"Look, what's wrong with you? If you can't keep up with this kind of movement, you can hardly beat that crimson?"

　Bratta's teasing remarks add to Rodos's fierceness.
　He shoots his favorite series of thrusts, all of which can't even get a scratch on Blatta.

"Ray beat a guy called Ganda in today's game. You saw the battle then, didn't you? The power of a blow to speed. Both of them are much better than you. I don't think you can beat crimson at all costs with your current skill."
"Hush! I'll do it... I'll do it!"

　The speed of a long sword swings further. But... when he saw it, Bratta, with a little sigh in his hand, wields an unbladed mock dagger.
　The blow sent the dagger in Rodos's hand spinning up into the air.

"No, no, no!" I told you first. When you get blood in your head, the power of a blow increases, but the accuracy of the attack increases accordingly. They say it's impossible to beat crimson at this rate. Be a little more calm. Every time I say something, the accuracy of the attack is decreasing. That's why you've been so easily done without any good points, hasn't it?"

　Rodos clenches his teeth at Bratta's words, which have been severely undermined.
　Rodos, who promised to get a magic item, was told by Bratta that it would be meaningless if he didn't have skills, and he was convinced that he was right.
　I had been trained in this way when I was told that Bratta would train me."one miscalculation
　It was something Bratta didn't like Rodos.
　For Bratta, generally speaking, he is no match for himself. It was not interesting, however, that he was being watched by his partner, Soble.
　I know that inside, I didn't pull it out because it was purely necessary as a military force, but I think it's just a way to gather information about Ray and Elk and to counter them when they're opposed to each other.
　But... still, what is not interesting is not interesting.
　Sobble had told Rodos to train beforehand, so he trained on the pretext of magic items, but he was originally a bratta who was honest with his feelings. The tone becomes strong and aggressive.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."
"I'm out of breath because my consciousness is focused only on attacks. You showed that mistake in the match against crimson, didn't you? You don't know the word reflect on yourself?"
"Yes, I know,"

　Take a deep breath and adjust your breathing.
　Looking at it, Bratta breathes with a mock battle dagger on her shoulder.

"I think I can fight in my own way, but I don't know how to put it... Can't you apply it well? Put simply, I don't have a good sense of fighting."
"Slip,"

　The words are probably because he understands them best. glare chagrinedly at Blatta
　However, the person who is being looked at like that continues to speak without a trace of concern.

"You can do something about this with practice to some extent, but in the end, it's sensuous, so talent speaks. ... well, that's why even adventurers get smaller as they become higher-ranked adventurers. It's the same with knights and so on."
"... I suppose,"

　Rodos agrees, recalling his own father and Ray.

"And in that respect, Rodos has no talent at all. Honestly, I don't think it's possible to beat crimson... but are you willing to give up?"
"No!"

　Even though he has no talent, he still has a will for Ray.
　Of course, I have feelings for Vihela, but it had nothing to do with Ray.
　make sure to engrave one's presence in one's mind We can't afford to do so by choice of means.

"Oh, ... I see." Then shall we fight a little more? In my case, I'm not good at teaching people, so I can't help but play a central role in mock warfare. ...I'll knock you into the body as hard as I can. That's how I can react unconsciously."
"It would be helpful if you said.

　Finally fully breathing, Rodos faces Bratta again with his long sword in his hand.

"Here we go!"

　he cried, and attacked Bratta.





"I'll set it up to-morrow,"
"...Tomorrow? I'm ready, but it's very sudden again."

　In one of the palaces in the imperial capital, Sistoy looks small and surprised at Moura's words.
　The reason why he was surprised but not at all upset is probably because he understood that Sistoy would have to move soon.
　I don't think I thought tomorrow would be the right time to move, though.

"Well, I should have observed him a little more if I could... You know, there was a case of the children?"

　Sistoy frowns slightly at the words that come out of Moura's mouth.
　Without those who came to help me then, I would certainly have been killed by Ray, and above all, I would not have been able to help all the children.
　But even Sistoy could not help but feel bitter about the loss of some of the hands and feet of those who came to help him when he eventually fled.
　It's the same with Moura, who continues to explain it again after turning a light, caring glance at Sistoy.

"In the end, we must have had a lot of effects on that matter. It seems that we should clean our own bottoms. Also, the client seems to have contacted me to urge him to do so."
"Is that your favorite?"
"Well, I don't know," Most of our clients are lower-ranking aristocrats, and I think it's surprisingly punitive to us, considering the connections between the organizations."

　Surely, Moura and Sistoy are known for their skill in the bell of repose. Still, it was not the only existence, and it was more important to expose the secrecy of the organization than the existence of the two, for the bell of repose that existed behind the scenes.
　Moura decides that it is organization-like warmth to not rule them out immediately.

"Who will be crimson tomorrow?"
"Well, I'm sure you're a wizard,"
"...was there any wizard left?"

　Sistoy looks surprised at Moura's words.
　It was because it was unbelievable that a pure wizard would remain until the fifth round, let alone a wizard like Ray, who could use both magic and weapons.
　As usual, this wizard would have definitely made headlines. But the reason why such a topical wizard didn't talk so much was because of the existence of Ray and Noise.
　Even if you have a star that shines a little brighter, that star won't stand out if it's incomparable.
　As a result, the wizard, who was supposed to be very good at reaching the fifth round, had not been talked about so much, and the competition had gone so far.
　Of course the spectators who came to see the competition were watching the wizard, but they still couldn't beat the two notorious topics: crimson and immovable.
　There are some other notorious people in the room, which may well be a matter of course, given that's not a topic of conversation.

"I hear so," He seems to be quite skilled, but he won't win against crimson. And no matter how much I hurt crimson in a game, he will recover if I get off the stage.""That's true," But... it's a physical wound, isn't it? I'm sure the mental fatigue never recovered."

　Moura's expression of satisfaction at the remark.
　It was an unmistakable fact.
　However, he immediately breathes out.

"But can you chase that crimson to the point where it makes you feel mentally tired? I've never done my best in any games I've played so far. I haven't used magic since it started."
"Sure, but as long as we have to do it, we have to bet on the one who has the slightest possibility?"
"... well, that's true, too." So what are you going to do? You wouldn't say that you're going to launch an attack squarely and squarely?"
"No way,"

　a sistoy who denies Moura's words
　We've known for some time that fighting head on is not going to win, and above all, we already know that it's a battle to help the children who caused us to attack tomorrow.
　I hadn't felt that cold in the face of a living person for a long time.

(Well, it's like something other than a human being... no, I don't think so.)

　Sistoy muttered privately, but immediately dismissed the idea.
　I've seen Ray's face several times, but he doesn't have characteristic ears like an elf, he doesn't have a strong build like a dwarf, and he doesn't have animal parts like a beast.
　He looked nothing but a human being, to all appearances.
　That is why I rejected the idea, but he goes on without realizing at all that it was literally true.

"If possible, I'd like to attack him while he's resting in the waiting room after the game. At least it's more likely than attacking when you're normal."
"I know. But it's impossible to stock dolls in the waiting room. Sure, the dolls you can use now are pretty good, but they're completely combat-ready adjustments that you can't use to kill any signs."
"...is it difficult after all?"
"Well, if you have the trouble of adjusting to a bandit doll, you can adjust an ordinary combat doll 10... no, 15." Besides, there are not many people who can adapt to the technology of the bandits."

　Despite the impersonation of kidnapping and brainwashing people for their own ends, there is nothing wrong with Moura's attitude.
　However, when children from slums are abandoned, they put themselves in danger and go to rescue because they draw the line between their relatives and the rest.

"You couldn't put medicine on food, could you? It would be a quick one if you could do it."
"A notorious man can't have died with such simple hands, can he?" I don't think it's surprising that, given his keen intuition, he might even find out what is poisoned."
"... certainly,"

　Seeing Ray's unreasonable ability, I couldn't deny that it was an absurd opinion.

"But if you think about it the other way around, it's because it works, isn't it? Well, I think you should stop poisoning food and drinks."
"I suppose so," It's all right if you eat the poison in your food, but if it doesn't work, you'll be on your guard. That would make it much more difficult to attack."

　He's a tough opponent to deal with. Moura and Sistoy had no choice but to recognize it.

"Anyway, as long as we have no choice but to do it, we need to get ready. Moura, please adjust the doll."
"Leave it to me. -- oh,"

　When I nod back to Sistoy's words, he stops as if he had thought of something.
　just a few seconds Eventually, Moura opens her mouth.

"Sistoy," If poison may be effective, why don't you put poison on your weapons when you attack crimson?"

　The proposal surprised me.
　It is not unusual for assassins to use poison. Nevertheless, Moura and Sistoy have never used poison in their weapons.
　That's partly because the skills of Moura dolls and Sistoys would not have been necessary, but partly because it was inconvenient to poison weapons and use weapons.
　In particular, those who have been coordinated as puppets of Moura may be slow to make their own decisions, even though it takes only a few seconds.
　And most importantly, they feared being robbed of their weapons and used against Sistoy.
　But I can't afford to think about it this time.
　It was Moura's judgment that he had to take some risks as long as he needed to knock down crimson.
　I'm sure Sistoy understood it. He nods to Moura's words and talks about how to kill crimson continue for a while, choosing to concentrate on the skills of the bandits rather than on fighting power and increase the number of times he uses poison daggers.