"... now,"

　muttered Ray, looking round the garden of Bornter's house.
　The surroundings are Ray and Corde. And although it has been severely ravaged by the battle between Seto and Minas, it should be said that there have been no deaths.

(Not to mention me or Seto... I am lucky that the gangsters and low-ranking adventurers who gathered near the gate did not come to see us out of curiosity.)

　Ray muttered in private, but the fact is that most of the people who had gathered near the gate had already scattered around the city, and only a very small number remained.
　Even for a very small number of them, as long as the sound of a vicious battle was echoing, they did not pretend to go and see it, but stood quietly by the gate. However, it can be said that the judgment of those who remained there was correct. for the estate of Bornter is in the barony, with hired adventurers on the watch of the night. Tonight alone, there are a number of adventurers and tinkers gathering in Bornter's mansion, and the sound of battle echoes around. Even the patrollers can't help but care about the estate, and they can't afford to overlook the freedom of the gang and low-ranking adventurers in the aristocracy.
　Thus, almost all those who had fled the estate of Bornter were caught by the adventurers on the lookout and made to throw up all the details, short and overnight. Those who committed various other crimes were arrested.





"Set, I beg your pardon, but look at them. If you come back to consciousness and do something, you can do anything as soon as you faint again."
"Glu".

　Bringing the fainting Cordo and Minas together in one place and asking Seto to look out, Ray lightly climbs up a tree in the garden -- holding a death-size of more than two meters in one hand -- back into the drawing room from the wall they had just destroyed when they came out.
　Then Ray entered the drawing room and saw Bornter, who was paralyzed by Mult's halberd, and a post-gera, whose limbs had been tied together by a rope. Near the postgera is a green gem.

"I've got it over here... what's going on?"
"...I was on guard, as Ray told me, but those two guards? Two? Anyway, the moment they were at a disadvantage, they took out the jewels there." I knocked him unconscious and tied him up."
"I see. I guess I had this kind of item."

　Picking up the green jewels that lay at your feet, you look at them for a few seconds before you throw them into the Galahut.

(Well, if I may say so, I can't keep it in my pocket as long as all the people here know of the existence of it.)

"Perhaps this gem will metastasize. I don't know if it will spread to a particular location or anywhere the user likes. Anyway, it will be one of the ways to see what level of alchemy the Vestian Empire is, so you should give it to the Larkes frontier with two people who have fainted in the post-gera or garden. . . . . . . . ?""I sent my servant to the lord's residence."
"...the servant? And will they believe him?"
"Perhaps you don't believe it at first, but it's still from a man who works in the house of the Azot President. There will be at least a few people from the Knights. And if you see this scene, you'll have to believe it even if you don't like it."

　a grumbling dove Gala pigeon's view is that rather than his brother being killed by Ray... he caused the disturbance. But when you actually came to the house, it was an unexpected development in which the hands of the Vestian Empire entered, and rather than thrusting a snake through the bush, you would feel like a dragon came out.

"Probably the Azot trade will be the worst hit in this case. ... if you're lucky, you may be able to survive, but you'll still be under the complete control of Larkes... no, you'll be under the control of him. Or perhaps it would be better for someone other than a merchant."
"Mr. Galla pigeon..."

　Murt, pointing Harbard at Bornter, muttered his name anxiously and tried to say something, but some spoke earlier. He's a Bornter with a Harbor pointed at by Multo.

"Oh, don't be silly! The Azot trade of 儂, which has been in charge of arms business in the city of Gilm, will be destroyed!? It will be put under the control of the young Dusker!? That's what he'll never forgive!"
「……」

　Gala pigeons cast sad glances at the cruelly screaming Bornter.

"This would not have happened unless you had conspired to pull him out of the chairmanship. You've paid back the kindness you've brought me up to this point. Well, after all, he is a child of a concubine of low blood. I can't believe I'm indebted to you know.
"...rarely,"

　They must have been talking and getting more excited. Bornter's curses of Gala pigeons grow louder and louder.

"It is because of the Azot trade that the city of Gilm provides enough weapons for adventurers, even though it is a frontier, and if adventurers die of lack of weapons after tomorrow, it is all your fault..."
"I'm telling you to shut up, you bastard!"With the cry of Murt, Harbard was lifted up, and the axe part was shaken down to Bornter's face."
　Shhhhhatch!
　There was a sharp metallic sound, and the axe was being received just as it was being sucked into Bornter's head.

"Don't do that, Multo,"

　by a drawn dove

"Why, Gala pigeon! Such scum is of no value in life. It's a waste of food and water! He's been to Gala pigeon..."
"Murt. I told him not to. And my brother..."

　He tells her that he is on the verge of losing his life to Harbard's blow, takes a look at Bornter, who is breathless and silent, and then talks to Ray, who is just watching the sequence of events in silence.

"Ray, I think your hope was to make your brother lose everything but his life." As you can see, my brother is already hopeless. From now on, he will be captured by the Count of Frontier L'Arcus and made to tell the whole story of his misdeeds. And I'll never see the sun again. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"...so you want me to miss it.
"Of course it is..."
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

　When Gala pigeon tries to say something to Ray's words, a loud laugh echoes through the reception room.
　The laugh, which even made me feel insane, came out of the mouth of a postgaller who was supposed to be fainting after being entangled with a rope.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. No, I didn't expect you to make me laugh this much. Don't you have the talent to be a street performer? I can't believe you're waiting for such a funny development as soon as you wake up."
"...I beg your pardon, but can you tell me where the laughable elements are now?"

　If you make fun of yourself, you'll soon break a bone or two. Brasso asked the postgera, creating that atmosphere, and next to him, another Fluorocarbons glancing uncomfortably.

"Because I can't believe my childhood memories will work so well. --the Gara pigeon? You're one of the greatest clowns I've ever seen.""... a clown?"

　When I was a little girl, I thought of it, Gara pigeon. With those words in his head, Ray casts a sharp glance at Bornter. Yes, there was only one thing to remember in the chain of words. Why didn't Gala pigeons leave the Azot trade, even though they were neglected by Bornter? I had heard the reason from him.
　They must have had a similar association near the ray. Both Blaso and Fluorocarbons have their faces tightened.
　Multo did not appear to be listening to Postgera, perhaps because he was the only one desperate to calm his anger at Bornter.

"Shut up! What are you going to say in this age?"

　You must have realized that you're trying to say something fatal to yourself. When Bornter comes to himself, he yells, but the post-gera, who is tied up with a rope and can only move his mouth, opens his mouth with a smile.

"Gala pigeon, remember me well. What happened when you came to feel indebted to the doll there? Your mother was ill and the doll gave her medicine to fix it. Wasn't it?"

　A post-gera that talks while turning her eyes to a Bornter, saying "doll.

"... oh,"
"The disease. You've got green spots all over your body, and you've got intense itching, and you've got pus in the spot where you've scratched it, and you've got a strong smell of green liquid flowing out of it. It's the exact opposite of what it was like when I was suffering from itching."
『……』

　Rey, Fluorocarbons, and Brasso frowned at the contents of the terrible disease described by Postgera.

"And when Bornter, who hated you, brought the drug and used it, it recovered to some extent, but eventually died without a complete cure." and if you think about it carefully, wouldn't that mean that I had to make the most of it by forcing him to suffer for a long time rather than cure him of his illness?"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! What do you mean?"

　The outcry from Bornter has no effect anymore. On the contrary, even Murt, who has recovered from the angry voice, is listening to the post-gera story."And you owe the doll that brought you the medicine, and you have done your best. Hey, Gara pigeon. I'll ask you one thing. Do you really think that the doll gave you the medicine out of kindness, and why do you think I know so much about the disease?"

　A postgaller with a smile that could be described as "nittari."

"By the way, if you look into the contents of the little bottle, you'll find something rather interesting."

　The next thing I looked at was the small bottle that Bornter had in his life. Gara pigeon had it in his possession because he thought it would be taken away and used as evidence when he was caught.

"... brother,"
「……」
"Hey, brother. What he's saying... is it true?"
「……」

　Bornter responds to Gala pigeon's question with silence.
　They probably wanted to say it was a lie, but as long as Gara pigeon now has a small bottle that can be said to be conclusive evidence, they probably decided it was useless to say anything.
　And Gala pigeon probably saw such a Bornter figure and realized the truth. Spend time looking down and silent.

(It was the worst of my expectations, but... I don't think it'said he.

　a deep‐seated ray
　Why did Gara pigeon adore his brother so much? When I heard the reason, I thought it was impossible. But he immediately denied it. I thought I wouldn't do it that far, but if I had done it that far, I could say that the way I treated Gara pigeons was very rough.
　Looking at these gala pigeons, we first make our way to Bornter for ourselves.

"What is it? Why are you approaching me?"

　He must have understood that he was going to be looked at like a stone by the roadside, and that he was going to have a good time. Bornter tried to escape from the spot, but the next moment...

"Gosh!"

　The feet about to rise are scooped up by the handle of Mult's Harbard and hit the floor.For an elderly man he was not injured because he was a trained Bornter, but if he had been an ordinary elderly man he would certainly have been injured. With such force, Bornter falls to the floor.

"What are you going to do?"

　When I got up and glared at him, I saw Murt's gaze as if he hadn't seen himself as a human being.

"You've got to be quiet for a moment,"

　Hold down the neck of the crumbling Bornter with Harbard's axe to keep him motionless.
　Then Ray slowly approaches such a Bornter.

"I was actually thinking of plucking off your limbs, crashing your eyes, cutting your nose, cutting your ears off, and so on. I can't do that as long as I hand you over to Larkus."

　Bornter looks relieved at Ray's kinder words. But the expression of relief also crumbles in the next moment.

"I was dealing with an alchemist from the Westian Empire. What means will Larkus use to get that information out of you... needless to think about it? If he has no limbs or his eyes are crushed, the interrogator or torture officer will not be able to do his job?"

　from heaven to hell Having experienced it, Bornter looks hopeless at Ray's words.
　Dusker, Count of Larkes, is certainly a warrior and hates dirty tricks. However, this does not mean that they are tolerant of people who are or are likely to be connected to countries that are trying to invade their home countries. No, torture and interrogation will be horrific because he is a warrior.

"You seem to understand," And... this is by the way. Keep it."

　mutter and begin to conjure spells with magic.

"'Fire, thy fire is eternal. What brings about the eternal suffering is the flame of pain. Let your host scream with despair and pain as time goes by. forever until the work is exorcised.'

　As they chant a spell, a flame appears at the tip of the handle, which is compressed to about 1 cm by Ray's magic.
　That figure is the real cause of fire. It's just like Ray's magic, "The Seed of Commandment." But this magic is different. The magic of torture, in which the protection of fire is not given in exchange for constraints, but simply tortured by fire. The magic that brings to the object a pain like burning fire until the flames themselves admit that the sins they have committed have been reparated. And the magic name of the man who, when he goes mad, he is forced to heal his mind and cause pain again..."The Flame of Judgment"

　Flames to exonerate him had sunk through a death-size handle into Bornter's body.