Legend

The moment Ray is named, all those around him move their emotions.

Until now, I had been on alert as a sudden intruder, but I didn't care who that was.

But Ray's name made him realize that it was an adventurer with a deep red alias who was in front of us.

And that's how Ray is perceived as an adventurer specialized in combat.

... In fact, the idea is by no means incorrect because he became an alias in action in the war against the Bestian Empire.

Most importantly, it doesn't specialize solely in combat, such as the ability to transport using item boxes or investigating using Seto's sharp senses...

Whatever it is, those who guard the Lords' Hall where the Real Duct lives will understand that what is in front of them is not in their own hands.

"Well."

When Ray, who shrugged briefly, turned his gaze, most of those who were on the spot shook their bodies and their complexion grew white.

I know what happens if we try to interfere with Ray's behavior.

About Ray... Naturally many of the people on this scene know the information about Deep Red.

Says he relentlessly wields his power even if his opponent is noble.

It can be expected that even soldiers who are naturally serving nobility will wave the Great Sickle in their hands relentlessly, beyond such a person being their opponent.

... In the first place, it was obvious to everyone that they had no hesitation in doing so because they were like forcefully breaking through the city's boundaries in the middle of the night and entering the Lords' Hall.

"The reason I'm here, as I was saying, is retaliation from someone who Lerduct got his hands on.... For that reason, just stay the one who wants to fight in my way. Anyone else, just disappear. Because I'm not going after him now."

Nay, nay, but many of them that were around them turn their heels on the spot and run away.

If I fought Ray, it would be because I could easily predict what I would see.

It was also significant that, in the end, he was only employed by the Real Duct and had no loyalty.

If this were a guild, there would still be plenty of adventurers with aliases who would confront the Lords' Hall knowing that they were no match for themselves.

Against such a Gilm soldier, a Lerduct soldier withdraws immediately if he thinks he is no match.

Around here, what should also be called the difference in personality between the Dusker and the Real Duct appeared true.

However, the fact that many of them escaped, on the contrary, meant that some of them stayed here...

"Do we need to get that much body up against the Real Duct?

One of those who remained on this occasion opens his mouth with a long sword to the words of Ray, who tells him so.

"That kind of stuff doesn't matter. I just don't want to miss the opportunity to get along with a strong man like you."

"Uh... I see, that's the guy from that system"

It's not that I have a deep loyalty to the Real Duct, it's simply someone who wants to fight a strong opponent.

It's the same race as the so-called Vihera.

... Although Vihera also prefers to fight, that's why people like Real Duct hire her, and the answer would be no.

(Are the other guys... different?)

I wonder if all of us are exactly the ones who prefer to fight, and only one of the three remaining has a shitty gaze at Ray.

Then why the other two? And for a moment I thought, Ray, but when I saw the collar on those two necks, I could immediately understand.

(Slaves)

From what I've seen, you don't look like someone that strong.

No, I'm in a physique that doesn't seem to matter if the average person is the other person, but from Ray's eyes, that's just a person who has a big place to aim, easy to knock down.

I know they know they won't be able to beat Ray on their own either... but I guess they can't disobey orders from their husbands more than they have a collar of slaves.

"Look at me, deep red! Me!"

With that screaming, the man with the long sword jumps straight at Ray.

Only a combat maniac, and that stepping in is quite a thing.

That's enough for it to work as an adventurer in the Guild.

(If you prefer to fight, you won't have any trouble with your opponent if you go to the border)

While thinking that way, Ray waves the dusk spear on his left hand trying to match the man he's stepped into.

Along with the sound of slashing and tearing the air, the sound of a man being blown away echoes around him.

Stepping in was quick, he was a man with as much strength as he could work in a guild... but on the contrary, that's all.

Fighting Ray was simply impossible with the strength of a man.

A man who gets blown up, hits a tree that was nearby and loses consciousness.

Having glimpsed it, Ray next looks at the two slaves spearing at him.

The two, who must hear the orders of the Real Duct by the collar of slaves, cannot move from this place, even though they dwell in a colour of fright in their eyes.

It is clear from our current interactions that Ray is no match for our own enemies no matter how.

The man now blown to pieces by Ray was the opponent that the two slaves could not even scratch, even if they cooperated and attacked.

What can we do for ourselves with Ray, who kicked such an opponent in the literal sense?

"... don't worry, I'll make you unconscious soon"

Neither does Ray have the hobby to enjoy attacking someone weaker than himself.

No, I don't hate to smash a growing opponent, but I didn't have a preference for attacking and enjoying opponents like you are in front of me and suing me for help with your eyes.

You believed Ray's words like that, the two slaves were distracted for a moment... and in the next moment, he was poked pigeon tail with a stone poke of a spear at dusk, unconscious as it was.

Thus, taking away the consciousness of all three who remained on this occasion, Ray finds himself fumbling as he strokes the approaching ceto.

"Oh, if you've stunned everyone, you can't ask where you're putting your magic items"

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto rattles to comfort Ray like that, rubbing her face gently.

To such Ceto's care, Ray is also happy to stroke Ceto's body more gently than earlier.

An adventurer who is conforming with his submissive demons.

That's all I can say, a pretty smiling sight.... If it weren't for the guys who were passing out around, we'd be talking about.

As such, Ray, twisted with Seto for a few minutes, switches his mood and turns his gaze to the Lords' Hall.

There were some people watching Ray in the courtyard, but they looked like civilians to see.

Like the three people who are currently passing out, they don't imitate the way they attack Ray.

"Oh, you can ask those guys..."

"Hih!

I guess I felt Ray and I gazed in. The man immediately runs away, and the others flee to match it.

(Oh, was it quicker to ask a civilian like that?

I thought about it for a moment, Ray, but as far as I can tell now, I'm frightened and can barely talk.

"Bye, Seto. I'll meet the Real Duct, so Seto will wait here. Basically, don't ask anyone to get inside. Yeah, but when the rebels get here, let them in."

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

To Ray's word, I'll take care of Seto! and honking his throat.

Gently stroking such a ceto, Ray stores the death-size and dusk spears he had in his mistering before entering the building.

Though it was in the way of forcibly entering through the window.

That's how Ray, who entered the building, saw the civilians and thinkers running and running away.

"If there was a guy who could show us to the Real Duct room, it would have helped us. … do I have to look for it myself"

It was my first place to come, but I'm checking to see what kind of building it's shaped from above.

And if you have a strong greed for collecting your wealth, and a strong desire for self-expression, you will naturally also be your own clerk's office in the central part of the building, your own private room, and you will have a room where you should normally be.

That's the decision, and Ray moves on toward the center of the building.

"Wait! You're an intruder!

Occasionally those who scream like that show up, but Ray beats them up and faints, or falls to the floor and groans in pain by a whistle created with Nebra's eyes.

It was basically Ray's preference for long-pattern weapons, but it doesn't mean he's never good at throwing or fighting with Nebra's eyes either.

… most of all, Nebra's eyes are a magic item that is created by magic.

In such attacks, it is an effective attack in the sense of inflicting pain, but not powerful enough in the sense of stunning it.

In that sense, I'd say it's not appropriate in this case as Ray's chosen method of attack.

Ray eventually arrives in front of one door as he advances one after the other, stunning the opponent who tried to stop Ray from moving.

As you can see, it's not like the other doors.

The size and the look of it.

Compared to Dusker's office, it drops a few steps, but it's definitely a luxurious door in this mansion nonetheless.

(You mean watch, gatekeeper? Don't you see? The escort... I guess he's in the room)

From inside the room, you can detect signs of being alert to yourself.

I guess I decided I should concentrate my power on one point rather than being poorly defeated and destroyed by each.

With that in mind...... at the same time, if you understand that Ray is the one who has broken in, you may have thought that hitting a soldier poorly would escape.

In fact, that's impossible because many of the people they recognize as Rays are on the run.

"Well. You can't do this forever... and it wouldn't be polite to keep you waiting over there.... No, I don't think you need to think about being polite at the point where you're pushing it like this."

Whimpering, for once Ray knocks on the door in front of him.

"Real Duct, if you're here, come out adult. It's shallower."

That's what I sound like across the door, but as a matter of course, there's nothing back.

But given that the anger felt from across the door has intensified for a while, I guess it doesn't mean Ray's words haven't been heard.

"Apparently you're not going to come out.... then."

Remove the Death Size from the Mystering and shake it as it is.

It would have been more sturdy than a luxurious door, naturally... but it didn't shed magic, just the weight and sharpness of the death size, and the skill of the ray made the door cut off lightly. Now, I can see what's going on inside the room.

"Slow down!"

One arrow pierces the place where there was a door a few seconds ago, as if waiting for its timing, the moment you could see the inside of the room that way.

It was a blow as if it poked a moment of relaxation, but the arrows released are played by the death-size lightly.

It was a huge weapon with a pattern length of two m and a blade length of as much as one m, but it doesn't look like Ray is putting any effort into waving it.

In fact, one of the Death Size abilities is not to make you feel that weight against Ray or Seto.

Thanks to this, Ray was able to easily manipulate a death size as high as 100kg.

"Become!?

Even though I know a whole lot of information about Ray, I guess I didn't know about his detailed abilities... let alone the performance of the magic items in my possession.

Just now, a startled voice leaks out of the mouth of the man who shot the arrow.

"I confirmed that I took hostilities. You don't have to do anything about it."

With that said, Ray is pushed by Dusker to be careful not to kill people at this request as much as he can.

Precisely what Dusker told me not to kill was the Real Duct, but Ray recognized it as being with the others.

Most importantly, I don't remember hesitating to kill people for a reason, Ray, but it's not like I want to kill people.

If I didn't have to kill him, that was the realization that was fine.

"Huh!? Kill him! Whoever lays Ray down will be paid whatever he wants!

Ray also found out whose voice that was heard from inside the room.

Because even if we had never actually met, we had decided who we were going to say things like this now.

(not the alias deep red, but purposefully saying my name... I figured what so they wouldn't be afraid of me inside)

Still, the words now seemed sufficient to boost the morale of those who were in the room, and a roaring voice rises from within the room.

Though the only man who shot an arrow at Ray had a desperate look on his face that made him bluish and not very much but he couldn't beat Ray himself.

"Well, then... it's the last finish"

Whimpering, Ray walked into the room kicking in the wreckage of the door that was left only in the lower half.