the night of the queen bee incident in the dungeon It was already late at night, and Ray was heading out of the inn in the boiling summer heat.
　Normally, the streets on dark nights are dangerous because drunkards are rampant. However, it doesn't matter to Ray if he has such a partner, and above all, he doesn't feel sleepy at all for unknown reasons.
　Or perhaps the two of us could have spoken if Elena had woken up. It's true that Ray likes Elena, and he knows that he likes her after being allowed to kiss her several times.
　But luckily or unfortunately, I went to the room and found out that I was already asleep and there was no answer to my knock.
　Ray, who had too much time to do anything, decided to play at Egzil and dress up as a night out.
　It's already close to 9 p.m. Even though it's summer, the surroundings are completely dark, and you can only see the magic lights in places.
　The magic items are basically used in entertainment districts, mostly bars and brothels.
　Meanwhile, Ray sees a stall on the main street.

"Oh, it's rare to see a stall at night,"

　Ray reminds me of festivals and night stalls in modern Japan whenever I hear of night stalls. Takoyaki, okonomiyaki, yakisoba, cotton candy, squid-yaki, etc.
　Some of them are said to be unusual, such as Donnell Kebab, but at least in Ray's neighborhood there were only basic stalls.
　In a rare place, it's Oden, or salt-grilled fish from nearby rivers such as sweetfish, Ivana, and yam.

"Come on in! What do you want to eat, priest?"

　You must have noticed that he was staring toward the stall. A spirited middle-aged man in his 40s calls out to Ray.
　a momentary hesitation The food at the inn was just enough to fill Ray up, but the restaurant at the inn was at war -- it wasn't that we couldn't afford it yet.
　Fortunately, I'm convinced that the stalls mainly serve light things such as sandwiches and soup, probably intended to fill their stomachs lightly after drinking.

(Certainly, drunkards often say they want to eat ramen.) ... Huh? If you think about that, I think you'll earn money if you bring udon noodles. No, there's already a stall around there in Gilmoo, so it's surprising that they're already developing for drunkards.)

　The udon noodles of Manjotei are too much in my mind, but I don't think I can eat that much here... or, in the first place, as long as the udon itself is not known, I just order sandwiches.
　It's probably because it's night. They don't serve food at stalls and can't help but bring ham and cheese sandwiches to their mouths, leaning against the walls of a nearby building.
　It probably contains something like mustard or mustard. The pungent pungency, the mellowness of cheese and the saltiness of ham combine in your mouth, and then you take one or two more mouthfuls of it without thinking that it's going to take a taste out of it.
　Enjoying sandwiches like that, I look at people walking along the streets lit by magic items of light.
　An adventurer in leather armor, a man who seems to be a thief wearing clothes rather than armour, emphasizing lightness. The man with the spear in his hand probably drank too much, walking unsteadily along the butt like a cane.
　Besides adventurers, there were many merchants and residents of Egzil, each drinking, making merry, singing, and fighting, as if to blow away the heat peculiar to the night.
　As I gaze at the main street like that, I suddenly feel my hand reaching out from the side. Ray almost reacts to grab the hand for a moment, but immediately realizes that the hand's owner has no murderous intentions and leaves it as it is.
　The hand then pulls a few sandwiches out of a bag in Ray's hand and takes them to his mouth.
　a glamorous white arm that is not even tanned in summer The arms are wrapped in layers of extremely thin cloth that can be seen through the other side.
　I could predict whose arm it was without looking at my face. It's impossible to tell him to forget because he left such a strong impression.
　But the reason I was still unsure was probably because I didn't have the back of my hand, which is a characteristic of the woman.

"Vihela," he said. What's the matter here?"
"Huh. I was walking around enjoying drinking, and I found a child I'd never seen before. Say hello, say hello."

　Nicola, smiling at her aggressive beauty, carries a sandwich to her mouth.
　the mere sight of eating sandwiches But Ray felt strangely sophisticated.
　It was, however, a scene where he was licking his fingers after finishing his sandwich, and it was scattered in no time.

"Enjoying your drink…" and yet it stinks of blood?"

　Ray snorting lightly and looking at Vihela. The woman in front of me was undoubtedly smelling of blood, mixed with the smell of alcohol and the smell of perfume.

"Oh, you've got it's a good idea. You seem to have a very good nose... a beast by any beast?"
"No, he's just a human being."

　We should call them artificial people, but we can't possibly say it out loud.

"Really? You look very sharp, except for your sense of smell."
"Well, then, is it because you've been fighting somebody that stinks of blood?"

　Ray asks Vihela, who smiles happily next to him, but her hand is always ready to take her death size out of Mistilling.
　I met him only once, and it was only a few minutes. Still, Ray understood that the beautiful woman in front of him preferred blood... more precisely fighting.
　But Vihela shrugs her shoulders with a smile at her aggressive beauty. At that time, the big Ssangoka shook and the scene caught the attention of drunkards walking along the main street, but he did not seem to have any particular concern about whether he was used to the rude gaze directed at men.
　Ray already has three of the best looks he's ever seen. If such a beautiful man were dressed like a dancer, and his skin was exposed, and if this was the time of the night, and there were many drunks on the high street."

"Hey, sister," Why don't you play with me instead of that priest? You've got plenty of money, haven't you? ... Hick."

　It was inevitable in a way that I should be approached in this way.
　A man in his late twenties or early thirties, with a stout build that does not reach 2m in height, looks around at the body that attracts the man with a licking stare while dyeing his cheeks red with intoxication and licking his tongue.
　Since he came out for a drink, the only weapon he had was a long sword hanging from his waist. But it's safe to say that the man's physique itself is a heinous weapon.

"I don't like people as weak and dull as you. I'm sorry."

　Still, Vihela simply says so.
　He didn't want to get in the way of talking to Ray, who he'd also noticed, but just by looking at him more than that, he showed his ability.
　He would certainly be well built and strong in his own right? But no matter how drunk you are, you don't have much technology in itself as far as you can see in your physical movements. In other words, he's a typical power fighter. And they judge that they are inferior to themselves in terms of power.
　Seeing it, Vihela easily lost interest in men and came out of it.
　However, there is no way that the man could be silent when he heard such a remark. Being confident in his strength, Vihela doesn't look like a fighter at all, even though she looks good. This causes the man to instantly bleed into a drunken head.
　The unfortunate thing at this time was that Vihela had taken off her instep and instep. If they had been worn, the man might have noticed who Vihela was when he saw nothing but a mismatch of dancer-like costumes, the instep, and the instep.
　Unfortunately, however, the man ignored him and reached out to the woman who was smiling at the child next to him... the next moment he realized that there was no woman at the end of his hand, and for some reason his hand was stretched out towards Ray.
　Avoiding the man's hand stretched out to him, he moved to the other side of the wall with a skidful foot movement.
　If he had been barefaced, the mere sight of his movements would have made him aware of Vichela's ability and would have withdrawn. However, it is impossible to judge when you are completely drunk. Therefore, he clenches his extended hand to knock him down, turning it into a fist, as if it were just next to Ray, who is showing off his friendship with the most beautiful woman."Oh, don't get me involved,"

　While breathing out, he grabs the fist that reaches him with his right hand and pulls it forcefully to lose his balance and cut his legs quickly.
　It is true that the man was confident in his power. In fact, I didn't know Ray or Vihela, but he's a well-known Rank D adventurer.
　However, that level of power cannot be better than Ray's, and he is easily wiped off his feet and falls on the ground, partly because he was drunk.

"Oops!"

　Pressing the dove tail of the man down to the ground with the soles of his feet, he puts some pressure on it to make it impossible to move.

"Well, let go! d*mn it! What did you do?"

　He tried to get Ray's leg out of the way with his face red, but when he was lying down, he couldn't possibly do that much power, and he just moved unsteadily.
　Ray gazes at such a man with a small sigh and turns his gaze to the person beside him.
　Vichela intentionally involved Rey even though she should have been able to beat such a man with her own strength alone.
　Still, he didn't speak out and complain because he judged that even if Vihela had treated him as a man, he would have been involved in the end.
　Because I understood from my experience that I was about 15 years old in appearance.

"Oh, as I expected," I've only seen it for the first time."

　Hearing the word "I've seen you for the first time," the wild horse, who was watching a series of conversations around him, turns to Ray.
　What lies in the gaze is jealousy. Or curiosity. It is safe to say that the former is a man and the latter is beautifully separated from women, which is an honest representation of the characteristics of the hordes.
　Finally, Ray opens his mouth after he faints again with a light effort on his legs.

"I think what you're talking about for the first time is definitely different from what I know."
"Well, what do you think? Maybe it's true?"

　That's how the two communicate, and then they hear the people around them making a fuss and turn their eyes to them.

"Oh, again, a drunkard's ruckus. Why is there so much fuss in summer?"
"Well, it's no use telling me now," Look, that fainting fellow is. I'll take you with me. Yes, you guys are scattered, too. That's all the fuss."

　Two men, who seem to be guards, approach Ray and Vichela, breathing out their breaths and calling out to the hordes around them, and lift the fallen man together.

"Are we all right?"

　Ray involuntarily calls out to the guards who completely ignore them and take the fainted man.
　I thought they would ask me what was going on, if not catch me. But when I saw him take only a fainting man without it, I asked him a question.

"Oh, don't worry. I've heard about the situation from the sandwich shop over there. Besides, I can tell by looking at this situation."

　a guard who tries to shrug his shoulders and laughs bitterly because the unconscious man's body is in the way.
　Of course, if this had been the case in the daytime, I might have asked about the situation. But now it's nighttime, and there's a similar uproar several times every night, more than a dozen times if you're not good at it. It can't be helped as long as there are so many rough adventurers around here.
　Therefore, with all this fuss, we would not ask the circumstances in particular... we would have no time to ask the circumstances more accurately.
　The guards leave with the unconscious man, and the hordes who decide the disturbance is over disappear.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . In the end, he was leaving.
　Vichela whispered in Ray's ear as he watched.

"Why don't you do something nice with your sister?"