Legend

As we were facing each other, the first person to show movement was Sistoy.

If you try to make it Sistoy, you already know in the battle in the armpit that you can't beat Ray with pure combat skill in the first place.

Nevertheless, the first move I made would still be from the decision that I still had a better chance of winning than letting Moura and Ray fight.

However, unlike before, the enemy is not just Ray.

There is also a griffon ceto, its submissive demon.

That's why Sistoy strikes Ray knowing he can't... and at the same time, he flies a needle against Seto.

Don't take a place like a dagger, then the risk of attack is high.

… although the needle itself has a sharp pointed tip, it is not that powerful a weapon.

No, if you think of it purely as a weapon, you'd be pretty low.

However, it is too vicious in visual terms.

In fact, Seto was also stopped for a moment trying to make his way to Moura.

But...

"Seto, I'm sorry, but you keep an eye on Soble. If he tries to escape, please stop him!

"Gru?"

Ray shouts to Seto as he plays a death-size blow of the long sword he will be waving down on his own.

To Ray like that, okay? And it was Ceto looking at him as he rang his throat, but Ray screams that he doesn't mind.

"It would be more troublesome to let Soble get away here later. Besides, I don't care if these two opponents are alone!

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

Ok, Seto replied, kicking the tree after a few steps of help as it were and turning behind the sobble in a triangular flying procedure.

It will be just like pinching the three Sistoys, Moura and Soble from front to back with Ray and Seto.

This situation was also true for Sistoy and Moura, but above all painful for Soble.

If I could, I would have gotten out of here, and while Sistoy and Moura were holding back, I thought it would be best if I managed to dive through the eyes of the Frizione army and return to the Empire.

But there is a sort of ceto behind it, and even more so, the ceto keeps an eye on himself so that he does not escape.

Even if we try to get out of here in this situation, we can definitely be captured.

When this happened, the odds were very low but I had to bet that Sistoy and Moura would beat Ray.

(I knew I'd lose no matter what, I liked Bratta... do you have any talent for betting on me?

While deciding he wouldn't have that talent, Soble watches the end of the fight.

In fact, the battles taking place ahead of Soble's gaze were more overwhelmingly unfavourable to Sistoy and Moura, no matter how they looked.

Moura throws many daggers for cover, but all of them are played by Ray's waving death size.

Besides, I don't just play it, I slash it with Sistoy's long sword, but sometimes I play it toward Sistoy, so I can't hit my hand.

Soble doesn't have all sorts of weapons to cover him, and he's not good at moving his body in the first place.

And most importantly, there's more to watching in silence than just having Seto staring at himself with those circular eyes.

"Shh!"

A long sword that packs an intermission with a sharp exhalation and is wielded by a horizontal giraffe aimed at Ray's torso.

On the long sword that came toward his torso, Ray comes forward without even showing how he cared in particular.

Gingy, the metal noise echoes around.

What I heard was the sound of Ray's death size pattern and the blade of the long sword hitting him.

"Guh!"

It was Sistoy, not Ray, who screamed at that momentary crossing.

While holding the left flank to an unexpected and severe pain, I may try to jump backwards and widen the time once...

"You think I'll let you?

Ray, who had predicted its behavior, tried to wield the death size... stopping its movement and playing the dagger that flew from Moura for cover.

... Yes, a death size gripped with one right hand.

In the literal sense of the word, the moola was embellished with one hand, while the left hand fell into the dragon robe.

The next time I came out, I had a few shackles on my left hand.

Magic item by Ray, created by Nebra's eyes.

The cause of Shistoi's holding on to his left flank earlier on was also this.

While accepting Sistoy's wielded long sword in a death-size with one hand in his hand, he starts Nebra's eyes with one hand in his nostalgia to create a ".

It's easy to put it in words, but it takes extremely advanced technology to do it with as much skill as Sistoy... and even more Moola support.

"Ouch!

Sistoy raising his voice to another severe pain.

Originally, Ray's release is powerful enough to tear the skin, tear the flesh, and shock the bones.

It would be due to Sistoy's own flesh being forged and the armor he is wearing around just because it hurts to eat it.

(That's depressing. How many bottles the hell do you have?

I'd love to decide with one blow if it were meant to be, but there are many daggers flying from the moora like they interfere with it.

No matter how much you throw, it's like no bottom, but a dagger thrown into luxury.

Of course I wouldn't really have it infinitely, but the dagger that still flies toward me was nothing but intrusion.

But I'll change my mind soon.

Why I cooperate with the rebels.

Kill them, not capture them. Now that we're fighting to take our lives, it would be just fine.

"You guys have been a mess.... Don't die so easily, eh? Fight me, and if you're alive, you'll be a prisoner."

Sistoy's expression turned into something nervous about what he felt in the words out of Ray's mouth.

There's no way we can get out of here in this situation, which is sandwiched back and forth.

As an assassin who belongs to the Soul Relief Bell, he decides we should get out of here now.

But more than we can do, we have to manage to survive Ray against them.

I turn my gaze to the side for a moment, but there are trees growing there.

Can we leave Soble on the spot, unable to move as it stands, and escape with Moura? Because I think for a moment, even if there is, I don't think I can get away from Griffon in a place about the beast trail.

"Moura."

"Yeah. We're gonna have to do this."

Moura is not as sharp as Sistoy, but I still understand that Ray is trying to do something now.

Beyond that, I think about surviving now anyway, switching consciousness.

"Apparently you're ready. Then... let's go."

With that word, activate the King's armor.

The magic, so densely compressed that it can be visualized, is reflected in the eyes of Moura and Sistoy... and Soble.

No, you can't.

I see what Ray looks like now, and in that moment we realize that we have no winning eye.

No, it's true that we didn't originally have a winner, and Moura and Sistoy lay down their weapons if we can't give up until the end of the day any more than finding the art of survival is a big premise.

Ray taking a step forward, keeping the death size in place.

Just one step. But that's it, whatever the rear guard Moura is, until Sistoy leaves.

(Dangerous. This man is too dangerous. He wasn't the kind of guy we could do something about)

Behind Sistoy's brain, the presence of what should also be called instinct shows such danger that it has never felt before.

I want to run, I should run, I want to disappear. I want to disappear from this place.

Such thoughts pass the back of your brain many times, but still stand on the spot through your will.

If I run away here now, Moura will definitely die.

No, before that, it was because I understood that it was difficult for me to even get out of this place.

Still, the fact that Ray could have stayed standing close would have been because he belonged to the highest organization in the world behind him: Sistoy, Moura, and the Soul Bell, among which he had just the strength to be known as an arm wrestler.

The fact is that Soble, who was a little far away, was completely immobile to the pressure he felt from Ray.

Ning Lo, you would be working hard just because you haven't fallen off your knees on the ground.

Looking at those three, Ray turns his gaze to the magic that is wrapped around his body.

"... I knew this would happen. I'll give you a break, but don't die if you can."

The word is not spoken to practice using the King's armor, but kicks the ground and approaches Sistoy.

For a moment...... yes, Sistoy, who was truly stepped into his own pocket in just a moment, without knowing what had happened. I wave a long sword prompted by an inquiry.

Gingy, the metal sound.

However, the metal sound has a different result than when Sistoy received the death size earlier.

"Grr!"

The groaning sistoy reflexively points his gaze into the air.

At the end of his gaze, he was flying through the sky with his long sword spinning in circles.... with my right hand holding it.

"Sistoit!"

He sees Sistoy losing ahead from his right elbow and throws many daggers as Moura screams.

Of all the daggers I've thrown today, a dagger bound for Ray with undoubtedly the best speed.

But Ray, who was targeted by a dagger, steps out again without looking concerned at all.

The dagger released for places like Ray's head, throat, heart, hands and feet is about to hit, bounced the moment it touches the armor of the king, a visualized magic, and flies in an unspoilt direction.

"Become!?

Leaving Moola leaking her voice when she couldn't believe it, Ray shook up Death Size toward Sistoy...

"Stop it!

As Moura's voice echoes, the swinging death size cuts Systoy's left shoulder and cuts it from his left leg knee as it moves.

Further, the death-size blade was forcefully re-orbited by force alone, flashing straight to the side. The remaining right leg is also severed from the knee and Sistoy falls straight to the ground.

For a moment...... exactly in a moment Sistoy loses all of his limbs besides his tip from his right elbow, which had already been slashed.

Sistoy is falling to the ground and bleeding flashly from his hands and feet.

It is easy to imagine that if we leave it like this, the flames of life will go out without it taking long.

Turning a death-size blade to the neck of such a systoy, Ray opens his mouth towards Moura.

"I'm pretty sure this guy will die before it's so far away if we stay like this. If you resist, you'll be closer to death.... Well, let's hear it again. You have three options now."

To Ray's words, Moura shivers her body with a victory.

It's true that I'm worried about Sistoy, but if I missed Ray now, it's because I decided I would definitely regret it.

"The first. Keep fighting me. I just don't recommend this. Sistoy, the greatest fighter of all, is like this, and no matter how I give it up, I have no idea what to do with you. It just turns out to be two bodies."

Worst option.

Naturally, Moura is not going to choose that.

"Second. Put Sistoy here and get yourself out of here.... naturally you're not going to let me get away with it, but if it's some kind of back hand, maybe you can get away with it. But it doesn't change that Sistoy dies any more than I have to go after you."

It would be the next best thing to do. Nor is that option a choice for Moura.

Because, as with the first option, it doesn't change that Sistoy dies.

"And the third. Surrender to me. Naturally, I will put a shackle on it, but I promise I will treat Sistoy.... Well, what do we do?

"Can I believe that word?

"Oh."

To Moura's words asking anxiously, Ray takes the potion out of Mystering.

That's not the kind of cheap potion you're selling around there either.

"Oh, don't worry about me. Just you, run!

With lost limbs, Sistoy screams while suffering severe pain.

But the word is only counterproductive to Moura.

Rolling to the ground, buddy bleeding from where the limbs were.

Moora can't abandon someone she's lived with since she was a child.

Even if that leads to betrayal of the organization.

Until earlier, I was determined to fight to repay the organization, but when comparing Sistoy's life to the organization, the armament rises lightly to the former.

Sistoy was all that matters to Moura.

"... ok"

Decide without taking a few seconds and drop the dagger in your hand to the ground.

Watching how such a moola goes, Ray also disarms the king of reigns.

"When Sistoy's wound heals, I'll betray you... let me hit you with my hand so you don't imitate me, okay?

"What are you gonna do? No, there's nothing we can do right now... do as you please."

That's what I tell him, Ray gets close with Death Size in his hand before Moolah looks at himself.

"O flame, thou art a seed. When the host breaks my contract, use his life to blossom beautiful flames."

With the spell, a seedy little flame is born to the tip of a death-sized stone-piercing.

Let that flame gently touch Moura's head...

"Seeds of Commandments"

The spell was activated and the flaming seed disappeared to be sucked into Moura's head.

"If you do something that betrays me or the rebel Vihera or Merclio, you will die at that moment. That's the admonition."

Tell him so and hand him the potion he had to Moura.