Glusso, Clage and Conomil all look at Ray, who has overwhelmed them with incredible looks.
　It was frustrating, but I understood, that I lost in a mock one-on-one match.
　But even though they were three and one, they lost almost nothing.
　No matter how new they were... especially Gruzzo and Clage, who were so confident in their fighting power that they couldn't believe it any more.

「……」

　But Clage, who came back earlier than Gruzzo, quickly checks the surroundings.
　Mileine, who asked Ray to fight, and her party members Sulnin and Eclil both look as if Ray deserved to win, and none of the other adventurers who were training in the training ground looked particularly surprised as they watched Ray fight.

(In other words, is he that powerful?)

　I don't think I've read the inside of that clage, but Mileine claps her hands and opens her mouth to attract everyone's attention.

"Well, you understand your ability, don't you? And even though you look like him, you don't always have the ability you seem to have."
"Mr. Millerine, he is..."

　They probably decided it was no use being impatient with the bewildering clage. The Mire Dog looks straight at Ray and opens his mouth.

"Well, can't you care if you keep your name anonymous forever?" He's Ray. He's a Rank B adventurer. If you're going to be an adventurer in Guillum, you'll hear the name, won't you?"
"Ray? ...Ray? Do you know?"

　Contrary to what Miller Dog said, he probably didn't hear it. Gruzzo asks the Clage next to him.
　But... as for the clage, he looked at Ray with his eyes and mouth wide open and a look of amazement.
　It's the same with Conomil, who now has only a surprise on his face, which usually has a dazed expression.

"Rank B adventurer Ray... crimson!"
"What!"

　Suddenly the muttered word next to him opened his eyes wide, reflecting his eyes wide, and looking at Ray.
　crimson. That's the name of an adventurer who won two names in the Spring War.
　Grusso himself was thrilled to hear that he had burned everything to death alone against the Westian Empire, which had waged a war on the kingdom of Milliana.
　The crimson figure Grosso had imagined when he heard the rumor was an image of a man of muscular build, and certainly not a boy rather than a small one...
　It wasn't just Grosso who thought so. Both Clage, who judged Ray to be crimson, and Conomil.

"Well... are you kidding or something?"

　As he nervously asks, Ecclil gasps and opens his mouth.

"I understand how you feel about it, though. -- didn't you see Gryphon Sett near the guild when he came here? Ray came back to Guillum yesterday after a long time, and I think some, if not as much, as Mr. Millerine, who loved him."

　At the end of the word, Eclir, turning his eyes to the Miredog.
　It's not even an open secret that Miredogs are already in the set.
　I'm usually a party leader who I can rely on, but when I'm involved with a set, it's all over the place.
　If you're not good at it, you're so fond of Seto that you might want to marry him.

"Well, by the way, there was a crowd in the magical space of the guild, but I was in a hurry to the training-ground."
"Oh, now that you mention it, there were certainly people there,"
"...yes,"

　When Clage mutters, recalling what happened on the way here, the other two nodded as if they had agreed.

"Yes, cohong. I mean, that's what it's what I mean. Ray, a Rank B adventurer who is nicknamed true crimson. ...and Ray's case is very special, but isn't it clear that you can't judge him just by his appearance when you're an adventurer? Of course, on the contrary to today's Ray's case, even a big man with a lot of muscle can look like he's not much of an actual arm."

　The three newcomers have already turned their eyes to Ray, though Mireine has told him so in an attempt to revive her reputation for having fallen in the Seto scandal.
　While most adventurers retire with ranks C and D, there are very few high-ranking adventurers like rank A and B.
　It was fortunate for a newcomer to be able to see the high-ranked adventurer up close like this.
　Especially in Ray's case, going to the guild because it's out of the ordinary adventurers' time to get together in the guild.

"I've heard that crimson uses a huge sickle more than his height as a weapon."
"Huh? Oh, this is it."

　Ray gets an expectant glance from Clage and pulls the death size out of the mystery ring.
　The three of them reopened their eyes to the scythe that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"This is... the scythe of death with crimson."
"My Battleax is incomparably big..."
"Wow!"

　a scythe known as a symbol of crimson, alongside the set of glyphons
　Since sickles are by no means an easy weapon to use, very few people use them. Therefore, seeing a scythe so close up is very unlikely as long as long as you are an adventurer.

"... Huh?"

　That's how Ray, who had shown him to three death-sized men -- as well as the other adventurers in the training ground -- suddenly finds himself walking fast towards him.
　The distinctive cat ears and gaudy features on his head instantly made Ray understand who they were.

(Kenny?)

　Yes, the man was Kenny, the Guild's receptionist.
　The Miredogs must have noticed. He turns a quizzical glance at Kenny, but he completely ignores it and talks to Ray.

"Mr. Ray, Mr. Ray," There's a bit of a call. I want you to come to the lord's house as soon as possible."
"To the lord's house?"

　Surprised by the words, the three newcomers turned their eyes to Ray.
　The Mileine knew that Ray had some good relationship with Dusker, but had no acquaintance with Dusker, the lord of Gillum, even in Clage, the blood of the nobility;

"... I see,"

　Ray mutters without seeming to care about such a startled stare.
　I could imagine the general reason why I was called.
　Perhaps some progress has been made in the affairs of the Bestian Empire.

"Is this the urgent business you mentioned?"
"That's about it. Bad dog,"
"Yes, I don't mind," I've been shown enough about the mock battle. I don't know what you're doing right now, but be careful."

　So, once you pause, you continue to speak in a tone that suddenly gives you intense pressure.

"Do you mind? Don't make Seto feel any pain. If you do that... you know what I mean, don't you?"
"Ah... oh, I know. Of course I'll be very careful about it, so don't worry about it."

　Telling her to be overwhelmed by the mysterious pressure emanating from the Mire Dog, she puts her death size in a mistling and quickly leaves the training ground.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Ray said he. I'll go with you halfway."

　Kenny leaves the place, even if it's only a short distance from the training ground to the guild, hoping to walk with Ray.
　...however, the purpose was to escape from the pressure of the Miredogs."...well, Ray is gone, and we'll do what we have to do." As I've said over and over again, don't judge your strength just by your opponent's appearance. It's the most common trap you fall into when you're a rookie."
"What? Well, what about Ray... No, about Ray?"

　Clage asked the Mile Dog, who was naturally proceeding, but he returned with no words but a glancing away.

"Well, in many ways he's substandard. You won't mind it any longer."

　For some reason, Sulnin tells us, looking far away, and the three newcomers, judging that it would be no good to go further, silently concentrate their attention on the precautions for tomorrow's Goblin attack.





"Huh? Is it the killing of thieves?"

　Returning to the lord's house, Ray asks back unexpectedly at Dusker's words.
　Since I was suddenly summoned, I thought it was only about the Westian Empire, because the matter had nothing to do with it.

"Yes, I don't know if Ray knows it, but there are now large bandits in Abuero's neighborhood. It seems to have come from somewhere else."
"It's true that there's a lot of flavor in the frontier, so I don't know..."

　Monsters and materials that only exist in the frontier, or magic items and weapons protection using them. Merchants and tradesmen carrying other delicacies such as the meat of highly ranked monsters would be nothing short of superb game for bandits who want to make money out of it.
　Near the frontier, there are powerful monsters, and it's not uncommon for merchants to hire adventurers as bodyguards.
　Robbery on the frontier was an act that could only be described as a high-risk, high-return.

"But aren't they sending knights and guards? I was told by the guards at the main gate that Langa was also being sent."
"That's right, but he seems to be quite a good hand at coming to the frontier on his own initiative." Above all, it seems that it has a considerably high mobility and that the punitive force has not yet been able to contact it. I'd like to ask for the reinforcements. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . of course there is a limit."
"Well... is that the reward?" That's certainly delicious for me, too."

　Dusker nods to Ray's muttered words.

"Yes, it was stolen from merchants and travelers who were on the frontier. Naturally, there will be many things of value. ...but you're not that particular about money. You want magic items like the magic tent I did."

　After telling her that, she turned a meaningful glance at Ray as if she had noticed something.

"Yes, sir," Magic items are certainly more interesting than gold and silver."
"Well, then... what do you think? He's a thief attacking the frontier, so there's a good chance you'll have a magic item of your choice?"
"Well... "

　Ray is troubled by Dusker's words.
　Of course, the magic items are attractive, but I didn't intend to turn them down in return for all the help I've given to Dusker.
　Considering the speed of movement between the sky-moving set and the ground-moving Vihela and Theoreum, there would have been a reason why there was still much room.

"But it would be very helpful if you could arrange this matter through the guild to requesting the nomination."
"All right, I'll do it over here,"

　At Ray's words, Dusker puts his weight on the back of his office desk and breathes a sigh of relief.
　It was because there was no doubt that it would be troublesome for Gilm, the frontier, if the bandits were damaged more and merchants were not coming.
　But as long as Ray had gone, the fate of the band of thieves had already been decided.

"Give this to Langa," Then they will understand the situation."

　I told him so, and a letter was placed on his desk.

"You're quite ready, aren't you?" Didn't you expect me to say no?"
"I didn't think Ray, who has a hobby of collecting magic items, would miss an opportunity to get it."

　Ray puts the letter in the mistling with a wry smile at Dasker, who tells him that he can see your hobby.

"All right. Now, let me go to Abuero at once."
"... oh, I asked,"

　He bowed small to Dusker, who looked like a Larkus frontier, and Ray left his office.