After the three adventurers on tour of the aristocracy leave, the maid, Assie, turns to Ray.

"Well, to Mr. Ray, and to Mr. Seto, too. Come in, please. I'll get your husband right away."

　With a smile on his face, he invites Ray and Seto in, opening the gate.
　Ray and Sett nodded to his words and went into the gate.

"Guru..."

　There is something sadly echoing the sound of a seto.
　The door to the house was not so large, let alone the gate, and it was a little impossible for a set to enter. The body alone would manage to fit in, but the wings growing from the back would pinch.

"Ah... I'm sorry, but..."

　Asier turns his eyes to Ray, muttering in a troubled tone.
　Ray caresses Seto on the head with a wry smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, Set. Wait outside as usual. If it's cold, you can go back to the inn, but what do you do?"
"Glu".

　a singing set of eyes directed toward the garden

"Can I have you wait in the garden?"
"Oh, but... the garden..."

　Ray somehow understands what he wants to say to the way the assier hesitate. The place you can see from the outside aisle was neatly arranged, but deep inside. They may be concerned about the lack of care in places that cannot be seen from the aisle.

"Don't worry, Sett is originally a monster. You can live normally deep in the mountains, so there is no problem even if it is not well-maintained."
"...I'm sorry..."

　If the house of a nobleman is in this state of affairs, he must be ashamed as a maid. He nodded a little, flushed face.

"That's what it means. Just wait outside.
"Glu".

　I nodded as if I understood, and walked straight to the garden.
　Seeing the situation off, Asier guides Ray into the mansion.
　The house was, in a way, as Ray had expected, well beyond expectations.
　It was as expected that aristocrats were not rich, but the entrance hall, upon entering the mansion, was completely bare of paintings and art, and it was beyond expectation that it was spectacularly spectacular. Rather, it would be the correct size to call it an entrance hall rather than an entrance hall.

(...so-called aristocrats who escaped from the capital or were sent to the frontier for some kind of failure in the center.)

　While he is thinking this way, Asier guides Ray into the drawing room within a minute.

"Wait a minute here, please." I'll get your husband right away."
"Oh, I see,"

　Holding a paper bag filled with food, he bowed lightly and left the reception room.
　Left alone in the reception room, Ray sits on the sofa and looks around.

"Here too,"

　Speaking of a reception room, it's a room to entertain guests who come to visit your house. In other words, it should be the face of the house. However, this drawing room, like the entrance hall, had no artworks such as paintings or jars, or decorated armor or weapons, or stuffed monsters or animals, that might have been displayed in aristocratic houses.
　I looked around the drawing room and then sat down on the sofa. The sofa may be good for the general public, but considering that it is a piece of furniture used by aristocrats, there is no doubt that it is a little inferior in quality.

(I don't know why, but I'm sure I'm poor. It might be a little interesting to hear that he is actually just a stingy.)

　As I sit on the sofa thinking like that, the door knocks in and the Assier comes in, who just left the drawing room.

"Excuse me. My husband and son are coming soon, so please wait a little longer."

　She tells him so, puts tea in a cup from the tray she has in her hand and presents it to Ray.

(...heh)

　The cup smells faintly of flowers, and if you carry them straight down to your mouth, the sweetness spreads along with a slight astringency.

"It's delicious."

　a muttering ray of tea
　When Assier hears the words, he smiles happily.

"I'm glad it suits your taste. Actually, this tea is handmade by me. Dry the flowers in the garden..."
"Well, herbal tea?"
"Yes, it is. My husband likes this tea too, so he often serves it... Oh, sorry. I'm telling you this story."

　He must have been pleased to have been praised for his own herbal tea. Asier opened his mouth one after another with a smile, but he held his mouth as if he had failed immediately.
　For Ray, however, manners and anything else are of no particular concern. If the attitude makes me feel uncomfortable, I'm afraid I didn't feel uncomfortable.

"Don't worry. I don't know what you'd think if your guest were a nobleman, but unfortunately I'm just an adventurer.
"Thank you,"

　Bowling his head, Assier suddenly turned his gaze toward the door.

"I think there was a husband and a little boy."

　Tell me so, and it's by the wall. Seconds later, when the door is opened and two people come in, Ray stands up from the sofa where he was sitting and greets the person entering the room.
　One would be about 170 cm in size. a middle-aged man with a somewhat feeble smile, who looks more like an ordinary citizen than a nobleman. He had a beard under his nose, but it seemed to Ray to emphasize his weakness rather than his dignity.
　And next to the timid man is a child of about 130cm. I guess I'm about ten years old.

"Hi. Is Ray okay?"
"Yes. I'm Ray, a Rank D adventurer who accepted this request."
"Oh, I don't mind your language as usual. Even though he is a nobleman, he is, as you can see, a poor nobleman. It could collapse at any time. That's why I'm not used to aristocratic interactions."
"... well, if that's all right with you, I'm glad that's easier for me to do."

　Apparently, as Ray had expected... no, it's even more financially challenging.

(That's why the reward was that amount, I suppose.)

"I am Muet Cisne, as you may already know from the request. hold the baronial rank for the time being ...well, I've said that I'm only a poor nobleman. And this is my son Baslello Cisne. Bathrero, say hello."Encouraged by his father, the boy called Basrero takes a step forward.

"How do you do? My name is Baslello Cisne. I'm so happy that Ray, who is rumored to be in town, trained me like this."

　For a ten‐year-old, intelligent language is, after all, the result of his education as a noble. Ray thinks so while watching Basrero bowing his head vigorously.

"Well, I'm done with the greeting. ... oh, yes, yes! Asier, I'm sorry, but can Basrero and I get some tea? All the herbal tea you made is delicious."
"All right, sir," I'll get it ready at once."

　The Assier, who was standing by the wall, bowed to Muet's words and began to prepare tea.

"Now, sit down first. I'll explain your request over a cup of tea. ... as you can see, we are poor aristocrats. It's so bad‐mouthed that it's on the verge of collapse. I'm glad, though, that such a poor nobleman could have a house with a garden, for the time being. Well, I can't afford to hire anyone to take care of the garden, so I and the assier have to take care of it... but I'm proud of the herb tea made from the flowers in the garden."

　Muet recommends Assie's tea to Ray in an unimaginably low position.
　Ray, too, knew the tea was delicious, so he slips into the cup as he can.

"Oh, it certainly tastes good," It's a taste that can come out at the store."

　When asked to come out of the shop, he blushes and is embarrassed. Muet is turning the assier toward a loving girl rather than a maid. Basrero, next to him, also smiled around his mouth, apparently pleased at the compliment of Assier.
　Ray could have seen that kind of conversation for a while, but he came here in the first place to accept requests. Speak out to the three who are creating an atmosphere of family reunion.

"And about your request,"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Well, what I would like to ask you to do is to train Basrero in combat as written in the request."
"Yes, thank you very much!"

　a bassrelo that crumbles down while sitting

"...No, wait a minute." After all, what should I say?"

　He mutters a little bewildered when he finds out once again that he is going to train a child about 10 years old.
　And Muett probably expected Ray to behave like that. stroke the head of Basrero sitting next to him with an apologetic smile

"Yes, I understand what you mean. I suppose you want to say that there is no great point in training such a small child for about a week."
"Well,"

　a ray nodding to Muet's words In the first place, combat training doesn't come to mind and do a little bit of it, and you don't learn it right away. In Ray's case, Zepyle's knowledge, Ray's own amazing physical abilities, and Ray's own enormous magical powers. Or Reiji's experience playing in the mountains since he was a child has led to some sort of battle, but this is an exceptional element, and it is impossible for ordinary people to do anything about it by imitating Ray. And most importantly.

"My fighting style is basically my own. It doesn't mean that any school has been established."

(Well, since demagogics have produced death-size, it can't be helped.)

　Even in this world of adventurers and knights, very few people use a scythe. In the first place, spears are the most popular. No one used a scythe that was overwhelmingly difficult to handle compared to the spear, except himself, in the streets of Gilm, in the streets of Barr, or in the dungeon. Of course, Ray is not the only one in the world who uses a scythe, or even if he says so, he rarely uses a scythe to the extent that he can understand.

"To put it bluntly, it can be said that it has been polished up in actual warfare, but there will be some problems for aristocrats to learn. Of course, I don't care if it's a mock battle, but it's a hundred harms to get my fighting skills to master."
"Yes, I know that," I know that... you have to go to a suitable dojo to learn the martial arts that aristocrats learn. And, of course, a dojo where aristocrats attend costs a considerable amount of money."
"... I see,"

(It's true that this mansion... is not large enough to describe it as a mansion.) I don't think I'll be able to afford it, as far as the house goes.)

　Rey opens his mouth, inwardly convinced.

"I understand the reason. But is that all right with you? Even though you are a nobleman, you have your own way like me... No, under the guidance of someone you can describe as an evil way."
"Yes. I don't think there's any evil or righteousness in strength. The stronger, the stronger. The weaker, the weaker. That's all. And..."

　a bassrero with a shy wry smile that seems to be out of proportion to one's age.

"As my father said, I am a poor nobleman in name only. I want to have the technology in my hand in case it happens because it can collapse at any time. Fortunately, this town of Gilm is well equipped to live as an adventurer. In that sense, it may have been a blessing to be driven out of the royal capital into the city of Guillum."
"Well... I'm a little weak when you say that... What do you think, Ray? He says he doesn't choose the means to be strong as you say. Wouldn't it be possible for you to do combat training?"

　Mouette bowed deeply after telling him so. His low profile may be attributed to his poor aristocracy. And next to the muet, Basrero also bowed politely, and the Assier, who stands by the wall, looked at Ray as if he were begging.
　A few seconds after being looked at by the aristocrat's parents and their maids. Eventually Ray breathes out a great sigh.
　Originally, this request is a requirement for an upgrade. I've never thought of refusing.

(And it's also meaningful to kill time during the winter, though it's a bad way of saying it.)

　Thus, for a week, Ray would instruct aristocratic children on how to fight.