum dweller, in particular, is wondering how to deal with others, or is willing to approach them.
　If this had happened in the city, we might have been able to talk about a lot of things, but many people might feel uncomfortable about the fact that slums are participating in such a large scale work.
　Or, if Ray or Guild staff were not here, there might have been some people who would have been involved in the slums... where Ray or Guild staff were located.
　...while Ray approaches the slums without particular concern for the atmosphere around him.
　Many people eat skewered Kobolt meat, not because they like it, but because it is purely the most readily available food in the current situation.
　On a daily basis, Cobold attacks Gilm and adventurers knock it down, whose bodies feed the slum dwellers.
　Cobold's meat, if not as good as goblin's, is not.
　But if you want to eat it, you can eat it normally.
　That being the case, it was only natural for slum dwellers to feed on it.

(It's not seasoned, it's just grilled... it's not like enjoying a meal, it's like refueling.)

　The dining scene of the slum dwellers doesn't look very good to Ray, who enjoys eating.
　In fact, a significant minority of slum dwellers can enjoy the taste.
　In that sense, the people here are probably typical slum dwellers.

"Well..."

　As Ray approaches them, those who notice him turn a look of caution.
　I know I'm the one who gave me the job, but I guess I'm going to naturally look out for strangers.
　Despite such glances, Ray doesn't seem particular about finding the person he wants... eventually he finds him.

"Suu Kyi, may I have a moment?"
"What? Oh, Ray. What's wrong?"
"I'd like to talk to you about something."

　Saying so, Ray looks around.
　Those around him looked suspiciously at Ray, who might harm Suu Kyi or make a wild remark.
　I don't feel like talking about how you might envious and attack Suu Kyi in a slum or how you could stay in a guild warehouse.
　If I had to say that, people around me would refuse it for some reason or other reasons.
　I was actually thinking about Suu Kyi, so if I explained it thoroughly, you would be convinced.

"All right. ... Look, don't worry. Ray looks suspicious, but he's not that suspicious."

　Suu Kyi calmly tells her to calm down, stroking a girl about ten years old on the head.
　Perhaps she understood Suu Kyi's words, but she reluctantly let go of her grip on Suu Kyi's clothes.

"Well, then, let's go. Just a little further away, right?"
"Oh, that's all right. ... But are you sure I look so suspicious of course.
"It's suspicious. Regardless of the robe, are you really going to tell me that you're not suspicious because you're hiding your face with your hood? It's a different story if you're with that Gryphon, but now it's not just Ray."

　If you say so, it's hard for Ray to argue.
　In fact, it's hard to judge Ray as Ray in the present situation with a hood on.
　Also, Seto, who is treated as a symbol of Ray, runs around as if to solve his daily lack of exercise.
　In that sense, it's safe to say that Ray is suspicious when he sees him without Sett. ... Although he's not very welcome.

"So? What do you mean by talking to me? I don't think anyone caused any problems."
"Oh, that's not the case. No, the guild staff complimented me on my performance."
"Really? ...heheh."

　Suu Kyi scratched her cheek with a smile, perhaps happy to hear her friends compliment her.

(You can tell from these things that he has a cheerful disposition... ...and if he feeds his children that much, it's no use coming to the site of the extension work to kill the covolts.)

　Among those who came today are many children.
　Those children are also firmly armed for demolition and can move before they are told, so there is no complaints from the others who are demolishing them.
　Suu Kyi, who had been embarrassed by such compliments, eventually opened her mouth to Ray, perhaps because she had recovered.

"And what do you want me to do? If there's no problem with their work..."
"It has to do with the safety of the children you brought."

　Ray's words change Suu Kyi's expression into something serious.
　After making sure Suu Kyi is ready to listen carefully, Ray explains what he has just spoken to the guild staff.
　They could be attacked by slum dwellers for the reward they earned for dismantling the gigant turtles, or for the money they had sold the meat.
　Explaining the back organization, Suu Kyi makes a convincingly difficult look.
　Maybe it was because he thought what Ray was saying was purely possible, rather than worrying too much or joking.

「……」

　I'd like to keep it within my sight it.
　Suu Kyi thinks so, but Suu Kyi is used to some rough things, but she is certainly not an expert in the field.
　That would be evident from Ray's help yesterday when he was about to be killed against three Cobolts.
　If people in the slums and not affiliated with the organizations behind them try to attack Suu Kyi's relatives, they will never be able to prevent it.
　Knowing that, he probably couldn't go back to Ray's words.
　To be honest, Suu Kyi didn't expect to be able to work under such favorable conditions—although they were clearly paid less than those who were dismantling them.
　Besides, I had heard that I could share some of the meat in the gigant turtleneck, and honestly I thought it might be dangerous for the slums, especially those who wouldn't hesitate to attack others.
　That's where Ray brought the story, so I don't know how to react.
　Then, hesitating... still thinking about the safety of his friends, he opens his mouth thinking that he can't keep silent.

"And what on earth should I do, then? I don't think the guild will do anything to protect us all."
"I suppose,"

　In the first place, if there are nearly fifty people... children alone who are to be escorted, they will need a reasonable reward.
　...the guillem is full of skilled adventurers, so it is natural that it can be so expensive to hire someone with a certain skill.
　Some adventurers may be underpaid for curiosity or humanity, but it's impossible for them to protect all their children by themselves.
　That being the case, Suu Kyi, who lives in the slums, cannot be compensated for hiring guards.

"Hey. Then what on earth should I do?"

　Then Ray opens his mouth with a smile at Suu Kyi, who is at a loss for words.

"Don't worry. For now, I've brought you a plan to deal with the matter."
"...Really? Can you do that?"

　Suu Kyi couldn't imagine that after hearing Ray's story, she could do anything about it.
　But when Suu Kyi is questioned, Ray nods back that there is no problem."Oh, but I'm going to impose a reasonable burden on you, too. ... To be more specific, I'm going to have you sleep in the guild's warehouse instead of going back to the slums."

　a simple idea that if you go back to the slums you'll be attacked, so you don't have to go back to the slums.
　But for a moment, she looks at Ray, wondering if the idea was completely unexpected to Suu Kyi.
　Ray was somehow able to expect that kind of stare, so he continued without worrying.

"You don't have to be so surprised, do you think, because you're going back to the slums and you're going to be attacked, and you just don't have to go back to the slums?"
"That's... I think so, but that's impossible. Some of the people who come to work with me leave their families and companions in the slums. Some of them are waiting to buy their food and go home with the rewards they earn here."
"Oh... Is there such a thing?"

　Suu Kyi's words convince Ray.
　It was simply a suggestion from the idea that we wouldn't let anyone here to work back into the slums, but Suu Kyi's explanation convinced us.
　But... it was certain that some of Suu Kyi's associates would get into trouble if everyone here went back to the slums.

"But what are you going to do about it? I don't think the slums will know how much money you've made or what you've earned today. ... Unless someone brags about it or makes a splash about it."
"That's... Uh-huh..."

　Now you know what Ray means. Suu Kyi is at a loss what to do.
　In fact, I didn't think it would be such a well-paid job, nor did I think I'd get a little bit of gigant turtleneck.
　When I accepted Ray's invitation, I thought I could be rejected to some extent.
　I still hoped I could make a little profit, but when I actually came here today and discussed the terms with the guild staff, the terms were exactly what I heard from Ray...no, even slightly higher.
　Then there's no doubt that what Ray is saying will become a problem.
　None of Suu Kyi's acquaintances do such a thing, a rare exception to Suu Kyi's unimaginably good nature as a slum dweller.
　Suu Kyi needed to take some action to protect her family, friends and companions, as long as she knew it.

"Well... I'd like to ask Ray, how many people can fit in that warehouse?"
"The number? Well, it's big enough that when I knocked down a large number of Gamerions, I could line them up in hundreds."
`Game-lion-sucking...'

　Suu Kyi repeats the remark in an incomprehensible way, perhaps because the analogy that Ray uttered was too surprising.
　Suu Kyi also knows about Gamerion as long as she lives in Gilm.
　I'm lucky enough to know the deliciousness of the meat because I've had it several times.
　But at the same time, a former adventurer in the slums... who had heard enough of the ferocity of Gamelion from some of the people who had come with him today to work on demolition.
　For Suu Kyi, an amateur who can't even defeat Kobolt, there's no way she can fight.
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"Ah... well... can the Guild's warehouse be with the family of the people here?"

　Yes, Suu Kyi would ask Ray.