"Hey!"

　The shouts of Miredogs echo around.
　Beyond that gaze is Basrero, and Rey, whose back is exposed to the Icebird indefensively because of her cover and protection. and... the sight of several ice arrows thrusting into its vulnerable back.
　Considering the damage that was pierced by an ice arrow through my back, maybe it was a fatal wound. That thought passed for a moment in his mind. . . . . . .

"It hurts, you chicken taste!"

　The next moment, with such an outcry, Ray's turn-in death-size blow cuts off the ice bird in an instant without any resistance.
　How fast or sharp was the blow? This would have been evident when the amputated Icebird took a few steps and was dislocated and lost his life, scattering internal organs and blood on the ground.

"What? Hey... Huh? Why!?"

　As far as the Miredog could see, the ice arrow should have pierced Ray's back. That's close to ten bottles. Nevertheless, he seems to be completely injured and wields a scythe, which causes confusion.
　and the icebirds surrounding the carriage would not miss such a crucial opportunity."

"Cheer up!"

　Two icebirds ice-covered the viper and thrust their ice blades into the Miredog.

"Mirae Dog, be careful!"

　It was the arrows fired by Eccrill and the shield of the adventurer who came with him to cheer him on. Perhaps more important than defense, small shields made of wood and leather than metal catch icebirds. Then, the next moment, he wields his shield and knocks the ice bird to the ground, and at the same time trumps its head.

"Mirainu, you are the leader of this rescue unit. Pull yourself together!"

　The Mire Dog, returning to the words of an adventurer with a shield, hurriedly glances around him.
　Most of them have already been settled, and the number of icebirds remaining is less than 20. If you are careful not to be careless afterwards, you will judge that your friends will not be harmed.

"Rey, I'm sorry, but please play bassrero!"
"I know... I know!"

　With his voice, the loud voice of Death once again cuts the Icebird and splashes its internal organs and blood on the ground.
　But that's all. All Ray can do now is kill himself and the ice bird who approached Basrero. You can't cut corners and launch an attack.

"I'll scratch... I'll scratch..."

　The reason is that Basrero is crying and grabbing Ray's dragon robe by the hem.
　Yes, dragon robes. This was the magic trick that got the icy arrow right in the back of the ice bird, but only with a slight bruise. It was impossible to penetrate and inflict fatal damage on Rey with the ice arrows used by Icebirds, since the robes were made of dragon skins and scales that were both highly resistant to physical and magical attacks.

"Don't cry! You followed us on your own! We can't do anything about it already, but hold your breath quietly now!"

　with a start
　Basrero's body is momentarily stiffened by Ray's angry voice, which is released with irritation.
　It was right to say that he wiped away his tears, held back his fear, and glared at the Icebirds to keep them out of the way.
　Ray's hand at the bottom of his dragon robe was still firm, but it was still much better for him than to be shouted during the battle.

"Hit!"

　If you can't move, you have to increase the range of the attack. And as for magic, we are already in a state of war, so we cannot carry out a wide range of attacks without thinking. As a result, Ray chose the easy-to-use death-size skill of flying.
　The slashing cuts two icebirds, which had been looking for a gap above the ground, into two, and drops blood, organs and meat onto the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　Unfortunately, Fabel, who was right under the rain, was screaming, his armour, sword and shield red with icebird blood.
　Listening to the hysterical voice, Ray thinks it's better than being raided from above, and instead of responding to the screams he hears, he just goes through and searches for another target.
　And then a few minutes. The number of icebirds continued to decline visibly, and before we knew it, the number of icebirds had already fallen to three. One of the icebirds who notices it shrieks.

"Squeak!"

　Perhaps that was the signal for withdrawal. As soon as they hear the voice, all the remaining icebirds fly up into the sky with their blue wings fluttering and flying away northward.

"...are you saved?"

　The spearman muttered in spite of himself, among the adventurers of the bodyguard who were watching him.

"Oh, my God! I'm saved! We're saved!"

　Then a sword-wielding adventurer screams with joy.
　As the voices spread around them, the adventurers, who were originally employed as bodyguards for the carriage, and the Millerine, who came as auxiliaries, cheered loudly.





　Five minutes later, the joy of survival subsides, and adventurers and merchants who finally can afford to look around hurriedly.
　Icebirds' feathers, blood, meat, and viscera spread all over the place. and, above all, one of the company's carriages had been completely destroyed and was no longer available.
　The horse towing the carriage was killed, and six adventurers guarding the carriage were dead and lying on the ground. And of course the merchants who hid in the carriage were dying in the same way as adventurers and horses.

"... six adventurers?" Probably the most threatening thing to me, so I was the first to focus on Icebirds."
"Ugh, Ugh!"

　Under Ray's muttering feet, Basrero, the first person to see a corpse, was spitting out something in his stomach.
　And in sight of Ray's eyes, merchants in the merchant corps, adventurers in the bodyguard, and Mireinu, who came from the streets of Gilm, gathered the bodies and cremated them, or collected the goods in the destroyed carriage, or the bodies of Icebirds lying on the ground.
　The reason for cremation is simple: if left as it is, it could cause an epidemic, or it could be undead without it. And you could be eaten by other monsters. It was a cremation to prevent them.
　The reason Ray is not cooperating with the work is simple: Basrero holds Ray's dragon robe tightly and keeps his hand. There was no way that he could take the crying and vomiting child to work with him, and Ray was supposed to be the charm and guard of Basrero along with Seto.

"... sir..."

　Perhaps he finally calmed down after throwing up everything he vomited, Basrero looks at him, calling Ray's name.
　Rey feels the gaze and turns to Basrero.

"Remember, if you were to be an adventurer, you would see countless scenes like this."
「……」

　Basrero looks at Ray's words, holding back his nausea but cremating the body.
　After about 10 minutes, Ray's gaze is turned to Basrero again.

"Basrero, why are you here? Didn't you think you'd come and get stuck?"
"That's... but..."

　He was confident in his swordmanship. And I also feel that it has been further enhanced by the last week or so of training. He was also told that he had a natural sense of attack. It was true that I had some confidence in my power when I heard those words. Then I heard that the merchant corps heading to the city was being attacked by monsters. Furthermore, this period is basically a period of rest for adventurers without working. And many of these adventurers were having a feast in the bar attached to the guild during the day. We are short of military strength. It didn't take time for Basrero to make such a decision.Of course, not all of the adventurers in the city of Gilm are drunk at this time of year. Some are training to see this break as a time to improve themselves, while others are devouring books in libraries to improve their knowledge.
　Even adventurers who have parties in bars don't spend every day in self‐deprecation. In the first place, physical strength and combat techniques decline if you don't use them, and it is generally said that a day off takes three days to recover them. If you spend the winter in such a state of depravity, the adventurer probably won't be able to perform as well as his rank when he returns to action in the spring.
　That's why many people say they're having a party on days off when they've trained. ...however, it is true that there are some who live in self-deprecation throughout the winter, underestimating the occupation of adventurers.
　Basrero, unaware of such circumstances, decided that he was not strong enough. and he had come this far, hiding himself in the luggage of the carriage, thinking that his own arm would be of some strength.
　And the actual battle that started. When Basrero sees it, he sees it for the first time in his life. Flapping pieces of flesh, flying blood, screams of despair, the battle between adventurers for raw life.
　Fear entwines Basrero's mind at such a sight he has never seen before.
　Still, he pulled his sword out of the carriage, hoping to help him, but... all he could do was interrupt Ray.

"I... just interrupted the doctor, what...?"
"Well, I'm only lucky to have survived. An ordinary adventurer would have died. ...because of you."

　Rey nods without hesitation or mercy to Basrero's words when asked anxiously, and confronts reality.
　The words distort Basrero's face and cause tears to fall from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I said.

　Ray watched Baslello sobbing for a few minutes.

"Glu".

　Behind Rey, Seto, who was also wary of his surroundings, snarls softly against Rey to urge him to do something.
　Then, in response to Seto's actions, a small sigh Ray puts his hand out of the robe and lightly puts it on Basrero's head.

"That's enough if you know how reckless you are." Fortunately, my robe is a magic item, and that kind of attack has little effect."

　caress one's head to say so

"And it's the last day I've been commissioned for combat training." I didn't get hurt either, and you understood how reckless you were and what the actual battle was like. Then, if you think about it as a result, there was more profit."
"But, sir... I, I..."

　Though encouraged by Ray, Basrero himself is more clever than an ordinary child, so how reckless he is and how dangerous it was for adventurers including Ray. They cry so hard that they can understand it.

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm taking it in, but can you give me a second? About the distribution of the fallen monsters..."

　Speaking apologetically to Ray, it was the spearman, the leader of the adventurer who was guarding the carriage that Ray was heading for as auxiliaries.

"Distribution?"

　Take your hand off the bassrero's head and look around. Adventurers have already teamed up to collect the bodies of the fallen icebirds in one place. It was easy to find because it was piled up in a heap, but the problem was the number in the heap.
　There were more than fifty icebirds who had originally attacked the carriage. However, the number of icebirds on the mountain was apparently less than 30. The reason was simple: the magic of Ray's blaze burned through the body. Then it would be impossible to take out the magical stones, the testimonial parts, or the materials that could be taken off, and it was nothing but Ray's overkill.

(And...)

　In front of the pile of icebirds' bodies, Ray sees several adventurers from the city of Gillum arguing.
　From what we've been hearing, it was clear that they were at odds over their share. Fortunately for Ray, his acquaintances, Mireinu and Eccrill, were not involved in the ugly argument.
　Having said that, as long as you are an adventurer, you are paying for your military power. In that sense, it's only natural to show off your achievements and increase your reward. Rather, Ray is one of the rarer people who doesn't care about his pay.
　And it was only natural for adventurers on the escort to want more reward, given that the equipment had deteriorated and needed to be replaced by new ones. However, there is no doubt that Ray and Sett were the most active players in this match against Icebird. That's probably why the spearman spoke out on behalf of the adventurers, wondering how much Ray would demand.

"Well, I'll have two ice birds,"

　Not troubled by the money itself, Ray would tell the two leaders of the bodyguard for the magical stones and the meat of the icebirds.