"Oh, scales? Wouldn't that be of considerable value to the scales of Gigant Turtle?"

　As usual, Elena asks with interest as she talks about what's going on today over dinner in Marina's garden.
　No, it wasn't only Elena who looked interesting, but so were the others besides Vihela and Bune, who actually saw the scales with her eyes.

"Well, I think it's unusual... ...but you'll have to look into what kind of material it actually is."
"Well, I was surprised that some of them had been manipulating the red cloth behind their backs."

　Marina was also interested in the scales of the gigant turtles, but since she was a former guildmaster, the red cloth and the presence behind it were probably more interesting.
　Cobort itself is not a threat to adventurers in Gilm, but not everyone in Gilm can manage it.
　Gillum has many ex-adventurers, such as those involved in the dismantling of the Giant Turtle, but not all of them.

"They're waiting for the guards to contact them. They're supposed to be watching Grange's base now, so if there's any movement, they can contact us through the guild."
"It's hard in this cold weather."

　Arra, looking up at the sky, says so.
　It's snowing in the eye, but it never enters Marina's garden.
　It shows just how convenient Marina's spiritual magic is.

"Well, if I were here, it would be nice to see it snowing."

　Vichela, who followed Arla's gaze, muttered a little amusingly.
　In fact, the current situation, where there was no sign of snow coming into the garden, was like watching snow falling outside the window from inside the house.
　...no, you can only see out of the window in the house, but in the marina garden, the walls don't block the view, so it's definitely the best way to enjoy the snow scene.

"Well, I don't think you need to worry too much about how to deal with the cold because you said you'd watch from inside a nearby building instead of watching directly outside when it's snowing."

　It's definitely easier than keeping an eye on the outside, as it protects against the cold wind even in a dugout.

"Hmmm ... but it's kind of hard to stay still. Maybe it can't be helped because I'm watching."

　Many people who heard the story nod to the words of Vihela.
　None of the people here like to stay still or be good at it...but I still don't like it.
　It would, however, be the same for a guard.
　It's because it's work that you do it.

(If you're in Japan, you'll find cartoons to kill time, but if you concentrate on cartoons, is it possible to miss out on people coming in and out of the building where you're watching?)

　However, it's true that it's painful to just stare at a place where you're watching without anything.
　That's probably why the two or three of us keep watch while talking nonsense.

"At any rate, I feel like I've made a lot of moves about the Giant Turtle."
"Oh, if I were to say that, I suppose it was a mistake after the Elenas came back from Anesis."
"Really? ... I don't think so, if you say so. But there was a lot of trouble in Anesis."

　As she says so, Elena's gaze turns to Ray, who is eating roasted oak.
　It's as if Ray were sucking up trouble.
　...and Ray tried to say something back, but considering what he had experienced, he realized that he could never deny being told that he was causing trouble.
　In fact, Ray is largely involved in trouble.
　Most importantly, if Ray hadn't got into trouble in Annesis, it's likely that an unknown monster or something had been summoned in Annesis, the second largest city in the kingdom of Milliana.
　It's not surprising that it didn't happen because of Ray's involvement in the trouble...

"Ah... but the Cobold incident happened before I came back to Gillum, didn't it? Then, isn't it a little too much of a thought that I had to do with it?"
"Maybe so, but surely it's true that Ray's construction of the mud wall has moved the red cloth and the people behind it?"
"I can't deny that,"
"Oh, you're not blaming Ray, are you? In fact, that mud wall has definitely reduced the number of Cobolts coming into Gillum. As a collaborator, I'm glad."

　Marina smiles glamorously as she says so, and Ray smiles back.

"Well, here... for the time being, I wonder what the people behind the red cloth will do next... I think we ought to think carefully about that, too.

　Vichela nods to Elena, who tells her after coughing something wrong.

"Well, even though the guards are watching, there's a possibility that they'll notice it... and then they'll take the initiative."
"You're the first one. That's what happened, and it'll be easier for us to do... ...that's better for Seto."

　Ray mutters as he sees Seto and Yero running around the garden in a cool spring or autumn temperature, even though it's a winter night.

"I'm sure it's easier there, but... if they get impatient, they might use some means that we don't even think of, and that would harm the inhabitants of Gillum."
"...if it doesn't damage Guillem, that's a welcome to powerful monsters. Ray, don't forget tomorrow's appointment."

　Promise? and all the others who heard Vihela's words -- except Beune, who is concentrating on his food -- turn to Ray.
　That said, the promise is not as s*xy as others think.
　Snow Cyclops was knocked down by Ray this morning.
　Ray and Vihela had promised to fight tomorrow morning if there was such a powerful monster.
　For Vihela, who prefers to fight against the strong, there is no option to miss such a great opportunity.

"I repeat, but there's not always a powerful monster like Vichela expects. If tomorrow the remaining monsters are Cobold or Goblin, don't complain."

　Still, I'm looking forward to seeing a powerful unknown monster emerge as Ray.
　That's why I didn't manipulate the ground, which was stained with blood from the demolition of the Gigant Turtle, to replace it with the underground soil.

"I know, but I think it's all right."
"...what grounds do you have for thinking so?"
"A woman's intuition."

　The manner in which he says it out is full of confidence, which makes Ray almost convinced.
　But it's true that when it comes to women's intuition, it's impossible for a man, Ray.
　And in fact, I know from my experience in this world that women's intuition is sharper than I expected.
　Above all, Vihela relied on her intuition to seize decisive opportunities in battle.
　That being the case, Ray should not have made such a mockery of his intuition.

(There was a sharp description of whether a woman's intuition was supernatural or not, but Vichela said it on the ground.)

　In Japan, Ray has never felt the keenness of a woman's intuition, but he has seen such behavior many times since he came to this world.
　That's why I never questioned Vihela's words.





"...yes, Vichela's intuition is amazing, isn't it?"

　Early the next morning, Ray mutters with his death-size and twilight spear in his hand.
　Monster in front of her...a giant white-haired, nearly two meters tall monkey, which, while avoiding attacks from multiple sources, Ray still felt that Vihela's female intuition was not to be underestimated.
　If a tree grows around there, it cuts its body up and down by shaking its death size while passing away a fist with enough force to break easily with its twilight spear.
　A white monkey killed easily... says Guild staff, defeating a snow monkey, Ray sees Vihela fighting happily.
　It would be more appropriate to describe it as dancing than fighting, as it cuts through its skin while avoiding the attack of snow monkeys by its magical claws.
　Not only Ray, but also others... specifically, many of those who came to dismantle the Vichela.
　Those who work as adventurers and are used to fighting in their own way are fascinated by Vihela's wasteless way of fighting.
　And those like Suu Kyi, who have little experience in fighting, are fascinated by the sheer brilliance of Vihela's dancing movements."Gururururling!

　A short distance away, Seto is using a power crash to crush snow monkeys' heads.
　The power of Level 6 skills is not only to crush the head of a snow monkey, but also to make the meat, bones and brains of the head incredibly fine... as if they had been crushed by a special machine and scattered around.
　...and Ray could understand how powerful it was, but if even his right ear became like that, he could no longer use it as a proof of subjugation.
　However, Ray is not in any trouble for money, so he is not in any trouble if one or two parts of his body are missing.
　If even the most important magical stones had been crushed, Seto might have been angry.

"Well, I should leave the rest to Vihela,"

　Whispering, he puts the spear of death size and twilight in a mistling, and so does the body of a snow monkey.

"Glu".

　The crushed head of Seto also brings the body of a snow monkey to Ray with a viper and purr.
　Ray caresses Sett on the head, praising him for his good work, while storing the headless body of a snow monkey.
　Seth, stroked on the head, squints happily and pleasantly.
　As he communicated, Ray watched the Battle of Vihela with Seto.

"Yes,"

　I turned my eyes to the voice which I heard suddenly, and found Bune there.
　It's not Ray's imagination that there's even a little envious color in his gaze at Vihela.

"Why? Does Bune want to fight the snow monkeys with Vihela?"

　When asked, Bune nods back, as usual, expressionless.
　However, Ray can understand that this is not because of the desire for battle, but because he is interested in the materials of snow monkeys, magical stones, and parts to prove their defeat, which can be exchanged for gold.
　But honestly, it's not clear whether we can fight snow monkeys in the present-day veneer.

(It might work out if it's just one, but the true essence of a snow monkey is a coordinated attack... ...and I guess I was lucky enough to be able to deal with one.)

　A snow monkey is attacking Vihela desperately.
　A sharp nail growing from a finger can tear the skin, tear the flesh, or break the bones easily, as it should be.
　However, this is only a case of success, and no matter how powerful an attack is, it is meaningless if it is not successful.
　Instead, Vihela cuts his opponent's body with a blade extending from the heel of the instep, avoiding such attacks by snow monkeys.
　The white fur, as the name suggests, of a snow monkey is dyed red by its own blood.
　The snow monkey tries to take advantage of the gaps created by his companions, but Vihela nevertheless cuts the body of the snow monkey with one movement after another, avoiding the movement.
　And finally... all the snow monkeys lay themselves on the snow-covered ground.