Legend

Arriving at the dining room, Ray saw a sight similar to what was happening in front of the stairs.

Five knights are surrounded by mobs, but all of them are actually down on the floor.

The knights also suffer a few minor bruises and cuts, but are nearly intact.

A knight who trains harshly every day, and one who has attacked this inn as a thug to be flushed. The difference between the two is a clear sight.

Still, there are nearly 20 mobs still present, trying to surround the knights and peer into the gap.

Unlike the battle in front of the stairs, the knights are advantageous because they protect them from going up the stairs… i.e. they don't have to stay in one place and can use all the large dining rooms as a place for battle.

The opposite is true, unlike the knights who guarded the stairs, they could be attacked from behind.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sarnis', brother's revenge. Ah!

One of the mobs screams as he waves his sword down against the knight in front of him.

My brother's revenge. That's all I realized to the knight why the person in front of me has raided, but that doesn't mean I can do it for the most part.

Take the sword to be waved with your own sword and flush it and slap it against your torso.

However, because the sword held by the knight had not been pulled out while in the sheath, it served as a weapon that struck rather than slashed.

It was an attack from the decision that it would be better to take prisoner than kill him, still the blow wielded is extremely powerful.

The thug, who is struck out of his torso, falls to the floor, losing his mind as it is.

"It's the result of a battle on the battlefield. Forgive me."

A knight who shrugs with his gaze only for a moment at a man who fainted and fell to the floor.

I chose not to kill him on this occasion to gather information, but to stun him and take him prisoner, but I attacked a nobleman whom the Bestian Empire had recently invited.

Still, a nobleman in a small country would have managed to delude himself.

But we have been fighting the Bestian Empire for years... that is, the nobility of the kingdom of Mireana, a power of the same magnitude. Besides, Larks Border Uncle is also the central figure of the neutrals, also known within the kingdom as the three major factions.

And extreme is the nobility of a country where the Bestian Empire lost substantially in the spring war.

It was absolutely impossible to acquit the mobs, even as the Bestian Empire, in the face of the country, beyond all the bad conditions that had existed so far. Definitely executed after extracting information...... or would be sold off as a criminal slave.

Given that, a knight who thinks for a moment that he might be happier to die here.

But soon I decided it wasn't if I was thinking about something extra...

"What the hell is this guy!?

The voice of a colleague that sounded unexpected...... it also turns its gaze towards you in a voice closer to screaming than stunned.

What existed there was the loss of his right arm and an even more dagger in his left hand and an attack on the knight without showing him how it hurt at all as he was slashed and torn with a blade of a long sword.

If it was just a mob, it would be natural for the pain to blunt your actions if you were beaten up instead of amputating your arm.

But the opponent at the end of the knight's gaze, if he is a regular person... or even if he is a knight, he is suffering from severe pain and is unable to move, but he is attacking the knight without attenuating his will at all.

Impressed by the way it is, the knight is delayed in moving out for a moment, trying to shield himself with his arms to manage less damage from the blade of a dagger that is wielded face-to-face...

At the next moment, the sound of beating the meat named Gushari to the ground echoes around him.

A knight who was still about to be attacked realizes that he had no scratches on his arm.

And instead of the mob that existed in front of me until a few seconds ago as if there was no pain, there was a figure wearing a familiar robe.

"Are you all right?

When the person, Ray, asks as he observes the mob falling into the dining room floor at the end of his gaze, the knight who returns to me nods.

"Ah, oh. I was in danger."

"Well, you can't expect me to be completely frightened of pain after all that damage.... you're not a zombie!?

"That's not true. He was pronouncing words properly, and he wasn't moving duller than a zombie...... SHOULD!

Ray and the knight beat down the attacking mobs as they conversed with each other.

Ray is a dagger that stays in his sheath, and the knight stuns the mob by trying to slap him with the belly part of his sword.

Most thugs fear or faint in pain if they eat Ray or a knight's blow.

"It's been quite a while since I left the Seremouth Plains, and I still don't want to think about the undead coming out, you know!

Launch a mob attack with a dagger thrusting out a crude spear, just tied a dagger with a string at the tip of a tree stick, into the pocket of the opponent surprised by it, and implant a dagger sheath into the dovetail.

"Boo!

Moments, a man falls to the ground spitting out what's in his stomach.

Without even glancing at his opponent like that, Ray waves a dagger that fits into his sheath toward the next mob.

The pattern of a dagger that jumped gently and waved hit the side head, instantly losing consciousness and falling into the ground.

He wields a dagger in his sheath twice, three degrees and as a weapon, one after the other unconscious of the mob.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

One of the mobs watching how it went tried to wave the spear he had as if he couldn't stand the sight of one fellow falling after another...

kid, the spear stops moving along with the sound of

Instead of poking him, he tried to wave a spear at the sideburn and hooked him up to the dining room desk.

A mistake that you don't normally make if you're a bunch of full-time adventurers, guards, mercenaries, or knights who are used to spears.

It was a fatal mistake because I'm a normal ordinary person who usually doesn't need to have a weapon in his hand.

"Huh!"

For a moment but surely not missing that gap where the mob's consciousness was directed towards the spear, he enters the inside of the man's intermission in one flight and fills the dagger's sheath to the dovetail.

Moments, mobs peeling their white eyes and collapsing on the spot.

"I found it, you. Yeah, yeah, eh!

To such a ray, a nearby mob sticks out the sword he had with his anger raised.

The speed of the protruded sword is not comparable to that of a mob. No, it was nothing less pale than the knights on this occasion.

"What!?

All the mobs are amateurs about the battle...... Ray didn't think so, but still the speed of the thrust unleashed is not inferior to those who make the battle around it productive.

Stop the thrust unleashed by the dagger you were holding on to, and go straight inside the other party's intermission, using even the momentum of the man to bury the dagger into the dovetail.

"Whoops!

A man blowing away with a creepy scream.

Unlike others who just passed out, a blow that, if normal, would have involved life.

But the blown man stands up as if nothing had happened.

"... is this guy the same as he was earlier"

The figure of the man who had just been slashed and torn apart by the hanging momentarily passes behind Ray's brain.

I didn't know what the reason was, but I wonder if the sore kind is paralyzed and has some enhancement.

"I knew there was a guy behind you pulling threads for sure. But..."

Whimpering, stuffing an intermission as he dodges the poke of a man coming under attack again with a few cm, or even a few mm cut.

"The trick is, once you show the seed, there's no way you'll get through it twice or three times!

Avoid the released thrust and slap it to the ground with all the stretched arms you can grasp.

I'm sure you don't feel any pain, but the act of moving the body cannot be done without using the flesh. If so, and Ray instantly takes the death size out of the mistering and pokes it twice with a stone poke behind the knee of a man falling on the floor.

The deafening sound of a go-cat echoes around me, but it only sounds once because of the speed at which it swung down the stone poke.

"Gu, gu, damn, damn, whoa, whoa!

He's a man who tries to get up, but he can't get up because his knees are physically crushed even if he doesn't feel the pain.

Still, I try to stand up with the sword I had because my arms were safe.

"Give up."

Whimpering, swinging a death-sized stone poke down the elbow of his right hand holding the sword, he continues and crushes his joints with a continuous stone poke with the elbow of his left hand.

In the end all that remained was a man who had his limb joints crushed and could only scratch algae like a potato worm.

"You, what the fuck!

One of the thugs who saw such a ray lifts his chair and runs over to Ray as the riot with the knight continues.

I know you were thinking of slapping the chair you were holding with both hands on Ray, but from behind it, a knight hits you with a long sword in the sheath and blows it to the side giraffe.

"Ray, that's..."

"Oh. Probably some sort of significance in this raid."

Despite the crushed joints on his limbs, Ray speaks to the knight as he turns his gaze to the man who is just about to stand up in no pain at all.

The mobs in the cafeteria are attacking me while I'm talking, but if I'm just a mob, I just have to be the other guy. In the cafeteria, I store a death size in mystering that is difficult to get around, and I exchange words with the knight as I twist with a dagger in a similar sheath earlier.

"It's anomalous not to feel pain, and it's highly combative... what about this? The ability you had originally. Or has someone done something again?"

"As far as the movement goes, it looks like he was somewhat trained. Then you're not the former...!

Ray nods at the words of the knight as he tells the thug, who has been beaten without a weapon, to beat him with a sheath with a sword.

"I guess. Worst of all, I thought this guy was painless from the start..."

"There are a few others"

Even for a knight, I had the experience of fighting one similar opponent a while back, and I see several of my companions fighting as well.

More than that, it's a little hard to think that such capable beings have accidentally come together to raid the Inn.

"Right, you're probably a powerful handkerchief in the other side. At this point, I think the stables have the strength to fight, but I don't think he can do anything about Seto to the point where he doesn't feel pain."

A knight who hears the words comes to mind.

"Wait. Could this raid be a positive move, keep us here, stables... aren't we going to do something about horses and carriages, too, Seto?

"Sure that's possible...... but does it make any sense to do that? Sure, trained military horses and carriages are expensive, but the deputies in the land have let them do this far. If I could make it up to you enough to hand over a higher-performance carriage or a higher-ability horse this way, I'd be happy to... Nah! Yeah, I was clinging to it!

Blow up the chair you've been flying at with a swing of your arm.

One of the thugs who saw it screams like a commotion.

"You're kidding me, you murderer! It's my brother's revenge, I'll kill him for sure!

Ray frowns slightly at the words of a man in his late teens and early 20s.

(Few of them, including that man, are seriously after our lives. Did someone set this up to be like that?

While I doubt it in my heart, I shrink my distance from the man while avoiding the mobs falling on the table and on the floor.

In response to such a ray, the man pulls his face... but he smiles so much that he says he's hooked into a trap.

Moments later, a gap in the table and a few of the mobs that were falling on the floor suddenly get up and head into Ray but...

"Sweet."

Because the speed of Ray running through the floor had exceeded the men's expectations, the jumped men hit each other from the front and fell straight onto the floor.

Having narrowed his distance from the man sideways like that, Ray becomes unconscious by burying the sheath of the dagger against the dovetail, only as he hurriedly slows down the action of the man reaching for the stick that was on the nearby table.

"That way, please!

"I know!

A knight who answers Ray's call faints when he waves his sword-mounted sheath to the men who are falling on the floor or to those who have inadvertently stopped without following Ray's speed.

"We're almost done here, huh?"

If you look around, the mob has lost most of its mind, and the battle is already almost over.

There are only a few knights who are slightly injured, but few are seriously or fatally injured.

Confirming that, Ray turned down to the knight, exhaling in relief, and headed to the stables.