908 Episode 0908



Ray, familiar with the sound of voices coming from the Wheat-tei at dusk, leaves the snowman alone and heads there.
 Seto naturally follows Ray behind him.
 Ray knew it, but he went on without a trace of concern... before long he saw a carriage parked in front of the Wheat-tei at dusk.
 It was clearly different from the usual carriage, if not a carriage.
 The carriage's body is elaborately decorated, and the parts themselves are made of carefully selected materials.
 Ray didn't know what it was made of, but just by looking at it he could understand that it was different from the usual carriage.

(Similar to the magic horse-drawn carriage Elena is riding in. and the horse...)

 Ray looks out of the carriage toward the horse pulling it.
 It's definitely a horse there, but it's not just a horse. It's clearly a horse-shaped monster.
 It's also a fairly high ranking.
 In fact, when I saw Sett on Ray's side, he seemed alert but didn't show any sign of fright.
 There were a number of servants near the carriage, and the voice I had just heard seemed to be proof that it belonged to Ray's prediction. And...

"Well, have you been here?" I thought you were in the inn."

 It was Ray's predictable character who emerged from the Wheat-tei at dusk, saying so.
 Even though she's still under ten, there's a clear color of intelligence in her eyes.
 Baron Cisne's legitimate son, Basrero, was also intelligent for his age, but the girl in front of him was clearly of high intelligence, though younger than Basrero.
 Fluttering green hair, the girl smiles happily when she sees Ray and Sett.

"Well, the king's faction is very lively at present because of the success of his master and others... I'm glad that he seems to be doing as well as ever."
"Marca...?"

 Saying the familiar person's name, Marka nods satisfactorily.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't forget your mistress!"

 Marka Quento is the girl who uses inappropriate language.
 The only daughter of the Duke of Quent, known as a leading figure in the royal faction, and the next Duke of Quent.
 A precocious genius who is rumored to be the one who will be responsible for the magic of the next generation of the Milliana Kingdom, using the magic of the three attributes of wind, earth, and light.
 He had been to Gillum before and had formed a friendship with Ray.

"Long time no see, Ray."

 It was a man with a smile that emerged from behind him.
 a person who can be seen in Ray's eyes as being strong
 I'm Corean, a former Rank A adventurer.
 He has a friendly atmosphere, but his ability as Marka's bodyguard is very high.
 I'm originally a Rank A adventurer, but I'm half... no, I'm fascinated by Marca, who's less than a third of my life, and I'd even stand up to dragons to protect her.
 ...though Marka himself has a very high ability as a wizard, and does not require much escort.

"It's kind of deliberate to say, even to the core... what the heck...?"

 The only thing that comes to Ray's mind when the Duke of Quent, who is also a leading figure in the royal faction, comes to Gillum in the snow is the... more precisely the duel between the Earl of Eriel and Baron Cisne weeks ago.
 In winter, Langa has already left for the Earl of Eriel with his bodyguard knights and soldiers to receive half of the property the keepers bet on the duel.
 Ray wonders why Langa, who is also the commander of the security force, is one of Dusker's confidants, but when Langa is told he is one of Dusker's confidants, he has to agree.

"Well, I'm sure. The mistress's arrival must be exactly what you expect. Now, I'd like to talk about that, would you mind?"

 The innocent smile on his face when he reunited with Ray and Seto disappeared, and the expression on his face is appropriate for the next duke.
 Ray nods back to his expression.

"What's the place? I don't think anyone else would want to ask me. Do you mind my room? ... It's not that big."
"Ray's room?" Hmm, are you afraid of being overheard?"
"I don't think that's the case in this inn, and it's not difficult to detect anyone eavesdropping on me. And Coan will be with you, won't he?"
"Well, that's all right. ...get the carriage out of the way. My mistress has a talk with Ray for a while. Stand by in the inn except for Corean. The restaurant of this inn is said to be delicious, and the owners went straight to the lord's residence after coming to Gilm on a forced campaign in winter, so they must be tired. Take a good rest."

 At Marka's words, the butlers and attendants near the carriage bowed deeply.
 His eyes were filled with gratitude and concern, and he looked at Coan with confidence.
 Ray knows what that means.
 If a crisis looms on Marka, I guess it means thank you for your cooperation.

"That's why the landlady. I'd like you to let us both rest in the dining room for a while. This is my apology for the trouble and the amount of money I eat and drink."

 When the Duchess arrived, she gave Lana five gold coins from the cloth bag Marca had received from Coan, without any surprise at all.
 Five gold coins would have been completely unexpected to Lana. open one's mouth hurriedly to Marka

"Lady, this is too much,"

 But Marka shakes her head with a smile at Lana.

"It's a nuisance," I've caused you trouble with my mistress's visit this time. Besides, as a member of the Duke of Quent, it's only natural. Take this place for yourself, thinking that it will make your mistress look better."

 Lana was momentarily at a loss for Marka's words, but she must have thought it would be annoying to turn it down if the nobility had told her so.
 make a deep bow to Marka

"All right. Then, I will serve you enough food to satisfy you."
"Well, for God's sake... then, Ray." Please show me around."

 Encouraged by Marka, Ray caresses Seto on the head and urges him to return to the stable and enters the inn.
 Marka's entourage looks astonished as Sett returns to the stable without verbal instructions.

(And why do you look so proud of yourself?)

 Rey secretly puts a thrust into Mireinu, who proudly tells her that Seto-chan is amazing.
 The reason why the Duchess did not seem so surprised when she came is not because she is accustomed to the nobility... but because she concentrates her attention on Seto.
 Looking sideways as Lana approaches such a Millerine, Ray guides Marka and Coan to his room.





"Oh, is this Ray's room?" It's a lonely room with few things to do you think?

 It was the first voice from Marka's mouth as she entered Ray's room and looked around.
 Coan nods back in agreement with the opinion.

"Well, I basically put the necessary things in the item box. It's more convenient to be able to move quickly in case of emergency. Sit down for now, though it's like this. though it would be a little too bad for the Duchess."

 Ray turns to the chair beside the desk and tells me.
 In fact, the remark was plain rude, and if such a remark had been made by a noble noble, he would have looked angry, saying that he had been insulted with a red face.But Marka doesn't seem to be offended by Ray... or rather, she sits in a chair with an amusing smile.
 Behind him in his chair stands Corean as a bodyguard.

"Drink this for now,"

 Ray offered fruit water in a glass.
 I kept the stuff I bought in the summer in a mistling, something I couldn't normally drink at this time of year.

"Oh, this is... well. Item boxes are very convenient."

 Marka smiles happily and carries the glass straight to her mouth.
 Marka's position calls for poison, but he doesn't seem to care about it.
 That's because they trust Ray, but more importantly they have magic items to detect poison.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Uh, cold and sweet. "There are some problems with drinking at this time of year, but it's not a problem because it's warm in this inn."

 Marca smacks at the sweet and sour taste and drains the contents of the glass at once.
 Then he took a breather and found that his expression had changed from that of a girl to that of a Duchess.
 Corean stands back, leaving no sign of disturbing Marka.

"Well, why did the mistress come to the frontier at this time?" You mean you understand the reason?"
"Oh, ... about the duel, right?

 Marka nods back to Ray, who answers simply.

"My mistress came here on behalf of my father. --more precisely the representative of the Duke of Quent, the king's chief."

 So, once he stopped speaking, Marka turned to Ray... but when he saw no particular change in his expression, he let out a small sigh.

"Lord, a mistress has come on behalf of the duke, may I be a little more surprised?"
"It's not a bad story, is it? Then you don't have to be surprised."
"Oh? Why do you think so?" The next head of the Earl of Eriel's family fought in the duel. To be honest, I didn't like concubines very much, but I'm still a fellow of the royal faction. If such a person loses half of his family's property, and a mistress comes to him in such a situation, he usually thinks it's against him."

 But against this Marka, Ray shrugs his shoulders and carries fruit water to his mouth.

"It looks like this, and Mr. Dusker has given me some weight. If it's deadly bad for me, I'm afraid I'll get in touch with you in advance. And..."

 Once stopped, Ray continues in his mind.

(Mr. Dusker saw how strong I was last spring at close quarters. and if anything should have reduced this guillem to ashes, he should have told me to leave the guillem before that

 Seeing a huge tornado of flames -- a fire whirlwind -- wrecked the vanguard of the Vestian army in last spring's war, it seemed unlikely that Dusker would go out of his way to provoke Ray in the guillem.

"Huh? And what's the matter?"
"No, it's nothing. All I did was act as an agent for the duel. I don't think you'll make me do anything against you, considering his character."
"Oh? But, as I've said many times, my concubine's father is a duke. No matter what, one or two of the frontiersmen have enough power and military power to do. Can't you think that you're afraid of that?"
"...don't try it. Looking this way, I think I know Mr. Dusker in my own way. Well, it may only be superficial, but I still doubt Mr. Dusker would sell me off. It's true that..."

 Ray continues, with a nasty smile around his mouth.

"unless the Earl of Eriel is worth helping the Neutrality against him."

 Behind the words is a man like Keep, is the house of the next head of the family.
 If Marka had actually been worth it here, Ray could not help it.
 Fortunately, however, Marka nods with a smile.

"Well, that's not it. It is true that the Earl of Eriel had considerable power among the royalists, but only in its own way. If you want to find alternatives, there are plenty of alternatives. but it is true that the nobles of the royal faction have been humiliated no more."

 Wailing deplorables, Marka turns to the glass at hand, to Ray, and to the glass again.
 Seeing it, Ray understands what Marka is asking for and takes another fruit water from the mistling and hands it over to Marka.
 Marka happily puts her mouth on the glass and continues.

"But the fault in this case is clearly with you, Mr. Keep. If you punish the Lord for this, the King's faction will laugh. But... there are a lot of idiots in the royal faction who don't understand that much of the logic... no, they don't understand intentionally and only speak loudly. So, then,"

 Marka, smiling as if she were up to something, mutters a decisive word with that expression on her face.

"Will you try to be an instructor for a while, Ray?"
"...what?"

 I couldn't understand the meaning of Marka's words, and all Ray could do was make a stupid voice.