Sunlight falling from the sun is already definitely different from summer, and it hardly feels hot.
　Clouds flowing through the sky are often shaped like sweeps with brooms.
　In such a low autumn weather, Ray was walking through the imperial capital to the spot where he had been attacked by an assassin while training with Rodos.
　There are clearly fewer people around the city, perhaps because of the main competition.
　Moreover, Ray himself is walking to a less popular place, which makes the number of people even smaller.

(I should be in trouble otherwise.)

　Mumbling inwardly, Ray goes down the road, making sure the dragon lobe hood hides his face tightly.
　There are still some people around us, but they are still living their normal lives without any concern whether they realize that Ray is walking near them.
　The reason why Ray, who is targeted by the Moonlight Bow, is acting alone away from Rodos and others is simple. in the hope of being attacked
There's one.
　Ray himself, however, does not believe that it is the Moonlight's bow that is aimed at him. I was still aware that it was a bell of repose.
　Still, watching Vaicul's life in the game the day before shows that he has no choice whatsoever.
　Abnormalities that aim for life calmly in a competition, and even the behavior of targeting the Vaicul around it, not Ray.
　When you think about them, there is no doubt that if you are attacked around the city carelessly, the surrounding area will be severely damaged.
　...that kind of pretense was necessary for Ray to use himself as a trap to attract the assassins.
　Of course, the whole premise is not false. Well, almost everything is true, too.
　But Ray's feeling is that he now wants to fight a little stronger opponents and gain experience.
　Ray's own combat experience is so diverse and rich that he doesn't care about the adventurers around him.
　If you're going to fight an ordinary opponent, there's no problem at all. But...

(Noise to the other party) there are only three people in the world, Rank S adventurers)

　Remembering the first game of the noise I saw the day before, I muttered to myself, and I was very conscious of my opponent.
　I'm still not strong enough to fight the infamous noise. It was half instinctive when it happened to encounter noise.
　The noise was the first round of the game the day before, but the game has been sunk by the fact that the opponent fights against a Rank S adventurer with little ability. Still, it was fortunate to be able to see some of the forces of noise.
　Ray therefore seeks strength and is eagerly awaiting battle with his stronger opponents.
　The reason why I was heading to a deserted place without involving people was because I wanted to keep out unnecessary obstacles in my battle.
　For all sorts of reasons, what Ray does in the end is to lure stabbers who aim at him to fight in unpopular places.

(Well, what kind of fish can you catch? I wish I could catch a big fish, not a small fish. ...at least I don't think we can expect such an obvious opponent in terms of combat power.)

　Ray mutters inwardly, confirming the number of signs that he will follow.
　For a man of the bell of repose, he is strangely weak.
　Ray thinks like that, but is it slow or ill-timed that he still recognizes that what he is aiming for is the bell of repose of the soul.
　Eventually, the number of people who were out of touch with each other decreased, and one by one disappeared.
　Ray went straight down the road, but he didn't seem to attack me even if there were no people around him.

(...what's going on?)

　Ray is bent on his head in private, but the people around him are just people who understand what Ray is doing.
　Naturally, some of them are the aristocrats of the Westian Empire or the imperial family.
　Ray, who is so specialized in combat power, has to pay attention.
　However, Ray, who doesn't know this, turns his head on someone who has become less popular but has not shown up.
　He thought that if he was alone in this way, the assassin would appear without hesitation.
　But he never showed up and was completely out of his mind.
　And in the meantime, the place in question...In other words, they arrive at the place where they were attacked while training with Rodos.
　Ray thought there might be a security guard because of the smoke screen at that time, but fortunately, no one was seen anywhere.

"It's all right because it's convenient for me."

　mutter and look around with the death size taken out of the mistling in hand in hand.
　the posture of waiting for akin to waiting for a duel However, Ray's sense of impression still exists only in remote places, and he doesn't seem to approach any distance.
　We waited for about five minutes, but no one showed up in the end... until Ray shouted impatiently at the people around him.

"The one who is aiming for my life! Now I'll fight here! Show up!"

　His voice echoes, but he doesn't seem to show up at all.
　In the first place, the enemy was an assassin... in other words, an assassin.
　Basically, they are good at surprise attacks and poisonings, and it is impossible to fight fair and squarely.
　...it shouldn't have been possible.

"Well, you know you're being targeted, but you're quite confident that you're coming to such a place by yourself."
"Don't tell me so," It makes it easy for us to accomplish our work."
"It's true. And it's unbearably fun to break the pride of a man who is so confident in his ability."
"Really? I prefer the way girls cry."

　That's how the two characters appear.
　He must be an assassin. Ray judged so by their words and actions, but for that matter the appearance of the two men had passed.
　Essentially, an assassin should be kept as inconspicuous as possible.
　There would be no point in it being conspicuous, given the assassination.
　But one of the two men in front of her was so-called dreaded hair, with heraldic tattoos carved on her face and braided hair. And the other one has a mohican hairstyle.
　The mohicans, in particular, have dog or wolf-like ears on their heads, indicating they are beasts.
　In addition, the man with dread hair had a morning star in his hand, and the beast had a huge knife with a blade length of about one meter.

"...there have been some very unexpected people." Are the bells of repose of souls a group of colored things?"

　At Ray's words, a man with dreaded hair moves his tattooed cheeks.

"We're the bell of repose? Don't be with such well-behaved people."

　What comes to mind in that expression is a deep dislike.
　They don't like the importance of discipline when they do the same background work as themselves.
　The discipline, of course, is very lax and minimal compared to the discipline of the Knights.
　Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to brainwash others and throw them away like dolls.
　But... these men, called the Moonlight Bows, don't even observe their minimum discipline... no, they don't.
　I don't like what you say, my attitude is cheeky, my eyes don't like my face, I feel like it. For such trivial reasons, I would kill even my client.

"... No? I heard it was the bell of repose that was aimed at me."

　Returning words, Ray holds on to the death size he had in his hand.
　The two assassins open their mouths to Ray, who is eager to fight from the start.

"Well, if you survive against us, I'll tell you about it. I'll leave you to choose which one to do, but what will you do?"

　When the dog's beasts say something, Ray, with his death-size posture, thinks a little... and then opens his mouth with a fierce smile.

"It's troublesome to deal with each other one by one, so come and get them together."
"Oh, are you serious!?"

　The man with dreaded hair burst out laughing at the words.
　Open your mouth, almost dropping your morning star."Well, if you want us to get better soon because we've targeted you, I said, "I understand."
"Oh, I see," That's what you mean. I wonder if I really believe that I can beat both of us..."

　The dog beast says so with a smile, but his body oozes murder.
　It must have hurt our pride to have been told that we were going to get together and deal with each other even in a joke.
　But...

"That's what I'm going to do, isn't it? How can you manage me alone with your own strength? The two of them are finally just right for the training partner."

　Ray's expression of surprise was very serious.
　The words set blood vessels on the forehead of the dreaded man.

"Not very... You're not kidding me, little boy!"

　He kicks the ground in the middle of his words and closes his distance with Ray, waving up the morning star.
　The power of a man's head's iron ball is guaranteed by its numerous sharp spines.
　In fact, the dreaded man has killed his target with this iron ball many times before.
　That's why I didn't doubt the result would be the same this time.
　Of course I know Ray's reputation, but it will not matter if we hang on to them.
　... a judgment that would not have been made an impossible decision. However, there is no way that common sense can be understood by men with dreaded hair who like drugs and whose brains have become dull.

"Morning star?" This is my first weapon to fight!"

　The iron ball, which had been thrown down to crush his head, was thrown away in a death-size.
　The action was chosen to confirm the response he received when he fought in the first round of the main competition, but the iron ball moves along the huge blade of death size and eventually diverts in the wrong direction.

(Well, it seemed difficult to deflect this kind of weapon, but there was no problem.)

　I tried to smash the ribs of a dreaded man with a death-size stone-butt, taking advantage of his off-the-wall movement.

"You're going to make me!"

　In an instant, the tattoo that was coloring the man's face with dread hair flashed blue, and his movement quickened, leaping backward.

"What!"

　Ray who exclaims at his first skill or magic.
　Not to miss the opportunity, the dog beast takes advantage of his quickness to narrow his distance by swinging up a kite in his hand right next to Ray.
　Reinstated in an instant, Ray sticks out the tip of the end with a death-sized blade from his left side to the approaching beast of the dog.

`Wow!'

　He let out a shout, went through the death-size with a low posture, and made a cross-mowing blow to cut Ray's leg...

"You're going to make me!"
"Yuck!"

　Just before shaking the shank, turn the death size in your hand and scoop out the dog's beasts' jaws with the buttocks.
　With Ray's own muscle strength and a death-size blow weighing more than 100 kg, he lifts his body into the air, breaking the jaws of a dog beast...

　Cut it!

　The blade of death size splits up and down the body of a dog's beast.
　As soon as two separate bodies fall to the ground, blood and internal organs fall to the ground, scattering a strong smell of iron rust around them.

"... well, can you kill me without hesitation?" I've heard about it before, but I think it's a good idea."

　Despite the slaughter of his fellow beasts, the dreaded man showed no sign of particular concern. No, on the contrary, words of praise to Ray.
　The sight of shining tattoos on one's face makes one feel strange.
　Ray, who sets up a death size for such a dreaded man.
　The dreaded-haired man, grinning at it, sheds a darker blue light from the tattoo on his face and kicks the ground with the morning star in his hand to close the gap with Ray.

`Oh, my God!'

　Just as he had avoided Ray's blow... no, a dreaded man with a morning star as he approached.
　But... Morning Star is a chain of iron balls and handles, so it's easy to see how to attack.
　In fact, Ray also wants to avoid the iron ball being thrown down and decide a blow... for a moment he sees a dreaded man with his left hand stretched out to the handle with his morning star on.
　The dread-haired man, who approached him in that state, flashed his left hand, showing off his gesture to shake down the morning star.
　Yes, pull out the bottom of the handle of the Morning Star and use the blade that's been trained.
　But Ray, suspicious of the dreaded man's movements, shook his death-size without any confusion... his right hand, holding the morning star, was amputated from his shoulder and soared high into the sky.