Legend

Wouldn't be strange when it broke. The Rays out of the cabin think about what they're going to do with vigilance about what's going on around them.

Ray, Vihera, it's good that Büne followed the alchemist who's been asked to capture him down the underground aisle to the slam, but he was stuck from here on in how to go after him.

If Seto were here, he would have followed the smell like he did in Adria, but unfortunately that Seto would be waiting in front of the magic item store with Ara.

"Ray, is Gilm the city you're based in? So, have you ever been in a slum?

"I'm not saying there isn't, but you've hardly ever been here. This place is a total stranger."

Returning that word to Vihera's inquiry, Ray turns his gaze to the other Gilm resident on this occasion... who has also lived in Gilm for a long time before Ray.

"What? Me? I've never been to a slum before. Before that, I rarely even left home."

"... right. Azimov told me I was stupid."

Ray knows best how much Azimov indulges in alchemy.

Because that's why I asked for the spear thing when Pamidor introduced me.

If even Pamidor's introduction didn't have that much skill or seemed credible, Ray wouldn't have asked for the impotence of rehitting the Devil's Sword on the spear either.

But there's no way Pamidor would have introduced us without thinking about it.

"Then what do you do? There seems to be a lot of people interested in us."

Vihera asks as she looks around.

Even while we're talking like this, he'll be a resident of Slam Street. Those who laid eyes on the Rays watched from the shadows.

For the inhabitants of Slam Street, the Rays look like delicious prey in many ways.

Ray in the hood is also influenced by the dragon robe and doesn't look like he has anything in particular that's going to sell. Still, I'm old enough that I wouldn't have grown up yet because I'm small, and few people ever crave that kind of opponent as a slave.

Azimov is likely to be killed before he gets distracted because he looks like he's a man and doesn't have anything to sell.

But the other three women were different from each other.

Even for the youngest Bühne of the three, he has a face that is a child but can only be called beautiful enough.

There will be more people who prefer such an opponent to Ray.

And most importantly, Elaine and Vihera were able to enjoy themselves, and at the same time, it was unmistakable that they would be very expensive if sold as slaves.

In that way, things move by Elaine's words while we hold others back that the best prey for us has come.

"Well, apparently we don't have to get lost where we're supposed to go, do we?

The Rays also turn their gaze upwards to Elaine's words whining as she looks up at the sunset sky.

What was reflected there was something black floating in the red sky at sunset.

Everyone but Azimov knew what it was.

"I see, a yellow one"

"That's right. Thanks to this, it is easy to know where the earlier woman escaped"

Even tracking fugitives is usually done by humans.

In a slightly unusual way, there is also the hand of letting the beast man, with a sharp sense of smell, chase him. However, with several odors intersecting like the streets of dusk, the sense of smell is not helpful to the extent that it is somewhat sharp.

In the meantime, flying and tracking like a yellow was a very effective means of tracking.

In this world, there are not so many beings who can fly.

No, there are many species of monsters that can fly in the sky, but humans cannot manipulate it without very rare beings like Tamer and the Summoning Magic user.

Adria also knew through herself that Seto existed, but if a giant like Seto had just flown through the sky, she couldn't have noticed, and in case Adria hadn't noticed, someone in the passersby would have noticed.

Because Seto is so famous that few people know him in this guild.

Compared to such a ceto, Yellow had the advantage of being hard to find for a small minute.

"Cu! Cu! Cu! Cu!"

A yellow coming down to the ground sounds as Elaine takes it and holds it.

The way little dragons like cucumbers and yellows sound is very adorable and can stir up a protective appetite... it seems that such a protective appetite has nothing to do with the slum dwellers trying to earn money today, tomorrow and to survive, and eventually many people will show up from behind the building.

Until recently, we held each other back, but the circumstances change when Yellow shows up as a dragon child.

Even for those who live in slums, they knew how scarce a dragon is as a material, and that is why it is an expensive substitute.

We fought here, and as a result, if people like Yellow, Elaine, and Vihera escaped, they couldn't even see us, and silently we all collaborated and attacked, and we decided to split the money.

... Note that it was not only the inhabitants of the slums who were surprised and glaring at the presence of the Yellow, but also Azimov, a companion of the Rays.

No, for Azimov, an armed alchemist, I guess dragon material is something I want enough to get my hands out of my throat. More attention is paid to yellow than to the inhabitants of the slums.

"Cu!? Cucum! Cum!

You were afraid of Azimov's gaze like that, and Yello hisses and hugs Elaine.

"... Azimov, I'm sorry, but don't look too yellow at me like that, will you?"

"Huh!? Oh, oh. Bad."

In Elaine's words, I guess Azimov finally returned it to me. Hurry up and say an apology.

"No, I hope you understand. I know very well what porn is like for alchemists.... Well, yellow. I'm sorry, but I need you to show me the memories you've seen."

That's what she told him, and Elaine lifted the yellow she was holding to herself with both hands, letting her head and head touch.

I guess that Elaine's act got cut off. The inhabitants of the slums who were around the Rays speak nothing and begin to act simultaneously.

"Well, shall we deal with these people?"

Ray and Büne nod at Vihella's words, and Azimov moves to Elaine's side.

Azimov, originally an alchemist, is never highly combatant.

No, some alchemists specialize in combat to some extent, but Azimov was an alchemist specializing in research, and he wasn't as strong as he could think of in the word wizard when it came to combat power.

Of course, you can defend yourself by using magic items made using alchemy.

But in the first place, Azimov was acting with Ray and the others only to find out what the magic item was... specifically who made it.

For this reason, I have only brought minimal items of magic items for self-defense.

Sometimes I just lived in a proper guild around not being handy though.

(I also feel that the sight of the yellow is subtly dangerous...)

Even though Vihela waits for the slum dwellers with her bare hands, as usual, she thinks so.

I was wondering if maybe it would give Elaine a... strange little bit of yellow, to be exact.

Only very little time has been spent in contact with Azimov, and just because Ray trusts Azimov, he cannot be trusted unconditionally.

Elaine and I are lovers, compatriots, friends, and complex relationships.

Still...... no, that's why if Elaine has someone to give her a strange little bit, there's no way she wouldn't have responded.

"Bühne, please escort Elaine"

"Mmm."

Beaune also misses Elaine not as much as Vihera.

That's why I somehow figured out what Vihela was worried about, and I had no objection to Azimov saying I'd keep an eye on her so she wouldn't have strange thoughts.

If the enemy you attacked was a stronger opponent, you wouldn't have been able to afford that, but this time the opponent is a slum dweller.

Even if you are accustomed to attacking people, adventurers who are at the center of the battle...... only Ray and Vihella, who also have the power to just not compare to adventurers around there when it comes to combat, can safely watch that battle.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Screaming, the first slum dweller attacked first, Ray.

Vihera wears a bent armor and toenail, so at first glance she probably didn't have a weapon and had the idea of capturing the little Ray and taking him hostage.

If I only looked at Ray's appearance without Seto, it wasn't strange to determine he was an easy opponent.

Even in Slam Street, this is the Guild.

Naturally a lot of people know about Ray, but now Ray is hooded and can't recognize him as Ray from the outside.

That was the greatest misfortune for the inhabitants of Slam Street.

You don't have to use your weapon.

To the slum city dwellers attacking themselves, Ray comes forward at once when he squeals just that.

Is it not uncommon to carry out such raids, or the move to strike Ray was very familiar.

But... Still, it's not as slow to move as the monsters Ray has fought before, and even as the same person, it's only about the same or slightly superior to a low-ranking adventurer.

Ray, who approached such an opponent unconstitutionally, fists quickly before swinging the stick down when he enters the interior of a man who is waving the stick big in his hand whether he wants to capture himself.

If you really hit him with the power of Ray, that would be the only way you could crush the meat and cause a huge scratch on things like broken bones.

But now Ray doesn't feel the need to do that much.

If this is a bandit, we can also act like taking treasure we are saving by capturing it and letting it throw up the location of the base, but now here are the residents of Slam Street...... not very much, but I didn't think they had treasures of their kind.

It was attacked against important people like Vihella and Elaine, so if you stick it out to the guards, they may be sold as slaves, but given the annoying smell of the process, it's all a lot of hassle.

There was also the thought that we were the only ones who had broken into Slam Street.

That's why Ray's fist, wielded, is released by trying to plunder the jaw of a man with a stick, and all he has to do is prune consciousness, not life.

In a series of moves, I guess Ray decided he was never the one to be insulted unlike what he looked like. Several people strike at the same time...

"No use."

To the fists and kicks of one ray after another, the inhabitants of Slam City lose consciousness one after the other.

The same is true of those who attacked Vihera, and those who were so grateful to taste the superb body beneath its thin clothes, they were broken bones of their hands and feet and rolled to the ground without doing anything.

I guess I went into the act of breaking the bones in my hands and feet instead of just taking consciousness, like Ray did, because I still wasn't going to just finish who I had been after as a woman for my body.

If he was strong, he could still be seen as the opponent to fight, but now he is here because he cannot understand the power of Vihela and he cannot even understand the difference in power from ourselves.

In that way, all the inhabitants of the slum, which took less than a minute and nearly twenty, would lose consciousness and roll to the ground.

"Hmm, just in time."

Elaine squeaks as she peeks into Yellow's memory.

"What do you think? Where's the woman who ran away?"

"No problem. I'm in a cabin a short distance from here. Just... apparently, there are a few collaborators."

In the memory of Yellow, there was someone who came to pick up Adria.

Someone who deserves to describe the part of his jawbeard and momiaghe as being connected by a beard and covered with a beard all over his face.

From her physical appearance, she is a person of considerable strength even from Elaine's eyes, so much so that she wonders why such a person is in Slam City.

But I immediately recall that not all the strong are in the world of the table.

Ning Lo, he who had strength, but therefore sank himself into the world behind him, has no time to enumerate.

"I see. Apparently, it's going to be hard to capture them, regardless of what they hunt them down"

That's what Ray grumbled about when he somehow guessed what was going on with Elaine.