"You know, don't pretend to go out into town alone. As I was advised, this town smells bad. I'm sure there will be some trouble, but you don't have to take it all by yourself."

　At the inn's cafeteria, Elk tells everyone there.
　Hearing it next door, Dusker nods in agreement with Elk.

"If possible, we should have walked through this town and camped by the side of the road. But since I'm here as a nobleman in the Kingdom of Milliana, I'm not very happy to hear that I'm afraid of attacks. And..."

　So once he pauses, Dusker glances at the crowd in the dining room before continuing.

"I trust you. Okay? It's not trust. Trust me. You guys who have lived, trained, and walked with me. There are also Ray, who is nicknamed the Raijin's axe and crimson at the Rank A party. The knight I trust and the adventurer of great ability. Under these circumstances, no one will be able to hurt me, no matter who attacks me. Besides, as I'm sure everyone felt before coming to this inn, there are quite a few people who have malicious intentions. There will definitely be an attack. I look forward to their respective efforts."

　After Dusker's words, he allocates a waiting space to the knights.
　The good news is that Dusker was booked for this stay.
　There were several guests, but they have already been moved to another inn at the request of the magistrate.
　Some of them were aristocrats of the Vestian Empire, but L'Arcus, who was also an aristocrat of the kingdom of Milliana, was probably more important.
　Most of the knights are on standby in the inn, and each of them goes to his or her place.
　In the meantime, Ray was first ordered to stand by in his room.
　Ray heads towards the Elk before heading to his room, as each of them was at a stand-by.
　Dusker is no longer seen in the dining room. He and Minn, Rodos and Knights have been evacuated to the finest rooms in the hotel.
　Only Ray and Elk and the knights waiting to be replaced remain in the dining room.
　Meanwhile, Elk approaches Ray and calls out to him.

"Ray, I'm sure you know..."
"Oh, apparently we are quite famous in the Westian Empire."
"That's true, isn't it? ... especially about you. I think I was well-known in my own way, but there is no doubt that you are superior to me within the Vestian Empire. It's notorious, though."

　As Elk talks to him, he realizes that Ray is hardly nervous.
　When I know that I'm being targeted -- I'm a dusker, I'm convinced, in my heart, that it's normal to show some kind of agitation.
　If you're Ray, who you've been dating, it's only natural.

"If there's anyone who's attacked me, I'd like you to keep me alive if possible. I'd like to know the other side of the other side."

　Seeing Ray nod to the words, Elk nods satisfactorily and leaves the dining room.
　But Ray, who was looking at her back, was told to be careful, which made her feel slightly depressed about how much she thought she couldn't catch alive.

(I don't know about that either.

　I thought so, but considering what I had done so far, I felt that Elk's advice was reasonable, and I let out a sigh again.





"Kill, kill, kill." I'll definitely kill him."
"Well, the only way to get back what you've left in the field is to kill the cause. No, if you get it back, you'll be incomparably stronger than when you run away. Yes, it gets stronger. and you don't have to be ashamed to run away in the face of the enemy again."
"Yes, I'm going to kill him. Never... by any means, surely."

　a building not far from the inn where the Rays are staying More than a dozen men muttered in the basement.
　The voice echoes through the cellar, but there is no sign that everyone is concentrating only on their own voice, or that they can hear others.
　The few exceptions would be the voices of women who would occasionally come naturally into the group of men.
　There is also a sweet and bewitching scent burning, which gradually dulls the consciousness of men's consciousness.
　As she wanders around the cellar, she sometimes gently caresses the men's heads and whispered in their ears.

(I managed to make it in time, but... it's slower than I expected. Maybe it's because I saw crimson firsthand. ... well, there must have been an incident that instilled fear in these children. Flame tornado, dear.)

　I've only heard rumors, but I didn't see them in personally. Thus she could not imagine a tornado of flames -- a fire whirlwind -- that would instill fear in the viewer.

(However, since you are invited to the Bestian Empire, you cannot use such a large-scale offensive magic in the streets. You don't have to worry too much about that. I suppose the rest is Gryphon.)

　While thinking this way, the woman does what she has to do, and changes the men in her own direction with the smell of incense and words of magic.
　It's no matter how close it is to abandoned pieces, to women it's something that they've made themselves. Besides, it would be meaningless if it were done so easily in order to check the ability other than crimson, which is the purpose of the attack.

(Well, I think we should make it a little stronger.)

　After murmuring and agreeing, he whispered again in his ear in a magical voice.

"You guys are strong. I'm going to prove it to everyone. Even if one of your hands or legs is amputated, it won't interfere with your actions. If you lose your right hand, hold a weapon in your left hand. If you lose your left hand, kick it with your foot, or hit it, and fight even if it bites the enemy's throat. By doing so, we can prove your strength to everyone. The stigma of running away from the battlefield was something wrong."

　The voices that come out of women's mouths permeate into the minds of men.
　in order to remove the restraints which the human body originally imposes so as not to hurt its own body, to paralyze the sensation of pain, and to kill the enemy by any means without hindering the brain's function.
　That's the way we should take, and that's the way to get rid ourselves of it.
　endlessly and simply endlessly the light of some lights and the sweet smell floating around the room and a voice of magic. In the presence of only these three, men were able to re-create their consciousness.





"Are you done?"

　When a woman leaves the cellar, she is approached like that.
　When I looked over there, I saw a man in his twenties.
　She is one of the women and will lead the attack.

"Yes, I managed to make it on time." I'll ask you to do the rest."

　a woman who says so with a smile
　The voices are so comfortable that you wouldn't think they belonged to someone who had just broken, paralyzed, and remade men.
　In addition, the language is different from what we used to talk about on the street, and it is used only for those who are willing to do so.
　Perhaps the man understands it, he hands the water of fruit to the woman."Thank you. Are you ready there?"
"We gathered a certain number of people, but after all, they are only small fish."

　Even a man must have had his own feelings about the poor quality of his troops. Discontent oozes in the tone.

"What are you going to do about quality here?" This time it's just a reconnaissance to measure the opponent's military strength, so if you're concerned with quality, do it in real time."
"But..."
"What?"

　He tried to say something back, but when he looked at me as hard as to say, "Do you have any complaints?" I shook my head slightly.

"No, you're right. I'm sorry, Moura."
"Well, Sistoy is too particular. It's okay to be particular about your obsession, but it's meaningless to be too particular about strange things."
"Well..."

　Neither the man called Sistoy nor the woman called Moura seem to care at all about brainwashing or disposable people.
　Despite knowing that those who sent him would die.
　As people who have lived in the underworld for many years, there is probably no such thing as guilt around here.

"Look, you're free until night, aren't you? Then hang out for a cup of tea."
"...is this no good?"

　Sistoy's gaze was on fruit water in his hand.
　Hearing the words, Moura looks at the wooden cup in her hand, breathing out a stunned sigh.
　The temperature is still hot during the day, although it's a late summer or early autumn season. It was probably still cold when I put it in the glass, but given the amount of time it took for Moura to get out of the cellar, it was only natural that it was warm.

"I'd rather have hot tea than hot fruit water like this." It's not like you don't have enough time, so hang out with me a little bit."
"... All right,"

　After comparing the fruit water in his hand with Moura's face, Sistoy drinks up the remaining fruit water with a moment of regret and follows Moura.
　If it's drinkable, it's either warm fruit water or tea... it's water, isn't it? That's what I had in mind.

(I think it's better than slurping muddy water at least.)

　She mutters to herself, recalling that she had lived through the slums since she was little.
　That's all I can think of.

(Do you remember the past? Me? Why did you do something meaningless... No, this is...)

　Something cold ran down my spine for a moment, but I frown slightly.
　what we call the sixth sense in ourselves It was because I felt that it was alarming.
　Having lived in the underworld for a reasonably long time, I cannot ignore the workings of the sixth sense.
　I've been helped by that feeling many times.

"A little cisty," What are you doing in a daze? Here we go."
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry." Just think about it a little thought."

　He shakes his head slightly and shakes off his bad feeling, but still calls out to Moura, unable to ignore the alarm inside him.

"Well, this time we're just going to look at their strength, aren't we?"
"Huh? Of course. What are you talking about now?"
"No, I have a bad feeling,"

　Moura frowns slightly when she hears the words from Sistoy's mouth.

"Don't do that," Your hunch is a subtle guess. and only bad things."
"But it's not because you like me,"
"...how long, by the way?"
"You've been betrayed by your client's nobles before, and attacked from behind by the Knights. It's better than that."
"Ugh,"

　The voice that leaked out of Moura's mouth was not something that a woman in her twenties could make.
　the case of the aristocrats who were willing to silence themselves when they had done their job.
　It was a battle in which many skilled knights were prepared to die.
　But I've managed to get through the situation, and I'm here all right.
　Naturally, the aristocrats who betrayed them took a few days to slowly peel, shave meat, shave bones, daub salt, and so on, in retaliation, and they regretted their actions to death.
　Moura recalls them and looks gloomy.

"Let's focus on safety tonight."
"Well, that's good,"

　Needless to say, safety in this case is not the safety of the hands, but their own safety.

"I didn't think it would be an easy job to deal with, including the crimson I heard... but it seems to be harder than I expected."
"That can't be helped. It's because I'm struggling, no matter how you look at it, that's why I got the job transferred here."
"Yes, I see," ... well, if you're too far away, you won't find it. I'll keep my spirits alive until night comes."

　Sistoy nods as if to agree to Moura telling her so, and this time the two of us move to drink tea.
　All that remained was the faintly sweet smell that drifted from the cellar, which would have evaporated in less time.