Legend

Dance Hall, the second floor of Bornter's mansion in the aristocratic district. I would say that the trend in the battles taking place there was gradually favoring the Rays.

In the line waiting for the Rays first, the middle-aged wizard, who was the only wizard, is sitting on the floor losing her will to fight the moment she sees Rays.

The next time Tenda, who was wrapping up the bandits at the Azot Chamber of Commerce, was blown away and lost his mind by a blow by Ray's Death Size, and he couldn't even deal with Seto when it came to the archer's man, who had been after Mult more than once, now he had been knocked down on the floor with his forefoot on his back and was completely unable to move.

Thus currently three adventurers on the side of the Azotto Chamber of Commerce and capable of combat are the Wolves of the Snowfield, a rank C party fighting two Fron and Brasso. And...

……

It was only four of Harvard's men who approached Ray silently while standing up for Harvard.

(This guy, I figured you'd be pretty armed. We talked about the only Rank B adventurer being Galahat... Tenda, who was a bandit, this guy, and a lot of unexpected people. No, he also said he didn't recognize Galahat or Mult when it comes to this Halvard guy, so I guess he can't help it when it comes to it)

Ray also takes a step forward as he looks at the person approaching him, setting up his death size again.

That's how we get closer to each other in time...

"Huh!?

"Ha!

The moment each of them gets in time, Ray takes the death size. A man wields Halvard each.

Boom!

Each weapon of each other's wielding long objects looms as they slash and tear the air...

KING! bumps into each other as they echo the sound of a tall metal called Nor is that once or twice. Many times in a row.

The axe part of Halvard and the huge blade part of Death Size bump into each other again and again, playing each other's weapons.

Ray gives a slightly surprising look at that shock he feels in his hand.

(Even though I'm not magical enough yet, you say it's a weapon that can hit the Death Size decently? Magic item!?

Ray isn't the only one with a stunned look. The same was true for men. I've fought countless battles so far, and I never thought I'd have a weapon to run into myself and, above all, my most trusted partner in the world, Halvard. Yes, with his own Halvard, a magic item created by the alchemist, also known as the legend.

……

A man who silently turns his admirable gaze to Ray and once leaves Halvard, takes his distance.

It was supposed to be an occasion to set up a chase, but Ray, alert to his death-size and the man who crosses each other, drops off the man who takes the distance.

(Even though Fron and Brasso are talking about each other at the moment, the difference in the number of people will soon affect them. Anyway, I've been working all day. It's time for me to become physically challenged as soon as something isn't stained. Then Seto faints the archer and heads to cover, or I take down this Halvard user and head to cover)

Though I think of it all in my heart, I never take that gaze off the man in front of me.

Still facing each other in silence, we're looking at each other's gaps. I put a slight force into my death-size gripping hand trying to do something about it, or I could just step in for half a step, or I could deliberately turn my gaze toward someone who had nothing to do with it to create a gap.

But I guess the guy confronting Ray is too used to interpersonal fights. Without riding Ray's invitation in any way, on the contrary, he invites several similar feints to attack.

Face each other for a few minutes as they make sure they invite each other in the other's gaps. Ray, who thought it would be Flon and Brasso who would be severely depleted of health to gradually disadvantage each other if there was no movement as it were, rolls out an unexpected hand over there to move things around.

"Magic Shield"

A magic shield is formed that prevents any attack, although there is a limit to the number of times one Death Size acquired skill, once only.

"Ha!

While the man is surprised by the shield of light that suddenly appeared near Ray, he narrows the distance to fit the man inside of the intermission as he pokes that moment of gap and kicks the ground and swings his death size around. Then activate the Death Size skill to release the next hand.

"Wind hands!

Death size swinging around. Create one colorless transparent tentacle from the tip of the pattern.

I know you've figured out that you've set something up in Ray's words, but it still didn't seem possible to instantly grasp the tentacles of a colorless, transparent wind, a man who looks around quickly with a helmet-covered face. But in the end, nothing is found, and the man who decides to be a bluff sets up Halvard to intercept Ray, who is shaking his death-size.

"Ha!

Death size that swings down at the same time as a sharp voice. The man also took a step forward trying to prevent a blow before the Death Size power was maximized...

"There!

"Huh!?

Manipulate the hand of the wind and secure the right ankle the man tried to step out at its tip. At the same time.

"Power slash!

Just because it's a tightening blow, activates the last skill.

The blow was fired at a man whose right leg was fixed by the wind's hand and unable to move. Power Slash is a skill that has the effect of blunting the slashing taste of the blade instead of increasing the power of a single blow, but in this case it was still good. Somehow Galahat has asked me not to kill my enemies. The swinging death size is in an unbladed direction, and the part of the peak you say with the sword is shot into the man.

"Huh!?

Even though the right foot is fixed with the tentacles of the wind, the level of the hand of the wind in question is only 1. If it were at a higher level, he could have kept the man's ankle fixed, but whatever the moment he was caught off guard, the man who found himself sealed his own ankle in some movement pulls it out of the wind's hands forcefully and forcefully, swinging Halvard straight toward Ray.

I already decided that no matter how I could prevent Ray's blow intact, it was at least a blow aimed at a hit...

(To that extent, it's a prospect)

Ray squeaks inside and smiles nibbly at his mouth, waving a death size without looking like he cared at all about the waving Halvard.

Halvard, wielded for Ray's head, is on the verge of hitting...

The shield of light that was floating around Ray making a metal noise called Gin! took a blow from Halvard, and the shield of light serves to scatter like a summer. At the same time, Death Size was knocked in by trying to get sucked into the flank of a full plate mail.

Death size weight exceeding 100 kg, ray's own extraneous force. And that blow, wielded by a power slash, a death-size skill, blows away the full-plate mailed torso area the man was wearing while easily crushing the dull sound to his surroundings.

"Grrr!"

The voice of the first man to leak since entering this room was a distressing voice to endure pain and shock.

"All right, this one's cleaned up... what?

You would have definitely passed out first if you had eaten your current blow. He was Ray, who decided so and turned to Fron and Brasso, but looked back unexpectedly at the sound he heard from behind him. Tenda, who ate her normal blow aside, is unconscious as it is. Yet Ray couldn't believe that the man who took the blow using the power slash was still conscious. Of course, what Tenda was equipped with was a leather armor that looked like a bandit and placed more emphasis on mobility than defense. It's not a substitute for full plate mails in terms of defense, but it was still a blow using power slashes. Unless it was a magic item, it would be leather armor, but it would be full plate mail, but its defense should only have been within the margin of error.

"Are you really just a human being? No, given its sturdiness, it doesn't seem like a normal person... but it's taller for a dwarf, and an elf should be hit and weaker than a human being in the first place. Or a subrace I don't know..."

While the movement was somewhat dull, it was still Ray asking toward the man who had risen, but the man still stood silently at Halvard without leaking a word.

(I don't care if you can kill me, but it hurts that it's forbidden. When that happens, I think I broke one or two of my hands and legs... No, most of my ribs must have been broken. And I didn't know it would work on him if I broke my hands and legs now... Wait. The motion...)

Even though it hasn't been a minute since the man stood up, the man in front of him was definitely moving smoothly. That's what it's like before you get hurt.

(Like before you got hurt?

Something's gone past the back of his brain, but the man stands up for Halvard and comes forward just to spare him time even.

The movement is almost invisible to the broken ribs.

(Huh!? Right, a magic item like Shizukuishi of Mercy that has the constant healing effect that Seto wears!

One of a few magic items, especially one of a rare kind. That's why it took Ray a little while to get to that possibility, and the man waves Halvard as if to poke that gap. He snaps away with a tipped axe, pokes it with the spear part, and beats it up using a sharp spike that is stretching from the opposite part of the axe. Ray plays such a furious attack in the part of the death-sized blade, or recieves it, and plays it in the part of the pattern.

There were those who watched the battle as if it had been repeated earlier.

Near the entrance to the dance hall, it's Galahat and his escort Mult. The first sword dance that people like Rank C and D can't do... No, the two of them are just breathtaking about that move that can be called a dance.

Make it Death Size. Make it Halbad, both attacks are sharp and fast. And above all, it was obvious that he had so overwhelming a power that he thought he would surely die first if he even struck a blow.

(Is that... the same Halvard user as me? Too different digits of skill)

Mult is overwhelmed by the unexpected difference between himself and the skill of the man fighting Ray inside.

It's natural that if you try to mult it, you want Ray to beat you, but you're the one who's using the same weapon as you are anyway. I really put my shoulder in the man's.

But without such a long performance, he eventually begins to make his way to the end.

The first thing I noticed about it was Galahat, who naturally ranked higher than Mult and had a lot of combat experience.

"... you won"

"Huh?"

Mult unwittingly asks back to Galahat's words. Even from this distance myself it was finally that battle to chase with my eyes, but still from Mult's eyes they still look like each other. Yet why was Galahat convinced of Ray's victory? I don't know how to look at it, I ask with my gaze.

"Don't you see?

"Yes, they look absolutely mutual in my eyes."

"Right, don't look like each other. So far... But take a closer look. Then you'll see something different."

Mult listens to Galahat and carefully observes Death Size and Halvard's performance. Then gradually I can understand what Galahat is saying.

"Is that it? The guy at Halvard is just a little bit more but he's getting dull?

Mult whining unintentionally. Yes, just a little from Mult's eyes. At a rate that could be described as an instant, it looked like a Halvard man was lagging behind in his reaction to Ray's attack. But Galahat shakes his head in such a small way at the words of Mult.

"That's a shame. No, it suits me in a sense, but it's not accurate. That wasn't Halvard's guy getting slow, it was Ray getting faster.... It was just unexpected that there would be another level of speed from that situation"

(Or maybe the impact of the first blow is coming out here...)

Just a little...... but surely Galahat whines inside as he watches the situation lean towards Ray.

At the end of that gaze, it was certainly gradual, really gradual, as Galahat had spoken, but Ray's swinging death size exceeded the speed at which he wielded Halvard, and he was beginning to scratch a number, albeit small, to full plate mails.

If things go on as they are, there will probably be a battle in less than 10 minutes. That's what I thought, Galahat and Mult, but the next moment that prediction is going to be off a lot.

When a large, muscular scratch was placed on Ray's death-size blow over the man's chest, he somehow began to take one or two steps backwards.

"... what's up?

Seeing a man like that, Ray squeaks by accident.

Surely the blow now would have given the man quite a shock, even though he said it was over armor. But the fact is, that's not even enough to determine the battle with just one blow right now. The man who was fighting Ray until a few seconds ago about to say so, takes a few steps back and takes a big distance from Ray without stopping retreating.

No, instead of taking the distance, go straight to the back door of the dance hall.

While not saying anything in particular, and leaning his neck toward that figure, which unilaterally throws out the fight and retreats, Ray did not particularly imitate it as hanging the chase.

(Harder said to disable without killing as promised to Galahat than having a magic item with automatic healing effect. If you would back off from me, you would never have crossed it.... If Bornter shows up in the room where he'll be lurking again, then you just have to fight him then. Nevertheless, the strength of a man today was not as good as rank B. Why would someone with so much strength cooperate like Bornter?

Leaning his neck on the inside, he took a step with his death-size to add an attack from behind to the wolf in the snowfield where Fron and Brasso were interacting because it was true that his hands were empty anyway.