"No, the sea fish and the river fish are so different."

　As the big moon rises in the night sky and the gentle moonlight shines down on the ground, Langa, who carries grilled skewer fish to his mouth, happily says.
　Yes, Ray served some of the fish he had previously bought in large quantities at Emocion.
　However, since it was camped out, it was not possible to cook such elaborate food, so it was just a simple dish of sprinkling salt on a skewer.
　But time has stopped while inside the mistling. In other words, since the fish inside were fresh and fresh, the simple dish of skewer gripped the hearts of the punitive party.
　There are many people from Gilmoo, and even those who came as adventurers and became soldiers, guards, or knights in Gilmoo, many say they are the first to eat sea fish.
　Or even if you've eaten it, it was conserved, such as dried fish or salted fish.
　For this reason, the punitive force, including Langa, carries fish from the sea to their mouths with delicacy.

"Oh, what's this disgusting thing?" Can you really eat this, too.

　One of the soldiers of the expedition screams.
　Beyond that gaze is the overnight drying of octopus.
　It was certainly a powerful look, and I could not help but be astonished to those who were unfamiliar people.
　But...

"What's wrong with you now? You're eating a monster or something. ...well, it's delicious. The more you chew, the deeper the taste spreads through your mouth. -- don't want to drink."
"I'll tell you just in case, I don't drink."

　Ray says so in a somewhat dumbfounded tone to a soldier in his forties.
　They are now in the middle of a camp, and, furthermore, a few hours ago, there is a survivor of a bloody blade who was based here and engaged in bandits.
　I could never get drunk in front of such people, even if I had been broken by the murder and anger of the watchman Ray.
　Soldiers who complained about their desire for alcohol probably knew it. Scratch your shoulders and bite into the overnight drying of an octopus that has been broiled on a bonfire.

"By the way, item boxes are really convenient, aren't they?" how we can eat such fresh sea fish in the camp."
"Yes, I really think so, too. Sometimes I'm sent to work like this, but on the first day or so, on the second day or so, it's like baked bread and dried meat."
"Oh, don't make fun of the dried meat. I'd like to say that dried meat tastes pretty good with soup ingredients, too. It depends on your cooking skills... but you can't carry cooking utensils or anything."
"Certainly. If I could afford to carry cooking utensils, I'd add more portions."

　They dine in front of the bonfire, talking among themselves.
　Eventually, the soldiers will take turns watching the bloody blades and guarding the surroundings, each eating and preparing for the encampment.
　Fortunately, Ray was the most active person in the case and was exempt from the field watch.
　But Sett remained vigilant, lying down near the magic tent Ray had set up a short distance away.
　Then the night goes by.





"... Huh?"

　At night, Ray suddenly wakes up while sleeping in a bed inside a magic tent.
　I turned my eyes to the entrance to the magic tent, where Seto was thrusting his face into the tent.

"Grull".
"Oh, I know,"

　Responding to Seto's alarmist voice, he wears clothes such as Slapnil's shoes and dragon robes, and takes his watch out of the mistling to check the time.
　past 2 a.m.
　Even when I'm in Japan, it's already midnight. Naturally, very few people are awake in this Elgin.
　Even though Ray had lived in this world for more than a year, his life rhythm was naturally ingrained in him.
　But there's something going on that can reverse it... or know it's going to happen, get dressed in less than a minute, and you're out of the magic tent.
　We look around the tent, but it's very quiet in the camp because many people are sleeping.
　Sometimes you hear a faint voice, but it's probably the voice of the watchmen around you.
　Ray and Sett are walking towards the sound of the voice.
　Eventually, as expected, they succeed in finding three soldiers in the expedition.
　They probably found Ray over there, just as Ray found him over there.
　Soldiers tried to point their spears at Ray, who suddenly appeared, but when they saw Sett next to Ray, they immediately recognized him. lower the tip of a spear

"What's the matter with you in the middle of the night?" I wish you wouldn't be too surprised."
"Oh, you can leave the watch to us and sleep?"
"Oh, but you're welcome to a late-night snack."

　Listening to each of his words, Ray took his spear out of the mistling without saying anything...

"What? Hey, what the hell..."

　Ignoring one of the soldiers saying something, he throws a spear with a few steps of running.
　The spear, released at a speed as if it were passing through the air, snaps the face of the soldier who stopped at Ray's sudden action and plunges into the bushes.

"Giggle!"

　a momentary scream
　The soldier was dumbfounded by the spear that flew in the track that made him touch his cheek, but he immediately turned around to hear the screams that came right behind him.

"What!"
"An enemy attack!"

　The other soldier was not thrown a spear at him, so he was quick to recover.
　Take a whistle out of your pocket and breathe in heavily.
　A high-pitched sound reverberates to the surroundings, half forcing the soldiers asleep in the tent to wake up.
　The sound must have been a signal to the attackers. The bush around where Ray had just thrown his spear swings violently... the next moment several small figures pop out of it.

"Slurrurling.

　a set that leaps into the shadows that have come out
　A blow from the swinging forefeet shattered the head against the person who jumped out of the bushes.

"Goo-goo-goo-goo-goo-goo!"

　Another shadow of the headless comrade cried out, when Sett's forefeet shook again, smashing the other's head again, and at the same time piercing the other's head.
　Having lost three of his companions in an instant, the existence emerges one after another from the bushes without fear.
　Then the moonlight falls on the person coming out of the forest, and the soldiers finally understand what is coming.

"Goblin!? d*mn it, here!"
"Bloody-edged men told you, didn't they? I'm using magic items to ward off monsters, and I heard that goblins are getting lost since yesterday. They're like that, too. . !"

　speak to one's colleagues and stick out one's spear
　The sharp-pointed spear penetrates the chest of a goblin as it attempts to break away from Seto and into the camp.

(That's strange, isn't it? Keeping the Magic Tent Monster at bay is not effective...I understand it's ineffective considering the size of this camp, but why is the magic item used by the bloody blade still ineffective?)

　Listening to the soldiers, a flash of death-size from the mistling. cut off the torso of two goblins into upper and lower bodies
　the odor of thick blood spreading around
　If it were noon, we would have clearly identified meat, bones, or internal organs spilling off the section.

(though no one would want to see the internal organs of a goblin.)

　With that in mind, he cuts one of the goblins he tries to pass by with a death-size blade, thrusting the stonemate in the opposite direction toward the goblin, and thrusting it into the dove tail.
　With the goblin stuck in it, he lifted it with all his might and threw it at the goblin in a short distance.

"Giggle!"They look toward the camp, listening to the two screaming together.
　About ten men were heading towards Ray's battle, and some soldiers were heading elsewhere.

(I see, is it penetrating the camp not just from this side but from the whole surrounding area? and yet there are quite a few who have run away from the Goblin settlement."

　They probably judged Ray to be a strong opponent. The goblins try to stay away from Ray as far as possible from the camp, but Ray moves around and slashes the goblins, observing the whole camp.

(No, or a goblin who was attacking here in the evening brought in his friend...) there's a tent here, and it's enough for the goblins.)

　Using Slapnil shoes, they run a few steps up into the air and land in the forest.
　...yes, in the forest. In other words, into a group of goblins.

"Hit!"

　There is no particular leader in the goblin community.
　In the sense of leader, there was a hobgoblin, which was also killed by Evelygi in the evening.
　That's why it's troubling. With no individual to lead, they are on their way to the camp without making a decision like withdrawal.

(It's easy not to have anyone to put together, but instead we have to fight on and on.)

　Moreover, now only at night, goblins are more violent.
　No, it was probably because they became violent at night that they were motivated to attack the camp once removed in the evening.
　It must have something to do with the gathering of scattered companions into a larger group.

"Powerslash!"

　It's roaring!

　The powerslash, released with all its might, cuts off several thin trees growing around it along with more than five goblins.
　The stench of thick blood scattered around the area had increased the ferocity of the goblin.

"You're going to run away in the daytime... that's troublesome!"

　Death-sized blades sparkle in the dark, one by one, and one by one, the Goblin's life disappears.
　And after a few minutes had passed... all that remained in Ray's place was the smell of the body of the goblin and the blood and fluid of the goblin floating about it.

"Well, this is what a goblin looks like when it's violent,"

　mutter, turn to Seto, who is trampling on the goblin far from himself.
　Sett usually fights with Ray, but in this case he probably decided it would be more efficient to fight separately.
　The waving forefeet literally shatters the head or rips the upper half of the body.
　Watching Sett's battle, Ray also heads for reinforcements from his equally remote allies.





"...you were lucky that there were no deaths."

　Most of the goblins have been killed, and the few surviving goblins have finally escaped, and Langa mutters to the approaching Ray.

"Oh, there seems to have been some injuries... but after all, it's a goblin."

　She nods a little and responds, stroking Seto's head next to her.
　Perhaps it felt good, Seto squints his eyes and purrs in a cheerful tone.
　Watching them alone, Ranga feels his rough feelings calm down.

"I repelled the goblins that attacked me at any rate, and I doubt they will attack me again, given how badly I've been beaten. at least one night to-night."
"I suppose so. But still..."
"I know," I'm going to keep a little more watch, just in case. that the blood-stained blades might not escape in confusion."

　The Goblin raids naturally attacked those with bloodstained blades tied to ropes, but sentinels had successfully repelled them.
　But it would be impossible for no one to think of running away at that time.
　Ray nods to Ranga's decision.
　If you run away, I'll make you regret being born. I had declared it in that way, but I didn't know that I would lay my hopes on a ray of hope.

"Well, I'll leave that up to you. It's only midnight, and I'll let you sleep a little more. I'm going to wake up again when monsters attack me, so please take good care of me."

　Ranga nods at Ray's words and then Ray goes back towards the Magic Tent.
　...and there was no sign of being ravaged by the goblins, perhaps because the magic tent kept the weak monsters away.