When Ray arrived at the dining room, he saw something similar to what was going on in front of the stairs.
　Five knights were surrounded by rioters, but all of them were actually on the floor.
　Several knights have suffered minor bruises and cuts, but they are almost intact.
　Knights who train hard every day, and those who attack this inn as rioters. Such a difference clearly manifested itself in the scene.
　Nevertheless, there are still nearly twenty of the rioters, and they are watching for an opportunity surrounding the knights.
　The advantage of the knights, unlike the battle before the stairs, is to keep them from climbing the stairs...In other words, you don't have to stay in one place, and you can use all the large restaurants as a battlefield.
　That, on the contrary, is a possibility of being attacked from behind, unlike the knights who guarded the stairs.

"Oh, my God, Salnice's, your brother's enemy!"

　One of the rioters shouts his sword down at the knight in front of him.
　My brother's enemy. That alone made the knight realize why the man in front of him attacked me, but that doesn't mean he can't do it quietly.
　The sword that is wielded is accepted by its own sword, and then it is passed away and struck to the body.
　However, since the sword held by the knight was not drawn in the sheath, it was effective as a weapon to strike rather than cut.
　It was an attack out of the judgment that it would be better to take him prisoner than to kill him, but the blow that was delivered was still extremely powerful.
　A mob whose torso has been punched hard, falls unconscious on the floor.

"It's the result of a battle on the battlefield. Don't tell me to forgive you."

　a knight muttering a momentary glance at a man who fell unconscious on the floor
　In order to gather information, he chose not to kill them here, but to swoon them and take them prisoner, but to... attack the nobles whom the Empire of Bestia had directly invited.
　Even so, the aristocrats of a small country could have managed to mislead them.
　But he has fought against the Vestian Empire for many years... that is, the nobility of the kingdom of Mileana, a power of comparable strength. He is also known as one of the three major factions in the kingdom, the Larkus frontier.
　And most importantly, the aristocrats of the countries where the Westian Empire was practically defeated in the Spring War.
　Given all the bad conditions so far, it would never have been possible for the Empire of Bestia to exonerate the rioters at the risk of national honor. After extracting the information, they will no doubt be executed...or sold off as criminal slaves.
　a knight who thinks for a moment that it might be happier to die here.
　But I immediately decided that this was not the time for me to think of unnecessary things like that.

"What's this?"

　Suddenly I hear my colleague's voice... that's more like a scream than a surprise.
　He was there, losing his right arm and attacking a knight with a dagger in his left hand, without showing any signs of pain, even though he was cut with a long sword blade hanging from his shoulder.
　If you're just a mobster, it's only natural that if you're beaten off, let alone amputated, you'll be paralyzed by pain.
　But the man in front of the knight's gaze, if ever he were a man... or, even if he were a knight, he was so seriously wounded that he could not move with great pain, but he attacked him without losing his fighting spirit at all.
　The Knight, who was surprised by the appearance, was momentarily slow to move, and tried to protect himself with his arms to lessen the damage from the blade of the dagger, which he wielded at his face.
　At the next moment, the sound of meat crashing to the ground echoes around.
　The knight, who was about to be attacked, notices that his arm was intact.
　And instead of the mob that had been in front of him until just a few seconds ago as if he had no pain, he wore a familiar robe.

"Are you safe?"

　The man, Ray, asks, observing the mob lying on the dining room floor, and the knight nods back.

"Oh, oh! It was a close call."
"Well, it's impossible to predict that there's no sign of being frightened by the pain even after all that damage. ...not a zombie!?"
"That's not true. He was speaking properly, and he was less slow than a zombie... didn'

　Ray and Knights talking to each other and knocking down the attacking mobs.
　Ray is a dagger still in the sheath, and the knight knocks the rioters with the sword's belly.
　Most rioters are frightened or stunned by pain at the stroke of Ray or Knight.

`It's been quite a while since I left the Celemus Plain, and I don't want to think that there's going to be an undead!'

　The attack of a mob with a rough spear, which is simply tied to the tip of a wooden stick with a string, is launched up with a dagger, and then it enters the bosom of the surprised opponent and buries the sheath of the dagger in the dove.

"Oh, my!"

　A man who falls to the ground in an instant, spitting out what is in his stomach.
　Without even looking at him, Ray wields a scabbard at the next mob.
　A lightly leaping dagger's handle hits the temporal area of the head, instantly losing consciousness and falling to the ground.
　He wields a dagger in a sheath twice or three times as a weapon, killing the mob one after another.

"Wow, oh, oh,

　One of the rioters watching it tried to wield his spear, as if he could not bear the sight of his comrades falling down one after another.
　The movement of the spear stops with a click.
　Instead of thrusting him, he tried to swing his spear sideways and got stuck at the dining room desk.
　Professional adventurers, guards, mercenaries and knights who are used to using spears make mistakes.
　It was a fatal mistake because he was an ordinary person who usually didn't have to pick up arms.

"Huh!"

　In an instant, but certain moment, the mob's consciousness was turned to the spear, and he jumped inside the man's interval to bury the sheath of the dagger in the dove.
　a mob who, in a moment, turns white and crumbles down to the spot

"I've found it, you know,"What!"

　A mob near him angrily thrusts out his sword.
　The speed of the thrusted sword is incomparably faster than that of the mob. No, it was comparable to the knights here.

"What!"

　Ray didn't think all the rioters were amateurs... but the speed of his thrusts was still comparable to those who made a living fighting there.
　The dagger he was holding immediately was used to make a thrust, and then he went inside the opponent's space, and buried the dagger in the pigeon-tail using the power of the man.

"Oh my gosh!

　a man who blows away with an eerie scream
　A blow that would normally have been fatal, unlike others who had just fainted.
　But the blown-off man stands up as if nothing had happened.

"...is he the same as the one before?"

　The figure of a man who had just been slashed with his surplice passes through Ray's mind for a moment.
　I didn't know why, but I'm afraid the pain is paralyzed and some kind of strengthening is being done.

"I'm sure there's someone behind the scenes," But...

　mutter, and pause to avoid the man's attack again with a few centimeters or even a few millimeters of abandonment.

`Magic tricks can never be understood twice or three times once you show them!'

　Avoid the thrust, grab the stretched arm and beat it to the ground with all your might.
　Surely you don't feel any pain, but you can't do anything about moving your body without using your body. Then Ray instantly takes the death size out of the mistling and stokes it twice into the back of the man's knee on the floor.
　There is a loud noise around me, but perhaps because I shook down the stonemate too fast, I could only hear it once.

"d*mn, d*mn, d*mn!"

　He is a man who tries to stand up, but he doesn't feel pain, but he can't stand up because his knees are physically broken.
　Even so, perhaps because his arms are safe, he tries to stand up with his sword as his support.

"Give it up."

　mutter, shake a death-size stonghold down on the elbow of the right hand holding the sword, and then continue to crush the joint with the stonghold continuously with the elbow of the left hand.
　In the end, the only man left was a man whose limbs had been broken and who could only scratch algae like caterpillars.

"What are you doing?"

　One of the rioters who sees Ray runs to Ray with a chair in his arms as the battle continues with the knight.
　He must have been thinking of knocking the chair he held in his hands against Ray, but from behind he blows it off with a long sword in a sheath.

"Ray, that's..."
"Oh, it's probably something that's meant in this attack."

　Ray calls out to the knight, looking at the man, who seems completely painless despite his broken limbs.
　While we are talking, the rioters in the dining room attack us, but as if they were nothing more than rioters, we store the difficult death size in the dining room in Mistilling and exchange words with the knight, handling it with a dagger in a similar sheath.

"It's unusual not to feel pain, and it's very aggressive... I don't know. Is it your natural ability? Or did someone else do something about this?""As far as the movement goes, it looks like he's been trained to some extent. Then it's not the former...!"

　Rey nods to the knight's words, beating up the mob with a sword sheath.

"I guess. Worst of all, I thought he didn't feel any pain from the beginning..."
"There are some others,"

　Even a knight has fought one similar opponent a little while ago, and I see several of my colleagues fighting the same way.
　That being the case, it's a little hard to imagine that someone with such an ability accidentally attacked the inn.

"Well, it's probably the most powerful piece of hand over there. At this rate, I think the stables have some strength to spare, but I don't think a man who doesn't feel any pain can manage Sett."

　The knight who heard the word suddenly comes to mind.

"Wait! Is this attack a positive one, and you're pulling us here and you're going to do something about the horses and the cabs, not Seto?"
"There is a possibility... but what's the point of doing it? It's true that trained military horses and horse-drawn carts are expensive, but the local magistrate has let them do it this far." If we could make up for it by handing over a better carriage or a better horse to us, I'd be more than happy to do it. . . !"

　blow off a chair that flew at one's attention with a swing of one's arm
　One of the mobs who saw it screamed impatiently.

"Don't be silly, you murderer! It's my brother's enemy, I'll kill him!"

　Ray frowns slightly at the words of a man in his late teens and early twenties.

(They, at least, including that man, are serious about our lives. Did someone design this to be so?)

　He keeps his distance from the man, avoiding the mobs lying on the table and floor, while questioning inside.
　At Ray's face, the man twitchs... but he smiles as if he had been caught in a trap.
　In an instant, a gap in the table and some of the mobs lying on the floor suddenly rose up and thrust themselves into Ray...

"Sweet,"

　Perhaps because Ray's speed through the floor exceeded the men's expectations, the men who jumped at him hit each other head-on and collapsed to the floor.
　Watching this situation from the side, Ray hurriedly reaches for a club on a nearby table, burying his dagger sheath in his pigeontail and losing consciousness.

"Please do that!"
"I know!"

　The knight responds to Ray's call and swings his sword sheath at the men who are lying on the floor, or at the men who have stopped without knowing his speed.

"I'm going to be done soon,"

　Looking around, most of the mobs have fainted, and the battle is already almost over.
　Some knights are slightly injured, but few are seriously or fatally injured.
　When Ray confirmed it, he gave a sigh of relief to the knight and headed for the stable.