"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

　The man was running frantically in the darkening city.A leather armour made of monster skin holds an iron halbard in its hand to prevent movement.But contrary to the adventurous and courageous equipment, there are many cuts on the parts that are not covered with leather armour, from which blood flows.It wouldn't have been a problem if he had rested with a wound that wasn't so deep as it should have been... the man running around the city was far from that, and the blood was continuing to flow from the wound because he had been exercising hard without treating it.

"Bornter bastard! How much shall we do?"

　Rank B adventurer Gala pigeon, who is a respected adventurer.At the request of a seriously injured Gala dove, Multo was acting on his instructions.in order to protect Bornter, Gala pigeon's half-brother.
　However, his act of "protecting" led to the downfall of Bornter's authority, and he was running around the darkened city injured all over by private soldiers sent by Bornter.
　Even though it's getting dark, it's still the city of Gilmoo.There are some people on the road, if not as many as during the day.But instead of asking such passers-by for help, Mult continued to run towards his destination with all his might.After all, it was Bornter's private army that was chasing him.Even the highest adventurer, C-rated would be a good place.Still, the number of people was large, and at the same time the Gara pigeon had asked him to keep it as secret as possible, and he was heading to his destination without asking for help.
　The information you get from your fellow adventurers.I went down to the person who triggered this uproar.
　It was contradictory to ask for help from a person who was supposed to act to protect him.In fact, Gara pigeons have urged him not to get involved with Ray.But still...

(The only way to protect Mr. Gara pigeon is to use his help! ... I'm sorry, Mr. Gara pigeon.It might be the development that Gala pigeon doesn't want to be the most.But I can't agree with the fact that Mr. Gala pigeon is dead and the Bornter survives.)

　Murt was running around the city muttering inwardly, but he immediately walked diagonally forward when he heard a flying sound that cut through the sky.In the next moment, something penetrates the space in which Murt was in front of him and sticks to the ground.

"d*mn it! You've even sent in the archers... are you mad in the streets!"

　He looked at the arrow that pierced the ground for a moment, threw it away, and started running again.
　After that, several arrows hit again as if following, but thanks to a lightweight device called leather armor, most of them were successfully avoided....yes, almost.

"Slip!"

　Spitting on the ground and running again, saying that it is too late to pull out the arrow stuck in the left shoulder through leather armor.
　If it were on the main street, the enemy would not have used Yumiya because there were many people passing by at night.However, what Murt is now located on is what we call a back street, and even during the day, there are very few people passing by and large.He has passed a few of them, but most of them leave quickly when they see that Multo is injured and in the middle of a trouble.I don't mean to blame it.If I were in a similar position, I would probably act the same way.But...

"d*mn it, almost..."

　Multo's direction.Two figures appear as if blocking the back street surrounded by nighttime darkness.The figure, one with a sword and one with an axe, was waiting for Mult.

"Well, I suppose it's still good that the arrow was shot on my left shoulder!"

　He threw it away, holding the halberd in his right hand, and shortened the distance from the figure blocking the road.
　Harbard held it in his right hand, and his left hand was used to assist him in his movements, so he did not have to worry about it when he was shot in the left shoulder by an arrow.And...

"Get out of the way, you bastards!"

　Harbard swung wildly as soon as he got in time.The distance between weapons, which is the advantage of weapons such as the fusion of axes and spears.It was a big blow by taking advantage of it.Multo is now located on a narrow back street compared to the main street.It is impossible to avoid such a wide blow...

"Wow!"
"Phew!"

　The adventurer with the sword is destroyed in the middle of the blade by a blow from Harbard and is forced to play the sword itself.The blow weakened Harbard, and another adventurer struck him with his axe.
　Harbard and the axe, the two collide and spark in the darkness of the night.

"Oops!"

　But Mult, despite Harbard's blow, takes his hand off Harbard, his weapon, and gives the adventurer a full swing."Gosh!"
"Oops!"

　The man with the axe who screamed at the blow.At the end of the blow was a man with a sword, and the impact of the collision caused both of them to crumble to the ground.Mult looks at them for a moment, makes sure they don't move, picks up Harbard, who was lying on the ground, and runs again.
　Whoosh!
　and the sound of Murt cutting through the night air again as he began to run.

"Oh, that's a very friendly thing to be employed by Bornter said.

　Murt runs erratically along narrow streets so that he can't aim.
　It may have been because several people were gathered together at night, so they refrained from protecting themselves with bows, but since the danger of accidental shooting was eliminated, they were able to shoot arrows again without hesitation.

(d*mn it, he's almost there... or I'll take my pursuers with me.)

　muttered impatiently and inwardly, and suddenly came to mind.

(Considering his strength, there should be no problem with this pursuer.It's more helpful in terms of military strength.Then...)

　In a way, it means pushing his pursuers, but Murt thinks it's inevitable considering his situation and runs on the back road.And I can see the target building...

"That's it!"

　Just as if he could not go any further, he kicked the roof and three figures jumped down.

"Oh, a thief.
"That's right, this back road is certainly complicated, and it's perfect for running around.if it weren't for the likes of course.

　Some hold daggers and daggers, and some hold daggers.With his lightness and appearance, Murt understands that all the people in front of him are thieves.
　The occupation of robbers is rare, but the Azot trade in arms in the city of Gillum has three robbers under its control.
　Multo, as you can see from the robbers' smiles on their mouths, was originally stuck at this point.
　...yes, as it should have been.
　The robbers have only one miscalculation.But that single miscalculation was an infinitely large miscalculation.That's...

"Rolling".

　A monster with a groaning appearance; a monster with an eagle upper body on the lower body of a lion; a monster that is originally rarely seen in the remote town of Gilm; that is to say.

"Gu, Gryphon!"

　Among the robbers, the one holding the dagger throws the dagger with a scream.Yes, the encounter of the worst of all I could imagine caused me to panic and throw at my dagger, which I had held almost reflexively.
　Because it was a reflexively thrown blow, the movement was performed as it was learned in the training.The dagger, released as if to cut through a dark night, was dyed black and could not have been used at night.

"Grunt!"

　But that's just dealing with people.For Seto, a Rank A monster, it was just a blow that could be played with just his claws nailed sideways.

"Oh, Gryphon!? I mean, there's an adventurer in this neighborhood called Ray. Be careful!"

　I guess he's a leader.A thief with a long sword makes his face tense.The thief, who was carrying the dagger, managed to get out of the confusion and took out a new jet-black dagger from his pocket.A new figure that appears with a jingling sound.The figure, who appeared on the opposite side of the bandits, held an arrow-barrel in his back and a bow in his hand.He was a sniper who had been aiming at Murt for some time.

"Oh, you got caught in it said.

　Even though he threw it away, his eyes were never filled with despair.for behind the robbers a set of Gryphons appeared, groaning hostilely at those who attacked him.and, above all, the building which Murt was aiming for, the workshop of a blacksmith called Pamidor, which was very close to Sett.

(The question is... whether the Gryphon, who was called Seto, recognizes me as his enemy,You've met me before. You remember, right? No, I'm sure you'll remember.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I hope you remember...)

　Although Murt uttered a weak voice in his heart for a moment, he gradually felt the impatience that had been born in him disappear.
　Right. I'm sure it'll be all right without any basis.That's what I thought.
　I don't know if it was because I was cornered or because I was convinced that for some reason I could get through here.But Murt took a step forward on that basis.
　One, two, three steps... Slowly stepped out like a runaway, the foot gets on speed, and then the walk changes from walking to walking fast to running fast.

"Come on, don't let him go!"

　Following the voice of the bandit leader, the man behind Multo took up his bow and arrow and set his sights...

`Did you think you hadn't thought of that much?'

　Murt, who realizes he is being targeted by the sound of pulling a bow and creaking, intentionally changes his course to the men of the bandits.Yes, if an arrow fired from behind does not hit Murt, it may be fired at the robbers.
　Here he would have shot an arrow without hesitation if he had been a Rank B or Rank A adventurer.If you don't have that much ability, you won't be a high-ranking adventurer like A or B.On the other hand, you have to think about the possibility that you might miss your aim if you're not such a high-profile adventurer.
　and the highest-ranked adventurer employed by the Azot Chamber is Galahat, the only one whom Murt adores as an elder brother.

(When I was fighting against other adventurers, he did not fire an arrow for fear of killing each other.I mean...)

　Murt bet on such uncertainties as his adventurer's pride, good intentions, and decency, but in this case he fell into it beautifully.The arrow from behind did not fly as expected.
　The man who was the leader of the bandits must have noticed this.Putting a long sword at Murt, who is coming towards us... the next moment, without warning, it blows right beside us.

"d*mn it!"

　The sound of clacking raw meat against the wall echoes around him, and the leader who made the sound moaned and passed out.That would have been a blessing in a way.for his right arm was broken by the impact of the wall, and so were his hip and ribs.If he had been conscious in that state, he would have been suffering from hell.

"Rolling".

　and it was Sett, of course, the most powerful of the people in the room, who did it.
　He delivered a blow that blew the man sideways, and his eyes, which was usually described as round, turned sharply to his surroundings.

(Well, if you could get through that gap!)

　Running towards Seto, Murto puts more effort into his legs to get through the gap created by the man with the long sword being blown away.
　Running through the place where the long-sworded man had been, that was to say, running close to Sett... had already decided upon his mind.

"I left the rest to you!"

　he cried, thrusting himself among the robbers, and passed by him... and, having remembered Murto, he overlooked him without doing anything in particular, and kept his keen gaze on the robbers and the archers in check.
　Murt, cheering in his heart at the scene, jumps into his destination, the workshop.

"Hey, are you here!"

　with a cry.