Legend

That night, I notice the sound of a soldier on guard at the Third Prince's position being bashful.

It sounded like a giant bird winging, but now it's night. Though I don't think most birds can move except for birds like owls, could it be a monster raid? With such doubts, I turn my gaze to the sky where the moonlight falls.

Note that this is a relatively endless part of Count Obrisin's territory, not far from the streets leading to the Imperial Capital.

More than that, we regularly exterminate monsters, and most importantly, we exterminate them on a massive scale for travelers heading to the Imperial City in advance of combat competitions.

But if you are a flying monster, many of the monsters who flee quickly when the soldiers, knights and adventurers who carried out such extermination approach you and come back when you are gone. Harpy, in particular, was often just poorly intelligent and quite high enough to make bad wisdom work.

If some kind of monster came raiding, we must call for backup immediately.

Even the possibility of an Imperial Army dragon knight coming in for a night raid comes to mind, while holding the magic item's magic whistle that was given to him when he was on watch, spears with his other hand...... at the next moment, he sees a presence descending from the air at the tip of his gaze and stops his movement accidentally.

That was so powerful that it was not comparable to Harpy's.

It's probably smaller in size than the dragon knight's manipulative Wyburn. But the force that emanates from it is so overwhelming that it makes Wyburn think he's a little lizard.

Further ahead of the soldier's gaze, he lands on the ground and approaches himself in a motion that prevents the person on the back of his existence from feeling fuzzy and weighty.

Who is it! That's what I shouted and wanted to whistle, but before that, the shadow opens its mouth.

"Are we sure this is a Third Prince position?

In that word, the soldier is forced to swallow the words that he said were screams.

3rd prince pie. Because I didn't feel anything hostile at all for saying that word.

I know that we are supposed to have flipped an anti-flag against the Empire. Above and beyond that, I wondered if the hand of the 1st prince Kabazid had come to set up the night raid... more precisely, but as far as this looks, it doesn't look that way. Ningro, somewhere friendly that looks like we're even on our side.

That's why the soldier stops and opens his mouth when he tries to blow a demonic whistle.

For a moment, isn't this the other hand and you're trying to kill yourself for this gap? Such a question has passed the back of my brain, but if I had a monster with a huge presence at the end of my gaze, I would decide that it would not be difficult to defeat myself without such imitation.

"... who are you?

Still, I guess this is how you have to ask, as a lookout.

"Rank B Adventurer, it's Ray. Right, is it easier to tell the Bestian Empire people this? Deep Red Ray, and"

The watchman opens his eyes wide to that word out of Ray's mouth.

Deep red ray. Those military officials who don't know that name... no, no one, not even ordinary people, would know it because it was a name.

You can't see everything on your face because you're wearing a hood. Still, it didn't seem to me that within sight of the moonlight, it had the power to change the war, whether it was a child's face or a woman's face, to say the least.

It would also affect that he did not have the Great Sickle, which is also one of the synonyms as a deep red.

But... Still, the watchman decides it's deep red in front of him.

Clearer evidence than the sickle... because Griffon was right in front of us. The fact that Deep Red uses Griffon as his obedience is already widely known.

And imitating Griffon, a Rank A monster, as an obedient demon, is difficult even for a Rank A adventurer.

More than that, it was natural for the watchman to decide that it was a deep red in front of him.

"No, and you're surprised. I'm talking about a position on Count Obrisin's territory, so if I thought I was exactly based in a city or village somewhere, I didn't think I'd be in a place where there was nothing."

I guess Ray's words, whimpered casually, also relieved some of the tension on the lookout. Smile small and open your mouth.

"He thought if the base was where people were, the average person would be involved in the fight, too. Yeah, even if you can see it, Count Obrisin has a side of the people's minds.... So, back to the point, what's Deep Red doing here? It doesn't seem like it would be hostile."

"Gru?"

I guess I reacted to the word hostility. Seto turns his gaze to the soldier on the lookout as he throats.

Anyway, Ray would have to be nervous as a soldier if he could turn such a gaze on Seto. Because that's how many Rank A monsters exist.

"Calm down. Nothing Seto wants to do with you. I'm just a little curious."

"Grrrrrrrr?"

What's the matter with you? and Ceto leaning his neck, but still the movement of the soldier on the lookout is consolidated.

I can't do this. Having so decided, Ray gives up taming Seto and opens his mouth.

"Anyway, is it true that the Third Prince is gathered here? Then there must be Vihera and Theorem, too, right? Tell him I'm here. You'll understand soon enough."

"... ah, oh. Wow, okay. Just give me a minute."

Where the momentary calm earlier disappeared, the soldier on watch leaves straight into the position.

Ray dropped that back off, I think.

(It's also a problem that there's only one watch, but in the first place, can you just go report me with me free here? If I were a spy or something, I'd go inside and destroy as many... oh, no. Isn't it that easy?)

Ray, who was gazing into the position, understands that there are signs ahead. Nor is that just a sign. It's a sign that he seems to have some strength.

(Perhaps the lookout I was here is fishing bait. I guess the lords of these signs hunt the guy hooked to it. Is the arrangement of this position, where we can see offensive elements, Vihella? Theoreme? Both are likely to do it, but they also don't)

While I was thinking about it that way, the soldier earlier must have contacted me up there. At the end of Ray's gaze, I hear a noisy voice in Russia.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto rubs his face against Ray, who is looking toward the position, rattling his throat.

Ray, who sees the colour of hunger in his expression, gives Ceto the dried meat removed from the mysteries.

"Grrrrrrrr...... Grrrrrrrr"

It is a dry meat made from a long empty pavilion. Its dried meat, which is first-class in its own right and takes a lot of work to make, is naturally delicious.

As I stroke Seto, who eats that hassle-free dried meat with joy and throat, eventually I can see a few figures coming from behind the position.

Because the big, round moon is floating in the night sky like autumn, it was not such a difficult story to discern the faces of those approaching if you try to lay them with original dark vision abilities.

But Ray leans his neck unwittingly when he sees those approaching him.

There was a figure of Theorem, and there was also a figure of Ciance, his deputy. I hope it's not too far, but I don't see Vihera.

Instead there was the figure of a musculoskeletal old man.

Furthermore, it has exfoliated struggle from all over the body, and if you look at the Battleax you have in each hand, it is obvious that you are not here to talk, although not very much.

(Why is this coming out?

I have a feeling I'm going to have trouble with that guy approaching me, and I accidentally sigh inside out, Ray.

Could there have been a knight or something out there who decided he was an assassin from the Empire? That's what I thought, but the attitude of those around me showed that a man was in the right place.

So finally, a group of people, including Theorem, arrived before Ray...

"Whoa, are you Ray the Deep Red? I heard from Vihella that she was pretty strong, but I don't think she is."

What, does this guy judge by his appearance, too?

When he whines with his sigh inside, the man laughs as if he understands what Ray is thinking.

"Well, that's what a normal guy would say"

"Heh.... Theorame, what about this guy?

He turns his gaze to the man's words as if they attracted a small amount of interest, and he speaks to Theorem, next to him.

The voiced person opens his mouth with a small bend of his lips and a grin over the matter of Ray's appearance.

"It's Count Obrisin. When Vihella was originally in the Empire, he was one of Vihella's men. In this case, some of us have a very important role to play in the war."

"Vihera's... Hey"

Ray groaned unexpectedly at Theorem's words, but those around him who heard the groan shrugged.

That would be so. It can be said that it is the greatest force of war among this third prince, and if you see the third prince Merclio admiring it, it can be said that it is essentially the greatest power in this. Because that's Vihera.

But Ray doesn't seem to care what's going on around him, and he keeps asking Theorem in front of him.

"So, what's the key Vihera?

"I'm on vacation. In the first place, it's already midnight. What's happening now is like a soldier on the lookout who let me know Ray's here."

They leave what's happening to them for now.

Count Obrisin, who was watching Ray and Theorem interact, eventually waves his one-handed Battleax loudly.

Of course it's not a blow to Ray. Swinging toward a space of nothing, Battleax echoes the sound of crushing the night air itself to its surroundings.

"Come on, don't be too wild to imitate me. I've been wanting to see you ever since I heard about you."

"I don't know what they said, but it could mean allies to each other. Don't you think we don't need to fight?

Even as I realize that what I see in front of me is a battle junkie similar to Vihera, I will not tell you that at all.

But the Earl of Obrisin shuts up and shakes his neck to the side, then opens his mouth as he squeezes the Battleax between his hands.

"Sure, maybe you're famous for having an alias. But I can't convince you without checking your strength with my own eyes. So... don't die, okay? Let's go!

That's what I'm yelling at. No, Count Obrisin is shrinking his distance from Ray with his two-handed Battleax standing.

The armor you are wearing is a breasted armor made of metal, but fast enough not to make you feel any of its weight.

Battleax, which is swinging toward Ray as it is, is swinging vertically with his right hand and horizontally with his left hand.

The attack, wielded in a cross-like fashion, cuts off the sky lightly, however, as Ray leaps lightly backwards.

Having landed backwards without making a sound as it were, Ray retrieves the death size from the mystering.

I avoided the blow now with ease, but then it would be obvious to see the grin in Count Obrisin's mouth that he did so deliberately to make himself known.

"Gru?"

"No, leave this place to me."

Help? and Ray, who leans his neck and asks Seto, returns the words small.

With how Ray looks like that, Seto also realized that this is another serious battle... not a kill each other. He rang his throat small and fell back, falling asleep to where the grass was growing.

"Hmm."

Count Obrisin, who was watching one of those interactions with one, turns his gaze to the giant sickle Ray has when he snorts satisfactorily.

(Is that Death Size? Surely don't feel so powerful as to be disastrous. Was it a harvest just to see this)

Whilst whining inside, I still don't have the body to end the fight with this, and I want to cross the blades a few more times. From that thought, distort your mouth with a belligerent grin.

I guess that was something similar again with Ray. That it is not just the nobility of the name that is in front of you, but that you have firm power.

That's why...

"Look, it's my turn next."

If you squeal like that, you keep kicking the ground at once and packing your time with Count Obrisin.

Still, I guess there's a consciousness that it doesn't taste good if you just kill it. The Death Size Stone Poke swung to the Earl of Obrisin.

But if Ray still cares about it, he'll be fine with piercing metal armor.

"Ha!

Swing down the stone poke coming for your pigeon tail to play with the Battle Axe you have...

Together with the metal sound of Ginn, the battle ax of the swinging down is played.

Count Obrisin never thought his blow would play so easily, and Ray is surprised to know it was a magic item because of the feeling when Battleax and Death Size hit him.

Keep distancing each other...

"That's it!

With Theorem's words, he lowered the weapon he was holding.