Legend

Ray, out of the Ajit of Wind Fangs, joins Seto there waiting, heading to the hiding place of Lazaria.

Hide so the assassination will never be found in the subject's organization alone.

That's what I advised you, so even Ray, who came out of the building, just looked around a little bit, and you can't find Lazaria.

(Are you saying you only belong to black dogs?... but I don't think it makes sense to just be good at hiding)

Ray, unable to find Lazaria, opens his mouth.

"Lazaria, it's okay now. Come out."

That's right. Speak up, then a few seconds.

Eventually, from the shadow of the building, Lazaria reveals herself.

"There you are."

"Yes. I'm pretty good at looking and hiding like this.... is a skilled workout by the time the black dog picks it up."

There's nothing particularly negative about the look on Lazaria's face that tells her so.

I guess I'm not ashamed of anything about when I've lived in Slam Street.

"Right. Then no problem."

"Eh, I don't have to have a problem over there. I have it over here....... isn't that a little too different from what you were hearing before the fight started?

It would also be natural for Lazaria to say so.

At first, Ray said that those around the building were the ones who belonged to the Wind Fang, but where Ray was actually on the side of the building, fighting was about to begin with the opponent he thought was, all of a sudden, those who said Ray was the true heart of the Wind Fang moved and killed the opponent he was rubbing with Ray, not Ray.

So I wondered if Ray and his people would be in a fight, and there was actually nothing like a fight, and they just disappeared into the building together.

If you try Lazaria, it's a completely different development than what you were initially hearing, so you won't be able to tell them not to get confused.

"Oh, apparently it was my mistake. Those guys had been attacked by wind fangs before outside the guilds, and they came as retaliation then. You think the man leading the Guild Branch of Wind Fangs is the enemy? So, I went into the building with those guys..."

So once the word stops, Ray exhales and then tells the story.

That we got into battle in the building, but only about the other guy we should have called Miscellaneous Fish.

Then I checked the building, but there were no other personnel, and I couldn't find any kind of gold, white gold coins, or jewels or gold pieces that would fund magic items or activities, and after consulting with the Dawn Star man, I concluded that there was probably a basement.

And that Ray tried to burn the building and kill the person he would be in the basement with heat, but was opposed to it.

Ultimately, he decided to deposit the wind fangs once with Dawn Star, and that when Ray came back here after crushing other tissues, he would still burn the building if the basement hadn't been found.

... that you will receive magic items and treasures in the building as a reward.

That explains the situation, Lazaria nods as convinced.

"I see. I've heard about an organization called Dawn Star. I'm not active in the Guild, but I was wondering if it was a big organization there. There's a lot of darkness behind it, starting with the assassination, but the main purpose was to rescue the weak people who live in basic slum streets."

"... I mean, you feel like a black dog?

"Right. The characteristics are slightly different, but you may think so. Really? I heard you fought with some organization quite a while ago and suffered a lot of damage... I guess that opponent was the fang of the wind"

"Apparently you do. Either way, that's why I left a little dawn star to the fangs of the wind.... That's why we're going next. I want to crush as many organizations as I can during today, so I don't have much time to slow down."

"Okay. Then let's just get away from here. Even with an organization called Dawn Star, it doesn't change that this is the Ajit of Wind Fangs. Perhaps the personnel who were out of Azit will come back while we're doing this."

"Really?... Well, if Lazaria says so, will she"

As for Ray, he was confident that he could deal with it without any particular difficulty, even if the owner of the skill to the extent he had fought in Asia had returned.

But Lazaria doesn't have the fighting power to see.

No, I may be able to use some sort of protective technique, but what I need here is not some kind of protective technique, etc., but solid combat ability.

(Oh, but if they were in Azito, surprisingly, can you handle it in Lazaria? One-on-one, though)

From what Ray saw, those who had bows were never strong.

That's why there were a few people in Lazaria who could defeat them.

(Come to think of it, it's odd that Wind Fang, whose main job is assassination, is the only guy to that extent, after all, for the organization.... maybe he hid in the basement knowing I was here)

For some reason, Wind Fang is also an organization that has survived this far in the Guild.

If we find out that the Azitos of the organization we are working with are being raided one after the other, we will naturally doubt the existence of Ray there.

That's why it's not surprising that if you know you can't beat Ray in the current situation, you prioritize keeping your power warm.

Hopefully we can use discarded pawns and make them assume that's the full force of the wind fangs...... and so on.

In fact, the Wind Fang judgment is not wrong.

... although I didn't even think Ray would come up with the means to burn Ajito if he had to.

In this sense, it can be said that the fangs of the wind were helped by the dawn stars who searched for Ajito and found the basement.

Most definitely, the face of the Dawn Star is quite skilled.

If so, even if it helps in this situation now, I don't know what will happen afterwards.

"Mr. Ray? What's the matter, sir? I'll go... do you still have business with that Azito?

"No, it's nothing. I wish the fangs of the wind had been honest with me."

It was Ray who gave it back, but it wasn't a mistake.

In fact, unlike Ray, the face of the dawn star came to Gilm for revenge.

And if it's revenge, in some cases, you can't kill me with a single blow, and that can be torture.

It's not torture to extract information, it's torture to inflict pain on someone.

In that sense, I would say that the face of the wind fangs is unhappy.

As for Ray, I'm being honest with you that it's not something you know about who you've been after.

"That's... I guess so"

To Ray's words, Lazaria also nods as convinced.

I guess I just live in Slam Street and belong to an organization called Black Dog, and I have a pretty good understanding of that hand story.

Even so, Lazaria's face was distorted by disgust.

"So what kind of organization are we headed to next?

"You're a clown."

"... I see"

To the words returned, Ray groans briefly.

But in that short whine, there is more than one emotion.

It was an organizational name like something before and somehow. Sometimes it was unusual for it to be an organizational name for the word clown this time, but it is significant that there was someone else I could imagine from the name clown.

A man wearing clown-like makeup and in balloon-like shape.

Because Seto and I crossed each other somewhat, it is easy to imagine that they are highly skilled.

Only the organization to which such opponents belonged was likely to have an arm's length presence, as were the enemies that would remain in Asia.

... I can't deny the possibility that the main force, like the fangs of the wind, only comes out as hidden abandoned pawns.

"Are you a clown?... By the way, what kind of work do you mainly do?

"It's like wide and shallow, but the most powerful thing you're putting in is the illegal slave trade. We're talking about a good number of people being held as illegal slaves in Slam Street."

While explaining to Ray, Lazaria gave him a disgusting look.

I guess selling slum city dwellers as illegal slaves isn't funny to Lazaria.

"Is it illegal slavery?... Many people don't think it's funny, even as the organization behind the guild?

Of course, some of the organizations behind the guilds deal with illegal slavery.

But it is only right that it should be small.

One reason for this was the specificity of the guilds.

From all over the kingdom of Mireana, it is a guild where the adventurers of arms gather.

Many adventurers who come to Slam Street have the strength to do so.

If you have accidentally attacked such an adventurer, the damage the organization will suffer will be immense.

Especially in the case of those who come to Slam Street, some do not know the word forgiveness.

If we deal with such people, even if we succeed in capturing them eventually, the damage may be greater than the profit.

For this reason, the illegal slave trade carried out by the organization behind the guilds really has to be small.

... In addition to that, Ray's devastation of an organization that had come from another country a while ago to capture women and force them into slavery would have had a great effect as a show.

"How dare you, well, don't get your hands on illegal slaves in the Guild.... So you're saying that's all the guys with arms?

"You will. Honestly, as far as I'm concerned, I want it destroyed as soon as possible."

"... for that matter, you didn't imitate the first time you took me to that organization."

If Ray were in Lazaria's shoes, he would take him to the first organization he wants most crushed when giving guidance.

Yet for some reason, Lazaria was the first to take Ray was Azito of an organization called the Blue Spear.

Why would you do that? And even if Ray has doubts, it's not strange.

With such a gaze on her, Lazaria opens her mouth like she's in trouble.

"It doesn't mean anything in particular and I chose a blue spear. I just chose the closest place."

"... right"

Ray showed how convinced he was, but he doesn't really believe all that language.

Still, I didn't pursue it any further because I don't think Lazaria, who belongs to the Black Dog, intended to do any harm to herself.

"Gru."

and Seto rattles his throat as he walks.

Is something wrong? With the question in mind, Ray turned his gaze... there he was, dripping covetousness from his mouth, skinny stripping his white eyes... no, there was a figure of an overly skinny man.

It looks like just bones and skins, but if that's all, it's not a rare sight in Slam Street.

But if such a man had a dagger in his hand and his cutting-edge to the Rays... or more precisely, to the Lazaria guiding Rays, the story was different.

"Hey, what's that dagger going to do? If you're going to attack me, I won't forgive you."

Neither did he take Ray's advice, nor did the man seem particularly concerned... On the contrary, he sees Ray with his unfocused eyes, with his bubbly saliva drooling out of his mouth.

It seemed unfortunate that the advice had no effect, Ray, but it was not right to aim that the tip of the dagger nevertheless turned from Lazaria to himself.

I guess Lazaria also understood Ray's aim from what he said and did.

When you know that the consciousness of the man who appeared was directed at Ray, you distance yourself from the man.

Having confirmed that, Ray walks out dignified toward the man.

"Hih?

You didn't think Ray would come close from the front, the man voiced his intentions...

In the next moment he was beaten on the dovetail with Ray's waving fist, forced unconscious as it was, and collapsed to the ground.

"... what is this guy?

Having said that, Ray had an idea about someone with these symptoms.

Although that was only the person who came out of comics and cartoons that I saw when I was in Japan.

And Lazaria nods in support of such an unpleasant hunch of Ray.

"It's been a rapidly increasing drug since this spring. … but the effect of the medicine itself is not that strong, so I wouldn't normally depend on it so far..."

"Normally."

"Yes."

For example, if this happened on the front side of the city, not so many people would be different from the drug.

But when you become a resident of Slam Street, you have nothing to do, you want to remember the old days, you want to run away from reality.

Other than that, for a variety of reasons, you easily lose the temptation of medication.

... Of course, just because you're not a resident of Slam Street doesn't mean you'll never beat the temptation of medicine.

You're a pain in the ass.

Ray shrugged briefly as he watched the man fall to the ground losing his mind.