Legend

Two people who showed up in front of me. Seeing a combination of men and women, Ray gives a surprising look under the hood.

Because they were two people who worked in a street we ate a while ago and they looked familiar.

Sometimes the skewers I bought and ate were very delicious, two people who were strongly impressed.

It's only surprising that those two have now appeared here.

But there was also a moment of surprise in Ray's face.

I came straight to this alley where I am. I would set up the death size I had in my hand that no way two irrelevant people showed up by chance.

Still, it didn't attack immediately because the two people who showed up didn't have the appearance to set up their weapons.

"... I wonder if you could lower your weapon. I don't want to be hostile."

Now. With such thoughts in mind, Ray observes the words of the woman - Moura - who opens her mouth in a tone of approximation, but does not do anything to lower the death-size she has set, but carefully observes her opponent.

I guess I figured out what that attitude meant. The man who was on Moura's side - Sistoy - also raises his hands, just saying that he has no hostility.

Moura also raises her hands and opens her mouth as if to learn from such a sistoy.

"I don't know if you can believe me on this occasion, but I'm not really willing to be hostile. Would you be kind enough to negotiate with me?

"I think from the timing of my appearance here, and no matter where I look from, I just seem to be related to these kids who attacked me?

"Sure. I won't deny that."

I guess we've decided that we won't believe you at all if we hide our identity here. Moura doesn't even show any particular denial of Ray's words, she admits it lightly.

That's the same for Sistoy, who's holding back behind Moura, who kept his hands up, but without alarm was paying attention to Ray's every step of the way.

If anything, we need to get Moura out of here right away.

I don't think I can fight from the front and beat Ray. But we should still be able to buy ourselves enough time to escape. I have some thoughts about abandoning the children, but I still didn't expect them to die. Sistoy without any tension with such thoughts.

But because I had such an attitude, it is pointed out by Ray.

"That guy over there seems pretty nervous, though?

"... we show up before a hand like yours, so I guess that's natural."

"Is that what this is all about?... Well, that's what I'm gonna do"

Not familiar with the assassins and assassins' fashion, Ray nods without looking particularly suspicious.

Still, I guess you can understand that the two in front of you are highly combative compared to adventurers around there. Set a death size and gaze at it without ever being alarmed.

Speaking of Ray's honesty, this development was unexpected, but it was also where he wanted to be.

Until the fight against noise, there are only four fights left. But in the present situation, I don't think we can win the battle against noise yet.

For this reason, as many battles with powerful enemies as possible.

Once in action, it's better than a few days of training.

Besides, I guess it's the same fact that the men and women in front of you are after themselves. I mean, if we don't knock him out here, he could even be attacked again later.

You read Ray's thoughts like that, Moura's expression gets tense and stiff.

At the same time, Sistoy, who was raising both hands, came forward to put that hand down and shelter Moura.

"Sistoy"

To Moura's words that lead him somewhere, Sistoy opens his mouth without distracting himself from Ray for a moment.

"I know you want someone to fight. I'll deal with him. So will you miss the woman and the child?

To the words, Ray's gaze is directed toward Moura.

A gaze somewhere to observe. But that gaze is not a colorful gaze of a man against a woman. Ningro, your gaze to measure your opponent's strength.

(From the way your body moves, you don't fight as an avant-garde, you're a follower in the rear guard, right?)

The clothes you are wearing are long sleeves and not so surprising given the autumn season.

But the original purpose of wearing long sleeves is only to keep the muscle movement of the arm from appearing to the target.

Because with some skill, it's not hard to predict what action to take next just by looking at the movement.

"Okay, fine. I'll take your suggestion."

"Right. Then we'll change places."

"No, it's here to fight"

Towards Sistoy trying to change the place, Ray tells that's all and re-sizes the death.

Sistoy tongue-in-cheek at the look of it.

As for Sistoy, if I could, it was because I was going to leave the scene in the middle of a conversation, get far enough, and then disappear into the crowd.

Yes, I wasn't going to fight Ray in any dignity from the front.

After all these years of this work, I am letting you know that fighting the man in front of you will never win as it is.

That's why I wanted to mislead this place in a way that was crisp...... did you see through that or simply didn't want to take the time to fight?

Whatever the reason, now we can't leave this place.

Prepared, Sistoy reaches for the sheath of his hips and grips the pattern of his long sword.

"Sistoit!?

"Moura, please"

To a partner who calls his name with a screaming voice, a calling systoy.

The short word had two meanings in it.

In other words, there are two meanings: asking for the children, and I want you to leave this place to yourself.

As I understand the sharpness of Sistoy's instinctive inquiry, I cannot utter any more words as a moola.

I wonder if there is any more choice than Sistoy tells us.

"Wait a minute. If we're gonna fight here, if the kid's down, then we're in the way, right? Pull right over to the edge."

"... ok. Do as you please."

Indeed, as Sistoy said, if we are to fight here, the children who are passing out on the ground are only in the way.

If you step on it, injure it, or kill it, it's because Ray's struggle to pass out without killing it becomes a bubble of water.

"Moura."

"Yes."

Listening to Ray's words, Moura and Sistoy hurry to send the stunned children towards the edge of this place.

The work is done without taking a few minutes, and at the end of Moura's gaze Sistoy and Ray turn around.

Moola, of course, doesn't just make Sistoy fight like this. Intervene in the fight if you get a chance, and kill Ray with it if you succeed... even if you don't get that far, you managed to aim to retreat from this place.

Such a tense air fills the surrounding area...

"Hiu!"

With a sharp breath like a whistle, it was Sistoy who came forward.

That hand already holds a long sword pulled out of its sheath and protrudes sharply towards Ray.

Not swinging, poking. This is purely a blow to make Ray less likely to spot an attack.

Because in line and point attacks, the former is overwhelmingly easier to avoid.

But...

"Sweet"

With that one word, like playing the protruded sword tip in a death size and tangling it up...

"Huh!?

I tried to wind it up, at that moment. The protruding long sword quickly returns to Sistoy's hand.

(The speed of the poke itself is somewhat slower than that of Rhodes, but a few steps above that of Rhodes in terms of the speed at which that poke is returned)

The power itself is comparable to that of Rhodos, but it is consequently slightly higher in terms of manipulation than the speed at hand is above.

Such a judgment is derived in the ray.

Play one thrust after the other, death-size.

It's not a slaughter, so it's going to be hard to use the trick of recieving that Ray has been practicing here for a while.

Still, I kept shocking my opponent's weapon by playing it... but it never seemed like the weapon would be destroyed.

(I see, naturally, but is it a magic item? You have a good weapon for a skewer)

Precisely the assassin of the Soul Bell, but in the lay there was a strong impression of a skewer, fixed that way.

Either way, there's no point in continuing to prevent it like this, so let's play the weapon big and jump. The moment I thought about it that way, the attack from Sistoy stops perfectly and jumps backwards a lot to open the distance from Ray.

(Shortness of breath?

Ray decides that just for all those consecutive attacks, you can't help it if you do.

In fact, the look on Sistoy's face, which opened the distance from Ray, was red to see.

But... the redness of his face, backed by Ray, who thought it was the result of apnea, distanced Sistoy breathes in the cold feeling of running through his spine.

(It sucked...... maybe if it stayed that way it was something bad for this one)

Yeah, it's not like I'm short of breath. Something special about Sistoy, something like a sixth sense, worked.

He jumped backwards and took a great distance from Ray, as if he were half dominated by that conjecture.

"... Now, are you breathing? Then we'll go this way."

Squirting, kicking the ground Ray.

As it is, Sistoy also takes a great distance from the spot according to the unpleasant hunch of running his spine, to the ray, which is rapidly approaching at a slippery rate rather than running on the ground.

Slash!

At about the same time, the death size is swinging at a rate that is like slashing and tearing up the space itself.

A blow that would have slashed and torn itself apart by all the Longswords if they had been on the spot without following the curse.

"I knew you were extraordinarily stronger than before."

Ray leans his neck unexpectedly to that dialogue, whining while wiping his cold sweat.

Because the current dialogue seemed to me like I'd seen myself fight somewhere before.

But it hasn't been that long since I took part in the fight. That would not be such a dialogue.

So, if there is...

Passing the back of my brain was a raid on the inn when I stopped on my way to the Imperial City.

"I see. It's been a long time since you've seen us... No, me? I hear he was after you."

"... Well, I don't know"

Return the words and explore the gaps in Ray as he sets up his long sword.

(Damn, are they exceptionally stronger than before after all? Even though I couldn't get my hands on it from the front, I didn't know I had a stretch so far.... you monsters)

Sistoy was biting his teeth with his heart without being able to find a gap to attack in Ray's appearance, which was death-sized.

Not long ago, there was still a gap in me.

But now I can't find that gap.

No, I can find a gap, to be precise, but every time I try to attack there, they let me know that a very bad feeling is at stake in Sistoy's chest.

And in fact, Ray was intentionally directing the attack by creating a gap, trying to release a counter to match that attack.

That's the tactic Ray is about to try in this fight against Sistoy, and because he understands that his opponent is an assassin who is clearly after himself, he can also use dangerous hands that don't matter if he dies.

"What's up? You're not attacking me? You came all the way out in front of me. There's no such thing as a mouth being the only one that can turn it around well, is there? Show me your arm as an assassin."

……

Nor does he show any action in the words of provocation emanating from Ray's mouth.... No, I can't show it.

Face each other as if to peek into each other's gaps, and stay put for a few minutes.

Moura, who was on the side of the stunned children, pointed her gaze towards the entrance of the aisle so that she cared about something, but there was no way Ray noticed that looking for the gap in Sistoy.

Ray doesn't mean you can afford Sistoy.

Anyway, in addition to creating a limit on defeating Sistoy on the counter alone, it's oddly sharp, putting in a feint kind of thing hardly ever gets hooked on it, and even if it intentionally creates a gap, it doesn't attack.

We couldn't get our hands on each other... or on each other, falling into a state of natural adhesion... that's when it came.

"... what?

What sounded unexpected was multiple footsteps. Questioning its footsteps, Ray turns his gaze toward the aisle.

Then, after a few dozen seconds, about 10 people show up.

The fact that the shadow was unmatched by the guards covered their faces with a mask... and it was obvious to see that they had a weapon in their hands, starting with a dagger.

"Buy some time."

To the grunting Ray, Sistoy nods small and backwards.

I can no longer fight this time to defeat my enemies at the counter, but I still try to take a step just to see if I should miss it...

"Now!

With that word out of Moura's mouth, a bottle containing some liquid is thrown from the masked men.

The moment I saw it, Ray jumped backwards.

But... the bottle wasn't thrown from the beginning toward Ray.

Hit the ground or no, the bottle cracks and the liquid that was inside sprinkles around, while at the same time the liquid creates a large amount of black smoke screen.

Understanding the enemy's aim, Ray wields a death size at the same time he thinks he's been hit.

"Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill!

Skills of Flying Slash to Fly Slash five times in a row.

Although the slaughter went into the smokescreen and some screams could be heard... after the smokescreen ended up disappearing, there was no Moura, Sistoy, or the children or the masked men who had been intruding, whose belonged to unknown but only a few hands and feet were falling to the ground.