Legend

The day of the showdown. The sun was on its face more than the day before, as if to support the Rays, and the sun was still pouring down just wondering if this was still the case.

The past few days have been blessed with much favorable weather, but only today it has never been clearer, making it more convincing to say Ning Lo Xia than Spring.

"It's still morning, but I need you to give me a break about this heat."

Miloir glances at the sun, who continues to insist intensely on resentment, with a fed up look on his face.

"Well, well. Mr. Miloir, if you think this is Harbor Street, you'll be more comfortable than inland for a minute with sea breezes."

The usual sword remains intact and tells Miloir to take it back as Hendeca carried the arrow barrel and bow.

"Sure, it might be cool enough to have a sea breeze, but I'm not fat enough to ignore the heat like him."

"Hmm? What about this amount of heat? More than that, there's no reason to be happy because we can finally fight the Rem Race. Especially yesterday's battle, when the opponent was too weak and the opposite made me stressed. Rem, before you fight the race, you just want to keep your body moving."

Miloir sighs unexpectedly at his partner's dialogue, as if a monster might strike at them walking down the street.

"You. Why are you so motivated to fight rem racing from now on?... Oh, because it's Egret"

"Exactly!

It was a word that could also be taken as an affront, but for some reason it is Egret who laughs with his chest up.

"Was there something about yesterday's battle? Nothing. I never heard of the city being raided or anything like that by a monster?

Hendeca asks without knowing how the story goes, but Miloir grins and approaches just to Hendeca's side, stroking its cheeks.

"Hendeca, there are things in the world that you shouldn't know?

"Ha, ha, yes!

To that sudden action, Hendeca's cheeks stain bright red with lighting and shame.

If you try Hendeca, Miloir is a rank B adventurer even though he's not five years away from himself, in a way he's more of a cloud person than Ray. Moreover, Miloir himself had a sufficiently neat face, and if such a beauty approached him so close that it was not strange for his cheeks to come into contact with his cheeks, he could not have been forced to be in this condition as a hendeca unfamiliar to women.

"E, egretto..."

To break the status quo, he was a Hendeca who spoke out to Egret, also Miloir's partner, but his pivotal egret had somehow put Shen in his arms, giving him dried meat taken from the porch in an upbeat mood.

"Kick, kick!

Shen also pecks the given dried meat with a delicious couch and makes an upbeat squeal.

(Oh, good)

Hendeca squeaks in her heart unexpectedly when she sees how it is. If you try Hendeca, you won't be able to support the demon Shen once he's stuck in his arms. No, if it's about a minute to be exact. Still, shouldn't it be possible to support it for a long time? That's why I honestly got the feeling of envy when I saw Egret holding Shen in his arms without incident.

"Hmm? What's up? Have you had enough of Miloir's opponents? I'm sorry, Miloir can be difficult. Friendly to the extent that it wouldn't hurt me if I could..."

The whip is wielded as if to block Egret's words, and the sound of the tip tapping the ground echoes around him.

"Egret, if you're selling me a fight, why don't you buy it?

"... a correction. Miloir is such a wonderful woman, I want you to understand her charm."

I'll flip the foreword lightly if you don't have the courage to defy Miloir, who is also taking on the difficult things in one hand.

In fact, if you try Egret, it's true that there are a lot of inconveniences if you even end up acting differently from Miloir. I'd say it's a judgment because I'm properly aware that I'm a brain muscle.

"Ah, haha. Right, because Mr. Miloir is certainly an attractive person."

All Hendeca could do was whine so much and mislead the place.

He keeps walking with such an exchange and eventually arrives in the meadow that he chose yesterday with Ray as a place to fight the Rem Race.

"Now, all you have to do is wait for Ray to use the magic item to force the lem race to transfer here."

"Even so, how can you use such a blatant magic item to force an enemy to transfer?"

"That's all you've decided Rem Race is a strong enemy, isn't it? In fact, you wouldn't be able to deal with a monster attacking you from nowhere without seeing you, if you weren't such a squid. Most…"

Egret tilting his little neck at the figure of his grunting partner so much.

I guess that was the same for Hendeca. Speak up to Miloir with a worrying look on his face somewhere.

"Mr. Miloir?

"No, it's my fault. I'm sure. Anyway, the only job we've been tasked with is stopping Ray here when Rem Race shows up."

I mouth that much and open my mouth with a sigh of sight of my partner giving me a disgruntled look.

"I guess that's okay if we can take Ray down by the time he gets here, but anyway, we just need to keep attacking Rem Race so he doesn't move out of this place..."

The space, about 10 m above, opens wide as if it were open even to the eyes… or to the mouth. What you see ahead is the bottom of the ocean.

Strangely enough, even though space is connected to the bottom of the ocean, there is no way for seawater to descend from the rift in space.

It was one with three people who were blinded by the sight they couldn't imagine, but the first person to return it to me was Egret, who was most looking forward to the battle against Rem Race.

"Coming, all ready for battle! Hendeca, step back and cover with your bow! Shen pulled it out of the air. Miloir always comes from mid range, I'll knock this guy in!

As Hendeca panicked somewhat to Egret's instructions, she lowered to the rear with a bow, and Shen went up to the sky with wings. Stand so that Miloir can wield the whip at any time, and Paul Axe, who also carried Egret.

When each one is ready for battle and ready to move into action at any time. Unexpectedly, a zurli and something fall from the rift of space to sound a huge earthquake to the surrounding area, shaking the three like earthquakes with the impact of the fall.

"That's..."

Is it Hendeca, or Miloir, who squealed so? The whining includes fear and fear, and both of them have a strong expression.

Only Egret had turned a belligerent gaze with a warlike grin on the existence that had fallen with a fierce grin, but still he had not been able to stop a cold sweat from appearing as soon as he saw the presence in front of him.

Its presence was large, long, and did it feel endangered by the fallen impact, or was not stopped by purple mucus coming out of the body. It is about 30 meters long, and the thickness of the torso is not enough for a large group of five men to join hands.

About half of the face is in the mouth, and it can be discerned from the appearance that there are several sharp fangs stretched out of that mouth. For some reason the first thing I had in my eyes was fear, but that quickly turns to anger. Still observing him to ask around without moving into action immediately was also a testament to the fact that the giant monsters that existed before the three of them possessed more than a certain amount of wisdom and intelligence.

"Cesar pent? No, for that it's very different in size and appearance"

Miloir groaned as confused, but that was also the answer.

"I mean, it's a rare or superior species of Cesarpent!?

Sea Serpent. It is a rank C monster by nature, but no matter how big it is, it will never exceed 10m in length, and the torso is about 3m thick. There's nothing like blowing toxic purple liquid out of your torso, and even if it's fangs, it's only big enough to fit in your mouth. And most importantly, if you were Cesar Pent, you would have been loyal to your instincts, and there was no such thing as wisdom or intelligence.

"It's a nice unexpected place for a big guy like this to come out. Cesar Pent is supposed to be a monster given Rank B overall considering the battlefield of Rank C and the ocean, but no matter what this looks like, it's Rank B in this state, and if you do it badly, it's Rank A equivalent."

Until a few minutes ago, it looked like a Cesar Pent monster called Rem Race because it was unidentified. Miloir talks quickly, desperately scratching his battles and deluding his trembling body.

Hendeca, who is only a Rank D adventurer, can only snort small in such a Miloir explanation. Forget the words I shouted about a few seconds ago, too, and I was on the verge of being swallowed of consciousness by the immense beings already in front of me.

Or Hendeca would have been heartbroken to do nothing if this condition had continued even in the next few seconds. But...

"Whoa, whoa! Rank B should have the same strength as us. What can't you do? Besides, all we have to do is stop Ray here until he gets here. I'm not freaking out!

Yelling as if to inspire myself...... No, Egret sharply shrinks his time with Cesarpent with Paul Axe in his hand by shouting and killing the fear that actually springs up from within him. So I guess you returned it to me. Miloir wiggles his whip, and Hendeca also squeezes his bow to release an arrow with a slight tremor.

"Kick, kick, kick!

And even for Shen, who was flying over, he strikes toward a being that seems even foolish compared to himself in front of him.

All to protect Hendeca, his own dear master.

"Shaaaaaaaa!"

But Cesar Pent takes all the attacks without doing anything but sitting still on the spot.

"Whoa, whoa!

The blade of Paul Axe, wielded to its full strength with the roar, slips into purple liquid as soon as it touches the skin of the swinging Cesar Pent, shifting it away in an unsightly direction while giving Egret a null feel at hand, and even more corrosive to the sight of the part of that blade.

At the same time, Hendeca's unleashed arrows flew in an unspoilt direction as soon as they touched the wet skin with purple liquid.

The only thing that worked was Miloir's swinging whip. The moment the tip of the whip touches the skin, it quickly returns the wrist and passes its impact inside the sea serpent. But there's no way a whip blow could be fatal damage to a giant body nearly 30 meters in length, and on the contrary, it just ends up halfway to capturing Cesar Pent's attention.

"Hey... what am I supposed to do with this..."

He was an unexpectedly grunting Miloir, exposed to the eyes of Cesar Pent.

Between this time and Ray's arrival, the three and one will challenge a desperate battle.

Time returns, when Ray was still flying with Seto over the shores of Emosion.

Arriving far enough from the city to a position that only looks like a dot from the harbor, Ray opens his mouth as he looks around.

"Grimm, isn't it time? Fortunately, he hasn't been attacked by the Rem Race yet, but he'll be attacked within a short distance. Before I do, I'd like to ask for a forced transfer."

'Hmm, right. Even this one. It's tough to stay under the sun forever. It would still have been nice if there had been at least a cloud.'

Leaving Ray himself unaware of anything, Ray is small and breathtaking to see Grimm floating next to Seto at some point.

Though I called on Grimm with words, no way, because I didn't expect him to show up abruptly without any precursors in this way.

"Fofofofo, sometimes surprising. I made a promise this time, so I was ready to move on."

"... well. I guess I should say that."

I guess it's unique to Rich, who has lived through a time of perpetual robbery, not to make himself and Seto understand any signs.

While convincing himself that way, he calms down as he strokes Seto's neck, which strengthens his body for a moment on Grimm, also a mighty monster who suddenly appears next door.

I smiled at one and one of those - neither Ray nor Seto realizes that, beyond the fact that his face is a skeleton - but still looks unpleasantly at the light of the sun that burns himself in an extended way.

If Ray and Seto were as calm as usual, they would have noticed something black that was slightly leaking out of Grimm's body.

For Rich, sunlight is also equivalent to poison. That doesn't change making it a grim to live for a long time. Even now that we are having this conversation, we are still being burned, albeit slightly.

'Well, we don't even have time. It's time to start.'

Grimm to whine and concentrate his magic. Here and now, the magic of a grimm living thousands of years was about to manifest itself.