Legend

"Hmm, sounds like more than I expected."

I look at the sight of Brasso spreading in front of me and squeal unexpectedly.

"I couldn't have predicted this development."

Next to it, Fron utters his words flashly.

"Gru?"

What's the matter with you? And all the time Seto tilts his little neck and then rubs his head against Ray.

And Ray was also half-hearted to the sight.

"No, I did predict that... so far"

At the end of Ray's gaze with his mouth open, the top of this mountain. I see the cave where the harpies were nesting.

The cave itself is burned by magic using multiple fireballs released by Ray near the entrance, and the smell still drifts around it after a few hours or so.

But that's not the problem. At the end of Rays' gaze was a sight that should also be described precisely as a sea of blood.

There are many monster carcasses scattered around the cave in what may be termed a wasteland where little grass grows. And almost all of that carcass has been eaten, and some of them even look like monsters that are only bones in the hours or so Rays slept.

"I don't know about this in just a few hours.... I guess that's all the harpies have disturbed the ecosystem of monsters in this mountain."

"I mean, you think these mountain monsters joined hands and raided Harpy's survival?

Unexpectedly, Ray asks Brasso, who grumbled in such a way, but to that question Brasso shakes his head small.

"No. It's not a battle that was organized that far. Perhaps the blood of the harpy flowed when Nong et al. defeated him. I smell that blood, and here we have a bunch of monsters coming from the mountains, and a huge killing... No, I think the eating happened."

"... for which there doesn't seem to be any monsters who survived that eating?

"That's certainly the most potato... probably"

I rub my head against Chirali and Ray as I return my words to Fron and turn my gaze towards the sweet Seto.

"Brasso?"

"Perhaps, then, you noticed signs of an approaching ceto.... If you look at monsters that haven't been boned yet, most of them belong to low-ranking monsters. That's why I'm so sensitive to the signs of the strong."

Ray and Fron turn their gaze to the carcass of the monster that is once again spreading in front of Brasso's words.

If Ray checks it out when he says it, surely the carcasses of the monsters that are spreading in front of him are mostly accounted for by low-ranking monsters like Goblins, Soldier Ants and Fangwolves. Though some of them belong to oaks and reservoirsmen, there are only a very small number of them.

Or was it those, in this mountain, monsters that could be described as relatively high ranks that won out in this eating?

"Anyway. If you leave the carcass like this alone, you won't have a strange disease. You said you took this Harpy request to reopen the mine, but you didn't like it when the miners working in the mine got sick.... Ray, can you ask?

"You just have to burn it, okay?

"Oh. From the carcasses of the remaining monsters, strip off the busy material... most importantly, I don't know when I'll change my mind, even if I feel signs of Seto now and turn it into a monster that won't come close. Then before you change your mind, please."

Nod at Brasso's words and think about what magic works in the back of your brain.

There are carcasses scattered all over the wasteland in front of you, and they are not gathered in one place. Then we need a magic that works extensively... and then we take a step forward with a general stare on it and hold the death size.

"O flame, burn down those who feed on my magic and die. Purify it with the mindless, exhausting flame of my soul. resentment, spiciness, jealousy, hatred. All of that makes no sense before my magic. Flames burn down even resentment. Therefore return to heaven with my magic."

At the same time as casting a spell, Ray's face is admired by the sudden drain of magic. But Ray doesn't mind it, and the spell is magical.

And eventually, the Death Size pattern shows a blue, shining fist big flame...

"Condolence Flames"

At the same time as the magic is activated, the Death Size pattern is tapped to the ground with each blue flame. The blue flame is crushed as it is due to the Death Size pattern and the ground, spreading the blue flame carpet around as if water were running down the ramp. And the flame burns instantly when it touches the monster's carcass, and the burning carcass spreads even bluer as it is, and eventually the wasteland, which was in front of the cave for 10 seconds or so, is all covered in blue flames. But...

"Hot, isn't it?

Fluoron groaning in a flash. Yes, I don't feel any heat from the blue flames that are burning up the monster's carcass just to say if this is still the case in front of me.

"Ray?"

Like Fron, Brasso, who looked out for that blue flame, turned to Ray as he spoke to him, but what he saw there was Ray sweating like a ball all over his face.

"Oh, man. Ray!?"

He waves to Fron, who rushes over, and leans against Seto's back, indicating he's okay.

"I'm sorry, it's either a sacred magic territory when it comes to the magic of this hand, so if you make me fit only for the magic of fire, you'll drain a lot of magic for that matter."

Ray explains the magic he just used as he watches the blue flames burn the carcasses that were around the wasteland.

"The magic I just used is to burn and mourn things like monsters and people's carcasses.... I want you to be aware that it is only condolences. So it's magic to prevent the carcass from being undead. It can't even be said that it doesn't work on undead monsters... but perhaps the damage itself is almost non-existent. Well, if you're going to attack the undead, just use the flaming magic I'm good at in the first place."

Ray looks at the carcass of a monster burned out by a blue flame as he strokes Seto's smooth hair.

And after about 20 minutes as it was, Ray's health had finally recovered by the time the remains of the monsters scattered throughout the wasteland and almost all of them burned out.

"... you're neat"

Fron squeaks unintentionally at the sight of the monster's carcass, which I don't think was spreading in large quantities until just now.

"Undead, you don't have to worry about the plague anymore. Okay, Ray. I'm going to check in the cave, but what about your lord? If you're still in a tough mood, you can rest here a little longer."

"No, it's a corner, and I'm coming with you."

"Gru......"

Seto rubbing his head as he sounds worried. Ray grins as he strokes his head.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm just a little tired because I drained a lot of magic earlier. More than that, Seto, keep an eye out for any other monsters coming in here."

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto still sounds worried but still rings small and nods.

At the end of the day, he strokes his head again and then the Rays head to the cave where Harpy was nesting.

"It's cooler than I expected... or it's cold"

Fron shrugs unexpectedly at the cold air he felt as he entered the cave.

"Well, no matter how much ray magic you say, it's not burning all night. The already hot air must have been scattered in the cold air in the mountains.... Nevertheless."

Brasso whines, touches the walls of the cave and makes an impressive voice.

Inside the cave the entrance is narrower and wider as you proceed. If I wanted to go inside the cave and defeat Harpy, Ray and Brasso would have struggled with this narrowness without shaking their weapons to think of them.

But the passage is not the only one in Brasso's eyes. No, I'm just gazing at the wall more than the aisle.

"This is..."

"Brasso?"

Ray, who always laughs cheerfully, drinks alcohol and only knows the noisy Dwarf Brasso, asks unintentionally in that serious face.

But Fron laid his hand on Ray's shoulder and shook his head slightly, making a frightened voice.

"It's no use. When it does, it won't go back for a while."

Unlike Ray, I would have seen Brasso's condition several times now if I had tried making him a long fron of dating Brasso.

"You've said that before, haven't you? Brasso originally wanted to be a blacksmith, but in the end he couldn't be one."

"Oh, I heard that"

"The biggest cause of this was his lack of taste as a blacksmith. But still, I guess that's a Dwarf who went for a blacksmith. The human blacksmiths around here aren't even underfoot when it comes to the sight of ore. No, it's an eye-catching, awesome expression."

"... Ore?

To that word, Ray turns his gaze to Brasso again. There's certainly a Dwarf figure touching the cave walls lightly as if to confirm something, or tapping lightly with a ground shaking hammer to confirm the stone that fell to the ground.

"I mean, what? Was this cave some sort of metal mine or something?

"I guess. I think that's a valuable piece of work, as far as Brasso's concerned."

It was two of Ray and Fron watching Brasso for about 5 minutes as he was, but even if he waited like this, he would just sigh and gaze at Ray.

"If I stayed with Brasso like this, I'd still be staying overnight in this mountain today. We can't help it. Let's just see what's going on inside."

"No, but can we just leave Brasso like this?

"I'm somewhat worried... there's a griffon ceto on the surface somehow, and you and I are going behind this. There won't be a monster raid first.... even if there is, that fool would return it to me if the monster just raided me. Come on, let's go."

Fron pulls forcefully Ray's arm wrapped in a dragon robe and heads to the back of the cave.

Then, as I gently frowned at the smell of burning and proceeded to the back of the aisle, I eventually went out into a huge space.

"This place..."

That huge space was still vast compared to the Bornter mansion where Ray left a few days ago. And from the ceiling, many stalactites grow as large as ice columns in the middle of winter.

(Chungle stone? This is not what Chungle cave species can say, but water through the mountains melts limestone and creates it. I've seen it on TV shows before... why is it in a cave on the top of a mountain?

It was Ray I thought to myself for a moment that way, but somehow there's magic, and it's a fantasy world with monsters. I would judge it not to be such a strange story that there is a bell cave with stalactites growing at the top of the mountain.

"Hey, apparently that was the harpy nest over there"

Ray, who was looking at the stalactites, returns to me with that voice of Fron.

And when I turned my gaze to Fron's viewer, there were many holes there, as if they were hives, built to even be called honeycomb structures.

"Is that...?

"I don't know. I don't know why it's like that, but I'm pretty sure there's more to it than a burnt carcass of both Harpies."

It's true that near that honeycomb structure wall, Ray's unleashed magic must have burned him to death, with a massive roll of carcasses that are supposedly harpy and completely charcoalized to the ground.

And around that honeycomb structure, on the other side of the place where the Rays were, there was a hole leading out.

"I see, if I had rather taken it with Harpy, it would have been the front door. So, is it better for us to come in and treat you like a backdoor? … more than 20 survived that magic."

Fron looks around as he sighs, and Ray follows suit. All that remains of what can be described as this great hall is only the remains of the former harpy, and nowhere is the figure of the surviving harpy. Or if you were lucky enough to survive Ray's magic, if the exit was that close, you'd be running away from it. Does Fron also understand that, he grins as relieved when he stares around to make sure there is no survival of the harpy, and as clean.

"All right, you've accomplished the request for now. I just relied on Ray this time..."

I look at the honeycomb structure near the wall, even as I smile bitterly at the way it slaps me on the back with force.

"So, Harpy's crusade is good, but after all, why like that? What kind of nest did Harpy build?

"I don't know. At least I've never heard of Harpy building a nest like that. Probably, but you just stumbled across it and thought it was just right for our own nest.

It was Ray talking to Fron that way, but we could hear the doodle and the footsteps rushing up to us from behind, turning to you.

Then there was Brasso, who was turning his face bright red with excitement, running with some giant thin red ore.