Legend

deep in the woods along the streets. Originally a monster habitat, there were now about 30 military horses in hiding.

Normally, a horseback cavalry does not enter the woods or woods as much as it likes.

Given the speed of the horse, the growing trees are very disturbing, so I guess that's natural.

But just because such common sense had nothing to do with us, the bloody blades of the mercenary regiment were creating their own lair in the woods.

Naturally it has better monster protection than it has a residence in such a place.

By the effect of the magic item of keeping a monster less than or equal to a certain strength, taken from a merchant who attacked him when he was running a previous bandit operation.

With this magic item, it must have been possible to carry out the act of attacking merchants on the border.

Besides, the border is the border. Sometimes monsters with powers that couldn't be distracted by magic items have raided, and weak monsters like goblins have gotten lost as if to ignore them.

However, the blood-coated blade has a characteristic that emphasizes the mobility of the cavalry and is at the same time known as an arm-written mercenary regiment.

As a result, most of the monsters attacked were killed, and the meat of the highly-ranked monsters was in the bellies of the mercenaries. The material was to go into funding the mercenary regiment's activities.

It is not intact to be a mercenary regiment. There are some dead people out there and quite a few injured people out there.

But more than that, banditry at the border was able to earn money and supplies.

"Because... damn it"

One man eats a thousand pieces of dried meat in frustration in a large international tent among the surrounding tents.

Ebelogi, who leads the bloody blade, recalls the sight he saw earlier as he poured the dried meat in his mouth with liquor.

I was packing my distance trying to hit the merchant carriage, as usual, at that time. One griffon that came down as if he had anticipated the timing.

The moment I saw it, Evelogi was signaling a retreat.

The decision calmly calculates the power of the war, and as it is, it does not mean that our damage will be greater... it was purely out of fear.

In the war with the Bestian Empire in the spring, we were about to go from a little use to the headquarters of the Kings who were hiring us, at that time.

We saw a giant tornado of flames, even though it was a long way from the battlefield.

At first I didn't know what I was looking at.

Is that something magically created? I thought so too, but I don't think very much that the tornado of fire, like a natural disaster, is created by the hands of men... But then in the gathering of information, I learned and feared that the tornado of fire that Evelogi saw was created by the hands of only one adventurer.

... Yes, I was afraid.

I lead a blood-coated blade with a reputation for strength.

In the end, the war that followed ended without the appearance of a bloody blade, and all that remained was a minimum reward of about the edge.

I came to this neighborhood to deceive my own fears, knowing that I was resentful, and I was making money while attacking the merchants...

"'Cause you showed up again."

Past the back of your brain, the look of a griffon.

I don't even have to think about who that is.

He is an adventurer who terrorized himself and, after the war, became known as Deep Red.

frustratingly, and as if to push his own fears to death, he again bites dry meat indiscriminately and chops a thousand...

"Head, we have a call from Mr. Serabia."

Hurry and pour the dried meat that was in your mouth with booze into the voices of your men heard from outside the tent.

"So, what's the situation?

My throat dries up. I want to drink water, not booze. That's not one or two cups in a glass either, just like bathing.

My men immediately answer Evelogi's query, which I asked with that in mind.

"From the color of the string, the prey is alive and well. There is no threat. Restart the raid. That's it."

"... Phew..."

To his men's words, Evelogi exhales in deep relief.

Griffon's departure from the merchant squad was not heard by other scouts. But I couldn't be relieved until I was sure that Deep Red wasn't there.

But I think...

(There are rumors that Deep Red is like half the hobby of attacking bandits. He misses us, doesn't he? No, well, it's certainly harder to find this place on reconnaissance from above him than it is to have an aside in this forest. Then why don't you wait for us?

From his fear of Ray, Evelogi was nevertheless reading Ray's aim precisely.

Still, I guess I'm shaking between greed and fear around not being able to summarily decide whether or not to stop the raid.

(Should I not be forced to do my job here more than the presence of a deep red? Then you'd better make this one your last job without him and just disappear from the border. Just in case...)

I think about what's going to happen in my head and slowly open my mouth after a few minutes or so.

"All right, we're going to raid that merchant squad. You couldn't move the carriage, could you?

"From a distance, they're doing repairs, so probably"

"... All right. It's time you guys missed the city. I'm gonna get out of this neighborhood once this job is over."

"Okay.... No, the woman I caught during the raid was about the limit, so it helps"

I snort at my men's words and try to throw all the remaining dried meat into my mouth and pour it in with booze to tuck it in my stomach.

Evelogi, who takes his favorite weapon, the long sword, and leaves the tent, sees a goblin carcass in the corner of his sight.

They're using magic items, but for some reason, they've been attacking me a lot since yesterday.

No, I was more right to describe it as confusing than to say it was attacking me precisely.

Though there was nothing particularly confusing about a few goblins getting mixed up just because they were mercenary troops in the war.

More people were being targeted for bows or killed in the funny half, in a way that made them feel better.

(Is this goblin probably some omen, too? The effect of the magic item seems subtle too, and is that why I should get away from here anyway)

The sharp survey around here is probably one of the qualities that leads the mercenary corps.

In fact, the goblins who fled here were the ones who escaped yesterday after the settlements were raided by adventurers.

And because tomorrow it was decided to start hunting the remnants of the escaped goblins.

Though the sharpness of the survey also seemed to have to cloud in front of an irregular opponent named Ray.

"Head, the carriage is stopping ahead."

Evelogi nods small at his men's words that he has said in a place where he is almost out of the woods, stopping the cavalry on the spot, looking at the three carriages that stop at the side of the street in a fairly distant direction.

Usually we all go in like this, but my men give me a strange look for stopping the move on purpose, but Evelogi opens his mouth while I understand it.

"I'll hit it first. From you... right, to you. Go to the merchants."

I order a cavalry of about 10 horsemen, but those who are ordered say their dissatisfaction with the appearance of dissatisfaction as to why only they must set it up first.

"Just give me a minute, head. Why are we alone..."

"Ugh. You can't follow my orders?

Buh, and wave the long sword loudly.

I suppose you decided that it would be dangerous to give a verbal answer to that appearance. Acceptance is unacceptable, but the nominees will remain silent.

"... look, the fact that you guys raid first is a big deal. When I divide the contents of that carriage, I will give priority to your hopes. I don't care if you still don't like it. There's a lot of other guys out there who want to do it."

I can get my share as a priority. As soon as I hear that, whoever was complaining immediately turns his opinion over.

"Okay, head. Don't forget that promise, okay?

"Whoa. I'll watch you here, so keep up the good work."

"I'll take care of it. Bastards, let's go!

To the man who shouts or denies out of the woods, other bandits follow him as he raises his voice.

(Come on, what happens? Good if my predictions are off, and if they hit me, I just need to get out of here like this)

Follow the cavalry and the infantry as they glared at the sunlight coming down from above, and Evelogi watched over what was to become.

Ray, who was watching his surroundings with his eyes closed, notices the footsteps of a cavalry of about 10 horsemen approaching where he is, even as he hears the merchants foolishly say that it would have been better to have just moved on.

"Coming, huh? No, but... that's a lot of people."

The first bandit to attack this merchant army had about 30 horsemen.

But now it's about 10 horsemen coming towards me. I don't care what you think.

"Is there a guy out there who preceded the prey that hung in front of you? I hope so, but it's a pain in the ass to throw away a pawn to see how we react."

Ray's use of this merchant squad as a pretext is only a big premise for the safety of the merchant squad. In other words, even if a cavalry of about 10 horsemen arrives for some purpose, there is no option of not protecting them.

And Ray's protection means that Ray needs to use his own power.

Everyone in the merchant corps is a merchant, and they may have some more fighting minds than they have come to commerce on the border, but of the bandits... and if you say how you can do something about the cavalry, it doesn't matter what you think.

"Shit, you're thinking about it a lot over there. Maximum with minimal sacrifice...... no, isn't it? 10 of 30 rides. Is it enough to cut off the power of the Bandits?"

When you whine to convince yourself, you head to the carriage door.

By then, the merchants must have noticed the bandits approaching towards them. I heard Ray rushing to knock on the carriage door where he was lurking.

"Hey, here we are! He's a bandit! You're gonna do something about it!

"I know, there's nothing wrong with that"

That's what I'm saying back, I'm going outside the carriage.

Then, the distance between the bandits and the carriage narrowed to about 50 meters.

"Will you put up with this degree of achievement?"

Whimpering, Ray took it out of the mistering, the spear.

It's also the kind of spear Ray always uses to throw spears, like a missing tip.

One of the merchants who saw the spear screams unexpectedly.

"Whoa, are you seriously willing to fight!

But Ray waves his spear as if he had no ear at all for the words of such a merchant...... throw!

The spear released from Ray's hand proceeds at a rate that is as if it were piercing the air itself, hitting the head of the leading man leading the bandits and crushing them.

Cerebral cord and blood and flesh and bone and body fluids that spread around.

When the man who was obliquely behind the man who was leading the way suddenly wiped with his hand something sticking Betri on his face, there was an eyeball there.

"Ugh, wow!

A man who screams and waves and tries to pay off those eyeballs, but is in a hurry or can't do it.

The surrounding bandits also turn their gaze to the horse, who keeps going straight with the man who lost his head stunned without understanding what happened.

Moments.

Boom, the sound of slashing and tearing the air again is heard, and a spear pierces each leather armor through the thief's torso, and further pierces the thief's chest behind it over the leather armor.

Fortunately, the tip of the spear was about to break, or the spear released broke at the time it pierced the second torso and fell zero from his body.

Galan, heard a spear fall to the ground, and for the first time a movement occurs to the bandits.

That said, the move is only confusing.

Those who were supposed to lead them were killed first, so they got confused.

If it had been done a little more decently, it's possible someone was in command. But the result of what happened too unexpectedly was the bandits of today.

While trying to see what happened, a spear released from Ray crushes or penetrates one, two and the bandits.

One of the bandits who saw it tried to open his mouth... the next moment he gets his head smashed by a flying spear.

A body without a head fell from the back of the horse to the ground, and the shock left the horse nowhere.

So far, they decided that the bandits would be wiped out for nothing. Trying to get away in a hurry...... but at the next moment, something flies in from above gets stuck behind it so the bandit's survival can't escape.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

The intimidation of Seto's Skill King makes the horse immobile for not a single step.

At the same time, the bandits were unable to move again.

Plus, a footsteps someone approaches from behind.

I can't move because of my body, but I don't have to check. There must have been a monster there that smashed the bandits to death with a spear throw.

How did this happen? I should have just attacked the merchants who couldn't move.

That's how one of the bandits thinks in a corner of their head and turns their gaze toward the woods where they came out as if seeking salvation... but not one appearance of an ally already existed there.