893 Episode 0893



The day after the duel was settled, Ray's room at the Wheat House at dusk was not only Ray but also Lent.
 I brought him cheese, which was a reward for the Gamerion hunt, and it was not the expression of relief that the Gamerion hunt was over, nor the empty feeling that the treasured cheese which I had made at home had disappeared from my hands.

"Huh? Duel with you? Who?"
"The Earl of Eriel," It's not just the representative or the greatest keeper in this guillem, but the deputy they hired. I'm a substitute for Baron Cisne."
"...how did that happen again?"
"The Earl of Erielle's keeper, who seemed to like the maid of Baron Cisne's house, tried to force her to go." So if Baron Cisne stopped it, there would be a quarrel, and we would settle it in a duel."
"What? What's that keep thinking?"

 Lent murmurs with a deep‐seated incomprehension.
 It's only natural that anyone can think of it as a complete pretext for keeping the maid alive and trying to force her to leave.

"Now? But you seem confident that you will win. and he would give half the property of the Earl of Eriel to Baron Cisne if he had lost, and he would make a document before Mr. Dusker and arrange it legally."
"...is he insane? He's dealing with Ray, isn't he? He'll lose half his fortune for sure?"

 lean one's head to ask Lent
 It's only natural. I don't think anyone would want to fight Ray head on with this guillem.
 No, it's a guillem where many adventurers gather. Some might want to fight Ray, but I still didn't think I could beat him.

"Well, I don't know what they're thinking, but I'm just going to fight. I don't mind if I come here any more... until the day of the duel."
"When is the duel?"
"Huh? It's past noon in four days."
"...the other nobleman is completely finished." Who is stronger than Ray in this guillem now?"

 I don't think so. I started to say that, but I'm worried right away.

"No... it's winter now." Many Rank A adventurers who usually go out are returning. Some of them are notorious, and if you hire such a talented person..."

 That might be a good match for Ray. Though he thought so, he immediately shook his head.
 Sure, a Rank A adventurer would still be good enough to fight Ray, though it's unclear whether he'll win or lose in the end.
 In this case, however, fighting Ray means siding with the wicked nobles who tried to take away their maids.
 It didn't seem to me that Ray and... more precisely, Seth's owner, would cooperate with him in spite of the ill-feeling of the inhabitants of Gillum.

"Well, no matter who they have, I'll just deal with it. Of course I have no intention of losing."

 Ray says with a confident smile.
 Watching it, Lent murmurs in his heart, "That's right?

"Anyway, it's strange that all of a sudden this is happening, but you're very much in love with the trouble." To be honest, I only feel like I'm cursed or liked."
"Is that so?"

 Lento recalls the uproar that has occurred since he came to Gillum.
 It started with the Oak Village, headed to Elena and Dungeon, the Azot Trading Company, and the Magic Fever.
 Having been involved in countless other disturbances, or having voluntarily been involved in them, I could not help but be convinced that I was loved by the disturbances, loved by them... and cursed.

"I'm quite contented, though," Such a disturbance has given me access to such fine cheese."

 Touch the cheese on the table and store it in a mistling.
 Watching it, Lent looked up at the ceiling with a subtle expression on his face.
 Lent probably wonders if his request to Ray would be one of those upsets.

"Well, why don't you invite Johanna to see a duel? As long as you look at what that keep says and does, you'll definitely try to show my defeat to the people around you and take away the assier without anyone complaining, so you'll probably attract a lot of people." And from what I saw yesterday, Mr. Dusker seems to be aiming for it."
"Mr. Dusker, too? Hmm, I see. That certainly sounds interesting. Then invite Johanna... Hey, Ray. Do you think Johanna is interested in dueling or anything like that? Johanna was originally your subordinate, so naturally she knows your strength in a way that no more. in other words, Johanna sees a complete victory."

 Nothing is more boring than a battle in sight of victory or defeat.
 Ray opens his mouth, glancing out of the snowing window.

"In Johanna's case, don't you come for my set, not for my fight?"
"Oh, I see!"

 Lent exclaims that it was unexpected.
 That'surely...

"Wait a minute. If Seto is there, and probably a lot of people will gather... maybe the Mire Dog will come, too."

 When he reaches the possibility, Lent's expression turns to despair.
 Johanna and Milaine The fact that the two women, who love Seto together, are as bad as they can say that they are no match for each other, is deeply ingrained in Lent, who was present when they first met.

"Well, he'll probably come. But if you want to go out with Johanna, you can't take her off, and if you can't take her off, of course you can't take her off."
"That's... that's right, but...

 Ray's words have no rebuttal.
 Johanna, Seto, Milaine. It was clear that the two and one of them would definitely continue to be related to each other.
 whether it's a bad relationship or a good relationship

"And I think there will be bets in a duel, and stalls will open. Wouldn't it be like a winter festival? Why don'
"Festivals? That sounds good."
"Isn't it a snow festival?"
"Snow Festival, dear," It's a little unusual to use snow as a reason for a festival."
"It might be interesting to try to make a snow statue rather than a stone one and compete for it."

 Behind Ray's words was his memories of being in Japan.
 Snow festivals were held almost every year only in snowy areas, though not on TV extensively.
 I remember the excitement of participating in it.

"Well, it's snowing a lot now... and that's why it's snowing a little while ago." In that sense, I don't understand what Ray means. Wouldn't it be better for you, who are close to Mr. Dusker, to say it to me?""... well, then it's a snap." I'll be back for a while. What about you?"

 If we were to go together, we might be able to have the lord of Gilm. Lento shook his head in spite of the fact that's what he said.

"No, I'm a little more engaged now..."

 Recognizing the reason for his reticence, Ray smiles convincingly.

"Well, it must be hard to turn Johanna around, but do your best."





"What's going on!? Why is there no one to stand for me?"

 With a vexed cry, the keeper waves his hand wide.
 Then a glass on the desk is flapped by hand, hitting the wall and emptying the hot wine on the carpet.
 Contrary to a room in the evening wheat-tei, which can be described as peaceful, there was an atmosphere of frustration in the atmosphere.
 Furtos, who brought the report, looks pale.
 It's not that I'm afraid of being the object of a keep-up spasm...
 Of course that's true, but they're terrified that they won't find a proxy for the duel in four days.
 More precisely, they will be held accountable for the loss of half the property of the Earl of Eriel.
 At first, Furtos felt a little uneasy, but he thought he could find a duel agent soon.
 Keep is the next head of the Earl of Eriel's family, belonging to the royal faction, the largest faction in the kingdom of Milliana.
 Although his influence is not so high in Guilm, the home of the Neutralists, he is still a safe match for ordinary adventurers. Furtos, keepers, and his knights all thought.

"That poor nobleman will come out to you with a weak bodyguard, I suppose?"

 The keeper tells the knights, turning his eyes.
 The knights are a close confidant of the keepers. I didn't want to hurt him by any chance because of a duel, but if no one was coming, there was nothing I could do.

"Leave it to me! I'm the one who's stupid enough to go against you!"
"No, I am the sword of Mr. Keep, and I will slay the one who stands in his way."
"I will stick to the one who will kill you with my spear."

 The knights also say so with a confident smile that they don't think they'll lose at all.
 The only person in this room who felt faintly uneasy was Furtos.

(As these men say, that bodyguard did not appear to be short and muscular. Then I'm sure I'll win. But... what is this fear in my mind? I hope the one who let go to get information will do well to gather the information.)

 Furtos thinks, looking at the keepers and knights who disparage Ray, who would be fighting in a duel.

"Excuse me!"

 That was the time. The man who changed his face rushed into the room without knocking.

"Why, what is this fool! What are you thinking of jumping into my room without knocking?"

 After a momentary scream, he immediately blushes at his disgrace and yells at the man who leapt into the room, turning shame into anger.
 The man was brought in for chores when the keep was sent to Gillum.
 And one of the people Furtos had sent around town to gather information about Ray.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Keep," I've sent him all over the city to find out what the dueling little boy is like... Hey, my dear fellow. Be sensible! What... what? What's the matter with your room?"

 The ranting full toss made me notice the man's face as he stormed into the room.
 I thought it was because I was scolded by myself and the keep, but the tension was too high for that.
 The man takes a deep breath to calm himself down and then opens his mouth.

"I looked into the man whom Mr. Furtos had asked me to look into, and found out his name."
"Huh? You only looked up your name? You're too incompetent."

 Keep reveals his frustration when he says he only knew his name.
 But Furtos knows a man's ability.
 I don't think this guy will come back just to find out his name.
 If that is the case, it means something to the name...

"Who is it?"
"... Ray,"

 The moment Furtos hears the name, he realizes that the blood is rapidly draining from his face.
 Being a resident of the Kingdom of Milliana, his name naturally sounded familiar.
 As a servant of the nobility, it was a natural task to gather national information.
 And among the information I gather is of course the person who has gained fame in some circumstances.
 Yes, like the one who alone determines the victory or defeat of a war that broke out in the spring, and has a rank A monster, Gryphon, as a follower.

"Furtos, what's the matter? Just because you know the boy's name?"

 Keep, who is only interested in himself, seems to have heard nothing of Ray's name and looks suspiciously at Furtos, who suddenly stopped working.
 The other knights probably didn't hear the name Ray as well. He was looking anxiously at the full toss.
 Furtos opens his mouth, shaking the flesh of his cheek, under the gaze of such a keeper.

"Crimson".