Take the blow of a long sword at your fingertips with your empty left hand, not the death size you hold in your right hand.
　When he saw Ray's behavior, he looked as if he had won for a second.
　Under normal circumstances, the idea would certainly have been correct. He turned to his bare palm, if not equipped with the back of his hand. Cut off your left hand and use a return blade to smash your head.
　The man's expression, which he had intended to do, momentarily saw that the blade of the long sword had snapped at the root of Ray's hand, and he couldn't tell what had happened.

"...what?"

　a stupid muttering that is never to be uttered in actual warfare
　However, the sight he saw had to make such a stupid voice.
　Who can imagine? To receive the blade of a long sword with an unarmed palm, and then to fold it from the base.
　At the sight of it, the moment the man stops thinking, his consciousness is swallowed up by darkness and he falls to the ground.

"Well, for the time being, I'm getting a little better at it's getting better at it's getting better. -- to some extent indeed."

　mutter as one gazes at a man falling unconscious to the ground
　The band of thieves attacked Ray, who was taking a break to eat lunch, but only two of them were alive, including the man Ray had just killed.

"Glu?"

　Ray reaches out and pats his head as if he were asking.

"But there's a great deal of bandits on the rise. Should we think that the civil war is completely leaked?"

　several hours after hearing how to get to Count O'Brisin's territory Ray and Sett, having been a little hungry, had gone down to the forest where they had seen the earth, and had a rest after dinner, when these seven bandits appeared.
　If they had taken a nap instead of Seto as usual, the robbers would have noticed the presence of a glyphon.
　Unfortunately, however, Sett was enjoying a nap in the shade of a tree in the forest and Ray was the only one in sight.
　What's more, Ray had his dragon lobe hood down for a break, and it was unfortunate that his feminine face was exposed. ...but for the robbers.
　The robbers had told Ray to leave the valuables behind and sell them to slave traders, but when Ray took the death size out of the mystery ring, they attacked him, wondering if he had been deceived by his appearance... and the result was a series of dead bodies.

"Two bandits in a few hours," -- a place where I'd always be pleased."

　While saying so, look around again.
　Two out of seven are thought to be alive.
　Two of the five dead were death-sized and one of them was killed by Sett's forefeet as a result of fleeing into the forest, while the other two were beaten and blown off in a mince or head like a thief with a battleax a few hours ago.
　For Ray, it was really light... I should have touched it with the force of a gentle touch, but it was still too powerful and the place where I touched it turned into a piece of meat.

"That's what happens when you touch it so carefully... how do you control the noise so much?"

　What passed Ray's mind was the battle between noise and Luzzi at the competition.
　Noise took the thrust of a larger, custom-made claymore with the tip of a thrusting magic sword.
　without harming Ruzzi's body, and without harming Claymore, and of course without harming his own magical sword.
　How advanced magic control techniques are required to do it? Ray first understood it when he learned to do it himself.
　Even for the two who managed not to kill, one had his right hand wiped out from his shoulder, and blood, flesh and bones stuck to the trees ahead.
　Ray accidentally hit his right arm, so he didn't die instantly, but if things go on like this, he'll definitely bleed to death.
　And even the last man, Ray's attack, knocked him unconscious...

"Wow..."

　I've done it. Ray looks up to heaven in such a way.

"Rolling".

　Seto encourages Ray to rub his face.
　The man in front of Ray's gaze is certainly not dead. ... he's not dead, to be sure. You'll need the phrase 'as it is.'
　The unconscious man wore a half-plate mail. It's a rare device for a bandit who places importance on quick movement and secrecy, but I can imagine that he's probably active in battle.
　...yes, I was wearing a half‐plate mail. It was the man's condition that should have been spoken in the past tense.
　The armour, supposed to be made of metal, is broken and broken with a blow like Ray's.
　As long as it's made of metal, it's only natural to be dented by severe shocks. But the half-plate mail is broken and broken.
　Ray thought he would have beaten him as weakly as possible, but he still seemed to have been too powerful.
　If the half-plate mail gets a smashing blow, it's only natural that the contents... the internal organs are safe.
　He's still alive now, but it's only a matter of time before his life runs out.
　Soon, Ray looked up to heaven and reflected on himself, but when he regained his mind, he kicked the man who had just fainted with the blow and woke him up.
　Still, it was Ray's consideration that he kicked his leg, not his body, whose internal organs were damaged.
　The main reason, however, is that you should not die before you get the information out.

"Uh, uh... but, uh, uh,"

　Ray opens his mouth to the man who came to his senses with a bloody cough.

"Well, you seem to have woken up, so let's have a pleasant interrogation at once."
"...what?"
"Oh, I'd like to ask you a few questions, but shall I ask you this first?" I'll ask you to tell me your hideout."
"...what are you going to do when you know that?"

　Ray takes the portion out of the mistling without answering a questioning glance at the man.

"If you'd given me the information, I thought I could consider exchanging it with this part. What shall we do?"
"It's... good, good,"

　He tried to talk about something, but before that he vomited blood again.

"I'll tell you, your internal organs are probably quite damaged. My blow seems to have damaged all the half‐plate mail. If things go on like this, I'll die before long. though this would be a different story if you used it."

　Death. The man who was declared so reflectedly looks at his torso.
　There was certainly a figure of his own half-plate mail crashing from around his chest.

"Do I... die?"
"Oh, I'm sure it won't go on like this," If you want to be saved... you know what I mean?"

　Ray, who doesn't say till the end and urges the man to move on.
　The moment he saw Ray... and saw Sett staring at himself near him, he completely broke his will.

"All right. I'll tell you where the hideout is. That's why I'm going to put that part on..."
"The story of the hideout comes first. I might be telling a lie."
"…a little way down this forest." There's a cave about an hour away. That's our hideout."

　Even when you're talking, you cough and spit out blood, which clearly tells you that you're on your way to death.Defeated by the fear of death, the thief easily talks about the hideout and opens his mouth to Ray with an imploring gaze.

"Well, I told you where the hideout was. "Hurry up and put on your portion..."

　At the words Ray looked at the portion he was holding... and then closed his eyes for a few seconds. When you open your eyes, you put the portion directly into the mistling.

"What!"

　Ray opens his mouth to a man who seemed unable to understand what had happened.

"After thinking about it, I thought that even if you continue to play the part, it will only be a disaster if you keep the thief alive."

　tell someone so
　...yes. Ray told the man that when he spoke information, he would not give him a portion, but rather think about whether he could.
　After thinking about it, he decided that helping the man who had been robbing would be a disaster.

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I told you exactly where the hideout was, didn't I? Even the thieves quit. So, please...

　The man's complexion has already turned pale beyond blue.
　If things go on like this, I'm going to die soon. Now that he understands it, he desperately begs Ray. But...

"Did you save the attacker when he said so?"

　Ray's words twitch the man's cheek.
　It was because he enjoyed the act of killing someone who begged for his life.
　Just by looking at the man's expression, Ray somehow understood the man's character, begging for his life in front of him.

"Well... I'd like to help you! Oh, we're robbers who know duty and humanity." He who offered me something of a quiet value, did not kill me, but overlooked me!"

　If Ray leaves here now, I'm sure he'll die. Having understood it, the man desperately says so.
　It seems that the words he used to say when he was looking at Ray as a foolish prey are already out of his mind.
　Even now, I'm still suffering from burning pain. You will die if you don't recover your internal organs quickly after taking potions. It was such a desperate remark, but...

"Well, that's all I can do for you."

　Against the man, Ray picked up his death-size hand and flashed without saying a wordless. The man, who was slashed off his neck and spinning in the air, momentarily looked at his neckless body... his consciousness fell into darkness.

"Outside road,"

　He wields a death-size blaze, but his blade doesn't even have a drop of blood on it, because Ray's physical ability and skill were such a perfect match.
　Ray nods satisfactorily that the blood of the outroad did not touch the blade and puts it in a mistling.

"Glu?"

　What are you going to do now? That's how Seto purges, caressing his head and opening his mouth with a smile.

"Of course I will attack their hideout, and if there are any other thieves, I will get rid of them and give them the treasure I have in store." So can I ask you?"
"Roll-roll-roll-roll!"

　Realizing what Ray is asking for, Seto crouches down once to make it easier for Ray to ride on his back.
　When Ray leaps on his back in a weightless motion, Sett flaps his wings up in the air after a few steps of running.
　As Seto did, monsters and wild animals in the forest would hide themselves so they wouldn't be found.





　a stunning autumnal atmosphere that makes me want to tell you what the midsummer heat was at a competition.
　Ray was flying across the night sky straddling Sett's back, as it became cooler at night and some people even felt cold.

"Huh? Oh, that's where the third prince's faction is based? But there really were a lot of thieves." Is that not a thief, by any chance?"

　mutter, recalling that he had beaten the thief three times before he arrived here.
　The first time the traveler was attacked, the next time he was having a lunch break, and the last time he was attacking the merchant this morning, a total of three times.
　Considering it's only a two-day journey, the chances of encountering thieves are very high.
　But if they hadn't encountered a merchant attacked by a bandit, Ray and Sett probably would not have reached the Earl of Obrisin's territory yet.
　The merchant who helped me to-day gave me the detailed way, and this is how I got to the land of the Earl of Obrisin.
　but it would be fair to say that two days on a flight set would have been lost for an ordinary man to travel from the imperial capital to the land of the Earl of Obrisin, two days away.
　But Ray has a point to make. Maps are so rare and valuable in this world that it's not so easy to get by Ray, a mere adventurer. What's more, even if you ask for directions, it's the way for those who go on the ground.
　There are many things Ray can't understand when he's on a flying set.

"Well, I'm here in two days, and that's all right."

　Now that you mutter, I guess the awards ceremony is over. Thinking that way, Ray signals Seto down toward the entrance to the ground-built position...
　I understand that I'm causing a lot of trouble to Dusker about the awards ceremony, but I hope there's no particular trouble. with that in mind