Legend

In the darkness of the night, there was a group of people walking in the aristocratic city.

Leading the way is keeping the spear in hand and wearing metal armor.

The spear is also heavy, but the breath of the keepsake had already begun to run out due to the weight of the metal armor wrapped around it for my own safety and for the sake of glory.

Behind such a keepsake follows three knights with an uneasy look somewhere.

Are you sure this group's purpose... is to raid Baron Cisne's house and kill all the living people there? And I'm just a little anxious, but still, because our own master is with us, I have a strong feeling that the Earl of Eriel family will protect us no matter what.

Nor could it be denied that we expect the looting, violence and abuse to be carried out, since the Keepsake also insists that we do something to show it with the help of the Earl of Eriel family if anything happens.

And behind the knights are those gathered by Furtos.

It is supposed to be elite if I believe Fultos' words, but from what I saw from the side, I didn't think so very much.

In fact, most of those gathered were those who brought them from Slam Street and those from criminal organizations, and although they do stand up to some extent, they can't compare to the Zeros of the Rank B adventurers who duelled with Ray nonetheless.

But Keepsake believed them to be possessors of a skill comparable to Zeros.

Because of my trust in Fultos.

The knights weren't listening to Furtos and Keepsakes, so it was just a realization that they would be a few.

The three knights following as escorts and sides of the keepsake are inferior in character, but their arms stand quite so.

… but only to such an extent that Rank D Adventurers and I manage to fight each other.

From the eyes of such knights, it did not seem to me that there were those who followed behind them, with a few exceptions, who stood up in arms.

"Hehe. He said he could attack your nobleman's mansion. I'm lucky. I can take part in a job like this."

"Ha, that's true. It's like they're rolling up money from us and doing some luxury. Let's make him regret it."

"Hey, hey, what kind of woman do you think there is? As noble as you are, what makes you so different from whores that we usually buy?

"That's right. What a nobleman. Your skin and hair are top notch and you can smell them if you hold them."

"I'm more money than a woman."

"I don't care about money, show me your noble blood. Some people want nobility to draw blue blood, don't they? It's a great opportunity to see if that's true."

"Silly, you. It's not blue blood. The blood of the nobles I used to kill on the battlefield was red and no different from ours."

"Hehe. Why, after all, nobility is no different from us."

"...... Ke, but like. Wouldn't attacking a nobleman's mansion be capital punishment if they caught him?

"Silly. That could be the death penalty if you get caught, but that means you have to get caught. You don't have a problem, do you?

"Oh, oh. I see. That's right, brother, you're smart."

Fultos' preparers follow the keepsake as they speak to each of them as they please.

For these people, that's what keeps are also noble...... keeps themselves completely unaware of it.

And if such a group walks dignified through the aristocratic city, they can't be found by the adventurers hired as security...

"Whoa, you guys! Where are you trying to get together so much!

Bad luck...... or luck, I can speak that way to the security adventurer who has moved on from the front, not so far to Baron Cisne's house.

Isn't it dangerous for those behind the keepsake to stay like this for a moment? Though I thought so, the keeper himself turns a grumpy glance, unaware of what's behind that at all.

Even though he says he has hatred for adventurers in a daytime duel, he can't be funny to be called out to order.

"What are you doing? I'm the next owner of Count Eriel's house, Keepsake. The adventurer is so comfortable, he's not a good person to speak to."

With an unpleasant answer, the keepsake turns his gaze to the adventurer who has been speaking up.

There were three adventurers.

The age is still young, and there are three men who say if they are twenty years old.

At the head of it, a man with a long sword-filled sheath hanging on his hips answers the words of the keepsake.

"Was it the next Count Household owner, I'm sorry. But forgive me for being hired as security guards to keep the peace in this aristocratic city.... so I took this many people, and from what I've seen, even Master Keepsake is armed. Can you tell me why the hell you're doing this kind of imitation?

"Am I right, you want to hear it?... Especially if you want to see this spear?

Coming out of the mouth of the keepsake is a word that hasn't seemed to be the answer.

The three adventurers have a slightly unpleasant hunch about how the words seem to make sense and don't make sense to them, but develop an attitude so that they can deal with whatever happens whenever they want.

"Here, take a look"

Turn your gaze toward the spear that was stuck out… the next moment the tip is stuck further toward the body of the man you were talking to.

"Wow!

He was a man who was able to react because he was in a good position, but still couldn't prevent the knight from attacking him as he approached him to breathe with the tip of the spear sticking out.

He is beaten, blown away and hit by his people before pulling a long sword out of his sheath.

So the fellow men who were unable to move were surrounded by a large crowd if they knew.

And it starts with a slap.

Fortunately for the men, the keep-led group would have been more interested in looting and women than in violence.

Rather than continue to haunt the three adventurers here, he decides he wants to jump to a bigger prey, the Baron Cisne family, and leaves the lost adventurer on the spot to move on.

It's a temperature where the snow scatters from time to time, so I might have frozen to death if I had been left alone... but fortunately, some time after the keepers are gone, another adventurer would have passed by and would have been treated.

"Ha, look. He's an adventurer after all. Whatever it is, it's to that extent. We're strong. Adventurers are not easy enough to deal with."

Keepsake waves his spear and tells him as he moves ahead at the head of the group.

It was a victory using a number of violence, but victory is still a victory.

Not only the keepsake, but also the knights and the men behind them cheer to agree to the word.

In a place called the aristocratic city, it's late at night, but not yet late at night.

Some people naturally notice the keepers because they are going down the road with so much noise among the many who are still awake.

Especially the aristocratic private soldiers who were gatekeepers had informed their bosses as soon as they saw such a group.

Most importantly, I had no intention of attacking any other nobleman's house because there was only a grudge against the Baron Cisne family that inflicted so much humiliation on me in the Keepsake.

Neither did those who acted with the Keepsake make more noise here in vain than they were properly prepared to strike.

As such, the keepers keep walking through the aristocratic city at night as they try to arouse themselves…

"I see it."

A keepsake smiles at a familiar mansion.

The mansion is by no means the biggest. Regardless of the keepsake and the knights, I clapped it out a little when I tried it on the men behind it.

Still, I'm sure it will satisfy our own desires more than it is a noble mansion...

"Well, I didn't expect such a large crowd at night... I hadn't heard of any customers coming"

Suddenly I hear that voice coming into my ear.

The first thing I stopped to do when I heard that voice was keep. I suppose it's because I've seen the voice owner speak so many times.

At the same time, the three knights who were near the keepsake stop again.

If the four people who were in the lead stop, naturally those who came from behind them will also have to stop.

That's how everyone stops, and the person moves forward in the keep.

The moon shining in the night sky was hung with clouds, but as with the time when the figure came out before the keepsake, the clouds flowed into the wind, illuminating the earth in the moonlight.

There he was, a little person dressed in a robe.

The keepsake, not just from the voice, but also from its appearance, who is in front of it, must have completely vanished the excitement up to a few minutes ago. Mumble its name in a plundering voice.

"Ray."

"Who? Eh!

As the keepsake opens its mouth, one of the men behind it screams.

The man's voice is loud and the keepsake's voice is small.

For this reason, the voice of the keepsake is completely scratched off, and the keepsake and the three knights stare at each other with an evil look, unable to understand who is in front of them.

Naturally. He said he was about to attack the noble mansion and do everything he could with his desire, because he stood in front of us as if to disturb it.

He was also defeating three adventurers who were guarding the aristocratic city by the time he got here, which is probably why he was making the men so strong.

Most importantly, Ray's lack of a giant sickle death size, which is also his symbol, or his partner Seto, was also a reason why the men didn't notice Ray and insulted him on the outside.

If I had lowered the hood, I would have at least been able to see the face, but now that I'm wearing that hood, I can barely confirm the face.

I mean, the guys recognized it was just a little boy, or a girl, standing in front of the keepers.

"Who? I don't care if they ask. Right, is it easy to tell when it comes to guarding Baron Cisne's house?

"... what?

A man with a poked expression for a moment at the word guard out of Ray's mouth.

But he squirts and laughs when he says he can't stand it at the next moment.

That's not just a man. The laughter spreads equally among the other men around them.

Naturally. If you try to be men, they insist that they are guards to stop them.

I assume that Keepsake's body is shaking also because he is enjoying laughter.

In fact, the sight I saw at noon… I remember when I activated the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, wearing red magic compressed enough for Ray to visualize it, and I was trembling with fear.

That sight, seen up close, had engraved deep nail marks in the heart of the keepsake.

Also, it's not just the keepsakes that are trembling. The same goes for the three knights.

With those four on their asses, Ray's conversation with the man continues.

"You know, kid. I'm not saying anything bad, so just go home and go to bed. What's about to happen is too exciting for you."

"Whoa, wait a minute. If he's the Baron Cisne's escort, he'll be hostile to us, right? Let him get away with it. It's the greatest pleasure to see these busy kids cry, huh?

"Ha, you have a good hobby. But what if fate escapes while a kid like this takes time? How many times does Keepsake's husband mislead this raid, if his destiny escapes and he goes to the guard's quarters, it won't be a shame?"

"... Huh, I get it. But I'll take care of this kid! Don't complain!

I guess the man who was trying to haunt Ray was also unwilling to be able to raid noble mansions. I approach Ray with a stick in my hand.

Ray, who watched in silence, turns his gaze somewhere dazed at the man who stood before him.

But I guess that gaze was unforgivable to a man. The man wanted to see it because it was such a gaze, like begging forgiveness for himself.

"Hey there, you fucking kid! Hey, you think you're still safe!? Whoa!"

He was an intimidating man who shook up a stick, but naturally Ray couldn't have turned a frightened eye on such a man...

"Ha.... how can you be stupid..."

Whimpering small, the voice buys more of the man's anger and waves the shaken stick down toward Ray.

Still, I didn't aim for the head, not because of mercy... but because I wanted to see Ray's painful expression.

That's why I didn't expect to be able to stop the swinging stick lightly with one hand.

"Become!"

"Look, can I be surprised...!

Kick the man gently with his right leg while holding the stick with his left hand.

As it was, it blew up rolling down the ground for a few meters, and when the movement finally stopped, the man gazed toward Ray as he rose in pain and wondered what had happened.

"Well, what are you gonna do with me? I hope you'll let me hear that again."

Throw aside the stick you were gripping with your left hand and ask your hand about the death size, which is also a symbol of the giant sickle, Ray, from the mistering.

Even more so as to surround the men, Fron, Brasso, Sergio, Johanna, Dietz, and other adventurers gathered by Fron, as well as former guerrillas, appeared.