Legend

"Hey, Ray! You said the commander would capture you as unharmed as he could! Why are you blowing your right hand all of a sudden!"

"You can talk for once, you'll be fine."

Ray and Lutus, who emerged from the woods, walk in such a contentious battle.

... instead of running, you dare to walk slowly.

Naturally, if we imitate that, those who were in and around Rajaras will notice the existence of the two.

To be precise, if it includes the porn that stops on Ray's left shoulder or the figure of Bühne following from behind it, it deserves to be called one with the three of them.

There is no such thing as those entrusted with the escort of Lutus if they were meant to be.

The escorts were sent to the cave with Vihela to explain the situation.

The escorts naturally resisted leaving Lutus' side, but there was absolutely no deniable element in the phrase 'no safer place than Ray's' out of Lutus' mouth.

In fact, if I tried to use Ray's powers as the escorts I saw with those eyes, because I was convinced by the saying that it would be safer to be on Ray's side, even if it was in the middle of the battlefield.

Ray, who was asked that, tries to say something...... eventually when he exhales, decides to head to where he heard from the soldier with Lutus without saying anything more.

That is, a command post outside the woods.

Most importantly, I didn't expect to have a magnificent and beautiful tent, and at first I even suspected it was a trap.

So there was this great guy with the long sword, and he decided that the man would be great for now, and he threw a disposable spear.

... It was a disposable spear, not a spear of dusk, because I didn't like that noble blood sticking to a spear of dusk.

Either way, for that reason, Ray and Lutus were currently out of the woods and walking toward those with tents.

Naturally, in such a situation, the soldiers of the escort will immediately prepare an interception posture...

(That's too late)

Suspicious person... No, it's not strange that Ray and Lutus are perceived as enemies because someone they already think is great has been attacked.

But it was clearly too late for the soldiers of the escort to move into action.

At least, it wouldn't be strange to be reprimanded by a superior officer if he were a soldier in the Kingdom of Mireana. Slow.

(If it's a small country like Labourina, maybe I can't help it.)

In the first place, we don't even get to fight that much.

No matter how much training I had, it was fatal not to have actual experience or shallow.

... but the soldiers also have a say.

In the heat of the middle of summer, it was still standing outside the tent as intense direct sunlight poured down.

Besides, it's typical vain aristocrats like Rajaras who protect them.

Her health is drained by the heat, and her motivation is heavily shredded by Rajalus's words and deeds.

It was more impossible to move quickly in such a situation.

But still, the action of protecting Rajaras is more imperative than being placed here as a soldier of escorts.

That's what pierced his right shoulder by something - Ray's thrown spear to be exact - even if he told him to defend the existence of Rajalus, whose right arm blew up somewhere with that impact.

"Who is it! If we get any closer, we'll see them as enemies."

"... So if we don't get any closer, we're not enemies?

That's what Ray asks, questioning the kind of language that the guard's soldier would tow.

Even if you said it, you didn't think those words would come back, you were stopping the move.

I just thought they were going to ignore my words and attack me.

But I don't know what to do because Ray really stopped there.

I'm honest with you that I really have more trouble getting my foot stopped here than Rajalas suffered from the serious injury of losing his right hand.

"Oh, that's..."

Stuck in words.

I didn't know what to say from here.

If we manage to take the story amicably on this occasion, is there anything here that would make us kill each other?

Two, a soldier who was talking to Ray thinks about that.

That would never be wrong.

No, you can say it's best if you think about it in terms of Ninglo damage.

Less, the best thing for soldiers was that option.

However, that is only the best for a soldier.

Others… If you try to be a nobleman here, civilian flair has harmed the nobility.

The nobility that it could tolerate, did not exist here.

"This civilian!

One of Rajarath's surroundings was the one who attacked Ray first.

In that hand, the rapier must have been pulled out of the sheath of his hips.

But not as good as Rajalas. The thrust of that fat aristocrat doesn't have to be Ray... that's only sharp enough to be easily avoided, even if he's a lower ranked adventurer in the Guild.

In fact, Ray avoids that poke at his leisure.

Suddenly it came out, the attack of a person who seems to be an amateur in battle.

I wondered for a moment how to react to the act.

If you want to kill him, that's the only person you have the strength to think you can kill more easily than you can breathe.

I guess it was big that Ray was somewhat hesitant to behave unexpectedly before such a presence.

In the first place, Ray has no idea why this nobleman is so confident, even though he sees the sight of Rajalus's right shoulder pierced and his right arm blown away.

But how he mistook such a ray of confusion, that nobleman filled his hands with confidence... no, he opens his mouth with the grin he deserves to call Ningro Overconfidence.

"Ha, to avoid my rapiers seems to do it there at the civilian minute. But... don't think you'll ever be able to avoid my thrust, which is called lightning!

With that word, once again the nobles come to stick out their rapiers for Ray.

But Ray stopped moving for a moment when he saw the thrust.

That's because Rapier's poking was as fast as lightning, as he said... but naturally not.

"Lightning?"

Whimpering, waving Death Size.

Then at the next moment, the man's right arm dances in the air with the rapier in his grip.

At the end of its right arm, which is spinning, naturally there is no man.

That means the tip from the man's right shoulder was severed by Death Size.

"You think it's lightning at this rate? At least give me about a blow and then you call yourself lightning."

"Uh... that..."

A quick, oddly enough death-sized blow wielded at a lightning-like rate the man claimed to be, was too sharp, and therefore never noticed the pain of the man being amputated of his own arm.

But it's also Ray's grunt and... most importantly, if you see your right arm fall to the ground, you have to understand what the situation is.

And if you understand the current situation, the pain of having your arm amputated will also come naturally... and suddenly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Screaming, the aristocratic man holds his right shoulder with his left arm.

But there's nowhere to be supposed to be there.

Naturally. The right arm that should be there is rolling on the ground.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch...... ahhhh! My arm, my arm... my right arm..."

From the mouth of an aristocratic man, a mourning to be called despair is spewed out.

But the despair was also natural.

The country of Labourina is a small country among the subordinate countries of the Kingdom of Mireana.

Regardless of the potion that would stick the amputated right arm to only such a small country, it is also difficult to prepare a prosthetic hand for a magic item that would be mistaken for authenticity.

No, if you are a top nobleman among the countries of Labourina, maybe you can do something about it, but unfortunately, you are only here with the Viscount, who would be quicker to count from below among the nobles, and the surroundings of those Viscounts.

If those people were asked if they could get a good magic item... it wouldn't be possible first.

"Damn, you think you can imitate this to me, nobleman!

A man screams as he holds his right shoulder with his left hand.

Tears from the eyes, snot from the nose, and covetousness from the mouth… The way it screams as it spits liquid out of every part of the face is not very convincing, being said to be aristocratic.

"Well, I don't know. In the first place, you thought you were attacking me and they weren't really gonna fight back?... Instead of lightning, with that degree of thrust that blemishes have curled"

On the words out of Ray's mouth, he receives a potion from the soldiers of the escort, and the nobleman stares at Ray as he hangs them on his right shoulder.

It is probably a potion that is somewhat effective because it was possessed by the soldiers who were placed here as escorts to the nobility.

It seems that even if the severed arm could not be stuck together, it would have stopped the blood and relieved the pain in some ways.

The aristocratic man, whose mites were described as cursed, tries to say something while turning his face bright red.

But it's also silly to date such a nobleman, when Ray turns to the tip of the dusk spear he had in his right hand, does the nobleman recall the first severe pain he felt in his earlier life, or will he ever open his mouth any further?

"Well, you guys need to throw up a lot of information."

Ray's gaze was directed not at two of the nobles who lost their right arms together, but at the other nobles who were satisfied with the five bodies.

I don't think nobility as nobility, and that's what mows the weed. I can't talk about anything in front of Ray, who imitates light amputation of his right arm.

We are nobles.

Civilians like dust and mustard can never be harmed.

That's what I think, and the fact is, until today, for the guys who have been amazing in that way, the person in front of me named Ray was nothing but creepy.

Nobles and escort soldiers who can't talk about anything.

Ray opens his mouth as he looks at such people.

"The land of Labourina and Jaya must be hand in hand. But how did this happen?

"Heh, heh, heh, don't be ridiculous! Jaya is a criminal organization! Why should the country of Labourina join hands with such an organization!

To Ray's words, one of Rajaras' surroundings shouts.

I have a strong fear for the existence of Ray... and thoughts that I don't know what I'm going to do, but still, as a nobleman of the Labourina Nation, I couldn't honestly admit Ray's words.

"... ho"

To the words of the aristocrats, Ray groans small.

To that grunt, Rajaras' surroundings running a flash of fright as he uttered words of censure toward Ray.

Could you be attacked yourself? And it was frightening to think so, but Ray didn't say anything irritating.

(I understand that there are nobles who do not know that Jaya is connected to the upper echelons of the country. But... if we're going to attack that jar, isn't it normal to send someone who knows what's going on? Or did you think you could direct the annihilation because you didn't know what was going on?

If you are connected to Jaya, even if you are instructed to exterminate it, you may put your hands on it for some reason.

But if you don't know anything about the relationship between the country of Labourina and Jaya, you can't imitate it by putting your hands on it.

Ray didn't even understand the possibility that someone who thought he'd cut his hand off with Jaya had made such a decision.

Most of all, we are close to a public secret about each other's relationship.

Those who do not know it… Then perhaps only the likes of Rajaras could be prepared.

(In that case, I think the person in command of Ninglo's unit is incompetent, but the operation could fail.)

In fact, this is how we are hunting down the Rajalas now... and with Death Size and Dusk Spears in our hands, Ray turns his gaze to those in front of him.

When I can turn my gaze again, the man who's been telling Ray not to kid me also goes out of sight.

I guess I could get the momentum and yell at Ray, but if that momentum calmed down, I wouldn't have been able to say anything.

The soldiers of the escort also decided that if they said something, it could have the worst consequences, and kept quiet.

It's not strange to look at Ray and make noise, soldiers returning from the woods have been stunned by guard soldiers to make no noise.

"Well... so what do we do with these guys? You're gonna kill them all?

Ray turned to Lutus and asked.