Inside the principal's office, Ray once again looks at the Elf man in front of him and opens his mouth.

"I've got a lot of trouble, but should I say thank you for helping me, or should I be angry that I've done something unnecessary to interrupt the fight?"
"Hahaha, you're doing well, aren't you?" ...well, that's more so. Shall we introduce ourselves rather than talk like that now? I think we both understand each other, but we haven't introduced ourselves properly yet, have we?"

　Sardart, mistaking Ray for a woman and smiling as if he's already forgotten what he's been trying to persuade her to do.
　Ray opens his mouth to the light reaction, mindful of the difference in interaction with noise.

"Well, I know you have helped me... but I'm grateful." If we had fought in that place on a large scale, it would be possible that the neighborhood would have disappeared if we failed. ...it's Ray. A Rank B adventurer with Gilm. I'm getting the nickname crimson."

　Sardart smiles at Ray's words and opens his mouth, raking his hair up.

"I am Sardart," I'm a Rank S adventurer even if I look like this. He is nicknamed Tenkyu. Thank you very much.

　Seeing and speaking for yourself probably understands that your personality is light on the side.

"But I'm glad I was able to help you there. ...or, to be exact, the people around you. If you had started fighting there in earnest, the people around you would certainly have been harmed. If I had done something wrong, I might have even died.
"...that's how strong the opponent was?"

　Ray asks confirmingly, but Sardart opens his mouth with a small smile on his face.

"You don't have to ask me, but don't you know best? It's crazy to have three stigma in the first place. I'd like to refrain if I could."
"Why? Can't you beat Stigma against the Sardart of the bow?"

　When Ray and Sardart talk, Erinde asks, carrying the already cold tea into his mouth.

"No way. If you want to fight, you can fight. It's just troublesome. A stigma is a stigma, but I still feel motivated if I'm dealing with a woman."

　with a brush
　When I was able to fight with the three men I mentioned earlier, Ray felt a strong sense of pride in his power by saying it naturally without hesitation.

(He's just a lightweight man...) He's a Rank S adventurer, and that's a matter of course.)

　Ray still didn't stiffen himself, knowing once again that he was a Rank S adventurer.
　This is probably because I've had experience in the face of a person called noise.
　the noise of a person of ability that makes you nervous just by facing each other
　Ray had come to grips with all that noise.
　It's a firm confidence in Ray, and that's why facing Sardart doesn't make him too nervous to move.

(Oh, as expected...)

　Sardart is also inwardly impressed by Ray's appearance.
　I know and realize that I have a light personality. But I've never tried to fix it because I like my personality. So many times I've been told that I'm lacking in dignity as a Rank S adventurer.
　I understood that a person with more power than a certain level of power would react to me in some way.
　But the girl in front of Sardart...not the girl who understands it, but the boy is natural.
　That's enough to react immediately if it comes to fighting Sardart here.

"Well, is that Stigma the trio of the time?"

　Ray asks, evaluating each other but not revealing it.
　The word stigma, which just came out of Sardart's mouth, was never forgotten.
　There were two others who were as powerful as the man in his twenties who had come close to them and had a blow on them, and would have more power if they were not so good at it.
　As long as it's their information, it's hard to ignore.
　Sardart nods back unconcernedly to Ray, who asks for a strong answer.

"That's right. Their squad name... is a bit different, but the name that shows its existence is Stigma." "The supreme military power of Shokoism."""
"Sacred light!"

　Ray is surprised at the unexpected words that come out of Sardart's mouth.
　When the word divine punishment was heard leaking from one of the stigma, it would be a lie to me if the thought of it had crossed my mind.
　As long as it was Ray who was so hostile to himself, prevented his attempts, and made him questionable about the religion itself, it was no wonder that he was targeted by the hands of the religion.

"...wait,"

　muttering, Ray's gaze turned to Erinde, who was looking at him with interest.
　Erinde must have understood immediately what the meaning of his gaze was. nod back and open one's mouth

"Well, it makes sense to think that the matter of heavenly tears is probably someone else's. Egzil's case was not necessarily fatal, but it was a great deal of damage to the people of the Holy Knight. If that is the case, it is natural that there is a growing hatred of Ray."
"Did you know?"

　It wasn't about heaven's tears, it happened in Egzil.
　This is because Erinde did not think that the events in the labyrinthine city of Egzil had come to his ears.
　But he immediately shakes his head slightly.
　The revelation that the religion was dangerous was naturally greeted with great surprise among the Milliana kingdoms.
　Especially to those who are active in their own territories, it is safe to say that it is a blue sky.
　That being the case, it is only natural to investigate what exactly happened in Egzil, and it is inevitable that Ray's name will appear if you investigate it.

"Was the Sacrament originally active in Graciah?"
"It's not so active, but there's a decent number of people ... "

　Ray frowns slightly at Erinde's words.
　That is to say, it was not because of the influence of his coming to the place where he was, but because he was there that caused the disturbance.

"Is it because of me?"
"Well, I don't think you have to worry so much about it. I'd like to thank you for causing trouble while I was in Gracial."
"...why? Do you go out of your way to stir up trouble and be happy about it?"

　Even with a smile on her face, Ray gives an incomprehensible stare.
　It was not Erinde... but Sardart who answered Ray's question.

"It won't be interesting to have a disturbance," But think about what the royalists are doing right now. Some people may think that the act of discharging pus is related to the doctrine of the Holy Light, though there is no clear evidence. Don't you think it's just right to get rid of those people?"
"Is there a guy who likes to be involved with the Church of Sacrament?"

　Ray's muttering is not so strange.
　It's true that the Egidil affair has made it harder to see the religion, but it hasn't been explicitly proclaimed that it should be banned.
　On the surface, the case of Egzil is supposed to be a runaway of some people.
　However, given that it caused a disturbance once and that it had not been a year since the disturbance occurred, it is unlikely that there are any nobles who are now close to the doctrine of the Holy Light.At Ray's appearance, Sardart shins his teeth and smiles as he rakes his hair up.

"Religion is not so easy to leave. It's only natural that the religion has something behind it, especially if it's as sacred as it is. And there are many aristocrats who have benefited in some way from the Holy Light. The rest is..."

　Ray can only nod to Sardart's words, "You know what I mean?"

"And yet, stigma?" It's a very exaggerated name, but is it strong?"
"Well, at least you can see that I'm good enough to compete with you. To give you an easy-to-understand example, a person of influence around Rank A...."
"…I see. That's about it, after all."

　Having received a blow, I understood most of his ability.
　They're probably weaker than Elk, but they're not the kind of people you can underestimate.
　That was Ray's impression.

"There are three people like that... I don't think trouble is anything."
"That's why... I don't think I'm going to stand guard, though I used to stand guarding you."

　Sardart's words turn Ray's gaze toward Erinde.
　But Erinde nods and opens her mouth without any sign of being offended.

"Of course you are, aren't you? You are an instructor, but more precisely a visitor. That being the case, we have to take no action to know that we are being targeted. Of course this is not my sole discretion, but the direction of the Duke of Quent."
"Well, what do you want me to do with peace of mind?"... "In the first place, I intervened conveniently when they targeted me." I'd have expected that much. and yet, with the adventurer of Rank S as my bodyguard, it's a very lavish hospitality."
"As I said, you are a guest of the Duke of Quent. I think it's only natural."
"Yeah. I was happy to watch the life of a pretty beautiful girl, too." I can't believe that Ray was a man... Honestly, it turned out to be too unexpected."

　Sardart told Erinde to go along with his words, but he never seemed to think they were as boring as his words.
　Well, he seemed to like to say that something unexpected happened to him was fun and welcome.
　Recognizing Sardart's behavior, Ray deliberately ignores it and speaks to Erinde.

"I didn't expect to see the Holy Light," Oh, to get information about the fellow who is after me, I asked Grink for an assassin and handed him over to the guard. What would that do?"
"An assassin?"
"Oh, that's what you said,"

　Erinde, who doesn't understand the flow of the story, and the two of them understand the general story because they were watching Ray.
　To them, Ray decides that he should explain it out of his own mouth, and tells them how he helped a sophomore named Eland get attacked by an assassin.
　...though of course I didn't say that the trigger was that the soup had been thrown to the ground.

"Well, has he come back?" I've heard that I'm going to be late coming back because of my family's troubles."

　Apparently, he understood most of Eland's affairs.

(I heard that S-class brought together excellent students from that school year, and they have a promising future, so it's not strange to remember their faces and names.)

　A series of problems arise at a time, and Erinde has a hard time figuring out how to solve them.

"Well, good luck," I was only asked to protect him, so you may think that he is more than perfect."

　Erinde breathes a small sigh at Sardart's smile.
　I'd like to complain that the mere presence of a Rank S adventurer on Ray's bodyguard has benefited greatly.
　If Ray were injured in the Duke of Quent... let alone killed. It's not enough to bring down the face of the Duke of Quent.

"I don't really want to be followed around..."

　If possible, I'd like you to refrain from being escorted. Sardart opens his mouth with a smile at Ray's words.

"Well, then, I suppose I shall be escorted a little further away from you than I have been.
"No, I don't want you to go away and guard me... No, that's all right. I don't think there's any point in saying any more."

　He must have understood in this short time that he has a fairly self-paced personality.
　No matter what you say, you'll end up doing what they say.
　Ray suddenly felt that someone was approaching the principal's office.
　For a moment, Ray wondered if it was a group of stigma, but he soon realized that he had remembered it.

"Ray, I heard you were attacked, but you're safe!"

　It was Marka Quent himself who rushed into the principal's office, saying so.