Legend

"Ray!?

Miraine's screams echo around her.

At the end of that line of sight is Basrello and Ray, who exposes his back to icebirds indefensibly in order to cover and hide that Basrello. And... it was the sight of a bunch of ice arrows piercing its defenseless exposed back.

If you think of the damage stabbed with an ice arrow from your back, maybe it's fatal. There was a moment past that thought in Mileyne's brain...

"It hurts. Okay, you chicken flavor!

At the next moment, a death-size blow released by Ray as he turned around with such anger, instantly cutting off the icebird without even any resistance.

How fast or sharp was the power of that blow? That would have been evident in the fact that Icebird, whose body was cut in two, took a few steps straight before splitting his body into two so as to deviate and losing its life while spreading his guts and blood all over the ground.

"Huh? Hey... is that it? Why!?"

As far as Mileyne was concerned, the ice arrow did have to have been stuck in Ray's back. Nearly 10 of those, too. And yet Mileine accidentally raises her voice of confusion at the way she waves the Great Sickle without looking injured at all.

And the icebirds surrounding the carriage couldn't have missed such a definitive gap...

"Kick-ass!"

Two ice birds covered with ice cream stick their ice blades into Mileyne.

"Mr. Mileyne, don't be alarmed!

It was Ekril's unleashed arrow and the shield that the adventurer who came with me to support him that protected Mileine like that. Do you value ease of retrieval over defense, or small shields made of wood and skin, not metal, take an icebird couch. Then at the next moment, he waves his shield and slaps the icebird to the ground, stomping and smashing its head at the same time.

"Mileynuh, you're the leader of this rescue unit. Hold on!"

Returning to me to the words of an adventurer with a shield, Mileine flies her gaze to her surroundings in haste.

A large settlement has already been reached and the number of icebirds remaining has been cut by 20. After that, be careful not to be alarmed and decide that there will be no harm done to your allies.

"Ray, I'm sorry, but you need a basslero!

"I know...... Yikes!

The Death Size, wielded aloud with its voice, once again breaks Icebird apart and punches things like its guts and blood all over the ground.

But that's all. All you can do now Ray is tailor yourself and the icebird that came close to Basrello. You can't make an attack by packing a time from yourself.

"Hiku... Hiku..."

Because Basrello is crying and grabbing Ray's dragon robe hem.

Yes, a dragon robe. This was the seed of a trick that was done with some minor bruising damage when he said he ate Icebird's unleashed arrow of ice on his back properly. Only robes made with dragon skins and scales that are both highly resistant to physical and magical attacks were impossible to penetrate and inflict deadly damage on Ray in the form of ice arrows used by about Icebird.

"Don't cry! I guess you came along on your own in the first place! There's nothing you can do about it, but don't try to imitate it that's gonna get in our way right now. Kill your breath!

Vikri.

Basrello's body stiffens for a moment to Ray's fury, which was unleashed with frustration.

Still, I should say that I wiped the tears and put up with the fear and try to stare at the icebirds to keep them out of the way of the Rays.

The hand grabbing Ray's dragon robe hem remained intact without losing strength yet, but it was still a lot more helpful to Ray than being imitated crying and crying during the fight.

Flying slaughter!

More than I can move, I just have to extend the range of the attack. And as far as magic is concerned, it is not possible to carry out a wide-ranging attack because it is already in a state of turmoil. As a result, Ray chose Flying Slash, an easy-to-use death size skill.

The slaughter unleashed cuts two icebirds up and down, which were aimed at a gap above and above the ground, and rains blood, organs and meat straight to the ground.

"Caah!? Hey, what!? Huh? Wow, there's blood! Who did this to you?

Favel, who was unluckily directly under that rain, was screaming as he dyed that armor, sword and shield bright red with Icebird's blood.

While listening to that hysterical voice, Ray decides it would be better than being ambushed from above. Rather than responding to any screams he hears, he stays through and looks for his next target.

And then a few minutes. The number of icebirds continued to decline visibly, and at some point the number of icebirds was already three. One of the icebirds who noticed it raises a tall voice.

"Kikiki-ki-ki-yah!"

Perhaps that was the signal for withdrawal. As soon as I heard that voice, all the ice birds I had left feathered blue wings and rose to the sky, flying straight north.

"... saved you, huh?

Of all the escort adventurers watching how it went, the spear man shrugged unexpectedly.

"Whoa, whoa! Oh, my God, we saved you!

And the adventurer of a man with a sword who hears it raises a shout of joy.

At the same time that voice spread around, the adventurers who were originally hired as carriage escorts and the Mileynes who came as reinforcements cheered loudly.

Five minutes later, the joyful cheer of survival also subsided, and the adventurers and merchants, who finally could afford to look around, rushed around.

Icebird feathers, blood, meat, and guts spread throughout. And above all, of the merchant companions who had travelled so far together, one carriage had been completely destroyed and rendered unusable anymore.

The horse who was pulling the carriage has been killed, and six adventurers who were protecting the carriage have also become corpses and rolled to the ground. And naturally the merchants hiding in the carriage were at a similar end to adventurers and horses.

"... six adventurers, huh? Probably because they thought it was the most threatening, so they focused on Icebird first."

"Whew, whew!

Under Ray's feet whining, Basrello, who had seen a person's body for the first time, was spitting out objects in his stomach.

And at the end of such Ray's gaze, merchants in the merchants and escort adventurers, as well as Mileyne and the others who came from the city of Gilm to support them, gather the bodies and cremate them, or collect the merchandise that was loaded in the destroyed carriage, or the bodies of Icebird rolling on the ground.

The reason I'm cremating it is simple, because if I leave it like this, it can cause the plague, and it can undead without it. Plus, it could be eaten by other monsters. It was a cremation to prevent it.

The reason Ray isn't cooperating in that task is simple, because Basrello won't let go of his hand by holding Ray's dragon robe tight. There was no way Ray could take a crying and puking child to work with him, and Ray was supposed to be Basrello's amulet with Seto and a lookout around him.

"… sir…"

You finally calmed down after throwing up all the spitting stuff, and Basrello turns his gaze as he calls Ray's name.

Feeling that gaze, Ray turns his gaze toward Basrello.

"Remember. If you're going to be an adventurer, you're going to see countless sights like this."

……

Basrello turns his gaze to Ray's words to those who are putting up with nausea but cremating the body.

Then, after about 10 minutes, Ray's gaze is directed toward Basrello again.

"Basrello, why are you here? Didn't think you'd come and be a stepping stone?

"That's... but..."

I had confidence in the arm of the sword. And there is a real sense that this past week or so of training has further increased it. And he also got the word that he had a natural sense of attack. It was true that I heard those words and had some confidence in my power. And I heard the merchants on their way to this city were being attacked by monsters. In addition, adventurers are basically rested without work at this time of year. And many of those adventurers had banquets since daytime in a tavern that was co-located with the Alliance. Not enough power. It didn't take long for Basrello to make that decision.

Of course, the number of adventurers in the city of Gilm is more than enormous, not all of them are drunk at this time of year. Some of them train to consider this rest period to be a period to enhance themselves, and others read to devour books in the library to enhance their knowledge.

Even for the adventurers who banquet in the tavern, they don't spend every day self-depraved. In the first place, physical strength and combat technology are things that fade if you don't use them, and they say it generally takes three days to get them back when you take a day off. If he had spent the winter in such a state of self-depravity, perhaps the adventurer would not be able to demonstrate his strength as ranked when he resumed his activities in the spring.

As a result, there are many who are feasting on holidays between trainings.... but it is also true that some of them are genuinely self-depraved during the winter with a sweet look at the profession of adventurer.

Basrello, unaware of such circumstances, decided that he was not strong enough anyway. And he hid in the carriage's luggage so that even his own arm would be a force of war, and he came this far.

And the battle that actually started. Seeing it, Basrello actually sees it for the first time in his life: the exchange of real life. The battle of the adventurers who want to play flesh pieces, flying blood tides, screams of despair, and raw.

Basrello's heart is entwined by fear in such a sight that he has never seen before.

Still, if I could help, I put my sword up and went outside the carriage... but when it came to what Basrello did in the end, it was just in Ray's way.

"I just... got in the way of my teacher, what...?

"Right. I was only lucky to have been saved. A normal adventurer would have died.... because of you"

Ray nods without hesitation or mercy and pokes reality at Basrello's words, which he was asked to fear.

Hear the words. Basrello's face is distorted, tears spill from the edge of his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry... me, me..."

I was Ray watching Basrello leaking a whimper for a few minutes as it was...

"Gru."

Seto, who was similarly wary of his surroundings behind the rays, rubs his body against the rays to make a small noise and encourage something.

And in response to that Ceto's behavior, Ray, who sighed small, takes his hand out of the robe and places it gently on Basrello's head.

"Enough if you've figured out your recklessness. Fortunately, this robe of mine is a magic item, and with that kind of attack, it's almost ineffective."

That's what I tell you as I stroke your head with kushakusha.

"Besides, it's the last day I've been asked to do combat training. I didn't get hurt either, and you would have understood how reckless I was and what the real battle was like. Then, as it turns out, there was more profit."

"But, Doctor... me, me..."

Encouraged by Ray, Basrello himself can be more resourceful than ordinary children, and how reckless he was to act and how dangerous it was to the adventurers, including Ray. I don't stop crying as much as I can understand that, I even cry.

"Uh, I can't finish what I'm taking in, can I? What about the distribution of defeated monsters..."

It was the spear man, the leader of the adventurer who was protecting the carriage that Ray had headed for as reinforcements, who came to me with such sorrow for Ray.

"Distribution... right"

Get your hands off Basrello's head and look around. With regard to the body of the defeated Icebird, the adventurers have already joined forces to gather it in one place. I didn't need any difficulty finding it because it was piled up in the mountains, but the number that was the mountain was the problem.

There were more than 50 icebirds that were supposed to hit the carriage. However, the number of icebirds in that mountain did not exceed 30. The reason for this is simple, because the magic of Ray's unleashed flames burned it out without even leaving a body behind. Then, naturally, it was impossible to remove demon stones, crusade proof sites, or strippable materials, and nothing but Ray's overkill, even though it was about Da.

(And...)

It is in Ray's eyes that several adventurers brought by Mireine from the city of Gilm say and contend in front of that pile of icebird corpses.

It was obvious from the content of the story that we could hear leaks that we were rubbing about our share. What was fortunate for Ray was that Mileyne and Ekril, who were also familiar with him, were not in that ugly dispute?

That said, I'm more than an adventurer, I'm offering my strength for the price. I guess it's natural in that sense to boast about your handles and increase your rewards. Rather, Ray is a very rare category, not keen on rewards.

And even for the adventurers who were on the escort, it was only natural to want more rewards than the equipment was deteriorating and the need for replacement was emerging in this raid. However, there is no mistake that Ray and Seto were the most active players in this Icebird fight. For that reason, Ray wondered how much credit he would demand, and the man with the spear spoke out as a representative of the adventurers.

"Well, I'll have two icebirds, if that's all right."

Not having trouble with the gold itself, Ray told the two leaders of the escort group that he was looking for demon stones and icebird meat.