the weather of the night, when clouds cover the moon in the sky, blocking the moonlight that usually falls on the ground
　In the rebel positions there was still a night-long lookout, wary of the sight of the Imperial army, who might come at any time.
　Perhaps because of Ray and Seto, who came the night before, today's watch is carried out with a certain level of tension, unlike yesterday.
　Seeing this, Tiyur seemed to appreciate Ray and Sett's presence, though he had some thoughts.
　In any case, unlike the previous day, the rebel camp is on guard with tension. Near the tent in the corner, Seto lay as ever and closed his eyes.
　That being the case, it doesn't mean Seth is sleeping. They close their eyes to feel the magic, the sound, the smell, etc. keenly.
　If a man approaches Ray without knowing it and tries to harm him, he will make amends for his mistake with his life.
　Also, the tent near Seto is not the same as Ray used the day before, even if the tent is a tent.
　The location is the edge of the position, but it's not where yesterday's spare tents are, it's away from them.
　a place around which there is nothing but a tent There was a magic tent for Seto and Ray.
　The spare tent had to be used for emergencies, so it was moved to the edge of an empty position.
　Of course, there is a reason why Seto is at the edge of the position, and Ray is related to the Westian Empire in various ways.
　However, the incident of the hegemony's armour in the daytime spread throughout the rebel army in an instant, and there are few people who carelessly touch Ray.
　Still, Ray and Sett decided to use the edge of their position as their bed, fearing that those who would join them at a later date, or now fear of Ray's presence, would run wild -- to be exact, for harm to the rebels.
　It was a welcome fact that Ray would not be bothered by the distractions around him, so he was happy to receive a proposal from Theorem...

"How did this happen?"

　Whispering and exhaling a drink diluted with water.
　Beyond Ray's gaze...

"Oh, such a beautiful woman is sneaking in at night. Wouldn't it be all right to be a little pleased?"

　Next to Ray was a Vihela, suspiciously fluttering her thin clothes like a prostitute or dancer in a nighttime magic tent.
　With time and place, Vihela's attitude is nothing but an inviting gesture.
　In fact, if only Ray were here, he would have lost his touch and reached out to Vihela.
　Even for Ray, as long as he is not a saint, he may be shaken by attractive people like Vihela. However...

'Vihela, I wish you would stop seducing Ray.'

　If there were no pairs of oves on the table just near the sofa where Ray and Vichela were sitting.

"Oh? Love is up to the individual, isn't it? What's wrong to seduce someone who likes it?"

　Vihela, who tells Elena on the other side of the pair of oves to provoke her.
　Seeing such a Vihela move, Elena twitches her eyebrows.

'It's safe to say that you're free when it comes to relationships. But that's only if there's only one partner.'
"Is that so? If you're a nobleman, you may have one or two concubines. --right, mistress?"

　Elena screams at Vihela, who glances at her, saying she can't stand it any longer.

'Who's the mistress! If you have one, you're the one. I'm the lawful wife!"

　It must have been largely reflexive to shout so. That's why Elena doesn't realize that there was a real intention... to admit Vihela as a concubine.
　Ray doesn't notice either, because he's just looking at their conversation in a troubled way.
　Vichela was the only one who noticed it.
　But Vichela simply ignores and releases Ray's arm, which she hugs.
　Perhaps a man can't help feeling a little disappointed because of Vihela's revealing clothes.
　At any rate, Vichela, who is away from Ray, is not looking at her love rival until a few seconds ago, but at the head of the rebel army called the Third Prince's faction.

"Well, that's all for now about Ray's fight." and now that the civil war has begun, how is it there, that you can keep up with your promise in advance.
'...you are...'

　The sudden change of subject surprises her for a moment, but eventually she sighs that this is Vihela, and Elena nods, changing her expression from one of the three major factions of the kingdom of Milliana, as a princess general, a symbol of the nobility.

'Oh, there's no problem with that's all right. If you were defeated, I would arrange for you to defect to the kingdom of Mileana, and my father talked to your Majesty and concluded the story."

　Vichela opens her eyes slightly at the words from Elena's mouth.
　They certainly said they would do so when they planned this time in Egzil. But it hasn't been long since then.
　Nevertheless, the Duke of Kelebel went to the royal capital, and made room for their escape in case of emergency.
　Simply put, it must have taken considerable effort for the aristocratic Duke of Quevel to recognize him as king of the king's faction.
　With that in mind, I have to conclude that I owe Elena... more precisely to the Duke of Kelebel.

"I'll report this matter to her later." I've taken you a lot of time."
'You don't have to be so afraid. He moved quickly because he judged that he had a reasonable advantage."
"Still, if there's any benefit to you, I'm still grateful."

　If this case succeeds, we can create what we call pro-Milliana forces within the Empire.
　Even if they fail, it is true that the civil war consumes the power of the Westian Empire, and those who have defected are those who have the power to do so. If we could incorporate it into the kingdom of Milliana, it would never be a loss. Even though I knew that was the case, it wasn't as if the Vihela was so inflected that I couldn't thank you for taking so much time.
　But... I can't just thank you honestly because Vihela is a Vihela.

"But yes," If it's all right, you should express your feelings, not just your gratitude."
'Attitude?'

　Did you smell something sinister from Vichela's tone, and Elena tried to open her mouth to say something?"

"Yes. ... Yes, thank you."

　With the words, she gently touches Ray's cheek sitting next to her.

"What! V, Vihela! What are you doing?"
"What? So thank you, thank you."
'So why kiss Ray in return for that! If you're going to thank me in the first place, it's me!'

　Elena screeching from the other side of the pair of oves.
　However, even if they are connected by a pair of ovens, all they can do is listen, send, or watch and show.
　All Elena could do was scream.
　You know that, don't you? Vihela opens her mouth with a glamorous smile.

"Oh, that's too bad. If Elena had been here, we could have thanked Ray together."
'...oh? What is that? You want me to come to the Empire of Bestia. Are you saying that? OK, I'll go right now..."Squeak?"

　As if to calm Elena down, a little dragon appears in a pair of oves.
　It's Elena's errand boy.
　He squeaks toward Ray, who is projected on the pair of ovens.
　Unlike Seto, I can't feel what he's talking about, but Ray still understood what Yero was saying.
　I remembered the last time I contacted Elena in the pair of oves, she said she would let him speak to her beloved Set the next time she used the pair of oves.

"Squeak!"

　At Yero's request, Ray raises his hand slightly and opens his mouth.

"... I see. Is it true that you should not break your promise? Wait a minute. Elena and Vihela, may I have a moment?"
"What? Well, well. I don't mind anything else."
"Oh, I have no problem,"

　Both of them couldn't understand Ray's words for a moment, but both of them had feelings for him. If you understand the meaning at once, you will nod back.
　Grateful to these two, he gently raises his hand and heads towards the entrance to the magic tent with the pair of obes on the table in his hand.
　Then I put my head out of the doorway...

"Are you awake, Seto?"
"Gruly!"

　Seto responds immediately to Ray's words and returns a cry.
　Given the rapidity of the response, he probably didn't sleep. ...however, I'm asked to keep my beloved Ray safe at night safe. Seto shouldn't have neglected it.
　Seto was lying right next to the tent, but soon got up and approached Ray.
　Ray caresses Seth on the head and puts a pair of obes in front of Seth.

"Glu?"
"Here, Seto. This is a pair of obes. You remember, right? And what's shown there is...
"Squeak!"

　As if responding to Ray's words, Yero sings on the other side of the pair of oves.
　Having heard the voice, Seto probably understood the situation as well. rub one's face against a pair of oves, purring happily

"Grullllllwow.
"'Squeak, 'Squeak!"

　Yellow also rubbed his face against the pair of oves, with a happy cry.

"Glu, Glu, Glu, Glu, Glu, Glu.
"Cute? Cute. Cute".

　The two were communicating in some way with such a cry, but Vihela opened her mouth unconsciously as she saw them.

"Well, these two are obviously of different races between the Gryphon and the Dragon, but how can they communicate?"

　The question comes from Vichela's time in Egzil.
　But since I didn't have a chance to hear it, I didn't say it before, but... I asked the two owners because it was a good opportunity.

"Well, I think that's the relationship between errands and demons, and they're definitely high-ranking monsters. Originally, Seto understands people's language normally."
'The same goes for Yero in that regard. I'm still young, so I don't understand my words completely, but they understand my intentions in general."

　Elena's voice echoes from the other side of the yellow, which is up because she is wearing a pair of obes.

"Hmmm. You're obedient to errands. If possible, I want something like that, but... I can't use magic, so I can't use it as a messenger. So if it's possible, you have to tame monsters like Ray tamed Seto..."

　Even for Vihela, she probably envies having a partner like Ray's Seto and Elena's Yero.
　In the case of Vihela in particular, she basically acts solo, so she definitely wants her to talk to her.

'I see. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."
"...what do you mean by that?"
'They use the skill of shouting death, and I think it suits Vichela?'
"So why bother to time the undead?" Then you'd better still have slime or something."

　Vichela, turning her eyes to the pair of oves, would still be the only one in the pair of oves, and the eyes would not be on Elena behind it.

(Bancy? As far as I know, they are fairies and undead... apparently in this world they are the latter.)

　Thinking about their argument that way, he turned his eyes to the two still talking to each other through the oven.