Legend

"Now, if we open this door, it's the beginning of this ridiculous climax of disturbances. Are you ready for this?

Dance hall on the second floor of the mansion in Bornter. Ray squeaks in front of that big door.

"No problem. Let's get this mess over with and have a drink or something."

"Me too, of course. Anytime. Damn, I didn't know we were going to go along with this ridiculous commotion."

"... I'm sorry. I got caught up in my own mess."

Galahat bows his head small to Fron, pointing his mouth and complaining with his sigh.

"Beh, it's not your fault. Originally, the Azotto Chamber of Commerce... no, because Bornter made an unscrupulous demand on Ray."

Towards such a galahat, Fron continues his words as he hastened.

"I'll take care of Mr. Galahat's escort. I just hope you don't expect me to be a fighter for that."

Mult groans so as he sets up Halvard.

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

Because it was a human staircase, Seto, who flew directly to the second floor with his wings without going up the stairs, rang in the back of his throat all the time.

With a bitter smile at how those unnerving peers are doing, I open the door wide to the hall of dance...... at the next moment I perceive something flying towards me and wave the death size reflexively.

Kin, a dagger that sounds and bounces a metal sound called.

"Whoa, are you serious? He slashed the door wall, tore it apart, and he played my dagger."

And the amazing voice you hear.

Ray's death-size blow, wielded in an instant like that, was a dagger that slashed and tore through the walls around the dance hall door and flew back to him. What's surprising is that it was a slashed wall and ripped open and waved blow, but you didn't miss shaking it? That means that slashing and tearing walls for Ray is only a degree of effort that you don't have to think of as an obstacle.

Brasso or Fron, who might have been unexpected in Ray's power if he had tried to be those who waited in the dance hall, but already understood how out of standard Ray was. And it wasn't even as surprising if we tried Galahat or Mult, who was watching the exchange when we met Bornter face to face. For that reason, everyone went into the dance hall without saying anything in particular...

"Hii, hi, no!

One of the people in it who was waiting for the Rays, a middle-aged woman in her 40s who was dressed in a robe and had a wand in its hand that would be a magical activator, suddenly screams and slips out her hips.

……

What are you doing, this guy? My companions, on the contrary, were also female wizards with such a gaze from the Rays, but the female wizard points her gaze at the Rays, cloudy with fear, as if the presence in front of her was an absolute predator and she was a predator.

(... oh)

Ray heartily decides that he must have felt his magic when he saw how the witch was doing.

"Apparently, you don't have to worry about that wizard. Then all that remains is…"

Ray immediately loses interest from the middle-aged wizard and turns his gaze to the adventurers he was waiting for in the dance hall.

A bandit-style man who has thrown a dagger earlier has one swordsman wearing a monster leather armor so that he can move lightly, two spears wearing metal armor, and one man who should also be called a heavy knight wearing a full plate armor and holding a halvard. And one archer with a bow. A total of six people were waiting.

"Brasso, Fron, Galahato. Any of those guys you know, anyone to watch out for?

Ray asks the brassos behind him as he sets up his death size and holds his opponent in his arms.

Fron to Brasso, who is experienced enough to say he is a veteran in the city of Gilm. He then asks Galahat, who is also a former colleague with an adventurer at the Azot Chamber of Commerce, at the high rank of Rank B.

The first person to open his mouth was Fron.

"The swordsman and the two spears look familiar. A snowfield wolf who had recently been ranked up as a Rank C party was supposed to be a party. Be careful what you rank up these days, because you're going to have a lot of arms."

Galahat opens his mouth to follow the words of such a fron.

"The bandit man who has thrown a dagger at Ray is the man who divides the bandits at the Azot Chamber of Commerce. Was his name Tenda?"

"That bowman was the one who aimed at me when he went into the back street looking for Ray. Probably, but I think the guy who wasn't attacked by Ray in front of the mansion is also him"

Mult tells him so, where everyone's voice calms down.

"What about that full-plate guy? I feel like I'm about to get the most arm out of it."

At the end of Ray's gaze is a heavy knight with a halvard. The others are quite good at what they do, but only the man felt like Ray had a few steps of arms emitting an atmosphere like the one above him compared to the other adventurers.

"... no, I don't know Non. I mean, if an adventurer wearing a full plate is unusual, it's something that's going to be rumored soon."

The adventurer is also on his own to get to the requested location. In the meantime, if there were adventurers wearing full plate mails like dozens of kg, it would undoubtedly be the first topic to be discussed. But Brasso and Fron didn't remember hearing such strange adventurer rumors.

(Well, some strange adventurers use giant sickles over their heights. I don't think it's strange to have an adventurer in full plate mail.)

Brasso turns his gaze to Galahato, thinking in his heart that way.

"Do you remember the Lord? Since you're a colleague, isn't it easy for someone who stands out to be a rumor?

Even if asked so, Galahat shakes his head small.

"You don't look familiar. I don't think he'd forget it at first sight if he was that prominent... then he was hired rapidly in the last few days when I dazzled his whereabouts? Mult, what about you?

"No, I don't recognize you either."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey This one's been waiting for you guys all day, hasn't it? Use the rumored griffon, at least let me have some fun...... Yikes!

Tenda, who binds the bandits of the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, kicks the ground with one dagger in each hand and rapidly shrinks the time.

"Shit, I'll clean up that bandit first. You guys can carry him till I get rid of him! Seto, you're a bowman! Mult is the Guardian of Galahat. Stand by on the spot!

Speaking to Seto with three people, Brasso and Fron and Mult, as they stood death-size to intercept the bandits coming at themselves, Ray also comes forward instead of waiting for Tenda as he is again.

"Ha! He said he was using such a long product, but he had to pack up some time from himself! Funny guy, as rumored!

Fierce...... then Tenda rolls out her dagger to Ray with a very pleasant grin and a quick left and right feint while setting up her dagger.

(I see this is the guy Galahat said in the safe house he prefers to fight)

Whimpering inside, the intermission with Tenda clogs and the battle begins.

I think to the right, I think to the left, I think to the left, I think to the bottom, and I think to the upper wind, I always roll out my dagger to the place where I poked my mind. A normal person would certainly have been flirting with that feint. But this time, they were bad.

"Ha!

Either way, Ray is wielding a giant sickle about 2 meters long as if it were a dead tree branch. Even with some feints added, the effect of a death-sized magic item is easier to get ahead of because it doesn't make Ray feel the strength and weight of himself.

"Shit, you sure are a monster as rumored, this is"

The first 10 seconds smile at the hunter's delight that he is a responsive prey, the next 10 seconds change the mood of play by recognizing him as an unexpectedly strong opponent to make a serious attack, and the next 10 seconds marvel at a situation where no matter how many attacks he makes, his dagger is prevented from hitting, evaded, or said to be done at all.

Even as Ray, his opponent fought with the dagger as a weapon because he didn't have that chance. For a little while, he focused on avoiding Tenda's attacks in order to read the movement, but eventually he swung his death size sharply exhaling whether it was over or not.

"Huh!"

"Huh!? Chi!"

Tenda, who had been subjected to several previous attacks in Death Size and understood the strength of his weapon and Ray's own monstrous powers, squatted to the spot.

(Surely your blow has unusual power. But if you don't hit me, there's no point in any blow! If you emptied that big fat ass, put that gap on it, with this paralyzed poisoned dagger on your leg...)

Yes. Tenda was going to poke a gap after Ray's blow passed over her head and make an attack on Ray's leg. He's covered in some kind of magical robe, but still, if he had just the skill of his own, he'd be able to cleave about a robe and scratch a scratch on his leg.

That is certainly an operation that is not wrong. … but with the proviso that the person is not Ray.

There are two Tenda mistakes at this point. The first is that the robe that Ray is coming from is certainly a magic item, but he didn't know how much it was. The dragon robe, which is made of a double centuries-old living dragon skin and is also planted with dragon scales between the skin and skin, boasts an overwhelming defense compared to the full plate mails around it. Had Tenda tried to stick her dagger to Ray's leg exactly as she was aiming, that cut would never have penetrated the dragon robe.

And the biggest mistake. That was a sweet look at Ray's own physical abilities. Tenda herself is only a Rank C Adventurer. But I am proud to say that my strength has reached rank B enough, and I actually have enough strength to fight the rank B adventurer Galahat to just do each other. Even with so much strength, it remains in rank C because, for one thing, it is said that the Azot Chamber of Commerce stands out as having a rank B adventurer other than Galahat. Tenda herself, in particular, is in a position to lead the bandits of the Azot Chamber of Commerce, often entrusted with a variety of dirty back jobs. For that reason, he was asked not to draw attention to it badly and remained in Rank C in exchange for huge monthly rewards.

That confidence dulled Tenda's decision. Passing with the sound of a bu-on as if the death size would shake the air over the crouched tenda… At the next moment, Tenda's consciousness sinks into darkness with a mighty impact on her flank as she tries to stick out a paralytically poisoned dagger around Ray's leg.

"It was a good aim..."

What Ray did is not so complicated. Simply cut back at the same speed after Death Size passed over Tenda's head.

A cut back depicting an absolutely impossible orbit for someone who is using something as long as a death size if it were meant to be. That was a unique blow to Ray, who only felt about the weight of chopsticks with weight loss, an effect as a death-size magic item.

Blew for more than 10 m, keep your left rib wrapped up and gaze only for a moment at Tenda, who has lost her mind due to a broken shock and pain, confirming the battle of the other members. The archer man left to Seto had already been dragged down to the ground, with his right forefoot on his back and completely unable to move.

(Was it just impossible to play Seto's opponent even when he said he was an archer standing on his arm)

Ray smiles bitterly inside.

In fact, the archer's man made full use of the breadth of the dance hall to release arrows more than once into the ceto, which flies endlessly vertically, but he was evaded most of them, or bounced with eagle claws, and in the midst of them he was caught from the side with a couch and eventually poked through a flash of clearance to pull a bow, his foot was caught with his tail, and his right foot was put on his fallen back as it was, making him unable to move.

The next two I turned to were Fron and Brasso.

This one was numerically unfavourable, but still, it's just two veterans rank C with an intermittently advantageous weapon called a spear, and one swordsman serving as the avant-garde for those two almost interact with each other.

Two swordsmen are hit in the air, and the sword wielded by the wolf swordsmen of the snowfield is recirculated by Fron's sword. And the body tries to poke a slightly swimming gap, but then the spear sticks out. Brasso's earth-shaking hammer snaps the spear protruding against Fron, but another spear man swings the spear against that Brasso poking a large gap.

All in all, as far as I can tell, it was almost a mutual adhesive state.

(... each other? Wait)

Reminds me of the number of enemy members I've been waiting for, Ray looking around the dance hall again.

The wizard-like middle-aged woman feels the immensity of the magic Ray emits, slipping her hips and whining in her mouth about words that somehow don't make sense.

(This witch wizard won't have a problem for now)

I whine inside, shifting my gaze from the woman to the side...

……

I had eyes to eyes with a Harvard man who was silently gazing toward Ray.

No. I don't know if my eyes met because I'm naturally wearing a helmet that looks like I'm hiding my entire face, but Ray himself almost instinctively felt that his eyes met.

And the other guy looks around, too, and waves loudly the Halvard he had in his hand when he makes sure there's no one to interrupt the battle between himself and Ray.

Boom!

Its wind-cut sound is smaller than the sound Ray makes when swinging the death size. But still, it doesn't sound like an adventurer of the Azot Chamber of Commerce or below rank C.

……

He took one step toward Ray with Halvard standing silently, followed by two or three steps and slowly, but surely he was packing his time with Ray.