Legend

"Cloudy? If it's spring sunshine anyway, it's about adding a touch of glamour to my victory..."

One man looks up at the sky and groans abominably as he sees the clouds that are spreading as if to cover and hide the sun, unlike earlier.

There was a sword in its hand, and the armor and cape were a gorgeous but pragmatic substitute.

There is currently a man in front of the tent at the headquarters of the Royal Mireana Army. And there are all the nobles around except those who were in the tent until earlier, who saw the magic of Ray and were confused, spreading to see the battle to be fought.

There is nothing wrong with that in itself. Because it is an opportunity to inform the surroundings of one's strength, and above all because one can carve out the existence of oneself to a man's scorching princess general. At the same time, it is equally true for Filma, the general of the aristocracy.

(He would be the Knights Commander of the Knights of the Duke of Kelp, but his interpretation is the Lord's second son. Why don't you give me a little of your share and give me an order, the next head of the Marquis Imarhen family)

While spitting ill against Filma inside, I turn my gaze to you because I have someone who hates me more than that.

There you are, a person wearing a robe that seems to have some magical effect. He's less than a head a minute taller than himself, and he's still a child.

But Renodis had no intention of doing anything with anyone like that. Because the child in front of me, Ray the Adventurer, had an extremely unpleasant gaze at me. Its gaze as if it did not even deal with the existence of nobility at all, its gaze thrown at itself, a figure in heaven if you try to be an adventurer, is not very acceptable if you take it to Renodis, who has pride in being noble.

Or maybe the story would have been different if Ray hadn't taken a familiar attitude with General Princess against him without knowing himself. And Elaine also has a cheerful attitude toward Ray. That was absolutely unforgivable for Renodis.

(Lord Elaine, too, would correct the mistake if I slapped this filthy adventurer. And eventually marry me to connect each other's houses...)

He wasn't aware of it at all, but the biggest reason Renodis would antagonize Ray is due in large part to Elaine's attitude.

The action taken by Elaine the day before when Arla and Renodis collided. It wasn't about doing something about Ara, it was about destroying the sword Renodis had. In other words, for Renojis, it was seen that Elaine was on Ray's side with Ara more than herself, and she was supposed to make him feel strongly jealous of Ray. It is tragic in this case that the person is not aware of that...... or it must have been a comedy.

Without even thinking about the circumstances before or after that, only one strong impression was made that Elaine had sheltered Ara and Ray, and the woman, Ara, was jealous of Ray, the man anyway, and furthermore heard that Ray would be assigned to the ranks ahead, just like herself, and the jealousy she had turned to hatred with ease.

"Oh, my God, you're ready! Let's see if you really have the strength to get ahead of us!

Scream sharply and pull the sword out of your hips so that the battle can begin whenever you want.

Ray, who was watching that, turns his gaze towards Dusker only for a moment. And make sure you snort small before expanding the list of mysteries into the back of your brain. Take out another death size that you can call yourself, created with Seto in Warcraft.

"Item box!?

"No, wait. Isn't it just a space expanded object, not an item box? I didn't know any adventurer had an item box... and such an unnamed child."

"Your Lordship, the information is out of date. Don't you know that the Larks Army has exceptionally better food conditions than our army? I was talking about having an item box to cover it... but it's probably him."

"I heard the story, but when you actually look at an item box like this with your own eyes, it's a different shock."

Dusker smiles bitterly as he listens to the nobles around him.

There are those who snort silently at the neutral who talk to them, but whose eyes are obviously changing color when they check what's going on around them. That's not one or two, either. More than half of the nobles on this scene were sending a gaze of desire about Ray's item box. There is, of course, a degree of difference. From someone called "Item Box or Like," "That's all the magic items. Whatever it was, let it be your own with any hand, 'even varied.

(Oh man. Well, given the scarcity and convenience of the item box, it's not impossible either. I can't help it, do you want to keep it in tow?)

He whines inside and opens his mouth in such a way that he can hear the nobles around him by making them appear to respond to his fellow neutrals.

"Sure, the item box is valuable, but they have pretty strict restrictions on users for that matter. It seems that the wavelengths of magic vary subtly from individual to individual, and if someone other than the user tries to use them, it will be quite terrible. The item box itself remembers the magic of the first person to use it, so that it can never be used except by the user."

"... terrible things, what?

Dusker continues to explain as he feels the gaze of the nobles, who seemed to have a deep gaze around him, pointed at him, unaware of it.

"Well, I don't know the details… Still, it's an alchemist trick that can make magic items about the item box. At least I don't think I want to take that trick."

Almost all the aristocrats who had heard that word leaked out of Dusker's mouth and were trying to clear their ears and gather some information had an unfortunate look on their face. Yes, most of them. Some of them don't give up listening to Dusker, and a few of them are turning their cloudy gaze to Ray.

(These guys are cautious)

It was a dusker to think that way, but Ray and Renodis were still about to cross the blades behind bars with such an exchange between nobles.

"You can always get ready over here.... Come."

Try to provoke me to hang it with my left hand finger as I grip the Death Size pattern with my right hand.

There is no way that a prized Renodis can stand to be imitated like that in front of him. In the next moment, he quickly shrinks his distance from Ray as he kicks the ground and sets up his sword.

(It does step in fast. But it seems easy to get on with provocation...)

From the provocative look a few seconds ago, Ray has a discouraged look on his face somewhere. But the look turns to stunning at the next moment.

"Ha!

I thought I'd take Ray in between swords and wave the sword down as it were, and the next moment I'm in time, I'll kick the ground and jump straight to the side. At the same time, use the momentum your feet have gained to the ground to release a sharp flash of horizontal claws toward Ray's flank...

Gimp!

A tall metal sound echoes around.

"Well, stop my blow. Sounds like a lot of arm for an adventurer. Or is it the power of a giant weapon, like that idiot?

"Well, I wonder what you're talking about."

Ray returns the word by erasing the stunned look that was floating a moment ago while accepting the sword in a Death Size patterned part.

"Nevertheless, I didn't even know you had a scratch from the blow of my demon sword. Where did an adventurer like you get such a high-performance magic item?

"Envious? Well, I don't know how you're gonna get it."

"Bullshit!

Ray takes the sword waved by the horizontal giraffe again, with a death-size pattern.

A metal noise that is even higher than the previous one, called Ginn, echoes around.

The sound of metal sounds the same as earlier, but there was only one thing different. That's...

"Guh,... stupid, it's like I slashed it on a wall too... no, I would slash it with a metal wall right now!

Leveraging the Death Size and the impact of the bump intact, Renodis distances himself from Ray and squeals with an eyebrow at the paralysis of his hand. Ray was the only one who would have heard it because it was something that was squealed in his mouth alone.

While Ray's own rigidity also increased, Death Size's own weight was overwhelming, and at the same time Ray's magic flowing into Death Size was also overwhelming. Even if that was the Devil's Sword, it would have been smashed and scattered the moment it hit against the Death Size pattern if it wasn't for the extra high performance. Considering that, it can be said that the Renodis Demon Sword, which can still be used as a weapon, is a fairly high-performance object.

I pull the power out of my hand from the pattern of the Devil's Sword, which I was trying to do something about my hand paralysis, but Ray wasn't sweet enough to miss it either.

"Well, it looks like your offense is over, and it's our turn next. I was making fun of people. Can you at least beat the first attack?

The moment I hear that word, a blood vessel rises on Renodis' fractional faceted forehead.

Try Renodis, the adventurous style wasn't the kind of word you could use against a nobleman like yourself.

"Fire, burn your enemies according to my will"

Ray casts a spell quickly. At the same time, magic is activated to create a fireball about 30 cm in diameter in the death-sized stone-piercing area.

"Whoa, is that giant sickle also a magic activator!?

"With the item box in your hand, even magical initiators like that. I guess I could say I do have the strength to do it..."

Ray waves a death-size pattern while listening to the aristocracy's favorite voices watching him around.

"Fireball."

The fireballs unleashed fly through the sky towards Renodis.

Fortunately, it would have been something that could never be said to be faster. Of course, Ray dares to drop it.

As a result of being evaded and causing harm to the nobles around me, I am still not to blame on Dusker.

"You're willing to insult me for thinking you can do something about me with that degree of magic!

Because Ray's unleashed magic speed is slow, he must have decided it was a combat style to use magic as an aid. When I kicked my body off the ground and tried to pass by the side of a flying fireball just because I could read it in my hand and there was no problem...

Pattin '.

The sound of a finger ringing echoes around him, and the next moment a fireball that was directly next to Renodis causes a grand explosion.

Fortunately, it was a very small explosion, so there was no damage to the nobility who was the audience, only to the extent that Renodis himself suffered minor burns.

But Renojis, who didn't think there would be a sudden explosion next to him, couldn't possibly cope with that sudden action and would be blown straight to the side.

"Guh!"

Still, it was the pride of the aristocracy and Renodis' own forged judgment that supported him by piercing his sword tip to the ground, rolling around the ground and not polluting his body with dirt.

Surely Renojis, who has done the blow he has done now, has more than he has ever done when it comes to combat ability, and is probably above the adventurers around it. But that is only to say that he is more than lined up.

"Look, there's an attack on your torso. Prevent it or avoid it."

Death size that is deliberately swinging across the horizontal giraffe, even talking about where the attack took place.

Renojis also aggressively tries to take it with the Devil's Sword, but only for a moment, but the defensive action is delayed, to pull it out because the tip of the sword was piercing the ground. And that moment becomes a deadly one.

"Wow!"

If you put up a demon sword firmly to prevent Ray from striking, you would still have been able to withstand it to some extent. Because the demon sword that Renodis had was a pretty high-performance magic item that he was able to meet with Death Size. But it is also only if it is a full attitude, and halfway defensive action will rather be directly linked to the outcome of this battle.

Renodis is blown straight to the side with the Devil's Sword in his hand. The grown man, most of the nobles around him doubted their eyes at the sight of the weight of wearing half-plate armor blowing straight to the side as well.

Only three of them didn't have a startling look on their face when they saw the sight. Only Dusker, Elaine, and Filma.

Even the neutral nobles, who had been asked by Dusker in advance about Ray's strength, are inadvertently rubbing their own eyes against the sight played out in front of them.

With such a stunning gaze turned, Ray slowly walks over to Renodis, who is falling to the ground and soiling his entire body.

Until this battle began, armor that should have been polished to the point of reflecting the sun's light was now painted on the soil, with several small scratches made by rubbing the ground on the face as well.

"Goddamn it... this, this me..."

It was Renodis who poked the demon sword in his hand to the ground and managed to stand up to support it, but the damage he took from Ray was too great to do so.

Slowly advance to Renodis, which cannot rise due to the current blow… and a death-sized blade is gently placed on its neck muscle.

Later, if you pull the pattern, that would be the only way Renodis' neck would leave the torso.

……

Still, it was Renodis staring at Sang Ray, but regardless, Ray turns his gaze to Arius the King, who is also the chief officer of the scene.

"... that's it"

Even as Arius, you understand that any more combat will only reduce our own combat power in vain, giving a signal to stop the fight.

The aim of the Kings is to drain the power of the aristocrats, neutrals, but that's why some ruled that there was no point in losing the war by reducing it too much before the war began.

As the voice echoed around him, Renodis nevertheless turned his hateful eyes to Ray.