Legend

It was in a less popular alley that Ray followed his opponent who made his soup a treat to the ground.

Ray just arrived where one man was cornered at the end of the line and four armed men behaved like they might.

Now, let's make sure you thank me for the soup. That's what I thought, Ray, but one of the five people on the spot...... I'm surprised the person who was being hunted down was familiar to me.

The person Ray talked to when he was on his way to Graciar, where the carriage wheels were nestled in a hole in the street.

The person must have remembered Ray, too.

Since I had been drinking soup until earlier, it may also be affecting that I was lowering my food.

From the side, someone who just seems to be made into a wizard wearing a robe.

Still, if you try being a man, you just look at Ray once, and it was obvious that Ray was the one at the end of your gaze... who was following Griffon.

"You... why are you here?

Ray flaunts his shoulders and opens his mouth to a man who groans as he seeps through the atmosphere of incredible.

"Why or nothing, I told you I was on my way to Graciar? Neither did I expect to meet someone who imitated the soup. That's a lot more interesting than that. What happened to the escort?

It was Ray talking to the man, but it didn't mean that the four men had to listen to it in silence, and Ning Lo decided that a collaborator of the man they were planning to slaughter appeared, and they looked at each other.

That's how one of the men approaches Ray.

A man who is about two meters tall and has quite a few muscles on his body.

The man with a stick in his hand opens his mouth to exasperation towards Ray.

"Oh, hey. You, you're in the way. It's time for some fun around the corner...... so die, die, die!

My emotions must have gotten expensive while I was talking. Shake up the stick you were gripping and swing it down to Ray's head without any hesitation.

If Ray was a normal person, I'm pretty sure that head would have been crushed.

But...... Ray is not very much, but he wasn't what could be described as a normal person.

Avoid the stick swinging down against your head by moving forward, not behind….

The man who was holding the stick was suddenly surprised by Ray, who appeared in his nostalgia, and his consciousness fell into darkness with a heavy impact on his belly just before the stick hit the ground.

"Boo!

A glance at the man who blew away with a deafening scream, Ray turns his gaze to the three remaining men and opens his mouth.

"So, in the end, this situation seems to be caused by you guys... what's going on?

……

It was Ray asking quietly, but none of the three remaining men would answer that.

I just couldn't understand what was happening in front of us right now.

At the end of their gaze are those who seem to be wizards.

I guess it's an alarming existence if it's normal, but it's not enough to be afraid of wizards who don't have the kind of magic activator wand.... that's what I think, the most powerful of us tried to kill him... but if we noticed, it was the men's people that were blowing us away.

Still, if it had been blown away by some magic, I would still have understood.

But the person who seems to be the little wizard at the end of his gaze doesn't look like he's chanting a spell and doesn't even have a magic activator before that.

He scratched a stick and narrowed his distance from his men.

If he was the original wizard, in an occasion where he would definitely take a distance in case he could dodge an attack.

If you noticed that way, the man with the stick along with the dull sound was blown away.

That's about five meters away.

And the part of the torso of the leather armor that covers the body of the blown man remains firmly fisted.

I mean, the guy with the stick was beaten by a little wizard at the end of his gaze... no, he was beaten up.

More than a dozen seconds later, the men Ray's gaze remained pointed at finally understand what had happened.... I have to.

It was an event that I never wanted to believe, understand, or convince, but what happened in front of me now was a fact that I couldn't even overrule.

"Goddamn it! Who are you? You!

A leader of the men shouts as he points the dagger in his hand towards Ray.

Already that gaze doesn't direct any attention to the person I was going to kill a while back.

I just felt threatened by Ray in front of me, trying to get through this place somehow, and that's all I was thinking about.

I guess the other two could understand the idea of a man of leadership. Soon the other two will be pointing their daggers at Ray.

"You're the guy who doesn't listen to people.... I asked if you were the cause of this. Well, fine. So, what do you say?

It was the aristocratic man who deflected his gaze from the men pointing the cutting-edge of the dagger at himself, and Ray's gaze was next.

The aristocratic man sees Ray with Griffon on his way to Graciar.

In this kingdom of Mireana...... among Elgin if he did poorly, because as far as men know, there was only one such thing as subjugating Griffon.

(Thanks, can I think of that?

I hear quite a few rumors about a person named Ray the Deep Red, but he didn't seem like the kind of person who would do something about himself in the current situation.

However, as someone who exchanges words, albeit a little, it has an atmosphere that I can trust.

"These men are assassins hired to kill me."

"... again"

I was able to predict when I saw this situation, but it was troublesome for Ray to get involved with this hand again.

I originally followed him on the case of smashing up soup, but it's only totally unexpected that this would be the case.

(In the first place, my assassins are after me... yeah?

I shrug my stupidity inside, and I realize it.

I was wondering if you also have information about the person you are after if you are from the same industry, as I would say a rice cake is a rice cake store.

"Thinking about it, Ning Lo, this situation is convenient. You're a summer bug flying into a fire."

Unstoppable tension, released from Ray.

Those were the men who were unable to move into that tension, but they must have sensed that the words now squealed from Ray's mouth were inconvenient to them by the time they were decisive against them. Moves almost reflexively.

"Damn, I'll do it! I'm gonna bust this guy!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"And, hey, yeah!

The actions taken by Ray are terribly simple against the three people who come in each with a dagger.

I mean, I'm just going straight into a threesome that's coming at me.

However, its penetration is so fast that it is not comparable to a normal human being.

Not about the time I'm wearing the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, but still the speed that even seemed to disappear from my sight for a moment for the men.

Furthermore, Ray is wearing a dragon robe made of dragon leather and scales, whose defense prevents most weapons from striking unharmed.

What happens if Ray, dressed in such a dragon robe, comes in from the front at a speed that is not even noticeable to the men?

The answer was represented by the crushed sound of meat called Gushari, which sounded in the back alley.

Nor is it the crushing sound of meat once, sounding around twice, three times in a row, at the same time the three people hit by the rays from the front blow straight up, hitting the wall and falling to the ground.

By the time I hit Ray, I guess I was already unconscious due to that shock. The men who fell to the ground have no sign of any movement.

"I guess this is it"

He groans, picks up a dagger that is falling to the ground, and stores it straight into mystering.

Reminds me that the noble man, wondering what to say to the act of taking weapons away from his stunned opponent without any hesitation, was not the other way around now.

"I'm sorry, thank God. He said he might see you in Graciar, but I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

"I guess.... So, what do these guys do? I've been after your life, haven't I? Give it to the guards, or die, or throw it out here like this again."

To Ray's words, the man shakes his neck sideways without any hesitation.

"There is no reason why we are taking time out on these people.... Ray. I'm pretty sure you're an adventurer with a deep red alias?

"Yeah? Oh, yeah.... If you're not going to do this to these people, can I have it? It's this way, too, and I'm in a little trouble. If he's in the back, he might know what's going on around there."

A man puts a complicated look on the word.

That's not just about me, it's about Ray being in trouble, too, but above all, there was the difficulty in saying the words I was going to say.

But it's also true that you can't hesitate. Now this is how I'm safe, but that's just me.

Those who came with us as escorts from their parents are fighting assassins at this moment.

"I'm sorry, but let me be frank. My escort is currently fighting the assassins. My escorts drove me off the scene..."

If they say that much, Ray also understands what a man wants to say.

I mean...

"You want my help"

"That's right. There is very little that can be paid as a reward due to sudden matters, but I will give you everything I have right now. If this doesn't seem to be enough, I want to pay again later.... Can you ask for it?

Sounds like he's saying things from above as a word, but wonder and Ray didn't disgust the man in front of him.

That would be because I found that I was sincerely worried about my escort, regardless of the language.

They judge the guards not as escorts, but as their own people.

Looking at the man, thinking a little bit about it, Ray would know about the existence he's after anyway. Did he decide he should secure a lot of sources, or receive the bag the man's been offering.

Ray nods without even checking how much money is in there.

"Let's take it on. So, where do I go?... Oh, before that. You seem to know my name, but can I ask your name? You should know your client's name."

"Well, you haven't introduced yourself yet. My name is Aeland Veeden. Viscount Veeden."

"Is that Aeland? For a short time, thank you. So where is it? Show me."

Erland nodded instantly at Ray's words and ran out of the alley...

"Huh!?...... Mr. Ray!? Besides, you..."

I'm about to bump into Grink just trying to get into the alley.

I think I went after someone with zero soup, but for some reason, Ray is acting with a man like a nobleman.

From Grink's point of view, it would have made no sense at all what was going on.

But Ray opens his mouth to such a grink without explaining.

"Four men who are falling there, those who have been trying to kill the aristocratic Aeland here. I'm sorry, but I want you to make sure. Maybe he has information about the guy who attacked me."

"Please, instructor Grink!

That's all I tell you, and Ray leaves the spot with Ayland without hearing back.

Ray could imagine a position rather than its trait...... with Aeland mouthing Grink's name.

It was Grink wondering if we should go after the two of us for a moment, but still, we can't just leave those who caused the noise in Graciar alone, and if they tell us they might also have information about the raid on Ray, there's no way we can keep it that way.

The grink moves to make sure the four of them are passed out and call the guards.

"It's where I turned the road there!

Ray running down the boulevard as directed by Aerland.

The number of people is quite large, but moving through that gap is not a difficult story for Ray.

If you turn the road and continue down the road with a slightly lagging Aeland from there, you will eventually hear a slight but metallic sound.

Yes, there's such a metal noise, like weapons meeting each other.

Shouldn't we leave Ayland here? And for a moment I thought, Ray, there's nothing I can do if I leave one here and another assassin attacks me.

We both go into a place where we are on the battlefield, deciding that we would be better able to protect him than that, and that it would be safer for Aeland to be with the escort again.

That's the same alley Ray took down four assassins earlier.

However, its size is several times larger than earlier, and it is like a little square.

In such a place, several men who also looked familiar to Ray were each fighting about twenty opponents with their weapons.

In terms of numbers, there are fewer Irish escorts, but purely in personal skill, the escorts beat each other.

In such a battle, Ray took Ayland into a disturbance.