"... now," You came back quite quickly, didn't you? I thought it would take a little longer."

　Marka is right in front of Ray's eyes.
　I look around while drinking fruit water from Ray.

"Well, is this the officer's dormitory?" It's my first time coming, but there aren't many people here."

　Ray breathes and opens his mouth at the sound of a somewhat regretful mixture of colors.

"Holidays... That's during the day, too. It's only natural that there aren't many people around. I think other instructors will be thinking about the content of the class at this time.

　Marka opens her mouth dumbfounded when she tells Ray that she doesn't know that much about it.

"Isn't your husband an instructor, too?"
"In my case, it's basically all I have to do is play a mock game. And sometimes I put in a little play to keep me from getting tired of it."
"Well... should I be happy that I'm doing this unexpectedly seriously, or should I get angry that I'm doing it more seriously?" It's a delicate point. ... oh, and Ray. Will you give me another glass of fruit water?"
"Yes, yes,"

　In Marka's words, he takes fruit water from the mistling again and hands it over to him.
　While looking at Marka happily drinking the fruit water she was given, Ray looks away and wonders why he ended up taking over the Marka...
　Ray, Erinde and Sardart, who were talking in the principal's office, were half closed when Marka broke in.
　Ray wanted to talk a little deeper, but if Erinde was told he had a job, he could not ignore it.
　But Ray doesn't think it's true.

(Was it troublesome to deal with Marka? Well, that's possible, but I don't think she would bother to do that.)

　The relationship between the Duke of Quent and the likes of Erinde and Sardart was not bad... but rather quite good in Ray's eyes. 　
　If so, it would not appear to Ray that he would have acted in the way of the Duke of Quent's child, Marka, and perhaps for some reason... that there was a story he did not wish to tell if possible.

(I don't know what it's about, though.) Perhaps it is related to this matter... to the doctrine of the Holy Light?)

　As I think about the fresh fruit that I took out for myself, I find Marka looking at me enviously.
　I'm interested in fruit water as well as the fruit that Ray eats.
　But as long as I get fruit water, I guess I can't say I want fruit, since I've even had a second helping.
　Instead of his usual pompous attitude, Rey gives Marka one of his fruits silently.

"Yes! I'm grateful!"

　With a big smile on his face, Marka reaches for fruit.
　Watching it, Ray somehow understands why Erinde and his colleagues removed Marka from the place.
　No matter how intelligent he is, Marka is still a child.
　He probably didn't want to tell such a child what the assassin would do.

(I think elementary school teachers look good on me, rather than military academies

　I can't stand the sight of Erinde saying, 'Hey, guys, let's sing well' when it suddenly comes to my mind, and I feel like I'm about it.
　I thought it would suit me better than I expected, but I had a feeling that I would get some kind of revenge with a smile on my face.

"Huh? What's the matter, Ray?" You look somewhat amused."
"No, it's nothing. but I thought it was a little troublesome."

　Marka looks apologetic at what Ray says.
　You can't imagine that he was happily eating the fruit he received from Ray until a moment ago.

"To be honest, I feel sorry for Ray. I didn't think anyone would imitate him like that in Gracial, his father's home ground. and though he is cornered by his father, nothing will change if he touches Ray."
"No, my dear lady," We're taking care of it because your daughter called. If he remained in Gillum, what would have been the wildest of the royalists... and, given that, I think it is fortunate that this place was Graciale."

　With Marka standing behind him, Corean, watching Marka and Ray communicate, says so.
　Then Ray nods in agreement with Coan.

"Well, this case would have happened sooner or later. It's not something Marka should be so concerned about."

　Nevertheless, Ray's tone is somewhat reserved, perhaps because he understands that the aristocracy has nothing to do with the attack.

"Well, is that so? As a mistress, I feel responsible for bringing her here."
"Madam, you had better not mind too much. Whoever it may be... even the Duke of Quent could not have imagined it. And if you think this is your fault, why don't you take it back?"
"...I don't think so." You must have been weak‐hearted about being a concubine. Well, let's think about what we can do for Ray. You don't care?"

　Ray is at a loss as to what to answer.
　Frankly speaking, from the perspective of Erinde and Sardart, he seemed reluctant to involve Marka in the matter.
　Nevertheless, given that Marka is coming into his situation in more detail, Ray's honest feeling is that he should be discouraged if possible.
　But Marka looks expectantly at Ray, behind whom Corean nods silently.

(Can Marka's bodyguard pretend to put Marka in danger?)

　Ray thinks that way while watching Coan, but there is no doubt that Marka will not hold back.
　The only way to avoid putting Marka in danger was to accept the matter calmly.
　It's supposed to be guarded by a former Rank A adventurer called Coan, so you don't have to think that Marka will be harmed.
　However, even Coan can't completely defend Marka, given that the enemy has an elite force called the Stigma... ...that's what they've got.
　No, unlike Stigma, who seems to have always been in action, Coan has not fought as hard as Marca's bodyguards these days.
　As a former Rank A adventurer, he could easily defeat the assassins around him.
　However, it was a different story for someone as strong as me.
　a person who has survived a battle between people of similar strength and who has not experienced a battlefield in which he or she is likely to die for a while, although he or she may continue his or her training, he or she has not experienced a battle for a while.
　If the two fight, it will be obvious to everyone who will win.
　Ray is worried about Coan's life.
　For Ray, Corean is a man who feels familiar and easy to get along with.
　Coan, who can measure Ray's ability properly and doesn't act as if he were judging by his appearance, is also valuable to Ray.
　Of course, there are others who don't judge Ray by his appearance, but the number of them is not large at all the same.
　Coan smiled reassuringly at Ray that he was OK.





"d*mn it! Whatever it is, the attack will fail!"

　The man's fists, wagging with such cries, are sucked into the man's cheek in front of him and blown away.
　The blown-off man opens his mouth, holding back where he was hit, as he stops moving against a wall.

"Well, it was going well halfway, but the strange man broke in on the way, and the conversation went in an unexpected direction."
"What? Strange man? I don't know what kind of man he is, but did the attack fail when one man broke in? You said you had no problem at all this morning, didn't you?"The man who continues to make excuses is the one who was pulling strings behind those who aimed at Eland.
　More precisely, he is a knight who serves Erland's uncle.
　...however, there are not many of us who are considered knights of this character.
　However, this kind of personality might have put him in the position of being a knight in charge of behind‐the‐scenes work.
　The man who has just been beaten is a little well known in this glassyard, but I still don't think he'll go against the knight in front of him.
　Before the attack on Erland began, he was confident that he would finish it today, but it ended up failing, and thus fueling the knight's anger.

(d*mn, what's wrong with him!? If it weren't for him, everything would have gone well... all the people who came into contact with him would have been caught by guards or dead, so there's little information... d*mn it! I've seen this!).

　Holding his beaten cheek, the man utters an inward irritation.
　The reason this man was given information that the attack had failed was because someone had the role of watching the outcome of the attack.
　Stay away from the attack site and watch how things turn out, and if they fail like this, don't help your comrades, just watch how things turn out and bring back the information.
　The information came from a man who was entrusted with such a role.

"d*mn it! They're completely useless bastards. What's the use of these guys? d*mn it!"

　A knight kicks a chair nearby, abusing the man in front of him.
　The sound of chairs hitting the wall echoes, but no one appears to come into this room.
　It's natural, isn't it? This house was prepared by the man behind him.
　...yes. It's supposed to be.

"Huh! I guess it was a hit. I'm glad I followed them."

　The knight immediately reacts to the sudden sound of the room and pulls the long sword out of his waist sheath.
　The man, who had been cursed by the knight, quickly pulls the dagger out of his pocket and looks around him.

"Who is it?"

　The cry of the knight was answered by the same voice that I heard only a few seconds ago.

"Where are you looking? Here. Well, can't you see me as I am? What do you think of this?'

　With the voice, three figures suddenly appear in the room.

"d*mn it! You got in!"

　The knight shouts and wields a long sword... no, he tries, but before he knows it, one of the men comes forward instantly, holding his arm, and stopping his movement.
　When he sees it, the knight's man opens his eyes wide in disbelief.
　As long as he was working behind the scenes, he naturally had confidence in his skills.
　Of course, I'm not pretending that I'm the strongest, but I still don't think I'm capable of falling behind those people.
　But now I was stopped at the moment I tried to wield my weapon.
　I can understand what happened.
　He must have seen the strength in his long‐sworded hand, or felt the signs of action. at a rate beyond one's sight
　turn one's eyes to a man in his twenties holding his arm
　The moment he saw it, he knew instinctively that he would never beat this man.

"You... who are you? Are you a hand of Erland?"
"Huh? Eland?"

　The moment the man holding his hand answers to the knight's words, the man who was here but completely forgotten speaks.

"An old man and two men ... these guys! They were attacking the man who was guarding the target.
"...these three?"

　With his arms held back, the knight turned his gaze to the three.
　Everyone is overwhelmingly stronger than himself.
　I could understand just by looking at it that I was a matchless opponent.
　In the first place, no matter how hard you try, your arms, which are held back by a man, won't move.
　Looking at it alone, it was clear that he had incredible physical abilities.

"Now that I have found out the true identity of the foxes and others..."Let's fold our hands here."

　The old man's remark left the knight with no choice but to shake his head.