Legend

One of the mansions in the Imperial capital. In it, two men and women were talking to each other about what was to come.

"Well, for now, the goal is to start walking outside, and you seem to be getting a lot more alert..."

"Right. From the side, you may seem alarmed."

Meaninglessly gazing at each other are Moura and Sistoy, who are also members of the Soul Bell.

Even after attacking a line of Duskers before, I was following them, and now I was ready to poke my fangs at my prey in the Imperial Capital.

"I mean, I'm relaxed, and it sounds like other organizations are thinking about raiding... I don't know"

"Sure, if it's normal, it's not a strange story to end qualifying for a martial arts tournament and aim where you're losing your mind in the time leading up to the start of the main game."

The look on Sistoy's face, who tells him so, comes with the color that he doesn't care.

Watching such a partner, Moura throws a bite-sized fruit into her mouth that was ready on the table.

In soft sweetness, slight acidity and tannins. Open your mouth as you grin at the flavor that becomes that habit.

"Don't you care about your current state?

"Oh. Maybe you can't beat the other one if you hit him right now. I don't know what the reason is, but I'm pretty sure he's still hitting some kind of hand. Especially since I went out yesterday. I've been very acute about the signs.... they probably attacked us when we lost them."

"Did you disappear with a man you don't recognize? Perhaps the man was in the hands of some organization."

He imitated me extra, and Moura sighs all the time.

Whether moola or sharp sistoy, I guess I never thought Ray would have encountered the disguised appearance of Noise, the only rank S adventurer in the Bestian Empire.

And he's also the opponent that Ray decided he couldn't easily win, and that Ray's signs are sharpening as a result.

Continuing the day before, reports from the watchman that Ray is walking out of the inn again today.

Normally, you may decide that you are floating due to your decision to compete in the main battle.

But... if I tried to make it the Shistoi I am now, it just seemed like it was luring enemies to me.

To make myself feel a little more at risk and look for prey to sharpen its fangs more sharply.

At a time when the exact appearance of the person named Deep Red had been revealed, the number of those who were after his life was superior to dozens.

Certainly not all of them are organisations like ourselves, and some of them are after us individually.

I wonder if it's close to the idea of two birds a stone to use someone like that as bait to train themselves, who is only in the way if you try to ray them.

"... So what do we do? He hasn't said anything yet from above, but he's probably stuck with it from his client, right?

As for the bell of soul quenching, I trust two people, Moura and Sistoy, just because they've hardly ever had a job failure before.

I wonder if there's any reason not to get my hands on it right now.

It was an action because it had actually built up so many achievements, but as far as the many organizations and individuals around us are concerned to target Ray's life today, the client is definitely stuck with the idea of putting a deep red on him as soon as possible.

"But I hope you don't tell them you're impotent about deep red. An elephant is just the right pawn in the sense that it consumes the strength of the other side and measures the strength of the other side. You don't have to use my doll, so Ning Lo, I think the situation is good for us right now."

"Still, as a client, I guess I don't mind. The fact that Deep Red, who is also our hatred, will be killed by the others..."

Reach for the plate in front of Moura and throw a few fruits into your mouth.

"Hey, what's this about me?"

"Maybe a little bit."

"... you can't help it. Nevertheless, I wonder why we should rush it so far. Anyway, if Deep Red is going to die, you can hang it on anyone's hand."

Mouth the protest against Sistoy, resentful. Mouth strangely, even as he turns his gaze.

Sistoy, who was grinning at how such a moola looked, gives up taking any more fruit and opens his mouth.

"I guess that makes sense that the hand we hired would kill Deep Red. If anyone else in the organization gets ahead of us, it means we couldn't take revenge on ourselves."

"If I die, I'll be dead."

A moula of sorrowful eyes looks out the window of the room.

Moura, who belongs to the bell of the soul that is famous as one of the leading arm 's-length organizations in the back society, is confident in the arms of Sistoy, who is also his own arm and partner.

But if anyone but ourselves is going to kill Deep Red, Ning Ro, it's a wish or a fulfillment for us.

Deep red combat ability I've seen several times. I don't think I'd ever lose if I were to try it with Sistoy, and I don't want to, but it was true that I still have amazing abilities.

I went on a tour just in case of qualifying for the martial arts tournament, but I just have to be surprised when it comes to the magic of the flames that I showed at that time.

It is true that the magic was considerably reduced by the rules, but it was nevertheless possible to see what magic Deep Red would use.

The magic of flaming spheres blasting and becoming countless little flaming spheres to attack a wide range.

The magic of massively appearing flaming arrows and sweeping the surroundings with it.

It is a magic that strikes a wide range together, but perhaps that was because it was a qualifying round for a fighting tournament.

Most of the time, the name Deep Red was known because of the tornado of fire. In other words, I was able to predict that I would be originally good at extensive magic.

"Well, let's keep it good because I found out in the other hand for a little while. And..."

Moura's gaze was directed at the leather bag, not the fruit on the table......

In the first place, the fruit that Moura is eating is quite a luxury product in the Imperial Capital, something that Moura and the others will never be able to buy… but still have to be prepared for some expense.

But I was able to buy it because there are gold coins and silver coins in the leather bag.

Speaking of where you got that gold or silver coin, it's a deep red in the qualifying round... no, it's a prize you won by betting on Ray.

Yes, we went to see the qualifiers, and then Moola bet Ray that we knew it would be a battle we would definitely win.

Of course, I didn't stake a lot of money like Ray and Dusker Line did.

That was only enough money for a normal human to bet, as they might notice their presence in one line of Dusker.

But after a little bet on Ray alone, that amount will jump a lot.

The result was a fruit currently in front of Moura or a leather bag placed near it.

"It has benefited us. If you think about it, don't put your hands on him now. If only the others could reduce their power on our behalf."

"... what if the rest of them get a deep red neck or a Larks border uncle's neck?

"That's impossible, isn't it?... If it did, wouldn't it have happened? Whatever they say, all we have to do is take the life of Uncle Deep Red and Larks."

That's what Moura said with a small grin and reached for the fruit again.

"Hey, where are you going?

Asking Ray as he walks around the city is Luzi, who carried Claymore.

Next to it is also the figure of the other members of the Wind Dragon Fang partying with Luzi, Veicul and Maust.

And Rodos was also following a line with some frightened look on his face.

Only a group that can also be called with Ray's disciples stands out quite a bit.

Ray himself is not known around because of his dragon robe hood, but if you look at him, you can still see that everyone but Ray is the one who won the qualifying round for the fight.

Being with such a person, it would have been obvious to me if I had made it a resident of the Imperial Capital that naturally the unidentified person in the hood - Ray - is also some sort of associate.

"Come on, that's for sure..."

"Oh. They're all main contestants in the fight....... hmm? I don't know how small you are in that robe."

"Being with those guys probably means he's a mainstream contestant... was he there?

"Weren't you G-block?

"No, he did win the robe, but I think he was pretty tall"

"Hmmm... then..."

"... Huh? Is that it?"

"Hmm? What's up? Do you remember anything?

"No, as far as I know, a mainstream contestant and such a little guy... no, I'm sure it's your fault. Yeah, it's definitely my fault."

It's this time of year that there are a lot of people familiar with fighting competitions, and that's why there are people out there who realize who Ray is.

Hearing such a voice in his robe, he passes the scene with a slight frown.

If I were to be found out who I am on this occasion, I would definitely be caught up in the commotion first because it was certain.

However, if the contestants in this battle have solidified so far, there is no way they will not get the attention of those around them, and in the end they will continue to get the attention until they arrive at their destination.

"Here."

"What is this place?

The place you arrived while you continued to get your sight on is outside of the Imperial City.

It's near the walls, and there are few people around.

Of course it's not completely deserted, but people still have less eyes overwhelmingly than when they were walking around the city.

At the same time, it is a site of thought that there used to be some big building, with grass growing like a ski on the ground as if to indicate that it was autumn.

"Whether you're training or not, some guys are going to use a lot of different means if the main game is going to start anyway when they qualify. Besides, some of you are trying to analyze how we fight over here. The innkeeper told me not to do that."

Everyone gets a convincing look at Ray's words like that.

Indeed, the main battle of the upcoming martial arts tournament will be in tournament form. In other words, unlike a qualifying Battle Royal, you can concentrate on gathering information about your opponent, and you're going to need it.

Information is power. Because that doesn't change on Earth or on Elgin.

"That's why I wanted to train here.... Well, it doesn't mean we can't hit each other, so I don't think we should use that if we have moves that we want to keep a secret."

"Hmm, that's surprising. Are you going to take care of me in that house?"

I nod to Luzi's words, who was listening to Ray, as other faces would agree.

"I don't suppose Dada tells me it's the best place to stay in the capital. As far as I'm concerned, I'd appreciate it if you had a place like this."

Normally, if it were a place with very few people, the slums would come to mind first. But this place isn't even a slum. Because of this, few people hang up a little.

"Now, do you want to start training? I'm sorry, but I'm in the mood for some serious training today."

"Wow."

To Ray's words, it was Luzi who raised a voice that seemed sincerely unpleasant.

It often accompanies Ray's training because it is the most promising of the fangs of a wind dragon.

Even so, I mean to train more seriously than ever, so if I try to be Luzzi, the terrible imagination of myself falling out of fatigue before the main battle of the martial arts tournament takes place passes my brain.

"What are you so suddenly motivated to do?

It's not pathetic that our leader should be seen like that... but Mosto, who purely questioned Ning Ro, asks Ray.

I have no intention of complaining at all because if I try to make it a most, if Ray can train me, I will just be trained. Luzi will be stronger, and the fighting tournament will, of course, increase the overall strength of Wind Dragon's fangs when I'm about to be asked to.

I was honest about wanting you to do more.

To the words of such a most, the others also turn a similarly strange gaze to Ray.

"Well... to put it a little plainly... the walls have appeared."

Squeeze without telling anyone.

Past that brain is the noise of a rank s adventurer who is said to exist only three people in the world.

I didn't fight directly. I just talked. Nonetheless, the person who stained himself with a freezing fear and fear of his spine.

If I were to fight that opponent...... can I win? Although I ask myself that, I can never tell myself I can win.

That's why...... now I needed to be a little more powerful and ready for the time of need.

Because if Vihela and the others take action, maybe it's their job to stand in front of the noise.