Legend

Patti, patti, flames jump in the bonfire.

Looking at such a flame at all costs, Ray was sensing signs and sounds around him.

Basically the periphery, around the city of Gilm, at night, monsters walk around in our faces and also venture into the streets. Some intelligent monster can understand the danger with the power and number of opponents he hits, but he doesn't even care who the monster hits.

Around Ray and Firma, who are now watching over the burning fire, there are about five goblin bodies piled up uncrafted. This was not defeated by Ray, but by Cullot and Spelvia, who were in charge of watching before the Rays.

Fortunately, since then, there has been no particular raid, so I'm not that nervous, or I make a cup that Firma had and serve it to Ray with a cup of hot water heated by incendiary fire.

"Yes."

"Sorry."

Receive that cup, enjoy the fragrance and then include it in your mouth several bites at a time.

It's time to go through the middle of summer and plug into the late summer period, but still there are still nights that can be called tropical nights.

In that, Firma looked interesting at Ray drinking tea without scratching a single sweat.

"Hey, why aren't you scratching your sweat when you're drinking hot tea in this heat?

To the words, Pickle, but open his mouth in silence in return for Firma's face.

"Isn't that what you are, too? Or is the Elves resistant to the heat?

"Um, well, yeah. Is it basically because you live in the woods or is it racially resistant to some heat?

"... I hear a lot about elves being caged in the back of the woods without coming out to people?

"Haha. I'm sure the elves may be older than they are."

A fielda with a smile but a lonely look somewhere.

Ray goes off topic to avoid going deeper, wondering if there's any translation of that.

"With that said, the bow looks like a lot of business."

At the end of his gaze was a bow placed next to a fielder sitting facing Ray through an incendiary fire.

I don't have the power to feel the magic of others like many wizards do, Ray, but there was nevertheless something I could somehow feel from that bow. That's the same feeling I felt from Allogan's Devil's Sword or Oak King's Great Sword, which means deciding it must be a magic item.

"Oh, I knew you'd understand? This is a family heirloom passed down to our house from generation to generation. They say you can grant wind attributes to arrows."

"Heh, wind attribute? Should I say that's an elf around here?

"Haha. I'll take it as a compliment. But Ray's big sickle is quite a business, isn't it?

Firma's eyes turn to the death size next to Ray's.

In yesterday's battle, and in a simulated battle under the name of training before bedtime, the small, luxurious figure in front of him was manipulative. That too, sometimes with one hand.

"As far as watching an earlier mock fight or something... don't make the handles feel weighty or something?

"Right. I'm pretty sure you're capable of that."

"Well, it looks like you still have other hidden abilities."

"I don't know.... Well, you might have something to see when it comes to it"

of the tea that was in the cup, so deluded while sipping the last bite.

But I guess you didn't think from the outset you'd tell me all about the ability of a magic item to be your trump card, whether it's a fielder or an idiot.

Keep moving on to the next topic.

"Well, now can you ask from me?

"Oh."

"Ray, why did you want to be an adventurer?

"Is that why you became an adventurer?... Right..."

Behind my brain, I recall the explanation I gave to Langa when I first arrived in the city of Gilm.

"In the first place, I've always lived with my magic master. It's like there's no one but me and my master in the mountains."

"Heh. How dare you live like an elf in the back of the mountain?"

"Maybe. So, anyway, I learned a whole lot of magic from that master, but as soon as it was over, Seto - oh, that's the griffon I'm taming - was forced to go to a place like the Devil's Forest with metamagic. After that, we escaped through the Devil's Forest before reaching the city of Gilm."

Firma gives a flashy look as she hears Ray's explanation.

She had heard rumors about the Devil's Forest as an elf who also set up in the woods.

Said he never came out again when he came in.

Says a forest inhabited by multiple dragon species.

Says where the ancient demons sleep.

Says a large number of monsters above Rank A sprang up, etc. I don't know if there are any other lies or truths, but there are countless rumors in the woods.

So it didn't seem strange that Ray, who managed to get out of such a demonic forest safely, would be rank A instead of rank D if he tried Firma.

"... you made it out of the Devil's Forest safely."

"Sometimes I hardly ever met a monster, and most importantly, there was Seto. So, anyway, it's fine that I got out of the Devil's Forest thanks to Seto, but as I know, Seto has a big body. In other words, you need the right amount of food a day. So, what I came up with was a plan to defeat the demon and use the meat as food for Ceto... Then if you become an adventurer, defeat the demon and eat the meat Ceto, you can redeem the crusade sites and materials in your guild, and you can get a crusade request, it seems like a good thing. It's a simple reason."

No way, I can't say I became an adventurer to need a monster demon stone. I delude myself with my usual fabrications.

Most importantly, the story of hunting demons as food for Seto, redemption of their materials, or crusade requests, cannot be described as a complete lie because it is both a matter of fact for Ray.

"So, that's my reason... hmm? You're getting a lot brighter as we speak."

If you look around you can see the sun rising from the east and the morning burning.

Firma, who wanted to talk about why she became an adventurer, was somewhat distracted but caught sight of the beautiful morning burn.

We watched such a morning burn for a while, but eventually we could hear the gossip from the tent about whether we felt the surroundings getting brighter.

"Oh, too bad. You've spooked me by telling me why I became an adventurer."

Firma says so as she throws dead trees at the incineration and greets Cullot, who came out of the tent.

It was day two of the Rank Up exam to see how it was going.

That's the Negijo of the Bandits.

In the woods, Currot, acting as the eye of the party, squeals when he sees the giant cliff at the end of his gaze.

On the noon of the third day after taking the rank-up exam, Cullott had discovered the Bandits' Negijo lightly, as information from Gran had shown.

Cliffs with drops of about 100m. Bandits walking in and out of places that are cut off even under that cliff. Perhaps that slice is the entrance to a cave or something that leads to where the bandits use it as a root castle. That was the root castle of the bandits taught by Gran.

"Well, surely if the entrance was so narrow, it wouldn't be possible for a big monster to get inside."

The entrance to the cave, which is a cliff section, is quite small, and that is why the bandits bend in and out when they go inside.

And at that entrance, although it is about the height of a person's back length, a watchtower also exists.

Confirming that, Cullot quickly returned to where the Grans were waiting.

"I found it."

"Whoa! Don't be surprised."

Allogans that almost reflexively erect demonic swords in culots that came out of the woods with little noise. But when they find out it's Cullot, they rush to solve the plot and blur.

"What's wrong with being blurry?"

"Look, Alogan and Cullot are good. Come on. You don't punish me every time."

Look at those two and tell Firma to embarrass herself.

Anyway, these two, the horses don't fit thoroughly as you can see from the rubbing during the mock war or when you left the city of Gilm. I've had a few similarities since I left the city of Gilm.

And every time it was decided to go into a stop, it was Scola or Firma. Spelvia has an attitude of liking it if it's none of her business, and Gran is the exam supervisor, so there's no way she's going to get her hands on it. And Ray, speaking of, has thrown a spoon since a few times when he tried to stop because of his poor relationship and instead pissed off Cullot.

Well, in that case, I couldn't even say I arbitrated because Allogan, who is half afraid of Ray, told me to leave a little early and cut up the dispute and stay away.

"Shit, I get it. Even though we're almost there, rubbing it here will only please the bandits."

Fortunately this time, there was nothing particularly wrong with Alogan because he pulled it off lightly because it was going to be a battle soon.

Ray turns his gaze to such an alogan and then calls out to Cullot.

"So, did you find the bandit Negijo?

"Huh? Oh, yeah. It looks like you're rooting for a cave in a cliff just ahead of you through these woods, just like Mr. Grant said."

"The Negijo of the Cave...? Then it's surprisingly easy to clean up?

"Huh? How do you do that?

Scola asks if you were interested in Ray's words. Ray's words about it were simple and clear.

"What, it's easy. All you have to do is throw my flaming magic inside through the entrance and exit of that cave. That's all the people in there will burn to death, choke to death, and be wiped out. It's unlikely, but if there was a wizard, we wouldn't be able to protect all the bandits."

"... that's a little..."

Speaking of the rest of Ray, to the rest of the operation, Scola stuffs the words.

But it was Spelvia who hung on to it.

"Wait. Sure, Ray's proposal may be efficient, but what if someone's caught in that cave? Until then, we're going to burn to death together."

"Besides, when it comes to bandits, treasure. You don't have to burn the treasure they're accumulating, do you?

Following Spelvia, it is also rejected by Cullot.

As for the golden-eyed objects in the Bandit's Negijo, it is basically okay for the adventurers who crusaded it. For once, if anything happens to a merchant claiming ownership, he or she pays the adventurer to buy it, but the merchants who are attacked by bandits are rarely killed because they are often killed.

"One more thing at a time. You seem to have forgotten, but the purpose of this exam is also to see if you can kill people. Even if we get rid of it by ourselves, we won't be able to determine if we can rank up the rest of them."

It was denied one after the other, and I had no choice but to accept that as Ray because its grounds for denial are understandable content.

"Well, I know it stinks. Doing that nasty thing is the adventurer. Take command as a proper leader."

Pom gran slapped me on the shoulder, Ray thinking about the operation again.

"Cullot, is the cliff entrance and exit the only place you found it?

"Uh, don't you see? Whatever you call a cliff, it's pretty big, so I need to go all the way around it... but there was no other entrance or exit for once."

"The area is also unknown, is it? When it comes to that, it's best to strike surprises. All right, listen up. I'm launching a night raid on those guys tonight."

"Can't we attack now? When it comes to night raids, we'll go through those woods at night, won't we? Then there's the possibility that a monster will attack you in the woods."

Ray nodded small to Spelvia's words, who tilted his neck when he heard it was a night raid.

"If we do try to get through the woods at night, the monsters may be raided. But when it comes to raiding during the day, it's possible that all the bandits are not in Negijo."

I see. Is that why you're at work?

"Yeah. But those work enthusiastic bandits wouldn't exactly imitate a monster walking on a wide night. That's why."

"Okay. Proceed."

"Even though it's night, I'd just keep an eye out for it. Cullot, how'd it go around there?

To Ray's inquiry, Cullot remembers the sight he saw earlier.

"Sure, there was a small one near the entrance, but it looked like a watchtower. Perhaps you'll be standing guard there at night."

"How many of them are there to watch?

"Hmm, I can't say for sure because it's a prediction... maybe two"

Ray listens to Cullot and turns his gaze to Firma and Scola.

"Can you two keep watch from a distance? Try not to make any noise if you can."

"Right. I think my bow would definitely knock one out first... but what about Scola?

"I wonder if it depends on distance. Cullot, you know my magic range pretty well, don't you? How'd it go around there?

"I think Scola's Wind Arrow will get it"

"Oh well. Then I'll be fine."

Hear Scola's words and nod, Ray.

"Well, after we take down the watch. First, Cullot will do a preliminary reconnaissance inside to see how many people there are. I wonder if anyone's ever been captured."

"Okay."

"Later, we broke into Spelvia and Arogan into the avant-garde. The rear guards are Firma and Scola."

"What am I supposed to do when I'm done reconnaissance?

"After figuring out the number of people, see if there are any other entrances or exits if no one is caught. Join me when you're done with that. If anyone's been caught, I think I'll ask for your rescue."

"Okay.... By the way, what do you do with Ray?

"I'm the back end, right? You're gonna need people to protect Firma and Scola when they ambush you from behind, aren't you? Besides, Death Size is a long thing, so it's not the right place to fight. Because magic is fundamental to fire magic, it's hard to use in a cave or something."

Five people nodding at Ray's description. And Gran watched with satisfaction from a distance.

(What, party leaders are pretty much in the hall to say they don't like people? You're going to feel safe watching this)

"Good, then we're going to take a break in preparation for the night raid. The order of watch is the same as at night."

They followed Ray's instructions and split into sleep and watch in preparation for the night raid.