the basement of the Maaschel estate The battle going on there was nearing its climax.
　The robes, the shadow of the Church of the Sacred Light, fought with Vichela in cooperation as if they were all moving under one will, but one of them and one of the robes, one of whom was determined to be a creature, cut off their body, head, or limbs by nails growing from the back of their hands, were gouged and fell to the ground.
　However, it can be said that those who were cut with nails and died in an instant were lucky.
　for many who were struck in the torso by the force of Vihela had their ribs broken, their internal organs damaged by their own bones, and they vomited blood, or their heads crushed by the insteps of their feet, and died.
　But compared to the overwhelmingly superior Vihela, Nact and Bune, who were fighting lifeless dolls, had to struggle considerably.
　Nacht, a thief who was originally not very good at fighting, has no choice but to go to the aid of Bune, who, unlike himself, is good at fighting.
　Although the battle had managed to keep the balance in such a situation, Ray's blow blew up the Oriqueur, and the situation gradually turned to the puppet's advantage.
　In other words, it's close to mocking Pri's techniques that created dolls.
　For the puppets who have absolute loyalty to their creator, Pri, it is absolutely unforgivable that Pri's ability is suspected because of themselves.
　Thus, the attacks of the puppets grew so intense that, apart from Bune, who was good at fighting, Nact managed to survive being followed by Bune rather than followed him.

"Yes!"

　A few needles released with Bune's words, imitating standing on the ceiling, pierce the doll that was about to spring at Nact's head, and sew it straight to the ceiling.
　The two robbers are struggling not only because of their strong fighting spirit, but also because of their special abilities.
　Because they are dolls, there is no sign of them, and there is no murder when they attack at the same time. For Bune and Nact, who perceive the movements of the enemy with a keen sense peculiar to bandits, they are very incompatible.
　And the special ability to walk on ceilings and walls. The ability to catch them off guard was another reason why they were struggling.

"Yes, I'm sorry. d*mn, with Esetus, I could have managed to deal with these puppets. . . ."

　He hears the sound of wind blowing at him and wields a dagger.
　a dagger that rings around and falls to the floor

"Huh!"

　The dagger is released from Nacht's hand toward the ceiling on the right and rear.
　It must have been because it happened immediately. The dagger headed toward the doll on the ceiling, thrusting at the doll, only to sew its right arm to the ceiling.
　Understanding his mistake, he reaches for the dagger he played a few seconds ago and rolled to the floor.
　However, other puppets can't easily tolerate it. Taking advantage of the lack of weapons now, they rushed towards Nact, each armed with their own weapons.

"Yes!"

　a myriad of needles set free by such dolls As if each had a will, a needle sticks into a doll and stops moving.
　But needles are, after all, nothing but needles. Or perhaps it would have been a different story if it had been a dagger, but a single needle would not completely stop the movement of a doll, and it would have been all it could do to block it for a few seconds.
　the puppets heading for the knuckles with needles in their bodies
　He picked up the dagger in a flowing motion and played the dagger that had been thrown down upon him... but in the next moment he was struck by a thrusted spear.
　It's inevitable. I knew it instinctively, but I tried to turn myself around.

"Hit!"

　Ray's words echo, and several dolls that were about to attack Nact are cut together.
　What happened? Without understanding it, he instinctively feels that his life has been saved, and leaps back to Bune.

`Well... it's getting tough,'

　Whisper and wipe the sweat from my forehead in this series of conversations.
　This vast cellar, as if it were the Maaschel family's estate, is also comfortable temperature for midsummer. Still, the sweat that gushed up was probably due to the fact that my life was dying out.

(Until I save Tivia... I can't die here!)

　He mutters in his heart, and again, with Bune, challenges himself to fight against a large number of puppets.





"Well, you're going to ignore me and help my comrades as things stand. It's certainly the right option, isn't it? I'm like this anyway."

　a glittering oracle to identify oneself.
　The leather armour has been cut in a few places, and even if it is a magic item with a higher defenses than usual, several parts have already been torn.
　No, it's only because it's an Oriqueur... and because it's the clothes that Oriqueur is wearing, and if it wasn't for Oriqueur here, it would have been already impossible to fight with a death-size blade.

"Are you done with your footwork? I'm sorry, but I have a lot of questions to ask you about this matter. You may cut off one or two of your hands and feet, but don't worry, I won't kill you."
"...it's not a very reassuring story." Then let me hold on a little longer. It means I will win if I hold out until the strength of the army for the Silwa family returns."

　Say so with a small smile, holding a rapier in the right hand and a swordbreaker in the left hand.
　You never give up when you're at an overwhelming disadvantage.
　Ray's face is slightly strained by the expression on his face that not only orders from above without knowing the scene, but also by the person who has exposed himself to the battlefield many times.
　I wasn't swallowed by the atmosphere of the Oriqueur. He felt his intentions and instinctively understood that this was the crucial moment.

(Why don't you give up even if you're overwhelmingly disadvantaged? Should I think there's still some other way to go like that Swordbreaker? No, if that's the case, I think I should have used it for a long time now.

　Whispering inwardly, he glances toward the wizards in the back of the Oriqueur, in his death-size position.
　Tivia, who lay there, remains unconscious and shows no sign of waking up. It was obviously funny that, with so much fighting going on around, the leader of the well-known adventurer party didn't notice.

(The effect of that kind on the magic team... Wait.)

　The murmur stops in the middle.
　It was because Tivia's skin color in the middle of the wizardry seemed to be much paler than it was when she first saw it.
　Furthermore, as if to encourage Ray's bad hunch, the wizards themselves at the center of Teavia were glowing faintly.

"...I see, I guess it meant a lot to me to buy time."

　Being an enemy, he gets irritated at himself for taking Oriqueur's explanation so straight, and at the same time glares abhorrently at the person he stands in front of him.
　You must have noticed how Ray looked. Oriqueur opens his mouth with a small smile around his mouth.

"Oh, you seem to have noticed," To be honest, I'm reluctant to let people die in vain, but I'm not told by my landlord."

　That being said, Oriqueur's expression is not particularly evasive.
　From the point of view of Oricure, I felt that I would welcome the death if it was beneficial to me -- or to the doctrine of the Holy Light -- but I had no intention of helping the unknown person die until I had the displeasure of my collaborator, Pri.
　Or if it had been a believer in the Church of the Sacred Light that was sacrificed to the wizards, the story would have changed.

"She will learn the mercy of the goddess of light in the afterlife. Unfortunately, I have not chosen the path of faith in this life, but I am sure I will be able to get rid of that crime in due course."
"Teabia!"

　You may not have heard such words, but the voice of Nact, who was fighting with Bune against the dolls, echoes.
　Even during the battle, Nact watched over and over again Tivia.
　Even if you can't touch it from the outside because of the effect of the magic team, there's a rainy day.
　And now the worst was happening in front of Nact's eyes.
　He saw Tivia's face looking worse than it had been before, and the same as Ray's, the shining wizard.

"d*mn, get out of the way!"

　Dolls stand in front of Nact, who is about to head for the wizards.
　Even though they have already knocked down nearly 20 dolls with Nakt and Beune, they appear out of nowhere. As a result, no matter how many dolls you knock down, you can't break the current situation.

"Yes!"

　The needle is no longer in Bune's hand. Considering Bune's already small and speed-conscious style of battle, it's hard to carry a large number of metal needles, however thin.
　Two daggers are now held in Bune's hands, wielding them to fight with the dolls.
　But now that we've run out of all the flying tools of needles, the battle between Beune and the dolls is gradually becoming more defensive.In the midst of this, Nact's move toward the wizards is a way to break the situation.
　Nact himself probably didn't intend to do that, but he sacrificed himself with the magic of Pri, the creator of the dolls. The puppets could never have allowed themselves to do something about it.

"Sasselka!"

　The other puppets, in concert with the voices of the puppets at the head, have their own weapons ready...

　Cut it!

　The next moment several of the dolls are cut and blown away.

"Oh, I'm sorry to see only one person like that. What do you think? Why don't you play with me? Even if you look like this, you've played with dolls before when you were a child."

　With that word, the blade is again sharpened.
　The blade falling directly above... the nail created by the magic holds the doll up through the head.
　by the man who did it, Vihela.

"Ba, bakana... Omaehammada..."

　The doll, pierced through its claws, says so, but Vihela keeps the doll's head pointed toward the one she was fighting for.
　There were twenty robes all lying on the floor, either unconscious or lifeless.

"There was certainly something to look at when it came to coordination," But, because the coordination is too complete, if it collapses with one or two people, there's nothing we can do about it can't be helped anymore. The reason why the result is so bad. I wonder if the puppets will entertain me. . . ."

　With that cry, he cuts the doll completely with his claws stuck in the head.
　I glanced at the remaining dolls, stamping on them with my insteps, as they turned into silent remains.

"Kisamaha... Yulsan!"

　The act must have offended the puppets.
　For the puppets, their bodies were made by Pri, the creator. It is by no means permissible to tread on it.
　The puppets, with hatred in their bodies, still attack the Vihela with no sign of life or bloodshed.

"Are you seeing Ray attacking or fighting against the Bune? It's certainly a first-time murder to attack him without any sign or spirit of murder, but once you see him, it's not that difficult to deal with!"

　the fingernails, fists, elbows, knees, feet that are sharpened
　Vihela fights, fluttering her lightly clothed dancerlike costume.
　...no, it may be said that it's dancing depending on how you see it. The dance, which can be described as the dance of death, is avoided, played, or received without any attack by the attacking doll.
　Vihela's attack, which continues in such a state, is deadly powerful for the puppets...
　Vichela's eyes glanced at Nact.
　Nact, fascinated by Vihela's movements, never misses the meaning of her gaze.
　In other words, they want us to do something about the magic team now.
　Nact, who was not a wizard, still had no choice but to do it as long as he was the only one available.
　The moment I took the first step toward the magic team with that determination. A ray of thunder roared through the air and struck Nact. Without words, Nact crumbles to the floor.

"Well, I don't think we've got the material yet."

　The door where the Lays came in, not the door where the Orioles came in. The eyes are on the owner of the voice that comes from there.
　There was a middle-aged woman dressed in jewels all over her body, ready to carry a large number of dolls.