Legend

It was Ray who stopped Ajas and Rebejeff from moving, but the fuss comes into my ear.

I've already captured these two, and Huston's in a situation where he's losing ahead from his right knee. I also captured Gestal and a flavor of it. Despite that, what kind of noise? and turning his gaze......

"What are you doing! We all wanted to stop by and see who lost one leg... and we wouldn't have the strength to resist anymore!

For some reason, at the end of his gaze, Melan was stuck in front of Haston to block intelligence forces.

Try Melanie, she must have come here to help the whore who was taken away in front of her, but that's what she thought when she saw the battle going on there and had to help Haston.

With that in mind, it is both Meran's strengths and weaknesses to take immediate action.

He acted to help Huston before he could help the whore.

(No, why is Melan here in the first place? No way, you came after Ilse or something? Still, I can't imagine coming here at pinpoint without any clue)

Ray wonders what he should do while holding back Ajas and Rebejeff.

Normally, I guess we should still make Melan grow up here.

But we have to get away from here to do it.

Of course I can assure you, given the face of being here, that I will not take unconsciousness... do I need to bother helping Melan here? I think about the fundamental thing.

Things move while Ray thinks that way.

"You idiot! You know who you're sheltering! He's a criminal!

"Even though it seems like an analogy, this man no longer has the power to resist. Then surrender to me..."

"No! No..."

Somehow they managed to get Melanie out of front of Haston, so the Intelligence Corps thought.

Dar knew a lot about Melan.

But few of the intelligence forces know anything about Melanie.

That wouldn't be a funny story.

In the first place, Melan is somewhat involved in this one, but that's only somewhat.

It's no surprise that no one thinks such a person would come to a scene like this.

As a result, Huston couldn't keep up with what could be described as Meran's behavior... and he couldn't possibly have missed that gap.

There's a lot of blood coming out of my right knee, but I still managed to act.

(Grunts, got caught)

What I saw at the end of my gaze was the appearance of a fellow being poked with a sickle and a spear by Ray.

If they were regular, average adventurers, Ajas and Rebejeff would have cared, but if an alias armed adventurer like Ray were the opponent, that wouldn't be the case either.

Not to mention the face of the Red Lotus Wings near Ray, who I've never seen, but who at a glance can tell I'm handsome, and most importantly, one of Ray's icons, the figure of Griffon's Seto, just like the Great Sickle.

In that situation, I didn't think Ajas and Rebejeff could get away with it.

He's also severed from his right knee and has lost one leg.

The amount of haemorrhage was considerable because of acts such as restraining intelligence units from facing each other in that situation.

In fact, if you still distract yourself a little, your consciousness will become blurred.

I guess Huston's mental strength is strong around preventing it with his energy alone.

But that's close to the limit, too.

In the present situation, if it's a cut to let the Ajas get away at all, and there's also the feeling of paying off one arrow... Haston turns his back on himself for some reason, turns to Melan's back sheltering from the faces of the men he's attacked - the intelligence forces - and sticks out his long sword.

It is probably the power gained by burning life itself so that the candle burns intensely at the moment it disappears that Huston, in a state of loss of one leg and confusion of consciousness, has been able to make such a move.

Of course Huston aimed at it, for no reason - as his consciousness was hazy, he hardly heard Melan's words, and even if he did, he couldn't afford to understand them - but it's not about killing Melan, who's stuck in front of him.

For Huston, there is no resentment at all for a man named Melan... but on the contrary, he is not grateful.

What I needed was to hide my movements from the men who attacked me, Blind.

In that sense, Melan standing in front of Haston was the optimal being.

The intelligence forces are not the only ones in front of Melan.

Since it was unfolding in such a way as to besiege Huston, he could not have missed such a Huston move, naturally.

"Danger!"

That's what those who saw Haston move scream, but it was too late.

The penetration Huston unleashed with his long sword pierced Meran's back... sinking his cut straight into the body of the intelligence unit man who was in front of Meran.

Fortunately for a man in intelligence, he would have worn a clasp under a leather armor made of monster leather.

Thanks to this, the cutting edge of the long sword, although somewhat pierced the man's belly, did not result in a wound to be called a fatal wound, although not very much.

But... that's just the guy in the intelligence unit, and Melanie doesn't either.

He was pierced through his back from behind...... in doing so he had his heart pierced with a long sword and the wound had to be described as fatal.

Huston didn't aim for Meran's heart, but it was literally a blow with the power of the whole body without one leg.

With that in mind, it wouldn't be strange to not be able to choose where the cutting-edge of a long sword is going other than a big place called the back.

"Ha, ha, what... why..."

Back to the long sword...... Melan with his heart pierced falls to the ground saying just that.

Yes, to all the long swords who are still piercing their own hearts.

The shock of falling to the ground destroys the heart even more, but Meran can't already be aware of it.

I just groan at the irrationality of why I see myself like this.

I didn't do anything wrong. Yet I wonder if this result is very... I don't think so, but I could barely utter a word more than my heart has been completely destroyed.

The last thing Melan saw was a crowd of guys around him - Huston - behind him.

Without even being looked at by anyone, Melan is about to disappear secretly in Slam Street... At the last minute, the moment he tries to close his eyes completely, he sees Ilse, who somehow was on this scene, glancing at himself with a gaze as if he even sees himself in a roadside stone... consciousness falls into darkness.

"Mmm."

"Yeah, right. Let's go."

Ilse, who glanced at Melane with an uninteresting gaze at what emotions she had at the end, the expression of sadness, then incredible, or what could be termed a painful expression, was urged by Büne to move on.

It's not like I don't have anything to think about Melanie, but now I have Ajas... because standing in front of the enemies of my kind parents and brother takes precedence over everything else.

"Huh! Damn it, get off me! It stinks!

Huston, held back by intelligence forces, is still raging.

My health should have been the limit, but I was still squeezing my last strength and rambling.

... such a haston is potioned on a severed right leg knee wound.

Most importantly, the reason I'm on the lookout is because even if Haston is a criminal, his life is honorable... not naturally, but because if he dies here, it will take extra time to figure this one out.

With such hustons and intelligence units face-to-face, Ilse heads with Bühne to where the Rays are.

As a matter of course, there were intelligence units there, but no one tried to stop Ilse from being there.

I wonder why Ray is cooperating on this one, because he knows that.

"Ha ha... I didn't expect your daughter to corner you like this"

"Looks like you were trying to escape somehow, but the last time you gave me a bad lift was the cause of your defeat. But I didn't want to let you get away with it."

With a cold look, Ilse tells him that as she looks at Ajas.

What Ilse pointed at Melane was a gaze that looked at the stones on the side of the road.

But it's cold to point it at Ajas... so while you're at it, the hatred inside you's gaze with heat.

Ignorance and hatred.

No one knows which is the nasty gaze.

But Ajas, who sees it at all, didn't think he'd be happy with the gaze he wasn't very much directed at him.

"Well, apparently I was taking away a bunch of women... let me ask you what you were imitating like that for. No way, 'cause I like women... you wouldn't say anything, would you?

"Ha, you get it. I like women. That's why I needed so many women."

To that word, Ray takes off the death size he was poking at Ajas with his sigh.

Why? and Ilse, who was watching Ray behave, questions, but at the next moment Ray's death-size is wielded just by the movement of his wrist.

So while I was there, the spear of dusk that was poking at Rebejeff wasn't moving at all, so it would be obvious how amazing it was to act.

"Ouch!

Death size moved by the wrist alone, but that's only possible because it's Ray.

Its power is high even to the extent that it was beaten with a movement to the point where it moves the wrist, just for a death size that originally weighs about 100kg, and the ajas blow up for about a few meters as it is.

While bouncing to the ground a few times, he was taking a lot of damage when he finally stopped moving while spinning many times.

"That's a funny joke.... it's such a funny joke that it's too funny to laugh"

"Ha, ha... Oh, that sounds interesting. Best of all."

Ajas, who woke his upper body only with the force of his arm, tells him so, still grinning, even if he takes the blow now.

"So? I ask you again, why did you do such a conspicuous imitation? Sounds like for once he wasn't a resident of the Guild for a long time, he was after all the guys who came to the Guild recently, including about the construction of the addition... but still, he didn't think he'd discover it, did he?

With Death Size in hand, Ray asks without even looking like he had any difficulty at all.

From the ajas I tasted for myself in the literal sense of how much that weight is, it looks incredible.

If you don't know the special abilities of Death Size, Ray's lack of expertise makes an extra intense impression only on the person who ate it directly.

Exactly, Ajas looks at Ray, as he did in front of an unfamiliar opponent.

Of course, as one of the more cautious people who came to Gilm, the information had been collected in advance.

The organization that ordered Ajas to do this has a high information-gathering capacity by its very nature.

War against the Bestian Empire, one of the Rem races, the disturbances in the labyrinth city of Exil, martial arts competitions and civil unrest in the Bestian Empire, etc.

Person who has been involved in various disturbances and has managed to do so only by pushing force, without using particularly countermeasures.

I had such information, but it was still very different from hearing it and actually seeing it with my own eyes.

"Hmm? What's up? You didn't hear what I said? Then you don't need ears like that. Ilse, slash him."

"Yes, with pleasure"

To Ray's words, Ilse, still staring at Ajas, grinned without any hesitation, pulling the dagger out of her sheath, as she approached Ajas.

Ilse would wave that blade at herself without any hesitation.

I knew that, but Ajas still wouldn't move.

To be precise, it is correct to describe it as immobile by a death-size blow rather than immobile.

Even if you can't stand up, you can't stand up because of the damage caused by the previous blow.

With Ajas' skill, whatever Ilse might do in the present situation, it would be easy to prevent.

... but if that's just Ilse, we're talking about.

There are faces like Elaine and Ara on the wings of the Red Lotus, starting with Ray, and even the faces of the intelligence forces gather in large numbers.

There's no way we can get rid of Ilse in that situation.

That's why Ajas is not going to give me his own ears too...

"Come on, let's get that ear for now, shall we?... Yea!

Under the moonlight, Ajas managed to circumvent a dagger that was swung down as he drowned his green hair.