218 Episode 0218



Baron Cisne's family. Originally, the great-grandfather of Muet Cisne, the present head of the family, received the title of associate baronet for one generation because of his great achievements in the war between the two countries. He continued to make war achievements against the Vestian Empire many times afterwards, and for that reason he was created a baron and formally became a member of the nobility. He was Muet's great-grandfather, who had such a talent, but his son... Muet's grandfather did not inherit his talent. And his son, Muet's father, likewise, has a talent for conspiracy and exploitation as an aristocrat. Or, like Muet's great-grandfather, he lacked the ability to fight. The Baroness of Cisne, who was once said to be the head of the Baroness family, continued to fall, and by the time of Muet, he had already become a poor nobleman in name only.
 Still, he had a small but baronial territory... he was involved in a power struggle in the royal capital, and Muet, who was naturally lacking in talent as a nobleman, was taken advantage of and disposed of... eventually he lost his territory and moved to the city of Gilm.
 The biggest misfortune would have been that Muet himself was not a member of any faction. Of course, there are only a few aristocrats in the royal capital who are not part of the royal, aristocratic, or neutral factions. However, these nobles are not affiliated with any faction because they have the power or patrons to do so. Muet, who had no backing and had no ability, had no way to resist the power struggle in the royal capital.
 Still, there were a few close friends among the Neutralists, and they relied on their connections to be protected by Larkus, the central figure of the Neutralists, and came to the city of Gilm rather than being in the royal capital. with his wife's forgotten son and his only servant, the maid, Assie.

"…I see. It must have been a lot of trouble."

 muttered Ray, who had been told by Muett in the drawing-room about the formation of the Baron Cisne family.
 Muet shakes his head with a weak smile at the murmur.

"No, no. My life as a nobleman was originally not suitable for me. I don't have much trouble living in this town of Gilm. Rather, as a noble, I'm thankful that I don't have to look for people's inner feelings or flatter others."

 It was obvious to Ray that Muet was serious about the word. It seems that the interaction with nobles in the royal capital was so mental.

"And certainly I am not as good as my great-grandfather, who was appointed baron, in socializing with nobles. But my son... not Basrero. It may be my parents' favor, but I think his martial arts talent is quite remarkable."
"Father,"

 Bathrero, who is suddenly praised and embarrassed by a light red cheeks. Asier also looked at the son of such a leader with a loving smile.

"Well, that's all right. I understand, but as I said before, my fighting style is strictly my own. It was polished in action. Anyway, in the future, if you go to a dojo or any other place, you won't be told that you have a strange habit. Is that OK with you?"
"Yes! I've heard that Ray has the best fighting power in the city of Gilm. I'm sure that a mock battle with Ray will boost my ability."
"... oh, oh, oh! I see. That's all right."

 Rey nods slightly bewildered at her childish language. And it was early after I had decided to do it.

"And it's a place to play mock battles, but is there a dojo in this mansion?"

 Muet gently shakes his head at Ray's question.

"Well, thanks to the courtesy of the Count of Larkes, I have been given a house here to live in." You can't hope for a mansion as good as a dojo."
"Then where are you going to play a mock game? Why don't you rent a dojo somewhere?"

 Ray smiles bitterly as he watches the muet shake his head without saying nothing to the end.
 Muet, the head of the Baron Cisne family, says he was poor without money in the first place. If I had the money to rent a dojo, I would be sending adventurers to the dojo rather than asking them for combat training at a low price.

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

 muttering, Muet turned his eyes to the drawing room window.

"Just in case, the backyard is quite large. It's a little rough, but... I don't think there's any particular problem with physical activity like combat training."
"I see. Well, that's possible."
"...what? Is that all right?"

 Even though he said it himself, when Ray nods, he asks back unexpectedly.

"Well, fighting doesn't take place only in the dojo. No, for adventurers, it's more like mountains, grasslands, swamps, or narrow caves than fighting outside the city. If you think so, it's definitely not a bad place. Well, there's no use in combat training without a foundation... what about that?"
"Just in case, I've trained him to a certain extent by referring to the memoirs left by my great-grandfather, but I don't know if I can say that it's a foundation. I'm sorry, but please judge that only after you see the ability of bassrero directly."
"... well, if that's all right with my client, then that's all right with me."

 In a sense, throwing a ball at someone with talent because you don't have any talent is also a good idea. turn one's gaze to the bassrero thinking like that

"Then, for the time being, I'm going to show you your strength in the backyard."
"Yes! I'll get it ready soon." Assier!"

 Basrero nods to Rey's words, calls out to the maid, and leaves the reception room.
 I saw her back off and turned to Muet again.

"What's the matter?"
"It's called combat training, but how far can we actually go?"
"Where?"

 I don't quite understand what Ray is saying. Head to the muet that asks you like that, exhale and open your mouth.

"For example, it means that it doesn't matter if it's bruised, or if it's broken, it doesn't matter."
"...if possible, I don't want you to get hurt much, but I can treat a few wounds with the magic of Asier's recovery."
"Recovery magic?"
"Yes. Asier looks like that, but he's a high-ranking healer."
"...why does that bother you as a maid?"

 Rey asks Muet's words involuntarily.
 After all, if you become a recovery wizard, you'll have little trouble with your job. Especially for an adventurer, even if he gets injured in the middle of a request, he doesn't have to worry about losing his fighting power if he can recover by magic. Of course, if you don't have the ability to fight, it's a negative factor, but if you make it clear in advance, it won't matter that much. Or you can work in a hospital, or you can be welcome in most other places if you are a healer. At the very least, he is a poor nobleman who is not a maid in a baron's mansion where he can retain the peerage in his son's generation.
 That kind of thought must have come out on his face. Muet opens his mouth with a wry smile.

"Actually, the Assier's house used to be... but since he was a great-grandfather, he has served us. He's been serving me ever since, whether my great-grandfather saved my life or not on the battlefield. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"... again, it's good manners." As far as I'm concerned, it seems that Assier's family has a different job.""Well, we're so poor that we can't pay our wages properly. I manage to make ends meet on my salary serving the Count of Larkes. Oops, I'm sorry, but this is the case."

 You must have noticed footsteps approaching the room. Muet bows apologetically.
 a silent nod to the muet

(When I die, I'm sure I'll get lost in the street. In other words, he was worried about it and hired me so that my son could stand on his own feet in case of emergency. --the nobles don't spend their time idle, either.)

 muttered Ray in private, but of course the Baroness of Cisne was the poorest of the nobility. If you actually become a noble of high rank, there are quite a few people who say that you live in idleness as Ray thought.

"Ray, you're ready! Please do it!"
"Oh,"

 Bathrero walks into the reception room and wears leather armour that will make him more mobile. Ray was surprised to see it because the leather armour seemed to be of high quality at a glance.
 Of course Ray has nothing like an aesthetic eye for a work of art. Or if it had a powerful magical power like Ray's various magic items, he could have sensed it as a sense of strangeness. But what Basrero wore wasn't such a magic item. But it still gave Ray something of a historical air.

"...that armour is a good thing, isn't it?"
"Yes. It's a remade of the leather armour used by my great-grandfather. Everything is made of Monster skins worth Rank B or something. "Well, it cost me a great deal of money, but I still have to pay for my son's safety."

 Ray nods to Muet's words and approaches Basrero, who gazes at him with expectantly.

"Well, then, as I said, I'll show you your ability first. As I've said over and over again, my fighting style is completely my own. Of course, I've never fought against anyone else."

 Talking, Ray's mind came to mind that he had fought at the Guild's training ground. a mock match between the rank-up exam and the Miredogs a while later. Either way, the other had some experience as an adventurer.

(But Basrero is just an amateur child. ...even though Asier can use the magic of recovery, it is better not to injure him as much as possible.

"Yes! Nice to meet you!"
"Oh, my goodness," Then, if you will, show me to the backyard.
"All right. This way, doctor."
"... Doctor?"

 Ray bends his head as if he had heard a funny word.
 But Basrero bends his head and opens his mouth.

"Because you're a teacher who trains me, right? Or should I call you a teacher?"
"...you can be a teacher."

 I felt a little embarrassed because I had never been called a teacher in my life. However, he decided to be called a teacher quietly, judging that he was better than a teacher.
 Then, within a minute's walk of the drawing-room, they reach the back door of the house, where they go out.
 The first thing that caught my eye was the withered vegetation. Weeds are dead because it's winter, but if you come here in spring or summer, you'll find a lot of vegetation all over the place and you won't be able to walk. The amount of dead branches spreading around was large enough to make you think so.

"What...?"

 But it wasn't Ray who looked surprised at the sight, but Basrero. The assier, who followed him from behind, also looks surprised without speaking out. Because...

"Set, what are you doing?"
"Glu?"

 That's right. Seto picked up the big ones among the dead branches scattered all over the garden and carried them in one place for somehow.
 Ray mutters somewhat dumbfounded at the appearance. Then when he heard such a voice, he noticed Ray's presence and tilted his head slightly, his throat ringing.
 As if he didn't know what he was listening to, Rey laughs bitterly, and Basrero and Assie just stare at a bunch of dead branches in the corner of the garden.
 Or if you'd collected a great number of dead branches, you might have been surprised to find that there were still many dead branches in your garden.