the Duchess of Marka Quent He has shown his talent since he was even younger than he is now, and has a rare talent for magic.
　If the warrior representing the present kingdom of Mileana was the princess general Elena Kelebel, Marca Quent was also known as the magic symbol of the next generation.
　He is only seven years old...no, even though he is young, he likes to use the magic of three attributes: wind, earth, and light, and his magical powers are one of the best in the kingdom of Mileana. Nevertheless, he is not arrogant, condescending, and naive, and very popular with those who live in the Duke of Quent.
　The people of the domain rumored that her long emerald hair and young but well-dressed features would definitely be called the most beautiful woman in the future.
　Many aristocrats in the kingdom of Milliana look down on commoners, but Marka did not condone this and used his magic to beat down the viscount's heirs who tried to make a fault of the duchess.
　Naturally, it was impossible for a viscount to accuse the people of the duke's territory and, more importantly, to kill the duke's daughter for nothing, and the viscount's family was subsequently destroyed.
　Ray had no idea that the girl who was stroking Seto in front of her was such a person, but it was clear that she was not just a girl, and she could not take appropriate action.
　Therefore, Ray doesn't think he's just a girl in front of him, so he pulls down the hood of his dragon robe and opens his mouth.

"I'm sorry, but at the moment I don't want to be subordinate to anyone."

　After telling her that, Ray wondered if she should have spoken more politely, but soon saw Coan nodding in a small way and exhaled with relief.

"Well, why? Is your lord an adventurer? Then I don't think it's so bad to serve the nobles. The mistress will not bind the master to his actions, and will prepare as much as possible for the master to desire. But will the answer remain the same?"
"Oh, if I were to be employed only temporarily, I would not agree with you to serve a nobleman." No matter how much freedom is promised...."
"Is that what makes the Duke and Duchess of Quent, who have the greatest power in the kingdom of Milliana, an enemy?"
"Yes,"

　Marca opens her mouth and looks at Ray, dumbfounded for a moment, nodding that she is willing to antagonize him for her own freedom, whether it be the Duke or the Duchess.
　The expression did not make me feel as deep as I was just a few seconds ago, but rather as young as I was.
　Next to Ray, Coan looks at him with a little wry smile.
　However, even from that perspective, it is not something to blame for rudeness, but rather a friendly wry smile that seems to be directed at one's companions.

"... ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

　Marka broke her silence and burst into laughter. Seto, who had been caressed until just a moment ago, turned his round eyes to Marka, and Ray also turned to Marka, who was laughing bitterly at the many missed expectations.
　After a minute or so, Marka finally calmed down with a fit of laughter, holding her side in pain from laughing so hard.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, I made you laugh." No, I hope you don't get upset. You didn't make a fool of your master, did you? but I didn't think anyone would be so quick to say that it was all right to make enemies of the Duke of Quent, the family home of his mistress. No, it's worth having a different name. That's wonderful!"

　Ray is also at a loss for words to say as he praises her with a smile.
　There were not many aristocrats Ray knew, but there was still a certain amount of aristocracy, but she was a girl who had a completely different existence before her.
　If I were to mention a similar person, I would say Elena. Of course, it's completely different in appearance, but Ray feels that the underlying elements are somewhat similar.

"That's about it, young lady," Mr. Ray is in trouble, too."
"Huh? Well, I don't think so. I'm sorry all of a sudden, forgive me!"
"Ah... oh! It's no problem for me."
"Well, forgive me, one more thing. I won't tell you to serve any more mistresses. Wouldn't you please form a friendship?"

　Marka reaches out confidently after telling me so.
　Being a girl, she was small in stature, but it was undoubtedly that of a nobleman who stretched out her hand to Ray.
　Ray, who was offered the hand, hesitates for a moment, but immediately reaches out.

"Oh, there are a lot of naive places, so I might cause you trouble, but please take care of me."

　It may not be a word to say to a seven-year-old girl. Nevertheless, Ray acknowledged the girl in front of him as one, and had no intention of shaking her off as long as she was asked for friendship.

"Well, well, my mistress seems to have many differences from the ordinary people. There are few friends I can call friends with. That's only a few people who are close to each other, and even less when it comes to people who can be trusted. Coans are a good example."
"There are few people who can compete with your daughter." Not to mention that you have a high mental age, but being too high can have harmful effects in many ways."

　Coan says so with a little laugh at Marka's words, but the color floating there seemed rather lonely.

"Well, I don't care," It's a pity that there aren't many concubines to go out with, but there are still good encounters like this. Well, don't you think so?"

　But Marka doesn't seem to feel anything special about Coan's words and continues to caress Seto's head.

"Grull".

　Seto also snarls comfortably at the feeling of being caressed.
　After a minute of silence, Marka suddenly turns to Ray as if he had come up with something.

"Well, Ray. You have a reputation for being strong, but why don't you play against Coan?"
"... Mr. Marka?"

　Coan unexpectedly asks back at his sudden words.
　I couldn't understand why my small but intelligent lord suddenly said such a thing. I don't think Marka would be the only one who didn't serve me.
　And so was Ray when it came to surprises. There is no need to oppose each other, nor do we have to check each other's arms. But why do we need to fight suddenly?
　But Marka walks swiftly towards the garden in the face of their embarrassment.

"Glu?"
"Oh, yes," Follow me."
"Grull".

　At Ray's words, Seto goes out, singing short in his throat.
　Ray was watching it, but Coan, who was next to him, bows his head small.

"I'm sorry, but your daughter said, "but I don't usually say that."
"Well, there must be a lot of things to be a Duchess. So what shall we do?"

　When Ray asks, "Do you want to do it?", Coan nods with a friendly smile, but never denies it.

"Now that your daughter has said so, I won't back down... and I'd like to have a hand-in-hand with Mr. Ray." if you don't mind."

　Even Ray understands the skill of the person in front of him by his physical movements, atmosphere, and intuition. Therefore, it was true that if we actually fought, we would have to expose ourselves to various cards, and we were not very enthusiastic.
　But it's also true that in the opposite sense there is a desire to fight the man in front of you, and the former and the latter fight in their hearts, and the latter win.

"... All right,"

　Coan puts his hand on the door with the same smile at Rey's words."Thank you very much. Shall we go? I'll show you around."





　the Duke of Quent's mansion, one of the best in the aristocracy In the garden Ray was facing Coan.
　At a short distance, Marka is cuddled up to Seto lying on the lawn, but in the summer heat and dazzling sunlight, even though Seto's hair feels smooth, the body temperature itself must be hot. Little spells were chanting, and the ambient temperature dropped before leaning on the set.

(Oh, don't play magic very well.)

　Watching this, Ray keeps his distance from Coan, nodding admiringly at Marka's magical skill.
　He already had a death size in his hand, which he had taken out of the mistling, and Coan, who was facing him at a distance of about 5 meters, also drew his sword from his waist sheath.

"I'll tell you, this is just a game. Try to avoid causing fatal injuries to others as much as possible."
"But I think most of the wounds can be managed by your healing magic."
"Funny! Don't count on my mistress's magic from the start. --however, they are two strong men. I don't expect you to make the kind of mistakes that lay people would make."
"Oh, can you use recovery magic?"
"Yes. With your daughter's magic of recovery, there's no problem with having two or three arms amputated.
"It would be amazing if I had three arms."

　watch one another's gap, while talking lightly about each other.
　While Ray slightly changes the position of his death size, Coan responds to a rare weapon, a scythe, no matter where the attack comes from.

(I can't believe that even if we face each other like this, we don't change our facial expressions even if we smile like this. I even get the impression that he is smiling and erasing all his expressions.)

　Whispering inside, let go a scoop-up shot with a death-size blade pointing down.
　Coan then immediately changed the sword from the top to the middle.
　Those who fight Ray are first confused by his scythe, Death Size. A scythe is a very rare weapon, and few people can deal with it immediately, and in a sense it is a weapon that can be described as a scythe. Moreover, not many people survive in battle with Ray, who has a death size, which makes this trend even stronger.
　But Coan holds his sword with a smile as he confronts such a death size.
　While feeling creepy about such a partner, they repeat small feints with each other's detailed behavior.
　From the sidelines, there was a few minutes of little meaningful communication, and eventually he got tired of it. Marka, leaning against Seto, opens her mouth.

"Lord, that won't be over for a long time," Fight a little more worthwhile. Oh, yes! I forgot to mention that Coan was a former Rank A adventurer. You may attack with peace of mind, as you are unlikely to be killed by your master's attack. If I don't die, I'll recover by the magic of my mistress."

　It was the opposite of what I said just now that I should not rely on my own recovery magic.
　But there's no doubt that the word moved the fight.

"It would be all right if one or two of my hands and feet were cut off. Then... here we go!"

　Ray, who kicked the ground with a short cry, scoops it up in death size and cuts it up with his huge blade.

`I won't make it so easy!'

　Corean also immediately responds to the impossible slashing of a normal fighting attack from a position low enough to touch the ground.
　flash a sword in one's hand and strike a death-size blade
　But that's not all it takes to be a former Rank A adventurer. Taking advantage of the impact of a death-size blade, he delivered a direct attack on Ray.
　Normally, even if an attack is fired using the impact of an opponent's blow, it will be less powerful and more easily prevented. But the blow was delivered by a former Rank A adventurer who already had fighting power beyond human boundaries. Therefore, common sense was not understood, and the blade pointed to Ray's face...

"Ooh!"

　As soon as he sees a blow from a long sword coming toward him, he twists his hand, which was almost reflexively holding the death size, and forces it to attack him with the handle.
　A high-pitched metallic squeak rings through the garden, and the two, who prevent each other from hitting, make a slight leap backward to distance themselves.

"As expected, the blade of an ordinary long sword is cut off when the blade is put together, because death-size swords are strengthened through magic."
"No, it may look like this, but this sword was made by an alchemist in the magical city of Ozos with the best of gold, technology, and materials." If you think about it, it shouldn't be destroyed so easily."

　As always, Coan says so with a smile on his lips.
　Ray also gave such a fierce smile to the other person...
　The next moment, the two of them drop their weapons.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

　Marka, who was watching their conversation with shining eyes, called out to them with suspicious expressions, and it was Coan who answered.

"I'm sorry, young lady," If we continue to fight Ray, it will probably be a battle between death and life. Let alone a duel, I thought it would be a good idea to go that far in a mere arm-testing match, so I think I should stop here."
`... well, I see. If Corean says so, it must be so. I can't help it, it's not funny that I couldn't check Ray's skills well, but it's clear that I'm good enough to fight with Coan, so let's say that's all right."

　Marka's words brought the game to a close.