Vermillion

Rain.

A blue sky with a gray cloud.

And the wind blowing through the plain scatters the grass leaf dew.

Vale of sparkling droplets...

And a shadow that breaks through it vigorously.

Sasquatch.

The wet ground is nothing.

He springs up the mud and runs like a lightning bolt.

Kay narrowed his eyes and stared at the distant caravan. A rocking ride in the shake, sasquatch muscle movement coming through the saddle. The sound of the echoing hooves, the roaring wind in my ear at the end of the day, and the still neglectful rain hits the cloak of my skin, I can play it. Water droplets on my face even run dull pain, but now I can't afford to worry about that.

However, the left hand "Dragon Scale Throughout (Dragon Stinger)" was tightly squeezed so as to rinse.

Enemy attack! Enemy attack!

Piotr running and walking through a chestnut-haired horse screams in a voice that is not clear. I didn't know what it meant because it was the phrase "People of the Snowfield (Roski)," but Kai the boulder also knows that it is something that calls for maximum vigilance. Persecuted air transmitted in a frightening way, rushing colors.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

The voice of (when).

I looked back.

Far rear, a bunch of impending horse thieves. Even modestly quoted, the number exceeds fifty horsemen. A grassland people crossing a brown furry horse resembling Kay's ride (Sasquatch) and carrying a well-rounded, small composite bow.

Kay's exceptional vision captured their faces.

A black tattoo on the face, indicating the birth of a meadow. You haven't even gotten a satisfactory meal, skinny cheeks by the time you're pathological. But I can't even feel the dust in the weak atmosphere. A mouth colored by a vicious grin, an unparalleled hatred and killing intent, eyes that shimmer like ghosts.

That's what they come after as one.

The sounds of earringing hooves, the roaring shouts of men, they are slapped into Kay's ears with a violent sense of reality.

My spine trembled. This is the first time in real life or in the virtual (game) world of [DEMONDAL] that we have ever been able to relate to so many 'enemies' at once. At least this size, what is a group that enables combat that was an organization.

Kash, make a plundering noise with Kahyun, and a few arrows that fly sporadically. Many of them only stand vainly in the earth around them, without capturing the Kays. But from time to time, there were some precise shootings that tried to shoot this one through the back, and Kay shook a "dragon scale through" each time to pay off the arrows in the air. My distance is roughly 100 meters, and in view of the blowing wind, I'd say that's quite the skill of a horse thief archer.

The problem is there are dozens of archers in that arm.

The wind swirls.

Ha, ha, and a rough breath of sasquatch sounds somewhat vivid.

Return your gaze forward. The caravan was slowly approaching. I see escort warriors and merchants rushing to prepare for interception. They seem to be trying to protect the horse by placing tree shields and collisions around the carriage, but to be honest, I doubt how effective it would be.

As far as we can tell, horse thieves are not robbing hostages or goods, but 'exterminating' the caravan itself. Then they should kill the horses first and come sharpen their mobility. The collisions and shields have not hidden the horses, and with some bow skill it is not difficult to target the horses. In addition, unlike at night when a circular defensive formation was formed, the caravan's lane stretches a long way down the road. If you take on a highly mobile bow cavalry, you will be shot all you want from all directions.

That's the word that comes through my brain.

(It doesn't taste good to run into him like this!

Between the caravan and the horse thief, a sense of impatience is solicited in Kay's chest as he measures the distance between the two, which is shrinking. The escorts of the caravan - I don't take the warriors of the people of the snowfields lightly, but the difference between this number and mobility is too bad.

It's fast.

The 'performance' of a horse thief's horse was more than I could have imagined.

They were horse thieves with some unhealthy and nasty feelings, but their horses are in very good condition. Or do you prioritize horse feed over your own food - the brown bristles are bright and the footsteps are light and lively.

Now the horse thieves were twitching and distancing themselves against the horse of Piotr, who was walking at all costs. Piotr's driving horse seems to be a point-blank stallion in the caravan, but still has a poor speed. This means that there are no horses within the caravan that can counter horse thieves.

The guard warrior just struck out in a general outing, he can't catch up and can't shake it off. Horse thieves specialize in ranged warfare, and turn to defense to say whether they are disadvantaged in terms of numbers or not, but only become jilli poor.

- What to do.

No, I don't even have to think about it.

(I'll have to do something about it, or...!

In the hand that grips the "dragon scale through", there is strength.

Too many opponents. Then you can sharpen it. Terribly simple logic. And only Kay, perhaps within the caravan, can realistically accomplish that.

I know.

I know.

Now that I'm going to do everything I can to pull and flip Sasquatch's reins, it turns out I need more courage than I thought.

Anyway, there's a lot of enemies. If we had five opponents, we wouldn't have hesitated. Even the ten of us could afford it. Twenty people are a little tricky, but that's all.

But fifty rides.

On boulders, many.

That was a matter of probability. If the arrows are fired simultaneously, how many of them will fly over here with precise aim? Avoid it. Knock it off, there's a limit. If the majority of the arrows are lucky enough to be flushed by the wind, this one belongs to them, but they are the owners of the arms who release the arrows with a certain degree of accuracy at the current distance. 'Sweet' is probably unacceptable.

Magic - With the power of Kay's contract "Maiden of the Wind" and "Sieve," it is also possible to jump arrows. But Kay can exercise it probably only twice more.

When the arrows were prevented by magic earlier, the talisman wore the sasquatch forehead at the price. Talisman is a very powerful exorcism, crafted with magic in mind. It can therefore be a useful catalyst - if you return the back, the procedure exercised by Kay will be so fuel-efficient. The Talisman that leaves behind is only one more thing Kay lowers to his chest. If you run out of it, if you give all the gems (emeralds) in your hand and Kay's own magic, you will unfortunately activate the wind junction.

But that stops it.

Given the recoil of magic - tremendous nausea and fatigue - it is also uncertain whether the battle is sustainable after the second exercise.

It is a big deal to think twice that a normal person can't help but raise the risk of life. Whether or not you think about it only twice is a difference of mind.

Twice, or while there is only one 'trump card', what (...) and (...) the enemy.

That is, kill.

On the horse, Kay's breath gets rough. Is that what you are going to do? It's been a long time since I've had people in my hands. It was only a few days after Kai was transferred to the 'here' world that he was buried in an understandable way, on the road from the village of Taaf to the city of Satina, that he had done so with the robbery of the people of the meadows. After that, he used the bow even in various troubles, so there may be others who died because of Kai's arrow.

Either way, the facts remain the same. Kay has had people in his hands, and that's what he's about to visit again, today.

- Something gloomy, something black fills my chest.

But let's do it.

Kay let go of the reins and tried to extend his right hand to the arrow barrel, then.

Wow, the voice sounds even more from the right hand side.

If you look like you've been bounced, dozens of horseback rides were jumping out of the wooden toward the caravan, located on your right hand side.

Blood draws from Kay's face. Running brown horseback riding, they are definitely the people of the meadows.

Separate teams.

That, too, is about the same number.

Fifty rides in the rear and more on the right hand side as well.

Total, hundred rides.

'You're lying...... fuck you!

Beside Kay, Piotr makes him groan and poison him. The members of the caravan will also receive no more than one hundred. But more than half of them are merchants and their apprentices. Hardly, the equipment may be superior to that of the horse thieves, but how much reliance can be placed on the weapons worn by each person in front of the rain of the arrows.

The caravan is on the verge of now. There is still a distance, but if you are a horse on a hike (gallop), there is enough clearance to rush through in an instant.

Half unconscious.

As he pursued, Kay's wandering gaze captured one girl.

As much as the caravan, the blonde girl caught sight of this one from the carriage carriage carriage in front of her, blue-faced.

- Eileen.

I don't love Kay, there's only one important person in this world.

Their gaze intersects.

From her, I don't know if I saw this one well.

But still.

End of sight.

The girl with her lips tied, nodded small.

From the sheath on his back, he pulled out Shirahara and Sabel.

The silver blade shines brightly in the sun.

The moment you see it.

The moment I saw Irene's, if not Rin's, sad expression in my eyes - inside Kay's chest, something rather hot overflowed.

And it immediately replaces it with something cold like ice.

- What am I here for?

"…… Yes."

- It wasn't for her, was it?

The shaking heart has been set by the horror.

Kay smiled dry as he drew, suddenly making it fierce and putting his hand on the face cloth on his neck.

"Piotr! Go first!

Pull Sasquatch's reins and swirl rapidly. Looking back at Kay's voice, Piotr peeled Kay's eyes as she quickly moved away.

"Kay! What are you doing!

"I'll buy you some time!

"Buh... stupid! Stop it! It's impotent, Kay!

Comparing Kay with the horse thief in the rear, Piotr screams like a scream. But I don't seem to feel like inverting myself to a boulder and bringing Kay back.

"Kay! Go back! Ke- Yikes!

Still reaching over here to Piotr screaming.

Kay laughed.

And pull up the face cloth. Turn forward. The head protected by the leather helmet of the "Forest Lizard (Green Salamandel)", the lower half of the face is covered with a white cloth and exposed only to the eyes.

At the end of the face cloth, a hand-sewn red flower pattern dances.

further pivot.

Look forward.

Eventually, black eyes like night - caught fifty horseback rides on the goer.

It's like I left everything behind with a smile directed at Piotr.

Something warm was falling out of my dry heart.

Instead, all we have together are exaltations that cut us off and chilled thoughts.

Sasquatch, who came here and gained even more momentum, rushes to the fierce.

The axis was perfectly laid down for a group of horse thieves.

On the contrary, the horse thief was the one who got stuck.

"……… a one-horse race!

Like a mockery, so impressed, the man who runs the lead laughed. Suddenly, he was confronted with an inversion, but judging himself to be a time buyer for abandonment, he laughed with his nose or did not look at himself, honoring the savage courage of one warrior.

"- That intent or goodness!

To the voice of the noble man, the surrounding raiders also leak a sneaky laugh. Only the man who leads the way, as the people around him continue to lead the way with arrows in the bow, pulled out the knife of the hips.

A ride that plunges directly from the front for a lot of passivity but still only a small amount of time to buy.

As a reckless warrior, I felt I should pay tribute to his courage.

I don't expect my opponent to respond with a sword just like me. Where I have been using the bow, I felt confident that I would cut the arrow even at this distance.

"Come on, come on - heh!

The head of a horse thief, a man with a song knife to raise his roar.

In contrast, Kay is quiet. You can even call it cold.

It's just - it's like an improvised pianist who gets lost in his next song, often his right hand wandering over an arrow barrel provided in a saddle.

It's just for a moment. Eventually, Kay pulled out a single arrow.

Long, thick and sharp, with blue arrow feathers - take that.

Though he was a man who regarded Kay as a warrior, reckless.

For one thing, I made a definitive mistake.

Right now, at least on this occasion.

- Kay is a hunter.

Connect the arrows.

Squeeze.

The vermilion bow becomes a ripple.

I glittered demonically in the sun.

Ka! And like cracking Tang Bamboo, there's a tall sound.

Silver, light.

The wind, roaring.

One of the leading riders exploded (...) and (...).

"Ohh!

The man with the curved knife, on its chest, a piercing silver light. I don't forgive the reaction or anything. After the sound sounded, the result just followed. Even the "Grandurus" slaughtered an arrow with a single blow, striking it directly in front of the person. It didn't help as much as leather armor and other wet paper.

The sternum splashes in one blow, causing the chest to burst medially so that it is caught in a groping arrow. No body leaned back on too much power, the man who completely submerged his chest scattered his organs and spinal cord from his back and died spectacularly.

But still, merciless arrows don't stop.

Can "dragon scale through" be satisfied when only one person has given his or her life? Shoot through the horse's head behind him and eat through the rider as well.

While dyeing the arrow feathers red in the blood splash, still, the arrows push straight ahead. He chopped off the third neck, made a wind hole in the fourth torso, and finally stood on the fifth chest and blew it off the horse - finally stopping there (...) and (...).

――――

Absolute sentence.

Just one arrow.

At the end of it.

There was a hole in the formation of horseback riding.

It's as if I've been swept away by an invisible dragon's claw.

Or keep your mouth open to the roaring shape, or just before you lead an arrow to the bow and try to squeeze it.

Everyone looked back, trying to drop off the bloody wind, just stiff.

That, for a moment.

A deadly moment.

Kay was newly connected to the next arrow.

Ka! and the creepy sound echoes at the same time as the horse thieves who hah returned to me look like silver light again.

A blood-colored storm blows through.

Together, the horses blew seven lives, by the way.

"Spread out!

"Shoot him!"

The horse thieves, whose instructions flew in haste and were as dense as a flock of fish, opens the spacing between horseback riders. This was why Kay stormed directly from the front. Because it was densely packed with elongated fish scales, shooting in from the front was most effective if you were to use a penetrating 'long arrow'.

From the scattered horse thieves, an interception arrow that can be fired upon. They were fuzzy, aimless, and powerless, as if they reflected the shooter's mood. Still, without difficulty, the arrow, which was relatively precise in its aim, Kay looks to the target ahead again.

Well, the black eyes would have shown a sawdust against the 'target' -

The relative distance between the two sides, running at full capacity, was about to reach zero.

Close range where even the wrinkles between each other's eyebrows are likely to count. Running his gaze against the face of the horse thief who caught his face, Kay quickly pulled the arrow out of the arrow barrel, releasing a continuous compact projectile.

Compact, compared to earlier. Too powerful to take people's lives away. Then the aim was precise enough to pass through the hole in the needle, and as many arrows as were released, the pompous and meat chunks rolled off the horse.

And without a glance at it, Kay can circle his horse's head to the left at once.

At the same time, I will not forget to replace "dragon scale through" with my right hand.

Sasquatch with Kay rushes through close range, on the right hand side of the horse thief.

"Do it!

"Shoot him!

The anger rises, but the immediate arrow is not released. From what Kay saw, many of the horse thieves were right-handed, with arrows in their right hands and bows in their left. Therefore, in the horse bow, the right hand side has a limited angle of shot, which results in a blind spot. And one of the few left-handed archers was Kay's 'compact' shooting earlier, most of which was deadly.

Those who realize that a left-handed archer is being hit rush to take a bow in their right hand and release an arrow. but there was no blowing wind, unfamiliar shooting on the right hand side, and still uncooleable agitation, just in case the target could be hit.

As if flying arrows in the wrong direction, Kay slowly shoots the horse thief. Speaking of bows, Kay was both handy. Although the accuracy decreases slightly compared to shooting at the target, it is only an error that does not appear to be at this distance.

If you notice, horse thieves are down to less than thirty rides. Kay kept running straight without slowing down Sasquatch.

"Let him go!

"Chase him!

Unexpected devastation, the angry swallowed men reverse the ride and follow. Partly calmly, some attacked the caravan and put it on the balance, but eventually started tracking it as it was.

The horse was confident. All you have to do is process the troublesome cavalry and then finish off the slow blunt turtle. I had that idea.

However -

"Stupid, fast!

"They're letting me go!

The distance between Gungu and me is widening. Sasquatch fleeing at first sight, fast. Unparalleled earlier.

Unlike when I was side-by-side with Piotr, I'm a sasquatch now. There is no longer a need to pace 'normal horses'. And Sasquatch is a demon by the name of 'Bauser Horse', which originally has a vicious potential. The smell of blood made him expensive again.

Kay is not, of course, blurred when it comes to shaking on its back. In his inverted vision, he was shooting arrows after arrows, trying to fall on his back. The aim is sweetened because of the impossible posture, but one horse, another horse, falls into the soaked earth.

"Damn, you can't catch up!

"One more hit!

"You're behind us! I'll do the caravan first!

At last, the horse thieves, who had been reduced to half, withdrew and flipped Kay's tracking as they clenched their teeth, returning to the caravan.

"…… Surprisingly, we can handle it."

Far away, Kay, left alone and with one head, shrugged like other personnel as he pulled the reins and gave Sasquatch a rest. Gently stroke the neck of Zee, Zee, and Sasquatch, who breathe roughly, for a long time.

Kay was also surprised that he didn't even have to rely on Sieve's sorcery, rather than a single scratch on both the human horses. After all, when I first hit it, I didn't have to eat simultaneous shooting because one of the first horsemen pulled the knife out. Helped by a drunken imitation, should I think? Although I can't forbid the ironic grin that the person who helped him died first.

Under the face cloth, Kay smiled dry. If you look, there's a bunch of dead human horses rolling around. My head was jerking off at the smell of exceptionally dark blood, completely different from hunting for food.

"…… Sorry, Sasquatch, I'm going to need you to try harder."

When Kay said that and slapped him on the neck, Sasquatch snapped his nose just saying, "That's the only way." Chillah, did you look at Kay in a meaningful way by circling his neck as a reminder of the reward after it was over? It was a drain on strength, and Kay thought, let's get some meat and plenty of water up. I tend to forget, Sasquatch is an omnivorous demon.

"All right, go."

When Kay signals with his feet Pong, Sasquatch runs out trying to slip again.

Horse thieves who were ahead, rushing to the merchants, but watching behind them slightly, change their blood phase to the looming figure of Kay to accelerate the horse.

- Something to let you get away with.

Turning that thought into a beastly grin, Kay, who gets drunk on the blood odor, also sets up a bow.

Thus began the pursuit of Reaper.

Let Bauser Hose's performance say things and quickly pack the distance and see relentless lethal arrows on the horse thieves' backs.

"Spread out - yah!

"Don't panic, calm down - guh!

"Swirl and turn back - ahhh!

The horse thieves also manage to resist being an organization, but a merciless arrow mows its life.

The savvy noticed immediately. To be watched by Reapers first by those who raise their voices to bring them all together.

Those who raise their voices without realizing them died, naturally. Even though they realize it, those who attempt to crack down on the status quo are then buried away. The eye-catching, cowardly one who saw it shut his mouth. Those who do not realize and cannot take leadership in the first place cannot be threatened enough from the edge.

As a result, only the people of the Union are left on the spot.

There is no clumping. We can only escape, and then we can't scatter freely. Because he will die first from those who tried to leave the herd. I can only flock like a small fish to spare my life.

And that, - from Kay's point of view, was no longer just a duck punch (duck hunt).

Initially, a group of horse thieves, who had more than fifty rides, perished so easily that Kay was now only driven around by one horse, and became miserable.

And there are those who watch over it with amazement.

"Is he a god......!?

One of them is Ganrif, the middle-aged father of the head of the caravan. Unexpectedly, he also stops his hand in preparing for the interception and looks stunned at Kay's onslaught. But none blamed it on the spot. Sometimes Ganriff is the chief officer, but most importantly, the people around him were also drained of Kay's awesome horseback bow.

Originally, Gainriff didn't trust Kay. My background, my statement of will that I'm not an enemy, even the skill of that bow. Everything from Kay.

When Kay first left Piotr to flip, he was furious that "the traitor tailed out". Because I saw it as a move to join enemy forces.

But why don't you open the lid?

Dead bodies. Exactly that word. I don't know how many times I've rubbed my eyes in this short time on a sight that's too distant.

- Yes, in a short time.

It wasn't long before a pile of bodies was built with Kay's bow. Shortly after Kay moved into a state of combat, he doubted even the enemy's acting and selfies, but he had to change that idea to too many corpses. No one can pretend (...) to separate the torso from the neck (...), no matter how much, there are too many dead people out there to make this one an alarming trap, and I can reasonably determine that there is no need to put up such a trap in the first place.

That's why it was horrible.

Because I had to admit that what was happening in front of me - it was all real.

And it was probably the same with the surrounding faces. Those who have so far been hostile to Kay, even the very few who have been friendly and neutral, including Piotr.

If that bow were directed at itself - it would be instincts as some sort of organism to think so. At the same time, we are learning to relieve ourselves of the current situation, in which a group of horse thieves is being destroyed. The conflicting emotions were expressed in the form of thought-stopping.

But that doesn't last long either.

Because a separate squad of horse thieves, similar to, or more than, the Ganriffs, was approaching right next door. A roar that inspires itself can be heard mixed with the sound of a hoof that is similar to a grunt.

"Captain Ganrif, they're coming!

"...... get into interception position! Stand up if you can use the bow, and let it go in sequence when you're in range! Aim for the horse! Anyone with free hands, line up a shield and a board!

Gainriff skips the instruction as he sets his own bow. The warriors and merchants of the escort stand bows and crossbows, and the apprentices run around with boards and shields in their hands.

And Ganrif's slobbering had reached the middle of the caravan with clarity.

"... Lady, shouldn't you be hiding? I made a gap between the baggage boxes, so if you sneak in here, you'll be able to prevent it."

A Duchy drug dealer, Randall, calls out to Eileen on the carrier as she sets up a circular shield with a tense face.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I'll fight you too."

With Sabel in one hand, but Eileen answered resolutely.

"…… even if you say so, my lady."

I hope you're brave, Randall, but you look indescribable. From his point of view, I guess the poor girl just seems impossible and frightened.

Sometimes she's a woman, but it's always been underestimated because of her appearance more than that. Eileen is also used to it, without even taking a sigh of sigh, just gently wiggling the right hand servel to make it look.

Pip, a sharp sword flash, like a blur on the tip of your arm. It was a shredding and sophisticated slaughter, never swinging at the mercy of power.

"… I see. Wasn't that a decoration?"

Randall also seems to have eyes that can only extrapolate power. I nodded with a strange face to Eileen, who showed off the slaughter without the wind to feel it, and stopped saying anything more anyway.

"You seem like a pretty good lady. I hope so."

"The degree of protection. Protect yourself."

While tapping lightly, Eileen took the throwing knife out of her waist belt with her empty left hand - realizing her hand was trembling. I laugh bitterly, hiding my hands behind my back so I can't see them from Randall.

I also thought Randall might not have been wrong.

But.

Here, I couldn't just hide myself.

If you look far ahead, you can see the cavalry chasing the horse thief around - Kay.

(... Kay, that's all I do)

The people around him seem to be afraid of Kay's martial arts, but from Eileen more than that, his appearance was painful.

I like it, I'm not doing it.

Whatever expression is under the face cloth, whatever you're thinking at this moment, it's just forcing Kay to be a cold killing machine on himself.

Just so you know, it hurts.

So I can't just push this pain on Kay.

The hand holding the sabel is trembling and the clatter is making a noise.

Happy or unhappy not to be overheard by the roar of the horse thief and the sound of his hooves?

"……… I'll do it."

Take a deep breath and whine small so no one can hear you.

Eileen finally caught sight of the impending horse thief.