Legend

I finished my conversation with Elaine using a pair of orbs, and Ray was asleep in bed.

But Ray, sleeping in bed, wakes up unexpectedly.

It doesn't make me want to go to the bathroom, it doesn't make me thirsty.

Ray, who jumped in a motion that could almost be described as reflective, had a sharp gaze around him from the moment he woke up despite his sleep.

Even though I usually wake up in a half-hearted state, Ray doesn't look that way right now.

"... what? Now something..."

Take the dragon robe out of the mysterious ring and explore what's going on around you as you wrap it around you, but it's not like there's anything there.

"What are the signs now that I felt it for a moment?

If Ray had a thousand eyes, he would have seen the sight of Saldart and Stigma men fighting on the roof of a building quite far from the staff dormitory.

And I may have understood that the signs I felt were due to Stigma activation.

But Ray can't have the power of a thousand eyes, and all he can do is explore the surroundings.

But...... thanks to the act, Ray realizes its existence.

I was accidentally unleashed at myself, on that fist.

"Huh!?

As he crouched into his lap, his fist pierced the space where Ray was until a moment ago.

... Yes, that was just as powerful as it deserved to be described as piercing.

The person who released that fist opens his mouth with a slightly surprising look on his face.

"Hmm. Unlike before this, I took it quite seriously. I never thought this would be avoided, either."

"You..."

Ray looked familiar to the man's face as he pulled his fist back and had a look that impressed him as he put it.

That look with a very neat face but something like a tattoo on the right cheek is not so easy to forget.

He was the one who attacked himself when he helped him, and at first he also thought he was a fellow assassin to Ireland.

But Sardart asked me in the dean's office, and now I already know exactly who he is.

"Stigma... you were"

"Correct. But now that I know it, there's nothing I can do about it."

Turning to the graceful grinning man, Ray tongues lightly.

Regardless of what a sleeping raid is, it hurts that you're not fully prepared to intercept.

Though he is wearing a dragon robe, Ray's magic item Slapenil shoes, which Ray uses a lot in combat, are still in the misting. Other than that, Nebra's eyes, which are suitable for poking the enemy's surprises, are naturally in the mistering.

I could use the Death Size as it was if I took it out, but I needed to wear the Slapenil shoes.

Nebra's eyes just have to sit on her hips, so I can use them as they are if I put them out.

I was wondering what to do with that... Ray, but I'll make a decision soon.

Either way, this is a battlefield in the room, not suitable for those who use long-held weapons, like Ray.

In comparison, the other side is a user of fighting, whose power does not diminish even in narrow places...... on the contrary, he specializes in fighting in Ningro narrow places.

There can be no discipline in Ray to fight him on the other favorable battlefield, and the next moment Ray chose the act of throwing a dagger out of Mystering with a man in his sight.

It was just a throw in the wrist movement, but Ray's physical abilities should be described as out-of-person.

The dagger flies through the man's face as he slashes and rips the air.

A blow you can never avoid if it's normal.

But the man who is a member of Stigma accepts the blade of the dagger between his fingers without any particular hardship.

Ray also had some surprise at the behavior, but it is true that the man's movements stopped, even for a moment.

He immediately kicks the floor and runs towards the window, succeeding in breaking through the window and jumping out the next moment. But...

"Damn!?

The moment I jump out the window and think I can fight it all I want, I'm suddenly shocked over the dragon robe.

It's a disaster to be in the air, and Ray blows it off as it is.

If I had worn Slapenil shoes, as usual, I would have also been able to kick in the air and regain my posture.

But the sleeping ray was only wrapped around a dragon robe and could not be imitated like that.

(Damn it! What... I didn't feel any signs!?

He moves his gaze as he blows through the air, even though he feels blunt pain in his back.

Then he came into Ray's sight as an old man standing at right angles against a wall, holding a cane in his hand.

I understand that the identity of the blunt pain I felt on my back when I jumped out the window seems to be that wand.

(The guy...)

Like the man who suddenly appeared in his room, the old man also looked familiar to Ray.

He was the first person with the man who came raiding Ray, which means that the old man, who imitates the insanity of standing on the wall, is also part of Stigma.

(There were two stigmas...... sure there was another one, right?

While he regains his position in the air and lands on the ground barefoot, Ray explores what's going on around him.

I feel cold because I landed on the snow, but now I take the death size out of the mistering and shake it big.

"Flying slaughter!

The slaughter unleashed with the word thrusts against the old man still standing on the wall... but the moment he thinks that the slaughter hit the old man, it disappears as if it had ever been a lie to have an old man there.

"Nah!?

I don't understand what happened.

I could understand that he didn't use the magic item of the metastasis, but the old man disappeared the moment the slash was hit.

"Hey, hey. Scary. Scary. I didn't expect you to attack such an old opponent without mercy. I'm gonna have to work a little older."

The old man shows up again and tells him so with a grin.

But that look doesn't look like you're scared of yourself at all.

Still, we make sure that some distance has been opened, we release a few fly slashes again and tow them, then we leave the scene quickly.

Straight ahead was a miscellaneous forest not so far from the staff dormitory.

Too few trees to call it a grove, but for now it was enough for Ray to hide himself from the two Stigmas.

Deposit your back in the trunk of the tree and remove and wear magic items such as Slapenil shoes and Nebra eyes from the mysteries.

It took more than a dozen seconds to wear everything.

But that was enough time for the two Stigmas to find Ray.

"Huh!?

Hearing a slight wind-cut noise, he kicks the ground aggressively and leaves the scene.

The moment Ray disappeared, the trunk of the tree Ray had kept his back until a moment earlier was smashed and scattered.

... Yes, it wasn't broken or slashed, it was smashed and scattered.

I'm not in a hurry to get ready for battle, unlike earlier, even though I tongued inside of such a blow.

Watch the trunk of the tree crumble in the middle and keep moving forward.

"Hmm? Is it okay to run away now?

"Oh. Whatever, I was in a hurry because there was a guy who wasn't ready for my battle but was going to raid me, but now I'm okay.... Nevertheless, I think it's common sense to keep in touch before visiting, but Holy Light doesn't even teach you that degree of common sense? I can't help it because it's an unscrupulous religion."

To Ray's words, the cheeks of a man in his twenties move hiccups.

But the old man standing next to him laughs, even in favor, and recieves Ray's provocation.

"Hey, hey. I was wondering if you'd say that. It is only natural to contact him before the visit, but is it not the case that Noh, etc. has such a relationship?

"Right. What it takes to inflict divine punishment on the great enemy is a whip, not a courtesy.... No, it's my fist. No courtesy for such an opponent"

"Hmm, in the end, it's such a low degree religion to be called holy light. What is the Holy Goddess of Light? If you ask me, it's like ugly, filthy filth, just a scrupulous self-styled goddess."

It would be a lie to Ray, who told him so, that he had no intention of provocation.

It's also Ray's first experience dealing with two Rank A adventurers at the same time, and that's not the kind of simulated battle he's dealing with, he's willing to kill himself.

I'm more disadvantaged in a situation where there's no Seto, so I can't make a calm decision by provoking someone who's likely to have blood on his head to see it too.

Ray was right to aim at something like that.... I was right, but there was also miscalculation there at the same time.

That it was the devout followers of Holy Light who were in front of you...... hey, were you a fanatic?

If you're a man in his twenties who hears Ray's words, dye his pitiful beauty with anger and shout out loud.

"Great Enemy! I hereby declare! You said you would disappear from the world with regret that you were born hanging on my faith! That's the kind of mercy Vicente, a member of Stigma, can give you! Accept the Divine Punishment, Great Enemy Ray!

With the words of the man who named him Vicente, the tattoo present on his right cheek begins to shed sharp light around him.

(yay!?

I don't know what they're trying to do over there.

But still, Ray decides it's dangerous to leave Vicente like this, kicking the earth while concentrating his magic to activate the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor.

As he narrows his distance from Vicente, Ray's magic is compressed, concentrated, and transformed into a red color, wrapped around his body.

The next thing I was surprised to see Ray like that was Vicente and the old man.

It's not like they have the ability to feel magic, so I don't realize it's magic that Ray is wearing around me.

Or maybe if Ray's fingers didn't have a crescent moon ring covering up magic to the same size as a normal wizard, he could have figured out what the power was overflowing from Ray's body even if he didn't have the power to feel magic.

But it's all about what if.

Ray, compressed in sight and wearing a concentrated magic, completes the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, packs the distance from Vicente at once.

Ray's movement, wrapped in the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, draws a line from what was before.

In the eyes of a constant person, you wouldn't even understand when it moved.... but I noticed an old man walking next to me.

(following this speed!?

I wasn't alarmed because they were old men.

In fact, when I got out of the window, I took a blow from the top, and even though I hit the flying slash, it was unharmed and overwhelmed.

But even with all that strength, it was completely unexpected that I could move at the same speed as myself.

"Chi! Flying slaughter!"

Ray waves a death size toward the old man walking with him as he shrinks his distance from Vicente.

The flying slaughter released from it goes straight to the old man...... but at the next moment the old man disappears again and flies into the night sky.

But it's a sight I've already seen.

Ray wouldn't be surprised to see that either, as he did earlier.

Fortunately the old man disappears, he devotes himself to filling a straight distance from Vicente.

After Ray ran out, this is a few seconds away. Ray would have reached beneath Vicente if he had had this much time.

But the interference of the old man wastes even a small amount of time in seconds for no reason... which makes it impossible in time to narrow the distance from Vicente.

"Sorry to hear that."

"Come on!"

The moment that word comes out of Vicente's mouth, he decides that he won't be able to make it again if he keeps going, turning away from the act of reducing the distance so far and changing his behavior in order to make a mistake.

Leaps at a moving speed to reduce the distance from Vicente and activates the Slapenil shoe. He scaffolds and kicks in the air, bouncing wide straight to the side.

Kick one, two, and three steps in the air while activating Slapenil's shoes as they are, increasing the distance from Vicente while taking advantage of the velocity that has penetrated a little each time.

But Stigma can't even imitate Ray like this.

Before Ray, who walks away with four or five steps, the old man shows up again... and sticks out the cane in his hand towards Ray.

Death size that reminds me of the impact of the attack I ate when I popped out the window earlier and swings to prevent it.

The moment I thought that giant blade would slash and tear the old man apart, as before, the old man disappears.

(Isn't it really metastasis!?

Ray throws up inside to see him disappear or appear too freely from the spot repeatedly.

But now I had something to do, before I thought about the old man's abilities.

But that move is one step... no, two steps slow.

The interference of the old man lost decisive time for Ray to leave the scene.

"Great Enemy, take divine punishment!

At the same time that Vicente screams, something erupts from its body.

Something instantly spread to the surrounding area… covering the battlefield.