"I didn't expect you to come yesterday, today,"
"Glu?"

　Ray's words make Seto cry, "What's wrong with you?"
　In response to this, Ray caresses his head by shaking his head.
　The day after receiving Gamerion's meat, Lenora had already informed Baron Cisne that it would be all right to do so, but within the early hours of the morning he had contacted the Guild, who told him to head to Baron Cisne's house before noon.
　Of course, Ray didn't have any particular urgent business to do -- he was going to pick up Lent's cheese -- so he immediately accepted it.
　Now that the Gamelion affair has been cleared up and it is snowing in earnest, Ray has nothing particular to do.
　If I had to say so, I would have enjoyed sleeping twice in bed, or to have a hot meal in the snow, but I would not have refused the request of Baron Cisne.

"Grull".

　I'm still walking in the snow, but Sett, walking beside Ray, is in a good humour.
　Being with Ray was one of the reasons he was in a good mood, partly because he served dinner last night, breakfast today and Gamerion.
　Using the Gamerion meat Ray had picked up yesterday, the meat cooked at the dusk Wheat-tei gave Ray and Seto a taste that could only be described as delicious.
　In addition, many of the meat that Ray has picked up has been cut into small pieces depending on the size of the death.
　As guilds, block meat of a certain size could sell better, and Ray's interests matched that of cutting it into small pieces with a knife.
　But Seto likes to roast large pieces of meat and bite them.
　At any rate, Ray, who had received some cut meat, handed it over to the Wheat-tei at dusk and served it to himself and Seto.

"Gamerion food will be in full swing now, so the food at the stalls will be delicious."
"Gruly!"

　Seto who cries happily at Ray's muttering.
　Walking like that naturally attracts many people from around me who want to play with, touch, or care for Seto.
　Still, it's snowing now, perhaps very little.
　He walked on, saying no to them, until he reached the aristocratic quarter lined with aristocratic houses.
　The guards were just passing by the entrance to the barony, who were also adventurers. I can't help but know Ray.

"I'll let you in, will you?"
"Well, don't cause trouble in the aristocracy. You stand out already.Well, I don't think there'd be any odd interference with Ray."

　Wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"Dumb, do you really think we can do something about it? I don't like it."

　A man who is over two meters tall nods to the woman's words.

"That's true," If Ray goes on a rampage, there will be no ashes left in the aristocracy."
"...what's going on with my rumor?"

　a muttering ray in a man's words
　But the man smiles at Ray and then opens his mouth.

"What are you talking about?" I took part in the Spring War, and saw with my own eyes that you had made a tornado of flames, and I should not be allowed to be with someone who was wandering about in the air just because of rumors."
"Well, that's all right. Do as you please."

　You must have thought there was no particular point in saying anything. Ray tells it all and walks into the barony.
　Adventurers see Ray off without saying anything special.
　Then, about a minute after Ray disappeared, the first man to talk to him opens his mouth.

"But to call Ray... wouldn't there really be a disturbance?"
"That's not the case, is it?" I can't believe that there's someone in Gilm that's going to be hostile to Ray. . . . . . . you don't you?"

　The woman archer must have felt uneasy talking. cast one's eyes on one's colleagues
　In response, a big man nods back.

"If anyone in Gillum doesn't know how awful Ray is, it's probably the only one who's been around recently. But the house that came to Gilmoo recently... Ah...
"There you are. ... I have a strangely unpleasant feeling."

　What struck me in the mind of a woman archer was a nobleman who came to Gilm just a few weeks ago.
　They are rumored to have been sent in as a check against the neutrals and aristocrats, who have recently approached in relation to the civil war in the Westian Empire.
　As an adventurer I usually have little interest in that area, but as long as I was asked to guard the aristocracy, I had to know the circumstances.

"Wouldn't the barons really be reduced to ashes?"

　A large man muttered in a voice that seemed to be out of proportion to his size.
　a nobleman worthy of being called a scoundrel
　He was a typical aristocrat in a bad way and looked down on them.
　Given that he was sent as a check, it was clear that he intended to cause trouble here and impose some punishment on the neutrals.
　What happens if such a person encounters Ray?
　The adventurers here are reminded of the scene of the aristocracy in earnest.

"...what shall I do?"
"No matter what you say," We can't do anything about it. We can only report it to our employers."
"All right, then I'll be there at once." You guys ask for this place."

　The first man to talk to Ray tells him so and quickly runs away.
　in the hope of not acting rashly





"It hasn't changed,"

　By that time Ray had arrived in front of Baron Cisne's house without incident, contrary to the adventurers' unfounded fears.
　There is no such thing as gatekeepers in front of the house as there was last year.

"You're still careless,"
"Gururu..."

　Just as Seto turns his gaze into the house, the door opens and a maid emerges.
　Having seen the maid, Ray gently raises his hand and calls out.

"You were an assier, weren't you?"

　The maid, called the "Assier," also makes a slight bow at Ray's appearance.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Ray," Please come in. I'll call my husband and my little boy in a minute."

　I'm sure you've already heard that Ray is coming today. When I see Ray, he tells me so without any particular surprise.

"Oh, may I let Set play in the garden?"
"That's fine, but... this is the weather. Isn't it cold?"

　Asier looked worried and told Seto, but he turned his round eyes toward him and said, "What's the matter?" with a slight bow.
　The lovable appearance would have been knocked down immediately if there had been a Millerine or Johanna here.
　Of course, the assier doesn't hate cute things, but he doesn't have to give up his job.

"Don't worry. Seto doesn't mind this cold at all, but he doesn't hate playing in the snow."
"Yes, sir?"

　Asier looks at Seto as if to confirm Ray's words, but Seto is just purring in good humor.I wasn't quite convinced yet, but as far as Sett looked at me, he probably decided that there was no lie in Ray's said. She leads Sett through the garden, and then invites Ray into the mansion.
　Ray, who was led into the house, was led to the reception room.

"I'll inform my husband and my son of Ray's arrival, so please wait a moment."

　Herbal tea and dried fruits, so-called dried fruits, were placed on the table.

"Oh, I see," I'll take my time."
"Well, excuse me,"

　With his head lowered, Ray looks around the room to see Asier off.
　The room is cleaned clean, though not all expensive furniture is available with expensive furniture.

(As always, I don't think I have enough money to spare... I can relax strangely relax.)

　It was clearly a more comfortable place to rest than the office of the lord's residence or the office of the guildmaster.
　A handcrafted scent bag, not painted by a famous painter, seems to have drawn the garden of this house.
　Watching a painting that appears to have painted a spring garden, Ray carries the herbal tea to his mouth.

(This herbal tea... I remember you said you made it yourself when you heard it before.) It's pretty good for amateur handcrafts, though. Then, of course, this dried fruit is homemade. ...that's great.)

　Speaking of dried fruit, Ray's favorite was dried persimmons.
　When I lived in Japan, there were persimmon trees in my garden.
　In the Kanto region, sweet persimmons are commonly eaten, but in the Tohoku region, even if sweet persimmons are planted, they become astringent persimmons, so basically, they are dried and dried, or they are eaten after removing astringent persimmons using shochu.
　In any case, for Ray, dried fruits were recognized as dried persimmons, but dried persimmons are black.
　If you look at it from a stranger's point of view, you wouldn't think it was food.
　However, the dried fruit that was now prepared in front of the ray has certainly shrunk due to drying, but the color remains vivid.

(Is it originally of that kind, or is the skill of the assier who made this good?) I feel like the latter. pricewise)

　Ray's perception of fruits with bright colors when dried seemed like expensive breeds expensive variety.
　With that in mind, Ray probably maintains this vivid color with the help of Assie's technology.
　When you put dried fruit in your mouth, it spreads out with a rich sweetness.
　When the sweetness spreads through your mouth, you put your mouth on herbal tea.
　Then the inside of the mouth was washed away strangely clean, leaving only a slight sour taste as an aftertaste.
　While enjoying such simple sweetness, the door of the reception room suddenly knocks and a child appears.
　The child, aged about ten years old, opens his mouth with gleaming eyes when he sees Ray drinking herbal tea in the drawing room.

"Lay, it's been a long time!"
"It's been a long time, Basrero," oh, my God!"

　After a brief exchange of words, Ray nods admiringly at the sight of Basrero.
　The body itself is not much different than it was a year ago.
　No, I'm growing taller, but I don't have any extreme muscle attachments.
　And yet, he's definitely more sophisticated than he was a year ago when it came to physical activity.
　I could see that I had trained myself properly over the past year.
　Of course, if you think that's enough to fight monsters right away, the answer isn't.

"I don't think you've been playing for the past year."
"Yes, I've been training every day. No one was as good as Ray, but he was trained by adventurers every now and then."

　Basrero, who responds to Ray's words, is very polite, as was a year ago.
　It was so childish to Ray that he didn't think he was.

(Children of the nobility? There are many aristocrats, aren't there? Elena and Dusker are aristocratic, too.)

　Ray had no good impression of the nobility, but it is true that there are still some aristocrats who can respect him.

"And did you want me to be trained this time?"
"Oh, no. Around there..."

　When Basrero starts to say something to Ray, he talks to him at the right time.
　I turned my eyes to him, and he was there with Muet, the head of the Baron Cisne family, and Assier, the maid.
　Muet looked as weak as ever from Ray's point of view, but the reason he still felt the core was probably because of the different light in his eyes.

"It's been a long time, Muet".

　Ray stands up and bows.
　If anyone who knew Ray's usual appearance saw this, they would certainly be surprised.
　Ray, who is arrogant toward the nobles who hold higher ranks, bowed down, though his speech was the same.
　This is probably due to the first impression of last year.
　There was no mistake in this attitude because I recognized him as a respectable person.

"Long time no see, Ray," It's been a year, but I'm glad you look well. I've heard a lot about your success. It's Ray who won the nickname, isn't he? Well, I want you to sit down.

　Prompted to do so, Ray sits on the sofa.
　Muet and Basrero also sit opposite Ray, and Muet opens his mouth immediately.

"Actually, I asked you to come today because Basrero wanted to see you, but I wanted you to see how much your skill has improved. I'm afraid I don't know what to do with it."
"... I see,"

　Ray looked at Basrero with a look of satisfaction when he saw him with an expectant look in his eyes.