Legend

"Whoa, whoa!

A spear protruded with a roaring voice pierces the flank of one man to all the leather armors.

"Gu, this mutton fish..."

A man with a dagger and a man with a long sword come forward as if to cover it as the man lowers back as he holds down his pierced flank.

While sheltered by those two, the man pierced his flank takes the potion out of his nose and swings it to the pierced wound, healing the wound.

"Nact!"

"I know!

A man with a spear, a word that returns instantly when Esetus calls behind his back.

Essethus relieves himself of his partner's words while he is back to back, but when he realizes that he is in a hurry to stay in Nact's words, he can't even be relieved, and sharply stares at the person surrounding him.

There are currently two people, Esetus and Nakt, in the back streets of a painting close to a slum among the Exils.

I got here while I was listening all over the city for information about the recent missing person, but it was raided as if I'd been waiting for it.

Or you might have thought it was the work of theft because if it were normal, this would be near the slam.

... but the decisive reason why this was not the crime of theft was for the man Esetus had speared earlier.

Because...

"Where did you guys take Teevia?! Confess to me!

The cry of Esetus echoes around.

Yes, because one of the men who attacked me was undoubtedly the one who grabbed Tevia before and amputated Gort's limbs.

"Oh, you know what?"

The man who healed his belly wound in a potion tells Esetus so and opens his mouth again as if to provoke him in the next moment.

Not until… for a moment, but still, the wound healed clearly faster than normal potions, which showed that the potions used by men were more potent potions than those sold in the store.

The man opens his mouth to provoke as he feels the wound heal rapidly.

"Well, maybe I'm seeing a lot of delights by now.... I don't think so. Even with one arm, even with all those good women."

A man with a nitrous grin and a tongue licking his pepper and mouth.

The blood instantly rises on the head of Esetus, who sees the modus operandi, and again sets up a spear and takes a step forward.

"Oh, my God... oh, my God!

Spears wielded with blood up their heads in anger gained power where they didn't have to, and the speed of spears protruded was clearly dull compared to an earlier blow.

Slip yourself along the pattern while one of the Raiders with the Long Sword recieves a protruding spear...

"Esetus!"

As soon as the blade attempted to reach the hand of Esetus, who was holding the pattern of the spear, the dagger thrown by Nact approached the man of the long sword, and the man of the long sword who sensed it leaves Esetus light.

(Damn, these guys are usually strong... I don't think they were this strong when Teevia was caught)

Nact calmly analyzes his opponent's power inside as he pulls a new dagger out of his hips sheath.

(9 enemies, 1 wounded but still recoverable in potion to return to battle)

Chirali, and gaze at the enemies around you who are watching how you get out.

Sometimes it's close to a slum, and I'm sure I won't let you get away with it already. Still, I was watching the gap between Esetus and Nakt without alarm.

"What are you guys, imitating Teevia... no, it's like attacking an adventurer!?

Esetus shouting with anger on his words, but the men surrounding him lay down their weapons without saying anything in particular.

I guess the reason that the weapons the men have are long swords, even the longest ones, is because we understand that this is the whole city and that long weapons are difficult to get around.

In fact, Esetus' spear was not able to do one of the basic operations of the spear, which was to be dealt with only by poking.

Besides, it still shows that Esetus has extraordinary strength in the vicinity of wounding one person.

"You guys were too persistent. I even got into the Silva family. That's why I'm seeing this."

The first man to be pierced by Essethus tells him with a mocking grin.

"Ogle, you talk too much. Give me wasted information and what to do."

One of the men tells him to reprimand him, but the man called Ogle doesn't look like he cared at all, and opens his mouth.

"These guys are going to die here anyway. Then you can let him have some souvenirs.... and that one-armed woman is going that way soon. Then it's my kindness to send these guys to the same place, don't you think? Holy..."

"Ogle!"

A man who doesn't let Ogle speak to the end and speaks a stronger reprimand than earlier.

(I see. As far as listening to these guys, is Teevia still alive for less)

Having heard the words, Nact holds hope, but immediately thinks about how to break the status quo.

Each of us is strong enough to be on par with ourselves... and if we do poorly, we have 9 opponents with the upper strength. Normally we fought, but no matter how, we didn't win.

(In that case, we'll have to escape.)

Blood rises on his head with chillies, his face turning bright red with anger and his gaze at Esetus, who is staring at the man known as Ogle.

There's a clue to our captive companion, and he's even provoking this one. Tell him I'm getting out of here very much, but I don't think he'll understand that.

(Do something, get these guys upset... Anything? Something... Something...)

Nact desperately turns his mind around as he holds the dagger in his hand that surrounds him.

Arrange the words and actions of the raiders, and everything else, in your head, and eventually notice one discomfort.

The earlier words of a man called Ogle. My buddy blocked me on the way to say something, that word.

"Saint...?

The men surrounding him are slightly upset by that word Nact uttered.

I didn't know what caused the upset, but it's still definitely a one-of-a-kind opportunity for Nact and Esetus. Like an arrow released from a squeezed bow, he kicks the ground and leaves forward.

The spear, which Esetus quickly poked at, poked one man's right shoulder to sew through a gap in leather armor, was quickly pulled through, and the tip of the spear, which was poked out again, destroyed the pochette, which had been lowered to the man's waist.

Gashari, and Pochette getting wet while watching at the same time making noise.

The container of potion in it was destroyed and overflowed.

The container of potion also looks like glass at first glance, but has its fruitful considerable sturdiness. It's only natural that it shouldn't be broken by the impact when it was moving, but it wasn't as sturdy as it would have been if it had been okay to take a spear blow.

"Become!"

"I knew you had potions too!

Nact's dagger flashes next to such an esetus, slashing and tearing both eyes of one man. The following blow also slashes and tears the other's eyes, instantly rendering the two of them incapable of combat.

"Damn it!

I guess I was drastically elevated when I saw my buddy get hit. One of the men surrounding him waves his long sword down as he screams.

"Chi!

Nact twisted herself to the brink, half-hearted and dodged a blow, but at the next moment he was pounded through the gap and reached the ground with his butt without being able to dodge the kick released by crouching.

"Nactoto!?

As the voice of Esetus sounded, one of the men tried to wave his long sword down to Nakt with his buttocks on the ground, at that time...

Something flying at a tremendous speed hits the sword's body and strays from its orbit.

"Become!?

Totally unexpected attack. The men were attentive to the signs around them because they understood that what they were doing was dangerous when they were exposed under the day.

But I couldn't detect any sign of the man who attacked me now.

That's not the end of any further anomalies.

The men who surrounded Esetus and Nakt notice that something is rapidly approaching them.

It's like killing and fighting has been stripped out, there is such a thing.

It was only moments later that it was found out what kind of person its existence was.

When I wonder if something purple appeared in the sight of the men for a moment, the next moment I lose my mind and fall into the spot.

In just a few blinks, four of the seven other fighters, besides the two whose eyes were slashed and torn apart by Nact, fell unconscious and into the ground.

The remaining three open their eyes and turn their gaze to that appearance that suddenly appeared.

It was as if we stood between ourselves and our target, Esetus and Nakt, trying to block each other, to that appearance.

The look of her scratching up purple hair with her armor was, in a nutshell, a woman who could even be described as luscious.

He wears clothes that are not strange for dancers and whores to wear, like multiple layers of thin clothes, and strips out white, fleshy feet and arms, but his hands and feet are equipped with armor and toenails, and that's the only way he manifests himself as a warrior.

... No, a woman's eyes, full of struggle and fighting desire, than those hands and feet, would be what she deserves as a warrior.

Even with a luscious look that invited men, the men knew the woman whose essence was just to seek a struggle.

"Mad Beast Vihera......"

"Pfft, you seem to know my name. From what I've seen, you guys seem to be able to use it quite a bit... but what about attacking two people in a place like this for that?

"It won't matter to you. Don't stick your neck in it. Just disappear."

"As far as I'm concerned, that's fine.... but my lady tells me there's a better fight. And my partner."

Chirali, and.

It was the girl... no, she was still the kind of person who deserved to describe herself as a child, who pointed her gaze at the likelihood of losing her reason if she was the majority of men.

"Mmm."

The little girl returns only one short word and looks at the men with a few 10 cm needles between her fingers.

I suppose you understood that the needle was the reason it missed the blow of the long sword that was supposed to be swinging down to Nact earlier. From a gaze directed at a child to a gaze directed at an alert opponent.

"... leave. It's none of your business. You won't get caught rubbing yourself."

One of the remaining men urges the dagger he had toward the one with no one.

But it was Vihera's provocative grin that returned to it.

"Unfortunately, these two are acquaintances of someone I'm obsessed with.... Is that right?

"Mmm."

Buune nods briefly to Vihera, who asks as if to confirm.

As a bandit, Büne dives into the dungeon and, naturally, gathers information.

That said, it's basically a beaune that can be done in a nutshell when talking to someone else. The information gathering basically consists of stealing and listening to what others are talking about in a tavern or guild with bandit-specific ear goodness.

And yesterday I heard rumors in the guild that the party to which Esetus and Nact belong, the blade of sound, was helped in the dungeon by Ray.

Just for some famous parties in Exil, naturally Büne also knew what the members of the blade of sound were like.

Even for Bühne, Ray and Elaine are the preferred people to care for themselves, the survivors of the Flaut family, and if it's a time when they really can't afford it, they still don't hesitate to help Ray and Elaine get to know each other, especially now that they have no business rushing.

Note that when it comes to why there is a Bühne in a place like this close to Slam Street, it is on the way home from completing the requests for deliveries taken on by the Alliance, and Vihera worried about being weirdly tangled from the appearance of Bühne… but she has a history of looking forward to being able to fight opponents that may not appear in the world of the surface.

……

Two newly emerged words, silent, gazing men.

We are naturally confident of our strength, but the answer was no if they still asked us if we could defeat Vihera, known as the Mad Beast, before it became a big fuss against them.

But don't leave two of us alone, Esetus and Nact, sniffing around about ourselves because of that, and don't leave our fellow eye slashed and torn apart.

I thought about the various events in my head, and the conclusion I eventually chose was temporary withdrawal.

"... we're leaving"

With that word, those who can still move quickly retreat with their companions as they restrain the Vihelas.

"Damn, wait!

"Wait. With your strength, you won't win, will you?

"But Tibia did!

To Vihera to stop, Esetus tries to say something... but by then the men, including Ogle, had already disappeared.