Legend

Under his eyes the meadow spreads, and in its green carpet there are potatoes and things like white and tea dots.

It looks dotted because it is taking considerable altitude and flying, but its white and tea dots are bicorns that are sleeping on the meadows, and Seto looked down at it from the sky high.

"Grrrrrrrr......"

I usually act with Ray, but now it's just me. Though feeling a little finesse and loneliness in the situation, Seto turns to the bicorns, who are slightly throbbing and conscious.

Shty's proposed operation was very simple: Seto approached the herd of bicorns without hiding any signs, and drove them to where the Rays were. There is no way that an operation that would otherwise have been so simple and could not have been called an operation would have led to a bicone that would have formed a herd and hunted.... yes, it should be.

This time, however, it was Griffon's ceto that drove the bicorn herd away, and the difference in character from the bicorn was obvious. That's why it was obvious that Bicone would sense it and just get away with it if Seto approached him without hiding any signs.

After flying over and passing directly above the flock of bicorns and moving to the other side of it, wings are winged...... descending to the ground.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

While clearly indicating that I am here, that the presence of Griffon is after you.

"Hihihihihihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

We're approaching where we belong, an overwhelming sign of character. One of the first bicorns to notice it hisses high, and at the next moment he rises from the meadow where he slept, in the opposite direction of Seto approaching him… i.e. he rushes toward the one where the Rays are waiting.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

While confirming that, if a few of the herds try to get to a different location from where the Rays are, they use skills such as windarrows and water polo to adjust the direction of the bicone's escape.

That would probably have reminded the shepherd dog if anyone had seen it from the side.

... I'm a shepherd dog with enough performance to be vicious.

"Brrrrrrrrrrrr!"

"Hihin!"

Even when trying to move away from the herd, a water polo lands in its direction of travel, causing grass and earth to bounce. Alternatively, the windarrows are continuously released to slash and tear the grass in the direction of bicorn progression one after the other.

Surprised by it, the bicorns scream but run to those where the Rays are waiting as one herd remains.

At one point he sees the head of the herd deviate from its destination and flies around the proximity of the herd in small pieces to adjust the position of the herd… the herd of bicorns continues to run for about 15 minutes, eventually the figure of those who included Ray at the end of Seto's vision enters his eyes.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Delivery to Ray, who is at the end of his gaze, and Seto, who squeals high.

I guess I heard that voice. The Rays set up their own weapons to wait for the approaching bicorn.

Time goes back a little.

The Rays were each ready for weapons, as if they were going to employ Shty's maneuvers and wait for the flying Seto to kick out a herd of bicorns.

Remove the Death Size and Throw Spears from the Mystering and be gazed at by those who are new to the immensity of the Death Size, as well as Roble, Shty and Ones, each holding a spear, bow and arrow, a dagger and his own weapon in his hand, so that he can dive into the tall grass and wait.

It should be noted that the carriage is kept a little further from this place set as a battlefield, so that it does not interfere with the battle.

Shty also worried that it might be somewhat dangerous given that other monsters might raid him, but Roble insisted that it would be more dangerous to keep the carriage packed right around the corner fighting the bicone, and even though it was a rank-up exam, it didn't make sense to attach someone to the carriage as an escort, which ended up packing the carriage where it looked like a compromise, and if the monsters raided it, the master rushed under the Rays.

"Hey, you said Ray or something. You got a minute?

Suddenly a voice can be called to Ray, who was hiding in the shadow of the grass.

Ahead of Ray's gaze, who turned around, was Arnicht, a nobleman who should also have to be protected during the bicorn crusade.

"What? As you can see, I don't know when a bunch of bicorns will be kicked out. If you're running errands, do it quickly."

"Oh, of course. I'm not going to talk about it that complicated even over here. … so. Let's get straight to it. I'm sorry, but I want you to fail this exam on purpose."

"... what?

I don't know what the person in front of me is saying. Ray accidentally turns such a gaze towards Arnicht.

Open your mouth after seeing if the person in front of you is real for a few seconds or if it is also sane.

"Why? I hear the bicorn herd is ferocious and may have an impact on material procurement in the city of Guild, too?

"That's why. Actually, I have a little handover. If a flock of bicorns thins the material on the edge somewhat, it will be profitable for us. What do you say?"

Ray frowns uncomfortably at such Arnicht words.

"This request is combined with my rank-up exam... No, that's the more important thing? You want me to intentionally miss a bicone in that state?

"Of course I'll give you the right gratuity. I hear you're collecting magic items?

"... you know me well"

"It's natural to look into who you're going to have negotiations with, isn't it? So, what do we do?"

It was Arnicht urging him to reply, but Ray makes a decision without even a moment of worry.

"Sorry, but I say no. I do collect magic items, but the former is better when I think of it in rank B and the magic items you offer me. Besides, you're talking to the next Baron, and that would only have enough magic items to buy with the money I have, wouldn't it?

"Gu,... well, fine. If you say no, I can't help it either. It's not really a necessary profit. But I'd advise you not to share my suggestion with anyone else. If you want to pass this exam."

He was Arnicht, who would tell him to threaten him somewhere, but Ray answers with a small shoulder to it.

Already his gaze was off Arnicht, and he stood as if there was no problem whenever Seth had driven out a flock of bicorns.

You must have seen that attitude and decided it was okay. Arnicht says nothing more in particular, but walks away from Ray's side.

(Now, is this matter part of the exam, or is it from Arnicht's own financial greed?... which one, you should only report to the Residence)

Thinking about how we're going to act inside, we're eventually able to see what a monster looks like in the form of a potpout and a horse from across the meadow.

Determining that Seto's push is going well, Ray turns his gaze around.

Naturally, no one is exposed within sight. Because it is unclear how the evicted bicorn will move, it is naturally ambushed to spread across the board.

But just because you can't see him doesn't mean you can't hear him...

"They'll be here soon!

With that voice, each sets up his own weapon and waits.

Among other things, Shty, with his bow as a weapon, was able to attack from a distance against the bicone being driven by Seto, and was likewise tasked with cutting the battle lid, sometimes with a longer range than Ray, who was able to attack from a distance by flying slaughter skills and throwing spears.

Even if everyone in this room is a Rank C Adventurer, and they don't have to cope with bicorns alone, they nevertheless have become this option without having to imitate them to take an inadvertent risk.

If they were, they would deflect their path if they realized they were being targeted by arrows from afar. But there's no way Seto could have done such a long imitation than follow him from behind. Therefore...

"Huh!"

The moment he shrinks to a distance of about 500 m and decides that he has entered the range distance, Shty releases the arrow that was on his bow.

If you consider that the range of bows used by ordinary hunters, who are neither adventurers nor anything, is around 100m, you will see how protruding the archer Shty is. Conversely, because you have so much ability, you can rise to the rank C adventurer, and you can take the rank-up exam.

The arrows released from Shty's bow descend into the bicone as they draw a mountainous orbit towards themselves, hitting one torso in the flock of bicones.

"Hihihihihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

A bicorn screaming at the pain, but still not stopping my legs. The speed has slowed somewhat, but he's still moving his legs desperately trying to escape the impending death from behind.

"See, give me Shty's bow arm!

Though Roble thinks he's hiding, and he hears boastful voices coming from long grass lengths, Shty says nothing to it, but next he releases an arrow.

Exactly at this distance, I can't imitate that I can let the arrows fall like rain, but the arrows continue to pour down into the flock of bicorns one by one without interruption.

And unfortunately many arrows pierced bicorns, or bicorns with arrows hitting their thighs and feet, fall to the ground without being able to run any further, and are trampled by bicorn hooves running behind them and sprinkled with their lives.

Or slower bicorns are left from the herd to be caught up by a looming ceto from behind... lightly scattered with a blow to the forefoot.

The Bicone herd falls off as a result of Shty's attack, or hurts but approaches the Rays waiting for them.

When that distance reaches about 100 m, Ray starts throwing his spear from where he was hiding, using all of his muscle strength toward the bicone.

The spear, released as if slashing and tearing the air, penetrated the torso of one of the bicorns that was pushing the lead and stabbing it into the torso of the individual behind it, and finally stopped.

The nobles and Robles watching the throw are stunned by its power and range, shown to have just thrown a spear.

Shty, in particular, had forgotten the very act of shooting arrows, albeit a few seconds too flashy.

"Shh!"

Hearing Roble's reprimanding voice when he realizes about it, he rushes to start shooting arrows again.

Ray had also noticed how it was going, but he gave priority to reducing the number of enemies anyway rather than speaking up, taking the spear out of the mysteries and continuing to throw it with muscle strength that could be described as extraneous, then skewering the bicones one after the other.

Just like the first time you throw, you can't have as many two bicorns in a single throw. However, they still tailor two or three bicorns several times.

However, even on the bicorn, he was desperately trying to escape from the impending ceto from behind, and there were a few individuals inside who pushed along without slowing down at all, even though they were pierced by spears.

And...... eventually that bunch of bicorns suffer countless wounds, many of them shedding off but entering the hidden meadows of the Rays.

"Uh-oh!

The first thing that popped out of the hidden grass was a naturally bloody robre.

With a spear of about 2 m in his hand, he protrudes sharply towards the bicone that is coming straight towards us.

Protruding with the power of a wolf beast man, its spear easily folds the two horns that the bicone was about to greet and pierces its head.

(Heh, you just put it in your mouth and your arm stands)

Ray watches the weapon in his hand as he switches from spear to death size for throwing and whines inside.

Keep it up and jump out in front of a bunch of bicorns at once...

"Ha-ha-ha!

As if Reaper were to mow his soul, he severs the neck of the bicorn.

There is no way that a magical death-sized blade can be prevented by a corner that can't even accept Roble's spear, and every time that giant blade flashes, a bicorn neck bigger than a lined horse is severed, and its head dances in the air.

After a moment, blood erupts from the cutting surface, dyeing the surrounding area with the colour of blood.

I guess Ray's figure of swinging Death Size like dancing in that, or unleashing the magic of flames, was certainly something worthy of being given the alias Deep Red.

At the same time, just because he couldn't beat Ray like that, he also stuck Roble's spear, stabbing him in the torso of a bicorn who was also trying to escape the arrows he unleashed, and Ones was thorough in following Roble, who tended to escort or protrude out of him.

Even more deadly for Bicone, Seto finally catches up from behind and wields his forefoot, or one life after another with a sharp blow by Kuchibashi.

"Watch the corners!

Ray screams like that just in case, but bicorns are only rank D alone in the first place. For the first time in a group, it will be the same rank C as the Rays, but there is no way that it can demonstrate its collaboration in a state where Ceto is chasing us from behind and we are in a state of half panic... Ultimately, Ray severed the neck of an individual about one turn larger than the other bicorns, supposedly leading the herd, and the extermination of the bicorn herd would end quickly.