the day after teaching a hamburger recipe Ray dressed himself up and headed for the first-floor dining room, where an unexpected scene had spread.

"Is this information true!"
"Your Highness Mercurio rebelled against the Empire... the robber who tried to sneak into the castle that was rumored to be the other day..."
"Probably so," But what is Prince Mercurio doing?"
"Whatever the reason, if you don't do well, you'll end up in a civil war!? You attacked the castle and ran away."
"Civil war? It's true that it's a business opportunity, but... I'm depressed."
"But you can't miss this opportunity, can you?" If you don't do well, you'll miss this trend and be left behind by other merchants and merchants. Then what will happen to the lives of the people we employ? If we don't..."
"Wait a minute! That means you're going to take advantage of this civil war!"
"... where do you get to?"
"In terms of chances of winning, I think it's the Empire's side." His Highness Mercurio has too little war potential to manage against the Imperial army."
"But think the other way around. We're going to go to the camp that's already decided to win, and we're going to go to the camp that's lacking in military strength. Which one do you think will buy you a higher arm?"
"And it would be meaningless if he died,"
"...but why, even if you were Prince Mercurio, you would rebel against the Empire because you have some counter-measures, for example, something trumpy?"
"Oh, my God! What a civil war it can be at this time?" That's why we're in such a mess!"

　Ray sits down at the table without saying anything particularly as he can somehow understand the reason for this.
　a waitress in the dining room who will be there to pick up her order.
　When we order 3 portions of bacon and eggs, salad, winner, vegetable soup, bread and more, the waitress, already accustomed to Ray's appetite, takes the order and opens her mouth without any particular surprise.

"Mr. Ray isn't very surprised,"
"Well, I'm quite surprised," It's just that I feel like I've become unusually calm when I see people around me being too surprised. "Oh, I'll have chilled fruit water and some fruit after dinner."
"Yes, yes, you have the same appetite. But what do you think will happen to me when I think the competition is over?"

　a waitress who looks around and asks anxiously
　It's an empire that has grown in size with neighboring countries. Naturally, a rebellion is not uncommon. However, it is the only thing that happens when the conquered and annexed nations.
　With such a partner, the battlefield is naturally close to the neighboring countries, so people living in the imperial capital rarely feel the war.
　Of course, it's a different story for those who have members of the Imperial Army in their families or acquaintances.
　But it was Mercurio, the third prince, who rebelled against the empire this time.
　There was no denying that the imperial capital itself could become a battlefield.
　It is not yet well known that Mercurio and Vihela are stationed in the lands of the Earl of Obrisin, not far from the imperial capital. Still, it must be true that we have to worry about it in the event of civil war.
　And...

"As far as we hear about the people in the dining room, there is talk that the neighboring nations will respond to Prince Mercurio's actions. ...what do you think of Mr. Ray.

　All Ray did was shake his head slightly to the waitress, who asked him anxiously.

"In the first place, as you know, I'm not from the Westian Empire." I don't know much about the situation, and I don't know much about it."
"Oh, yes. Come to think of it, it certainly was. I've been very familiar with Ray since he came to this inn..."

　The waitress, smiling as if to mislead her, immediately leaves after receiving a message from the kitchen that the food was ready.
　Ray saw it off, but suddenly he felt his gaze and moved his head there.
　There he was, with some displeased expression on his face, Vaicul and Most. They were three of the fangs of the wind dragon.

(In the end, he was still in the imperial capital.)

　Ray muttered inwardly, looking at the three approaching people.
　The three have become reasonably close friends. I wish I had left the imperial capital before getting involved in this civil war, but it seems that Ray's expectations were not fulfilled.
　Sitting down next to Ray, Luzzi looks sharply at him.
　Nearby Vaicul and Most also looked at Ray differently.

"What's wrong with you? You look so scary."
"...don't be silly. Did you know that? No, I guess you knew that from his way of speaking."
"What are you talking about?"

　Judging from the severity of the three Luzzi's gaze that he has already taken the broadside of the story, Ray shrugs back slightly.

"Well, sit down. It's not good to stand up, is it? and I've just come for breakfast."

　As they watched the waitresses bring their order to their table, they probably realized they were attracting attention. sit at a table reluctantly
　When the waitress saw it, she laid out the dishes on the table with a sigh of relief.
　At this time of year... and moreover, Ray and Furyu's tusks, who had been on good terms with each other until recently, are getting worse. As a waitress, I couldn't help but feel uneasy.
　Still, it's probably the only reason he's working as a waitress at a long‐standing empty house that he doesn't show any expression on the table.

"And what's your order?"

　The three Luzzis each order a light meal, bread and soup, at the waitress's word after the meal.
　It's not purely hungry, it's more like paying for a table in the dining room.
　After confirming each order and seeing the waitress off, Luzzi opens her mouth again.

"And what do you know?"

　Rousy's words make Ray reach for freshly baked bread on the table, seemingly unconcerned.
　Today it's like white bread, and it's so soft that you can expect a soft texture just by touching it.
　Ray shrugs his shoulders deftly, cutting the bread into his mouth.

"Whatever you say," There was a man on his way back to the inn after the awards ceremony held at the stadium, talking openly about lifting the first prince. That's all I could have predicted."

　It's not altogether absurd that Ray came out of his mouth. I've heard a man who seems to be a cabazide player talking big and big in the bar.
　But in reality, things only went the way they had known for a long time, which was why Ray was half-predictable about this outcome.

"...I'm not lying, but it's not true."

　When Vaicul hears Ray's words, he says so.
　Is it your intuition as a thief or as a woman... or do you have any information?Ray didn't know which of them was, but all he gave back was a small shrug.

"As I told you before, I gave you all the information I could. All you have to do is to judge."
"You... I mean, I won't ask you any more."

　Ruzzi breathes a small sigh after deciding that Ray would never divulge any more information.
　For such a leader, Maast opens his mouth.

"Is that all right?"
"Oh, I'll never talk to him if I try to get any more out of him. If I were to hear from him at all costs, I would have to do something with all my might, but do you think I could?"

　When they say so, Morst can't say anything back and shut up.
　I see firsthand how good Ray is.
　Luzzi, who has the most powerful ability among us, was competing with almost one-sided opponents.

(And...)

　Passing Morst's mind is the set of Gryphon, Ray's slave.
　Although they were not allowed to participate in the competition by rule, Gryphon, a Rank A monster, must be quite capable. That's to the extent that we can't cope with it on our own.
　If they asked me if I could manage one of those monster classes... I didn't have the ability, confidence, or self‐conceit to nod to it.

"Well, I don't think it's possible to speak any more. Above all, breakfast is just here."

　Beyond the murmuring eye is the waitress serving breakfast, and this story ends here in a casual way.
　After that, we finish our breakfast without any particular hostility, albeit a little awkward.
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　Ray is not a fast eater, but rather a savvy eater, but...there was something unbelievable about Vaicur.
　At any rate, after a meal, the four of them continue to chat over a glass of fruit water.
　There were still a lot of people in the dining room who were talking loudly and exchanging information about the civil war, but it was a matter of no particular concern to Ray.
　... although the Luzzies seem to have been slightly concerned.
　When the meal is over, Luzzi and others leave their seats.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but if you do something strange to the public, we'll stand in the way, even if you're no match. That's all you have to remember."
"Well, if you block me, I'll do my best to deal with you then."

　As they speak to each other, Ray sees the Luzzi's off.

(Well, which force are the Luzzies going to take? If you cut your tongue like that, and join the third prince's side, it will be a little too much.)

　That's how Ray leaves the dining room.
　It wasn't the stable where Sett was... the room where Ray was renting... but the room where Dusker was staying.
　As usual, there are two guards in front of the room, and as Ray approaches, he looks slightly alarmed.
　But when he finds out that Ray is approaching, he releases his guard and opens his mouth with a smile.

"What's wrong with the runner-up of the competition?"
"I've got something to do with Mr. Dusker," Is that all right?"
"All right, wait a minute,"

　a knight who knocks on the door and walks in.
　He must have gone to Dusker for permission to see him.
　They come out at once and get permission to go in. 　
　Normally, it is not possible to obtain permission to meet with the nobles... or to meet with a person in the position of a frontier count.
　You need to make an appointment in advance, and even if you come to see me, there's a little preparation.
　Ray's ability to meet Dusker without that is probably due to the fact that he is trusted by Dusker.
　Ray's contribution so far to Gillum is that he could have been created a peerage.
　...though he would never wish for it.
　Other than that, Dusker himself dislikes waste.
　At any rate, Ray gets permission to visit Dusker earlier than usual.
　It featured Dusker reading some papers on his desk and two guards, Elk and Minn, sitting on the sofa a short distance away.

"Excuse me,"
"Oh, you want me to do something," What? Are you attacked again by the bell of repose?"

　His tone is light because he understands Ray's ability.
　He understands that Ray can cope with the attack of the bell.
　But... the words that came out of Ray's mouth the next moment were quite different from what he had in mind.

"Actually, I would like to join the third prince group."

　It meant Ray would take part in a fight that would take place in the civil war.