Legend

Ray and Seto headed straight out of the guild's training ground. Kenny, who dropped it off, turns to Basrello, who is on his side.

"Well, there's nothing you can do about staying here, so why don't we go back to the guild? If you don't wipe the sweat, you'll catch a cold."

"But..."

While listening to Kenny, Basrello had his gaze pointed somewhere towards the one where the Rays flew away with their feverish caged eyes.

"Look, I'm telling you, if I were here, I'd just catch a cold. Children listen to your sister very carefully!

Kenny pulling Basrello's hand like he was angry somewhere.

Even though he said it was just a younger hobby, he never had that kind of sentiment for a 10-year-old basrello, and he kept pulling as hard as he could to his guild. Or at this time, if Kenny had looked closely into Basrello's eyes, maybe he could have found some sort of color of determination in Basrello's eyes.

"That one!

Fly out of the city of Gilm for a few minutes. Ray, who was checking his surroundings on Seto's back, discovers a blue mass in the street leading to the city.

Icebirds flock to two of the three Merchant carriages.

The merchant squad's escorts are also desperate to resist for what they see from afar, but in any case that number is better than 50. And Icebird's body length averaged about 1 m, and the number and strength of the escorts were not enough to counter that number of violence. One of the carriages had already been completely destroyed, and the adventurers who would have protected it, the horses who were pulling the carriages, or the merchants and thinkers, were devoured and devoured alive by Icebird and desperate.

"Shit, if you're stuck in a carriage, there's no reason to magically scratch it."

Ray single-handedly and accidentally tongue-in-cheek Death Size.

I know you're vulnerable to flaming attacks, but there's no way you're going to tail every carriage you've come to help, Icebird.

Even while I'm thinking about it, the distance between Seto and the Icebird herd is shrinking between looking.

"Don't you have time to think about it? Seto, I'm going to the right carriage for backup. You need the carriage on the left."

"Grr!"

Ringing his throat and nodding at Ray's instructions, Seto rushes straight into the herd of icebirds swarming to the carriage on the ground.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

High enough to let you know you exist, with a sharp roar.

"Ki!? Kee!"

I guess I noticed that ceto. Either Icebird, who was attacking the carriage, sounds like a very bird-shaped monster, or a monkey-like tall squeal, informing his comrades of the threat.

"Kiki, kiki, kiki!

But it was too late for those people to notice Seto.... No, you would be right to describe Seto as flying too fast in the sky. When the majority of that flock noticed the presence of a high-ranking monster named Griffon, Seto was already on the verge of passing over the carriage, and at the same time Ray was about to jump off its back.

"Ahhhhh!

Blink with a magical death size one icebird present over the carriage as it falls to the ground. Slash and tear its body in two without even remembering the slightest resistance, at the same time.

"Slapenil shoes, activated!

Activate a magic item that is about a few steps in the air but can be walked, and kick up the air and forward before entering the carriage. Landing toward the horse pulling the carriage. And...

"Out of the way! Flying slaughter!"

A slash flies from the death-size waved with that cry, and two icebirds are turned into two as straight as one earlier.

"Nah!? So, who is it?

To Ray, who suddenly appeared, one of the adventurers who was fighting to protect the carriage shouted reflexively.

Four adventurers were hired as carriage escorts. To two people with swords, one with spears. And the only woman with a bow was one. Is the age like everyone is still in their late teens to early 20s?

Speaking to Ray was a spear man who wasn't forcing his Icebird opponent to melee because he was using a spear. The two avant-gardes with swords are desperately trying to keep the icebird close, but still because they couldn't afford to use the ability to manipulate the ice from which the icebird originated to prevent sharp foot hook claws, couches, or ice arrows released from the icebird.

"It's Ray, the adventurer sent by the guild of the city of Guild!

With that word, a death size that wields a great deal. It has a length exceeding 2 m with only the patterned part, and the blade is also more than 1 m. The range of attacks was wide when they were overwhelmed, and a blow by Ray's own strength and death-size weight was exactly what could be described as a blow by a reaper as the weapon's name suggests.

Because they are flushing magic, when they touch the blade, they are chopped and torn without question, or when they are beaten with patterned parts, the bones are crushed and the torso and head are bounced off.

Rolling. Four of the adventurers who were protecting the carriage and the merchants who were hiding themselves inside the carriage shudder for a moment to doubt if what just happened in front of them was really real. But Ray yelled at those on the spot just because it had nothing to do with that.

"Don't bluff! We still have enemies! And tell that fellow in the carriage over there Griffon is on his side!

There would have been no such thing as obeying obedience even if Ray, who was overwhelmingly younger than ourselves if we had been ordered by him at the age that we could also describe as a child. The merchants were all the thousands of people who had been negotiating more than once, and even the adventurers of escorts had the experience and strength to do so. But a blow. I was overwhelmed the moment I saw that blow that Ray had unleashed earlier with his eyes, and I didn't feel any desire to refute it.

That said, the adventurers who heard the name Griffon just cramp their cheeks. Griffon in Rank A Monster. It would be a hell of a force if that was really on your side, but if something were to happen and Griffon was going to attack you... I couldn't help but think that way than being an adventurer.

But still. It is also a fact that we cannot now choose the means to help. For this reason, among the adventurers of the escort, a spear man, who had earlier spoken to Ray, shouted to the carriage, which was just a short distance away from him, as his throat dried up.

"Griffon is on our side! Sounds like a squire of reinforcement adventurers from the city of Gilm. Don't attack me!

That, anyway, the loud voice unleashed in an attempt to communicate his will to his allies reached the adventurers escorting the other carriage as if the man's will were in place.

"Did you hear that? Reinforcements from the city of Gilm!

"But turning Griffon into an obedient demon..." Yep, you're stuck!

While answering some laid-back voice, he wields the blow of Halvard loudly, cutting off Icebird's neck as he pounds and hits Kutibashi with the axed part of his tip.

"More than that, arrows, arrows! Cover me! Because the shield is so close to its limit already!

A woman with a shield at the head screams like a scream as she waves her sword in the right hand of the empty one and holds Icebird in her arms.

Unlike Ray's carriage for the rescue, all three adventurers attached to this carriage escort were women. It is the half-plates, shields and swords that are at the forefront of the demand for arrow cover, a type that, as an adventurer, is rarely more defensive than maneuverable. And with Halvard was a woman wearing armor like a combination of metal parts on a leather armor, and a archer woman whose last one was desperately trying to release an arrow to keep the icebird close. They're all 20s old women adventurers, and they're all pretty good looking.

Of those three, a woman with a Halvard who would be a leader tried to launch an attack on Icebird, who was approaching again, at that time.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

With the roar heard from above, something momentous and enormous passes in front of the women, bouncing off with its giant a few icebirds that were still about to strike.

"... Huh? I just heard your voice... so that's Griffon's voice!?

Play an icebird with a shield that came running towards you and break the neck bone with a boot reinforced with metal in anticipation of the moment you crashed to the ground with that impact. A woman swordsman who screams unintentionally while doing so.

When I turned my gaze toward the woman of Harvard for just a moment as I stepped on the bone of Icebird's neck and crushed it, there was a sharp glance toward Icebird, only that a griffon ceto over 2m in length would never let me serve him to the carriage.

"Kick, kick, kick!

"Kiki, kiki"

"Keeee!"

And there's no way a low-ranking monster like Icebird can resist the pressure of Griffon's release, and he flies around far-flung around the carriage with a sound like the sound of an ape that was releasing earlier.

"Huh? That? Is this... helpful...?

The woman who had Halvard squeaks unexpectedly.

Looking around, about 20 icebirds are flying around the gap, trying to surround the carriage they're riding.

Still, I have no time to breathe. I would say I was fortunate to have had time to breathe, even when surrounded by monsters.

"Favel, Louid, can we still fight?

"Wow, I can still figure it out.... but the shield is close to its limit, so I won't keep it that long."

A woman adventurer called Favel returns words as she turns her gaze to her favorite shield, which has prevented Icebird from attacking her many times.

The body was covered in metal armor, so few injuries appeared to have occurred, but there were still several lacerations on the cheeks and in the hand holding the sword.

"Well, I'm worried about the number of arrows."

In some laid-back breeze, an archer called Louid returns the word.

Unlike the avant-garde fabel, the injury is unmatched, probably because he used a bow in the rear guard. However, due to the effect of releasing many arrows in a row, the arm has already begun to cramp slightly with a strong tension, whether the limit is close.

"And don't be alarmed anyway. When it comes to treating wounds, use potions."

"But, Taenia. Aren't you safe as long as that kid's around?

The woman adventurer, who had a halvard known as Taenia, shakes her head as she pounds on a cut attached with an ice arrow.

"Sure, I'm relieved now, but I still don't know when they're going to attack me. Then it would be the least you could do to be prepared to deal with it....... Do you still have a spare potion?

Taenia returns the word to Louid and speaks out to several merchants who were pulling into the carriage to stay out of the way of the fight.

The merchants nod, but rush to offer a few potions... and stop the movement with Seto in their eyes. But it was only a few seconds before I stopped moving due to fear. I could see Griffon as an ally right away, probably because I still saw the obedient devil's necklace as it hung around his neck. Because only the merchants had the opportunity to see various adventurers, and at the same time they knew the existence of wizards and monster-tamers who could follow summoning magic.

"... this is Griffon"

"I've never seen it before"

"Neither do I."

Naturally, so am I.

Taenia smiles unexpectedly as she watches the merchants fall in love with Seto's appearance. It's a Griffon of Rank A monsters, anyway. It's an unparalleled threat if you're an enemy, but if you're protecting yourself as an ally, there won't be any more comforting opponents.

"Well, what happened to the carriage over there? From what I just saw, one of them tried to fall off that griffon and went in..."

That's when I shrugged.

Boom!

A giant flaming tornado emerges from Taenia's watching carriage, flashing nearly 10 icebirds in an instant and burning them all down.

"... Huh?

Taenia whines like she was taken aback by a suddenly rising tornado of flames. That was the case with two other people, the merchants who were hiding, or even the icebirds surrounding the carriage.

Most of all, the emotions I had when I saw the flame were very different. Taenia and the others saw Icebird burned out in flames and hope. Icebirds are burned to death by the flames they hate the most, terror and anger.

Or maybe Icebird, overwhelmed by Seto's presence, would have escaped if the magic of the flames had been released a little later at this time. But they kill their people, and for them, they use flames that they hate. Icebird, who saw those sights, fell into a state of exasperation and the option of fleeing the scene disappeared completely from his brain

"Kick-ass!"

But still, I guess I instinctively understood that it was suicide to launch an attack on Griffon. Icebird's peculiar, monkey-like ringing, trying to hit toward the other carriage instead of the carriage with Seto...

Humph!

"Ki!?

An icebird at the head of it is shot through his torso by an arrow that flew from a direction he didn't care about at all.

"Reinforcements!?

There is a carriage coming this way from the far-sighted city of Gilm at the end of the icebird that surrounded us. And he saw the female adventurer, who was shedding arrows one after the other in the throne, and Taenia cried out as she seeped out the voice of joy.