Legend

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A roar that echoes around you.

But the roar is stronger on the side to wipe away the fear that is in you than to intimidate the enemy that is facing you.

Naturally. In front of the man now is a man with a giant sickle. Because he has the power to defeat almost six thousand people on his own in a covert battle with the Crusaders about a week ago.

Moreover, the man who was roaring was on the spot.

More precisely, he was bowing and tailoring the soldiers of the Crusaders coming out of the gap in the protective fence outside the position.

So the man who is a soldier in the guerrilla army understands so little more than the strength of the man in front of him.

Fortunately today I don't use the skills to cover my body's surroundings with strange things that make me unable to move just by looking at them as before.

That's why I was able to attack Ray to the point where I shouted aloud, including what it meant to push and kill emotions like fear and fear that were in me half way.

A long sword blow to be wielded.

No matter how scared or afraid you are of Ray, this man is also a soldier in the guerrilla army. He is one of the rebels who has just the strength to call himself elite.

So even if the sword muscle to be wielded was a long sword for simulated warfare, it was powerful and sharp enough to deal a deadly blow if it was a normal opponent.

However... the long sword that is hung down is lightly bounced due to the Death Size pattern.

Even for a man, I guess I expected that development. Ningro, he spins while exploiting the momentum bounced by Death Size, releasing a cross giggle blow to Ray's right flank.

If you hit the torso, the fracture would definitely have been a blow, but at the next moment the man realizes that the long sword that should have been in his hand is gone, and even more so the giant blade that is stuck to his neck muscle.

"Oh, until then!

A soldier who was entrusted with a referee shouts loudly, and a twist occurs around him.

"Huh? That? What, my long sword..."

A soldier who doesn't understand what happened groans, and the next moment, Gusha, sounds all around him.

When the soldier turned his gaze toward the noisy one, there was a long sword piercing the ground a few meters away from his position.

I almost instinctively understand that the long sword was what I was using.

I understand, but I don't know why this is happening.

"What the hell happened?

A long sword that should have been held in his own hand until a few seconds ago and a soldier who squeals compared to his own.

Ray was watching such a soldier, but turns his gaze to Chirali and another soldier nearby.

Explain to him, and the soldier, who is silently shown, opens his mouth to the soldier who is still groaning.

"Using the momentum of your first blow to Captain Ray's Great Sickle, you rotated your body to unleash a blow of horizontal eagle. You remember this."

"Ah, oh. Well, I remember because I did it myself. That's where I don't know."

The soldier who ordered Ray to do the explanatory work also nods to the words that he naturally tells.

I can explain a series of interactions only because I watched them from a remote location. If I had been on the side of a series of actions, I wouldn't have understood what had happened.

"It was the stone-piercing part of Captain Ray's Great Sickle that took your sideburn blow. You're right to say I took it precisely... tangled up. So, play the tangled long sword into the air as it is... no, this expression is different. Throw it loose or tangle it up? I don't know a bit of an accurate representation, but I flew that tangled long sword over the sky and used the motion to stick the blade to my neck"

I guess I finally understood how I was done when I heard an explanation. Even though the soldier says he has no blade, he once again turns his gaze toward Ray, looking at the momentum that has fallen from the sky and the long sword that is piercing the ground with only his own weight.

What dwells in those eyes is a stronger fear.

If you do listen, you can understand what movement you were hit with.

But… what was more terrifying than that was that the feeling was completely out of hand when the long sword was entangled.

Soon the long sword had disappeared from my hand.

Don't let them notice you, tangle up that weapon. How skilled can such imitation be?

He was a soldier called elite among the rebels and belonged to the guerrilla forces as if to show it again, but not very much, but he can't imitate himself like he is now.

Compared to this, the strength difference is quite daunting. That's what they showed me.

Ray opens his mouth to a soldier who is losing confidence without looking particularly concerned.

"The first blow was sharp, and quite a blow. A blow that exploits the impact of a Death Size and a Long Sword bump is also good. However... even if it is intended to exploit the impact, it is not possible to spin it once. If you imitate that, you will take your gaze off the target, even for a moment. If you're keeping track of your opponent's movements with signs or something, think a little more than you don't have all that skill."

"Yes......"

How will you fix the part where you were wasted while you rejoiced at being praised?

With that in mind, the soldier returns to where the other soldiers are.

Today's training of the guerrilla unit was a simulated battle with Ray, but most of them lose without a few matches.

Of course you lost without being able to do anything, there is no point in mock warfare.

For this reason, Ray tells us what was good and not good, even though it was a word or two.

Training with Luzida-style dragon fangs was helpful around here.

"Ok, before next......, apparently a customer"

A soldier who was just about to step forward saying it was his turn next stops as if he had been poked at the intention.

Even if we are elite, it is only among the average soldier, soldiers who have learned in their previous relationship with Ray that there is one above them, but still seek strength in greed without rotting.

In that sense, I guess there was nothing more to those in the guerrilla army than the presence of Ray.

So when they heard that someone had come to interrupt their training and looked at them uncomfortably... it was Whidere, who was also the head of the White Rose Knights' unit.

There are other White Rose Knights in this position besides Widare, but only Widare is ahead of Ray and the soldiers' gaze.

Wearing white metal armor, a sheath with a long sword exists at the waist, with a more contemplative look than a serious look......

I guess the soldiers also noticed the floating look of Widere. Don't say anything, but shut up and clear the way.

"I'm sorry."

Wiedele, who said a short word of gratitude and arrived in front of Ray on a straight walk, bows his head small.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your training. But... Lord Ray, could you stand with me?"

"Why are you suddenly doing that again? As far as you're concerned, you don't want to be in a mock fight, do you?

"Mm-hmm. I also know Lord Ray's strength. I can't even question its strength because it actually helped me. However... considering the case of His Highness Frizione, I am not convinced that I saw it with my own eyes. This is the first time I've ever understood the strength of it."

That's why he wants me to stand with him. Ray thinks a little... eventually nods to the widere who tells him so.

"Okay. Watching the battle will be a soldier's training."

It wasn't funny to be treated as a widow rather than to spectacle your battle...... but you still can't possibly miss the perfect opportunity to actually fight Ray and feel the strength.

A short nod indicates acceptance, pulling the long sword out of the sheath of his hips.

It is naturally not a longer sword for training than the Widare himself brought. No, on the contrary, it emitted something like a strange suction that attracted the eye, and Ray remembered the feeling.

It's the same thing I feel when I see a magic item.

(Demon Sword, huh?... but I was in battle when I first met him, but I thought he was a normal long sword with nothing then)

Leaning his neck inside, he swings his neck small to the side towards Seto, who is looking toward him as he falls asleep slightly away from the chill.

This is a sign of willingness to leave it to yourself.

Did Seto draw Ray's will from that as well, and he returns to sleeping with his eyes closed again.

"This is a mock fight. You understand that, don't you?

"... don't kill me, you mean. I understand. Even this one, I thought I was sorry I killed Lord Ray on this occasion, arguably the trump card of His Highness Merclio."

Takeshi. The soldiers of the guerrilla forces who heard the words of Widare utter a surprise to each of them.

Naturally. Those who are here are watching the scene of burning down all those who were inside the crusader's position.

Some have even reached half faith with feelings for Ray.

It didn't seem very sane to be able to say I'm sorry I killed Ray like that against him.

"Huh, kill me with a degree of force that was about to be killed by that number of people? You should know a little more humility."

Out of Ray's mouth is a word of provocation no less than that of Wideret.

Although it was a word of provocation, it was also an unshakeable fact.

Because the White Rose Knights, led by Widare, were on the defensive side of the battle against Ray.

"Heh heh, no more bullshit? Now...... show me that power called deep red!

Wiedele kicks the ground with those words and comes straight packing his time with Ray.

You activated the function of the Devil's Sword, or you are wearing a few lightning strips around your body.

"Shit, thunderous demon sword. Trouble again."

Abominably thrown away, Ray turns himself around and dodges the thrust released straight at him, paying for Widare's feet with a death-sized stone thrust as he moves.

With his feet beneath him, Whidere avoids falling with the hands of those who do not have the Devil's Sword on the ground, waving the Devil's Sword again, aiming at Ray's foot.

"Slightly."

Beneath my feet I prevented a demon sword waved just underfoot by a death-size that pierced the stone poke to the ground.

The moment the Devil's Sword and Death Size pattern collide, there is a grin in the mouth of Wydere...... the next moment, I am stunned by the voice I hear from above my head.

"What's up? Something good happened to you?

What was at the end of Widare's gaze was Ray's appearance with no appearance of damage at all.

Originally, if you take a blow from the demon sword of Widare with a metal weapon or armor, the electric shock will flow for a few seconds, but you will be paralyzed.

Even though it's a few seconds, it's too big a gap in the fight.

It was Widare's must-win pattern to strike there...

"How can you move!?

Sometimes I guess I'm just entrusted with a unit of the White Rose Knights to jump from crouched to rear while raising my stunned voice and still not stopping the movement.

"Well, I wonder why"

While returning the words, use the eyes of the Nebra on the hips to generate a ". Fly and pursue with just the movement of your wrist.

Sometimes it was a simulated battle, and it wasn't the place where a deadly blow could be made, like the face of Widere, but of white metal armor, which was also the shoulder part.

Kin, the metal noise echoes around.

Naturally, it's a blow from above the metal armor, and you can't do that much damage to Wideret.

But a powerful enough blow to disrupt Widare's movement in an attempt to regain his posture.

I might have been somewhat concerned that just throwing a normal toss would just hit the shoulder area, but it would have ended up to that extent of effect.

But the blow you just unleashed is Ray's unleashed blow, even if it's somewhat subdued. Without the power you can put out on a normal human being after all, Wideret breaks the balance.

For a moment... yes, it only took a moment to get back in shape, but with that moment it was more than enough time for Ray.

In the next moment, when you throw a knife at Whidere, try to follow the knife and kick the ground.

"Nah!?

When Wydere realized that she had lost her balance for a moment, a massive blade of death size had already been poked at her neck muscle, and if Ray cared about it and moved her arm a little, Wydere's neck would be severed and her head and torso would cry apart.... with a lot of blood erupting from the neck.

If I can poke the blade so clearly, I'll have to admit to losing even if it's a widere...

"Damn. My loss."

I was so flattered at myself for losing so lightly, I proclaimed my own loss.