Legend

A lofty voice, hung from behind by Ray.

Turning that way, what was there was a man in green and blue painted armor, as Ray expected.

It's not just a man either, it's a leader man who was forcing money from the wagon owner.

"... what can I do for you?

Did Seto distract you, turn to the man behind you.

Probably because I saw Seto's face up close like that. He smiles at his mouth and glances at Ray, reassured that the man's face tenses for a moment, especially when he says he won't be doing anything.

An inferior grin. Other than that, the man with an unexpressed grin pulls his long sword out of his hips sheath and sticks his sword tip to Ray.

"I've never even heard of a guy like you who can follow a griffon. No, they can follow adventurers like Deep Red in the Kingdom of Mireana, but they're talking about a pretty giant guy.... you, maybe a deep red apprentice or something?

To the man's words, Ray wanted to hold his head without wondering what the hell rumors were circulating about him in the Bestian Empire.

You wouldn't believe me first if I told you I was a deep red than there were rumors going around like that.

Or maybe it's a different story if we take him under Dusker, but then it could happen and there could be a lot of commotion.

And most importantly, that option didn't exist for Ray any more than Dusker tells me to stand out.

"Nothing. I'm not a profound apprentice. More than that, what's blocking the way like this? That, too, imitates winding up money from passers-by"

A man's cheek moves nervously in such a ray of words.

But now Ray only looks like a kid because he's lowering his dragon robe hood.

You thought you couldn't even get mad at someone like that, the guy spreads his hands wide enough to start talking in a playful tone.

"Look, the safety of this street is like we keep it safe. I mean, the people who go through there owe us a debt. I'm just getting a little bit of a demonstration of my benevolence."

"... ho"

I wanted to get into a lot of things, Ray, but for now I decided I should try to listen to the story to the end and encourage ahead.

"Hmm, I'm glad you understand. Now, naturally, that's why I need you to show me your benevolence too... right, the griffon you're on. Looks like you should look into that and the shoes you're wearing. After that, if you have money, leave it.... take that cloak off a little bit"

Ray didn't say it back because he decided it would be because he couldn't go against himself, but that was the same thing with Ning Luo signing his own execution letter.

"Say what you say after you go to sleep, you have a bandit style. No, in your case, it seems like it would be useless to say your bedtime, so don't even say your bedtime. Shut up. Block your eyes, nose and mouth and bury them on the ground."

……

A man with a look like he can't understand what he was told for a moment in the words that came out of Ray's mouth.

But laughing as those who were listening around accidentally blew out, you finally realized you were being laughed at, waving up the long sword you had in your hand with your face bright red with anger...... keep raying and swinging down.

A scream rising out of the mouth of several people who were watching what was going on around them.

As a man, you would have wanted to smack Ray in the head if you could, but unfortunately now Ray is spanning Seto. The man turned out to be after Ray's leg, which was spanning that ceto, a blow with the thought of not amputating his leg with anger...

"Nonsense"

Take the blow of a man's sword with a death-size pattern instantly removed from mystering.

The sound of metal rubbing, called Gally.

The sound of Ray taking a man's blow echoed as he passed himself into the stone-piercing area.

And he twists his wrist as the long sword's body moves near the stone poke.

"Yikes!"

A scream that is thrown out of a man's mouth, along with the deafening sound of goku.

Originally, a long sword involving itself in a stone-piercing part could be thrown into the air.

But the man didn't let go of the sword pattern... No, the wrist bone was crushed because he couldn't let go.

If the arm of the sword was somewhat, he would have let go of his hand at the time his torso was entangled.

But unfortunately, the man holding down and clamping his now crushed wrist in front of Ray had quite an arm.

Yes. Not long enough to be able to decide that my weapon will be taken away as it is at the moment when my body is entangled.

As a result, did you fear the gaze that could be directed from around you, or did you not want to risk letting go of your weapon in front of Ray again? Or maybe it was simply a matter of will, but anyway, the man fixed his wrist to prevent his long sword from being wound up in the air and flown.

Ray's own force or death-size weight. If both of them were worthy of appearance, the man's prospect would have been successful.

With the weapon you tried to play fly in your hand, you said, 'Did you do something now?' But I might have said.

But as a result of neither of them... the man's wrist was in such a condition that he would rather describe it as shattered than broken.

"Goo... you think you can just do this to me!

While I keep the injury of smashing my wrist, the only word of anguish is the first groan. That was a testament to the fact that the man in front of him was more combative than his fellow knights and warriors.

I understand that fighting power and humanity are different.

Ray, breathing a small sigh inside, gently swings the death size he had and points that cut toward the man.

"Shall I ask you something? Is it your discretion that you're winding up money from passers-by? Or is that someone's instructions?

"Ugh, shut up! You weren't listening to me! Don't think you can just do this to me!

"I see there's someone behind you. I'm just asking if the shield behind this is an act of understanding? Yeah, I'm telling you, I'm not from the Bestian Empire, so it doesn't matter what the back shield says."

The movement of the man, who was shouting majestically and staring at Ray, stops pickily.

Ray was watching it, but eventually he glanced at the man's men... he was staring at Ray with a sinister look, and he opened his mouth to his opponent, who was not strange to attack him with a sword or spear still in his hand.

"And call only the guy who can naturally decide he doesn't mind being attacked the same way, beyond attacking me. You attack yourself. Naturally, you're prepared to be attacked, aren't you?

To the words, the men's men hesitate to attack feeling the anger they had felt until a moment earlier instantly fogging and cold as if they had been put ice in their backs.

Never before have we dealt with ourselves and said this, and above all, Ray's eyes were not human, they were looking at themselves with the kind of eyes they could even see with the stones and weeds rolling around them.

If I could turn that gaze if I were normal, I'd be mad and natural. Because they are men of some strength and more pride than that.

But if we look at that strength, which lightly embellishes even the most skilled captain among us in the literal sense, if we strike, will we be slashed and thrown away according to the words that came out of our mouths?

That's what I thought, then. One of the men once again turns his gaze to Ray's weapon.

Huge sickle over 2 m long. Seeing it, the man next shifts his attention to the griffon where Ray is spanning.

Stay put for a few seconds. Eventually the man waves his legs and drops the sword in his hand to the ground.

Is it the sound of your teeth squeaking because your body is shaking?

I glanced at the condition and turned my gaze towards the man who was holding his wrist and clamping again just because he wasn't already interested, at that moment.

He was right next to the guy who was teething, a guy in his early 20s suddenly popping out loud.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

roaring...... no, that could even be described as a scream of ning-roe ripples.

The man sticks his spear out toward Ray, who was looking down at their captain while riding Seto, as he extinguishes his own fears with a scream.

I guess that spear thrust out with a wind-cut noise called Huh is a testament to the fact that this man was never incompetent.

But still... even then, the tip of the spear released by the man is lightly bounced by the death size Ray had.

"Guh!"

The death-sized blow Ray waved without even looking behind him and relying solely on the gushing sound of the protruding spear had weight and power to the point of fatality for the man.

I can carry it. It's such an overwhelming blow that I can't even think about it.

At the next moment, when I realized, the spear, which was already in the man's hand, flew about 10 m away and bent heavily in the patterned part, with the tip pierced to the ground.

That blow, which is piercing the ground not just at the tip of the spear, but even to the patterned part, proves how much Ray's waving Death Size blow was...

"Oops!

Seto's hind leg, released as if to sew a moment's gap with his eyes on that spear.

The salvation, at least for the man, would be that he was a griffon, but therefore Seto's lower body belonged to a lion.

If this was the eagle's foot, like the forefoot, I'm pretty sure he would have lost his life on the spot.

Just because it's the most lion's leg doesn't mean it's safe, almost everything was broken... No, it was crushed, even though the blown man's ribs were wearing armor.

I guess the shock is also hurting my gut. He still fainted, but coughed up, and there's blood coming from his mouth.

"... Ki, you! You know what you're doing! We are the recipients of the second prince's asylum!

The captain's voice screaming in unintentional fashion is annoyed by those who watched what was going on around him.

2nd prince. The weight that its name bears is heavy and great in this Bestian Empire.

... Yes. Only within the Bestian Empire, yes.

"What's wrong with that? In the first place, I guess it's bad that you guys were doing pointless interrogations and winding up money from passers-by, huh? By and large... the fact that there is a second prince behind you is a lie in the first place."

Ray turns his gaze to the captain with a frightened look somewhere.

If the person who was exploiting it from a people without any sin were to be his subordinate, the second prince's position would be worse in many ways. Besides, he also attributed it to Ray, the guardian of Larks Borderline uncle, who had been invited by the victorious kingdom of Mireana, to try to take away the magic items and cetos he was wearing instead of gold.

If this becomes clear, it will undoubtedly be a major loss for the second prince first. No, Ning Ro, if that's all you have to do, you're lucky, and you'll definitely even develop into an international problem.

(Yes. If these guys are really the hands of the second prince... but)

He groans inside and stares at the captain so he doesn't do strange imitations.

It is true that there is undoubtedly some sort of back shield beyond what we have been doing so far. But if they ask if the shield behind it is the second prince, all I can say is that it is suspicious.

It would be more convincing to be told that we are doing it to develop the issue of the 2nd Prince's responsibility.

(For example, it's the other people behind this guy in the real sense. Someone who has the right to inherit the throne, or someone who simply has a grudge against the second prince again? Regardless of the former, the latter would be impossible for me to identify first)

It is the first prince and the first princess who have the right to inherit the throne and neglect the second prince. Of course there are many others who have the right to inherit the throne more than it is the country of the Bestian Empire, but as far as Ray knows... those two were the most prominent candidates according to information asked by Vihela and Theorem.

"Anyway, I was invited here by the Bestian Empire. You imitated it like a forced contract, so look forward to seeing how it will be disposed of later from the country."

"Don't be ridiculous!

Ray eventually takes a small sigh and opens his teasing mouth to the captain who shouts with his wrist held down.

"Deep Red."

"... what?

"The deep red you were talking about. Tell me about that trait."

"That's... riding a griffon, sickle over your height..."

With that much mouth, I finally turn my gaze to the death size Ray has.

I guess I finally realized. He said that the person in front of him was the one who had spoken from earlier.

"If... stupid, I was talking about deep red being taller than me!

"I don't know who told you, but it's the fact that it's actually right in front of me.... Well."

Whimpering, swinging the death size wide while on Seto's back, putting that blade on the captain's neck muscle perfectly.

"You need to talk a lot."

That's when I smiled at my mouth and Ray shrugged.

"I wonder if you could make it there."

That was the kind of voice I could call.