Legend

"Damn, boy could let you get away with it, but you have too many of these guys! What do you mean you can have so many people in Graciar!?

A man waves his long sword in exasperation, plays the other's long sword, which has been slashed against him, and instantly returns the blade and slashes the assassin.

Even if you are using the same weapon called a long sword, if you use it differently, how different is this? The skill that some people would think so if they were looking at it.

It's not that the man in the escort has the most extraordinary skill, but the assassin has the least skill.

"It must have been because the number of people was priority! Weigh more than quality!

A man with a bow and an arrow shooting, this one screams unpleasantly again.

So the lack of precipitation in the speed of shooting arrows while you're at it would be a sign that this man has more than that.

"I don't mind letting Master Ayland get away with it, but there are a few of them who went after him. We have to get rid of these guys somehow and go after them."

Everyone nods at the words of a man with a spear in his hand.

Elland also has some power as an aristocrat, but still only to some extent.

If they asked me if I could fight enough against multiple assassins, I couldn't snort in peace.

In the first place, the assassins who are attacking themselves are those who rely on numbers.

Those who have little experience in action, as in Ayland...... it can be enough that if they also have little experience in action against humans, they take unexpected unconsciousness.

That's why I want to defeat the assassins as soon as possible to catch up with Ayland, but their numbers are five, compared to nearly twenty over there.

Ayland with Ray... No, that's when Ray brought Ayland to this place.

"Ayland, from now on, I'm going to slash against them. You come right after me. Rendezvous with your escort if possible and I'll keep you over there."

"Am I stuck?"

"Yes."

If this were the original Ereland escorts on this occasion, they would not have told them that they were clouding their words and wrapping their feet.

But Ray affirms that it's just foothold that it has nothing to do with that, and takes the death size out of the mistering.

I guess I didn't even hear Ray and Aeland talking like that, but a few of the assassins turn back unexpectedly.

Ahead of that gaze was a small figure with a sickle above his height and the appearance of Aeland, who should be the target.

The men who saw Ray and Ayland think for a moment that what they are seeing is not an illusion or something.

Naturally. If we stay here, we're going to die, because this is how the targets who fled us are coming back.

Even though targeting was inherently the top priority, most of those present here stayed here thinking they could not leave their escorts alone.

... it is also significant that the escort provoked the assassins.

If he were an assassin called a first-rate real, he wouldn't have ridden such a cheap provocation. But I can't call being here very first-rate... that's the third-rate people I can't even call second-rate.

In the end, he played a big stand around in the alley on a cheap provocation, but even those people remind him of their original purpose if the target showed up in front of them.

"Ya, he's paying!

Unfortunately, however, an escort named Ray existed in Aerland today.

The assassin, who tried to scream first that Ayland showed up, blows up with Ray's waving death-size blow and hits the back of the other assassins fighting the Ayland escorts.

"It's a death-size blow, but don't worry, it's a blow. Five or six bones must be broken."

"No, I'm beating him with a patterned part rather than a punch."

Ayland groans small at Ray's words.

But that didn't matter to the assassins.

The only thing that matters to the assassins is that Ray, who suddenly shows up, is a threat.

"What? Target appeared!? Hey, guys behind you! We'll take care of these escorts. Kill the target now! That way even these guys will give up!

"I'm kidding! What am I supposed to do with a monster like that?

Some of those near Ray scream reflexively.

A man as tall as himself blew up a few meters with a sickle blow. Fly straight across the sky, too.

I have no idea how much power I can use to do that.

Fight and you die.... You don't have to go that far, it wouldn't be a bottle or two of bone if you were blown away like the other guy.

I scream desperately just because I know that, but those who haven't seen Ray fight in person even learn to be frustrated by how frightened they are.

"Fine, just do something! It's been a long time since the battle began here. When's the guard... damn it!

Poking through the gap of the man who is screaming, one of the Aerland escorts releases an arrow towards the man.

Still, I'm only giving instructions to the others, and I guess I'm a leader in this, and my arm will stand to some extent. Slash off the arrow that flew through you with a long sword.

"You're all safe!

Ayland screams to plunge into that mess, and the morale of the escorts increases.

If it were normal, the escort subjects would have returned, so the idea of why they came back would be stronger.

But now there's Ray on Aeland's side.

Ray, with his deep red alias, had too much power to think of as a force of war in this setting.

I also wonder if we can leave the person we need to protect to the lay of outsiders, no matter how many arms we stand.

As a result, the escorts aroused and slashed into the assassins.

Front and back. The assassins dressed as sandwiched from both of them are easily confused.

If we were able to make a good decision, we would have realized that even if we were pinched, we would not immediately suffer fatal damage due to the difference in numbers.

Also, if you attack the ray that attacked you from behind, the ray in question is alone. A certain number of people could have escaped the scene.

Even if Ray is in an alley... No, because it's a Ningro alley, there's no easy way to use the extensive extermination magic that we specialize in.

But few people remain calm enough to make such a decision, and even if they are around, they cannot calm the confused.

As a result, it didn't take long for nearly twenty assassins to be wiped out.

"You're safe, boy!

"Oh, you met Ray on the way out. Fortunately, he gave me a hand. That's how you stay safe."

You must have noticed, as the word goes, that there really isn't a scratch anywhere. The escort who was talking to Ayland - who was talking to Ray when the carriage wheels had previously been fitted - checks to see if there were any real injuries to Ayland and exhales a breath of relief.

"Good, apparently you're really safe"

The other escorts are finally relieved by the words.

"So, what are these guys gonna do? Hand it over to the guards? As far as I'm concerned, it would help if you could."

"Yeah? Why?

A man from the escort who was talking to Ayland turns a strange glance at Ray.

The rumor of Ray that the men were hearing was that they did not know the word "forgiveness" for the enemy.

I was wondering why Ray, who has such rumors, said that he would be handed over to the guards without killing the assassins in this way.

(Or is the rumor a preposterous rumor, a guy who actually cares about his life?... Fraternity doesn't look like the wind)

Don't even know they think that, Ray opens his mouth as he pokes a death-size stone poke to the ground.

"Actually, someone's been after me since I came to this Graciar, too. If you're a resident of the same back world, I thought you might have some information on that hand. In fact, whoever came after Ayland told someone he knew to stick it out to the guards after he defeated them."

"Do you know him?"

When the man from the escort asked back, it was Aeland, not Ray, who answered it.

"It's instructor Grink."

"... With that said, I thought earlier that calling Grink a teacher... could it have been a cadet school student?

"Mm-hmm. I've been resting for a while due to a lot of circumstances, but I'm due back tomorrow.... Wait. Could that mean you're instructor Grink and you ask him that?

I guess I figured something out from Ray's words. Aerland asks to confirm.

I don't understand what that's asking, Ray. Nod and open your mouth.

"Until spring, but I'm doing a mock war instructor.... Well, only three and four year s classes"

"... well. Should I say I was helped in this case, or should I say I'm sorry? I'm in class two years."

"Well, that's too bad"

It was Ray and Aeland, who exchanged words so briefly, but a man of escort speaks to those two.

"Boy. If we're going to stick these people out to the guards anyway, shouldn't we call them early? Everyone is dead or unconscious now, but if you're dead, it's no wonder you're unconscious."

"Well, let's get the guards early..."

That's all Ayland told me, then.

Ray feels something zochy on his back and flips himself reflexively.

Strong impact at the same time.

If you notice, Ray's body is flying through the air, and as it is, you decide to hit the wall in the alley, and you manage to rotate your body.

The strong impact felt on the back of his leg indicated that if he had hit his back against the wall as it was when he was blown up, he would have been quite a shock even wearing a dragon robe.

Ray succeeded in landing safely on the ground as it was, but I have no idea what just happened.

No, I understand that someone attacked me, but I didn't expect to be attacked by that degree of assassination... nor did I expect it to blow up this much.

Fortunately, fatal injuries were avoided thanks to the dragon robe, but still, it doesn't completely kill the shock.

It prevents direct attacks, but the shock is completely unkillable.

"Goddamn it, what happened?

Even if I ate a blow that just blew me away, I wouldn't let go of the death size I was holding because I instinctively understood that this was my lifeline.

Determine that it is dangerous to remain so, and stand up patiently for it, with some pain in the ribs.

And it was the three shadows that jumped into Ray's gaze that stood up.

One in the twenties, one in the thirties, and one old man who looks like he's in his sixties or so.

All three were men, each wearing gold glowing metal armor, and there were tattoo-like patterns of men in their twenties on the right cheek of their faces, men in their thirties on the back of their left hands, and men in their sixties on the back of their right hands, each one of them.

One of those three, a man in his twenties, turns his gaze toward the fist he shook out and squeals like he was impressed.

"Well, can you get up as soon as you get my fist? Surely there are things we can only be ordered to dispatch."

Similar polite tone to grink.

But Ray, anyway, can't even move slightly when he hears the words, Ayland, or the escorts.

I understand instinctively. Standing in front of us is someone we will never rival.

You can call it the relationship between absolute predators and predators.

Besides, there are three who have all that power.

There's no point in us scratching our own feet. Something so overwhelming that you can't even call it a difference in power that there's nothing you can do about facing a landslide individually.

"Who, can I ask?

Ray takes Death Size in his hand and turns his sharp gaze toward a man in his twenties who spoke earlier.

I have a tattoo on my right cheek, but even if I think about it with it in it, I'd say a neat face.

The man in his thirties had a stubborn body like a rock, and the old man was small enough to break if he touched it... that was the body not so different from Ray's.

"Yeah, I don't mind asking. Besides, it's a different question of whether or not I'm going to answer it."

Gentle expression, gentle tone. That's all I can see as a good young man, but no one in this room sees a man like that.

"... well. Then why don't you force me to tell you who you are? You're gonna have to thank me for giving me a blow.... Aeland, stay back with the escort a little bit. I'd say get out of here, but they're not going to let that happen. It's like not being attacked by me."

"Ray?"

I listened to the words of Ayland and concentrated my consciousness to activate the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, at that time… a single arrow came down from heaven unexpectedly and pierced Ray and the men of the tattoo as if to separate them.