Legend

The adventurers who came on the spot were considerably less than when they left the city of Emosion.

Many warriors, like those equipped with leather armor with an emphasis on speed of movement, bandits who also believe in lightness, and heavily armed men who have been left behind by the likes of archers, some of whom say they are members of parties, but wizards who have been left behind because of their slow feet.

But there were many others who saw the Lem Race giant - at this point nobody thought it was a Lem Race yet - and gave up that there was nothing they could do.

What I saw on arrival at the scene were giant monsters whose heads were almost smashed and apparently dead, and Rays who were trying to recover a little strength by dropping their hips around the carcasses of those monsters.

One of the adventurers approaches the Rays as most of those who arrive at the scene are blinded by the giant corpse that spreads in front of them.

"Oh, man. You're the ones who did this monster, aren't you?

"... oh, we took him down"

Ray, who was reclaiming his strength by leaning against a sleeping ceto in a place where things like lem-race blood and flesh pieces weren't rolling, nodded small, and the egrets around it nodded as well.

Confirming it, the adventurer takes a small breath on the side of the Rem Race giant and opens his mouth again.

"If such a giant monster were so close to the city, we would soon find out. Where did all this come from? I don't suppose that's why you came through the ground?

"Right. He was in the ocean a while back."

For a moment the adventurer man looks out of the way, even saying he doesn't know what it means, to that word Ray muttered as if it were nothing.

At the same time, many of the adventurers who were listening to Ray and the man interact on the spot were the same.

Ray resting on the ground and the carcass of a huge monster nearly 30 m long rolling near it. The surrounding sights are terribly rough due to Ray's attacks, the water braces unleashed by the lem race and, above all, the effects of this giant jumping over and over again. I compare that again and again, and eventually another adventurer opens his mouth from asking Ray earlier.

"Could that be... lem racing... do?

It's Ray, who for some reason was obsessively targeted by the Rem Race. It's not that hard to imagine who that is if it were to be a giant monster that Ray defeated. However, I have seen occasions where ships have been attacked more than once, but it must have been entirely unexpected by the adventurers who rushed to the scene that they were monsters of such magnitude.

Almost everyone on the spot, including the other adventurers, had a staring look at Rem Race's body. Among other things...

"Oh, no, no, no!

A sudden scream echoes around me.

When the gaze of the adventurers who were on the spot in search of the Lord of that scream was turned, there was a little man in his 20s with a little cunning face.

He is waving his hand as he screams, shaking off the corrosive liquid attached to his hands by all his daggers.

The corrosive liquid was actually touching my hand for only a few seconds or so, but still the man's hand was scratched as if he had suffered a terrible burn.

But not everyone who watched it looked worried, but turned a frightened gaze towards a screaming man.

Because most of those on the spot understood what caused the screaming man to do so. In other words, I wonder what they tried to take away from the rem lace material so that no one else could find it.

"I'll tell you what, Rem Lace had the ability to secrete corrosive liquids on the surface of the skin. Touch the detour and you'll get a hand injury like that man.... Well, that's the adventurer, because he released his dagger, and the wound itself doesn't seem to be deep."

That word leaked out of Ray's mouth, a fellow man. The wanderers rush up to the potion.

Ray and I remember the pain in the flank as we watched how it went, but I notice that the pain is healing better than it was in battle, just as I should say.

(That's just Zeppyre flesh.... Well, even if the wound heals after the battle is over, it's subtle. No, given the long war, isn't it?

A short distance from Ray, who thinks in his heart that way, he had a harsh look on his face as several other adventurers held their hands and watched the man screaming.

The same thing happened to us when we were aiming at the Rem Race material, but we didn't have to move first.

"But how do you prove this is a lem race?

The first adventurer man to come and speak to Ray asks, inadvertently opening his mouth.

Words that make it smell that the Alliance and the city's upper echelons won't be convinced when they say they forcibly transferred and defeated the Rem Race that was off the coast of Emosion.

"I guess."

Even for Ray, of course it's half what I expected to be said that way. Even when I said I would force them to transfer in the first place, only Ray actually knew I was doing it, and the Egrets were just asked that Ray had such magic items, and if I tried being a resident of the city of Emosion, all of a sudden a giant monster nearly 30 meters long showed up not so far from the city. It was true that it was difficult to objectively make people admit that it was a lem race to be dead in front of them.

"Right, I hope me and Seto are flying at sea and there's no attack that seems to belong to Rem Race... no, that's for sure"

"I guess. At least the people up there won't be convinced by such uncertain circumstantial evidence. Why don't we stay in Emosion to a certain extent as a surer means than that and be confirmed that there will actually be no damage caused by the Rem Race?

To the man's words, Ray snorts that's all he's got. But he immediately turns his gaze towards the man and asks in wonder.

"Why are you doing that to me? At first, I thought it might be a good idea, but it's not like that."

Other adventurers who were voiced earlier were similarly nodding at such Ray's words.

Because many of the adventurers on the spot thought it was natural to try to get a little from Ray if he came here for me.

Of course it is rhetorical to try to strip monster material without permission, like the soothing bandit man earlier. But there is no problem if we make promises and make contracts based on mutual satisfaction.

But with such surrounding gaze, the man smiles bitterly and shakes his head.

"What, because in my case, unlike many adventurers who came here, you're from Emotion. If someone like Rem Race is going to disappear, you're welcome."

"I see."

Ray, who looks terribly convinced for just a simple reason, finally stands up after a break.

It was Egret, who stood up again as well, who called out for such a ray.

"Ray, as promised about the share of the reward, okay?

Egret looks great and upbeat when he says his favorite Paul Axe was destroyed with corrosive liquid. I knew why the moment I turned around. Because he had sharp fangs of his own length.

"... when. Very impressive."

I was Ray, who thought all about Egret was just a battle freak, but I snort and continue my words, admiring how it went.

"Oh, no problem. As promised, you take precedence over materials that may be used for weapons. Even so, you just blew your head off, but you used to have a whole fang like that left."

"What, you accidentally flew over here when your head blew off in your attack?... To be honest, I would have been in danger myself if I had flown in a little further."

"I can still laugh. You're amazing."

While sighing, Ray is unconvinced that his spiritual strength may be the source of Rank B Adventurers.

Turn your back on Egret, who is gathering fangs scattered all around him, asking the other adventurers on the spot to pick up their fangs with a few rewards, and turn your gaze again to the Rem Race, which is falling in a giant with about 30 meters on the ground.

"Now, the question is how do you dismantle it? I don't even know where it could be used as a material in the first place, and how to peel the skin out of the corrosive liquid before then. Just because you know the flavor is excellent, you can't let the meat rot like this."

As for the higher-ranking monsters… to be more precise, it is a story commonly known in this world that the meat of monsters containing a lot of magic is about delicious, so even as Ray, I was not willing to miss a huge chunk of meat in the future.

There is also the case of Seto, who is happily throating while watching Rem Race's body behind Ray, but more importantly because Ray himself had a desire to try it.

(It's long, and the dandelion... No, because it's this thick, can't it be dandelion? I don't have any soy sauce or sauce in the first place. Do you have it baked white and eaten with salt?

While trying to figure out how to eat inside, first remove the spear for throwing from the mistering.

Wave the spear wide enough to slash and tear the skin off the lemlacing with the tips of your ears, sideways spreading wide enough that the adventurers around you who were watching how it went didn't want to eat the convolutions. But...

"Shit, no way"

The tip of the swinging spear corrodes as soon as it touches the corrosive liquid that was attached to the skin of the lem lace, shattering and scattering without seconds.

"Hey, Ray. I know there's nothing you can do about it as long as you have that corrosive liquid, but why don't you skin it from where it's not?

"... I see"

Unexpectedly convinced to nod at Miloir's words heard from behind.

Because I was only thinking about peeling the skin off the torso, I couldn't think of a way to peel the skin off the neck near the head where the corrosive liquid was not attached to the skin, i.e. the head that had exploded.

"But that makes the skin a material... even more so now than the corrosive liquid is attached.... No? Not really."

At that moment, it was the fire whirlwind used in the last war against the Bestian Empire that passed Ray's brain. At that time, I used barrels packed tightly with chip ore and shards of blade used for lem racing for additional damage. Similarly, I wonder if the skin stained with the corrosive liquid from the lem lace would also be a vicious power if used in conjunction with the magic of my flames.

(Most importantly, in that case, it would turn into corrosive smoke and spread to the surrounding area, so it can't be used in a breezy place. indoors if you want to use it)

While thinking that way, stick the dagger for prey demolition removed from the mystering around the neck of the lem lace...

"Why not a normal dagger?"

Though the cutting tip sinks into the skin, there is no appearance of piercing.

I can't stand a blade trying to rip my skin off with my torso from my blasted head.

Just in case, cut the grass growing on the ground with a dagger, but you will be cut off lightly.

"Then... this way? I don't really want to use it to dismantle these corrosive or venomous monsters."

Exhale, pull the misrill knife out of the sheath hanging on your hips, and place the blade into the skin as you shed magic.

"Exactly this would have been okay. So, meat is okay with a regular dagger,"

The skin could not be cut unless it was a misrill knife, but exhaled relief that it could be cut with a regular dagger when it came to meat, and Ray spoke to the large number of adventurers around him.

"With Magic Items, you can peel off the skin of the Rem Lace. Also, when it comes to meat, even regular weapons can be cut. If any of you guys want a share in this, join me in dismantling it. I'll give you 20% of the meat each cut as a reward."

"Thirty percent!

"No, you can have 40%!

As soon as Ray told me that, I would hear such a voice from among the adventurers.

I guess it's from the thought of increasing my share at all...... when Chilari and Ray turn their gaze to Seto, they snort small with their throats ringing.

Even in Ceto, I understand that if you pay too much lem lace meat as a reward, you eat less of your own. That's why I immediately discerned Ray's intentions.

"If you have a complaint, you don't have to join. Also, Seto will be on alert over the sky once he participates in the demolition. The main vigilant opponent will be drawn to the smell of blood and meat from the lem race. Other monsters, but at the same time, they are watching to see if anyone participating in the demolition will sneak up on them. Whoever thinks you can mislead Griffon's eyes should try."

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Seto listens to Ray and squeals high.

Hearing that, the adventurers compromised by putting up with the reward at 20%, and would even hire other adventurers who were hesitant to dismantle it on the condition that they would give about half of those who participated in the cut as perimeter vigilantes.

Fortunately, it wasn't even noon yet, and on the spot, the Rays began dismantling while following a large number of adventurers.