The time when the date is already beginning to change. Bornter's mansion in the corner of the aristocratic district is about to reach the climax of the uproar.
　Corde and Minas were literally blown from the reception room to the garden. Ray and Sett were facing each other as if they were facing each other.

"...you are..."

　Ray screams in front of the two confronting each other.
　Whether it was Corde or Minas, the robe which had been covering him was not intact at the blow which destroyed the wall, and the contents were seen in several places.
　Or, like Ray's Dragon Robes, magic items would have been different, but Cordo and Minas robes were really just robes to keep them out of the public eye.
　Why such a robe was necessary was evident from the appearance of the robe.
　Corde had a crustacean skin, like a crab or something. In its shelled face, the eyes are not the eyes of crabs and shrimp, but of humans, which makes me even more disgusted. Minas can still be said to be closer to human beings than to such a cordo. However, his face was still deformed. There were four tactile objects growing from his forehead, and his ears grew to about 30 cm in size. Nevertheless, unlike Corde's, her appearance leaves a good impression of a human woman.
　Of course, he was so dehumanized that if he met Minas at night, he would fall into a state of depression, but he was still better than Cordo, whose whole face was covered with crustacean shells.

"...a monster or a subhuman? ...no, I see."

　Ray frowns slightly at the sight of their appearance, but eventually predicts what the two in front of him are.

(Elena said that the Vestian Empire simplified the succession ceremony. in other words, are they?)

　Ray observes Corde and Minas, muttering inwardly.
　Compared to Elena, who officially performed the ritual at the altar of succession, the presence before her seems to have ceased to be human.
　At best, it's a child of human beings and monsters.

"Why? Were you afraid of us?"

　Corde opens his mouth and asks in an emotionless, flat voice.

(I can't believe I can speak human language fluently even though I've quit so much.)

　While thinking like that inside, she shook her hand at the death size and smiled at the same time.

"No way. I was just surprised that the contents of the robe were unexpectedly human.""Are we human?"
"Oh, I thought you looked more spooky."
"Have you ever seen any other beastly soldier?"

　Rei frowns inwardly at Corde, who tells her in bewilderment.

(The term "magic animal soldier" is probably the name of those who received a simple succession ceremony. but, in my opinion, it is fair to say that the demon soldiers are of some strength.)

"Well, I don't know. If I were to see any other beastly soldier than you, what would you do to hear?"
"...what? What does that mean?"
"It's a bit dull. Is that because you became a demon soldier? You're saying there's no point in hearing me or Seto."
"I'm disappointed. We're just human beings behind you as demons? Even if you have a rank A monster Gryphon, it's just monsters after all. the power of monsters and human wisdom They are not enemies of us, the demon soldiers, combined with those two things."

　Minas, displeased by Ray's words, was still wary of Gryphon, who was superior to them. Every time Seto shakes lightly, he's looking and reacting.

"Seto, I left Minas to you. If possible, please keep it alive and incapacitate me because I want to pull out the information or hand over the real thing of a demon soldier to Larkus. ...but only if I could. I don't mind killing you if you risk it. There is no more post-gera in terms of sources."
"Grull".

　A little deep‐lipped voice to Ray's words. Corde glances emotionally at the exchange, and Minas frowns uncomfortably.

"You seem to underestimate the very existence of the Mystery," Well, I and Corde will break that unfounded confidence."As soon as he muttered, he threw off his robe. Coming out from under it is a scaly figure all over the body like a lizard. Her whole body was covered with scales, but her breasts and waist were as much left as her face. That's why two purple tentacles growing from each shoulder stimulate the viewer's physiological aversion.

"Is battle inevitable?" It's no use crying over spilt milk."

　Mumble the cord and throw off the robe. What appeared there was a mixture of crabs and humans, unlike Minas, who were covered with scales but still shaped like human beings. The arms are strong scissors reminiscent of crabs and crayfish, with three purple tentacles growing from the sides, similar to those growing from Minas' shoulders. The lower half of the body, like squid and octopus, had nearly twenty tentacles and feet with suckers, each of which was wriggling.
　Ray frowns at the unexpected deformed figure.
　The ritual of succession that Ray himself saw was done by Elena using the magical stones of the Ensent Dragon, and the appearance of Elena, who had finished the ritual, if not completely safe, was unchanged from before the ceremony.

(It is said that the ceremony of succession was simplified, but as far as it is concerned, it is almost something else.)

　Ley muttering to himself and holding up his death size. Next to it is Seto, who is about to leap into the minas.

"I'm afraid we'll have a lot to do tomorrow. I'll finish it quickly."
"Today is the end of his life." You don't have to worry about tomorrow."

　Corde responds with a flat, emotionless voice to the provocative words released from Ray's mouth as if he were superior.

"Grull".
"Come on, cat," Even if you say it's a Rank A monster, it's a monster after all. a man's wisdom and monster's ability It was about 20 years earlier to deal with us demon soldiers who got these two."

　Minas beckoning with their scaly hands to the groaning set with fighting spirit.
　And...

"Huh!"

　First of all, as if it were the first blow, Ray kicks the ground, reduces the distance from Corde, and swings his death size down from the shoulder.

「……」

　The moment you look at Ray approaching you and see his death-size being swung down, Cordo moves back with countless legs growing on his lower body. But..."Hit!"

　A blow that returns a blade that has been shaken down, invokes the skill of jumping and cutting, and is flown away. The blow was so surprising that he paused for a moment, and as a result he thrusts his scissors forward, judging it impossible to avoid.
　Shhhhhatch!
　It's not the shell, it's the sound of metal, it's the sound around me...

"That's too bad,"

　Whispering in a flat voice, Corde releases his hands from the attack.

"I see, the scissors are rather sturdy. However, if it is impossible to do so, there are still many ways to do it. Did you call me a demon soldier? It's a good match for training to deal with people like you."
"…your overconfidence will destroy you." Well, here's the end of my life. You can use it as you like."

(In Ver, that purple tentacles kept off the attack. It looks like the tentacles of that time....well, there's a difference between holding it in your hand like a magic item and growing directly from your body... it didn't prevent you from jumping, or not preventing you...)

"Huh!"

　Ray throws the knife out of the mistling and then cuts the distance with the cordo again.

"Something meaningless,"

　mutter, use tentacles growing from the sides to strike a knife at his torso. But up to that point it was Ray's predictable behavior. And as long as it was as expected, the next action had already been completed.

"Hit!"

　Death size, aimed at the moment the knife is shot, is swung down again. Then a sword attack was fired from there...
　Cut it!
　The tentacles, which had just been shot, could not prevent Ray from shooting, and three of the tentacles growing from Cordo's left flank were cut off in unison.

"By the way, eat this, too!"

　the death size of the word Seeing the movement, Corde distorts his face slightly but with the pain of his tentacles being cut off. After all, the crust that covers my arm is extremely strong. From the experience of battle, swords, spears, or bows. At the end of the day, not a single injury was inflicted on the victims of axes and hammers, but more often than not, weapons were more destroyed.(This Ray is definitely a magic item.) That would prevent us from destroying our weapons. but it is very unlikely that my shell will be destroyed.)

　Although it was Corde who made the decision, Ray's aim was not from the beginning to the top of his body, which was covered in a solid shell.
　It was already late when I realized it. The death size that had supposed to have been shaken had disappeared from Corde's view, and the next moment nearly half of the tentacles growing from his lower body had been cut off.

"What!"

　I lost most of my lower tentacles. Instinctively, Cordo uses his remaining tentacles to kick the ground wide and retreat backward.

(Stupid. Put your lower tentacles so easily.)

　I've fought many times as a demon, but I've never had my lower tentacles amputated so much at once.
　Of course, there were some who found themselves unable to stand on their shells in previous battles, and others who sought the tentacles of the lower half of the body, which looked soft at first glance. However, it looks like it can be cut easily, but because it is protected by a liquid that can be called a protective mucus that is secreted, ordinary cutlery should not be able to demonstrate its cutting power. Nevertheless, it was an unexpected development for Cordo to have his tentacles cut off so easily.

"If you can cut it with a death-size blade without magic, it seems that the tentacles are not better at defending than the tentacles of the upper body."

　A ray that swings a death-size sharply and mutters the sticky liquid on the blade to the ground.

「……」

　For Corde, the words amounted to death. Because it means that Ray, who is hostile to him, will be even more aggressive than he is now.

"Well, I have confirmed the hardness of the shell. I also learned a good deal about the torso and lower tentacles. Do you have any other means of attack? If you don't have one, I'd like to put an end to this battle."
"...don't let me lick the existence of a demon soldier."

　In reply to Ray's words, it's Ray's turn to open his eyes next, not Corde. After about 10 seconds, a new tentacle sprang up from the wound on the tentacles that I had just slashed away.

"I see. Do you have the ability to play?"

　Ray frowns inwardly while muttering.

a crab‐like crustacean three tentacles from the sides And the lower part of the body is tentacles like squid or octopus's feet. ...what monster's magic stone was used to perform the succession ceremony? As far as I know, no monster has this characteristic. Then, you simply used the monster's magic stone that I don't know... or)Ray observes the cord with a death size.

(As for the purple tentacles growing out of the sides, it's probably a place where they're embedded afterwards, given that Ver used similar magic items. Then, crab‐like crustaceans and squid‐like or octopus‐like tentacles. The common denominator is marine life. ... well, that's all right. It is not me, but the subordinate of the Count of Larkes to look into the matter.)

"I was surprised at its ability to regenerate, but only its lower tentacles regenerate. ...is it not?"

　The question was a kind of Bluff. However, it's not quite the case. Because the tentacles of the lower half of the body and the crust of the upper half of the body looked plainly different. It was just a simple question, but Cordo twitched his expression a little. And that alone was a good answer for Ray.

"I think you're right. There's nothing I can do about it!"

　Sweeping away sharply, Ray kicks the ground to shorten his distance from Cordo.