Legend

"Look, don't imitate being out of the city all by yourself. As I was advised, this city stinks of sorts. There's definitely going to be some trouble, but you don't have to take it alone."

In the dining room at the inn, Elk tells everyone on the spot.

Dusker, who was listening to it next door, also nods and opens his mouth to agree with Elk's words.

"I guess this city should have gone bare and camped beside the streets if I could. But I'm less pleased with the reputation of running away because I'm afraid of raids than I am as a nobleman in the kingdom of Mireana. And..."

So once the words were punctuated, Dusker glanced at those gathered in the dining room before continuing the conversation.

"I trust you. Okay? I don't trust you. Trust. You've lived, worked out, and walked with me in the Guild. Besides, there are also Rays with rank A party thundergod axes and deep red aliases. A knight I trust and an awesome adventurer. In this situation, no matter who attacked me, you wouldn't be able to hurt me. Besides, I think we all felt it before we came to this inn, but there are quite a few malicious people. There will definitely be a raid. Expect Each Struggle"

Dusker's words are over and he assigns a waiting area to the knights.

Fortunately, that means Dusker was renting out this time around for staying in this inn?

There were several guests, but they were already moved to another inn at the request of the deputy.

Some of them were nobles of the Bestian Empire, but I guess the Larks Border Uncle, just as noble of the Kingdom of Mireana, was more important.

Most of the knights are waiting in the inn, each scattering to his place of responsibility.

In the meantime, Ray had been ordered to wait in his room for the time being.

With each waiting area scattered, Ray heads toward the elk before heading to his room.

Dusker is not already in the dining room. Evacuated with Min, Lodos, and Knights to one of the finest rooms in the Inn.

Only Ray and Elk, knights waiting to take turns, remain in the dining room.

In the meantime, Elk calls out from his own side to Ray as he approaches.

"Ray, I know you do..."

"Oh. Apparently, we're quite a few celebrities in the Bestian Empire."

"That's right.... especially when it comes to you. I think I had a lot of visibility, but I'm pretty sure you're better off within the Bestian Empire. Most notorious."

While talking, Elk notices that Ray is barely nervous.

When you are being targeted - and your fate is only a dusker - if you know it, you are also convinced by a mixture of emotions in your heart, given that it is normal to put some upset on the table.

If I was someone named Ray I've been dating, I guess I would.

"If anyone comes raiding me, I want them alive and captured if I can. I want to know what's behind it."

Elk, who saw Ray snort at the words, nods satisfactorily and leaves the dining room.

But Ray, who was dropping off that hindsight, feels subtly depressed by the words he was told to push in case he thought he couldn't catch him alive.

(Even I'm around...)

I think so too, but given my previous deeds, I decided that Elk's advice was not impossible, and I sighed again.

"Kill, kill, kill. I'll kill him."

"Well, the only way to get back what you left on the battlefield is to kill the cause. No, Ning Lo, if you get it back, you'll be stronger than you were when you escaped. Yes, you're going to be strong. That way you don't have to imitate the enemy in front of you and run away again."

"Yes, I'll kill him. Never... Whatever happens, be sure."

A building not far from the inn where the Rays are staying. More than 10 men continue to whine in that basement.

The voice is echoing in the cellar, but there is no way that everyone is concentrating their consciousness solely on their own voice or hearing others.

A few exceptions would be the voice of a woman who sometimes naturally enters the men.

There are other sweet and compelling incenses burning, slowly but dull the consciousness of the men.

While walking around the basement, women sometimes gently stroke the men's heads and whisper words in their ears.

(I managed to make it... but progress is duller than originally expected. I think it's because I saw the deep red directly in his eyes.... Well, there must have been events that planted fear on these kids that far. Flaming tornado, hey)

I only heard rumors, but I didn't see them in person. Therefore, the woman could not imagine a tornado of flames - a fire whirlwind - planting terror on those who saw it so far.

(Better than being invited to the Bestian Empire, there's no way to use such massive offensive magic all over the city. You don't have to worry too much about that area. So I guess it's Griffon who stays?)

While thinking that way, women do what they have to do and change the men in the direction they think with the smell of incense and magical caged words.

Even though it is close to abandoned pawns, it is a woman's own hand. Besides, it doesn't make sense to get hit so easily in order to find out what it is other than deep red, which is also the purpose of the raid.

(Yeah, right. Might as well keep it a little stronger)

Once again whispers with a magical caged voice in a man's ear when he mutters inside and convinces himself.

"Okay? You guys are strong. Prove it to everyone. A severed hand, a severed leg, won't interfere with your behavior. If you lose your right hand, take a weapon to your left. If you lose your left hand, kick it with its leg, or hit it with your body, eat it up in the enemy's throat and fight it. By doing so, I can prove your strength to everyone. It was a mistake to escape the battlefield."

The voice coming out of the woman's mouth stains the back of the men's brains.

To remove the shackles that the human body is inherently wearing to avoid hurting its own body, paralyze the pain, and then use any means to kill the enemy without inhibiting the work of the head.

That's the way we should take it, snowflake the stigma.

Extended, just even. The light some lights bring and the sweet smell drifting all over the room. And a magical caged voice. In the presence of only these three, the men were being reshaped into their own consciousness.

"Are we done?

When a woman walks out of the basement, she can call out like that.

When I turned my gaze to you, it was a man in his 20s there.

He is one of the ladies' companions and the man who is scheduled to take command of this raid.

"Yeah, we managed to make it on time. I'll ask you later."

A woman who smiles and tells her so.

The voice is so reassuring that it doesn't seem to belong to the person who broke, paralyzed, and replaced the men until earlier.

Also different from what you were going for when you were talking in the street, a verbal statement directed only at the person you allowed to care for.

Does the man understand that, too, handing the fruit water in his hand to the woman?

"Thanks. You ready over there?

"We've gathered a certain number of people, but only a large number of miscellaneous fish."

Even for a man, I guess he had something to think about regarding the poor quality of gestures collected. Dissatisfaction is seeping through the tone.

"What are we going to do with quality here? This time it's only like a power reconnaissance to gauge the opponent's combat power, so if you're going to hold onto quality, it's time for production."

"But..."

"What?"

He was the man who tried to say something back, but is he also complaining about the woman? When I can turn my strong gaze just to say, I shake my head small to the side.

"No, you're right. Sorry, Moura."

"Huh, Sistoy's holding you too tight. Except for the coagulation, but it doesn't make sense to hold onto weird things too much."

"Mmmm..."

Neither the man known as Sistoy nor the woman known as Moura seem to care at all about brainwashing or making people disposable.

Even though I understand that whoever sent them on their way will die.

I guess there is no such thing as guilt anymore only for those who have lived in the back world for years.

"Look, you're free until night for now, right? Then hang out for a little tea."

"... this is no good?

Sistoy's gaze was directed at the fruit water in his hand.

After hearing the words, Moura glances at the cup of tree in her hand, sighing like a shudder.

Late summer, or even early autumn, is the season, but daytime temperatures are still hot. I guess it was still cold when I put it in the cup, but given the time before Moura came out of the basement, it was only natural that it was getting raw and warm.

"I'd rather still have hot tea than this warm fruit water. It's not like we don't have time for this. Just hang out a little bit."

"... ok"

Comparing the fruit water in his hand with Moura's face, Sistoy drinks up the fruit water he had left before following Moura, even with a look that seemed unfortunate for a moment.

Whether it's warm fruit water or tea if you can drink it... doesn't that make any difference if it's water? That's what I thought.

(I think it's better than sipping muddy water at least)

I whine inside, thinking back to what I've survived in Slam Street since I was a little girl with Moura.

That's it, I think.

(Remember the old days? Me? Why don't you do something that makes no sense again... No, this is...)

I frown slightly when something ran cold through my spine for just a moment.

What we should also call a sixth sense in ourselves. Because I felt like I was alerting you to the danger.

I cannot ignore the work of the sixth sense more than I have lived in the back society for quite some time.

Because I've been helped by that feeling more than once.

"Hey Sistoy. What are you blurring about? Let's go."

"Hmm? Oh, bad. Just think about it."

Shake your head small and shake off your unpleasant hunch, but still call out to Moura without being able to obstruct the alarm inside you.

"Hey, you're just looking at the power over there this time, aren't you?

"Hmm? Naturally. What are you talking about now?"

"No, I have a bad feeling about this."

Moura frowned slightly when she heard the words coming out of Sistoy's mouth.

"Hey, stop it, right? Your hunch is a subtle hit.... only that's a bad thing too"

"Even if they say so, it's not like they like me."

"... by the way, how long?

"You've been betrayed by your client's nobility before and attacked by the Knights from behind. Above that one."

"Ugh."

Leaked out of Moura's mouth was a very woman... and that wasn't the kind of voice the 20s could give out either.

I'm glad I did my job request, but about the noblemen who tried to seal their mouths against themselves for cleaning it up.

It was a battle with all the knights at hand, ready to die more than once.

But I managed to get through the scene, so I'm safe here.

As far as the nobles who naturally betrayed the two were concerned, they slowly skinned, shredded meat, shredded bones and salted there over the course of a few days with the meaning of retribution… and they literally regretted their actions to the point of death.

Moura remembers them and has a melancholy look on her face.

"Let's focus on safety tonight."

"Right, that's good"

Of course, safety in this case is not the safety of those who are pawns, but our own safety.

"I didn't think it would be an easier job to deal with, including deep red that I hear rumors about... sounds harder than I expected"

"I can't help that. I don't care what you think. It's why they turned me around."

"Yes, yes, I get it.... Whatever it is, if you stay far away, you won't find us either. Anyway, until nightfall, I'm going to feed you."

I nod as if Sistoy agrees with Moura who tells me so, and now it's time for the two of us to move in for a cup of tea.

Later, all that remained was a slight smell of sweetness drifting from the basement, and even that scent became foggy in less time.