Legend

A spear that flew straight towards my torso.

If it's a spear like the one thrown by adventurers and soldiers around it, it won't be hard for a woman with a whip to avoid it either, and in some cases she can imitate things like wrapping the whip around a spear pattern and throwing it back at her opponent.

But that's only the case with a spear thrown by a normal opponent, and it's Ray who threw it, and even more so, the spear is a first-class magic item called a spear of dusk.

The woman who deals with such attacks and decides that she cannot deal with them with her skill and weapons will focus on dodging them rather than taking interceptions or spears...... but still moves slightly slower.

A spear that slashes and rips the flank of a woman into all her fancy costumes.

... Still, it would have been thanks to the woman's aggressive judgment and her ability to move her body instantly as long as her skin was torn and flesh just torn and her guts never spilled.

Nevertheless, only to the extent that fatal injuries have turned into serious injuries.

"Kuh..."

While holding back the blood overflowing from her flank, the woman nevertheless leaps backwards to distance herself from Ray.

Watching such a woman, Ray uses his dusk spear abilities to put it back on hand.

I'm putting it back, but there's no way I'm going after it.

Now, if you throw a spear of dusk again, that's sure to be a lot of damage to a woman.

There is no doubt, but the reason why the pursuit did not take place... is because at this time I thought that a new enemy might show up again.

But... unexpectedly, even if the woman who uses the whip is seriously injured, there is no way that a new enemy will show up.

(Why? No way, this wouldn't mean all the clowns)

Only five women with whips in total have defeated Ray since he came to this building, to the first man he encountered, to the woman who threw the metal sphere, to the man who came on the blanco and attacked him, to the man who threw the dagger.

It was doubtful for Ray, too, that everyone had the right strength, but still no other numbers.

Either way, if no more enemies strike..., Ray turns to the woman with the whip and sets up a spear of dusk.

Closer, it was imperative to attack from a distance to defeat the Whip Woman than to smell that sweet smell again.

The whip woman had the potion taken out of nowhere hanging on her wound, but that doesn't work.

Ray, who sees it, grins inside.

The effect of Dusk Spear as a magic item is its ability to freely put it back on hand.

But other than that, it also had the effect of inhibiting the treatment of the other person's injuries.

… the latter is only to the extent that it can be lightly deactivated by using more than a certain quality potion or high healing magic.

Still, the fact that the flank wound of the whip woman had not recovered probably meant that the quality of the potion used was not that high.

"Are you the last person?

No matter how long you wait, there's no way a new member of the clown will show up.

That's why Ray asked with the thought that maybe it would be different, but the whip woman smiles and opens her mouth as she suffers the pain.

"Well, I wonder. Maybe I'm really the last one, or maybe not. Or maybe someone's still after Ray."

"... if you're really still here, I think you should come out."

With that said, Ray moves toward the whipped woman who has distance herself.

The woman who notices it waves a whip as she endures the pain in her flank.

The speed of the whip wielded was a substitute that could not be dealt with if it were soldiers or adventurers around it.

But... Still, it drops a few steps compared to sharpness like the first time I saw it.

(You don't smell...)

It was Ray smelling a little closer, but fortunately there's already no sweet smell.

I'm curious what the hell was creating that smell for, but now I'd rather defeat the woman before that smell is used again first.

The whip to be wielded is cut by flashing the death size.

Even the first blow of the whip beyond the speed of sound made Ray capable of dealing with it.

It's not that hard to deal with an attack slower than it was in the beginning than it was.

"Ah...... cum!

But women don't give up that easily either.

When the tip of the whip is seen cut, it pulls through the patterned part of the whip.

"I see, a planted whip without a planted wand"

The pattern of whip pulled out by the woman was planted with a dagger.

The woman who points the cutting-edge of that dagger at Ray and tells him to let go of a blow at any moment.

But anyway, if it's in perfect condition, it's not a hard story to deal with in the current situation of having your flank slashed and torn.

"Let's go."

Whimpering, stuffing an intermission with a woman again.

Until earlier, the woman with the whip was above in the sense that the weapon was in between.

But if that whip turns into a dagger, Ray with a Death Size and a Dusk Spear is overwhelmingly up there in time.

Brrr.

Ray deliberately releases a handful of strikes.

That's the blow that lets the part of the Death Size pattern hit the woman and release it.

The woman tries to avoid that attack, but moves dull to abdominal pain...... blows by Death Size.

"Guuuuuuu!"

A blunt scream rises from the mouth of a woman slammed against the wall.

Ray hits the wall, heads to the woman who fell on the floor, and approaches him.

"Now, if you don't want to die, why don't you tell me all about it?... First of all, my biggest question is my discomfort. Given your abilities, I think the clown is making you uncomfortable.... What do you say?

"Ho ho... well, what do you think?

That's how the woman replies, holding down her battered belly.

He doesn't have the strength to fight back anymore, and he says it's good to move his body.

So while you're at it, you don't look like you're giving in to Ray at all.

"If you don't say anything, you're going to get a little more painful, but you don't mind? If I could, I'd like you to talk to me before you do that."

"Heh... heh... you think that's what they say and I'll be honest with you? If you can do something, do it. It doesn't make any sense how much you hurt me."

Ray could also have predicted that there would be no one left in this building in that word in the sense of combat personnel.

(When that happens, the problem is... are they other than combat personnel?)

Everyone who attacked us after entering this building had the right arm.

That's something Ray admits, but an organization is not something that only combat personnel can operate on.

That's what people like administrative experts need, even if it's the organization of the back society.

Of course, it's not surprising that clerical personnel possess certain combat skills beyond being those of the back organization.

But still, it is Ray's expectation that it is only certain and does not possess the kind of skill that Ray has fought in this building.

... No, is that more like half certainty than anticipation?

In common sense, a highly skilled person generally requires appropriate training.

Except if you have an overwhelming talent, but that's what such a talented person would be in for the elite sent for Ray as a combatant, not an administrative personnel.

"I see. I mean, this building doesn't have combat skills, but there are people who know a lot about it."

The woman's face hardens to such Ray's words.

It must have been a picture star.

But it was definitely a failure to put that directly on the look.

What Ray said was only a prediction.

I was going to see how the woman was doing and see if that prediction was correct, but the woman got stunningly hooked on it.

"Sounds like a hit. When that happens, the question is where are you in this building..."

"Wait. I didn't say anything. And I don't know if I can decide for myself."

She was a woman who was choosen on the flank and did things like being beaten and blown away with a death-size pattern, but she gets desperate and denies Ray's words.

But it was such behavior that I was able to guide the conclusion that my thoughts were correct even from Ray's eyes.

(You're a queen on the outside, but you think you're one of us.... No, are you kind to your servants because you're the queen? Well, I don't care about that area)

To direct Ray's attention to herself, she was a woman who tried to stand up, ignoring the pain in her belly, but the moment she stood up, she snapped a woman's foot with a death-size stone poke and let her roll to the floor.

And opens her mouth deliberately so that she can hear me.

"Would it be better to burn all the buildings than to know where they are hiding"

The moment Ray shrugs, the woman's body tenses.

That's as if I even petrified it.

"If it's true, I would have liked a magic item or something, because the discomfort I've had since I came to Gilm has been quite cumbersome. I don't know who's doing it or what, but if we burn all this building down, even if there's some kind of hidden passage underground, we're going to die of heat."

Tell me what you were thinking about the Ajit of Wind Fangs, as it were.

But I guess that seemed like a sign that Ray could really do it for a woman.

Half-reflective screaming.

"Stop it!

A woman who ignores pain and stares at Ray.

... Since the original outfit looks like a queen, in a highly exposed bondage, I see various places that Ray's attack would not otherwise have allowed me to see, but I don't see myself caring about that at all.

Nevertheless, sometimes Ray is in battle again, and he's not turning his mind to you.

"Why do we need to stop? You tried to kill me. More than that, you're prepared to get yourself killed, aren't you?

More than I've come to kill, I deserve to be killed.

To Ray, who tells him so, a woman cannot return words.

Because what Ray is actually saying is never a mistake.

The evidence convinces the woman for a moment too.

But... Still, there's no way to admit Ray's words here.

"Going to kill even non-combatants!?

That was the only thing a woman could say to Ray in the current situation...

"Oh, you're right. I don't know if they're non-combatants, but they're from an organization hostile to me that sends assassins, too. Of course you think you should crush it here, don't you?

"Gu......"

The woman gets stuck in words, but Ray keeps the words going without the way she wants to be with such a woman.

"Right. Then I'll burn this building, so it's time for you to use it. Probably, but it looks like there's definitely something in this building that's making me uncomfortable. I'll have you charcoaled with the clown's face."

"Wait!

"... Need to wait? In the first place, as I said, you came to kill me. Of course, you were prepared to be attacked.

"That's... please, wait. Yes, surrender..."

"You're in trouble."

As the woman surrenders toward Ray, the moment she tries to say so, her voice echoes around her again.

I'm used to it now because the only time I can't feel the signs is after entering this building.

But... the voice I heard is familiar to Ray.

Man in balloon-like shape with clown-like makeup...... Darb.

He's a man with enough strength to fight Seto around the corner.

If that voice... and half reflexively Ray jumps back on the spot.

"Yikes!"

The moment Ray jumps back, Derb, who shows up through the ceiling as if he were a ghost, lands on the back of a woman who was talking to Ray until a few seconds ago.

Appearance is a lightweight derb on the back, but its weight deserves a balloon-like shape, naturally.

There is no way that a woman could avoid such a derb attack, pierced by her flank and even beaten to the torso by Ray's force... the dull sound of the derb's foot treading on the woman's spine could be heard firmly in Ray's ear.

"No way, I didn't expect you to come out. You've been back in this building since you escaped in the battle with Seto?

"Well, what do you think?

It was Ray's provocatively stained word, but Derb listens to Ray.

Most importantly, Ray didn't know exactly what kind of look he was wearing because he had clown-like makeup on his face.

"Whatever... I'm glad you came out, too. You're gonna die here."

"Oh, really? Maybe the other way around, huh?

Derb took a step toward Ray while creating a delightful atmosphere.