Wray and Samaroon, and Sett, marching through the academy grounds.
　It's a winter night, and although it's not snowing, a cold wind blows.
　The moon in the sky is hidden in clouds, and the moonlight is not so bright.
　While the party would have gone through such a normal course of time, Samaroon was the only one shivering with the cold winter.
　Ray has a dragon lobe, and Seto has a glyphon and doesn't care about this cold at all the time.
　However, Samaroon, who was also an ordinary person, could not help shivering at this cold.

"Well, it feels even colder because it was warm because of Ray's skill."
"You seem to be wearing a lot, but are you still cold?"

　As Samaroon mutters coldly, Ray asks.
　In Ray's eyes, there's no doubt that he's wearing some underneath the robe, considering how swollen it is. 　
　Ray wondered if it was cold in that situation, but he was originally a skinny Samaroon, so he was vulnerable to cold.

"From my point of view, Ray is not cold at all in such a single robe."
"This is also a magic item."
"I envy you... I envy you so much."

　Perhaps he felt sorry for Samaroon, who spoke to him as if to mislead him of the cold, Ray gently pats Seto on the back.
　That alone would have made out what Ray wanted from him. Seto purr and moves from next to Ray to near Samaroon.

"What? Is this...? Ray?"
"It's cold until you get to the school building where the dean's office is located, isn't it?" If you touch the set, it should be a little warm. I think Seto has to allow me to ride...."
"Well, is that... okay? Really?"

　Samaroon nervously asks Ray and Seth, but Seth says he doesn't mind screaming.
　Samaroon finally smiles happily when he realizes that his throat is not intimidating.
　For Samaroon, who had a great interest in magic, Seto... more precisely, the Gryphon was very interesting.
　If you become a high-ranking monster, you can easily manipulate magic.
　That's why it's very helpful to study magic, and it's true that high-ranked monsters have long been a concern.
　But there was no chance of coming into contact with Rank A monsters and... even higher Rank S monsters, and in that sense, Gryphon's set was like the Gospel to Samaroon.

"Grull".

　You can touch it, Seth urges Samaroon to touch her.
　Samaroon reluctantly reaches out at Seto's appearance... and then touches his back.
　He opened his eyes to the smooth texture of the hair, and then stroked Seto's back again and again.
　It's been about a minute, and before he thinks that he'll be late to arrive at the principal's office... Ray, who can see the birds flying over him, speaks, feeling sorry for Samaroon.

"Samaroon, leave it there. If you don't head to the dean's office, you'll get even more nagging."

　Ray knows how pleasant the set feels.
　Ray, who has caressed his set so much that he can count, doesn't know that he's tired of the touch.
　It's a great time for Samaroon, who stroked her for the first time, since she has such a strange charm.

"Oh... I've been to the stables to see how Sett was doing, but I've only been looking away." Now that I think about it, why didn't you stroke it and enjoy it? I think I'm a fool myself."
"Do you want to go that far? ... No, it's not funny."

　Two female adventurers of a certain set lover even described the feeling as supreme pleasure.
　Generally speaking, Samaroon's words are only natural.
　Perhaps I don't understand the value of Seto because I always work with Seto. 　
　Ray suddenly had this feeling, but he heard the chirping of a bird overhead and hurriedly came to himself.

"Here we go," If things go on like this, I'll be scolded until morning."

　Ray again calls out to Samaroon, who is concentrating on stroking Seto's hair.
　Ray didn't know much about Erinde, but he could still tell by looking at the birds that he was quite angry about the incident.
　Or, exactly, the communication between the birds and the samaroon.
　For that reason, he decided that he would not want to make any more angry, so he pulled Samaroon, who was intoxicated by the feeling of Seto's hair, to the school building where the principal's office was located.





"... Huh? Ray? Huh? What about Set? I think I was caressing Set..."

　Samaroon finally comes back to life, perhaps because he walked into the school building where the school principal's office was located and walked away.
　In his memory, he would have been stroking Seto outside, but before he knew it... it was only natural to be surprised that time had gone by.
　Normally, no matter how comfortable Seto is to touch, he never gets so carried away.
　In this case, however, Samaroon's strong interest in Seto, the coldness of being outside in the winter at night, the smoothness of Seto's hair texture, the warmth of Seto's body temperature, and so on, made him lose consciousness.
　It may also be influenced by the fact that he saw the Red Armour of the Flame Emperor, which was not magic but made great use of magic itself.
　At any rate, Samaroon continues to look around with a look of surprise.
　But Ray pulls Samaroon away without any questions or answers.

"Here we go," for if we keep Erinde waiting, there will be many bad things."

　Fortunately, when Ray and Samaroon found themselves in the schoolhouse, the little bird left them.
　They probably trust Ray to that extent that they won't run away from him.

"Oh, yes. ... Come to think of it, there was such a thing."
"No, I don't think so... to the great men of this military academy."
"No, I respect the dean. That's a fact for sure. But, as I thought, this... What should I say? I don't want to get in trouble if I can."
"That's the same with me,"

　Ray told me so, but in this case Samaroon could be perfectly frank.
　Ray was trying to use the flaming emperor's red armor to attack, or to lure someone watching him, but Samaroon didn't know that. 　
　Just because Ray was interested in training skills using magic, he came with me...
　However, Samaroon had little remorse since he could see the Red Armour of the Flame Emperor.

"Well, there you go. ... Are you ready?"
"It's not very good, but... you can't say that, can you?"
"Well, I'd like to pretend not to know if I could, but I don't think so. Here we go."

　Knock on the door with the words, and you'll hear an immediate response from beyond.
　Waiting for Ray and Samaroon, who entered the school principal's office, was Erinde, looking fixedly at them with a displeased expression on his face.
　I'm an elf who usually doesn't know whether I'm a man or a woman, but now that I'm doing this, it's hard to make that judgment.

(I thought you were mad... I didn't think you were this mad.)

　Angry-headed Erinde drops the chirping little bird on his desk and opens his mouth to Ray and Samaroon with a cold stare.

"Now, my dear Ray," Of course, I think you understand why I called you here, but... first of all, let me hear this. Why are you doing this?"

　Erinde asks Ray with a verbal glance.Ray opens his mouth, accepting the stare.

"I think you understand most of the time why. But if you insist on telling me... check, induce, intimidate, advise."
"I suppose so. I thought it was probably be so. I don't mean to say that it's bad, but if you're still going to do something, wouldn't it have been better if you had a word with me in advance?"
"I'm sorry about that," It was just a while ago that I thought of it."
"I don't want you to feel free to behave like that just because you think of it." Regardless of that skill, what was the explosive increase in your magical powers? I couldn't help but gushed out the hot wine I was drinking."

　Erinde whining with a sigh.
　When Ray saw Erinde like that, he wondered if he was as angry as he thought, but the one who didn't understand the situation the most was Samaroon.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying. Could you tell me the details?"
"... Mr. Ray, did you take Samaroon out without telling him the whole story?"

　Erinde turns a reproachful glance and Ray opens his mouth, gently looking away.

"I didn't know how much information I could give you. And it's much faster to finish the details here, isn't it?"
"Oh, that's enough. All right. I'll explain it to you. ... you know, Samaroon. Mr. Ray is being targeted by somebody. and the use of poisoned arrows in class is the sort of thing to do."
"What? Um... really?"

　I don't know what Erinde is talking about. That's how Samaroon screams. 　
　Naturally, this Gracial is the home of the Duke of Quent.
　So attacking Ray, whom the Duke of Quent harbors, is a complete disgrace to the Duke of Quent.
　Under normal circumstances, no one would do such a thing.
　In other words, an unusual person is doing it...

"Do you have anything in mind, Ray?"
"...well, I know a lot about it." That's too much trouble to count."
"Ah..."

　Certainly, Samaroon nods involuntarily.
　Given Ray's personality, he thinks he'll have many enemies.
　Most recently, it is no wonder that the royalist nobility to which the Duke of Quent belongs will aim.
　as the Duke of Quento did not intend, and his men were at their own discretion.

"Well, if you were to be targeted by a common man, it would be all right, but the problem was the poison arrow that they had used."
"Now that you mention it, I told you before. But isn't the poisoned arrow often used in assassinations?"

　What Samaroon said was an unmistakable fact.
　It's not unusual to use poison in assassinations since ancient times... or, on the contrary, one of the most common methods of assassination.
　The poison, too, is generally made from plants and animals, but in this case it was a problem.

"Well, I wouldn't have cared so much about this case if it weren't for heaven's tears. As Samaroon would know, this poison of heavenly tears is a very powerful poison. That's enough that a scratch can be fatal. At the same time, it takes a lot of time to make it."
"Heaven's tears!"

　It was probably because Erinde's words were unexpected. Samaroon looks reflexively toward Ray.

"Really?"
"I can't say for my ignorance of poison, but if Erinde of Elf says this, it's a fact without doubt."
"That's the case. Anyway, Lord Ray is targeted by those who can prepare and use tears from heaven. With that in mind, do you see that I don't want you to act rashly? That is to say, my lord Ray's conduct this time was a little... but rather dogmatic."

　Erinde, looking at Ray again with a fixed eye, then preaching to Ray and Samaroon for nearly an hour.
　... though Samaroon was completely entangled in Ray.