Ray nods back to the man who suddenly gets out of the carriage, putting his death size in a mistling.
　It was easy to imagine that he was probably a nobleman because he was dressed in gorgeous clothes.
　That doesn't change Ray's attitude.
　In the first place, the aristocrats I usually meet are powerful duskers, so I don't have to be afraid to see them in front of me.
　Also, the recent conflict with the keep may have had an effect.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　Still, it was an inevitable fact that nobleman in Ray had a very good impression of being a nobleman aristocrat.

"Oh, I'm on my way to Gracial, Duke of Quent,"
"...I see. I'm sorry all of a sudden. Actually, I'm on my way to Gracial now. It's unfortunate for us to travel outside at this time of year."

　Ray is a little surprised to see a man smiling and telling him.
　I thought there was going to be another trouble, but as long as we talked like this, we seemed to be friendly.

(This is unexpected.) No, of course I don't think all the aristocrats are like keepers. or if all the nobles were like keepers, the kingdom of Mileana would be over.)

　A country in which all aristocrats keep their heads passes, and they shake their heads in a hurry.
　The man opens his mouth with a mystified expression on his face.

"Huh? What's the matter?"
"No, it's nothing. But if you are heading to Gracial, you mean that this road leads to Gracial, don't you think?"
"Well, it will take some time, though." This road leads without doubt to Gracial."

　The man's words give Ray a sigh of relief.
　I thought I was probably right, but it's still Ray's first road. There must be some anxiety.

"What's the matter? I don't think I'm lost."
"Oh, no. Of course, I know the way to some extent."

　I have a map exactly, but given the scarcity, I can't talk to people so easily, and I mislead them.

"But, as you can see, I'm flying in the air on a Gryphon." It's quite different from moving on the ground."

　The words may have made the man aware of Seto lying a short distance from Ray. A look of satisfaction... but the next moment he opens his mouth with a quizzical expression.

"Well, to my eyes, it looks like I'm lying on the snow..."
"Well, it seems to me,"
"...is that all right?"

　Ray bows his head and opens his mouth to the man who asks him to confirm.

"What?"
"No, lie down on the snow. Will the Gryphon catch a cold?"
"...you can't say you're a Rank A monster if you're catching a cold just because of snow."
"Well, that's what it is,"

　Ray feels something is going wrong with a man who looks satisfied with Ray's explanation.
　At any rate, if this road leads to the Duke of Quent, I had no more business to do here.

"I'm glad you told me that this road was the right one. If you're on your way to Gracial, you might see him over there."
"Well, what do you think of course. I'm afraid I'm not so free to move over there. Well, that's right. But if you're lucky enough, you might meet him."

　It's not hard to guess that the word alone is reasonable.
　But that doesn't mean Ray will go any deeper.
　The man in front of us will fall into the good class of aristocrats. That's how it feels, at least in Ray's eyes.
　But that's all I can say.
　If you were attacked here by a monster or something, you'd be happy to help.
　But when asked if he wants to keep working with them to protect himself, Ray says no.
　In the first place, Ray was commissioned by Marka.
　It makes no sense to leave the request alone and move with him to Gracial.
　The longer Ray worked with him, the longer it took him to move, the more Marka put him ahead. ...even though it's snowing.
　With that in mind, Ray didn't want to be actively involved in the aristocracy at hand.

(And...)

　turn one's eyes around a carriage
　The guys there were the first men to talk to Ray.
　You can see that he's taking it easy and concentrating on himself.
　If Ray were to do something strange, he would be trying to protect this nobleman, even if he were to stretch himself.
　There are people who know how strong Ray is, but want to protect him to that much.
　If there was such a loyal bodyguard, Ray wouldn't have a chance.

"Well, a carriage would be better, and I'll be going soon, but I'll see you again if I have any chance."
"Well, yes," ... a connection, or, to be honest with you, I think there's nothing more unreasonable than this."

　Judging that if he continues to listen, he will inevitably get involved in the man's problem, Ray gently raises his hand to the man and approaches Seto, who is lying on the snowfield.

"Grull?"

　Ray nods to Seto, who turns to him and turns his back to Ray.
　Riding over Seto's back, Ray turns to the man and opens his mouth.

"Well, I hope you get to Gracial safely."
"Well, you're in this snow, too. I think it's dangerous to fly, but do your best."

　After a few steps of running, Seto runs up into the sky, flapping his wings.
　The Gryphon, flying through the snow, gives those watching it from above the ground some fantastic feeling.
　But it's only natural. In Gilm, it's become common practice to have Seto, but he's originally a Rank A monster, and even a high-ranked adventurer can see him once in a lifetime.
　In terms of absolute safety, those who met Sett this time could only be called lucky.

"Set to the crimson ray?" I wish I could see you again at Gracial."

　The man who saw Seto and Ray off muttered.

"Baby, let's get going. Up until now, crimson has been around, so I'm relieved, but I don't know when my pursuers will come. If possible, I'd like to gain some distance now."
"... I see. Shall we go? Be careful. My uncle is a good hand at it.""Yes, don't worry. He will deliver us to Gracial even if we change our lives."
"Stupid! You can't throw away your life so easily. If you die without my permission, that's what you intend."

　The man's words bring smiles to the people around him.
　The smile is warm and determined to protect this person.

"Well, well, here we go. Fortunately, the horse has managed to walk away from the tension and fear he has had against Seto."

　Shamefully, he goes into the carriage.
　No, it's not like a cover, it's actually a cover.
　The fact is that the man's cheeks in the carriage had turned pale red.
　A man muttered as he saw the owner off into the carriage and was getting ready to leave.

"Well, wouldn't it have been better to bring in crimson somehow?"
"I wish I could have done so, but... in that way, I think I was in a hurry to Graciale." You couldn't afford to help us, could you?"
"...but what happened in Gracial when a crimson-sized adventurer was in a hurry? If so, can I continue to go to Gracial? Maybe they're in a hurry?"
"I've told you so many times about it. Gracial is now a highly secure place. I don't think they'll be able to find us any time soon. ...until spring. Anyway, if you take the time to protect your son until spring, we will win. I'll hold on somehow."
"Well, there was a civil war in the Empire of Westia until just a few months ago, and perhaps not in the Kingdom of Milliana next."
"It's not going to be a civil war, is it?" I think the dispute between aristocrats will end at the very best. "If things go well, the house trouble may be settled, but that's not what I'm going on.
"Well, even if you say you're on the royal side, you've got to be like this after all right. I'm dumbfounded to hear that."
"Hey, you fool. If you hear me..."
"Hey!"

　I hear voices coming from the carriage as if I were listening.
　from the men who are the objects and chiefs of men to protect.
　The timing of the move stops the men.
　It was because I wondered if I could hear what he was saying.
　Fortunately, however, their voices are not harsh.

"What's wrong with you? Are you leaving now? You said you'd get as far away from this snow as possible?"
"Oh, yes. I'll be right there!"

　Relieved that they didn't hear their story, the men get ready to start.





　In the days since leaving Gillum, fortunately the weather hasn't gotten so rough, and because it's winter, Ray's on his way to Gracial on his Seto.
　...or should I say I was on my way?
　Now Ray could see a city larger than Gillum... more precisely.

"That's Gracial. right?"
"Glu?"

　Ray mutters, looking at the clear sky, unlike the weather in the past few days.
　Perhaps it's because Ray sometimes shows a terrible sense of direction that he can't claim to be Gracial, even though he's sure of it.
　Still, I have no doubt that I have heard of the first carriage, the village I stopped by on the way, and the town for a few days after I left Gillum.
　...there was some trouble along the way, but for the time being it was good Ray, as no one was seriously damaged.

"But... it's pretty amazing,"

　Beyond Ray's muttering gaze is the wall surrounding the supposedly Gracial city.
　The view in front of Ray, if not as tall as the remote guillem, is easy to imagine how thick the wall is.

"There's no such thing as a vicious monster on the frontier, but there's a wall like this... maybe people are supposed to be the ones you're thinking of."

　Do you envisage a bandit, or an opposing aristocrat... or do you think of the time when the kingdom of Milliana was attacked?
　Ray didn't know what the reason was, but he could only understand that the city of Gracial was very defensive.

"...if this wasn't Gracial, that would be interesting." Anyway, shall we go? set."
"Slurrurling.

　At Ray's call, Seto purges and descends towards what appears to be Gracial.
　What surprised me when I saw it was those who were about to go through the process of getting into Gracial.
　Because of the winter season, few people are going through the procedures to enter the Graciale.
　But it's not that there's no one left, and it's natural that people come and go even in winter in a city with such a large number of course.
　Unlike Gilm in the frontier, it's hard to get a vicious monster.
　As they line up shivering with cold to finish the process, monsters suddenly came down from the sky, and there is no way there would be any fuss.

"Oh, my God,"Ah! It's a monster! It's a monster attack!"
"Guard, no, contact the knight!"
"Escape, let me escape!"
"Come on, come on, come on!"

　The people in line began to get confused and almost panicked.

"Be quiet!"

　A loud voice echoes around me.
　It seeps into the mysteriously confused, and eventually calms down.

"That's not a monster. To be exact, I'm a slave. Ray, Gilm's Rank B adventurer nicknamed crimson. Mr. Marka came at his own request."

　The man who told me that was well over 2m tall and could be described as muscular.