a flash of light
　The rapier, manipulated by Oriqueur, was a blow to which such an expression suited.
　Of course, the rapier itself would be a light weapon. But even with that included, the continuous release of the Oriqueur was as fast as Ray could open his eyes, and in a matter of seconds more than 20 consecutive releases were released.
　Without even giving her time to breathe, she repeatedly dances through Ray's body.
　But Ray hasn't lost to it either.
　Prevent, prevent, and prevent rappiah by wielding a disproportionately large death size that is incomparable to rappiah.
　Play with a handle the point of the thrust at the chest, play with a giant blade the thrust at the head, play with the handle in your hand the thrust at the thigh, or play with the thrust at the instep of your foot wrapped in Slapnil's shoes.
　Ray and Oriqueur, who have engaged in a literally invisible battle, eventually distance themselves from each other.

"...it's a pretty high-level magic item when you see that it hits my death size and doesn't scratch a single thing."
"Oh, of course. It's one of the works of Esta Noll, an old alchemist."

　Ray looks small and startled at the name that comes out of the mouth of Oriqueur.
　For I never expected a work made by an alchemist of the Zepail family to appear here.
　But when I hear that, I can only agree.

(In a way, can you say that the same producers...?)）

　While muttering inwardly, Ray takes a death‐size stance.
　Esta naturally cooperates in creating the art of course. However, it would not be officially the same producers, as Takum incorporates the magic that could not be used up in the art of witchcraft.
　The same was true of Oriqueur's expression of surprise.
　The rapier in front of him was powerful enough to penetrate even a full plate mail made of a large amount of magic metal if it was magic, but Ray in front of him easily prevented it. All the thrusts I have confidence in are:

(As might be expected, he has the nickname of crimson.) stronger than enough without the glyphon)

　While we analyzed each other's military strength and watched for gaps, fierce battles were taking place around us.





"What's the matter? I wonder if it's that much!"

　The tip of a thrusted spear is easily cut with a nail extending from the back of the hand, and then the spear jumps into the pocket and swings its fist at the body.
　That being said, the fist is more than just a fist. It is covered with the back of the hand, from which claws formed by magic extend.
　Pierce the body with a nail that cuts off even the tip of a spear easily, and cut the nail sideways as if it were in the way.
　The robes and leather armour underneath them are useless at all, and the man falls to the ground with about half of his torso cut off, scattering his internal organs around him as if it were a piece of paper.

"What? Do you only have this much arm?"

　He pointed his right claw at the rest of the robes, but the scene must have been quite shocking. Are you on guard? Don't come near me.
　In the first place, the purpose of the people here, including the Orient, is simply to gain time.
　However, such passive action severely reduces Vihela's fighting spirit.
　What Vihela wants is a bloody battle. For example, Ray and Oriure are currently doing this kind of communication that ordinary people cannot even follow with their eyes.

(It might have been much better to deal with the doll.)

　Whispering inwardly, he breathed a little sigh, turning for a moment his gaze to Bune and Nact, who were fighting against a multitude of dolls, and then to a group of robes standing before him again.
　Those who wear these robes work behind the scenes of the Holy Light, and their fighting skills are naturally at a high level.
　A typical Rank D adventurer can compete alone, and even with a Rank C adventurer, there are enough skills to fight even more than one person working together.
　But it was clear from the interaction with the spearman that it was difficult for such a group to deal with Vihela, who was so militant as to be called a mad beast.
　In the end, the only thing you can do is not fight head on, but rather keep multiple people in check and not fight head on.

"... yes, if that's what you mean, then you have an idea, too?"

　Vichela glances toward Oriqueur.
　It's clear what it means. If you don't aggressively attack yourself, ignore the robes and go to Oriqueur.
　Viehla, who had told her so implicitly, could not help but touch a group of robes.
　They're fighting against an opponent who leads them to say they can't win. The war situation will be easily tilted if you send someone who has both beauty and misfortune in front of you there.
　The battle between Ray and Oriqueur looks more like Oriqueur's pushing, if anything. But all those in robes understood it wasn't what it looked like.
　That's why I'm sent to Egzil as a subordinate of Oriqueur.
　what can be done to prevent it from happening That is to say, we have no choice but to hold back the existence of ourselves laughing invincibly in front of us.
　If you can't win by yourself, I'll cooperate with my colleagues. In a sense, they made a natural choice, but the speed of their collaboration was far from the level they could take for granted.
　Several people attack at the same time, and Vichela's blow to avoid it while trying to put in the counter, while others cut in and wave their swords and catch the magic claws.
　But the man who received the blow from Vihela could not bear the weight of the blow, and was blown away... and others took it and reduced the damage as much as possible.
　Throwing a few daggers from Vihela's blind spot that blew him away, he thrusts his spear out in another direction, dazzling even that.
　The robes, which should be described as organic collaboration, have a dull expression on their faces, and the smile returns to Vichela's expression.
　It is true that each and every one of them is not so strong, but with such a successful collaboration, their strength will double.
　While responding to these actions one by one, Vihela's skin burns red with the excitement of battle, her eyes moisten, and she relinquishes herself to the pleasures of battle.





"Yes!"

　With such a cry, the needles released from Bune's hand fly toward a doll that personifies a hare that leaps up and attacks.

"Kekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekeke"

　The doll leaping up in the air wields its axe, with the same unheardly laughter.
　Whereas the doll is about 30 cm in size, the axe is used by ordinary people. Nevertheless, the axe swings sharply down the air itself and blows off a few flying needles.

"Huh!"
"Nany!"

　But the doll with the axe downed saw Nact wielding a dagger right next to him.
　The point of the dagger just snaps into the rabbit's ear, and just as he tries to pierce his head, he immediately feels something swinging down at him and leaps back.
　Leaping backward, Nacht saw his thick, hairy arms passing by where his head had been a moment earlier.
　The owner of the arm is the bear's nuglumi.
　However, even though it's called nui-gurumi, it doesn't seem to be cute beyond the height of 2m. What's more, the nuigurumi's arms are roaring around.

"There are a lot of people. ... Beaune, are you okay with that? Honestly, it's hard for me to deal with them alone."
"Yes,"

　Bune nods as he throws a needle at a doll attacking him with a dagger.
　Nacto can confidently say that he is superior to Bune in his purely skills as a thief in dungeon -- in the art of trap discovery and release, or, conversely, in the art of trap making, reconnaissance, and unlocking. But I recognized myself as inferior to Bune in one aspect, purely combat technology.

(Admit to be less aggressive than a ten‐year-old girl? if Esetus finds out, he'll say a lot.)

　Whilst muttering in private, the people around you keep an eye on you.

(No, if you think the other way around, at ten years of age you must be so strong... to protect the Flauts' mansion.)

　Nact, who was also wise to Egzil's rumors, naturally knew what was going on in the Fraut family.
　The Frautians had already lost the right to rule Egidil many generations ago, but they still lived in peace, albeit narrowly. But, for unknown reasons, Bune's parents died and the Flauts were left with huge debts.
　Or, if they had sold out the house at that time, they could have paid off the debt... at least.
　But Bune... the girl, who was less than ten years old, was reluctant to part with her parents.
　The girl, who could only be described as young rather than small, acquired the skill of a thief and began to challenge the dungeon to repay her debts.
　Naturally, there were few people who liked things to get such a small partner into parties, some of whom thought they could trick him well, and others even tried to sell him off as a slave when it was worse.
　I can only say that I was unlucky.
　Some of the parties wanted to protect the view until it grew bigger, but it's already too late. Bune's emotions and expressions were frozen.And as long as I captured the dungeon by myself, I definitely needed combat power. 　
　Eventually, he met the presence of Vihela, whose fighting power was higher than that of ordinary bandits, and the present-day existence of Bune was formed.

"Huh!"

　Just before Nact's eyes, Buehne reached into his waist pochette and pulled out the needle again, throwing it at the approaching rat doll.
　Each mouse doll is small, and a needle is stuck in its torso to the floor to stop its movement.

"It's nice, it's nice, it's nice."

　Ignoring such screams from a mouse doll, he pauses for the giant bear's nuglumi, which is considered the most threatening of the doll.

"Gwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　the forefeet with a shout
　But Bune used his small stature to avoid the blow by crawling on the ground. He thrusts a dagger into the instep of the right hind leg of the bear's nui-gurumi and turns around it forcibly killing the speed.

"Gi, Ga?"

　It was already late when the bear's nui-gurumi. Bune quickly climbs up from behind, thrusts a dagger into his neck and pulls it at once.
　If it had been a living thing, blood splashes would have burst into the air. But the other party is a doll. Even if the neck is torn to the middle of the neck, the blood won't splash.
　Still, it seems to have caused quite a bit of damage to the doll, and the bear's doll staggers but loses its balance and falls to the floor.

"Yes,"

　Bune, who was holding on to the back of the bear's neck, mutters, kicks hard where he was holding it, and keeps him from falling.
　When asked why he kicked the bear hard in the body as he leaped, the answer was in the hands of Bune, who landed on the floor.
　There is a bear's head that was cut to more than half of its neck just a few seconds ago.
　He used the force of his leap to forcefully rip off the nearly amputated head.

"Human Goroshime, yokumonakama!'

　When one of the dolls screams reproachfully, the other dolls scream in unison.

"Human Golosi, human Golosi!"
"Yes,"

　But Bune throws the bear's head to the floor, regardless of who it is, and walks back towards the dolls.
　As if defending behind it, the nacht also follows Bune.





　Ray looks as if he's being pushed by Oriqueur at first glance.
　Vichela may enjoy the organic coordinated attacks of robes under the shadow of the Holy Light.
　Bune and Nact are almost even with a group of dolls.
　The battle, which can be said to be the three sides of the story, basically took on a level playing field.