Trinitas Mundus

Use your time to dinner and sweat with your training as usual.

When Ray, Ashley and Stella each started training, Toby, the innkeeper's husband, was watching it before he knew it.

"Your daughter's got her arms up again," laughs Toby, who was watching Ashley and Ray mock.

And when it came to the simulated battle between Stella and Ashley, he was shouting amazement.

"Nevertheless, your lady and I both have good arms. Especially that Beastman lady over there. I don't feel like an enemy!

Toby himself, he says, is a former quaternary mercenary at level 52, and is still at a glance at the rough mercenaries.

Toby looked like he was having fun, but it gave him a slightly darker look,

"Ma'am, can you give me a minute after dinner? I need a favor."

Ashley said, "It doesn't matter now. What are you talking about?" I answer with a slightly strange face.

"It starts tomorrow. There's a guy I need you to talk to after dinner."

When he said that, he gently raised one hand and said, "You interrupted. I'm gonna go get ready for dinner," he said, going back to the kitchen.

I wonder what Ray is up to, "What do you think he's talking about?" Ask Ashley, "I don't know, but I think it might be a little nasty to see what that Toby seems to have to say," clouds his expression.

After finishing your training and sweating in the water, head to the dining room.

There were about ten tables for four people in the dining room and a counter for about ten people to sit on, but it felt half unfilled and idle.

(You don't have twenty. And there aren't many veteran-looking people, and have they all headed for the Demonic Crusade?

Ray goes to one of the tables, thinking about that.

Today's dish looked like a meat dish, with the main thing being the simmering of beef and vegetables.

Because it tasted more delicate than I thought, Ray accidentally said "delicious" when he put it in a sip.

"I'm sorry to say this, but Mr. Toby makes it, so I thought it was a more wild and opulent dish. People don't look like you."

Ashley erupts into Ray's thoughts.

"Pfft, I feel sorry for you for saying that... but I can't deny it"

Stella is also laughing at the two words.

Flattening the dish, Toby brought one man - a skinny man about thirty - to their table.

"This guy is Hank. Hank Barrows, a fifth class archer."

Hank has a sharp eye and is powerful to remind him of the sword of the stripper.

(Sounds like something Mr. Gareth. But isn't it so powerful)

Ray was remembering Gareth Ayling, captain of the Mercenary Corps's most squad, for his sharp eyesight and his work.

Hank lowers his head gently and sits in a chair.

Toby will briefly explain the matter.

"Hank is the merchant squad doing the escort, but he's planning on going to Periclitle. But as a result of this demonic crusade, there are only twenty escorts in fifty carriages. So, if the ladies don't mind, I'm talking about giving them a hand."

Hank bows his head gently to Ashley and starts talking.

"You told me that Lord Hamish's son and his companions are staying, I usually don't do this..."

He was a little worried about how to talk.

"Thanks for listening to the people heading north, it's like demons are out there. I'm not talking about getting that big of a deal yet, but these guys are young. If it's about a wild dog, I think I can handle it, but I have a bad feeling..."

His story was that there were many demonic sightings starting to appear near a city called Cardobec, about fifty kilometers south of Hastiglow, and that the itinerary of about a hundred kilometers and four days from here to Periclitle was anxious.

Usually, he provides escorts for about forty times this number, but this time it was all the more disturbing that people didn't get together because of the demonic crusade.

"Usually about me, I just went up to fifth grade. I wouldn't stick my head up, but this time I don't have a veteran. If you ask, all three of them are in fifth grade. Right? That's over level forty, too."

And then, "I'm sorry, but can you give me a hand," he says again, bowing his head.

Ray nods at Stella, then looks at Ashley.

"I'll leave it to Ash. Stella, that's all right, right?

Ashley confirmed that Stella nodded, "Let's take it. Conditions..." and start discussing the terms.

Ray remembered about the escort work he'd done so far and couldn't stop feeling bad.

(When I do the escort, thank you for the raid. Even requests received in the city of Morton were attacked by forest wolves, and even escorts received in the Marcut Mercenaries have been attacked by demon dogs and orgasms. They say it's dangerous this time, so I'm sure something will come up...)

Ashley and Hank seem to have been able to reach an agreement just after checking the terms for about five minutes.

"Conditions are 50C per person per day (Krona). Additional rewards of 20C per battle. Dispose of the Demonic Crystal Stone of the demons we defeated here. There is no camp, but in case the need for a camp arises, add twenty C. Ray, Stella, that's good."

When the two of them nod, "Well, Mr. Ashley, please say hello tomorrow," Hank says, shaking hands with Ashley.

"Ashley is fine. Let me call you Hank, too."

He then meets with the key members staying at the inn, but is asked to shake hands when he learns he is a member of the Marcut Mercenary Corps. And when I hear that Ashley is Hamish's daughter, I'm uniformly surprised.

(Thanks to the Battle of Millis Valley poem Ugh, we're celebrities. Heroes who stood up and stopped the invasion of the legendary mercenary regiment, the Demons. I would like you to shake my hand. But this is what I'm going to follow... but I can't take this armor off. I don't want to take it off......)

He was stroking his red-armed armor, Van Place, a bond with the Hamish.

October 30th.

It was raining late last night and Hank's escorting merchants gave up their departure today, leaving for another night in the city of Hastiglow.

Ray was new to this city, so he invites Ashley to do some sightseeing, but he doesn't fit in with "We've got very little to see".

Still, "I'm bored with the inn, too," he said, eating down. "There will be very few stalls out in this rain. If you're free, why don't you go to the guild's training ground?" I was told.

(Sure it's a city not a km away, and is there anything you can do to force it through the rain)

And when she asks Stella what she wants to do, she says, "I'll provide you with training," and she makes a statement as if the training is a decision.

"If we kill time at the Alliance's training ground until around noon, the rain will also weaken. If the rain is getting weaker, I'll show you around the city. So what do you say, Ray?

Ray also agreed to go to training because of the stretches of rhetoric and the fact that swordsmanship still doesn't show up with numbers.

(At least we need to be able to fight each other equally... sounds a little difficult though)

The three headed to the training ground of a mercenary guild about 300 m away in the rain.

At the training ground, the Hanks were already sweating into the training.

As the three Rays begin their training, people gradually gather together.

Young mercenaries, especially in their early twenties, followed their movements with a serious eye.

"How does Mr. Ashley's sword feel like a" red-armed Hamish ”planting," he said. "That's the Red Arms, that young spearman is quite an arm, too. Spears and armor would be a pretty good business," or, "Who is that beastman's daughter? You look younger than my sister," or they get fever gradually as well as they watch.

(That's hard to do. Well, if I did to them, it would be like a professional sportsman fluttered into the gym I go to all the time...)

One young man - a human man about twenty years old - speaks to Ashley reluctantly.

"Um... would you put an archery on me? Please."

Ashley said to the words, "I don't mind, are you ready for a mock fight?" and snort.

The other young people who see it also apply to the three of them for one audition after another.

The troubled Ashley said, "I can't do it at the top. Line me up in order!" He shouts.

Both Ray and Stella looked a little troubled, but even the mercenary regiment trained with the seventh class, so I remembered that I should do the same.

When I start training, I realize that things are completely different from my training in the Red Arms.

Same level seven, but the Red Arms youngster had a better cut in his moves. But the attacks of the young mercenaries here are mild and uncut.

And the biggest difference is that in the Red Arms he has always stood up and continued to attack himself, even when he fell. But even if they fall down here, they just pull back on the wall as they are, and they don't have the temper to face it again.

Ray was beginning to feel anxious about working with these mercenaries as escorts.

(Are you okay... if it's grade seven, it should be the same as Hal's. Even the fifteen or six year old eighth class would have been stronger if Red Arms)

And he has somehow figured out why about the discomfort he was feeling.

(It's not basic, or it feels like we've come this far in our own way. One way to shake your arm, there's too much waste. Why are you so different in strength when you're in the same seventh grade?

About fifteen young men played mock wars with the Rays, but in about an hour they all did their best and stayed put.

Ashley also seemed pretty frightened and started a mock fight with Stella trying to get rid of the white atmosphere.

Ray calls out to Hank, who was practicing shooting.

"Are you okay? In this member?

Hank laughs bitterly at that straightforward question.

"Compared to the Red Arms guys, I feel sorry for them. I'm sure you do, too, because all you can put in there is what's right for Mr. Hamish's glasses."

I thought Ray was a little different, but I stopped asking any more about how he looked with a bitter laugh.

(Maybe with arms, but isn't mental strength, or a mind that won't give up until the end, something like that necessary on the battlefield? There will be few battlefields as bad as Millis Valley, but at least I feel like that feeling is important to him...)

In the afternoon, the rain subsided and the light of day began to plunge in from the gap between the drooping clouds.

Around 2pm the rain almost stopped and we were to take a stroll around the city guided by Ashley.

The city of Hastigrew is made of gray stone, the same as the walls of the castle, and the rain-wet city looks blacker than yesterday.

Ashley was right, because of the rain in the morning or there were few people in the town square, and he walked blah blah blah blah on the streets lined with shops.

Ashley said, "There's nothing very interesting about it, is there?," he speaks to Ray.

"But the first city is funny," he said after answering.

Walking through the city, he asked Ashley and Stella about the impressions of the young mercenaries.

"It was a mock fight earlier, but I wonder if it's like that. What about regular mercenaries?

Ashley laughs at it and says, "I feel sorry for you compared to the Mercenary Corps," but it quickly becomes a serious look.

"To be honest, Hank and maybe three or four more people are going to be able to do a decent job. Seven or eight people, including us, will have to protect fifty carriages."

Stella is also hammering "Right".

"Periclitle adventurers crusade demons regularly around Cardobeck, but there must still be quite a few demons. Suppose it's coming near the street for some reason..."

Ashley had a serious look on her face after clouding her words and groaned, "Maybe it's sooner".

"But we can't work them out now, and... you mean we should just be careful what we do when we have to."

"Well, nothing worse than Millis Valley isn't going to happen," Ray said brightly to change his mood for sinking, and cut this topic off.

For about two hours, after bluffing through the city, we head back to the inn.

And when I had the water boiled and my body refreshed, I headed for dinner.

At dinner, the young men who beat up in the morning training - mostly older than Ray and Stella, even when they say young people - approach the Rays' table.

He wants to hear about the Battle of Millis Valley, and he's been asking innocent questions.

"Is it true that only two hundred people fought two thousand orcs?," or, "Who thought you made a dirt base out of an oak body?," or "Who is the White Army Master?" and so on and one question after another.

Ray, who was politely answering at first, was starting to get a little irritated by the inexcusable question.

(I lost a lot of company then. You don't think anything of that?

Hank watching on the side sucks at the young people starting to get on well.

"You guys, how many people do you think died in that fight? These three have lost their people, too. Forget about it for a second!

You got a bad bat on that word, the youngsters pull back awesome.

"Ray and Stella are younger than you guys, but they're more arms than me. If you want to talk to each other equally, raise your arms more."

to Hank's words. They have no words to give back, and return to the room from those who have finished their meals.

He bowed his head, "I'm sorry,"

"They also have (...) experience in combat. But that's all."

When Ray looks strange,

"They've only fought in favor of themselves. It's just a little thing that hits a wagon. Still, if you do the numbers, the level will increase. I don't know how they move when they're at a disadvantage... sorry, you know why I wanted to draw you guys in?

At the end of the day he seemed to have a fair amount of hard work, albeit in a tone that stood aside.

The Rays also went back to their room and he was thinking about starting tomorrow.

(Maybe I'll use magic feathers. Yes, move Stella as a scourge... then she gets ambushed when she's attacked from a different side. Because Stella's sign perception is invaluable... what to do...)

When he was troubled by himself, he heard knocking on the door.

Ashley stood outside, and Ray was immediately invited to her room.

Her face was wrinkled between her eyebrows, and he noticed it and he said, "What's wrong? Look serious," he asks.

"I'm sorry about earlier. If I hadn't taken on the escort, if I hadn't dealt with him in the training ground, I wouldn't have felt bad. And..."

Ashley mumbled a little,

"Besides, this escort is dangerous. We should have checked some more information before we took it on."

"I have no choice. We could go alone and get attacked, and first of all, we wouldn't be abandoned, would we? I was right to go to training today. Because I know what my allies are capable of."

Ashley noticed Ray's tender care.

Then he buried his face in his chest and fell straight into bed.

Stella was aware that Ashley had gone to Ray's room.

But there was no stopping it, nor could he himself go under him, and he was distressed.

(I'm just following you two out of the way. That should make you happy. Don't want any more. Don't want any more......)

She was lying on her back in bed, flirting with a whirlpool of thoughts that circled.