Ray bends his head at Marka's words.
　I looked at Coan standing behind Marka for fear of mishearing her, but she replied with a smile and nodding.
　That is to say, it was never a misheard or Ray's delusion, it was a genuine word.

"Well, I'm sorry. I'm not sure what the story is all about. The real problem is that I have kept it... more precisely because I have brought shame on his family home, the Earl of Eriel?"

　I felt so embarrassed that I was going to reveal myself in front of so many people.
　There is no doubt that in this guillem the leakage of the Earl of Eriel had the same meaning.
　And as many people visit the place called Gilmoo, there is no way to stop the information spreading from there.
　Is the least salvation now winter?
　By the time the snow disappears and people come and go, including products, maybe... well, maybe the rumor has already subsided.
　It is difficult, however, to understand that the information that the next head of a peerage called the Count's family leaked in public will not be settled in a few months.

"Well, that's for sure."
"...so why do I have to be an instructor? Or what kind of instructor is an instructor?"
"Well, in the city of Gracial, the home of the Duke of Quent, there is a military academy for the Duke of Quent. He's the instructor there."
"No, that's why you're listening to me? Why do you think I need to go all the way to the academy to teach you? What do you want me to teach you?"
"You were a disciple of a wizard, weren't you?"

　Words from Marka's mouth remind Ray of his own setting.

(Come to think of it... Yes, that's the way it was set.) Oh, my God, I never expected this to happen. No, do you want me to tell you anything about their knowledge? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . )

　Realizing that he knew he was going to be an instructor, Ray gasps again and opens his mouth.

"So it's not," Why did I go all the way out of the guillem and ask if it was... Gracial? I need to go there."
"...wow. Do I have to tell you?"

　Marka looks up at Ray.
　There was a loveliness in it that made me almost nod if I didn't know the character of Marka.
　But Ray knows the character of Marka.
　exhale and speak again

"And why?"
"Well, ... that's strange. I was told that if I asked you this way, you would grant me a favor at once."

　Who gave you such unnecessary wisdom? Holding back from wanting to pry in, Ray looks at the conversation.
　Then Marka must have given up the idea. open one's mouth with a slightly uninteresting look on one's face

"To put it simply, this incident was used to enforce the discipline of the King's faction."

　Sitting on a chair, his feet swaying without reaching the floor, Marca's own loveliness makes him look like a doll.
　But I don't feel uncomfortable when I hear the word discipline coming out of his mouth because Ray knows at least a little about the character of Marka.

"Strict discipline?"

　Looking at Coan standing behind Marka, Ray sees a little smile there.
　Even if you don't understand the reason for the smile, you'll have to ask Marka to continue.

"Well, as you know, the royalists are the largest faction in the kingdom of Milliana." And the largest faction...that is, because of the large number of people, there are many of them. One of the worst was the keeper who had a quarrel with his master this time."

　The reason why they call it "Keep," unlike before, is that they were caught trying to attack the Baron Cisne family.
　It has caused so much trouble that it has destroyed the prestige of the royalists.
　If he had at least quietly paid for losing the duel, he could still have remained on the royal side.
　But the ensuing attempt to attack Baron Cisne could not be misled.

"However, as I have said now, as long as the worst thing is to keep, there are many people who behave in a way that would not be called aristocrats even if it were not so bad. It was decided by His Majesty's order that the discipline of the King's faction should be enforced."
"I'd like to say thank you for your hard work, but how would it be possible for me to be an instructor.
"Listen to it till the end. It is undoubtedly the Lord who caused the discipline to be enforced this time. It is right to describe Baron Cisne as Lord. If that happens, the hatred of those who are the targets of this discipline will naturally be directed at the Lord. But to harm others with such a grudge, even as a concubine... to be exact, as a royalist, is not forgivable. But there is also a matter of hearsay."

　Marka shrugs her shoulders slightly and looks to see if Ray understands.
　When Ray nods to his gaze, Marka continues to explain.

"Anyway, that's why Ray has a grudge against the nobles who are being cornered in the royal faction."
"Muet... Baron Cisne? If you say that this case is a cause of many things, isn't it dangerous?"

　The cause of this incident originated from Keep's eye on Assie, a maid serving the Baron Cisne family.
　That being the case, the most dangerous of all is Baron Cisne's... and certainly Muet, the present head of the family.
　Three faces, Muet, Basrero and Assie, pass through Ray's mind.
　However, Marka shakes her head saying that she has no problem with Ray's words.

"I hear that the Baron Cisne family is officially affiliated with the Neutralists in this case. If that happens, we can't interfere with the royalists. for if he were to touch the neutral in this guillem ruled by Dusker, there would be no excuse for that. except for your master."

　Once again, Marka's gaze turns to Ray.
　His eyes reflect his concern for Ray.

"If your master was under Dusker, and he was acting as a neutral, there would have been no problem. But, you know, Mr. Dusker, and you have received many requests from him, but you are an adventurer, not a neutral one?"

　Words from Marka's mouth simply represented Ray's position.
　He has the ability to distinguish himself from ordinary adventurers, and while he is subservient to the rank A monster Gryphon, he still has a lot of likes and dislikes, especially against the majority of aristocrats.
　Under normal circumstances, such a person is regarded as a dangerous person, and if he or she is not good at it, he or she may be falsely accused or caught under any pretext.
　However, Dusker has tolerated Ray, even though his ability is too bad. On the contrary, I've even received a lot of attention.
　It's not funny to have feelings of favor and obligation to Dusker.
　However, Ray has never considered being a member of a neutral faction, saying that he would not be able to move freely or be forced to act against his will in the form of orders.

"Is that the reason?"
"Well, what if you really make Ray angry? Some people don't understand it, others don't think they can be directed at themselves as aristocrats, and some even think that everything they hear in the first place is a fictional story that Ray plays to make them look bigger."
"Did anyone actually see my fight?" "In the first place, last spring's war was led by the king's faction. I was shot in the back by Theoreum's plan, and I still had to survive.""A flash of light? I'm sure that's true, but there are still people who can't believe or want to believe their own opinions." It's likely that such people will interfere with your master. But if he were in Gracial, the home of his mistress, he could not carelessly touch it."
"That's true, but if they're going to set me up, I can pick him up?"
"If I cause you trouble in my own circumstances, that's why I'm not in a royal position."
"No, it's quite troublesome to come to your home town in the first place."

　Marka breathes at Ray's words.
　Ray's confidence is more than just verbal. They are proud to have that much fighting power, and it is true that they have achieved so much. That's why...

"Mr. Dusker wants to avoid that Ray will go on a rampage in guillem. However, this is not compulsory. If you really don't like onushi, I don't think it's unreasonable. But... well, if you're going to teach me, I'm willing to pay you flame ore. Of course, we can ask for nomination through the guild."

　A word from Marka's mouth stops Ray's movement.
　It is the name of a magical ore Ray had previously found with Fluorocarbons and Brassos.
　No, to be exact, Ray's magic of flame turned it into flame ore.
　It was very rare material for smiths and alchemists, but so was Ray.
　If you mix fire ore into the fire whirlwind, which is also Ray's inner hand, the power of the fire will explode rather than mix something like a piece of iron.

(And it's true that it's winter and there's nothing particular to do.)

　With the word flame ore, Ray is already leaning toward half-dealing with Marka's request.
　I also thought that if the nomination request was made, it would be a good achievement to move up to a higher rank.

"Flame ore?" How much can I get in particularly.
"I think you're interested in it." -- well, how about a barrel as big as a mistress?"

　That's what Marka tells me. She's a little over 1m tall.
　A barrel of that size is of considerable value.
　It's worth as much as a white... or a light.
　But Ray shakes his head for a moment.

"Two. How about that?"
"Well... very greedy,"
"I was originally involved in the King's problems, so could you accommodate me a little?"
"You're going to hit me where I don't like. ... Corean, what do you think?"

　Marka turns to Coan standing behind her and asks.

"Well, there's no doubt that it's going to cost you that much if you hire a powerful person like Ray. I beat the constant noise of Rank S."

　Rey tries to stifle a look of amazement at the words that come out of Coan's mouth, but fails.
　If you've lost to noise, it's obvious that you're only talking about a competition.
　But if you win, it's not a word that comes out if you don't know Ray fought against noise in the civil war.

"... very quick of hearing,"

　At Ray's words, Marka opens her mouth with a big smile.

"It's not Date that is the largest faction in the kingdom of course.
"But I don't think the keeper knew me at all?"
"Information is meaningless just because it's there. You must use it properly. I don't like houses like the Earl of Eriel in particular, so I can't help but be deaf."

　That alone gives Ray a vague sense of the situation.

(Perhaps this discipline was planned for some day. It was just me by chance who pulled the trigger.)

　That's why we've already decided what to do, and I think we've come all the way to Gilm in the winter and snow for a few weeks since the duel took place.
　What Ray could do with that is...

"I'll tell you, I didn't beat the noise. I was only given a victory, but in effect I was overlooked by noise."

　The only thing I could do was tell the truth about the battle.
　People who knew the situation told me that Ray had won because the noise had escaped, but he still had a stronger sense that he had been missed.
　If there's another time to fight, I'll really win this time.
　Marka and Coan both look small and surprised at Ray's words with such intentions.

"Well, that depends on your way of thinking. And what do you think of my mistress's request?"

　The mention of noise from Marka also reminds me of the Rank S adventurer in the Kingdom of Milliana.

"Well, let me meet two barrels of flame ore and a Rank S adventurer in the Kingdom of Milliana. So I'll take on the position of instructor. However, all I can do is fight. I don't teach them how to study, but I ask them to practice like a mock game."
"... well, it's unexpectedly greedy." Well, that's all right. As far as the Rank S adventurer, Lord Sardart, is concerned, I can't say for sure. How about on the condition that it is possible?"
"Okay. What's the deadline for teaching? I have a little schedule in spring."
"You'll be all right, isn't it? It should be over in the winter."

　This leaves Ray with the task of teaching, which doesn't suit him at all.

"By the way, Ray," The magic of your lord..."
"Oh, here it is,"

　He would then show the ring to a question raised by Marka, explaining its effectiveness.