Legend

Eyes on a death-sized blade stuck to his neck muscle will not change Sistoy's look.

The gaze is poured on Ray without ever giving up.

Even in that state, the cloak wraps around the protective colors as if they blend into the surrounding scenery, so it would appear in a kind of different sight from the side.

"Now, what do we do from this situation? As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing more you can do than get caught and give me information."

"Unfortunately, I'm still quite attached to the organization. It's not easy to imitate betrayal."

The words out of Sistoy's mouth are true.

Sometimes, as it did a few days ago, they do inhumane acts using children. But still, it is only with an organization called the Soul Bell that Sistoy and Moura have been brought to life, and they cannot and are not going to imitate that organization to betray it.

"Then will you die?

"Give me a break about that... hey!

With that cry, a dagger runs through the sky from within the cape.

Even with a small, surprising look on that blow fired at his face, he attracts and plays on hand a death-size stone poke that was poking at Sistoy.

"Guh!"

The Death Size blade must have damaged it when I drew it to hand. Sistoy's wrapped cloak is mutilated, and at the same time he leaks a voice of pain with wounded pain in his arm, which he threw a dagger at.

"Imitating like that in this state, other than just a bad scratch...... Huh!?

Nothing. That's what Ray tried to tell him, and he jumps sideways from the spot aggressively to the wind-cut noise he heard from behind.

A dagger that passes where Ray's body was until a moment ago.

As soon as he lands, he shouts his gaze toward the flying dagger as he sees how it is in the air.

"Who!?

That scream, which was leaked by accident, was probably due to the fact that it was still poked more than ever.

Because there was already only myself and Sistoy in the modem, and later it was the perception that they would just pull out information and take away the cloak of magic items.

But Ray is breathtaking to the person who existed before he turned his gaze.

Because I was there because Death Size cut my body into my upper and lower body and I was supposed to be a dead man.

(Alive in this situation? Was it like an undead!?

Follow that decision and set the death size and turn back to the target. I turned around... The man who threw the dagger a few seconds ago lowers his arm to the ground as if he had lost power while in that position.

It's as if you've exhausted all your powers.

"... what?

The person shown at the end of Ray's gaze whining is no longer alive and not even picky.

It is an authentic corpse.

It's weirder to be alive only with your upper body in the first place, but I'm pretty sure you've been throwing daggers at me.

If you are a normal human being, act surely impossible first. In fact, no other living body exists. Still, there was no reason not to admit it more than what actually happened.

If it were the kind of monster, it wouldn't have surprised me as much if I had imitated it to move only in the upper body. But it was Ray's intention that the subject was a person.

At the same time, if you try to make it the sistoy you were after for that moment, it is a thousand opportunities to encounter, knocking about a few centimetres of stone-like magic items on the floor that create a smokescreen with the meaning of glare.

Smoke screen produced at the same time.

Its smokescreen, which instantly appeared, fills the modem.

And sensing signs of Sistoy's movement, Ray waved his death size toward its smokescreen.

It's a shame you can't get the information out and scratch the cloak you wanted. Still, because I decided instantly that it would be better to make the choice of letting Sistoy escape here.

Sistoy, who naturally did not think that he would let himself escape so easily, moves his body according to an instinctive inquiry.

The act, which can even be described as miraculous, averts Ray's blow and leads straight to the door of the modem.

The first thing Ray did against such a sistoy was be vigilant.

I decided I might paint the smokescreen perfectly and attack me, but it was a late act, but the signs I could feel would walk away from me.

When I see it, I take the dagger out of Mystering and throw it.

I would have preferred a spear that was by nature the best at throwing, but I can't shake a spear any more than I can be near a wall.

But with a dagger, it was also possible to throw just the movement of the wrist.

Furthermore, it will be true that the dagger was used by the men who were considered puppets, and that it was poisoned, which helped to make the decision.

"Guh!"

A scream as if you could endure the pain you hear.

I didn't know exactly how much poison was painted on the dagger, Ray, but it was nevertheless obvious that it was no more than a poison prepared to kill itself.

"Have you finished?

While whining, I don't feel like moving around in the smokescreen if I think of the doll guy who's attacked me even if it's still only my upper body earlier, and I'll see if there's any signs of movement around me.

Even after a few seconds as it is, there is no better way for the doll men to move.

At the same time, he finally exhales into the hasty footsteps he hears from outside the modem room.

The breath is not a relieving breath, and the thought of letting it escape is also strong.

"It was big to let him get away. He was a pain in the ass in many ways."

What that whine contains is the colour of bitterness.

After all, I didn't know why I was able to keep dodging my attacks.

There were a number of things that I thought avoided attacks that could even be considered particularly deadly.

And...

"I didn't get that cape after all either."

Small sigh.

A magic item that should also be called a chameleon cape, which is simulated in the surrounding scenery. If you move, you'll find that discomfort, but still make it harder for your opponent to gauge his/her interval when fighting at close range, something he/she would definitely have wanted if he/she tried to lay off the fight against noise a few days later.

Thinking that way, I hear voices coming from the door of the modem.

"Wow, what the hell is this... I can't see inside!? Hey, there's someone out there!

"Oh, there he is! I'm sorry, but wait a little longer. The smokescreen in the room..."

That's how I shrugged, then. It's like the smokescreen that's been spreading all over the room was a dream or something. But I can suddenly disappear.

Literally, it disappeared like smoke.

"... this is..."

Unexpectedly stuck in words about whether it was an unexpected thing to do for Ray.

That's how I saw a man in his 20s looking at himself with a flashing look through the door of a modelroom.

He was in a martial arts tournament and was the man on the steering committee I had seen several times.

The fact that we never talked about it, but still it was the face we saw, is a factor that makes Ray exhale in relief as well.

"I'm sorry, but I need you to call people. As you can see, there was a lot going on."

"Ah, oh. No, but are you okay? The room looks amazing..."

There is no point in the man on the steering committee squealing in a flash. Because most of the shelves, boxes, tables, chairs, etc. in the armoire are chopped and torn, and there are several signs of massive slaughter, even on the walls.

Trying to tell the guy who approached me to worry about Ray that he had nothing to do with the injury... duh, I doubt it.

It is true that there are traces of slaughter all over the place in this modem room today. That's for sure. But other than that, I was wondering if there would ever be an eye-catching presence left.

Yes, there are doll men with their upper and lower bodies amputated and their blood, flesh, or guts scattered all over the floor.

At the moment of doubt about it, I feel something cold as if I've been put ice in my spine, almost instinctively distracting my body.

At the same time, a dagger piercing where Ray's body was until a moment ago.

The sword tip of that dagger is wet in some liquid, and it's not so hard to determine it's poison from what happened here.

"... what are you going to do?

With Death Size in hand, Ray asks the man on the Steering Committee.

It would be natural that insurance is caged in that voice. No, the end of that frustration is the addition or subtraction of your own idiocy that didn't spot the other person's nature.

When you observe someone while you think so, you feel uncomfortable.

I can't say where, but the discomfort that exists for sure.

"Oh, what's wrong? And you're in trouble. If they destroy the armoire to this point, they'll be pissed off by the people up there."

The discomfort that exists in Ray is further spread to the man who tells him that he cares nothing about the acts he has done earlier.

Such a feeling, as if words and deeds were separate.

With that look on his face, the man waves his dagger toward Ray again.

"Absolutely, any athlete who is in a fighting tournament is rampant and troublesome. Of course you won't deny it, will you? You wouldn't be trying to fight in front of a lot of people if you weren't like that. But even if they do this to the modem room..."

The dagger waves as I tell him so.

The movement is very difficult to read, although the expression and behavior do not match.

The fact that the dagger is poisoned would also be the reason why it is becoming more troublesome.

I know that my flesh, unlike normal human beings, was created by bringing together the skills of a single gate of Zeppyre. But still, if you suffer an injury, it's natural that it hurts, and if you eat poison, you don't have to die to suffer from it.

I'm sorry about that even in normal condition, and most importantly, I have a match with Noise in three days.

I definitely wanted to avoid imitation that would take extra damage in a place like this.

I find myself reading the movement of a dagger that a man wields.

The speed of the dagger being wielded is not such a substitute that it can be put out to an amateur.

For that, there's nothing to say about skill, and I guess I haven't trained as an assassin.

At the same time, the bodies of the doll men in the corner of their sight.

Look at it, understand.

"I see you're just like them."

"Well, what are you talking about? I'm sorry if something went wrong between the players, but we're going to disqualify the fight."

Ray frowns slightly even though, for some reason, the answer to the conversation is subtly established, even though it is not entirely plausible.

But I gained certainty in that exchange. I wonder if this man is also like the men of the doll he slashed.

"Shit, a bunk. You're just about ready."

"Yes, I understand. Then the next opponent will be a Halvard user, so I'll call you when I'm ready."

I guess I don't know what I'm already saying myself. Even as he tells him so, the man wields his dagger wide enough to poke that blade at Ray.

While dodging it, Ray tried to poke the death size in his hand... and stopped the move.

Because I understood that if I killed the man in front of me right now, it would be a lot of trouble.

Unlike the men I killed earlier, I'm pretty sure the one in front of me right now is a management committee member of the martial arts competition. Beyond that, if you kill here, you will disqualify the Martial Arts Competition... and hence the request from Vihela and Theorem to noticeably attract the attention of the upper levels of the Vestian Empire is also likely to end in failure.

(I'd just like to stun him and seize him if I could... I guess I can't)

I can easily predict that if you think about the doll guy who was moving even if he had his upper and lower body amputated, an attack that would stun him here would not work.

You're a pain in the ass.

"Right. But this is also the rule to facilitate the martial arts competition."

The same, seemingly meshing, unmeshing conversation.

I tongued about that conversation, then. A loud voice is heard from the door of the armoury.

"Hey! What the hell is this..."

It was a man in his 30s who came out of the door screaming. If you see him in the same uniform as the man waving the dagger in front of Ray, you can immediately understand what character he is.

"Leronay!?

Out of the man's mouth was probably the name of the man who was attacking Ray.

But the man called Leronay waves a dagger at Ray without reacting at all to such a man.

"Leronay, what are you doing! Stop... I'm telling you to stop! Are you insane!?

"You can compete in this match from the qualifying round up to the top three."

A man who calls desperately, but has no effect whatsoever.

"Damn, what's going on... Leronay!

"It's no use... dude!

Ray, who played a dagger protruded for his own face in a death-sized stone-piercing part, tells him so.

There is no rush, I guess, because Ning Lo is relieved by this situation.

I mean, that someone showed up who could prove that he didn't unilaterally kill Lilonay.

"As you can see, it's completely brainwashed"

"... Brainwashing? Who would imitate that?"

"Well!

Avoid a dagger blow with that word and pay for Leronay's leg with a stone poke.

No matter how much it is enhanced, it seems that it could not be strengthened to its own qualities, and Lilonay falls on the spot.

At the same time, he punches Lironay in the face with a smug blow and launches into the air.

Feet forcefully onto Leronay's back as he fell onto the floor, opening his mouth toward the man near the entrance.

"Can you take this guy over there?

with the meaning of confirming.