"... Huh? Ray? Where are you going at this hour?"

　At night, Samaroon notices Ray trying to get out of the dorm, reading a book in the dining room and asks.
　Only in the military academy at the headquarters of the Duke of Quento, Gracial, many magic items of light are used.
　In this restaurant, besides Samaroon, several others were sitting with magic items for lights and heating, talking over tea.
　It would be easy to understand if you said it was a kind of lounge-like treatment.

"A little outside... to cool down?"
"Mr. Ray, stay cool... in this weather?"

　At Ray's words, Samaroon looks out the window dumbfounded.
　There was no snow, but a strong wind, shaking the trees near the dormitory.

(Oh dear... but I mean Samaroon has been told to support me, and should I get on with it?)

　Few people know that Ray was targeted in class today.
　Ray, who was the target, and Grink, who was near him. And Erinde, the president of the school. ...and, if not human, set.
　There was only one with these three.
　The fact that Samaroon has not been informed may have ruled that Erinde does not need to inform him, but it is not uncommon for him to act together when it comes to being the caretaker of Ray.
　Grink supports Ray in class, but Samaroon takes care of him in his daily life.
　Thinking about it, he beckons Samaroon to come out of the dining room, deciding that he might want to talk to him.
　Despite some doubt about Ray's appearance, Samaroon closed his book and came to Ray's side.
　It's probably out of the judgment that it's better not to be seen. Don't let the others in the dining room notice.
　...however, this is only a military academy dormitory, and there are many talented people here. That's why some of them noticed something, but some of them pretended not to notice that something was wrong.

"And, Mr. Ray," On a night like this... and what are you going to do outside in the wind? I'll go out with you if I'm going to see you."
"No, it's a bit of a boorish business," Well, if you're curious, will you come with me? I might be in danger."
"Dangerous eyes?"

　A tilted Samaroon turns to Ray for an explanation.
　Distraught about how to answer the question, Ray says something Samaroon might be interested in.
　Still, you can't say that you've been targeted so easily unless you know where you're hearing.
　Meanwhile, Ray said to Samaroon...

"It's kind of magic... no, I'm going to practice my skills."
"Magic!? No, skill? Which one?"
"What do you think?" To be exact, it's a skill that uses magic."
"No, don't you usually use magic skills?"
"That's not the case," Well, you know what do you know. I've said it now, but if you're curious, you can follow me. It's not hard to see what kind of skills I'm trying to use."

　if Ray says so As Samaroon, who believes in Ray's ability as a wizard, he has to go.

"All right. I'll get it ready right away, so please wait a moment."

　With the book in hand, Samaroon goes up the stairs.
　It was easy for Ray to imagine that he was going to head to his room and get ready to go out.
　It's a midwinter night in the first place, and there's even more strong winds blowing.
　It's so cold that I can't go out in my comfort zone in the dining room.

"At times like this, you realize the value of dragon robes."

　Dragon robes, which can be described as simple air conditioners, were among the many magic items Ray has gained since coming to Elgin.
　If it had not been for this, Ray would have sweated in hot weather and trembled in cold weather.
　...however, that's the way it should it be?
　Anyway, wait a few minutes near the dining room. Samaroon, clad in layers of robes, comes down the stairs with a cane in his hand.

(No, the cane... oh, do you need it? Samaroon had better have a way to defend himself if he really fights with the attackers. I mean, if you don't do that, it could be just a drag. he is a pure wizard in Samaroon's case, unless he is as good at moving as a warrior.)

　As I looked at Samaroon and thought quickly, Samaroon had reached under Ray.

"Well, shall we go?" ...Mr. Ray's magical skills. I'm really looking forward to what it's like. Where is it?"

　Despite a little bit of pressure from the ghastly bites, Ray remembers the place behind the dorm where he trains every morning... and immediately shakes his head.

(You need to stand out even if I'm here. You can't do such a thing near the dormitory, can you?

　If you use your skills behind the scenes of the dorm, you will undoubtedly be able to attract the attention of those in the dorm.
　Then there was no doubt that the goal of attracting the person you were after would not be achieved.

(Or will you attack me under the cover of it when you see me in the spotlight? ... No, I don't.) The possibility should be very small if anyhow.)

　dismiss what one thinks in one's head

"Is there a place where there aren't many people? It's just a skill practice. I don't want to get involved."
"Where there's no one? It's a winter night, and I don't think many people are out at this time. I think they're the kind of people who go on patrols."
"...I don't want to be seen by such a fellow,"

　Although he knew he was half wild, Samaroon nods to Ray after some thought.

"Yes, a place where people don't seem to come very often. I'll just walk a little, but... don't you mind?"
"It's not too far," I don't like cold weather either."

　Samaroon turns a rare glance at what Ray says.

"It's cold... it doesn't look cold at all."
"Well, that's true, isn't it? I'll ask you to show me around earlier than that."

　Samaroon looks a little dissatisfied with being swept away, but when he finally sees Ray's magical powers, the dissatisfaction disappears.

(I wanted to see magic if possible)

　I know they train outside the dorm every morning and I've been to see them several times.
　However, the training only involves physical training.
　Samaroon has never seen Ray's magic with his own eyes.
　That's why it's natural to be very interested in Ray's magic skills and especially the word "magic power is emphasized.
　Having such expectations, I was able to guide Ray to his destination without worrying about the cold weather, even though the cold wind blew hard on winter nights.a vacant area just a short walk from the dormitory
　Such a place, of course, has not been snowplowed.
　When Samaroon arrives at a place where his feet sink by as much as 10 cm, he turns to Ray.

"What do you think? Not many people come here. though, as you can see, the difficulty is that the snow is still piled up."

　At Samaroon's words, Ray looks around silently.
　Maybe it didn't work? Samaroon was caught up in such anxiety for a moment, but fortunately, Ray's next remark was unexpectedly positive.

"No, I'd rather do this. and the snow will soon disappear."
"What? What is it now?"

　At the end, Samaroon asks again if he couldn't hear it because it was a small voice, but Ray shakes his head.

"It's nothing. Well, if you look at it, you'll find out. I think it'll be all right, but stay away."
"Well... I understand." Ray's magic... No, I can see his skills with my own eyes, so I'll study them well."

　Samaroon is approaching me for some reason even though I asked him to leave.
　With a wry smile, I judge that I won't listen to you any more.

"Well, you can do as you please. -- now,"

　So when he pauses, Ray's gaze turns to the ring of the new moon, which has the effect of concealing his magical powers.
　There's no particular need to take off the ring of the new moon in order to do what's going on.
　But the goal this time is not to use your skills, but to lure people who might be observing you.
　...or to wither and upset others by showing a difference in power, and to sense and capture where they are looking.
　If that's the case, we'll decide that it's better to take off the ring of the new moon, and we'll gently pull the ring out of our fingers.
　In an instant, Ray's body releases enormous magical powers, but Samaroon, who doesn't have the ability to sense magic, watches with excitement at what will begin.
　Several instructors on the academy grounds, including the dean, were stunned by Ray's magical powers, but Ray concentrates on his magical powers without showing any sign of concern.
　In addition, there are several other students and instructors who have the ability to sense magic, but it must have been lucky that Ray's damage did not spread so much because his range of vision was too narrow.
　There were some Graciales who suffered the same damage as the principal.
　At any rate, Ray concentrates on his magical powers... the next moment his skill... invokes the Emperor's red armor, which can be called Ray's secret.
　a magical power that is inherently invisible to the eye The magic began to float around Ray's body, compressed to a visible degree.
　It's like Ray is in the magic itself, or you can describe him as wearing magical clothes.

"Red . . Red . . . . . . . . . . . . Magic."

　Samaroon could only mumble that.
　I'm leaning against the ground, but I don't see any sign of the coldness of the snow.
　All I could do was turn my eyes to Ray.
　Still, Ray's lack of consciousness toward Samaroon is probably the reason why he's just getting away with it's because he's not paying attention to Samaroon.
　If we had turned our attention to Samaroon, it would be difficult to even keep our minds on the same level as the skirmishes had fallen into during the civil war in the Vestian Empire.
　Well... there was someone there who uttered something that was overwhelmingly lacking.

(Magic power? ... Yes, this is magical power! I'm sure.) I didn't have the ability to feel magic, but I can still see that it is magic that Ray is wearing!)

　Ray's unconsciousness was not directed, and that's why Samaroon managed to regain himself.
　Then Ray's current situation will be the next thing he can focus on.
　It was a time for Samaroon to describe it as blissful that he could see and feel magic directly, even though he had no ability to sense it.

(If Ray's magic is red, does anyone's magic have color? What Ray is good at is the magic of fire. If that's the case, by visualizing the magical powers, the colors are determined by the magical powers of each of the attributes they are good at? No, Ray alone is overwhelmingly not enough. If anyone else has similar abilities...)

　Several hypotheses quickly emerge and disappear in Samaroon's mind, and disappear and emerge.

(A certain number of people have been identified who can see magic. Most of them have magical eyes. if, by any chance, this phenomenon could be freely caused by anyone to give them a magical eye, if...!)

　If Ray's present skill of wearing his magic... ...was in the fight against noise when he wore the Red Armour of the Flame Emperor, and if noise had found out that he could use the same skill line of armor as the Hegemony's, Samaroon might have headed for the Empire of Bestia.
　Samaroon remembered that much excitement.
　Ray turned his attention to Samaroon for a moment, but half expected this scene, so he explores the surroundings without any particular surprise.
　He explored the surroundings using the five senses and the sixth senses strengthened by the flaming Emperor's red armor, but only understood that there was no one hostile to him.

(My eyes... well, I know)

　If it meant pure gaze, not hostility, there was a Samaroon who looked so close to him as to make a hole.