Ray leaves the store in high spirits after unexpectedly finding a good magic store... and stops moving in less than a few steps.
　It's not for that reason that I left something behind. I noticed that there were some signs of carnage around me.

"Hush,"

　with an involuntary clapping of one's tongue
　I found a magic item store with a good selection of items, and I didn't buy it because I didn't have any magic items for myself, but I still got along well with the old shopkeeper.
　...it's probably because Ray is Ray that he doesn't seem to care about it at all, though Ray himself might be called a bigot.
　At any rate, I was suddenly interrupted when I was feeling good. It was no use wanting to slap my tongue.

(In terms of skill... not that high.) It's much lower than the moonlit arches...? At least, it's a good thing to be immature in terms of killing the signs.)

　Thinking that he had attacked more than quality, Ray breathes a dull sigh, completely changed from his tongue a few seconds ago.
　If the target was to some extent a skilled person, it might have been a source of food in the sense that it would enhance its own skills. But what I'm aiming for right now is, no matter how you look at it, just an unskilled person.
　In many ways, it felt like I was being put in a good mood.

(Even so, can't you leave them alone and go back to the inn?)

　Being unskilled means that if you're not good at it, you might cause a lot of trouble because of your poor skills.
　"In such a situation, if you want to go back to the inn where many of the guests are staying...and if you want to make a big fuss in the inn, it's true that Ray's position is not good enough."

"(Then, should I put it away before I go back to the inn?" I don't know much about it.)

　There aren't many places Ray knows about the imperial capital.
　The place where this kind of uproar is most likely the place where we fought against the moonlit archer. But I also anticipated that it would certainly be carefully observed by the guards.

"Well, I can't help it. Do you want to walk about the alley?"

　There won't be any particular problem if it's out of sight. Deciding so, Ray leaves the magic store for an alleyway.
　Fortunately, after walking for about ten minutes, you can see that the number of people is gradually decreasing.
　At the same time, the murderous spirits of those who are targeting them have also increased.

"... well, isn't it about time you came out? I don't think it's going to do anything to keep following me forever?"

　Ray's words echo through the dead end of the alley.
　As it is a dead end, Ray's escape does not exist there. On the contrary, however, it meant there was no need to worry about a surprise attack from behind.

(Well, what kind of guy will come out...)

　a voice uttered in anticipation of... a little, if not really
　The way of cutting off the air is inexperienced, but perhaps it was because he was confident in his combat capabilities. That's what I said, but it was boys and girls who were almost ten years old... no, children who appeared before long.

"What are you kidding about?"

　He must have felt betrayed, albeit slightly, because he had hoped for it. I look at my three children with a slightly fixed look.
　At the same time, you can feel the signs of being emitted in the background and shake the death size out of the mistling.
　A short sword cut in the middle of the blade falls to the ground with a clink of metal.
　He leaped down from the wall behind him with that short sword, and I let out a sigh of amazement at a child who was only about 10 years old.

"Did you think these guys would be able to deal with me? Again, they looked pretty easy on you. It's not such a bad choice to turn my consciousness that way and aim at the scenes. But if we were to do so, we ought to have at least put in place a man who would be out of the way."
「……」

　Despite hearing Ray's words, the children carry their own weapons without any particular expression changing.
　Four people jumped down the wall of the dead-end aisle behind Ray. One of the men whose dagger was destroyed by Ray. Then, as if to cut off Ray's retreat, five others appear in addition to the three mentioned earlier.
　Each has a dagger, or bow, or even a rapier.
　Thirteen children in total, all of them ten years old or not.

(Well, if you were to set it up here, it might be the work of the Moonlight bow, or the bell of repose of the soul, or something else, but... it's an unpleasant move to use children anyway. Did you think I couldn't be serious if I were a child?)

　Open your mouth just in case, with a big swing of death size, thinking inside.

"I'll tell you, I won't forgive you just because you're dealing with a child. If you don't mind, come on. Fortunately, this is a dead end, but there is plenty of room for me to rampage."

　I can't imagine myself losing here, given that I have the space to swing my death size.
　Then the rest was what to do with the thirteen children in front of and behind them.
　I certainly thought it was inevitable to kill everyone when it came to the crunch, but I still have the feeling that I can't bear to kill children.

(Then shall we pass them all out to the guards? There will be interrogations, but it will be better than being killed by me.)

　Knowing how harsh the interrogation is, he still decides that it would be better than killing it with his own hands... and wields his death-size.
　A dagger thrown with a kink is played up in the air and the children attack Ray all at once, as if to signal it.
　The childish smallness and quickness of his actions were reasonably linked, and if Ray had been a commoner, he would have been killed without any means of counterattack.
　In this case, however, I could only say that the other person was too bad.

"Hey!"

　Contrary to such childish voices, the thrusting dagger takes aim at Ray's thigh.
　We judged that it was impossible to kill a blow by ourselves, and at the same time, we stabbed our thighs with a dagger to stop the movement, and at the same time, we intended to block Ray's action with the effect of paralytic poison applied to the dagger.
　But the moment he wields the dagger, the child is blown out and knocked unconscious.
　A death-size stonghold hit his torso and blew it away.
　In addition, just above the ground, turn one turn with a death-size handle, keeping it as it is.
　About five of the children who were attacking Ray crumble on the spot with a severe blow to the leg.
　Of course, he didn't die or lose consciousness, so he tried to stand up, but his shin... he was hit hard by the so-called Benkei's weak point. Even children who try not to show their emotions can't stand the pain and stand up.

"That's six. Is the other half?"

　muttering and resizing Ray
　A blow to the abdomen as the child, who was climbing up the surrounding building, fell holding a dagger through the head.
　A flash of death size again, watching him wriggle as he vomits his gastric juice.
　The arrow that flies straight to Ray's forehead is cut off and falls to the ground.

"The bow is troublesome," as soon as possible -- let me knock you down!"

　Ray kicks the ground and heads to a child holding a bow at a distance.
　A child with a rapier stops by doing so, but the blade of the rapier is cut off easily by a flash of death-size without hesitation, and then he loses consciousness on the spot and collapses to the ground.
　The child holding the bow pauses for a moment at Ray's movement, but immediately recovers and throws his bow at Ray.
　It was meaningless to hold a bow as long as you were approached so close, so he must have thought that it would be more of an obstacle.
　In fact, Ray is somewhat surprised by the tactfulness.
　However, there is no blade in the bow, and since it is a child, it has little strength. A brief flash of death size cuts the bow in half.
　If things go on like this, I'll lose consciousness like a child with a rapier. Perhaps that's the case, the child's foot to protect the pigeon tail with both hands is scooped up by a death-size butt, and the child's hand is struck with a butt at a distance from the pigeon tail to faint.The next to attack a total of four people: two with daggers and two with rapiers.
　The reason why children have rapiers is probably because of their light weight.
　He had chosen light prey like rapier as a weapon that he could handle because he was a child.
　But...

`Weight is a great weapon by itself!'

　a rapier's blade and a dagger's blade thrust out at oneself A total of four blades are cut to pieces in just one flash of its wielded death size.

"What!?"

　The result must have been unexpected. The four children were all dumbfounded at the same time... it was only a moment, but it was still too big to show in front of Ray.
　A blow that turns the wrist from a dead-size swing and turns the butt against the opponent, not the blade, and is struck again.
　Four people who were half-encircling Ray himself literally blow away at the blow.
　The damage, however slight, is far too great for the children.
　They are blown away a few meters and hit by a wall, and the four children collapse on top of each other.

"d*mn it... you spooky thing..."
"Oh, are you still conscious?" It's stronger than I thought."

　One of the blown-off seems to have been unconscious and turns a hateful glance at Ray.
　He took his gaze straight and muttered in admiration.
　But eventually he lost consciousness after one word, which rendered all 13 of his attackers impotent.

"It was quite a strength for a child. Is it because you're a child...?"

　I wonder what to do from now on, looking at the children who have gathered together and fainted.
　Naturally, I have no intention of leaving it here. However, even if you take them to the guard station, as you thought at first, the number 13 is not something you can carry by yourself in terms of weight or size.

"But if you leave them here and go for the guards, their superiors will probably recover them in the meantime." "Then do you feel like you're going to take some people with you, as proof that you've attacked them?"

　That's all I think about, and suddenly I wonder if I'm going to be mistaken for the kidnappers.
　Ray, who really wants to refrain from doing that, can't help but think that there's Seto here...
　You can take these children with you if you have Seto, or, above all, have them watch you here.

"Well, should I have brought Seto?"

　Sad that his partner isn't here, we'll find out if he's still fainted.
　It's because if you've already regained consciousness and are looking for an opportunity, you'll be in trouble.
　However, considering the trouble of bringing in the guards, it might be better for them to come back to consciousness and then leave on their own initiative. I can't help but think like that.

(Well, I can't do it like that.)

　If you impersonate someone who has been targeting you, you'll probably be attacked again. In fact, there is a high possibility that they will attack you again because they will be able to return to you alive even if you attack them once.

(I think it is true that it is very quick to hold my breath here...)

　be reluctant to doomed. Whispering like that, I look up at the sky as if I were expecting something.
　There is a cloudless blue sky, even though it is already autumn. For some reason I smile at the sight as if it were midsummer weather.
　I felt as if the sun were teasing me when I was hesitating about something so small.

"Well, first of all, I'll go to the guard, and if they're still there when I get back, I'll hand them over."

　Eventually, I returned to my first choice, and as I thought of going straight to the guard post, I suddenly felt a tremendous approach.
　The man with the distinctly different tone from the others was heading straight to the dead-end alley where Ray was.

"Is there a guardian?"

　With that thought in mind, I sat down and waited for the signs of approaching... and soon two figures appeared before my eyes.
　Ray, who had seen something familiar with the figure, was worried for a few seconds... and realized that he was the owner and clerk of a stall selling skewers he had eaten a while ago.

"I'm sure... of the stall?"

　A muttering voice echoed through the alley where Moura, Sistoy and Ray were.