It was an elderly man in his fifties who met Dusker and his party as they entered the imperial capital after being screened by the guards.
　The man approaching the carriage when he sees it stop.
　It would be the guide the Vestian Empire had set up for him to head straight to the carriage with the Dusker, despite the fact that there were three.
　What surprised Ray above all else was that the guide showed absolutely no response to Seto's appearance.

(That's what a veteran would say.)

　At the end of Ray's inwardly admiring gaze, the guide once more bowed deeply to the coach in which Dusker was riding.

"Welcome, Count Larx, to the capital of the Empire of Bestia." I am very pleased to welcome Count Larx, who is said to be one of the greatest heroes in the kingdom of Milliana. My name is Ombrell Marmit, and I have been appointed a guide to the Count of Lalx. It is only for a short time while Larkus is in the imperial capital, but I will do my best to have a satisfactory time."

　As if to answer the remark, the door of the carriage opened.
　The first to appear are Elk, Minn and Rodos, followed by Dusker.
　He nods softly and opens his mouth to Ombrell, the guide's man bowing deeply.

"It's Dasker Larx, Count of Larkes in the Kingdom of Milliana. Thank you for your help. Considering our relationship with the Empire of Bestia, there may be a lot of trouble, but I would like to make it as calm as possible at that time.
"All right, sir. If there's anything I can do, I'll take care of it."
"Well, then, I'll have you show me to the inn at once. Take a cab."
"All right,"

　Ombrell tells you so and gets into a carriage.
　Ray is a little surprised to see how he behaves then.
　I could definitely understand that he was a man of some fighting power.
　No, he's got more than a certain amount of skill, since he surprised Ray so much just by the short movement to get into the carriage.

(Wearing butler-like clothes...is the butler of the Vestian Empire also a bodyguard? Well, if you think he's always on the Lord's side, you're not sure. Having a family name is a nobleman' -- you wouldn't be a member of the bell of repose, would you?)

　Ray muttered in private, but he also believes that there is no need to worry about it, as he was prepared by the upper echelon of the Westian Empire.
　However, there is a person who is not familiar with the subject of the escort, but who has a high fighting power. If you think about it, you can't pretend to be completely distracted.
　It would have been the same for Elk. He had a meaningful glance at Ray before getting into the carriage with Ombrell.
　Against such elk, Ray shrugs his shoulders, stroking his neck over Seto's back.

"Set. There may be a lot of things in this imperial capital, but let's not be too violent."
"Grullllllwow.

　I rarely object to Ray's words, but this time it was different.
　He sounded disobediently.
　However, the dissatisfaction is not just for his own safety, but for his favorite partner Ray.
　Knowing this, Ray smirks and caresses his neck again.

"It's all right," There's no way I'll lose to those guys. and if anything should happen, it could be a flaw on the part of the Vestian Empire."
"Glu".

　Still, Seto was still crying anxiously, but when Ray saw a carriage with Dusker in it began to move, he followed him reluctantly.
　There was no one around because it was close to a gate exclusively for aristocrats, but if you go a little further, it is as busy as a normal town... No, it is crowded with tourists as it is before the competition.
　Such curious tourists couldn't help but catch the eye of a group of duskers walking majesticly down the main street.

"Well, that carriage," Which aristocrat do you think he is?"
"Well, I don't remember that coat of arms," Perhaps it's not the Westian Empire, but somewhere in the surrounding small country."
"No, no, wait a minute. Look at that! There's a guy on the Gryphon. Wouldn't such a thing make a name for itself as soon as possible?"
`...hey, Gryphon, by any chance, doesn't he say crimson?'
"The crimson? ... of that war! But you say that crimson looks like a solemn big man, don't you think? He doesn't look like a big man, though he's not on the Gryphon, you know? He's probably a different mouth."
"No, but... is that what many of you have with your Gryphon?"

　I can hear that kind of voice out of the blue.
　When Ray heard it, he pretended not to hear it, twisting his lips into a wry smile.
　At first there was no gossip about Ray being a big man, but after some time I noticed that the rumor was spreading rapidly.
　Dune, who had blocked the road and collected money from passersby, had somehow assumed that crimson was a tall man.
　Ray wonders about it, but not many people know crimson with their own eyes.
　This is even more pronounced for the Westian Empire, which has been devastated by Ray's magic.
　If they had been in the army of the Milliana Kingdom, which was one of Ray's forces, they would still have had many opportunities to know what Ray was like.
　Given that he wielded a huge sickle and cut the lives of dozens or hundreds of soldiers or knights in the Imperial Army, it was only natural to assume that he was of a considerably large build because he wielded such a scythe.
　What kind of fuss would it make if you participated in a competition and were found to be crimson, while listening to the voices around you? Ray looks around, thinking like that.
　Naturally, many have turned their attention to it, but some of them, from the family crest attached to the carriage, may have guessed that it was the Dusker's party. I notice that quite a few people cast a hateful glance at me.
　Keep going through the streets, cautioning them not to behave strangely

"Grull".

　In the midst of all this, I'm going to make a sound.
　The main street is naturally crowded with people, and there are many stalls aimed at these customers.
　From the smell of skewers to fresh bread, rich soup, sweet fruity odors, and so on, there was a wide variety of odors floating around.
　It was only natural for a gutworm to assert itself when it smelled good enough to stimulate appetite, since it was already a set that was faithful to appetite.
　Seto, in particular, has many times the sharpest sense of smell than anyone else, and that's why he's likely to be attracted to the smell.

"You know, it's no good now." We have to go through the formalities at the inn first."

　He says so, patting Seto on the neck, who is about to make his way to the stall, and follows the horse-drawn carriage, listening to Seto's voice wailing regretfully after the shock brought him back to his senses.

"Yes, did Seto get hit by this smell?"

　From the top of the horse walking next to Seto, a knight asks with a small smile.

"Oh, it seems so," But I should be hungry if I smelled so good."

　Returning his words to the knight, Ray's gaze was directed at the savory bakery.
　The appearance of freshly baked bread on the shelves has stopped not only Ray but also the passersby around him.
　Fresh bread can't be baked without a kiln, and the kiln takes up so much space that it can't be installed on a stall.
　Or maybe you could build a kiln elsewhere and bring the baked bread to the stall for sale, but carrying the freshly baked bread would also be a struggle.
　The imperial capital today is crowded with tourists and merchants looking for it.
　Some adventurers came to compete in competitions, and the population density was several times higher than usual.
　With more people walking around the high street than usual, it must be quite difficult to carry freshly made bread to the stalls.

"It certainly smells good," Well, you know. Why don't you just buy a little?"It wasn't Ray... but a knight.
　But he's a different knight from what I've been talking to Ray about.
　words so emotionally charged that one can see one's heart's desire to eat the bread on the shelves

"Gruly!"

　And of course, Seto agrees.
　But...

"There's a good reason. In the first place, we are being watched by people around us. If you act too embarrassed, you will bring shame upon Mr. Dusker!"

　a knight who scolds his colleagues in a low voice that no one around him can hear
　Ray also whispered, caressing Sett's neck, which could soon turn to the bakery.

"Here, too, Seth," I'll get you something to eat as soon as I get to the stable."
"... gurgling,"

　She turned to Ray and the bakery on her back and eventually gave up. cry regretfully and speed up one's steps
　I guess they're trying to get to the inn as soon as possible to eat something.
　Ray has no choice but to smile bitterly at Seto's appearance.
　We went straight down the main street and finally arrived at this huge five-story inn called Elgin, which is very rare in the world.
　It's probably a rare skyscraper in the world because it's the capital of the Westian Empire.
　Naturally, the usage fee is too high for ordinary nobles, and it is an inn where only large merchants and nobles with high peerage can stay.
　It was an inn that would normally be hesitant to stay even as a Dasker, a remote count.
　However, since Dusker himself lived on the frontier, he intended to stay at such a high-class inn, but the answer would have been negative.
　However, since this time it was an invitation from the Bestian Empire, I cannot refuse the inn that they prepared for me.
　If you were to say no, you'd need some very big reason, but there couldn't have been such a reason.

"...it's an amazing inn in many ways."

　muttered Ray, turning his gaze to the signboard at the entrance of the inn.
　There's a sign that says, "Yuyu no Kutei," and I guess that's the name of the inn.

"It's a long-lasting empty house." I'd like to say that it's a very exaggerated name, but I can't help but agree with this building."
"I suppose so. I'll go before that."

　A knight nods to Ray's words and urges him to move on.
　If you just went through the gate, you would have already heard from him. More than 50 employees were waiting in line in front of the inn.
　It was obvious that it was a welcome from Dusker, but not all guests were treated this way.
　That's how important Dusker is to the Westian Empire.

(Or is it possible that he is trying to convince them to be off guard...?)

　Ray muttered in private, but he thought that Dusker should have understood that much, so he got out of the carriage and looked at Ombrell, who was having a conversation with the person who seemed to be in charge of the inn.
　The conversation ended in less than a few minutes, perhaps already understood, and a few people from the inn approached the knights and Ray more precisely.
　A man in his 40s, who is probably the representative of them, steps forward and opens his mouth.

"Nice to meet you, Count Larx and ladies and gentlemen," My name is Dantast, and I am in charge of the stable of this long‐standing vacant house. I will show you to the stable, and you will follow me."
"Oh, this is all right, and you go to the stables,"

　It was Dusker who got out of the carriage and was talking with the hotel manager along with Ombrell.
　As might be expected, Ray and the Knights went straight to the stable.
　Ray wondered for a moment what to do with the carriage, but when he saw an inn employee unloading his luggage from the carriage, he nodded that he would later move it to the stable.

(Well, I have finally arrived at the imperial capital, but I wonder what trouble will arise from now on.)

　He muttered privately, thinking of the troubles that would arise in the imperial capital where he was going to live for a while.