487 Episode 0487



"... well, Ray seemed to be having a lot of fun when I was going to the Maaschel house alone."

 At night, when I was reporting to each of Ray's rooms about what happened today, it was the first voice from Elena who heard Ray's explanation.
 It was the same with Yero, who was supposed to be relaxing in the stable with Seto, who looked discontentedly at Ray from the back of the sofa on which Elena was sitting on.

"Squeak..."

 When he heard his voice, Ray mutters in spite of his complaining voice.

"Did Yero want to eat the meat of a flying dragon?"
"Squeak!"

 Of course! Yero screams, but it's a bitter smile that comes to Ray's lips when he hears it.

"The flying dragon is a kind of dragon, so it must be like a family."
"Squeak?"

 Yero wagging his tail as if he didn't understand what he meant.
 After a moment of depression at the lovely gesture, he breathes out a little sigh and then reopens his mouth.

"Don't worry. I've certainly eaten most of the flying dragon's meat, but that doesn't mean I've eaten it all. There's enough left for Yero and Elena to eat."
"Squeak!"
"...it was not there that I was dissatisfied with."

 Apart from the joyful yello, Elena muttered, and then continued in a reassuring tone.

"And you've got everything done with the stripping, haven't you?"
"Oh, you're a real adventurer. It was a pretty good job to peel off the material."

 Ray had gained some experience in stripping and dismantling himself, and although he had gained some confidence, the adventurers' performance was still far from his own.
 In particular, Tevia gives instructions and everyone follows them quickly and efficiently to strip the material from the monster, making me feel confident that I can never do it myself.
 ...it's only natural in a way that Ray and Elena can't work together, since it's basically the two of us who peel off the material.

"Then tomorrow will be the absorption of the magical stones,"

 Elena nods to some expectant remark and pulls the magic stone out of the mistling.
 Earth Club, Bloody Dile, Kobolt, Spiral Rabbit, and Desert Lizardman. Among them, Brady Dáil and Cobold have two magical stones.
 As for the dessert lizard man, there is only one magic stone, but the set has already absorbed it, so what you have in front of you is a death-size one.
 In addition, the reason why Weiburn's magical stones were missing was because they had already been absorbed in the Spring War and sold to the guild along with materials.

"...I don't think I can expect much from Cobold."

 It's probably impossible because it's originally only as strong as a low-ranked monster like a goblin. As Ray mutters with such thoughts, Elena opens her mouth with a small smile.

"In the first place, I envy you quite a bit when you can increase your strength by absorbing magical stones. -- you know, Yellow?"
"Squeak!"

 Even Yero is happy that Seto, who is also his guardian, will become stronger. But his desire to be as strong as Seto was certainly present in the body of a little dragon.
 However, Seto and Yero are similar and different beings: monsters created by magic and angels created by dragon language magic.
 It was impossible for him to grow up like Seto, and conversely, it was impossible for Seto to grow up like him.

"Well, as for my report, that's all right? and what was it like to be the head of the Marscher family?"

 After a few seconds of hesitation at Ray's words, Elena opens her mouth.

"Well, at first glance there seemed nothing suspicious about it. In terms of glossing over, it's almost perfect. --but."

 Stop speaking, reach for the yellow, move it onto your lap, and continue speaking.

"Probably... no, the Maaschel family is certainly involved in an extraordinary event. However, it is also true that if they ask if it is really the mastermind, they have to turn their heads."

 Passing through Elena's mind is a paranoid or even threatening obsession with Pri's jewels.
 After returning from the Maaschel family in Elena, Pré had to turn his head around to suspect that the case of the abnormal species was not the mastermind.
 If the abnormal species had anything to do with jewelry, they might have understood that Pri was the mastermind behind the abnormal species.
 And one more. One of the reasons why Elena can't judge Pri to be the mastermind behind the case is the lack of people serving the Marcher family.
 The estate was as large as the Silwa and Levisor families, but there was surprisingly little sign of people. I don't know if that number of people will be able to maintain a mansion of that size.
 With so many servings, can you make such a big fuss? Or, if the Levisors had acted openly, they could have used their men, but now they are firmly under the control of the Silwa family.
 Among them, there were eyewitness accounts from the trio Ray and Elena encountered, or, as the Silwa adventurers said, from whom they thought they were creating an anomaly.

(However, there is no reason that everyone who serves the house should be in the house...)

 Shake your head slightly and open your mouth to Ray.

"I just don't know the details, but it's true that there are a lot of eerie things. Perhaps because Bosque knows it, he can't act carelessly. And you don't want to make any more noise in Egidil."
"…I see. Is it certain that the Maaschel family is suspicious?"

 Ray, who hears Elena's words, breathes in spite of himself.
 I honestly felt that when we came to challenge the dungeon, there was no fuss...
 Elena continues with a smile, perhaps not understanding Ray's feelings.

"Why, you needn't worry so much. Sure enough, the Maaschel family is implicated in some sort of uproar, but we can leave that up to Bosque. It's because it's the Silwa family that controls Egzil. All we have to do is capture dungeons and tell them if anything happens."
"Well, that's the best,"

 Perhaps the words from Elena's mouth made her feel a little better, Ray leans on the sofa where she was sitting and exhales deeply.
 However, the next moment I hear words that make me rigid.

"Well, I'll make you some tea once in a while."

 For some reason, Elena, in high spirits, heads to the place where the tea containers in the room are located.

(...make tea, Elena? No, wait. Tea has been practiced in Japan as well, too. With that in mind, it shouldn't be strange if Elena could make tea. I was making tea on my way to Egidil. --I couldn't drink it because of the bandit.)

 Whilst muttering in private, I remember Ray's making it for Egzil as he was heading for Egzil.
 Elena opens her mouth to Ray with a somewhat proud look, perhaps because she quickly felt Ray's gaze as a sense of pride.

"Do you think I'll leave what I can't do forever? I've been taught by you since you came to Egzil until Tufal left the inn, so you should be able to do it in your own way."

 The remark may have been too unexpected for Ray, but he opens his eyes to look at Elena.
 But that was probably not interesting to Elena. nod softly after sharpening one's eyes for a moment

"Well, I took Ray's attitude now as a challenge to me. I hope you will see that I am able to be feminine in my own way."

 As if they were going to fight a duel in the future, they reach for magic items that warm the water, prepare the tea leaves through magic, and prepare the tea with a flowing movement.Considering what happened on the way to Egzil, it was safe to say that the situation was different.
 And the tea that was finally served on the table certainly pleases Ray's tongue.
 Of course, in a sense, the tea that Arra makes is much less tasty than the tea that she makes at her profession, or from a person who specializes in making tea in a restaurant, it is far from it. But for Ray, it tasted good enough to please his tongue because Elena had brewed it.

"It's delicious."
"Did you understand that I could do feminine things in my own way?"
"Oh, take off your hat,"

 Elena sits on the sofa, preparing her own cup of tea.
 Time to relax with Ray over a cup of course. It was an irreplaceable time for both Elena and Ray.






 the Marcel estate to the west of Egzil Two men were walking through the garden to the house, in some light of magic other than moonlight.
 Two people were carrying a large bag, and the weight of the bag was implied by the appearance of the bag.

"But why should we work for such a cool woman?"

 The weight of what's in the bag and the peculiar sultry heat of summer nights make one of the men throw it away frustratingly.

"Oh, stupid! If you say such a thing here..."
"Master Ninica Arnodeska?"

 That kind of voice echoes around me without saying it to the end.
 At that moment, the two men's feet suddenly stop and look around.
 The only thing that spreads around is the moonlight and the night illuminated by magic items, and nothing else.
 But the voice I had just heard was definitely real, and I was not mistaken for hearing.

"Oh, who...?!?"
"Otunashi shikudasai," a master's crowned mascara Is that so-called master, Toyotanohaanatades?"

 The man who was complaining about it, before I knew it, opened his eyes to the presence on his shoulder.
 It's only about the size of a doll, but I would have noticed it normally if I had something this big on my shoulder.
 But I didn't notice anything until it was whispered in my ear.

"Do you want to be the master?"

 With the words, the doll's hand is lifted up... and the man notices a knife in the doll's hand.
 If you encounter an enemy who normally has a knife, you have the power to deal with it. However, when he was approached this far without realizing himself at all, he had no choice but to avoid the man's response.

"d*mn!"

 Take your hand off the bag you had, and then remove the doll on your shoulder, draw the sword from the sheath of your waist, and cut it off.
 The man intended to do so, but the puppet on his shoulder avoided the hand which he had tried to brush away, and tried to thrust the tip of the knife at the man's eye.

"Stop it!"

 Another man wields his sword wide with it in his sheath.
 The doll, who judged that the blow was inevitable, kicked the scabbard and leaped wide. keep one's distance

"d*mn it!"

 The man, determined that his life had come to an end, hurriedly tried to reach for the sword of his back...

"Can you stop there?"

 A familiar voice echoes around me.
 Then came a woman in her 40s wearing jewelry. It was Pri Maaschel, the current head of the Maaschel family.

"You mustn't be bloody on our premises,"
"What!"

 Your doll is the cause! The other man grabs the man's arm and shakes his head.
 I don't like any more trouble. Silently speaking, the man bites his lips in frustration and calls out to Pri, who is holding the doll.

"And where are these things?"
"Oh, carry me to the underground laboratory," you haven't killed him yet, have you?"
"Of course, I had enough strength to make us feel better, even though I had just lost one arm, but I managed to pass out."
"...oh! That's quite lively, isn't it?" So what color will the new offering shine on? Blue? Green? Red? ...Let me have fun. Hoot, is this also the guidance of the Holy Goddess of Light?"

 muttering, glancing enrapturedly at the bag.
 The two men who watched it carried the bag into the house without a word of disgust.