Legend

Time returns a little.

In the forest of Trent, Anterm opens his mouth to mock at his opponent a herd of wolves who have manifested themselves.

"Have you finally come out? To be honest, I found something more important than you guys, so I wasn't interested anymore... but I can't help it if it came out."

With the Devil's Sword in his hand, that's what he thinks when he sees a wolf that can give him a return of interest in a being that pisses him off more than a fairy named Ray.

Anterm can't tell the wolf apart, but still the wolf at the head of the herd saw it when he was watching with magic items, there was no mistake in the wolf he was with Ray.

I mean, we found a target in this Trent forest.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr......"

Before such an anterm, the wolf sounds an alarm.

The wolves are here because Anterm threatened to set fire to Trent's forest.

As a wolf who has a contract with the fairies, it is unacceptable to burn the fairies' dwellings, etc.

That's why now I'm out in front of the anterm to prevent it.

It seemed like an anterm like that was saying something, but wolves don't listen to that.

Wolves don't know hard words like contracts, but still instinctively fairies... I understand that fairy heads have embraced themselves.

I mean, the fairies have become companions to wolves... no, they've become what we should call family.

The wolves didn't even know if the fairies thought so, but it was only natural that they would defend that family's residence more than they recognized as family.

I guess Anterm felt the wolf like that, too. Tongues like it doesn't seem funny.

If I tried to anterm it, it wouldn't have been strange for the wolves to understand the difference in power from themselves and escape.

It was Anterm's idea to hunt and kill those wolves in a playful mood and show their bodies to Ray.

I can't return all the humiliation I've suffered to that extent, but I can still return some of it.

Even so, the wolf being hunted shows him where to escape from himself or even set up to fight.

Like Ray, Anterm's frustration is extra solicited against wolves who don't get what they want.

"I can't help it. Then I will suffer and kill you.... You're the last one."

Anterm declares so to the boss of the flock.

That is not a word from kindness. It comes from an abomination to show you the sight of your herd's people being killed.

The wolves also raise their alarming roar high as to whether they felt such an unterm evil heart in a wild inquiry.

Nevertheless, Anterm is a rank A adventurer and has absolute confidence in his strength.

Whether that was the periphery or not, I wasn't going to lose to about a monster, and if that became just an animal that wasn't a monster or anything, I recognized that even if I was meditating on my eyes, I'd be the one to win.

Hence, Anterm takes the Devil's Sword in his hand... and walks out without looking like he cared about anything like wolf vigilance.

"Wow, wow!"

The wolf leader makes a loud noise at the anterm, which approaches with no vigilance or anything.

That voice, which should also be called a howl, was also a signal of an attack on fellow herds.

Other wolves naturally follow the orders of the wolves who are leading the flock.

As a wolf, he was only very highly intelligent, and the hunt for that flock was sophisticated, unlike a normal flock of wolves.

If the opponent shows a gap, he sticks his fangs out there.

Nevertheless, I won't leave my fangs sticking out for long as they are.

Start by scratching them, little by little, really little by little, and weaken them.

Bring it into those long battles and the wolves can fight in their favor. However……

"Don't let the beast touch me!

"Gang!"

The demon sword of Anthelm runs through the darkness of night, cutting the body of the first wolf with its fangs protruding from the torso into two upper and lower parts.

A blow that immediately dodged and unleashed where it hit me.

In low-ranking adventurers, a sharp blow like you can't even spot it.

Such a blow causes one of the wolves to die lightly.

But... where one of my people is dead, there's nothing that frightens the other wolves.

Without sticking their fangs out, the wolves next hit the anterm.

I guess this was unexpected for Anterm as well.

Normally, one of my buddies was killed, and it's not weird to be upset or anything like that.

But... the wolves are going straight to the anterm.

And I guess it was a coincidence. But still, one fang of the wolf scratches a muscle on Anterm's cheek.

"Chi, don't worry about the beast flair!

The wound is a scratch, not very much, but not a fatal injury.

No, but still, it was an act that hurt my pride for Anterm to take the blow now.

There is no way that he can forgive his opponents for such imitations, and Anterm swings the Devil's Sword quickly in frustration.

Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle.

That's how every time the Devil's Sword is waved, one wolf after another becomes a corpse...

"Wow, wow, wow!"

At that moment when one wolf was killed, the wolf who was leading the herd thrusts into the anterm with a sad squeal.

If anyone here knew anything about animals, they would have understood that the wolf that was killed was a female wolf, and that its belly was home to a wolf child who was leading the herd.

Yes, the wolf who was leading the herd was angry that he had killed his wife and son.

If this is a human being, if you're going to be so angry, don't bring pregnant women to where they should be on the battlefield, that's what you'd say.

But the wolves needed a little more fighting power in this battle.

That's why the wolves of weight also took part in the battle... and that was the worst form of consequences.

You noticed how such a wolf looked, and Anterm opens his mouth with a grin, like the sound of that chirping comfortably.

"Look, what's up? Come. You're the only one left... out of the way."

The devil's sword is waved with the words, blowing the arrows of the wind that have flown towards me.

Who carried out that attack... it doesn't even have to be thought about.

If this is a monster, we can also imitate things like using magic, but the wolf in front of us is only an animal wolf, not a monster.

Above all, the wind arrows flying in a completely different direction than having wolves now...... that's a blow from places like tree branches.

Most of the moonlight is blocked by the trees, and even the nightly antelm lightly slashes and rips apart a very difficult attack, such as wind arrows, probably because he has enough strength as a Rank A adventurer.

"No way, you didn't expect a fairy to come out. But... come out now, what are you gonna do? If you were coming out, you should have come out sooner."

That's how it was the anterm pointing the spoken word at the fairy... but I guess you judged that a deadly gap.

The last remaining wolf quickly kicks the ground and fills the distance from the anterm.

My own wife and son...... and from the anger caused by the killing of my flock mates, the speed of kicking and running on the ground is obviously faster than the other wolves.

That's what it would have been possible to easily hurt even a monster if their opponent was a normal prey...... no.

But that was only a story if the opponent was normal, rank A adventurer anterms are not such as to fit into the category of normal.

"It's late. It makes a stretch."

With such a word, I amputate the neck of the wolf that came under attack at the rate of sickness.

"Become!?

But it was Anterm who raised his surprise shortly afterwards.

Indeed, my blow severed my neck.

It was also severed by a blow directly from the side.

Nevertheless, its neck was unnaturally reoriented in the air with amputated momentum, damaging it with fangs on Anterm's cheek.

The wolf scratched me earlier, but the wound was deeper than it was then.

Naturally, it was humiliating to Anterm that he suffered such a wound.

"This... beast flavor!

The head of a wolf rolled to the ground, stomped to bitter confusion.

Such an imitation would, naturally, scatter all sorts of things around him, such as flesh pieces, bone pieces, brains, body fluids, etc., but otherwise Anterm was unlikely to be able to forgive the wolf for hurting himself.

So again, Anterm's body was dirty, but he didn't care about him.

In a frustrating mix, the wolf thinks it's the fairy next time it's cleaned up... stops that move accidentally and looks up.

By the branches of the trees, the night sky is almost invisible.

But still, Anterm felt an unexpected presence approaching this way.

And... its presence reveals itself as it breaks the branches of the trees.

"Ho."

Looking at the person who showed up, Anterm's mouth has a full laugh or float.

Naturally. Because this is how the person I was after showed up in front of me from the other side.

And... Ray, who shows up, goes down from Seto's back and looks around.

the sight of wolf blood and corpses rolling all over it.

"... you don't have to ask who did this?

"Oh, you don't. The wolf's body rolling around there is the one I handled. Totally, I get this look because the beast flair tries to defy me."

"For that matter, it looks like you've been hurt two times in the face by that beast flair?

He was an anterm with provocative words to see Ray's anger-filled face, but from that ray comes words that disparage Ning Lo anterm.

Anterm stares at such a ray with frustration.

"You... are you ready to talk to me like that?

"Oh, no problem. We didn't even fight for the possibility of damage in places like the aristocracy, but we don't have to worry so much about the damage here."

Ray didn't fight in the aristocracy because there was Nielsen in the dragon robe... and decided that he wouldn't even have to bother to put it in his mouth.

Neither is that Nielsen in the dragon robe now.

I'm already off the ray, confused by the way I came down on the ground.

Thanks to that, Ray can fight without worrying about Nielsen.

"Let me hear one thing before you die. You... you know there's a fairy here?

I knew it.

Hearing Anterm say it, Ray thinks so.

With information from Nielsen, it was predictable that Anterm would have noticed the fairy's presence.

It is a form in which the word now proves it was true.

It was what I expected, but it was Ray's honest thought that I would have liked it off if I could.

"Well... even if you find out about the fairy, it doesn't make more sense than dying here"

"You think you can kill me? You really think that? If you're going to die, you can be convinced."

I guess because I'm confident in my strength, Anterm can say so strong a word toward Ray.

Can't you sense Ray's strength even in relative terms this way, or are you judging that you can win after sensing Ray's strength?

Ray didn't even know what was going on around there, but nevertheless decides that it is probably the latter, more than a powerful man named Rank A Adventurer.

"Right. I think we can kill him.... If you're strong enough to fight each other with Rank S Adventurers, maybe you'll survive."

"... Rank S, you say?

"That's right. I've fought rank S adventurers, immovable noise. As much as we talk about the civil unrest in the Bestian Empire, don't you know that even you seem to be oblivious to information?

Ray's words are never right, although they are not lies.

It is true that Ray fought immovable noise.

However, when he fought at the martial arts tournament, by the rules, there was a relationship where he could not fight with Seto or imitate him using powerful magic, and Ray lost.

And Ray spoke of the fight against noise in the civil unrest in the Bestian Empire.

This Ray also fought to the fullest of his power, and at first glance...... that's what it would have seemed like Ray had fought Noise and each other if he tried to be the one who watched that fight.

But Ray didn't think Noise was really fighting for it.

That's why he even seemed to be fighting the way he dated Ray.

... while I was there, I guess it shows how out of common sense the battle between Ray and Noise was because it was a battle worthy of calling it a death fight from the perspective of others.

To be honest, Ray had the perception of his loss in that battle as well... but hides it and opens his mouth with a death-size and dusk spear.

"Rank S adventurer, this power that fought immovable noise... call me if you think you can win"