Legend

That group, dressed in black, runs through the darkness of the night to the place of destination.

It is a moon that would otherwise illuminate the earth with soft moonlight, but now the clouds hide its appearance.

Sometimes winter, temperatures are low. Still, it must have been fortunate for a group of people to act during this time of year that it wasn't snowing.

"I hope it's not snowing, but there's nothing I can do about it when it's cold."

"Ha, then kill a guy like Ayland and burn him. Then burn him with the cadet school. That'll warm you up a little bit."

"Cadet school? Are you sure you're okay with this? I hear those weirdos are saying they're gonna help, but they're not very good, but they can't be trusted, can they?

"That would be the same over there. After all, we just use each other for our own ends."

"In the first place, it would have been easier if the first guys I set me up with had put me down. You missed him that time, so he was locked up in a cage at the cadet school. Damn, make it a pain in the ass. Cadet school, cadet school. It's decided by a lot of guys with arms."

"Really? Cadet school is a bunch of immatures who can't be knights or adventurers after all, right? As much as I'm training for combat, I might be pretty strong."

Men moving through the darkness of the night with words exchanged, but the words are very small.

If someone walks by the men's side, they won't be able to hear the conversation.

… but before hearing the conversation, the men are not going to keep alive witnesses who see themselves.

If you keep running, you'll eventually see the cadet school of your destination.

But when you look at the entrance, there are two soldiers with spears. When I see it, the man running the lead gives a signal to tongue and stop.

Then, almost instantly, everyone stopped and hid themselves in the shadow of a nearby building.

"Hmm?"

You may not have noticed such a move, but one of the soldiers turns his gaze toward the dark.

"What's up?

"No, I just felt like something had moved..."

"It's your fault, it's your fault. … but we haven't had time to change yet. How much fire does it have to keep you warm? At a time like this, you only have to drink strong booze and get some sleep."

To my partner's voice, I guess the soldier who was gazing into the darkness also decided that it was his fault that he felt it. I take my gaze off the direction I was watching and agree with that voice.

"Well, if you can, I'd like to have some hot wine or something and get some sleep."

"You, you have no desire. Let's at least go to the whorehouse. I recently found a good daughter. Your face is there, but your breasts are huge."

"Well, I can say one way or the other, my breasts can be smaller, so the beauty is better."

"Silly, you can say that because you don't know the happiness of being enveloped with that overwhelming softness. Look..."

Keep an eye on him without feeling nervous... two people starting a chat more precisely.

The black-and-white men stared at the condition of those two soldiers.

"I also thought it was a trap to alarm us... apparently that's not why"

"Right. You didn't think we were coming?

"You can either. Let's get this over with and process the target. Those soldiers, they were stupid, but they said something nice. Only in hot wines when it's cold like this."

"What am I going to do with talking stupid to you? All right? I'll take care of the guy on the right."

Then I'll take the left.

When you decide quickly how to dispose of the two soldiers, the blackening men quickly move into action.

Timed and the two threw black-painted daggers at once.

If the moon was out, maybe I would have noticed the presence of a dagger at all with the reflection of light. Or if the bonfire is brighter.

But in the end, the two soldiers didn't even realize that a dagger had been thrown at them, and the blade of the dagger buried beautifully on their foreheads took the lives of the two soldiers.

The salvation of two soldiers being unconsciously unconscious that they are dead?

Without being frightened by the fear of imminent death, knowing nothing, it would be a happy way to die if you realized it.

"Hide."

He gives short instructions and the men enter the cadet school.

Pull the gatekeeper soldier falling to the ground into the shadow of the building.

When someone comes, if there's a body on the ground, it'll make a scene, but there's also the possibility that if there's no one there, they'll think they're running out of work.

Of course it will be a noise tomorrow, but for the guys, that would have been nice if there hadn't been a noise between the time they pinned the target Aeland inside the cadet school.

Blood. If the whole place was on the ground, it would be difficult to hide it altogether, but that's why the aim of the dagger you threw at was your forehead, and blood is barely flowing. Nor does he pull out a dagger stuck to his forehead in order to avoid any smell of blood.

The wind is cold and strong sometimes on winter nights.

If it smells of some blood, it will be scattered soon though.

Either way, the men who quickly cleaned up the trail of the raid go inside the cadet school and look around.

The men's information network is naturally also closely investigating where the target is in the dorm, and after about five minutes of running straight through the premises, we have finally seen the dorm with the target...

"Damn!"

"Yikes!"

"Boo!

Suddenly there is a scream.

Men who have been thoroughly trained as assassins.

Something unexpected must have happened, and the men instantly scatter to separate people on the spot.

In doing so, there were several people who turned their gaze behind them, but at the end of that pointed gaze were three figures falling on the ground.

What caused it to be defeated was obvious if you look at the arrows poking at your forehead.

But...

(Stupid! I didn't hear any arrows flying!?

One of the men in black screams inside.

It was the same for the others.

The men are rigorously trained as assassins.

That's not so hard to hear the sound of an arrow flying in this wind.

But I couldn't hear any wind cuts from the arrows flying in the current attack.

It was also conceived that if there was one flying arrow, it would not have been heard by chance. But there are three arrows that just flew in.

I could never have missed hearing all of that.... Yes, it should be.

Had it been a normal archer who unleashed this arrow, the men would not have imitated it in such a way that they would have missed the sound of the wind cut.

However, the current attack could not sense any wind cuts.

Men in black who didn't understand what was happening, but they still don't imitate what stops them here, and they get lost in the dark to tailor their goals.

But... it doesn't matter what the men do, the arrows that slash and tear the darkness of the night and fly without making wind cuts while they were there tailored the men one after the other.

Even if one of them dies after an enemy attack, the others will take care of the target, Ayland.

Those were the men who decided that when they were ready to die... the flying arrows pierced the heads of such men to be sucked into them.

"Well, I guess this cleared up a lot of the guys who snuck in.... you've done pathetic things to the soldiers on the guard."

It is Saldart standing on the roof of a building on the premises of the Cadet School who dwells a light of sorrow in his eyes and whines.

It was a sad event that a guard from the cadet school died.

It would have prevented that if it had been, Saldart, but there is a reason why we cannot do that in the present circumstances.

"If it was an attack since I entered the premises of this school, I could have prevented it."

Squirting, reaching for the arrow barrel that has already been emptied.

If anyone but Saldart were present on this occasion, would you remove the empty arrows? I would have thought so.

But the action Saldart took was to cast magic into the arrows.

Then the arrow starts to glow lightly...... but the next moment Saldart stops magic flowing into the arrow barrel and jumps on the spot.

At the same time it sounds crushing around.

"... have you removed it"

One man existed where Saldart was until a moment ago.

The long sword in its hand is slammed against the rooftop floor, making a big crater decision on the rooftop portion of this stone building.

of stone building… it is also an easy attack to decide on sturdy stones such as those used in cadet school buildings. It wouldn't be hard to imagine what would have happened if we had eaten the current attack.

But Saldart doesn't look particularly scared when he sees such an attack.

For Saldart, who has dived through so many battles before as a Rank S Adventurer, it is not because he has never had the experience to face such an aggressive enemy in close proximity.

Hand the bow and turn your consciousness toward the arrow barrel.

(Can't you? With a few more seconds, it was slightly crude but a few arrows were made)

Naturally, the number of arrows will be the most important thing to pay attention to when it comes to holding a weapon called a bow.

The number of arrows is very important to those who use bows, than they cannot be attacked without arrows.

But Saldart's arrows are a magic item called the Track of Abundance, and if you shed magic, you can create unlimited arrows.

If that were all, a substitute similar to the Nebra eyes Ray got in the Bestian Empire, but this one could have produced a more diverse arrow.

You can increase the intensity of arrows, itself, or assign various attributes to arrows.

Furthermore, unlike Nebra's eyes, the arrows disappear after time.

It was the battle style of the Rank S Adventurer called Heavenly Bow to unleash it with Saldart-specific skills and this is also a magic item, Heavenly Bow.

… but there are also weaknesses in that style of combat.

If you shoot all the arrows you can keep in Toyota's trajectory, you need to shed magic again and create new arrows.

If it's a crude arrow, it can take time and not take ten seconds to produce an arrow, but conversely, ten seconds doesn't have to let a man with the alias Heavenly Bow use a bow.

"They are also useful to the outside world."

In the words that come out of a man's mouth, Saldart understands the truth of this accomplishment.

"I see. Was it to exhaust my arrows? When that happens, do aristocratic children such as Ayland also involve the hands of the Holy Light Church?

Even though he said he was sealed off the attack of his bow, his biggest weapon, Saldart didn't look particularly upset... on the contrary, he asked the man in front of him, scratching his hair up with a relaxed attitude.

Neither does the man look alarmed with such a saldart.

This is because I know that I am not that easy of an enemy than the person in front of me is a Rank S Adventurer.

(I guess the story would have been different if I had done the damage with the first blow)

Inside, with bitter thoughts about the figure of Saldart standing in front of him, the man continues his words without putting it on the table.

"Whatever the truth about things, I'm not going to give the enemy information. I'm sorry, but I need you to hang out with me here for a while... no, I need you to buy us some time."

At the same time as I finish, a few figures show up from behind the man.

They are all dressed in robes, each with a weapon in his hand.

It doesn't look like the wind we felt at all when it came to being the only three Rank S adventurers in the world we're going to face.

On the contrary, its extremely relaxed appearance will undoubtedly not mean that it is frightened and unable to produce strength, etc.

Seeing the appearance, Saldart distorted the beauty painfully.

"You guys really like brainwashing and stuff, don't you?... but do you really think Stigma can beat me in your state alone? Assuming I'm a Rank S Adventurer, huh? I think you're the ones who know the best about it these days."

"Oh, of course I don't think I can win. But I'm stuck. To that extent, even I..."

I can, he said. Without making it to the end, Saldart turns his sharp gaze to the man.

To the sharpness of that gaze, the man gets stuck in words for a moment...... without missing it Saldart smiles and opens his mouth.

It's just that the grin that's floating in its mouth was never the grin that Saldart always floats when he dictates a woman, though it was the grin of a fierce carnivore who finds and eats up his prey.

"Huh!?... I see, there are times when they do just call me Heavenly Bow. Surely it would be hard for me to buy time, as opposed to beating you right now. But you're forgetting? I'm Stigma. He who dwells these holy marks!

With that word, something like a tattoo present in the back of a man's left hand emits light, and some power fills the surrounding area. Seems similar to magic power, a power where something decisive is different.

It's a force that Saldart, who has lived as an elf for years, doesn't even know.

Now, the power I've seen when I've fought Stigma several times before.

The man rushed out to Sardart with strange powers.