"Well... I'm getting used to this life."

　Early in the morning, when the sun finally shows up completely, Ray gets up and trims himself in a tent inside the camp.
　It had already been half a month since they left the city of Gilm, during which time Larx's forces continued to move and absorb troops from nearby towns, heading to the battlefield of Celemus. Even Ray, who was in charge of supplies, might have gotten used to it if he had lived the same way for half a month, but he no longer felt that much mental fatigue even after dealing with so many strangers as before.

"Grull?"

　You must have noticed Ray's up. Seto, lying just outside the tent, sticks his head in through the entrance and rubs Ray's throat as a morning greeting.

"Oh, good morning," Well, I've heard that we'll be arriving at the Celemuth Plain around noon today. This march is up to this day. Good luck to Seto for the rest of the day."
"Glu".

　When Ray says something, patting his head, Seto replies with a small grunt, urging him to leave it to him.
　However, since we are already out of the frontier where we don't know when we will be attacked by monsters, the burden on the reconnaissance officers such as Seto is less than before. They are thieves who are more intelligent than monsters. There are a very small number of people who act foolishly to attack the army, and even a small number of them have been annihilated by the wolves of the meadow before they were actually attacked.
　For some time Seto had been relieved of his role from the leading group of adventurers and had moved with him near the carriage in which he was riding in.
　It is true, however, that those who belong to the contingent of the other nobles who join them are frightened by Sett, the Gryphon. Except for the people in the town of Gilm, they have not yet been able to get rid of their fear of Seto.
　No, in this case, the adventurers of the city of Gilm are probably more unusual. It's more difficult to get along with a natural disaster like Rank A Monster.
　In this regard, it was influenced by the fact that many people had seen Ray and Seth happily eat the food together in the town of Gillum even during a period of less than a year, or after shopping in large quantities at stalls.

"Whoa... whoa... Ray?" You've been doing well since this morning."

　Luno sticks his head out of a tent near Ray. Reno, who was of a high rank and versatile nature, was convenient in many ways, and because of that, he acted with Ray as if he had no trouble until he established his role as a bodyguard for Ray and arrived at the Celemus Plain. If you act as Ray's bodyguard, it's a horse-drawn carriage that moves around, and you won't be diverted to the front or back, the most dangerous part of the march. Of course, as long as he is a bodyguard, he must keep himself safe, but there is an overwhelming difference in combat power between Reno and Ray, although they are ranked the same. Therefore, while acting as Ray's bodyguard, nothing special is done, and he is paid for just having a conversation in a carriage. That's more than usual, as long as it's the name of Ray's bodyguard, who's also an important person in the supply.

"Oh, my day's journey is finally over. I feel dull when I've been in a carriage for nearly half a month."

　The muttering words make Reno smile bitterly.

"What are you talking about?" These days, I exercise every day before I go to bed."
"...but after all, training is training. It would be a different story if we had at least a mock battle with someone."
"Oh, I repeat that, but what are you talking about?" I suppose your violence was the cause. No matter how entangled you are, there is a limit."

　Runo, who is almost self-proclaimed, also sighs for himself and silently caresses Seto on the head next to him.
　As long as this movement is essentially a military action, reaching its destination, the Plains of Celemus, will lead to war sooner or later. Therefore, during the march, some time was spent on training. Each unit has its own training time, for example, after lunch, before and after dinner, and before bedtime. At the beginning of the march, Ray did not show up for the training due to mental exhaustion during the supply, but he actively participated in the training so that he wouldn't lose weight once he got used to it to some extent. I was in attendance, but...

(There are idiots everywhere, but I can't believe they're going to twine me at pinpoint.)

　Unlike soldiers and knights, adventurers are mercenaries. Of course, the participants at the party will be able to work together, but basically, people like Ray, who is acting as a soloist, will be acting as an individual. For this reason, training was usually conducted separately at individuals and parties, but an incident occurred about 10 days ago. The adventurers in the army that had just joined the L'Arquis army, not necessarily the adventurers of the city of Gilm, or of the towns of Abuero or Subursta, who had heard Ray's name, had been associated with Ray's appearance as low-rank adventurers. Naturally, Ray didn't feel the need to hold back from such a person, so he instantly killed -- he didn't kill -- but... those who saw it were naturally afraid of him and were no longer in a situation where they could train together.
　However, only those who do not know Ray avoid him like that, and some adventurers in the town of Gillum come in contact with Ray without any particular concern. Rather, some of those who saw the adventurer involved Ray were looking at him with compassion.

"...I see. Then would you like to have a mock fight with me?"

　The sighing Ray must have looked overly depressed. Roono, who was growing up, calls out to Ray for such an invitation.

"That will help, but will it?"
"Well, it's not a bad thing for me to play mock games against strong opponents.k.a. strong opponent. But if you are serious, I'll have nothing to do with the sword, so you'll have to do with it."
"Oh, that's all right. Then I'll have a mock fight after breakfast."
"Oh, my God. ... Well, today is the end of the road. Let's do our best in the last day."

　With Reno's voice, Ray also made his way down to the supply unit where Queo was waiting to prepare breakfast for 5,000 people from the supplies.





"Hey, what's their dish?" Why is it so gorgeous when it's a provisions? Why is it that our army consists only of bread, cheese, and dried meat?"

　Such voices echo through the gathering of adventurers.
　Military is a collection of knights, soldiers, volunteers and adventurers. It was natural that each of them would gather with his own kind, and this was a place where adventurers gathered as a place to eat and train.
　The adventurers are, however, adventurers, parties and acquaintances, so there are countless small groups. Meanwhile, an adventurer muttered involuntarily at the sight of the breakfast of an adventurer nearby.
　It's no wonder that a sandwich full of freshly baked ham, vegetables and cheese was served with bacon, vegetable soup, and even skewered with a greasy smell.
　At the adventurer's man muttering in such a way, another adventurer's man nearby opened his mouth with a wry smile.

"What? Are you from the army that joined us yesterday?"
"Huh? Oh. That's true, but... I understand."

　A wry middle-aged man opens his mouth to an adventurer with an unexpected expression, shrugging his shoulders.
　What he had in his hand was typical rations of bread, dried meat, cheese, and water baked like the first man to speak out.
　Their eyes are on the most luxurious breakfast on the march... yes, a group of people who are eating what they call food rather than food.

"They are the Lalxes,"

　the army of Larx The first man to raise his voice suddenly stops moving.

"Larx's army, perhaps..."
"Oh, I'm just as you think I'm an adventurer in the city of Gilm."
"Are you from a frontier?" I'm sure you're good at it, then. But how can you eat such a splendid meal, even if it's on the frontier? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Well, that's what you would normally think," But... oh, look. Here we are."

　Slicing the softened bread in the water, the middle-aged man turns his gaze to a section open for training. It must have been determined that the young man didn't scream when he followed his gaze and turned his gaze towards him. Similarly, some of the adventurers who first saw its existence were breathtaking or screaming, and when it got worse, they were going to run away with their breakfasts.its existence appeared in the spring morning sun In other words, look at the Gryphon of Rank A Monster.

"Oh, hey! Why is the Gryphon here?"

　I asked the man next to me in a low voice not to attract the attention of the Gryphon, who was called the Death of the Sky, but he replied with a vague smile.

"Don't worry, there's nothing particularly to be attacked. Look at the Gryphon's neck."

　Following the man's words, he glanced gently at his neck to keep his eyes off the Gryphon. What was there was something familiar to me. But it's by no means the thing that should hang around the neck of the Gryphon.

"... the necklace of the devil?"
"Oh, to my astonishment, he seems to be taming the Gryphon,"

　the most incredible word for a man Looking as if he had been told by heaven that a mass of misrils had come down, he turned to the adventurer in his mid-20s near the Gryphon.
　In a way it was only natural for the man to not be able to look at the person wearing the robe.
　for it seemed to the man that a skilled adventurer who had tamed the Gryphon was trying to train his apprentices.
　However, his thoughts are dashed by the words of a man with a look of perspective next to him.

"No, it's the robe that's taming the Gryphon."
"Huh!? Hey, how can you do a Gryphon for such a kid? You can't laugh at me."

　A middle-aged man laughs bitterly at a man who responds almost at a reflexive rate.
　The guy in the robe... because when I talk about Ray, most people react in the same way. Of course, those who have the ability to see through Ray's power, and those who have the ability to sense magic, are of course taken aback by Ray's presence, but unfortunately, the man who is listening to the middle-aged man now seems to be different from themselves.

"That's what I thought at first. ...but look at them."

　a middle-aged man who talks to a young man and turns his eyes to a crowd of Gilmese adventurers.
　Following his words, the man, who had just turned his eyes, almost drops his cheese to the ground.

"You're lying, aren't you?"

　The adventurers at the front of their eyes were afraid of almost everything they looked at Ray. Some of them were waving lightly, or some female adventurers charging at the Gryphon, but only a few of them.

"That's not the case. Hey, that woman...
"Oh, it's all right," She has a special hobby."

　The dumbfounded man's... or, like a man, the first woman to see the scene, the thrusting woman begins to caress joyfully in her arms to the Gryphon.

"...are the adventurers of the city of Gillum a group of spookies, to embrace Gryphon so calmly?"

　unbelievable A middle-aged man opens his mouth with a wry smile at the man's muttering disapproval.
　They said they felt the same way when they first saw the scene.

"Probably Gilmoo is a place where there is a certain amount of presence, though that's not the case."

　The reason why I put it back in the ordinary place is that there are quite a few adventurers in the city of Gillum who are in awe of the Gryphon and their children.

"So the reason why that kid is here at first sight is because he has a demon called Gryphon?"

　The man asks, looking at the glyphon, but the middle-aged man slowly shakes his head from side to side.

"No, his skills are extraordinary."
"Oh!? Are you that strong?"
"Oh, in fact, the Rank C adventurers who joined us about 10 days ago have had their limbs broken in connection with him less than a few minutes. Besides, it's him. The reason why Gillum's adventurers are eating luxurious meals is because of this."
"...what?"
"He seems to have an item box, whatever it is." They're packing a lot of food into the box."
"... Item box? You're lying, aren't you?"

　You can't believe what a middle‐aged man says. He muttered in a dumb tone, but the middle‐aged man simply shook his head in silence.

"There's something unimaginable in the world. Look, this is advice. Don't act like you're going to quarrel with Ray. It certainly looks like a child of an apprentice wizard, but it seems to have run up to Rank C at the fastest rate since registering as an adventurer in Gilm. It is unbelievable to have a Gryphon, but it has only a few item boxes in the world that are said to exist, and it has so much magical power that the Wizard fears, and it is a monster with super power as a warrior."
"...why is there such a monster here?"
"Because it's a war,"

　a middle-aged man who responds curtly to the man's words and begins to touch the rest of his breakfast.
　The man, who was so blunt in his speech, could not help but be dumbfounded at the sight of the mock battle going on in front of his eyes.