Legend

"Hey, that's easy. Hey. Usually, when we go in these mountains alone, we're attacked first, without a doubt, by both elephant monsters."

Fron's satisfying voice echoes in the mountains.

hours after entering the mountain that the harpy is already nestled. In the meantime, the monster struck me twice, and its raids were considerably less frequent than when I normally entered the mountain.

Naturally there is a reason for that. Many monsters have approached me to feed on Dwarves and humans, but when most of them are approached to some extent, I notice the set of Griffon, a Rank A monster, and escape with an instinctive understanding of what is to be called the difference in character as a monster.

There were times when animals that were supposed to live in the wild, not monsters like the fangboa, would bare their fangs and thrust... naturally there was no way Seto would get through such an attack, and the meat would be the lunch of the Rays with a blow to the neck in the literal sense.

"Right. If it's so easy, you're gonna feel like a walking mountain."

With that said, Brasso with a view of the surrounding area. Huge hammers are carried on its back, but since entering the mountains...... no, it has not yet been waved as one since leaving the city of Gilm.

"Mm-hmm. That's Autumn. Brilliant red leaves."

At the end of Brasso's gaze are the red leaves that are shown by many types of trees that are sometimes changing the colour of their leaves to yellow or red. In the autumn sunshine with few clouds, the clear air characteristic of the mountains. And many of the broad-leaved trees that grow all over the mountains change color to yellow and red by the time they are stunning, and they exist as if they were covering the mountains.

"Hey, Brasso. Sure, it's a stunning view, but don't be too alarmed."

Fron cautions against Brasso, who is in love with Autumn Mountain that way, but it is true that Fron is in love with Autumn Mountain until it is stunning to say so.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seeing Seto roar those two elsewhere, he sets his gaze on the mountain. And what Ray found was some shadows flying through the sky.

The shadow is still far from discerning in detail, but it's not that hard to determine what it is if Ray's five senses exist.

"That's it for both of us. Apparently, you've got what you're looking for."

"What!?

Yes. Its shadows flying around near the summit of the mountain far away hold the face and torso of a woman, and its feet belong to a monster that is a raptor. In other words, it was Harpy, who was also the subject of this crusade request.

"Are you coming this way?

Ray shakes his head small to Fron's words.

"No. Seeing you fly in a different direction from this one, I guess you're unaware of our existence. I guess he went looking for bait or something."

"Bait...... Shit, my chest sucks"

Until a few minutes ago, I was in love with the Autumn Mountains, Fron, but when I understand what Harpy's bait is, I throw my spit to the ground.

In the first place, Ray and the others took on Harpy's crusade because of the mines in this mountain, but the presence of travellers, merchants and adventurers bound for the city of Gilm has been repeatedly attacked by Harpy. And the purpose of the raid was to feed ourselves. In other words, you must have understood that the herd of harpies that flew away from the summit this time went to attack them as a meal.

"... certainly not if you're doing an excursion."

Renew your previous mood and hold the huge hammer you were carrying in its hands. The gentle expression that was on that face until a few minutes ago disappears and becomes that of an adventurer who confronts the danger in front of him.

"Sure. Goddamn it, I'll teach the fucking birds despair."

Fron similarly groans, making his expression rude.

"Well, let's start... what do we do? The plan was to launch a night raid on Harpy's nest on the summit, but until then, we'd have to rest and stay fit, right?

"I have an eye for it. From the blacksmith who asked for this case from Nong et al., there is a cabin near the mine for the miners' rest. Even if it's a cabin, it's where the miners pack up and take a break. It's pretty big in there, and Seto should be able to get enough rest."

"Oh, if you say so, don't feel like you've heard that"

To Brasso's words, Fron reminds me that if I put it that way... Brasso steps out, standing at the beginning of a line with an unexpected sigh of relief at the other party's appearance.

Ray also takes Death Size out of Mystering again as he follows behind it in the order of Fron, Ray and Ceto.

"... whoa, is that the rumored sickle? That's a big one indeed."

When Fron casually sees you when he notices that Ray took out the death size behind his back, the pattern and huge blade longer than his height unwittingly overwhelm his eyes.

"That's a hell of a lot of business. A magic item created with the help of an extraordinarily famous alchemist or blacksmith."

Even for the leading brasso, he's turned his gaze to the flicker and the back, even though he was once just aiming for a blacksmith and wary not to alarm the front.

Ray laughs bitterly at the two ahead as he takes the path that was once consolidated by those who worked in the mine.

"Sure, it's a powerful magic item, but there are some drawbacks to being hard to get around in these narrow places."

"Oh, I see. Surely in these mountains, the trees around you are difficult to get around."

Nodding convinced by Ray's words, Brasso turns his gaze to the giant hammer he has.

"If that's what you mean, the hammer of the land of Nong is similar."

"... so you've been telling me to replace it with an easier axe or something to take around. Why are you holding me to such a big fat ass?"

"Funny woe. In the first place, the hammer of the land sway was given to me by my parents when I was traveling. If it breaks, can it still be sold that way? Plus, Fron has lived a long time since his effects as a magic item for this ground shaking hammer."

"... a ground shaking hammer?

To the noisy name, Ray turns his gaze to the hammer Brasso has.

"Mm-hmm. It's the name of this hammer. It's a kind of magic item. A substitute for using magic to triple the power of a single blow. … but it also has the disadvantage that once used, it takes three days to accumulate enough magic to be usable again."

I guess it's something I'm proud of. Brasso delightfully explains as he grins and strokes the pattern of the ground shaking hammer.

Fron opens his mouth looking at Brasso like that.

"But Brasso's proud hammer of land sway would be hard to get around in a mountain like here, wouldn't it? Why don't you at least have some other weapon or something?

"... there was an axe stock a while back"

Past Ray's brain is the look of one knight who even respects his boss. The most powerful Axe I've ever seen was more of a warrior than a knight.

"Shit, that's a shame.... I can see you now. That's it."

At the end of Fron's gaze was a kind of log-house-like building made from mountain trees. I can certainly see it being made quite widely, as I heard earlier.

"You haven't missed much for not having people here since Harpy's nest."

Seeing that rest stop, Ray squeaks.

I'm not being vandalized by monsters, or destroying exterior walls. It's a resting place where you can live whenever you want to.

"Nothing stopped coming to the mine right after Harpy nested in this mountain. I guess it hasn't been that many days since the miners stopped coming here. But it's also true that the price of doing something with ore is rising in that number of days."

Ray listens to Fron and turns to the door of the rest stop. There is nothing particularly damaging about the door. It's a deserted building in a mountain like this if it's supposed to be. If a monster destroys it during the night, it won't be strange to sneak in.

"Now, why hasn't this rest stop been destroyed? Normally, buildings outside the city or something would be destroyed by monsters at night, right?

"Oh, I don't know that's clear among the miners, but apparently you said it was due to some kind of ore in this mine..."

"Ore in the mine?

Point your gaze at the mine entrance a little further away, but not particularly uncomfortable. The ability to feel magical in the first place is extremely low, Ray. It is likely that I would not have felt it had there been any abnormality.

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

But there was a presence that felt it. Seto, who usually doesn't want to leave Ray's side, for some reason now for a few steps closer, he repeats things like taking a few steps back.

"... I see. If you say so, Seto is a monster, so it's not weird to work to keep him away."

Brasso whining like he said he'd forgotten.

"Uh... So what do we do? Why don't we just rest inside the rest stop and have Seto wait here?

"... no, go to the cabin with two of us, Fron and Brasso. Me and Seto get some rest away from here in an unaffected place. I'll be back here at night."

For Ray, the option of letting his partner Seto go and only one of himself rest was impossible. So naturally, I tell the two of them so, and I walk to Seto, who is a little further away. But...

"Hey, wait."

He was called from behind, and when he turned around, there were two figures of Fron and Brasso walking from the cabin towards the Rays.

"Did you still have something to do?

"Oh, I forgot"

Think a little about that word, but especially what you kept...

"Oh, bad. If you say so, you've kept your stuff."

At that moment when he tries to get out the backpack he received in front of the city of Gilm from Mystering, he is sighed out like a frightened fron. At the same time, Brasso smiles bitterly again.

"No, no. Don't forget us."

"Not at all. Fron's right. We're not going to forget the party members."

With that said, two people lined up next to Ray and Seto away from the rest stop.

I accidentally open my mouth like Ray panicked about how those two look.

"Hey, the only reason we don't rest in the rest stop is because of me and Seto on our own. You need to hang out with us..."

"What are you talking about? If you're leaving here, there's no point in having a party on purpose.... Besides, you and Seto seem to have a lot of arms. Even if it's a little inconvenient, it's safer to take a break in the mountains with you than to break up with you and rest in a cozy resting place. Don't worry so much."

"Right. Besides, it has already been proven that few monsters would have stopped by if Seto had taken a break in the mountains. That would make a lot of difference to Noh, the dwarf, in the mountains and in the rest areas."

"Shit, this is why they say Dwarves are stubborn to the body as well as guts. It's kind of hard for a maiden's soft skin like mine to rest in the mountains, huh?

Leather armor made from the skin of a fairly high ranking monster. Fron tells him to mourn as he strokes the part of his arm that is stretching from it.

"Damn, what's a maiden? Don't be ridiculous at the habit of crossing thirty paths and getting married all the time."

"Oh? What, Cora? You want me to bump that decoy head off so much that I don't have any more?

I guess Brasso's words shot through the steeple. Fron stares at the Dwarf, who is grinning in front of him, not to mention murderous.

"Oh scary scary scary. If you're so murderous, that's not what a half-breed monster looks like. Look, Ray. There's no harm in Seto staying here. We'll get out of here once. Besides, if you stay here, you might end up late in your wife's marriage."

"Oh, oh."

Ha ha, and Brasso pulls Ray away from the rest stop laughing. After that, Fron followed Brasso with his eyes full of augs.

(Totally, I didn't expect you to bother with me and Seto until you abandoned your time at the rest stop where you could rest tight.... they're my favorites)

While I said that on the inside, I didn't feel so bad, Ray.