Legend

"Look, what's going on? What's going on? You can't even keep up with this much movement, so you can't beat that deep red first, can you?

To Bratta's teasing words, Rodos' wielding sword tip adds even more momentum.

It releases a series of thrusts that I specialize in, but all of them can't even scratch one of the scratches against Bratta.

"Ray beat a guy named Ganda in today's game. You were watching the fight then, weren't you? Power of a blow to speed. Both of them are extraordinarily above you. I'm sure you'll never be able to beat Deep Red for what's going on with your arm."

"Ugh! I'll do it...... I'll do it!

The speed of the long sword wielded is increased even more. But...... Bratta, who saw it, exhaled a small sigh and held it in her hand, waved and played a long sword for a simulated battle without a blade.

The blow caused the long sword, which was lightly in Rodos' hands, to rise as it rotated into the air.

"No, no, no. I told you first. You gain the power of a single blow when blood rises on your head, but the accuracy of the attack becomes a big mess for that matter. You can't beat Deep Red like this. Be a little calmer. Every time I say something, the attack is losing accuracy. That's why you got lightly hit without a good spot, right?

Rhodos eats his teeth off Bratta's words, which come with fierce waste.

I had promised to get a magic item, but Bratta told me that it still wouldn't make sense if it didn't involve skill, and I was convinced that Rhodos was right.

That bratta told me I was going to train, and this is how I was training... one miscalculation.

That was something Bratta didn't think well of Rodos.

If you try blatta, you may generally have arms standing but it's not far enough for you. Yet being blindfolded by Soble, who is also his own partner, was not an interesting story.

I know I didn't pull it out because I need it purely as a force inside, but I think it's just a means to gather information about Ray and Elk and confront them when they're hostile to them.

But... Still, what's not funny is not funny.

Soble once told me to train Rodos in advance, and I train like this with the logic of magic items, but I'm originally an honest bratta to my emotions. The tone really makes it strong and aggressive.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

"That's how you're going to be out of breath because your consciousness is focused solely on the attack. You even showed me that failure in the game against Deep Red, didn't you? Don't you know the word reflection?

"Oh, I know."

Breathe deeply and prepare your breath.

While watching it, Bratta sighs as she bears a long sword for simulated combat on her shoulders.

"For once, the basics are done, and you seem to fight quite well, but I don't know what to say... can't you apply them well? Simply put, you don't have the sense to fight."

"Gu."

I guess that's because he understands the language best. I bite my teeth with remorse and stare at Bratta.

But the person with such a gaze continues to speak without looking concerned at all.

"Sense around here can be manageable with practice or something, to some extent, but ultimately, it's sensational, so talent says something.... Well, that's why even adventurers get so low in numbers that they become high-ranking adventurers. The same thing about knights and stuff."

"I guess..."

Rhodos agrees, remembering his own father and what Ray looks like.

"So, from that point of view, I'm really not talented in Rodos' case. Honestly, I don't think it's possible to beat Deep Red first...... are you willing to give up?

"No!"

Even if I don't have the talent myself, I still have the will against Ray.

Of course I have feelings for Vihera, but it was already irrelevant to Ray there.

Be sure to carve the existence of yourself into its heart. There is no room for choosing the means for this.

"Huh.... ok. Then why don't we fight some more? In my case, I'm not very good at teaching people, so it's really going to be a mock war center.... I'll beat you to the point where you don't have any more in that body. That's so you can react unconsciously."

"It would help if you did that"

Is he finally fully breathed, Rhodos faces Bratta with his long sword in his hand again.

"Let's go!

That's what he shouted and attacked towards Bratta.

I'll set it up tomorrow.

"... tomorrow, huh? I'm ready for this one, but it's going to be sudden again."

In one of the mansions in the imperial capital, Sistoy gives a small and surprising look to Moura's words.

I guess the only reason I haven't had any surprise but upset is because I understood that Sistoy needed to move soon too.

Though I never thought the time to move was tomorrow.

"Right. Even for me, I would have liked to have made a few more observations about that guy if I could...... Look, there was something about the kids, right?

Sistoy frowns slightly at the words that came out of Moura's mouth.

Without those who came to help me then, I would surely have been killed by Ray, and most importantly, I would not have been able to help all the children.

However, even Sistoy had to suffer as a result of the attack of pursuit released from Ray when he eventually escaped, which resulted in the loss of the hands and feet of some of those who came to help him.

That's the same with Moura, who goes on to explain it again after turning a lightly caring gaze to Sistoy.

"In the end, there must have been a lot of impact on the way we moved about it. They want us to do our own butt plush. And it looks like our client's been contacting us."

"Ning Ro, that's your destiny."

"Well, I don't know. Most of them are junior aristocrats, even if they're clients? Given the organization's connections, it seems surprisingly punitive to us."

Indeed, Moura and Sistoy are known as arm-writers among the bells of soul quenching. Still, it's not the only one, and if you try to make it the bell of the soul that exists behind society, being exposed to the secrecy of the organization was more important than being two.

Still, Moura decides that it is the enthusiasm of the organization that doesn't eliminate us immediately.

"Who are you dealing with tomorrow, Deep Red?

"Uh, a wizard, for sure."

"... there were still wizards left?

Sistoy with a surprising look on Moura's words.

Anyway, if you're a magic warrior who uses both magic and weapons like Ray, it's because you couldn't believe that there were pure wizards left until World War V.

As usual, this wizard would undoubtedly have been the subject of discussion. But so many topical wizards didn't talk about it so far because there was a bias between Ray and Noise.

Even if there is a star that shines somewhat brighter, naturally the star will not stand out if there is a star that shines so much that it is not comparable to it.

As a result, the extremely brilliant wizard who had advanced to the Fifth World War had made his martial arts tournament this far without so much talk.

Of course, the audience coming to watch the tournament is watching the wizard, but it still couldn't beat the topic of two aliases, Deep Red and Immovable.

There are several other aliases involved, but it may be natural given that they are not discussed either.

"I hear you are. You seem to be handsome for a long time, but you won't have a chance of winning against Deep Red. Besides, no matter how many games you give deep scratches against deep red, you end up recovering when you get off the stage."

"You sure do. But... that's a physical wound, isn't it? You never recovered from mental fatigue."

In the words, Moura gives a convincing look.

Because it was an indisputable fact.

But exhale immediately.

"But can we hunt him down until he makes that deep red feel mentally fatigued? Look at all the games you've played, you've never done your best, have you? In the first place, Deep Red hasn't used magic since the main battle."

"Sure. But still, you just have to bet on the slightest bit more likely than you have to, right?

"... so is that. So what are we gonna do? You're not gonna tell me you're gonna launch an attack from the front, are you?

"No way."

Sistoy denying Moura's words below.

I've always known that fighting from the front doesn't win, and above all, I already understand that I don't want to fight when I help the children who became my reason to carry out raids tomorrow.

It wasn't long before I faced a living human being and felt so cold.

(Ningro, it's like something other than human...... no, it's not)

It was Sistoy, who whined in his heart, but immediately dismisses the idea.

I've checked Ray's face a few times, but he doesn't have characteristic ears like an elf, he doesn't have a gusty physique like a dwarf, and even more so, he doesn't have a beast area like a beast man.

I could only see humans from anywhere.

It was therefore an idea that I rejected, but I proceed with the conversation without realizing that it was literally a hit at all.

"If I could, I'd like to strike a place where I'm off in the modem after the game. It's more likely to strike when it's normal, even if it's less"

"I guess. But it doesn't make sense to plant dolls in the pantry, does it? Sure, the dolls I can use right now are quite army, but I can't do a clever imitation of killing signs or anything like that. It's a completely combat-oriented adjustment."

"... Is it hard after all?

"Right. If you have the trouble adjusting to a bandit doll, you can adjust 10 regular combat dolls...... no, 15 is something you can adjust to. Besides, there aren't many people who adapt to banditry."

Despite the imitation of kidnapping and brainwashing humans for their own ends, there is nothing wrong with Moura's attitude.

So when the children from the slums are thrown away and pawned, they put themselves at risk until they go to rescue because they have a proper trace of themselves and everything else?

"You couldn't have drugged the food... could you? If I could do that, I'd be quick."

"You just can't have an alias dying with such a simple hand. Considering the sharpness of the survey, I don't think it's surprising to see through the food that's poisoned by Ningro."

"... Indeed"

I couldn't deny that it was an opinion without a thump, just looking at Ray's ability to unreasonably.

"But thinking the other way around, you mean avoiding poison, because it works, right? Considering the area... Well, I think you should stop poisoning food and drinks."

"I guess so. It would be nice if you could eat the poison that's in the food, but something to be sure of if it wasn't. That'll make it a lot harder to raid."

It's a tough opponent to make. Moura and Sistoy really had to recognize it that way.

"Anyway, you need to be ready for more than you have to do. Moura, please adjust the doll."

"Leave it to me.... Oh"

When I nod back at Sistoy's words, I stop moving as if I had come up with something.

Stay put for a few seconds. Eventually Moura opens her mouth.

"Hey, Sistoy. If the poison might work, why don't you poison your weapon when attacking Deep Red?

It was Sistoy who was surprised by the suggestion.

It's not unusual for assassins to use poison. But still, Moura and Sistoy have never used the means of using poison in weapons before.

That's purely because with Moola's doll and Sistoy's skill, that wouldn't have been necessary, but it's also because there were so many inconvenient aspects to using poisoned weapons after all.

Especially those adjusted as Mullah's puppets can slow down when making their own decisions for a few seconds.

And most importantly, he feared that such dolls would be robbed of their weapons and used towards Sistoy.

But I can't afford to think about such a long time all this time.

It was Moola's decision that she had to take some more risks than she needed to defeat Deep Red no matter what.

I guess Sistoy figured that out, too. Mullah's rhetoric nodded, and the discussion on how to end the deep red continued for a while afterwards, even if slightly more emphasis on banditry skills than combat power would make the choice of adding more maneuvers to the use of poison daggers.