Legend

Outside the magic tent, Ray turns to the men.

Two have long swords, and a total of three have spears.

Naturally, there are no other tents around where those who can also be considered the centers of the Third Prince are gathered for meetings.

That's why there was as much room in space as there was for mock warfare.

"Grrrrrrrr?"

Such a ray and the men, Seto watches as he falls asleep from a short distance.

Those who had never actually seen the presence of Ceto, although they had heard of it in their stories, including the men who came out of the Magic Tent, had a stunned look when they saw Ceto lying on the side of the Magic Tent.

The two knights who had been entrusted with escorting the magic tent were nervous to see.

After all, having a presence called Griffon near us can really make us nervous.

It is also significant that Ray, the Lord of Seto, was inside the Magic Tent and was not nearby.

You can see that we are acting together as submissive demons - not all over the city, so naturally we are not wearing submissive necklaces - but standing near a being called Griffon without its Lord was giving the knights considerable tension and wear and tear.

Most importantly, Ray was finally freed from the tension and wear and tear... One after the other, arguably the head of this army, came out of the magic tent, and three of them turned to Ray in a sword swallowing manner.

Why do we have to do it when we're doing our job... even if we think so from the inside?

With those knights in the room, Ray and the men turn to each other.

Starting with Theorem and Merclio, Tiyur and Gurgasto, the others watched the situation a little further away from Ray and the men.

Vihera then stands between Ray and the men and opens her mouth.

"We're going to start a mock fight, but we're not going to let them get fatal scratches or injuries that will interfere with their behavior. All right?

The reason Vihera is judging this way is simple.

If you pull Ray out, he's the strongest person on this scene.

Even for the men who are relative to Ray, it is obvious that Vihera has feelings for Ray, and in that sense some thoughts are not worthy of judgment.

But it was also true that for the men in the first place, this battle should be seen as close as possible, rather than the biggest reason for Vihella to wake up.

"No problem"

A man of leadership among the men, a man who looks a few years older than Vihera, nods to confirm the rules.

"No problem over here"

And Ray snorts at Vihera's words as well.

When Vihera turns her gaze with the last meaning to confirm it, especially the uncontested men and Rays return silently without saying anything.

But... soon Ray will open his mouth.

Because two of the three men went backwards.

What remained on the spot was a man of the three who was not a leader with a long sword.

Ray accidentally opens his mouth while removing the Death Size from the Mystering.

"What the hell are you going to do? No way, what are you gonna do with me on your own?

I guess that word sounded insulting. A man in his twenties left on the spot moves his cheeks hiccups.

"You said Deep Red Ray. Sure, you may have an alias, but were you gonna deal with all three of us at the same time just by ourselves? It seems like it's taking us too lightly."

A man who pulls a long sword out of his hip sheath and tells Ray as he stares at him.

(Even if we face each other like this, can't we understand the difference in power between us?

Ray turned his gaze toward Vihera, whining inside, but all he came back with was the silent, tiny, side-by-side motion of shaking his neck.

If you were to force yourself to fix that attitude into words, would you say something like 'I don't know if you say it in words, so teach it up with your strength'?

To such a silent will from Vihera, Ray exhales and waves Death Size.

Those watching Ray and the man around him breathe unexpectedly into a sharp blow like slashing and tearing the air.

That's the same for two fellow men who were across the street or watching from a remote place, and I guess you finally realized how powerful a presence called Ray is to get here. He turns his sword tip toward Ray with all his might toward the long sword he was holding.

You have too much power in your body.

Human beings can move faster out of a state of moderate power and relaxation from the body.

But the man in front of him, after seeing Ray's waved blow, was clearly powered by his body, which was not very, but did not seem to be able to fight properly.

However, the battle has already begun in seconds...

"Come on, show him the pride of your nobility!

Men can put more effort into their bodies in the voices of their own people heard from behind them.

As for those who sent backup, I guess they don't intend to. But still, the man standing in front of Ray was moving badly to see.

(For what it's worth to have feelings for Vihera, aren't you used to fighting in public this way?

Think so, Ray.

Of course there are reasons for that, but what's still bigger than that would be standing in front of Ray.

Ray himself had little awareness of it, but as a result of many of the intense battles he had experienced since coming to this world and even diving through the fight against noise, he was putting considerable pressure on his opponents just to be facing each other in this way.

However, he is hardly aware of it and only leans his neck inwardly at the man's actions.

If this was someone with some experience in action, they would have been able to overcome the pressure from Ray, but unfortunately, the men have considerably less experience in action themselves.

Because even when it came to actually fighting in action, he had taken the means to leave it to his men who were good at it.

But that's not bad. Because using people is one talent, and as a nobleman, it's important.

But at this time, only now that Ray and I are facing each other, that experience was of little use.

A man who has enough strength to manage to match his elite knight opponents in training, but I guess it still means training and actual combat are separate.

"So, are we ready for each other?

Ray responds to the words of Vihella by putting up a death size, and the man manages to respond by putting up a long sword.

It was already a battle with visible results, but Vihera opens her mouth wide.

"Begin!"

With that voice, it wasn't Ray who first kicked the ground and set it up...... it was the guy.

Rather than being thought-provoking, there was a movement that I let my body remember in a half-confused state, which meant that the man was serious enough when it came to training.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The long sword of the man who packed his time is waved as he roares halfway closer to screaming.

Horizontal giraffe blow, like trying to break your torso straight off.

I have to stop moving just before I hit it, more than this is a mock fight if it's supposed to be, but I can't afford a man like that.

"Ahhh!

Such a scream came from one of the nobles who responded amicably to Ray.

In the eyes of that nobleman, I would have seen a future in which a long sword waved by a horizontal giraffe would turn Ray's torso into two pieces.

But in the next moment a noble man... and others saw the result of taking a longsword waved by a horizontal giraffe in a death-size pattern, entangling it as it flowed into the stone-piercing part, and flying the longsword over the sky.

Furthermore, using a death-size pattern, a movement involving a long sword was used, and when the surrounding people noticed, the death-size blade was sticking perfectly against the neck muscle of the man.

"Nah..."

I don't know what happened. He was the man who raised his voice that way, but he doesn't cover the outcome of the battle already.

"That's it. Winner, Ray."

And the words of Vihera dictate a clear victory or defeat.

The blemishes heard from the surroundings are often that Ray's strength was real.

That would be so. Because the battle was essentially decided once the blades were exchanged. That, too, leaves Ray with room to see.

(If I could, I would have used the King's armor with the meaning of practice... because it's unusually difficult to apply or subtract force. If you use it poorly, it might turn out like you did to a bandit)

If you're a clear enemy who's been after your life like a bandit, you're still one of us now.... I'm not saying it's clear, but it's hostile.

Ray opens his mouth as he looks at the two remaining, a leader with a spear and a long sword.

"It's a hassle to deal with one person at a time. You can hang it together."

"Become, are you going to fool us!?

Screaming like that is a man with a spear.

But the man himself understood best that he was screaming because he was in a situation where he couldn't retreat.

Chirali, and I breathe unexpectedly when I see a long sword wound up in the air and pierced to the ground.

I know what I did. I use a spear that is a long weapon. If you're an understated opponent, you'll be able to imitate the same.

But what Ray did earlier was an amazingly smooth move, and if you ask me if I can imitate the same on the same level as that, the answer is no.

Similar imitation and the same imitation. In words, the difference is only three letters, but the difference there is so long, far and steep that I don't think the man himself can catch up.

Also, a man of leadership would have understood the difference in power. Eventually I nod back to the man with the spear next to me.

"They say it's okay if we're together. Then let the words sweeten me. In fact, it doesn't seem like we can fight each other very well, but it doesn't seem like we can handle it."

"Heh."

Ray accidentally leaks words of admiration into the words of a man of leadership.

Because if you think of the example of nobility that has stuck on you so far, you would never have thought to admit that we were at a disadvantage.

For such a ray, Vihera smiles small.

If I tried it on Vihela, I would certainly be the ones with an annoying fondness for myself, but if I were truly only harmful, I would never have joined this army if I had come to join them.

(I have some personality issues, but it's true that he's pretty good among the nobles)

Three facing each other at the end of Vihera's gaze whining inside.

I guess I understood Ray's prowess enough in the first exchange. It's not too much power, like the first man, but it's showing some nervousness.

"The rules are just as good as they were earlier.... Begin!

With that word, Ray was the first to take action.

Kick the ground and head straight for the target.

It was the men who broke up with the avant-garde, the rear guard, with the signal to start the game, but you must have been surprised that Ray, who was in a waiting position in the first fight, suddenly burst into it. Only moments of agitation slowed the movement, and by the time he regained me, Ray had already seen a man with a longsword of leadership as part of a death-size intermission.

"What!?

The man waves down his long sword, whilst flattering at the speed of its steps.

That blow, which was fired to get a little distance from Ray, is played by the lightly swinging Death Size of Ray.

"Huh!

That shock, which met with Death Size, was as if he had struck a long sword full of force on a mass of metal, not very much, but not bearable.

Gin, the long sword falls out of the hand paralyzed by the impact with the metal noise.

Seeing it, Ray rolls the leader man to the ground, paying his feet as he walks through the side.

And keep the leader man who fell to the ground, then push toward the man with the spear.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

He was the man with the spear who saw the sight of the most armed leader man among us being lightly tumbled to the ground, but still I guess he decided he was just going to lose unilaterally as he was. Stick your spear out toward Ray as if to inspire yourself.

"Quite..."

Ray, who just thought he was going to run away or surrender, tangled a spear protruding in a death-sized stone-piercing part and threw it into the air while raising his impressive voice.

"Huh? That?

Suddenly the weight of the spear in his hand disappeared and he raised his voice... the next moment he noticed a death-sized blade that hit the pitch and neck muscle.