890 Episode 0890



It was Ray who broke the silence that stretched for a few seconds into the drawing room.

"Well, it's good to see Basrero's arm, but wasn't this supposed to be a nomination request?"
"Oh, of course," I can't pay so much because it's only today, not every day, as it was last year."

 a slightly difficult‐to‐speak muet
 Ray could understand that this house could not afford it.
 On top of that, if the request was made only today, the amount would be even lower.
 But Ray shakes his head at such a muet.

"I don't want any money as a reward. Instead, can I get this dried fruit? I've never had such a dried fruit that goes well with herbal tea."

 What Ray said must have been quite surprising. Not only Muet, but also the maid assier behind her looks astonished.

"Well, you don't mind? I don't mean that I bought the dried fruit separately, but it's an assier's homemade one..."

 Ray opens his mouth with a smile as he turns his eyes to the assier behind him and asks.

"Oh, honestly, I was surprised to eat this dried fruit. Usually, dried fruits don't look good, but the colors remain vivid. Wouldn't it look like this if it were just made normally?"
"Certainly. The dried fruit is made using a process that has been passed down to the home of the Assier. It could be said that it is our specialty."
"Oh, my dear sir. I have nothing special to do I?

 In response to a complimenting Muet, Assie mutters shyly, turning her cheeks red.

"To be honest, I think I can sell this dried fruit if I want to. I think Seto would be happy to eat it, too.

 If the reputation of being a set purveyor spreads, it will definitely sell.
 However, at Rey's words, Assier shakes his head regretfully.

"You can't make that many dried fruits. Oh, of course, that means enough to sell, even though I have enough to eat at this house and give it to Ray."

 Ray nodded satisfactorily at Assie's words and turned his eyes to Muet.

"What do you think?"
"Well, that would help me... would you really like it?"

 When Ray sees someone telling him to confirm, he worries about the future of the house at Muet's good nature.
 Perhaps because of his personality, he came to Gilm where there was little conflict among the nobles.

"Oh, I want you to leave it said. shall we do it now, Basrero?"
"Yes! I'll show Mr. Ray the results of the year! The place... in the courtyard, please." I always train there."

 Basrero screams joyfully at Rey's words, and Muett squints joyfully when he sees them.
 It was because I noticed that my son, who was usually polite, had a strong longing for Ray.
 The age-like attitude was a delight to watch for a father with an overgrown son.

"Well, Mr. Ray, let me show you to the courtyard. Get ready, little boy."
"I'll get it ready soon!"

 Basrero rushes out of the room and Assie guides Ray into the garden.

"Well, how far can Basrero go with Ray? I don't really like cold weather."

 I looked out of the reception window and found it still snowing, albeit slightly.
 I didn't really like the cold, as I said, but I still left the reception room to see how much my son had grown up and headed for the courtyard.





"Glu?"

 It was Seto who came to the courtyard to greet Ray, Assier and Muet, who tilted his head and shouted.
 The snow that's falling now is not so strong, but it's accumulated about 10 cm thanks to the fact that it's been raining since the previous day.
 On such a pile of snow, Seto enjoyed the feeling of rolling, stepping on it, and poking his face into it.
 Having appeared in such a place, Seto may well wonder.

"Set, let me use it a little. My Basrero is going to play a mock game with Ray."
"Grull!"

 I'm going to see it myself! I'm going to lie down a little further away.
 Seto was lying grand on the snow, but it was probably because he was a Gryphon. It doesn't look cold at all.
 Muet and Assie, who looked a little worriedly at Seto, must have been relieved to see that Seto didn't care at all. hold a conversation and wait for Baslello to come.
 A few minutes later... and with the sound of footsteps running down the hall, Basrero appears in the courtyard.
 What he's wearing is probably because of Basrero's lack of physical strength. It's a leather armour made of monster leather, not metal armor.
 Ray could see that it was light in weight and had some protection.

"Please!"

 With a long sword -- but tailored to Basrero's body -- in his hand, he bowed.
 In response to Basrero, Ray pulls a thorn out of Mistilling.
 Ray's real weapon was death-size, but he judged that death-size, which weighs more than 100 kg without magic, was too dangerous in a mock battle with Basrero.
 Needless to say, spears and scythe are of course different in usability.
 Nevertheless, since it was a long-handled weapon, he was more accustomed to using spears than long swords.
 Ray and Basrero face each other in the snowy garden.
 Muet, Assie and Set look at them silently.

『……』

 Silence filled the courtyard as we waited for each other.
 Ray is waiting for Basrero to attack.
 Basrero is confused because he doesn't know how to attack Ray's position.
 After a few minutes of silence, Ray opens his mouth.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you think you'll show me the strength you've gained over the past year?"

 From the tip of the ear to the handle, the spear is all deep green, and the tip of the ear is lightly swayed with provocation.
 When Basrero hears Ray's words and sees the tip of a swinging spear, he kicks the ground and narrows his distance with Ray.
 But no matter how much Seto is playing in the courtyard and being trampled down, snow is snow.
 Compared to a normal kick in the ground, the speed is much slower.

"Oh, my God!"

 a long sword swung down by a kesakiri with a shout of spirit
 Of course the dagger has a blade and will be badly injured if hit.
 But Basrero didn't think his attack would hit Ray, and he did.
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 Read the trajectory of the long sword that was swinging down at him and gently thrust out a thorn's spear.
 The blade of the long sword that hits the tip of the ear deviates from its trajectory with minimal force and is swung down to the snow-covered ground without being rubbed by Ray."What?"
"That's too bad."

 There was a dark green ear before his eyes, muttering indistinctly about what had happened.
 Having missed the point of the long sword, he used the force of Basrero's blow to move the spear and thrust the tip of the spear in front of him.
 But the movement was so smooth that Muet and Assier couldn't understand what had happened.

"... you know, Assier. Do you know what has just happened?"
"No. When I thought Ray's spear had moved, all I could see was that he had missed the attack."
"As expected? This is the strength of a notorious Rank B adventurer."

 At the sight of Muet and Assie, who are talking like that, Basrero shoots his long sword at Ray again.
 The long sword, which had been wielded sideways, was about to cut Ray's body straight with its blade...

"Sweet."

 Another blow from a thorn's spear strikes a long sword.
 The latest blow is delivered by Ray's power, not by killing the momentum as mentioned earlier.
 The high-pitched metallic sound around proved how powerful Ray's blow was.
 Basrero's power is not enough to withstand this blow, and the long sword he holds flies into the sky.
 When a long sword falls as it spins, the blade sticks into the snow and stops moving.

"I said it was sweet... but this blow was quite a good one. But wielding a long sword with only the strength of your arms is a little reflection. In particular, when delivering a horizontal mowing blow, it is better to use the rotation of the hips as well as the strength of the arms. so that the power of the blow can be increased."
"Yes!"
"What should I do? Will it end? My hands are numb, right?"

 Rey asks Basrero, who responds cheerfully, to try.
 But Basrero immediately shakes his head at Ray's words.

"No, I'll still do it!"
"Well, then I'll go out with you a little more. Pick up your weapons."
"Yes!"

 Basrero draws a long sword stuck in the snow and puts up his weapon again towards Ray.
 Slowly narrow the gap and kill the rest of the distance as soon as you think you're fully booked.
 What Ray has is a thorn spear. The interval was of course wider than the long sword, and it was easy to attack from outside the interval of Basrero.
 Still, Ray waits for Basrero's attack.
 In the first place, this isn't a battle Ray has to win, it's a battle to see how strong Basrero has become over the past year.
 a self‐made series of attacks against oneself
 Of course, it is rough in Ray's eyes, and he is able to catch any number of gaps until he moves on to the next attack.
 Still, if you think you can do such a series of attacks in a year with your first combat training, the fighting talent in Basrero is by no means small. But...
 Avoiding a series of delivered attacks, he suddenly delivered a scooping blow with the thrust of a thorn.
 The stomping foot is scooped up by a stonemate, and Basrero falls on the spot.
 Watching Basrero covered in snow, Ray shakes his head with a thorn spear on his shoulder.

"I told you last year too, right? In your case, you tend to get out of touch with your feet. It's good to develop your strengths, but it's also necessary to fix your weaknesses."

 At Ray's words, Basrero rushes to his feet and opens his mouth.

"Yes! I'm sorry. Again, please!"
"All right, come on,"

 With that word, the battle begins again.
 Basrero wields a long sword at Ray, but the blade never reaches him.
 All attacks are averted, played and diverted by thorn spears.
 About twenty minutes had passed until Basrero's breath became rough, and his body became so slow that it was almost impossible to move any further.

"All right, let's wrap it up now."
"Yes, yes, thank you very much."

 Ray nods and opens his mouth at the breathless greeting.

"There were a lot of bad places, but there were plenty of good places. There's no doubt that Basrero has talent. Just because you're talented, if you neglect your daily training, you'll be overtaken by others in no time. If you don't want to be like that, you'll have to train yourself every day."
"Yes! All right!"

 He must have judged that the battle was over with that word. Muet opens his mouth.

"Well, shall we get into the house?" If you stay in the snow forever, you'll catch a cold. Assier, get warm tea ready. And will you wrap the dried fruit that you pay Ray?"
"Yes, immediately,"
"Grull".
"Well, that's right. Let's give dried fruit to Seto, too."

 The word dried fruit must have felt delicious. Muet says so with a smile at Seto's round gaze, asking for it too.
 I'm so happy to hear that.
 As they communicate, Ray and others enter the estate.





 After an hour or so of talking about each other's status in the mansion, Muett had to go back to work, and Basrero fell asleep from the exhaustion of his violent movements.
 As a result, Ray returns home and comes to the front door, seeing him off by the assier.

"Mr. Ray, please have this. Here's the dried fruit you promised. I'm afraid I made it."
"No, I'm glad it was delicious."

 Tell them so, pick up a basket of dried fruit you've received and put it in a mistling.

"Well, I'll call for Seto..."

 I'm going to go. I was going to say so, just then.

"Oh, woman, you're a pretty good woman. I'll let you deal with me tonight, so please be happy."

 A voice like that echoed from behind... from a carriage parked outside the gate.