Sistoy's expression does not change when he sees a death-size blade stuck to his neck.
　The gaze was fixed on Ray without seeming to have given up at all.
　Even so, the cloak would appear strange from the side, as if it were to blend in with the surrounding scenery.

"Well, what are you going to do in this situation? As long as you can't do anything more, I'd like you to be caught quietly and give me some information."
"Unfortunately, I still have a certain attachment to the organization. I can't do such a thing as to betray you so easily."

　What Sistoy says is true.
　As was done a few days ago, child-based inhumane behavior can occur. Nevertheless, Sistoy and Moura were able to survive this far only through the presence of an organization called the Bell of Souls, and they cannot and will not betray that organization.

"Then would you die?"
"I'll ask you to forgive me... Ouch!"

　With the cry, a dagger runs through the sky from within the cloak.
　The blow, fired at his face, draws and plays a death-size stonemate against the cistoy, with a small expression of surprise.

"Oops!"

　The death-size blade would have been damaged when drawn close to me. Sistoy's cloak is torn, and at the same time his dagger-throwing arm is injured and he cries out in pain.

"If you do such a thing in this state, it's nothing more than a bad foot-scratching...!?"

　It's nothing. Trying to tell him so, Ray leaps sideways immediately at the sound of wind breaking from behind.
　a dagger that passes Ray's body a moment ago
　As soon as they land, they shout their eyes toward the dagger'sword.

"Who!"

　The cry, which I couldn't help but let out, must have been the most unexpected.
　The only one in the waiting room was myself and Sistoy, and all I could do was pull out the information and steal the cloak of the magic item.
　However, Ray stifles when he sees the other person ahead of him.
　That's because he was a man who was supposed to have been cut into the upper and lower parts of his body due to his death size.

(Are you alive in this situation? Was it like an undead one?)

　Follow the judgment and turn to the other person with a death-size attitude. I turned around, but... the man who threw the dagger only a few seconds ago lowered his arm to the ground as if he had lost his strength in that position.
　as if all one's strength had been exhausted

"...what?"

　The other person behind Ray's muttering gaze is no longer alive and won't twitch. 　
　be a genuine corpse
　It is strange to live with only the upper body, but there is no doubt that he has thrown a dagger.
　It's almost impossible for an ordinary person to do it. In fact, there is no other living corpse. Still, since it was a real event, I couldn't help but admit it.
　If you were a monster, you wouldn't have been so surprised if you had acted like you were only moving on your upper body. However, Ray was surprised that the target was people.
　At the same time, for Sistoy, who was aiming for the moment, it is a once in a million chance, and he knocks a few centimeters of stone-like magic items on the floor that create a smoke screen with the intention of dazzling.
　a concurrent smoke screen
　The instant smoke screen fills the waiting room.
　Then Ray, sensing Sistoy's movement, shook his death-size at the smokescreen.
　It's a pity to miss the information and damage the cloak you wanted. But it was still because I instantly decided that it would be better than to choose to let Sistoy go.
　Sistoy, who didn't take it for granted that he would let go so easily, follows his instinctive instincts.
　The miraculous act avoids Ray's blow and heads straight to the waiting room door.
　Ray was the first to be wary of such a systoy.
　It was because he thought he might attack under a smokescreen, but the signs of feeling it left him.
　When he saw it, he instantly took the dagger out of the mistling and threw it.
　Originally, the spear that he was best at throwing was better, but as long as he was near the wall, he could not wield it.
　However, if it was a dagger, it was possible to throw it just by the movement of the wrist.
　Furthermore, the use of the dagger by the men who were supposed to be puppets, which were poisoned, was a matter of instant judgment.

"Oops!"

　an intolerable scream
　Ray did not know exactly how much the poison on the dagger was, but it was clear that it was not a half-baked poison as it was prepared to kill him.

"Did you kill him?"

　While muttering, when I think about the man who attacked me with only his upper body, I can't bring myself to move around in the smokescreen, and I look around to see if there are any sign of movement.
　After a few seconds, there is no further sign of puppet men moving.
　At the same time, the hectic footsteps from outside the waiting room finally exhale.
　The breath is not a breath of relief, but a feeling of missing it.

"It was a great thing to let him go." They were troublesome in many ways."

　The murmur contains a painful color.
　I didn't know why I was able to keep avoiding my attack after all.
　It was thoughtful of me that I had been able to avoid a number of deadly attacks, in particular.
　And...

"I couldn't get that cloak after all,"

　a small sigh
　A magic item that mimics the surrounding scenery and can be called a chameleon cloak. Move to find the discomfort, but it was a must for Ray, who was just a few days away from fighting noise, to make it a little harder for him to keep himself in line.
　As I think like that, I hear voices coming from the waiting room door.

"Wow, this is... I can't see inside!? Hey, is there anyone?"
"Oh, yes! I'm sorry, but wait a little longer." The smoke screen in the room..."

　I muttered so, then. The smoke screen that had been spreading in the room suddenly disappears, as if it were a dream or something.
　It literally disappeared like smoke.

"...this is..."

　I can't help but be at a loss for words, perhaps it was an unexpected situation for Ray.
　What I saw was a man in his twenties looking at me with a dumb look on his face from the waiting room door.
　He was a man on the steering committee who I had seen several times in a competition.
　The fact that Ray has never spoken to her but still knows her is a source of relief.

"I'm sorry, but bring me in." There have been many things, as you can see."
"Oh, oh, no, but are you all right? The room is in terrible condition..."

　No wonder the man on the steering committee muttered dumbfounded. Most of the shelves, boxes, tables, chairs, etc. in the waiting room have been cut apart, and even the walls have been marked by numerous large attacks.
　I was trying to tell the man who approached me worriedly about Ray that he had no injuries... suddenly I wonder.
　It is true that this waiting room today has been left with marks of a sword attack. There's no doubt about it. However, I think there are other things that will definitely attract people's attention.
　Yes, men with their upper and lower bodies amputated and their blood, meat, or internal organs scattered on the floor.
　The moment you question it, you feel something cold like ice in your back and almost instinctively turn away.
　At the same time, a dagger penetrating Ray's body until a moment ago.The point of the dagger is wet with some liquid, and it is not so difficult to judge it as poison from what happened here.

"...what do you mean?"

　Ray, with Death Size in his hand, asks the man on the steering committee. 　
　It's only natural that the voice should be steep. I mean, the irritation comes from my own stupidity, which I couldn't see through the other person's true nature.
　While thinking so, I suddenly feel uncomfortable when I look at the other person.
　I can't say where it is, but it certainly exists.

"Oh, what's the matter with you? I'm still in trouble. If the waiting room is destroyed to this extent, my superior will scold me."

　The sense of incongruity that exists in Ray spreads to the man who tells him without apparent concern about what he did just now.
　such a feeling as if one's speech and action
　With that expression on his face, the man wields a dagger at Ray again.

"No one in the competition is violent and troublesome. Of course I won't deny it. Otherwise, I wouldn't fight in front of a lot of people. But if you leave the waiting-room like this, I shall not be able to..."

　He wields a dagger while telling me so.
　The movement is very difficult to read because the facial expressions and actions do not match.
　The poison on the dagger is probably the reason for its increasing annoyance.
　I know that my body, unlike any other human being, was created by combining the skills of the Zepail family. But it's only natural that an injury will hurt you, and it's natural that a poison will cause you to suffer from it without killing you.
　I don't want to do that under normal conditions, and above all, there will be a match against noise in three days.
　I definitely wanted to avoid the possibility of causing unnecessary damage in such a place.
　As I read the movement of the man's dagger, I suddenly realized.
　The speed of the dagger being wielded is not something that can be matched by amateurs.
　For that reason, there is nothing remarkable about his skill, and he probably hasn't trained as an assassin.
　At the same time, the men's bodies of dolls in the corner of sight.
　I see it and understand it

"Well, you're just like them?"
"What are you talking about? If there is any problem between players, I'm sorry, but I'll disqualify you from the competition."

　Ray frowns slightly even though the conversation is not completely understood.
　However, I was convinced by the interaction. This man is probably of the same kind as the men in the doll he slashed.

"Oh, two steps. You've got everything ready."
"Yes, I see. Now, my next opponent will be Harbard's user, so I'll call you when I'm ready."

　He probably doesn't know what he's already saying. While telling him so, the man wields his dagger wide and tries to point the blade at Ray.
　Avoiding it, Ray tried to hold the death size in his hand... to a halt.
　I understand that if I kill the man in front of me now, I'll be in trouble.
　Unlike the men I killed earlier, there is no doubt that the competition's steering committee is in front of me now. That being the case, killing here would disqualify the competition...and, in turn, the request from Vihela and Theorem to attract the attention of the upper echelons of the Vestian Empire would be a failure.

(I wish I could make him faint and catch him, but I don't think so.)

　Considering the case of a man with his upper and lower body amputated but still moving, it's easy to predict that a fainting attack here will have no effect.

"It's troublesome,"
"Well, but this is also a rule to facilitate the competition."

　the same kind of conversation that seems to be meshed but not meshed
　I clapped my tongue at the conversation, when I heard a loud shout from the waiting room door.

"Hey! This is..."

　The man in his thirties shrieked out of the door. Wearing the same uniform as the man wielding the dagger in front of Ray, it's easy to understand what kind of person he is from.

"Rerroney!"

　The man's mouth was probably the name of the man attacking Ray.
　But a man called Liloney wields a dagger at Ray without reacting to him at all.

"Lerroney, what are you doing? Stop it... Stop it! Are you crazy?"
"From the preliminary round, the top three players can play in the finals."

　He's a desperate call-out, but it doesn't work at all.

"d*mn it, what's going on... Lillonay!"
"It's no use...!"

　Ray says so, playing a dagger thrust into his face with a death-size butt.
　The reason I'm not in a hurry is probably because I'm relieved by the situation.
　In other words, someone has appeared who can prove that he did not kill Liloney unilaterally.

"As you can see, you're completely brainwashed."
"...brainwashing? Who would do that?"
"Well, now!"

　With the words, he avoids a dagger blow and slashes Liloney's feet with a stonghold.
　No matter how strengthened he may be, he seems to have not been able to strengthen his own talent, and Liloney falls back to the spot.
　At the same time, they hit Liloney in the face with a scooping blow and launch him into the air.
　He thrust his foot on the floor's back and spoke to the man near the entrance.

"Can you take this man in there?"

　with confirmation