591 Episode 0591



"... oh, is this my room?"

 Ray muttered when he left his set in the stable and saw the room guided by the lodger.

"Well, what do you think? I prepared it to satisfy the famous crimson."

 Ray smiles bitterly at the inn staff who ask him with a slightly worried expression on their faces but rarely reveal it.
 It doesn't mean anything bad. No, it's a bitter smile with the feeling that it's too exaggerated for me.
 The room would be nearly three times the size of the dusk Wheat-tei Ray's regular home in Gilm.
 It's definitely not a room for one person, it's a room for a few people.
 The interior of the room also includes beds, sofas and desks, as well as magic items such as lights and refrigerators.
 All of them are so high-quality that you can see at a glance that you can't help but be surprised by Ray.
 "Compared to high-class inns such as Wheat-tei or Golden Futei at dusk, the room would be one or two ranks higher."
 Moreover, this room is strictly for Ray, and Dusker's room is of course better equipped than this.

"If you ask me if I am satisfied, I will be satisfied, but is it OK for me to use such a fine room?"
"Yes, the people in the country have told me directly."
"...the country,"

 Ray is surprised to hear the word "country."
 In many ways, it must be meaningful to be so considerate of yourself as a person who needs attention.

(If you think about it safely, they are showing off their size by praising me for winning over them…) I have the idea of separating myself from the others in order to assassinate me or whatever.)

 Some ideas pass through my mind, but I think it's useless to say anything because it's already decided as my room, so I nod softly to the inn staff.

"Oh, that's all right. I'm grateful that you've prepared such a room. ... oh, yes, yes. Sett, who is in the stable, seems to be hungry, so please get me something to eat."
"All right. If you need anything else, please call me."

 With a small smile and a graceful bow, the man leaves.
 After seeing it off, Ray examines the room just in case.
 Fortunately, however, we did not see any peepholes or spaces for anyone to hide.
 I couldn't say it was completely safe, though, because I wasn't familiar with that kind of thing.

"...for now, shall we rest for a moment?"

 Mumble, take off magic items such as dragon robes and slapnil shoes, and lie down on the bed.
 There is only a luxury bed, which gently receives Ray's never-so-heavy weight and supports him as he sinks slowly.
 Magic items like air conditioners that regulate the temperature are probably being used throughout the inn. I don't feel the heat at all, even though I'm taking off my dragon robe.
 At the same time, there is no such thing as cold as when the air conditioner is too strong.
 This area is probably because it is in the imperial capital of the Westian Empire and is one of the finest inns.

(Ah... I was told that I could take a break for about two hours for now... a little... do you want to take a break.)

 He lay down on the bed thinking in his heart, and eventually surrendered himself to the sleepiness that came upon him.





 the Empire of Bestia a huge castle in the heart of it, the Imperial Castle
 It is the home of the emperor who presides over the Empire of Bestia, one of the greatest powers in Elgin.
 gorgeous and gorgeous The castle is said to be worth seeing from the outside, even though there are many elaborate decorations that captivate viewers.
 Nevertheless, it is not just a work of art. When the imperial capital turns into a battlefield, it is designed to be the center of military power, and it is also famous as an invulnerable castle.
 There was a room in such a castle, where about ten nobles gathered.

"Those abominable fellows have arrived?"
"Yes. I think I'll be resting at the inn of eternity by now."

 The words of the aristocrats in their late thirties make the other aristocrats look hateful.
 The nobility here is only the count of the highest rank.
 Moreover, even though the count is a count, he is not a wealthy family, so he rarely stays at a hotel like the Kutei of eternity.
 It was the honest feelings of the aristocrats who gathered here that they could not even stay in a high-class inn.

"…the mere thought of someone like crimson breathing makes my stomach boil. What is going on with the bell of repose?"
"But once I set it up, it didn't move at all..."

 The aristocrats who gathered there murmured with sighs are noisy.

"d*mn it, save that much money, and it's like this!"
"That's why I said it! Even though I have a reputation for being a good man, after all I'm a lowly man!"
"But didn't the Lord agree to employ the bell of repose?"
"Is that insulting to me?"
"It's Lord! If you're willing, I'll take it!"

 Each person complains and screams at the other person's fault, and the person who is told reaches out to the scabbard of the waist if it is a fight that has been sold.
 But...

"Be quiet! What if we fight among ourselves now?"

 The moment one of the nobles is about to draw his sword from the sheath, an angry voice echoes through the room.
 an overwhelmingly different case compared to those who are just making a fuss around them
 The angry voice of the man in the leading position calms down the bloodshot of the aristocrats.

"Well, you know what? It's a secret job to be good at chilling souls. With that in mind, it is most certain to make things happen in the imperial capital, where a large number of tourists and merchants are gathering. Wasn't it just a wait-and-see event that I started once? Then don't worry too much about details."
"But Count Schwindell -- we can't forgive him for his family, for his friend's -- for his breath!"

 In the words of the nobility, a man in his fifties, called Count Schvindell, nods, stroking his beard on his chin.

"Of course it is. Peristella was supposed to be married to our Count Schvindell family after the war. When you think about it, it is unforgivable that they are breathing in this imperial capital. But in a frenzy, he forced them to attack the bell of repose of their souls... What would you do if you could not kill them as a result? That would be meaningless."
"That's..."

 Count Schvindell's words silence the nobles around him.
 For it was obvious that crimson and Larkus were angry at the existence of them, but that they would only screw up if they ran wild with their anger.
 Then, by their own hands... some thought so, but in the first place, the Earl of Larkus himself was a knight, and he had considerable fighting power.
 It goes without saying that crimson is the best color to wear.
 It was obvious how powerful he was, since it was the cause of the loss of the relatives of the nobles here.

"Anyway, wait for the opportunity now. Even if we make a rush, if we fail, we will only raise our guard against them, and we will lose our strength unnecessarily."

 Count Schvindell told her to do so, and the dissatisfaction finally subsides.
 Most of the aristocrats here were low-ranking aristocrats, and at the same time, they did not have outstanding abilities.
 That's why they sent their relatives to the Celemus Plain to make war achievements, and as a result, all their relatives died.
 For this reason, Count Schwindell was a key figure among the nobles here. That is the extent to which the gathering would have collapsed without the Earl of Schvindell.
 Such an unreliable partner, but not many of them can share their feelings with the Earl of Schvindell.
 No, of course, there were many who had great hostility towards crimson, the Count of Larkus, and the kingdom of Milliana, but there were very few who had achieved such great results, and who wanted to oppose his employer, the Count of Larkus.
 Some say they are afraid of crimson himself, but at the same time there was a widespread rumor that the upper echelon of the Bestian Empire had invited them directly to the competition.It is said that Dusker Larcks himself will travel to the imperial capital this year, although it is customary to send someone to represent him.
 The extraordinary circumstances must remind us of the Spring War... that the upper echelons of the empire have instructed us not to touch it.
 In other words, it was certain that he would be punished when he was found to be having such a meeting.
 But the presence of Count Schwindel, who has a certain degree of power in the Vestian Empire, has enabled these discussions to take place in the castle.
 The Earl of Schwindell opens his mouth with a melancholy look on his face as he looks about him.
 If you listen to what you're going to say now, you'll probably see more than a few people in front of you.

"Actually, in two hours or so the Count of Frontier Larx is coming to the castle."
"What!?"

 come within sight of one's own enemy
 The words irritate some members of the nobility, but the Earl of Schwindell speaks to control them.

"Look, I'll never touch you here!"
"Why! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Here's our grudge against him..."
"No use! Did you forget to report it? They have the axe of the god of thunder in addition to crimson. Do you have enough hands to manage these two notorious men? Is that why you have come to rely on an organization called the Bell of Souls?"
"Well, that's..."

 The other nobles were at a loss for words from the earl of Schwindell.
 It's true that we don't have a competent hand piece.
 No, there are not only incompetent subordinates. Some knights have high fighting power in their own way, or some subordinates have the ability to rule over their territories.
 However, in this case the other party was still at fault.
 If he had a subordinate who had the power to do something about the man who was said to have destroyed the Imperial army, he would have earned a higher peerage in the first place.

"...don't look directly at them." 儂I'm going to confirm it with my own eyes. But, you know what? Never touch the castle. If you can't do that, either stay here without checking our enemy or go back to the house immediately. Anyway, it's time to build up your strength. if I have the chance, I'll certainly have enough power to kill him."

 Count Schvindell said that all the nobles there were silent.
 But no one left the place.





"Well... do I have to go, too.

 That was the first voice in response to Ray's wake-up call to Dusker's room after spending all of his free time sleeping.

"Yes, you are supposed to be my bodyguard in the first place, and of course you must follow me to the castle with the elks."

 Ray sighs involuntarily at Dasker's nod of course.
 Ray doesn't like formalities in the first place. Of course it would not be interesting to see the heart-searching communication between the Imperial nobles and Dusker, and above all, it would be interesting."

"When it comes to castles, of course there are many nobles in this country, and if I go to such a place, I am sure I will be involved in a troublesome disturbance."
"I suppose so, but I would certainly welcome it in the sense that it will attract the attention of the upper echelon, and above all, it is better to show up if you want to jump into the competition."
"And Rodos?"

 Ray glances at Rodos in the room at Dusker's words.
 This is because Rodos, as well as himself, was supposed to participate in this competition.
 Early morning training for the competition is still ongoing.

"Yes, it's me and God of Thunder's axe, Ray, and a few knights heading to the castle."

 It has already been decided and will not be overturned. When Dasker says so, Ray nods, holding back his inner sigh.

(It might be interesting to see opponents of Vihela and Theoremes.)

 with that in mind