On the night of his encounter with the stigma, Ray was on the stable side.
　There is no cloud in the night sky, and the beautiful moon shows its graceful appearance, bringing gentle moonlight to the earth.
　In such moonlight, Ray was playing with Seto in the snow in spite of the night.
　Originally targeted by a stigma, Ray's act is tantamount to suicide, but it's in the grounds of a military academy, and above all, he knows that Sardart is his bodyguard.

"Well, I don't know where Sardart is,"
"Grull?"

　a set with a slight tilt of one's head to ask what's the matter with you.
　The fact that he was left alone all day today -- not exactly, but as a result -- has left Seto feeling as much as he likes to lay.
　They were enjoying playing in the snow with Ray on their backs, lying down on the snow together, following them, and receiving the snowballs thrown by Ray with all their might.
　If it had been daytime, some might have screamed at Seto.
　But it was night and winter night, so few people were out.
　The few exceptions are Ray and Sett, who are probably guarding Ray in this snow.

"Is there anyone else besides us?"
"Guru..."

　Although Seto explores the surrounding situation by mobilizing all his senses, including the ability to feel the five senses and magical powers of Ray's words and even the sixth sense, he is unable to find Sardart's figure and makes an apologetic sound.
　Don't worry, Ray caresses Sett on the head.
　You must have been happy about that. Seto rubs his face back at Ray, showing off his attitude to play and play.

"Oh, yes," I've left it alone today, so let's have a good time. -- well, there's a time limit."

　As long as he has another class tomorrow, Ray can't stay up too late.
　I'm sure Seto understands it. He ran through the snow with Ray, a little disappointed.





"You're too lenient. As I said before, you're not strong enough when you attack. Attacking by running away from home is only a pretense. I don't have any momentum."

　With a mock spear, they hit the opponent's face with a blow of a long sword.
　Four students had already collapsed, and the fifth was treated as dead at this stroke.
　He showed no signs of fatigue or lack of sleep from playing with Seto until the night before, and Ray's mock game was still going on hard today.
　Everyone will be satisfied with how intense it is by looking at the corpses of the three‐year S-class students.

"Well, you're the last one," Let's take a break, so think carefully about what's wrong with this mock game. Those who repeat the same mistakes will be reflected in their grades."

　All 40 students say yes to what Ray says.
　...however, the students who fought Ray in the beginning were barely able to move, and that was the voice of a zombie.
　At a glance at these students, Ray approaches Grink, who was watching closely.
　More precisely, it means leaving the students.
　It's true that I feel nervous even if I'm nearby... but it was more important that I didn't want to be asked exactly what I was going to say.

"Well done, sir. The class was as strict as ever, but beneficial to the students. This person who is watching is also helpful."
"What are you talking about?" I'm only a temporary instructor after all, so compared to someone who teaches properly at this military academy, the efficiency of the class will be reduced."
"No, that's not the case," Certainly, we think about what kind of class we should take in consideration of efficiency. However, it is also true that this alone always leads to similar lessons. In that respect, Mr. Ray is different from the classes we've been in. Just looking at it helps me learn."
"It's a learning experience... I'm just playing mock games. That's the way anyone can do it."

　Even if everyone is evaluated for what they can do, they must be happy to be praised.
　Perhaps because he didn't like to see a shy look on his face, Ray re-clothes his hood.
　Grink looked at such Ray with a smile on the edge of his lips.
　It's definitely a scene that makes students want to say what they're saying and what they're doing when they're being dragged to the limit of their physical strength in a mock war.
　Perhaps he doesn't want Grink to smile at him, but Ray coughs a little and then changes the subject.

"What happened to Erland yesterday? You handed them over to the guards, didn't you?"
"Yes, but it seems that the people who were caught were so-called abandoned pieces... no one had any important information." Elland has told me that it is certainly my uncle's hand, but without evidence it is only a pretext."
"At the end of the day, we have no choice but to cry ourselves to sleep."
"Well, but if things go on like this, the guards will have lost face. If that's the case, you'll be scrambling to get a clue. -- a little hard, I suppose."
"I go out of my way to make a fuss at the Duke of Quent's base. You ought to think that we are doing something about it right away."

　At Ray's words, Grink nods back, slightly distorting his expression.
　There's no way it's interesting that someone is targeting your student.
　Moreover, I saw the scene of the attack firsthand. It was after Ray had overthrown all his attackers.

"And what about me?"

　We already know that yesterday's invasion of the attackers was carried out by the elite army of the Holy Light, called the Stigma.
　And it was well foreseen that the poisoned arrow with heavenly tears would also be the hand of the Holy Light.
　However, as far as tears are concerned, it is only a prediction, not a definite one.
　Perhaps... I could not deny the possibility that he really was a completely different assailant from the Church of the Holy Light.

(I don't mean to say it myself, but I still remember that I had a grudge against others. have to worry about the presence of other attackers)

　When asked with that in mind, Grink shakes his head silently.

"I heard that they asked the captors about the heavenly tears, but nobody seemed to know it."
"It didn't work, after all." I suppose you didn't know the matter at all, because you wouldn't think you could hide it at this stage."
"Yes, that's for sure." Nevertheless, I never thought that there would be a holy light here. Was it a stigma? When such men appear, to be honest with you, I..."

　Although Grink shook his head apologetically, Ray doesn't blame Grink.
　I've heard from Sardart that stigma has the same fighting power as Rank A adventurers in the first place.
　As long as it's what the proud Rank S adventurer of the Kingdom of Milliana says, we can't help but believe it. ...though Ray was a little uneasy, given Sardart's personality.
　At any rate, it was clear that the enemy had at least three Rank A adventurers, and that Grink, now only a military instructor, was tough to deal with.

(Three people... three people is the least we can do you think? Three of you have me, Sardart... and Seto. If things go well, we may be able to borrow a coan from Marka. That way, we should be able to compete well with the other forces. No, it's fair to say that this is superior in terms of military power.)

　Ray would have to shake his head if he was asked if he could stand up to the stigma by himself.
　One at a time would be able to deal with it, but when the three of us are together, it's not easy to deal with it.But it would have been a different story if it had been helped by others, not by myself.

(Marca... No, should I meet the Duke of Quent and talk to him so that he may borrow a Coan from time to time? His bodyguard is Iskeld.)

　Ray's mind passes through the face of the Duke of Quent.
　Not so much as a knight captain, but a face-to-face feel to which Ray understood Iskeld's caliber.
　I'm not in the rank of S and I'll be able to win myself. But he said he would have the power to be a Rank A adventurer.

"The question is, how will they come out?"

　a little murmur
　Ray muttered to himself as if he were talking to himself, but he probably thought it was a word to himself. Grink nods back to Ray.

"Well, but I don't think you can do much as you please if you're in the military academy. Even if it doesn't reach Rank A adventurers, some of them have experience as former Rank B adventurers, and when it comes to the crunch, there is a school principal. Besides, Samaroon is quite powerful as a pure wizard."
"I hear so," Besides, there are many adventurers in the military academy now. If you think about it that way, you won't be attacking me if you don't want to kill yourself. I don't think it's a good idea to involve adventurers."

　Being an adventurer, you have to deal with the attack by someone on the place you're coming to on request.
　I'm not exactly that obligated, but I'm sure I'll feel embarrassed after that if I try to escape under attack.
　Furthermore, this military academy is attended by children of nobles and merchants as well as ordinary people.
　If they had to abandon him, they might not be able to even be in the kingdom of Mileana, let alone Graciale.
　Of course there would be no problem if there were no casualties among the students in the attack.
　However, if those who are only cadet students are asked whether they can survive an assassin who has more experience than themselves, no one can nod with confidence.

"Well, let's meet up with another adventurer. If the other person doesn't know my face in case of emergency, I can't even look at it."
"Well, there's a three-year B-class mock game just this afternoon, where the adventurer takes on you. Why don't you show up there? Of course, I'll be with you."
"Well, I beg you said. -- well, sir.

　When the conversation is over, Ray's eyes turn from the glink to the students.
　There were students talking about what was wrong with the mock battle and how they could get a blow at Ray.

(It may be because you're used to it, but you can recover your strength in a short period of time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　There were a lot of thoughts inside, but it made Ray wonder that the students he was teaching were getting stronger little by little.
　I've also taught Basrero when it comes to pure students.
　However, in the case of bassrero, the foundation of the foundation is strictly the foundation.
　It is true that it was not a full‐scale combat drill.
　...however, in the sense of full-scale training, we are dealing with the members of the former squadron in the civil war of the Vestian Empire.

"Well, it's about time..."

　Glink encourages Ray to nod back.

"Well, that's the end of course.

　Ray then returns to his place, leaving Grink there.

"Did you consider what you liked and what you didn't, right? You didn't say you didn't?"

　The students of the 3rd grade S-class nod back to Ray, who is persistently careful.
　Somehow you understand what's going to happen, but I hope it's wrong.
　I looked at Ray with that thought in mind.

"Well, I've done with my reflection, and I'll start another mock battle." I'll tell you that if you've made the same mistake, you'll have me or Set play a mock game by myself, not by a group."
"What!"

　The students complain at Ray's words.
　Although Seto is not in the gym today, many people think he will come as soon as Ray calls.
　If you really want to do what Ray just said, it's probably because you know you can do it right away.
　When Ray hears it, he opens his mouth with a grin that he can't express.

"Well, I see," I'm glad you've been so pleased. Then I'd like you to come up with a mock fight against me and Seto, not me or Seto. Don't worry, this is a military academy, so there are people who can use recovery magic. And I'll use the potion if anything happens."

　At Ray's words, the students cried out in despair... and they were determined to go to the mock battle.