Legend

One carriage goes down the street, shaking with a gutter; the speed of the carriage pulled by as many as three horses is quite fast, and in its palace the wizard and thoughtful presence wrapped around the robe held the horse's reins, and next to the wizard a warrior-style man was wary of monster ambushes to explore what was going on around him.

And inside the carriage.

"Wow, it's really still warm. When did you buy this?

"Uh, I kinda forgot how many days ago it was, but it's definitely freshly baked"

Carry the freshly baked cookies that Ray serves out of Mystering to his mouth with a grin as Cullot marvels.

"Oh, that smells good. Can I have one, too?

"Fine. It's delicious, so try some Firma."

A fielder caught in the smell accidentally transports cookies into his mouth.

"Oh, true.... the item box is amazing. I can't believe you can always eat freshly baked cookies."

"... no, I don't think this is how I normally use item boxes"

To Firma's words, Spelvia speaks so flashly.

Ray, who understands how his item box is used differently than normal to such a spelvia appearance, offered a plate with freshly baked cookies that are still there while he smiled bitterly.

"Want some?

But Spelvia, who saw the cookies on the plate, shakes her neck small, left and right.

"No, I don't like sweets."

Then I'll take one.

Instead of Spelvia, who said no, Gran reaches out and carries the cookies to his mouth for his hand.

"Yeah, it sure tastes good"

Unlike Alogan, who was in such a state and making tension in the audience outside, the carriage looked soothing.

Yesterday I stuck to Ray for too much nervousness. Even for Cullot, just after a day, he got used to that nervousness. That attitude is even normal.

While relieving himself of the appearance of Cullot, who is the eye, ear and nose of the party, he also speaks to Gran as he carries the cookies to his mouth.

"This exam is a bandit crusade, but don't you have to live to think about capture or something? Bobbs told me during the Oak Crusade that if we capture a bandit alive, we can sell him off as a slave."

"Oh, sure, that's fine usually, but somehow this time you guys are bandits... no, because it's about whether you can deal with humans and kill them properly. Kill everything around there without thinking... no, you don't have to kill me."

To avoid deluding the fact that he kills people, Gran changes his words to kill them because he dares to defeat them and put them in his mouth.

Firma and Cullot, who were listening to it, frowned lightly, accepting, in contrast, that Ray and Spelvia would not change their expression in particular.

"But now there's a minimum of 20 bandits, right? It seems a little tough for the six of us to deal with it."

"No, it's not. Anyway, we're on the offensive side, so it's possible to launch an ambush. It depends on what you do... whether you can ambush me or not."

Ray tells Curot, who grumbled anxiously.

In fact, whether you are being called a bandit or working with a fellow fighter, or adding elements such as the smartness of a human deceased to your overall thinking, that level of danger and combat is only equivalent to the E-rank at best if ranked in places such as more than goblins and less than oaks.

However, bandits are ranked D because there is also the possibility that adventurers might hesitate to kill in that they are humans - sometimes mixed with subhumans like elves, beasts, and dwarves to be exact.

"I guess. In fact, the participant taking this exam said the examiner, Mr. Gran, was grainy. In the first place, three of the six parties are incredibly luxurious for bandits to get rid of when they can use their magic."

That's what Spelvia tells me to relieve Cullot's nervousness while he laughs bitterly when he was listening to Ray and Cullot.

"... By the way, I saw my spiritual magic and the magic of Scola who is your man, but what is Ray's magic like?

In a mock fight that took place the day before, I guess Ray was interested because he only showed a fight using Death Size. Firma climbs out and asks.

(Elf, hey)

Ray opens his mouth, somewhat bewildered by the appearance of a fielder very different from the image of an elf he had in him.

"Basically, the magic of flames is the main thing. It's just that it's powerful, but it also has a huge impact on the surroundings. You can adjust the power, and at best, you can burn it raw or black, so if it's an extermination fight like this one, you can't use it as soon as it's captured."

"Hmmm.... sure, Ray's got a lot of magic from my eyes. … and that is why we in the Elves are better than those in the High Elves who are originally the superior species…"

Squeeze in your mouth so that you don't only hear the last one around you.

During the previous day's rank-up exam face-to-face, Firma, who saw Ray entering the conference room, felt so much magic that it was still not enough to say that he was out of the box. That's why I was so conscious in the conference room that I could get away with anything at any time.

(In fact, this ray is not an unusual amount of magic for people. It's like magic. It's enough to say that the object is in the shape of a person. No way is it just a human being with this kind of magic... not a human being? Well, maybe there is. However, it helps that even less communication is possible and not hostile)

While observing and evaluating Ray on the inside, I am slightly nervous that we are unlikely to harm ourselves.

I felt that Ray in front of me was somewhat more dangerous than 10 or 20 bandits if I tried Firma. But the tension also slowly dissolved while we were having a conversation.

"Hey, Ray. Shouldn't it be time to get ready for camp?

As the sun sets, Scola cries out to Ray as she carries on through the evening.

I hear that voice, and when I look out the window, I think for a few seconds and nod.

"Well, if you say it's only your first day and you work too hard here, could it sound like tomorrow or later"

Nodding to Scola's suggestion, he speaks out to Spelvia, who is doing his job by opening the door connected to your platform, and to Alogan, the watchman.

"It's time to get ready for camp, so if you have a place that looks good, stop."

"Oh, okay"

……

Spelvia responding briefly to Ray's words and Alogan returning silently.

Gotagota was still pulling his tail when he left, and there was some tension on your stand.

It was in that state, but Spelvia was unwilling to rub any more than she needed to, so she kept silent, and Allogan was very wary of enemy raids because he was planted in Allogan with a fearful bad feeling about Ray the other day or one before he left.

And after speaking to the two men in the throne, he discovered a place that was shaded by rocks and hard to see from the surroundings, where he decided to reveal the night.

Stop the carriage to that rock shade and bring Ray's brought tent for the man while it's still bright. Set up a tent brought by Cullot for women.

Similarly, firewood was collected from the woods where the elf, Firma, was nearby, and Arogan drew water from the river to prepare the camp.

After that, each one finishes dinner with the food he brings.

"The escort is a pair of two. Make it three shifts."

With that said, Ray takes the hourglass out of Mystering.

I bought it the day before at the tool store, and the name is Hourglass as it is. It is only about 5cm in size, but what is used in it is a demonic stone crushed and processed using alchemy, so it is a fairly expensive demonic tool. A normal hourglass requires a lot of size when it comes to measuring two hours, but this hourglass was capable of measuring two hours at a size of about 5 cm just for magic items with demonic stones.

"This hourglass takes two hours for the sand inside to fall, so when this is over, it will take turns. The first pair will be Allogan and Scola; the second pair will be Cullot and Spelvia. At the end of the day, it's me and Firma. Any objections?

"What is the rationale for that combination?

That's what Spelvia asks across the ray, across the burning fire.

I turn my gaze to see if Cullot, who heard the words, is unhappy to pair with himself, but Spelvia waits for Ray's reply without knowing that gaze.

"The first group consists of wizards and swordsmen; the second group consists of swordsmen and bandits; the third group consists of magical warriors and rangers. I'm going to split it up so we can be even in battle."

"... Got it. That's fine."

When Spelvia snorts, it becomes free time as it is, especially since no one else has any opinions.

Cullot and Firma talk to each other, and Allogan takes care of her proud Devil's Sword. Is Scola training magic? Yesterday's simulated battle also used water whips to make them disappear. Gran watched over how everyone was doing, not saying anything in particular, and Ray was eating the cum fruit he had bought in the city as a dessert - with a texture close to pears and Micah acidity.

Spelvia sounds close to under such a ray.

"Ray, you got a minute?

"Oh."

"I hope you don't mind, but will you stick with my sword archery?

"An archery of swords?

"Anyway, I've been in the carriage all day, so I just want to keep my body moving a little bit."

Think a little about that word and then nod, Ray.

I guess some alogans if it means archaic swords, but they decided that their basic personality wouldn't even fit with spelvia just because they're arrogant.

Sometimes Spelvia, who has spoken to herself, has more to do with the revenge of yesterday's simulation than with training.

"So you're going away for a little while. You can't do this here and hurt other people."

"Oh, that's okay"

That's what Ray suggests, and Spelvia nods.

Say no to the faces on the spot and move a little further away, Ray takes the death size out of the misting, and Spelvia pulls the sword out of the sheath and sets it up.

Cullot and Firma, Gran looked intriguingly at the two of them, and Allogan looked at them with a flickering glance while pretending not to be interested. The only thing that doesn't interest me at all is Scola, who concentrates on magic training.

"Come."

"Let's go!

Screaming sharply at Ray's words, kicking the ground and filling the time. The decision that there is nothing more you can do if you get nostalgic than to use a long object called Death Size. And Ray makes him do it and waves down the death size.

Until now, the exact same development as yesterday. Yesterday here Spelvia took Death Size with her sword and was blown away from body to body. I mean...

"Avoid choices, not take them!

Feel the death size approaching from across, and dive through the death blow by lowering your posture as you crawl through the ground. And I put my sword under my feet in front of me...

"Sweet."

I tried, at that moment. The Death Size pattern that should have passed over me a moment ago was in front of Spelvia for some reason.

Long swords made into horizontal giraffes are naturally taken by the pattern.

"Chi!

Understood the attack was stopped and decided it was dangerous to stay where we are now. Attempting to leap backwards in an aggressive fashion, Spelvia was sometime rolled to the spot when she wondered if something had passed her ankle.

And a death-sized giant blade poked in front of me.

"... what have you done now?

I hear you did what you did, but you know best what Ray did. But I had no idea when I'd gone about it. It was never out of hand because it was a rematch against a torn opponent without the skill to exchange it yesterday. And even though I was so careful, I had no idea when I'd been stuck on my feet.

Ray doesn't look like he cared about Spelvia, who turns his gaze to himself with some kind of mixed fear in his eyes, and again sets the death-size a few steps away.

"What's up? Are you done with your training?

Whether that word inspired Spelvia's pride, stand still.

Anyway, unlike yesterday, he just got knocked over the leg. There is absolutely no obstacle to continuing training like this.

That overwhelming difference in strength, in turn, stimulated Spelvia's motivation extra.

"Ha!

Waving down the long sword with the temper, flashing, poking at the horizontal giraffe, a blow like crawling through a land aimed at the ankle.

All such attacks are inflicted, evaded, and bounced.

That's more like a fight than a mock fight. About 20 minutes after an exchange started that could already be called a fight. Suddenly returns the Death Size that Ray stood for to Mystering.

"What's going on? I can still do it."

That being said, it was clear to whoever saw Spelvia's breath already disturbed.

"I'll just leave you tired tomorrow if you keep doing this. I'll keep it that far today."

……

While I seem somewhat dissatisfied, I guess I understand my condition properly. Return the sword to the sheath unacceptably.

Thus, the night of the first day of the Rank Up exam passed even as some events took place.