Legend

"... Phew. There's no sign of Nong, and most importantly, he's not."

Brasso exhales in relief watching that battle, which ended in an instant.

An ambush from the air by the worried Fron also removed the aim of the head, but still slashed the chest from the neck muscle and killed Harpy with a single blow.

The blow by Seto's wielded hook claw wiped off Harpy's head lightly as if it were a raw egg to break, and the harpy that Ray aimed at with a spear throw was also smashed from the neck to the top by that impact, pierced through the head by a spear.

Brasso exhaling in relief, but the spear held in his arm remains pointing his tip towards the entrance to the cave. The gaze is also carefully directed towards the entrance of the cave.

Fron moved quickly after defeating Harpy in one blow, going from the entrance to an invisible place. Seto had also used the recoil to kick the ground and move into the air after another blow that wiped out Harpy's head.

"Apparently they haven't noticed."

Kill your breath for a few dozen seconds or so to see what the cave looks like and still make sure no other harpy comes out before Ray exhales once again in relief as well.

Send a signal by hand that Fron will come this way from where he is shadowed from the entrance to the cave.

"Go."

"Uhm."

Ray and Brasso face each other and head to where Fron is.

"Nevertheless, Ray's blown harpy leaked his voice a little..."

"Oh. The timing's a little off. You think I heard you in there?

You can say wilderness, whispering to Brasso as he quickly rushes through the grassless stripping earth, but shaking his head small.

"Something was wrong with my people, so what's up? But I think it sounded like it meant something. Then you can't even hear the inside of the cave because you hung up on a buddy nearby.... If there's no harpy right into that cave there, then so be it"

"I hope so."

Arrive at the shadow part of the cave while we're having a conversation like that. Fron greeted the two with a proud grin.

"What do you say? Let me handle this. That would have been a quick blow, wouldn't it?

"... I think I took it off for the head."

"Oh!? That blow wasn't a tough head to target, it was a neck shot from the beginning."

Store alongside Fron, who is whispering and yelling, a harpy lost his head by Harpy and Seto, who are slashed and torn to the middle of his body to prevent the smell of blood from spreading any further, into Mystering.

Keep the two of you still arguing, a little further away. Store the harpy that this one similarly lost with a throwing blow to the head.

"The spear... no"

Look for the spear that crushed Harpy's head, but there's no sign of him rolling around, or poking around the outside of the cave or into a tree. He decides that he probably flew off somewhere with little or no speed to the point of hitting Harpy, and gives up retrieval.

Anyway, as I said to Brasso, it's only cheap because it was originally a spear taken from a bandit. If you look at it as spear quality, it's a spicy, normal level item. If you're a slightly hard-eyed weapons dealer and a blacksmith, you can judge it crude.

"What's up?

Heading to Ray, who came back with a sigh of relief, Fron finally asks if the statement came with a paragraph. Seeing Brasso with a sinking face somewhat beside it, it would be obvious which one won in rhetoric.

"No, it's nothing. I thought I might be able to retrieve the spear I threw at Harpy, but it just turned out I couldn't."

Whimpering, he shakes his head small as he watches Seto descend, who was vigilant around him in the night sky.

"Right. Well, more than that.... supposedly cleared the lookout."

Fron looking to Chirali and the entrance to the cave.

After that gaze, Ray nods again small. Next to Fron, Brasso, who has already recovered from the shock of losing in rhetoric, also holds the hammer of the ground shake, his favorite hammer. Next to Ray, Seto, who had landed with wings winged with little noise, was also gazing into the cave with sharp eyes so that he could move to action at any time.

"... Okay, then Ray. Slap your Lord's magic into the cave. I'll leave it up to you regarding power, but avoid the cave collapse as much as you can, given the recovery of the material. Even if it's a low-paying request, I want to moisturize my nose with materials, demon stones, and crusade sites."

"The reward will also change the type of alcohol you can drink."

"Hustle Wow"

He turns his gaze back to Ray in a small way, to Fron, who groaned bossly.

"Regardless of the cave, the magical power. Pray the harpy is more than unburning than you know what the inside of the cave is."

"... mmm. Surely there's nothing more we can do than look inside."

"Because Ray doesn't really have to take this drinking dad's word for it either. Anyway, I just need you to focus on keeping the harpy as full of grip as you can."

"Oh, no problem. If you're better prepared than that, we'll get started."

Two people nod at Ray's words, and Seto also starts casting spells when he hears them squeaking in the back of his throat again small.

"O flame, thy power is mine. Burn your magic and burn your enemies as I will. Your properties are extended burning, fire. My magic as water, more fire."

At the same time as casting a spell, more than 10 fireballs created by magic appear before the Death Size.

Literally, the brightness increases rapidly around the cave where the night should have been, as if 10 of Ray's fiery attack magic 'fireballs' had appeared. At the same time, temperatures rose rapidly around the area with the brightness due to the heat of the flames.

"Hot! Hey Ray! I guess that's really okay!

10 fireballs floating around the Death Size held by Ray. Each one is about the size of a human head and floats through the air as if swimming.

"Ten fireballs!

At the same time that the spell is complete, those 10 fireballs fly through the sky to the entrance of the cave. And into the cave as if there was a will on the fireball itself...... eventually the brightness disappears from the front of the cave, and the temperature that was rising is also scattered in the autumn night breeze and drops rapidly.

"I don't know how wide the cave is, so maybe a little flame will come out of the entrance. You'd better get away from me a little bit."

"Oh, wow."

"Okay."

Running back to the bush with Fron and Brasso nodding...... the next moment.

Boom!

I hear an explosion as if to shake my ear. Not one or two, either, but several in a row. I guess the fireball that went inside the cave is causing a chain explosion.

"Kicky!?

I hear several confused screams of Harpy being raided abruptly where he sleeps, but fortunately no sign of Harpy reaching the entrance to the cave where Ray awaits with his death size.

... Yes, at the entrance to Ray's waiting cave.

"Ray, up there!

Ray turns his gaze to the night sky to the warning released by Fron from the bush behind him. Next to it Seto is similarly gazing up into the air.

In the night sky, illuminated by flames overflowing from the cave, there was the appearance of a harpy with bird wings spread out. And the only thing that illuminates its appearance is the flames overflowing from the entrance to the cave where Ray is located. From what the Rays have seen, the lights are shining out from those on the back of the cave.

"I see. Doesn't it mean there's only one cave entrance?"

Whimpering, he waits for the harpies, who have judged the killer of his buddy to be Ray, to plummet as fast as they can.

"Kick-ass."

It's so luxurious that it can't be compared to Seto, but the tip was still harpy enough to stick out a powerful enough hook claw to hurt the enemy sharply...

"Ha!

Just because such an attack makes no sense, Death Size swings.

That blade, wielded through magic, slashes and rips the torso at that moment, unlike the harpy that has descended suddenly. Then Harpy, who clashed to the ground, split his torso into two parts, upper and lower, and slipped across the ground scattering blood and built-in around him.

"Ahhhhhh!

Behind such a ray, Fron's sword tip protruding as he raised his roar pierces Harpy's torso.

Ray wields a death size and blows the blood of a harpy adhered to the blade, pointing his gaze over the sky. Nearly 20 harpies are still flying through the sky there, watching the gap that hits the Rays.

"... apparently, many of the harpies slept near the other exit"

Brasso whines with a bitter look as he comes near Ray, bearing the ground shaking hammer on his shoulder.

There was blood and feathers on the head part of the hammer that seemed to belong to Harpy, and it was obvious that it was after a battle as with Fron and Ray.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Seto is also intercepting harpies in the air coming from the sky with wings flapping.

"I don't think I can afford that."

Brasso whining watching such a ceto. Hook claws and couchworms wielded by Seto do not give that gap to the harpy trying to circumvent it, but destroy the blow of that hook claw with his own hook claw against the harpy trying to intercept it.

"That said, there are plenty of passives to keep it this way. No, it's easier in a way if it's solidifying in the air."

"Ray?"

"I'm going to use some big magic. I need my defense for a moment."

To Ray's words, he looks up at the sky illuminated by the flames burning inside the cave.

"... I see. Yeah, I'll take care of it."

That's probably just where I figured out what Ray was after, like a skilled adventurer.

With a grin on its appearance, it boosts its magic and opens its mouth.

"Fire, dance, dance. Light up your surroundings with your magnificent dance, and enchant the wide-ranging to burn with their beauty dance."

Seto, who heard that spell, probably remembered what Ray's magic was like. That magic I saw once when I walked out of the Devil's Forest.

Whatever the difference is between a forest at night and a mountain, oddly enough, the situation is very similar to when you exit the Devil's Forest.

Ray specifies the range of effects of witchcraft and puts the last keyword in his mouth as he sees Seto, who so decides, come down to earth with a loud bang and a flash of harpy frightened.

"Dancing and Dancing Flames"

At the same time that the magic is activated, the great flame of man appears nearly 100. That number was considerably lower than when used in the Devil's Forest, but still nearly five times higher than the Harpies flying in the sky. And the flames created by Ray fly around within the designated range of dancing with Yurali, Yurali. And...

"Kicky!?

Harpy touches the flames without just being able to avoid all the flames due to the amount of flames that appear… In the next moment the flames will spread all over the body and burn out in seconds.

"Whatever... I've been an adventurer for quite some time, but I don't know if I've seen the magic of the flames so many times in the future"

"... oh. Honestly, you underestimated Ray's power."

Brasso and Fron groan.

There are about a few of those carcasses rolling around Fron, who was battling Harpy until earlier, but Fron himself looks at a herd of harpies burning from the side he touches, alerting his surroundings, not even breathing up.

"But when it burns so perfectly, it's impossible to strip away the material, the demon stone, the crusade proof site."

Turning into a charcoal extinguishing, Brasso shrugs unintentionally as he falls to the ground and turns his gaze toward the shattering harpy.

"You can't help that. If I'd been dealing with Harpy like that, I'd probably be in trouble, wouldn't I? I wonder, for example, if the harpies who feared Seto would escape from here and build a nest somewhere else. If you think about it, Ray's magic doesn't even give you time to get away with it is not such a bad option."

"... well, if you come to crusade Harpy and you just kick him out or something, it's a real fall"

Lay squeaks as he sets the death size and sees if there are any anomalies around him.

There was an invisible look of Ray, who was greatly tired, even though he used magic on a scale large enough to put together nearly 20 harpies and make them extinguish charcoal.

"You could still afford to use such massive magic."

Watching Ray like that, Fron shrugged like a coward.