619 Episode 0619



With that clattering sound, my right arm, holding the morning star, falls to the ground.
 It was cut off in a death-size blow, but it was probably also sharp. Blood only spouts after a few seconds from the right shoulder of the man with dread hair, who has fallen to the ground.
 But... even though his right arm has been amputated, there is no sign of pain in the face of the dreaded man.
 No, he even opens his mouth with a smile.

"Oh, it's a very sharp attack. It's certainly called crimson."

 Doesn't it hurt? Ray almost asked, but he stopped right away.
 The face of the dreaded man was completely indifferent to the pain, and he even had an admiring expression on his face.

"I'm glad to hear your compliment, but your best weapon, Morning Star, is gone. Wouldn't it be helpful if you could catch me quietly?"

 Ray tells me, probably impossible.
 The man with the dreaded hair in front of him seemed to be a hedonist and a race that could care less if he enjoyed himself.
 Still, as long as he is a member of the back organization, he seems to know the circumstances of the bell and, above all, Ray, interested in the tattoo on his face, encourages him to surrender.
 It's not magic, it's not like magic skills. It was because he was completely unknown.
 But the dreaded man looks back at Ray with a wistful look on his face.
 The appearance of blood spouting from the right shoulder and not caring at all about the pain only gives viewers a sense of strangeness.
 The impression that only a man with dreaded hair is in another world.

"It's been a long time since I had a good time, isn't it...?"

 Saying so, he takes a few steps and kicks the ground.
 Under normal circumstances, I would kick dirt and pebbles to kill Ray's eyes. You'll judge so.  
 But it was not the soil or pebble that the dreaded man kicked, but the internal organs of the beast man.
 Their internal organs - stomach, intestines, kidneys and liver - are splashed to the ground. He kicked it.
 As soon as Ray hears a raw sound around him, he kicks the ground and leaps wide to the side before being pelted with internal organs.
 He landed a few meters away, kicked the ground again, and leaped right next to the dreaded man.
 Seeing him, the dread-haired man briefly wondered if Ray would run away, but tried to block him by wielding a blade he had held in his left hand... the next moment his left hand also falls from shoulder to shoulder.
 That's right. Ray came under attack as if he had a foothold right next to a man with dreaded hair.
 If you had gathered Ray's information in detail, you would have known that he was wearing Slapnil's shoes, a magic item that could walk in the air for just a few steps.
 ...however, the drugs have weakened our judgment, so even if we had heard about them in advance, it would be difficult to say whether they could have used them in this battle.

"Hehe... Huh? Both my arms are gone."

 It is strange that he is bleeding not only from his right shoulder but also from his left shoulder, but he is not feeling any pain at all.
 Ray cuts off the dreaded man's left arm and then jumps back into the air using Slapnil's shoes, smacking his tongue inside.

(Well, I don't feel any pain at all. So, is it difficult to get information out of pain? I wanted to hear a lot about that tattoo, too... well, what should I do? ...what?)

 As I think about how to pull information from a man who is bleeding from his shoulders and smiling, I feel a sudden sign of approaching me.  
 Or was he a companion of the man right in front of him? Ray thought so, but it was a man in his twenties in security uniform who showed up.

"What are you doing here! Why don't you hear that it's noisy... Huh? Hey, that injury... doesn't it hurt?"

 a man laughing, bleeding from his shoulders Moreover, with tattoos carved on his face, the man in the security forces unexpectedly asks a man who appears to be nothing but a suspicious partner.
 But...

"Hahaha... my arms are gone."
"...what is this?" Hey, you there. He's... Hey!"

 a different word from the one I first called out
 His voice was low, and he became somewhat alarmed by the sight of a dead animal man, whose upper and lower bodies were cut in half.
 And Ray has a death size.
 That alone made it clear who created the scene.

"If you think it stinks of blood... wasn't it just the man there?" You don't mind telling me the story?"
"...I am Ray." I'm in a competition. I was going to train here, but suddenly they attacked me and killed me."

 The security guard frowns slightly at the explanation and turns to Ray as if to remember something.

"Put that hood down for a moment." I want to see your face."
"Oh, I don't mind,"

 With nothing to hide, Ray puts the hood down without resistance.
 The face that came out of it was certainly the same as the crimson that the security guard knew.
 After all, the man was guarding the stadium when the qualifiers were held, so he was looking directly in Ray's face.
 That's why I couldn't have mistakenly recognized it.

"... I've confirmed,"

 And a momentary aversion on the face of a security guard.
 Ray felt uncomfortable, but in the first place, he was a guard in the imperial capital.
 Naturally, I don't think I should be in favor of myself, who caused the defeat of the Bestian Empire in the Spring War.

"And..."

 And then the guards tried to say something. There's a thud around.
 I looked towards the sound, where I found a man with dreaded hair lying on the ground.
 It's probably because I kept bleeding.
 Quickly approaching the dred-haired man, the guard pulls a portion from his waist pouch and sprinkles it on the man.
 Of course it's a part given to a guard. It's not that effective, it's naturally impossible to connect arms that have been amputated by death size, and it's just that the time to die has been extended as it is for the recovery of the wound.

"Oh, I can't help it. Hey, I'm sorry, but go to the station and call my company. I will use my portion here to save this man from dying."
"If I were to explain it to the guard, wouldn't you rather be my colleague?"

 Tell him so, and put his death size in a mistling.
 Ray had no intention of using it on a man with dreaded hair, though there were some potions in the mystery ring.
 Or if there weren't guards here, they might have used the part to find out the secret of the tattoo. But now that the guards are already here, even if they recover, they won't be able to act like they're pulling information from a man with dread hair.
 For Ray, the dying dreaded man has already found only that much value.
 I wanted some information about the organization that was attacking me, but from what I've seen of the dreaded man, he didn't seem to have any information.
 Above all, there was a point where the behavior and atmosphere were completely deviant.

"You're the victim of this attack, aren't you?" If that's the case, we can't leave the victims and the perpetrators alone.""... I see,"

 Now that you mention it, Ray agrees.
 No matter how much the assailant is already out of combat... no, that's why as a guard he can't keep himself with a dreaded man.

"All right. I'll be back then."
"Oh, I asked. I'll try my best not to let him die."

 After a brief conversation, Ray immediately leaves.
 The guard saw it off and sprinkled it again every time the potion was cut off from both shoulder wounds of dread hair, but after Ray had left, it was a few minutes. When you see no one around you, you throw away all the portions towards the weeds that grew nearby.
 The look on his face is not as if he had been a security guard as before. No, he looked as if he had seen a pebble by the roadside, not even thinking of the other person as a human being in the first place.

"Well, you're always like that," Were you so angry that you were kicked out of the bell, and yet you seem to have done the work that we do... only to be too much of a rivalry."

 Dreadhair's man doesn't answer what the guard said... or as a member of the bell of repose.
 He's already completely clouded by a great deal of blood coming out of his shoulders.
 I suppose you understand it. The man laughs at the dreaded man and spins his words.

"You're crimson in the first place, and what do you do when you squarely challenge a notorious adventurer who can even deal with a team of men? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Have you heard of it?"

 If you throw away the portion, you can't possibly prolong your life, and the life of the dreaded man disappears little by little as the blood continues to flow from his shoulders.
 The man watching it reaches to his neck just in case, when he sees that the light has completely gone out of his dreaded eyes.
 The pulse was so weak that the flame of life was completely extinguished with the final tap.
 Check it out and breathe a little.

"It's safe for now," It's just a moonlight bow, and I'm sure I'll make another dabble. Well, it is of great benefit to us that they will lose their fighting power as a result."

 Even though the relationship is close to holding, the moonlit bow is an organization created by those who cannot handle it with the bell of repose of souls.
 Because of the process of its establishment, there are many people who have a resistance against the bell of repose of souls, and it is not uncommon for targets to overlap.
 It was not uncommon for members of the bell to be injured or killed.
 Therefore, it is most welcome that the moonlit bow weakens as a bell for repose of souls.

"Well, I'm glad I didn't get caught by the guards and tell you any strange information."

 The man who was dead in front of me was already half cut off by the time he found him.
 If you were caught alive by the guards... you'd be lucky to have been able to get rid of it here.

(I don't know what it would have been like if there were crimson, but I was able to get rid of it well.)

 As he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard several people running up to him.
 The moment the man hears the footsteps, he changes his face to the face of the guard rather than the member of the bell.

"d*mn it!"

 give a deliberate chagrin to those approaching us
 You must have heard the voice. The approaching footsteps are momentarily disturbed.
 As he slams his fist to the ground by the side of the dreaded man who has lost his head from both shoulders, the sound of footsteps soon appears.
 First of all, Ray. There's no particular change in expression here. It's probably because I didn't expect to be able to extract useful information from a man with dreaded hair.
 But the guards that Ray brought in warped their faces when they found out they had missed it.

"...you didn't make it in time?"

 When he looks up at his colleague's words, he nods softly.

"Oh, it was impossible to maintain the status quo with just the part I had. It would have been a different story if it had been a little better."
"Well, yes, but the parts that our guards give us..."
"Oh, I know," However, I wish I could extract even a little information from the criminal in this case. especially the bow of the moonlight."
"...yes,"

 The moonlit bow, which many people enjoy killing, is naturally an enemy to the security forces.
 There have been numerous clashes, each of which has resulted in the loss of lives of not a few guards.
 Therefore, the guards who rushed to cheer for us sigh regretfully because this was a great opportunity to get information on the moonlit bow.

"It's no use staying here. I will do something about this corpse for the time being, and may I ask Mr. Ray the details of the disturbance?"

 Ray nods softly to the guard's words, shaking his head.
 I didn't like such a troublesome incident to be honest, but I decided that I couldn't refuse it.

"But..."

 muttering, glancing from one shoulder to another at the missing corpse.

(Was it a wound that could not be saved by using the lotion...?)

 Ray bent his head inwardly, questioning it, but left the scene as soon as he was called by a security guard.