a sharp point projecting from the front without interruption
　Ray plays, plays, and plays all the thrusts that come through Ray's body, deftly handling a huge weapon of death size.
　Originally, the rappier weapon that Oriqueur possesses is not a weapon that can be matched with death size.
　No, given the characteristics of the weapon, rappiah, it would not be possible to strike as well as a regular long sword, let alone a death size. It's not only because the rapier of Oriqueur is Esta Noor's work, which is said to be the greatest alchemist in history.
　Any weapon is inferior to a master's wooden sword if the master's skill is bad. It's only with Olicur's own outstanding skill that we've been able to compete with Death Size so far.
　a gusty thrust that blows only on the right hand
　At first glance, Oriqueur is only attacking one-sidedly, and Ray's defense, which seems to be nothing but defensive, gradually incline the balance.
　... yes, in Ray's favor.
　Kiss, Kisser!
　the myriad sounds of metal reverberating in an instant
　It's an instantaneous sound of rapier cutting with a death-size blade, handle, or stonemate.
　As it stands, Ray, with a small smile on his lips, gradually approaches the Oriqueur.
　The pressure emanating from Ray stops the rapier and takes a few steps back.
　But his face still shows little impatience. No, even a relaxed look came to mind.

"...what's wrong with you? You seem to have a lot of leeway for being cornered." If you still have some clues, you'd better get them out before long."
"Well, I don't know," Don't you forget that? All we have to do is win time without losing. Now the Silwa's -- what's going on?"

　Oriqueur told me to upset Ray, but what I got back was a smile of ridicule.
　A slightly unpleasant frown opens his mouth at the scene.

"What's wrong?"
"No, you'll only find out that I'm really saying it. ...Elena is certainly in the Silwa family. But can you prepare the power to manage Elena, who is called General Hime, in Egzil, which is not your home town? You are only behind the scenes. If that happens, the number of troops that can move should be limited, but we also have about 20 soldiers available here."

　Ray glances toward Vihela.
　Robes who understand each other's movements and connect attacks with their eyes and gestures without talking.
　Or, by throwing a dagger at the back of the clawed hand, they help their comrades.
　Accept a kicked and beaten companion and do minimal damage without crashing into a wall.
　The robes are fighting against Vihela in what can only be described as such a beautiful collaboration, but they still cannot make up for the critical difference in military strength, and the number of robes is gradually decreasing to one person and one person, one by one, as many comb teeth as possible.
　Of all the robes lying on the ground, the luckiest would be the faintest. On the other hand, the most unfortunate are those whose neck bones are bent in a direction that should not be bent, or whose heads have been cut multiple times by nails extending from the back of their hands, and the flames of life have already completely disappeared.

"As you can see, how long do you think you can hold out against Vihela?"

　Ray brings a death-size blade down, telling the Oriqueur.
　Looking at it, Oriqueur also changes the rapier's stance to one that emphasizes defense and focuses on the background to cope with a slashing attack from below.

"Well, as far as we can see, it is certainly our crisis. But don't you think we're coming out after understanding each other's differences?"
"Capacity, by any chance? Do you expect that doll? It's a little disadvantageous over there, though."

　As if to check Ray's muttering movements, Oriqueur swings the blade of his sword.
　It's as if you're timing... the next moment you kick the floor and quickly close the gap with Ray.
　a thrust of lightning speed that is fired again
　It's sharper and faster than before, but Ray plays the point with a death-size blade.

"Corrosion, corrosion, corrosion, corrosion"

　Using corrosion, which is also a skill of death size, over and over again.
　But...

(What a sturdy rapier! It's Esta Noor's work, as you might expect.)

　No matter how many times you use corrosion that has risen to three levels, there is no abnormality in the blade of the rapier.

"What's the matter? I think I've been muttering the same words. I'd be very happy if you'd give me time."

　Oriqueur stops the storm of thrusts, leaps backwards, and hurls words at Ray.

"Well, I'm wondering how I'll get rid of you. "Well, even if I can't do this, I can do anything else."

　Hold the center of the handle and rotate the death size with both hands.
　twirl and twirl
　The rotating death size eventually cuts through the wind as its speed increases.
　Oriqueur is slightly wry at Ray's unprecedented behavior.
　And...

"Huh!"

　exhale sharply and shake, shake, or shake the death size spinning in one's hand
　If the thrust that the Oriure had just produced was a thrust that pierced the air, what Ray is now delivering is a thrust that cuts the air itself.
　It's even faster than Ray's previous death-size slashes...
　Of course that's not enough.
　At that time, Oriqueur was watching for an opportunity, concentrating on avoiding repeated attacks.

"Penetrate".

　With the murmur of Ray's mouth, the wind blows around the death-size stonemate... the next moment a death-size stonemate rather than a slash is released.
　Their sharpness was comparable to that of the one released by the Oriqueur, and may have been better than that of the one released by the rapier, purely in purely speed.

"What!"

　Still, Oriqueur managed to avoid it because of his ability, but not because of the countless thrusts that Oriqueur himself fired, but because of a certain times.
　but the thrusts delivered by the wind-clad stonemate cut the mantle of the Oriqueur.
　It's not by a death-size stonghold. It's because of the wind surrounding the stonemate.
　But... the momentary surprise creates a gap for Ray.

"Sweet!"

　Without missing a chance, the next shot was a death-size sword attack. The edge of the Oriqueur's left-to-right halved blade... but it completely defies Rey's expectations and is received midway without cutting his torso... but still blows right beside him without killing the weight of over 100 kg and the power released by Rey's so-called "outside force."
　The Oriqueur, blown off like a stone thrown by a child, nevertheless managed to re-establish himself in the air and land on the floor...

"Oh, my God. Jamadayo!"

　Bune and Nact finally succeed in killing speed on the battlefield where they are fighting the dolls.
　Anyone can see how much the first blow was when they put their feet on the floor and saw the marks of their skid.
　However, Ray looks suspiciously at such a situation.
　The blow I fired was undoubtedly even fatal. It was such a magical flash of horizontal mowing that Oriqueur could have had his upper and lower body amputated.
　It is still alive, not blowing away with its internal organs scattered around it, but with its five-body satisfaction. That's the kind of irregularity Ray can't overlook.
　However, the cause is understandable if you turn your gaze to Oriqueur.
　Rapia on the right. This is still good. It's no different from what I saw before. But the left hand. The sword held there is too long to be called a dagger, and too short to be called a dagger. Only one side has a blade and the other is shaped like a comb.a weapon that receives and destroys the enemy's sword with a comb-like part In other words, it is a weapon called the Swordbreaker.

(Moreover, a death-size blow has been damaged but not destroyed. It's not as powerful as the rapier made by Esta Noor, but it's still a powerful magic item.)

　Many people who use rapiers usually have a shield in the other hand. For example, a mainsch or a dagger whose brim is made larger than usual to prevent enemy attacks. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"I didn't think you had a clue yet,"
"As long as I challenge you, who are called crimson, of course I will have one or two of your inner arms ready."
"Oi, Jamadattayternogawakaneenoka?"

　The doll at the foot of the Oriqueur spat out impatiently.
　He looked at the doll for a moment, which he had told me to put on his words...
　When I heard a whizzing sound, Rapia whizzed at the face of Oriqueur.

"I may have interrupted you, but I wish you would clean up your affairs properly. How could you not get rid of the two robbers when there were so many?"

　The Oriqueur tells the doll at his feet, keeping his eyes fixed for a moment.
　There was an indescribable look of stupidity in the tone.

"Oh, my God... Prisma, Prisma, Prisma, Prisamahobakanisurunoka.

　At the words of the doll's mouth, the other dolls around them, who were wary of the movements of Bune and Nact, turn to Oriqueur at once.
　Because it is a doll, there is no sign or spirit of murder. But it was clear that the puppets were still not able to ignore what they had just said.

"What I have doubts about is not the skills of the Maaschel family, but you. If that's not the case, I'd like you to help me by catching or killing the two robbers as soon as possible."

　The remark distorts Nact's lips abhorrently.
　It was clear from a series of interactions that the relationship between the Maaschel family and the Holy See was far from good. That's why, or maybe, in the words of the day, there's a critical rift between them, and they'll fight among themselves... I had that kind of faint expectation, but apparently it didn't come true. And Oriqueur's words prompted them to attack the struggling puppets more fiercely.
　That was understandable to Ray, who was watching from a distance.

(Are you going to beat Bune and Nact early and use the doll's strength to set me or Vihela on?)

　It's because I don't think about beating Ray by myself at all, but because I think it's all I have to do is stop him.
　It's the exact opposite of what you said you were going to do to defend yourself, but it's probably because you decided that if you go all the way to defend yourself, you'll be pushed through.

"I'm sorry, but I'm sorry to hear that you're so bright."

　However, for dolls, that is completely irrelevant, and it was unacceptable that Pri's technology, who is also their creator, was looked down on themselves. Strong confidence in Pri has been added to the dolls when they are given a pseudo ego. It's not much different from what the followers of the Holy Light hold to their goddesses.
　However, as long as they do not recognize each other in their hearts, whether they are dolls or followers of the Sultanism, they will deny each other if they are told that they feel the same way.

"Mina, Ikuzo," Prisamanotameni!"

　When the doll at the foot of Oriqueur screams so, the other doll attacks Beune and Nact as if to follow his words.
　The speed at which he thrusts out his weapons was faster than ever before, resulting in more attacks, and Nacto began to struggle to cope, not to mention the combat expert Bune.
　The skills originally required for robbers are not of the kind of fighting power. Of course, it takes more than a certain amount of combat power, but the job of robbers is still a special skill in reconnaissance, clearing traps, and setting traps.

"d*mn it! Don't go on like this!"

　Playing the doll's spear with a dagger, Nacht's gaze is directed to Tevia, who is left unconscious in the center of the wizardry.
　He fought against the impatience that swirled hard inside, and thrusted out his dagger, avoiding the blow of the dagger which was wielding by the doll attacking him.