Moving to the front of the waiting room, Ray reaches for the door and looks inside.

(6... No, seven people?)

　There are signs of murder, but the fact that there is little murder is proof that he has such a great ability.

(Well, I'll just do what I have to do.)

　Open the door, ready to take the death size out of the mistling at any time.
　The waiting room is quite large.
　It was not large enough to attract more than a few hundred participants at the start of the competition, but still a certain amount of space…there was enough space for the competitors to move their bodies.
　As long as it's such a large waiting room, it's not so small that it's hard to swing a long dress.

(I was lucky about that.)

　I went into the waiting room and looked around... a little lost.

(If possible, I'd like to preemptively attack and reduce the number of people one by two.) but some people ask if the woman soldier was really on my side.)

　Indeed, the woman's dagger was the same as Cuken's introduction to Dusker.
　However, there is no denying the possibility that someone might have taken the dagger away and tried to get himself into some sort of trick.
　Yes, for example, if Ray launched a pre-emptive attack on the enemy who was hiding, the enemy who was hiding was actually a bodyguard prepared by the Empire...

(I can't think of it normally, but in my case, I participate in a competition recommended by the prime minister.) Moreover, having won the fifth round, it has attracted a lot of attention in the empire. and if you think of my own bad reputation and those who are after me, it is not surprising that I have arranged for a bodyguard."

　If you kill your bodyguard in such a situation, it will undoubtedly be a problem.
　That being the case, Ray leans against the door and looks around, deciding that he still needs to let the other person reach out first.
　But there is still no sign of agitation.

(It's doubtful that everyone will not be upset. I thought it would come out... now, what shall I do?"

　While thinking about it, he thinks there is nothing he can do about it, and thinks it's troublesome to be attacked while sitting down.

"Come out, you lurking," If it were my bodyguard or something, I think it ought to be explained properly."

　I told him so in the waiting room, but there was no sign of anyone coming out.
　No, on the contrary, there is still no sign of agitation, even though they have been told that they have been found.
　If you're an assassin, you'll be a little upset if you know you're hiding. Judging that way, I wonder if that woman soldier was a trap of some sort.
　But... I realize that the next moment it was a groundless fear.

"Oops!"

　Ray leaps forward from the spot in a moment's rush to the feeling of murder.
　Then something jumps down through the blind spot in the ceiling and lands where Ray was a moment ago.
　If Ray had been there, something would have fallen... or not, been fatally damaged by the dagger he had.
　Around that time, those hiding in the waiting room appear.
　Including the first person to come down, there are six of them.

(It seems that one of them is still hiding somewhere.) ...but about six of us survived.)

　The fact that there was not much room for Ray to hide in the waiting room, as he muttered privately, probably influenced this number of people.

"Ugh,"

　With a groan like that, the six who appear hold their arms.
　The fact that everyone is equipped with daggers is probably a weapon prepared for battle in the waiting room.
　Moreover, it is not just a weapon.

"Poison,"

　The six of them mutter involuntarily when they see their dagger blades wet with some liquid.
　What is more sinister is that there is no single kind of liquid wetting the tip of a dagger.
　There were many varieties, blue, red, black, purple, and so on, each of which was clearly a separate poison.

(Considering the assassin's use, the usual antidote is probably ineffective. If I had the good antidote to these kinds of poisons by any chance, I wouldn't be able to cope with all kinds of poisons, and if I were to say so, it would be dangerous to have a slight scratch.)

　He braces himself, judging that the poison is not as bad as paralysis in this stage.
　It is surrounded by six stabbers with poisoned daggers. From the sidelines, it will look like a dead place with no escape.
　But... there's a smile in Ray's hooded mouth.

"This is it... if I get over this situation, I'll become stronger and move on." Come on, come on! For me to move on...to lay the foundation for defeating noise!"

　Each of the six dolls reacts to the words.
　The doll was supposed to have been adjusted not to feel scared by Moura's adjustment...but I guess she still felt something from Ray.
　Nevertheless, the puppets follow their instructions.
　Each attacked Ray in silence with a dagger in his hand.
　one from the front, back, left, and right And one person jumps from above, which would be impossible for ordinary people. The last one observes Ray's movements to pursue him if he evades them.

"They move very quickly in their own way, but... after all, that's all."

　Ray's response to the five men who attacked him back, forth, left, right, and even above was to come out.
　It's a simple matter to think about, but if you're going to surround and attack, you just have to break through the siege.
　However, it's not always that easy to do. It's only because Ray has extraordinary physical and combat capabilities.

"Huh!"

　The direction is to the right. The puppet man wields a dagger at Ray, who approaches him.
　The poisoned dagger is such a powerful poison that a human being would probably die soon if he suffered a scratch.
　To a normal human being, it's not death‐size, but it could be described as a sickle of death.
　But...

(That must be true, too!)

　Avoiding the dagger thrown down at you by halving it, the dagger pulled out of the mistling is driven into the empty side.
　It was not Missrill's knife, but an ordinary dagger for stripping the material. And still in the sheath, it blows the man's ribs off the poison dagger.
　There's a raw sound around, like meat beating against a wall, but nobody in the waiting room cares about it.

(There are 6 people who are hiding with this.)

　Ray mutters secretly as he escapes the siege, but the only doll who has not joined the siege approaches him.

「……」

　He also played the poison dagger silently, and in the movement he saw the man who had just blown it away and hit it against the wall, standing up without a trace of pain, and gave a clapping of his tongue.

(Can't you fold your ribs together? I'm not talking about getting information. It can't be helped...)

　Realizing that it is impossible to capture him under normal circumstances, Ray plays the dagger attacking him and uses its movements to pull the dagger out of the sheath.
　three points of sword thrust out from behind at the same time
　Avoiding the movement, he moves his arms, runs his blade to the man's neck in front of him, and kicks himself behind him.
　Blood spouts from the smoothly cut neckline fall on the attackers from behind Ray.
　No matter how much you are strengthened by Moura, you can't change the grand premise of being human. In other words, vision is the most important thing in the senses.
　Blood splashes fall on your eyes and block your vision.
　Moreover, the smell of blood severely limited my sense of smell.
　Still coordinated as dolls, the three wield daggers toward where Ray had just been remembered.
　When their heads were cut apart, they hit the wall with blood and fell to the ground.
　There is not a shred of emotion, even if it's one's own company. Even though they are usually assassins, they have more or less feelings about the death of their comrades.
　But the puppet men have no such feelings, they just aim at the target."I thought you'd come!"

　Ray smiles a little at the three stabbers who rush in.
　Even for a few seconds, it's not too difficult to distance yourself if the assassin has the time to blow away his comrades' bodies.
　This waiting room is not large enough to accommodate dozens of people, unlike the waiting room used in the preliminary round.
　At the end of Ray's movement is the wall.
　But still...

"If you can't swing it around, you just have to strike it!"

　What was in Ray's hand had turned into a spear instead of a dagger.
　a broken spear that is usually used for throwing
　Under normal circumstances, you would never want to stand in front of an assassin with such weapons.
　It's only natural. Even if you spear at your opponent, he's half‐lacked.
　But... if it was Ray who had the spear, it was a different story.

"It's small that you can have overlapping places... that's what it means!"

　A spear is thrown with the cry.
　Even if the tip of the head is missing, the spear, which has been thrown many times, is turned into a ray of light and attacks the doll men.
　Even if they overlap, it doesn't mean that everyone is on top of each other. The ranks deviate by about half a step, as previously adjusted, to make each one more maneuverable.
　As a result... the doll in the back of the doll runs through the belly of the leading doll from the middle, and the doll in the back of the doll runs through the left side, and all three of them are blown away by the force of the doll and sewn into the wall of the waiting room.

"Why don't you raise your voice in pain?"

　As Ray says, the men force their way through the place and regain their freedom.
　This practice naturally widens the abdominal wound, but the men who have been adjusted as puppets may be completely paralyzed in terms of pain sensation, or their facial expression.

「……」

　With no injury whatsoever, he cuts the distance with Ray again with a dagger in his hand.
　There was a doll first blown off by Ray and broken ribs, but of course it didn't show any pain either.

"It's okay if you stick it through your stomach!"

　four daggers drawn out one after another
　We've been working together, but there's something wrong with it.
　He decides that it would be better to prevent the attack with a dagger again taken out of the mistrings, and to kill it before considering the damage to the surrounding area.

(And there's one who hasn't shown up yet.)

　Jump backward and avoid a large dagger, and throw the dagger in the air in your right hand in the air.
　The dagger, pulled out of the sheath and released, flew at a cutting speed through the air itself and stuck into the forehead of one of the dolls.
　a doll twitching its limbs for a moment and crumbling to the floor
　Ray lands backward looking at it and pulls out his death size.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　A flash of horizontal naginata with a voice of spirit amputates the man next to the man with the dagger growing from his forehead.
　Cut off the arm holding the dagger, cut off the body, and cut off the other arm.
　The arm trying to swing the dagger down at Ray spins through the air and hits the wall and falls to the floor. At the same time, the severed torso is divided into upper and lower parts and dropped to the ground, scattering internal organs and blood around it.
　It was early from there. The return blade cut off the rest of the men, and within seconds of first knocking them down in death size, Ray was already the only one standing there.
　Spreading around is the intense smell of blood and organs.

"I can't get used to it no matter how many times I smell it."

　Frown at the smell in the waiting room and look around.
　The waiting room, which was set up for the final round of the competition, looks miserable.
　It could be said that Ray fought against the assassins, but most of it was due to Ray's vigorous death size.
　The blow he had struck at the men had caused serious damage not only to their bodies, but also to the shelves and walls in the waiting room.
　Breathing out at the scene, he picks up the poisoned dagger on the floor and puts it in a mistling.

"I don't think you'll ask me to compensate for this damage. In the first place, it was the management committee of the competition that failed to prevent the assassins. ...what do you think about that?"

　As he looked at the ghastly waiting room, he turned to the other person still hidden in his death-size position and told him so.