Legend

A translucent red dome in which Al was captured. In it the scorching flames were still wild and mad, but outside that dome they were not through any of the heat. This is magic created by Ray to prevent his own magic from spreading to his surroundings, and a substitute for the fact that the flames burning in the dome have no effect outside the dome.

"... you, the hell..."

In a translucent red dome, I guess I remembered Al burned up in an instant. Cyril squeaks unexpectedly, and so on.

Ray's response to that was only a slight grin on his mouth.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm a Rank G adventurer who just signed up for the guild, like you guys said."

I snarl my fingers patsy as I give that back to the whining that was half a word of Celil. Then in the next moment the scorching flame, which was burning in the dome, was instantly extinguished as if it were an illusion. And the next moment the flames were all gone, the dome itself disappeared again.

Later all that remained was a black burnt ground and a half melted bastard sword that Al was equipped with. Al's body itself was all burned up, including the leather armor he was equipped with, and there was not even any charcoal left on the spot.

At the very least, salvation would have been that the wild, burning flames in the dome didn't make Al feel anything like death fear or pain, and instantly burned him to death. Because Al himself was killed in an instant without pain, probably without knowing what was what.

"Heh, heh... don't be ridiculous! There's no way a Rank G adventurer can use powerful magic to burn people to death in an instant and not affect them in any way!

With Al's end in sight, Ceril finally understands that the man sending himself a cold glance from the roof is not just a G-rank adventurer.

Though three of his own companions had died at that price, and the star of darkness had already become one Cyril at night.

"... let me tell you because there seems to be one mistake. Sure, I'm a Rank G Adventurer who just signed up for the Alliance. That's for sure. But that doesn't mean the magic and technology I acquired before I signed up for the Alliance disappeared the moment I signed up for the Alliance. Your mistake is that you assumed I was the same amateur who just signed up for the guild when it comes to combat and magic. There must have been a lot of information going on about me, but you weren't serious with the newcomers who just signed up for the guild?

I knew the guy in front of me could defeat the Eagle Claw, a Rank D party, by himself, even if it was a Celil, or a Rank A monster named Griffon. Still, I felt unsubstantiated that I could manage. And that fatal mistake was to have the consequence of the death of all the members of the Dark Star at night but Celil.

"Damn, then what are you talking about!

Ceril stares sharply at Ray as he bites his back teeth and screams to throw them away. But Ray ignores the words and kicks the roof he was lightly scaffolding and jumps to the ground.

When I landed on the ground, I could hardly make a sound. That was certainly a very unlikely rank G adventurer.

"Well. I'm not nice enough to give a souvenir of the underworld to someone who's about to die."

I wield the death size I had with Hyun-hyun, but I don't take that gaze off of Ceril.

(Beyond knowing my magical arm, the next time I try to use some kind of magic, I won't hesitate to escape. I just wanted to clean up with a guy like Al with an earlier blow if I could... well, even if he rots, he's a rank C adventurer)

Ray stuffs his way in with Jirijiri as he looks at Ceril with a gaze aimed at his prey.

While Cyril knows that Ray is slowly packing his time, he also falls back jizzily for as much as Ray approaches without showing his back and running away from the spot beyond seeing Ray's prowess.

But naturally that's no way to keep running anywhere, and eventually Cyril's back will hit a building that seems to be an oak residence.

Ray opens his mouth with a grin when he sees it.

"Well, it's time to buy enough time, isn't it? Even this way, we have to cover other parties that are taking part in the night raid. I hope it's time for you to make up your mind...... don't you mind?

He stops the swinging death size perfectly and asks by poking his tip towards Ceril.

"... it must be hard for me to beat you as far as I can tell. But that doesn't mean they're gonna shut us up! If this happens, I'm gonna cut you through here, even if it's mean!

Even if I kept buying time like this, I would eventually scream as if I thought another adventurer party was coming or was ready, throwing the shield I had in my left hand over Ray's face.

"Are you going to dazzle me?

Ray squeaks like a bore and flashes a death-size that wraps up magic. The Death Size, which gained sharpness due to its enchantment, slashed and tore into two shields thrown by Celil with little resistance.

However, the fact that the shield you throw doesn't work is a well-known behavior even for Cyril, who was watching the end of Murgas and Sni. Still, I executed the action because I wanted to dazzle Ray for a moment. And it was because I wanted to do damage to Ray.

If you escaped the moment you glared at me with your shield, if you were lucky, you might have escaped as you were. But now that I know Ray's physical abilities, that was exactly the blow that risked Celil's fate, which I decided was difficult and aimed to inflict wounds that made me unable to pursue myself.

"Ahhhhhh!

While roaring, it's the torso you're after. The head is small in purpose and is more likely to be attacked with the arms of those who remain than not able to drop both arms in a single blow, even if aimed at the arms. Then what stays is a torso that can cause fatal injuries if it goes well, or a leg that makes it harder to follow your escaped self. And what Cyril chose was the torso. There was also a reason that if it went well, it might damage the gut, but the biggest reason is the size of it. If you think about Ray's movements, you've decided that even if you aim at his leg, it's likely to be avoided. If so, it is the center of the body and the body that is least likely to be evaded.

That, exactly the kind of quick-throwing blow that you would say bites a cramped cat, is certainly an unexpected blow for Ray as well. Besides, Ceril is the best poke at how to attack it.

When the shield was decapitated and torn at the death size, Cyril's penetration was already just before he pierced Ray's torso...

"That was a shame."

But even if it was a full-bodied blow to Ceril, it was only a blow to the extent that it could cope with Ray.

Using a death-size pattern that slashed and tore the shield into pieces, he jumps up the sword's body rolled out more aimed at the dovetail than at his own belly….

A blow of the whole spirit of Ceril and a blow that Ray unleashed aggressively. I don't care what you think, Cyril's blow wins, but in this case, the difference in physical abilities between the two sides will be real by the time it's pure.

Kim! makes a sharp noise, and Cyril's body is slapped in the middle and flies off as she circles through the air, piercing it to the ground.

And Ceril's poke, which broke more than half of his body, naturally never reached Ray.

"Then, silly...... it's my full blow!? That's so light..."

"... I'm sorry to hear that. They had different physical abilities."

Squeeze quietly, slapping the long sword. Death size remaining broken from bottom left to top right. Slash it up into so-called inverse pieces.

I guess I felt a flash of signs when Ray attacked me. Ceril, staring at her long sword, bounced backwards aggressively, but that was only a little late. The obliquely slashed Death Size blade was slashing up the Celil in reverse. Still, I guess I didn't have to cut my body in two because of its reflexive avoidance behavior.

"Guh!"

Ceril kneels to the ground with a groan of pain. No matter how many hands you hold on to the wound, you can't hold everything down because you were slashed deep from your left hip to your right shoulder. Even as he sees blood pouring out onto the bottoms and the ground, Ray approaches to build a death size and add his last blow to Ceril.

"Ya... I wonder if I can stop!

Groaning, the soil beneath my feet... No, the blood fell zero and became mud. I squeeze the grasping force and scatter it towards Ray's face.

But Ray doesn't flash it, or prevent it with a robe, he just flashes through the air in a death size.

That's all it sounds like, boom, boom. At the same time, the mud made of blood was scattered around them.

"Give me a bad lift... No, I see"

I tried to say something to Cyril, who threw blood mud at me, but as soon as I saw what Cyril's aim was, I knew. He took the potion distributed from Bobbs and scattered it into his wound before the night assault began.

Leather armor had been slashed and torn at the same time as the Death Size blow, but Ray's eyes could see that the wound he saw was healing due to the potion effect.

"Ha, I didn't know you'd be excited or anything while looking at a woman's complexion."

Celil groans hatefully as she hides her hands the two hills that look slight because her wound has healed. But soon he undoes his hand, which was hiding his own complexion, and shows off his outfit, which is nearly half naked.

"Hey, what do you say? If I told you you could like this body instead of missing me, would you take that deal?

Ceril sends her gaze to Ray with her mesmerizing eyes. Originally, the face was just neat, and if a man who looked half naked and didn't know a woman walking around it, he would have been so colorful that he was likely to jump.

"... I killed three of your people?

I guess I stepped on that word when I had eyes. Celil shakes her head small.

"Even they were aware of the danger, and they were doing what an adventurer would do. Even if we die here, it means that those three vessels were all there after all."

"Right."

Ray whines small at Cyril's words. That's how it fits into the ray. I try to press my half-dew chest by weighing it down as if it were dripping...

"Don't be floated, those guys too"

In an attempt to lean against Ray's body, he pulled his leg and fell straight to the ground.

"Hey, what are you doing... hey"

With him falling to the ground, Ceril tried to gaze into Ray's face with momentum. But what was in front of it wasn't the look of Ray wrapped around the robe, a vicious death-sized blade everywhere.

"Hey, why not? You said you'd miss it in exchange for my body!

"They did suggest it, but I don't remember accepting it."

Whimpering, I was thinking of Al and Sunny partying with the woman in front of me behind Ray's brain.

The woman who shot the bow while trusting her companion.

The man who was killed the woman and bit her despite understanding that she was overwhelmingly stronger than herself.

Neither of them were so strong opponents for Ray. Whatever it is, they are on the same level as the eagle claws who arrived in the city of Gilm and prevailed early, so it must be natural.

But there was still something to see in that attitude. But...

Chira, and turn your gaze to Ceril, who is looking up at herself with a plea eye. What's there would certainly be a nice face to describe as the beauty of a well-rounded woman. But for Ray, the ugly sexual roots stuffed inside of it seemed clear, and that's what I could only find of value that was very different from Oak's face.

"Whatever I hold, I'm sorry for a woman like you. That's not worth the money you get."

"Become!"

Even though I ate a lot of boys, I was pretty confident in my beauty, Cyril. That's why he tells me he doesn't want to hold himself when he gets paid and suddenly blood rises on his head.

"You. Eh! I'm not the kind of woman who can handle a new G-rank like you! Take that..."

"Enough, shut up"

Having decided that it was not worth hearing any more pointless begging for life or bragging about her appearance, Ray lifts the Death Size unconstitutionally.

"Hih!"

The last time Cyril saw it while screaming a small scream was exactly the giant blade about to be swung down on herself like a blade of acquittal.

"When it comes to the city of adventurers on the border, is it jade stone confusion after all?"

I get my head amputated from my neck, and I look down and whine at Celil's body, which is bleeding out.

There was no such thing as guilt or fear of killing people in that look, just frowning uncomfortably at the body.

"Grrrrrrrr"

To such a ray, at some point rubbing its head against the ray to comfort Seto, who appeared out of the dark.

"Oh, right. Some adventurers are like the Axe of Thunder God, so I know it's never been thrown away."

I shake my head small enough to regain my mind as I scratch my rubbing head tight.

"Okay, Seto. Is it time for us to get back to work? He's still leading the orcs. He hasn't shown up, has he?

"Gru."

Ringing his throat, he glances at Seto affirming Ray's question and crosses over to its back as he's already accustomed to.

"All right, let's just start by looking for one more oak mage and oak general while we cover the other parties. I don't need Oak Archer anymore because I've already cleaned up 6 of them... well, that means hunting if I'm there"

"Grrrrrrrr!"

It rings high enough to sound surrounded, and it stays winged into the night sky with a few steps of help.

As the clouds cleared and the moonlight fell, one man and one man rose to the sky.