After the attackers retreated, five others, including Ray, Rodos, Luzzi, Veicur and Most, had moved a short distance.
　Since we used the smoke screen, we thought it would not be difficult to judge that something had happened there from other places.
　Fortunately, the smokescreen disappeared not long after the assassins had withdrawn, but it still covered its surroundings with smoke that could be seen from afar. It would be strange to think that nobody would come to see what happened.
　That would almost certainly end up with Ray being questioned by the security forces.
　Of course, there was no problem with being asked about the situation, but it was troublesome to have the time, and above all, it was a measure to avoid the fact that there was no one in the security forces who had a grudge against Ray.

`Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

　Rodos, the only one in the party who is out of breath, finally breathes deeply and calmly.
　What he has in his hand is fruit water from Ray's mistling.

"Isn't there a little problem with a warrior running out of strength?"

　Ruzzi muttered dumbly, but Rodos looked back with a fixed look, carrying fruit water into his mouth.

"Then, after you've trained Ray to the limit, you'll be attacked by an assassin."
"…I'm sorry, I can't." I mean, I've been able to survive in that condition."

　You must have remembered your training with Ray. Not only Rodos, but even Veicul nods at the sight of his simple retort.
　The only reason most people say nothing is because they are basically wizards and not as well trained as two others.
　and yet he has been repeatedly wielded his dagger.

"Well, anyway," You'd better go back to your inn now. There'll definitely be guards or something there."

　Security in the imperial capital has become stricter because of the already open competition.
　Moreover, the number of participants who failed to win the preliminary round was quite large, and many of them still remain in the imperial capital.
　Many participants in a competition are quiet because they are disqualified if they cause an incident. However, losing in the preliminary round will no longer be a drag.
　That's why fighting-like disturbances have become more frequent, and since the Imperial Guard has invited many tourists and dignitaries, it's only natural that patrols will become more strict.

"Well, I think you'd better let your mother and Dusker know,"

　a muttering rhodos
　Here we can see how much credibility Rodos has in Elk, where his name is not mentioned.
　In fact, the three Luzzis who were listening to Ray and Rodos nearby were surprised that Elk's name was not mentioned.
　But Ray, who already knows Rodos' motherhood, nods easily without sticking around.

"Then shall we go? I will go with the people around me on guard. They may pretend to have withdrawn once, and then come back again soon to surprise us. Or there could be a completely different organization attacking them."
"...are you persistent in attacking me?"

　I can't believe it. With that expression on his face, Rodos nods and opens his mouth, taking it for granted.

"There was an attack on the way to the imperial capital." I don't know how I used it in particular, but I can't tell if I'm numb to pain, or if I'm too strong to imagine. He manipulates people in that way, and when he is further captured, he goes unconscious. I don't know what kind of means they'll use."
"Well, the bell seems to be a very famous organization. I'm afraid that's all I can do."

　The bell of repose of the soul. The moment the name comes out, the Luzzi's movement stops.

"... you know? Didn't you just say the bell of repose?"

　a veicur who timidly asks.
　Being a thief, he must be familiar with that kind of rumor.
　No, it's not just Vaicul. Ruzzi and Morst alike have incredible glances at Ray and Rodos.

"According to the information we have obtained, it seems to be true that the organization is running at the bell of repose."

　a casual reply to Ray
　Luzzi and others understand it and stop on the spot.
　Just a few steps ahead, Ray and Rodos stop and look back and open their mouths when they find that the three of them are not following.

"What's the matter?"
"... no, not what's the matter." How can you be so natural when the organization is aiming for a bell to repose souls?"

　a veicul muttering disbelief at the person in front of him
　Being active in the Vestian Empire, I know the horror of the organization called the Bell of Souls.
　Of course I've never been directly involved.
　If I were directly involved, I wouldn't be here by now. To the extent that it seems so, the organization called the Bell of Souls was a well-known organization within the Empire of Bestia.
　That's why I can't believe how calm Ray and Rodos are when they're being targeted by such an organization.

"You may say so," I was originally an adventurer of the Kingdom of Mileana, and it would be better to be surprised at that, however well-known an institution in the Empire of Bestia."

　an easy‐going Ray
　In the first place, Ray made enemies of the Empire itself in the Spring War. In addition, they are now employed by Vihela and Theoreum, who help them with actions that could lead to civil war.
　And above all, the noise of a Rank S adventurer who only exists in the world. Now that I have faced this person head-on, I don't feel much threatened by the organization called the Bell of Souls.

"Well, I understand what Ray says. If I were working with my father, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

　It was the same with Rodos.
　Not to mention the Kingdom of Milliana, but the neighboring countries... even in the longtime enemy of the Empire of Bestia, the nickname of the God of Thunder's axe is ringing.
　Born as the son of such a person, Rodos has always seen strength close to him that is impossible for a human being.
　Regardless of being substandard in many ways, such as Ray's, I couldn't have such a sense of crisis even when the organizations behind me were told to do so.

"...I've heard that there are some users who can contend with the Rank A adventurer."

　Veicul, half-slowly telling them how they looked.
　However, the reaction that the remark caused was unexpected.

"Oh. Rank A?"

　Ray with a fierce smile.
　Having seen it up close, Vaicul takes a few steps back, not knowing what had happened.
　Noticing it, Ray clenched his fist as if he wanted an enemy of rank A to attack him.
　a person who has been called an outsider Even from my point of view, it's even more out of the ordinary, Rank S adventurer's noise.
　I want to beat the man. That feeling welcomed the presence of an enemy equivalent to Rank A.
　If it means Rank A, Elk and his wife Min are also Rank A. However, as long as they were employed as Dusker's bodyguards, they could not have been asked for combat training, and above all, if Elk and Ray were serious about combat training, the surrounding area would be literally reduced to ashes.
　In other words, Ray says that to fight against noise...no, it's essential to have a strong opponent to beat noise, and he doesn't wish to have someone with the same fighting power as Rank A.

"Oh, just a little. You're not thinking anything strange, are you?"

　Vaicul, who has finally regained his self, timidly asks, but Ray nods, erasing the fierce smile he had kept on his face a moment.

"Well, you don't have to do anything from me," but I think we'll have to deal with it if they attack us."
"... you're full of heart to do something."

　Mumbling dumbfoundedly, listening to themselves.
　As you walk through the city with some dangerous conversation like that, passersby begin to appear around you.The place I mentioned is where Ray was taught by a long-standing empty house as a place to train himself because there are few people around.
　That is to say, the force of the bell of repose of souls may have been attacked because there were few people in sight. That's what Ray thinks so.
　In fact, he was an assassin from an organization completely unrelated to the bell, but during the battle, Ray recognized that the other party was the one who played the bell.
　But... this misunderstanding has led to far fewer people in the organization targeting Ray.
　The assassins who returned with information that Ray was being targeted by the bell of repose reported it to the head. The organization knew that the bell was about to snatch the target, and decided to quietly withdraw from Ray.
　What happens if we oppose an organization of the largest size and power in the empire? It was a choice because I understood it.
　Ray, completely unaware that his behavior was like that, suddenly turns his gaze to the smell that stimulates his appetite.
　There is a stand selling skewers and the smell of scorching sauce wafts around it.
　Ray and others are not the only ones stopping. Other passers-by also stopped unconsciously and looked at the smelly stall.

"It looks delicious," Why don't we have a bite?"

　It wasn't Ray... it was Luzzi who said that first.
　Already the gaze is fixed on the skewered meat.
　It was the same for others.
　Rodos was very much in action in mock battles with Ray and attacks by assassins, and neither Luzzi nor the other three of the Furyu tusks wanted to miss out on delicious food.
　Not to mention Ray.
　The Lays head for the stall.

"Come on in! How about our proud skewer? It's fresh and delicious now!"

　The shopkeeper said so, and the other staff was dipping the skewer into sauce and putting it back on the fire.
　Then the burnt smell of the sauce spreads around you and stimulates your appetite.

"Give me five,"
"Give me three bottles."
"Three bottles over here."
"Two bottles would do,"

　While Luzzi, Most, Rodos, and Veicul each place their orders, Ray also says the same. However...

"Thirty bottles."

　The amount I ordered was different.

"What?"
"What?"

　A man who seems to be the owner and a woman who seems to be his wife look at Ray's order dumbfounded.
　That's only natural. The skewers at this stall are delicious, but they are therefore more expensive than ordinary skewers.
　I ordered 30 bottles at once, so it was no use thinking about it.
　But Ray never seems to correct it and re-speaks his order.

"Thirty,"
"... yes, I am!"

　a shopkeeper scrambling to prepare fresh skewers
　For the time being, I will hand over the number of orders from all the members except Ray.
　Then, put the remaining skewers into Ray.
　Fortunately, there were quite a few skewers prepared after cooking, so it must have been fortunate to be able to easily handle orders for 30 lays.
　Ray and others are buying skewers and leaving.
　He brought it to his mouth immediately and exclaimed with delight at the rich taste of the sauce and the flavor of the meat.
　It's a sight that I can't believe I've been fighting for my life.
　Even after the lays left, the skewers in the stalls would continue to be sold... and soon all the skewers they had prepared in less than an hour would be sold out.
　Many of the customers around me wondered why they had only prepared this, but the owner of the stall bowed his head and tried to close the stall.





"...what did you think when you saw it up close?"
"It's a monster,"

　While pulling the stalls, they talk to each other in a low voice that people around them can't hear.
　If anyone had tried to listen to them by any means, they would not have heard them, albeit not in the midst of the crowd around them.
　These two could be Moura and Sistoy, actually members of the Sacred Bell.
　The two, who had been collecting information about Ray and Dusker, had discovered that assassins from other organizations were moving and decided to observe them closely under the influence of the sloth, and had set up a stall there.
　The reason why it was such a stall was probably because Ray had been informed that he was greedy for food.
　As a result, I was able to observe Ray up close without any particular difficulty... and the result was the words that came out of Sistoy's mouth.

"To be honest, it seemed quite different from the previous attack. It may have something to do with the attack we lost sight of before."
"... what I found out in the end was that crimson had become stronger."

　When the presence of noise came into contact with Ray, of course the hands of the bell were watching it. But no one noticed the person was noise because he was disguising himself with magic items.
　As a result, most people, not just the two of them, are left unable to see why Ray has become greedy for strength because of the noise.