The aristocrat, who was told by Ray that he was going to face him, looks frustrated for a moment, but immediately shakes his head.
　It was something that even aristocrats wanted to avoid, without hesitation, being hostile to Ray, who wielded power.

"No, I don't mean it either. I just came here at the request of a certain person. There's a lizard here, and I'm asking him to knock me down."
"... well, from a certain person,"

　The meaningful remark sounds like an unreasonable excuse to Ray.
　At least it seemed to Ray that he had really come to talk to the person.
　or here, for some reason or other, he intended to have himself contend with the enemy of the nobles before him.
　There was such a question in Ray, but now he tries to explain the person in front of him... or to ask for an excuse, he looks at him.
　As a nobleman, I had a lot of thoughts about Ray's words, but there is nothing I can do about them in this situation.
　That said, I can't easily talk about the person who taught me about this place.
　If we talk about the other person here, we may be able to do something about it now, but there is a possibility that the other person who tells us will retaliate.

(Do you want to run away?)

　For a moment the nobility thinks so.
　But as if he had read such a noble idea, Seto, who had left Ray, went around behind them.
　If a nobleman tries to escape in a carriage, he must pass by Sett.
　Naturally, if that happens, Sett will not shut up and let it pass.
　He is always careful not to frighten other horses, even if he is in the stable, but if he does, he can easily keep the horse from moving without using the king's coercion.
　...but these days they are less likely to enter the stables themselves, either staying at Marina's or camping here as guards of the tower of her birth.

"And?"

　Ray prompts the conversation after understanding the aristocrat's momentary retreat.
　with conviction that with Sett behind him it was no longer possible to escape.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　The former is out of the question, but turning near the latter lake also allows Ray and Seto to come up with any means to stop them while they're doing it.
　In other words, when Ray and Sett came out, they were in a hopeless situation for the aristocracy.
　The aristocrats think in their minds of ways of getting out of the present situation, but they can't think of any convenient way.

"Well... who in the world did you ask about this, or who ordered you to come here? Not many people know about it."

　Nevertheless, Ray knows quite a few people know about this place.
　As long as the guild sends adventurers here as guards, it is only natural that they know a lot about this area.
　Ray doesn't want to think the guild leaked any information, but he still can't pretend to believe everyone in the guild.
　As far as Ray knows, all the guild workers are proud of their work and no one is willing to spend money on it.
　But it's just all Ray knows.
　a guild in the sole remote guild of the kingdom of Milliana
　Naturally, there are enough people working there, and some of them may well be willing to spend money on information.

"Well, that's..."

　a man caving in on Ray's words
　What should I do in this situation?
　I know that, but I can't tell the other person.
　And you can't run away.
　The best thing to do is to keep your mouth shut, but even if you wear something that can be described as flashy... or bad taste, you don't have the courage to wear it.

"What's wrong? If you don't say anything, you'll hear it directly from your body. Is that your hope?"

　a light‐dress lay
　I don't feel the weight of the death size, but the actual weight is around 100 kg.
　The sound of such things, as if it were breaking the air itself, reaches the ears of the aristocratic men... and of the aristocratic private soldiers.
　Private armies, too, are supposed to protect their employer's nobility, but they cannot do so in the present circumstances.
　If you come forward here, you're definitely going to fight Ray or Sett.
　If that happens, you'll definitely not win, and you'll have to be prepared for a bone or two.
　Or, if the aristocrats had the character to be loved by their subordinates, it would be natural for some to think of saving themselves.
　Unfortunately, however, the aristocracy was not much of a character, but it was not something to be admired by private soldiers.
　The aristocrats who are cornered... eventually make a decision.

"I heard this from Mr. Veen of the Earl of Dawrat,"
"... the Earl of Dorat? I've never heard of it."

　He was a nobleman who told us that he had heard it from Veen Dorat, the Earl of Dorat, but unfortunately Ray did not know the name of Veen or the nobleman of Dorat.
　But if it became a count, the number would increase, and, above all, Ray was not a peer of the kingdom of Milliana, so he should not know his partner.
　If it had been someone you'd had some trouble with before, you might have remembered their names.

"...Okay, it's Veen of the Earl of Dorat. I'm curious about where you got this information, and I'll let Mr. Dusker know about it. What are they going to do?"

　Ray's gaze was on a knight.
　After all, Ray had managed the scene, but the person in charge of the place was essentially a knight, and Ray's adventurers followed suit.
　That being the case, it is still a knight to listen to instructions in this situation.
　Ray doesn't like attacking the nobles right in front of him, for example.
　Of course, if the enemy were to attack us, we would do our best in the form of self-defense.

"Well, we'd better get directions from Mr. Dusker here. It's a problem for us to judge on our own. ... I'm sorry, but will you go? Ray, who can move on a set, is the fastest."

　Ray nods to the knight's words.
　...the aristocratic man is relieved to know that he will not be attacked by Ray for the time being.
　But as if waiting for a moment of relief, Ray thrusts a death-size point at the nobleman.

"Huh!"

　Suddenly, the aristocrats' mouths burst into screams.
　I guess he was even more surprised because it happened the moment he felt relieved.

"I'm going to go explain the situation to you, Mr. Dusker, and I'll be gone from here. But... just because I'm gone, don't think of any strange imitation. All here are more skilled than your private soldiers."

　This is by no means a lie, but an unmistakable truth.
　The adventurers here were chosen because they judged the guild to be competent enough to cope with a rainy day.
　Combativeness is not the only criterion of judgment, but it is also true that combativeness is essential.
　That being the case, the private soldiers brought by this aristocrat are not at the level where they can manage it.
　In the first place, Ray's private army's ability is by no means high.
　That's why I decided that it's safe to leave this place to others.

"Oh, all right. I swear I won't do anything strange!"

　The death size at the point must be quite frightening.
　The aristocratic man screams frantically.
　Death size... a scythe is a very difficult weapon to actually use in battle, but it's very strong in terms of appearance.
　The aristocratic man now felt it from the bottom of his heart.

"All right. I believe the word, but... if you can't keep what you said, I'll make sure you pay for it."

　with a roar
　When I thought there was such a sound in the ears of a noble man and a gust of wind that could wipe him off, I could see a clean cut on the ground close to the noble man.It's obvious who did it, given what he had just said with Ray, who has a death size.

"All right, all right, all right! I'm being quiet! I'm being quiet, so please forgive me!"

　The aristocrat's mouth begs whether fear has gone beyond bounds.
　When Ray saw it, he was convinced that he would not act strangely in this situation, taking advantage of his aristocratic status.

"Then wait patiently. If I don't come back... I know."

　The aristocratic man nods many times to Ray's last words just in case.
　Judging from the appearance, Ray leaves the nobles and private soldiers to knights and approaches Seto.

"Seto, I'm sorry, but I'm going to Gilmoo. Can you order?"
"Gruly!"

　Leave it to me! Seto screams at Ray's request.
　When Seto refuses Ray's request... it's not necessarily impossible, but basically he listens unconditionally.
　Because it's Ray's favorite request.
　Ray pats his head thankfully for this and immediately straddles his back.
　When Seto finds Ray on his back, he runs up into the sky, flapping his wings after a few steps of running.
　Adventurers, knights, lizard men, and so on, had become accustomed to seeing them, but the nobles and private armies had no choice but to stare at them in amazement.





"Ray? What's wrong with you? You came back so early."
"There's a little trouble in the forest of Trent. I need to see Mr. Dusker for the report."

　When the guard hears Ray's explanation, he finishes the proceedings with an expression of disgust.
　Ray, who understands how the guards feel, pats the guards lightly on the shoulder and goes straight to the lord's house with Seto.
　The trees cut down by the woodcutters must also be handed over to the alchemists, but if they are told which is more important, it is, of course, a report to Dusker.

(I've finished reporting to Mr. Dusker, and if there's no problem with the time, shall I go over there? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　As it was much earlier than usual, fewer trees were cut down than usual.
　Then he decided that he would not have to force himself to go... and after a short greeting with some of his acquaintances, Ray arrived at the lord's house.





"...what? It's Veen of the Earl of Dorat? Is that true?"

　In the lord's office, Dusker once places the documents he had read in Ray's words on his desk.
　Recently, Ray was easily led to his office because he had been to the lord's residence so many times.
　And when Ray explains the situation, Dasker looks as troublesome as or worse than the guards at the main gate.
　Seeing Dusker's expression, it's not hard to predict what he feels about the existence of Vienna.

"Yes. The nobility who came to the Tower of Birth... Ah."

　It was there that Ray remembered that he had forgotten to hear the aristocrat's name.

"Ah... I'm sorry. I forgot to ask your name for a moment, but it seems certain that the nobleman received information from a man named Veen of the Earl of Dorat."
"Don't worry about the name of the nobleman. If you have one, it's not that difficult to find one."
"Thank you very much. And what kind of aristocrat is ... Veen? If there is no problem, please let me know."
"Oh, this case will concern you... no doubt you, too. Then you should tell me. First of all, he is a royal nobleman."

　The words alone make Ray look like, "Wow..."
　I know there are some royal aristocrats who have a good impression on them, but it's only natural that many of the royal aristocrats I've recently learned are problematic.
　At Ray's appearance, Dusker nodded deeply that he understood his feelings.