Legend

One man encountered at the Bornter mansion and two figures dressed in robes. Ray protruded using a death-size pattern to a man who appeared to be a leader among them. Then, shortly before the pattern hit the man, a figure called Minas took the Death Size pattern.

... by purple tentacles stretched from the inside of that robe.

And Ray looked familiar to his tentacles. The lowest level of the dungeon headed with Elaine and the others. It was used or used by Ver, who should have been Elaine's escort on the altar of inheritance that existed there, when he revealed his true nature. And Ver was turning back to the Bestian Empire, and he was good at saying that his tentacles were created by the Alchemy of the Bestian Empire. That is.

"... the hand of the Bestian Empire"

Everyone's gaze is directed at Ray, except the men who are facing Ray, for that word that leaked out of Ray's mouth. It is astonishing to be in that gaze.

"Stupid! Bestia Empire!?

Set up the ground shaking hammer that Brasso was carrying on his shoulder screaming like that.

Ray squeaks sharply at the three standing in front of him, watching Fron and Mult lay down their weapons as well.

I didn't expect you to be in this neighborhood.

"Heh, why did you think I was an associate of the Bestian Empire... can I ask?

A man who asks as he smiles. I don't suppose we're willing to hide that we're from the Bestian Empire already. And try to protect a man like that. Minas and Cold move forward and forth in front of the man.

The reception room at the Mansion in Bornter. Using the door of the room as a border, the Rays and the men turn to each other.

Minas and Cold step forward and a man behind them.

And the Rays are lined up with Galahat and Ray, making sure to surround those two so that the rest of the members can attack at any time.

In such a one-touch situation, the man has nevertheless spoken to Ray with a grin. That's as if we were friends of the old knowledge.

"We are indeed the hands of the Bestian Empire."

"... you admit it very well."

Galahat groans as he takes a few steps back. If you think about your current physical condition, you understand that you will be caught up in battle. And to protect his brother like that, Mult comes forward to shelter Galahat.

While watching the situation, the man smiles and opens his mouth without looking particularly concerned.

"Somehow I've pointed out to Pinpoint as the Bestian Empire. If I were in another country, or another nobleman in this country, I could still be deluded... to point that out so accurately, there must have been something definitive about me being a part of the Bestian Empire, right? Can I ask you something?

With that said, the man's gaze is directed towards Minas. Precisely from the inside of the robe covering Minas to a few purple tentacles that are stretched out.

Its tentacles, which I can even remember physiological disgust from just looking at, creep back inside the robe.

Perhaps the man knows that the tentacles cause it. I ask that knowingly, because I am not sure that it was only seen through with tentacles.

I want you to let me know your name before I do.

"Heh? What are you gonna do when you hear my name?

"What? It's not that hard. If we don't know his name, we're gonna have trouble with the headstones, right? I can't give you a proper name."

"Haha. I sure hope you'll give me a break about that. I'd like you to name your tombstone anyway."

Ray and the man. Those two conversations could have been called soothing bickering if they only looked on the surface. But the content of the conversation is sword swallowing, and Ray's murderous intentions and the man's madly stained curiosity exist ahead of a thin-skinned piece.

It was the man who broke the silence as those around him felt such a critical line and hardened into tension.

"Well no. I don't care enough to give you a name. My name is Postgella. Nice to meet you."

"Stupid! I would have named him Liv!

"Hmm? Oh, if I put it that way, I would have duly named Mr. Bornter. Liv is a fake name. My real name is Postgella. Nice to meet you."

"... why bother with the pseudonym?

Postgella laughs as somewhere lit scratching her bearded cheeks to such a ray question.

"'Cause, you see, you don't have to bother naming yourself because you want to know the name of the puppeteer who's manipulating himself with the puppet at the end of the thread, do you?

"Come on, you! Don't be ridiculous, don't be ridiculous, don't be ridiculous! Non is the meeting of the Azotto Chamber of Commerce, Volnter! That's a doll! Alchemist flair makes a fool out of you. Come on! Kill him and make fun of him.

A bandit man who had refrained behind it takes one step toward that order of Bornter.

Although the smoothness of its legs was inferior to that of Tenda, who had wrapped up behind the Azot Chamber of Commerce, it was nevertheless a smooth move compared to the low-ranking adventurers around it.

He moves forward with a footwear that makes no noise, and quickly throws a knife removed from his nostrils around a postgella.

Only a few people, including Ray, could confirm that the blade of the thrown knife was wet by poison or some kind of liquid. I couldn't spot it on Bornter or Mult for less. But...

"Oh? Did you do something?

Voices that contain the laughter of Postgella echo around them.

That's when it moved, not Minas standing between the Rays trying to protect Postgella, but the other one called Cold. Similar to Minas, the tentacles that create purple physiological disgust are stretched out of the gap of the robe, grabbing the knife thrown towards the face of the postgella. Besides, he grips the knife pattern tightly with his tentacles and grabs it. If you haven't completely cut off the knife movement thrown quickly, you're not the ultimate artist you can be. And the next moment.

"Guh!"

The knife thrown back quickly by the tentacles is sharper than the speed unleashed by the bandit man, cutting the air and returning under the owner.

Did the bandit man stand quite up for just being entrusted with Bornter's escort, too, or did he not care where Cold would throw it back in particular? The knife thrown back was poking deep into the man's head, throat, or right shoulder, not the steep spot where he said the heart.

Bandits poking their knees to the floor leaking a painful voice. Anyway, the blade of the knife was covered with plenty of paralytic medicine, so the medicine suddenly turned to the body and I couldn't move.

……

If it was meant to be, what should be done if we were to set up a pursuit on a bandit man here, but Cold stands by the Postgella as it is.

"Not quite."

"Isn't it? Those two are well equipped as my escorts. So I guess you guys should just keep your hands off me and miss this, huh?

Postgella returns words to it as Ray grunts as he turns his gaze toward the man who fell to the floor.

"Brother... what a deal with the guy from the Bestian Empire. If Uncle Larks finds out about this, the worst Azot Chamber of Commerce will be crushed!?

He was only a momentary vicious bornter at Galahat's rising voice, but he immediately summons again.

"Yep! Shut up! Anyway, do something about the man who insulted you! Then I'll do what I never had to do with this!

……

What are you talking about? The Rays turn such an eye toward Bornter.

Beyond this period, the figure of an old man who still thinks his position is safe. You could have said that was a comedy.

"Galahat, leave the old age there alone. Now it's important to secure this guy. I didn't expect the Alchemists of the Bestian Empire to be in this neighborhood. Even so, I want to do more than belong to this kingdom of Mireana."

With that said, behind Ray's brain was past Ver's appearance, who challenged the altar of inheritance with Elaine and the others and betrayed him in the middle of that ritual.

(Well, I guess from what you didn't know about me, you don't have anything to do with Ver... but still, capturing this guy would be damaging to the Vestian Empire)

"Old age there, you need to do something later. Now stay still and be scared."

"Come on, you! Towards Non, the meeting of the Azot Chamber of Commerce."

"Shut up. I don't have time to be like you right now. If you make extra moves, that's what gets you involved and you're gonna die?

"Gu......"

You must have felt for real in Ray's eyes, who's telling you he's going to die. I stare at the hatred, but I sit back on the couch without saying anything more.

Should I say that the courage around here is just fine? I guess he's got a lot of nerve just running the Azot Chamber of Commerce, even with all the problems.

"... since you're apparently going to capture me, shall I give you some advice? Make it Minas, make it Cold, you're stronger than the adventurers around here, right?

To that word of Postgella, Mult drinks Gokuri and spit. Two of them next door, Brasso and Fron, have also stiffened their bodies to tension, and the most ranked galahat in this if it were meant to be, is also biting their back teeth regrettably because they understand that in their current physical condition they just pull their legs.

It was a post guerra with a grin as I thought and inside, but I didn't carry it that way.

Boom!

A large swing of Ray's death size slammed the doors near the entrance to the reception room against the walls.

With that blow, Ray blows up his despair to the point earlier, spinning his words with even a grin on his mouth.

"Don't worry, these two...... no. Two, huh? Anyway, this opponent will be me and Seto. You keep an eye on the alchemists there so they don't run.... Look, this guy probably has a magic item to transfer. I don't mind slapping one or two of my hands and feet if I make any strange moves. Just be careful not to let them get away with it."

A magic item used by Ver on the Altar of Inheritance to transfer. Having actually seen it with its eyes, Ray knew full well the speed of the escape of those who belonged to the Bestian Empire.

Make sure the four of them nodded and Seto shows up from behind Ray.

"Grrrrrrrr"

He turns his gaze to Minas in front of him with a swordswallowing eye and roars in the back of his throat.

"What's up? You're not coming this way? If you're not coming, me and Seto are gonna fight this guy named Minas?

Death size in one hand, Ray provoking the Cold.

It was Cold, who was turning his face towards Bornter sitting on the couch in the room for a few seconds, but he glances at Postgella as if he had immediately lost interest.

"Oh, I don't mind. There's no reason why a doll with a broken thread can do anything anymore. I need you to deal with him."

With her husband's permission, Cold walks out to Ray and the others to line up next to Minas just because he's no longer interested in Bornter.

As he watched how it went, Bornter, said to be a threaded doll, was staring at two of Postgella and Ray with hatred in his gaze.

(Damn, damn, damn! Don't... make fun of this nonsense. I will never forgive you. I'll show you everything!

Bornter exploding his anger inside, but he never dreams he's already truncated by Dusker, lord of the city of Gilm. I believe that if we make it through this scene, tomorrow will be the same as before.

"This place is narrow, so we can move somewhere big... no, don't we need to? You won't have to bother to favor the other side."

The Great Sickle, Ray's weapon. And then Postgella cuts the story off on the way as she watches Seto with a giant over 2m in length.

"Nothing, I don't mind that, but it's not funny how easy it is for you to be what you think it is... come on!

Ray kicks the ground at the same time as that word and fills the distance from Cord. Since the original distance was barely available, the distance to Cord would be exactly zero in an instant.

A ray with a length exceeding 2 m, called Death Size, sets that interval to 0. That meant I threw myself out of time when I could maximize the power of Death Size. You figured that out. It was Cold stopping the move like he was being poked at the impression for a moment, but Ray wields his death size forcefully, regardless of who he is.

It was a death size wielded while destroying the walls and doors of the reception room, but naturally it is not given a valid blow against the cold inside the blade. … However, the inside of the pattern is slammed against the cord, which naturally cannot be more than struck by the force of Ray himself and the weight of the Death Size, and thrown outside while destroying the wall of the reception room.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

Next to it, there was also a Minas figure that was blown away by a blow away by Seto's eagle claw, waved just as unrelated to walls and such as Ray's.

(Secure a postgella like this and leave one end? More than the Alchemist from the Bestia Empire has come out. It's no place for the Chamber of Commerce to disturb... No, we can't just leave those two inexperienced people here alone)

We make that decision less than a second later and step into the reception room.

"All right, me and Seto are going to take care of them. You guys keep an eye on Bornter and Postgella here!

Leaving that to those left on the spot, Ray jumps over the destroyed reception room wall and leaps outside.

Seto also flew out to destroy the new walls as they followed.