"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　A balloon screams when it is filled with flames that are compressed to about 1 cm. The next moment, however, I realize that I don't feel any heat at all, so I stand up and check my body.
　Murt, who had been holding down Bornter in Harbard until just a few seconds ago, must have felt dangerous by Ray's magic. He had already distanced himself from Bornter and watched.

"...nothing?"

　I checked all over my body, but there was no burn, and my clothes were not even scorched. It's certain that some kind of magic has been used.

"What did you do to 儂?"

　I don't understand. I don't understand. The confusion easily drives blood to the head and consequently makes short-sighted choices.
　A young man with a death size on his shoulder and looking at himself as if he were looking at garbage... no, he raised his fist reflexively against Ray, who is likely to be described as a boy...

`Whoa!'

　Ray, who avoided the blow of his fist without difficulty, hits him in the stomach with a death-size handle and hits him on the spot.

"Calm down. I'm not using any deadly magic. That's guaranteed by me using magic."

(Well, I'm sure you'll experience severe pain like burning your body every day at a time when the date changes, but you won't die, and if you go mad, you'll be forced to recover, so I'm not lying.)

　mutter in one's heart and continue

"The flames that are embedded in you cause severe pain that burns through your body at a certain time. but as for that great pain, if you are judged to have made amends for your sins, you will be released."
"What!"

　a flimsy Bornter at Ray's word How many sins have I committed in my life? Understanding it, the expression already shows nothing but despair.
　They also frown at the magic of blaso, fluorocarbon, or even worse than expected.
　Still, he doesn't complain about Ray because he understands how nefarious Volunter has been in his life.

"In the daytime, physical pain caused by interrogators and torture officers. a burning psychological pain at night It's the result of your life. Enjoy it to the full."As I muttered that, a person rushed into the drawing room.

"Sir! Are you all right?"

　The old man, who looks his age, or rather older than Bornter, looks around him as soon as he enters the room, glares hard at him and yells.

"Garahatto! What a great insolence to your husband! Know where you are!"

　The old man's butler's cry echoed into the drawing room, and most of the people there frowned in spite of themselves.

"Who is this?"

　It was Multo who answered such a murmur.
　speak with an abominable glance at the old butler

"He's the chief butler of this mansion," I've always had a Bornter since I was a child."
"... I see,"

　Fluorocarbons express satisfaction at Multo's explanation.
　The butler, who is not much older than Bornter in terms of age, has literally grown up with Bornter. And...

(I wonder if his indulgence led him to develop his present character.)

　It's easy to imagine how I've grown up so far, so I can't help but smack my tongue.
　Perhaps it was his duty to remonstrate against the Lord, but he came without any particular measure or little. It was not difficult to imagine the Azot trade's conventional ways of doing things, and what it said and did when it came into this drawing room.

"Gala pigeon, what should I do with him? Should I hand him over to the Knights.

　Understanding how nefarious the magic used for him is, he leaves Bornter alone, paralyzed by despair, and turns his eyes to the butler staring at the Galahat with stern eyes.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Yes. Is it better to do so?"

　Gara pigeon is also stunned to learn that her mother's illness, the main reason she loved her brother, was the match pump that Bornter had originally designed. Perhaps he doesn't really know what he's talking about.
　When Ray saw it, he let out a sigh and turned his eyes to Murt."Galla pigeon, in this way, is the one who knows the people in the Bornter estate best. What do you think should be done with this butler?"
"... I see. It was Bornter's confidante, and I think he knows a lot about it."
"Well, even though it's a remote town, few people know that the largest trade association in one town was connected to the Empire of Bestia."
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha," It's useless. No matter how many people have captured me and my dolls here, there are many other people who are interfering with this country. I'm only the tail of a lizard, the tip of an iceberg."

　It was a post-gera who spoke so coolly, tied up, but when he realized that most of the people there were looking at him coldly, he clapped his tongue in frustration and turned away.

(That's a fool! What are you going to do to tell us that there are others who are hiding? ... No, they were in this town of Guilm, far from the border with the Empire of Bestia. Wouldn't it be difficult to guess that you could be in another city?)

　The matter would never come to light, but Ray could still foresee that there would probably be a hunt in the kingdom of Milliana for some time to come for the hand of the Westian Empire. Spies themselves may not be uncommon, but it would be a different story if people from the Westian Empire were hiding close to those in power.

"What are you going to do! Let go, let go! Don't you and other adventurers touch me, Mr. Bornter's butler with your dirty hands!"
"Yes, indeed, it may be a dirty move, but if you tell it to yourself and to a woman, you'll only have a hard time."

　Fronts with pale blue lines on their foreheads at the butler's words wield a long sword at the butler's thigh. Was it intended, or was it simply forgotten, that the long sword had not been drawn from its sheath? In any event, the butler is slapped on his thigh with a scabbard and falls to the floor moaning in pain.
　And then...

"Here!"

　a man in his thirties who comes into the drawing room screaming so
　Again, the men in the room looked towards the door, somewhat dumbfounded, and saw them wearing the armour of knights belonging to the Knights of Guillum's City, and exhaled with relief.

"Well...?"

　All of a sudden, the eyes of the people in the room turned on him, and the knight spoke, looking around the room, even though he was confused for a moment.

"Oh... please explain the situation."Perhaps the servant who was sent to call in was brought in with little explanation. Fluorocarbons and Brasso's eyes are turned to the Gara pigeon, where there are still some gara pigeons who seem to be not here.

"Murt, the Gara pigeon looks like that, so the Lord will explain it."
"Oh? I see. Then may I leave the Volunter to you for a while?"
"Yes,"

　Ray saw Brasso nod and Multo approach the knight, but interrupted.

"May I have a moment before that?"
"Huh? You've seen Mr. Dusker several times... did you say Ray?"

　Fortunately, a man who seemed to know Ray nods in a small way and turns his eyes to a hole in the wall in the drawing room.

"There are about two people lying in the garden, as you can see from that hole. It's better to secure it as soon as possible."
"Why? I haven't heard the details yet, but I still don't think there are people who value it more than the Bornters here."
"Is it the secret weapon of the Vestian Empire that lies in the garden?"
"...what?"

　a knight who stopped and asked back as he turned to Bornter.

"I said it was a secret weapon of the Vestian Empire. To be exact...

　Ray tells us that much and for a moment hesitates about the succession ceremony. However, as long as there is a post-gera nearby, who is also an alchemist of the Vestian Empire, he thinks it's better not to be careless.

(You may tell it to the Larkes Borders only later.)

"It's like a chimera of people and monsters created by an alchemist in the Bestian Empire."
"What!"

　I wonder how important Ray's words are. rush into the garden through a hole in the wall
　A woman with scales and a crab-like crust covering her upper body and numerous tentacles extending from her lower body lay side by side, and next to her was Seto, a glyphon.

"...I'm sure Ray is right." Nevertheless, you're an alchemist of the Westian Empire. I can't believe I've touched such an outrageous means.""Hahaha! What are you talking about?" Technological progress is always accompanied by failure. No, I'm going to build on that failure and develop my skills."

　The knight glances furiously at the voice of the bound post-gera.

"What about him?"
"What did you just say? I'm an outsider."
"What!? The Alchemist of the Vestian Empire!"

　a knight who reveals more amazement than when he sees a demon soldier

"What do you mean by...
"In other words, the Azot Chamber of Commerce..."

　Ray muttered so much, turning his eyes to the Gala pigeon and retelling.

"Bornter was connected to the Empire of Bestia,"
"...No, no, no! 儂 never thought he was an alchemist in the Empire of Bestia. I have never betrayed the kingdom of Mileana!"

　Bornter, who understood he would be turned into a traitor at this rate, cried out, but with a post-gera on the scene, everything he shouted was just an excuse.
　Watching it, the knight breathes a little sigh for a few seconds and turns his eyes to Multo.

"I'm sorry, but have something to write on and some paper ready. I can't do anything by myself if it becomes such a big deal with it. I must consult with my boss and Mr. Dusker. If possible, I'd like to go and call him, but I can't give up."
"Oh, oh. I think it was about there."

　When I searched for the place where Multo was told, I found writing utensils and papers, and when I wrote a rough account of the capture of an alchemist in the Vestian Empire, I sent my servant again to the lord's house.
　After seeing him off, the knight turns to the Reyes.

"You will hear the details after my boss and support come, but for now it's rough and just fine, so let's hear what happened."
"Mr. Galla pigeon is in that condition, so I'll go first..."

　Multo tells the reason why the family trouble occurred this time and how it happened.Instead of listening to the story, Ray puts his death size in a misty ring and heads down under a Galahat that is still dumbfounded.

「……」

　Gala pigeon was looking at Ray approaching her with his eyes out of focus, but she soon gasped and clenched her fist.

`Come on... come to your senses!'

　a blow that is not serious but not so easy In other words, a blow of power that ordinary human beings would struggle with would be hammered into the stomach of the Galah dove.

"Slip!"

　A groaning, knee‐deep pigeon on the floor. Grabbing a pigeon by the shoulders, I force him to stand up.

"You must have known best how helpless Bornter is, and you've seen that he's actually done a terrible job. But when it comes to my turn, do I escape from reality like that?"

　a slap on the cheek but lightly on the palm of the hand
　Seeing the aggressive attitude, Multo blushes into his head and tries to complain, but he is stopped by both Blaso and Fron.
　once, twice, three times, four times
　Every time I do that, I hear a light snap around me.
　Then, gradually, the focus of Gala pigeon's gaze was on him, and he reached for Ray's arm.

"...that's all right now." I'm sorry, I made you worry."
"I'm not particularly worried," I may have been the cause of this incident, but you're the one who actually took action. Take full responsibility to the end."
"Oh, yes. A lot of unexpected things have happened, but I'm sure I've started this case. It would be reasonable for me to take the responsibility to the end."

　Thus, knowing that he had been betrayed and taken advantage of by his beloved brother, Gala pigeon has not recovered, but manages to regain his grip and begin explaining to the knight with Murt.
　Ray, Blaso and Fluorocarbons were watching with a sigh of relief as if they were finally able to take a good rest.