Out of the magic tent, Ray faces the men.
　Two have long swords and three have spears.
　As the center of the Third Prince's faction is gathering and holding a meeting, naturally there are no other tents around.
　That's why we had enough space to play mock battles.

"Grull?"

　Seth looks at Ray and the men from a distance.
　Those who had heard of Seto, including the men who had come out of the magic tent, but had never seen him before, were amazed to see him lying beside the magic tent.
　The two knights who were in charge of guarding the magic tent were apparently nervous.
　After all, the presence of a glyphon near us must be a strain.
　Ray, the lord of Seto, was in the magic tent and was largely absent.
　Standing near the presence of the Gryphon without the Lord, though you can see that he was a slave--not in the city--was a great strain and exhaustion.
　However, Ray was finally released from the strain and exhaustion... I thought of some of the military leaders coming out of the magic tent one after another, and three of them faced Ray in a daunting manner.
　Why do we think so when we're at work? It's no use thinking so in private.
　With these knights elsewhere, Ray and the men face each other.
　Others, including Teoreme, Mercurio, Tiyur, and Gurgast, watched it a little further away from Ray and the men. 　
　Vihela then stands between Ray and the men and opens her mouth.

"""I'm going to start a mock battle now, but don't let them get hurt so that they won't hurt their opponents fatally or interfere with their actions." All right?"

　The reason why Vihela is refereing in this way is simple.
　He's the strongest person in the world, let alone Ray.
　Even the men who are facing Ray have a clear feeling that Vihela has feelings for Ray, and in that sense she is not worthy of a referee.
　But it was also true that the men should see the fight as closely as possible, as long as the main reason was to wake up to Vihela.

"No problem,"

　Among the men, the leader of the group, who looks a few years older than Vihela, nods to confirm the rules.

"There's no problem here, either,"

　And Ray nods to Vihela's words as well.
　When Vihela confirms it, she looks at it with the last sign of confirmation, and the men and Ray, who have no particular objection, reply silently.
　But... Ray will soon open his mouth.
　Because two of the three men stepped back.
　What remained was the non‐leader of the three men with long swords.
　Ray opens his mouth while taking the death size out of the mistling.

"What on earth are you going to do with me?"

　The remark must have sounded insulting. The remaining man in his twenties twitches his cheeks.

"You said Ray in crimson. You may be notorious, but did you intend to deal with all three of us at the same time by yourself? That seems to take us too lightly."

　A man who draws a long sword from the sheath of his waist and tells Ray glaring at him.

(Can't we understand each other's differences in ability even if we face each other like this?)

　Ray turned his eyes to Vihela, muttering inwardly, but all he came back was a silent, small shake of his head.
　If you were to force me to translate that attitude into words, would it be like, 'I can't understand even if I say it in words, so I'll teach you with my own ability?'
　At such a silent gesture from Vihela, Ray breathes out and swings his death size.
　People watching Ray and the man around him catch their breath with a sharp blow that cuts the air.
　It's the same for two of the men who were facing each other or watching from a distance, and it's only until now that they realize how powerful Ray is. He turns the point of his sword towards Ray with all his might.

(You put too much energy into your body.)

　Humans can move faster if they are moderately relaxed.
　But the man in front of him, seeing Ray's sharp blow, clearly felt emphatic in his body, and did not seem to be able to fight properly, if not at all.
　But the start of the battle has already entered a countdown state...

"Cheer up, show us the pride of the nobility!"

　The man puts more energy into the voice of his companions from behind.
　The person who sent the support probably doesn't intend to do so. However, the man standing in front of Ray was apparently moving badly.

(Are you not accustomed to fighting in public like this, even though you have feelings for Vihela?)

　That's what Ray thinks.
　Of course that's the reason, but what's bigger is probably standing in front of Ray.
　Ray himself has little awareness of this, but as a result of the intense battles he has experienced since coming into this world and the fight against noise, he has put a lot of pressure on his opponents just by facing each other.
　However, he is hardly aware of it, and only nods his head inwardly at the man's actions.
　This would have allowed anyone with some real experience to pass the pressure from Ray, but unfortunately the men have very little real experience in themselves.
　It was because they had taken the measure of leaving the actual fighting to their subordinates who were good at that kind of course.
　It's not that it's bad, though. Working with people is a talent and important thing for a noble family.
　However, as far as I am now facing Ray, such an experience has been of little use.
　He is a man who has the ability to contend with elite knights in training, but training and actual fighting are two different things.

"So you're both ready?"

　Rey responds to Vihela's words by holding up a death size, and the man also manages to hold up his long sword.
　Vichela opens her mouth wide, though it was already a successful game.

"Let's get on with it said.

　With that voice, the first person to kick the ground was not Ray... but the man.
　Rather than being bold enough, there was a movement that he memorized in a semi-confused state, which meant that he was serious enough about training.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

　With a semi-screaming cry, the man's long sword is wielded.
　a cross‐mowing blow as if to cut the torso in two directions
　Originally, this is a mock battle, so you have to stop moving just before you hit it, but the man can't afford it.

"Oops!"

　Such a scream was one of the aristocrats who reacted favorably to Ray.
　The aristocrat's eyes would have seen the future of a halved long sword cutting Ray's body in half.
　The next moment, however, the noble man... and others saw the long sword cut sideways with a death-sized handle, and then flung it into the rock, entwined it, and flung it up into the sky.
　Furthermore, using a death-size handle to entwine a long sword, the blade of a death-size blade is thrust right into the man's neck when people around him notice it.

"Well..."

　I don't know what happened. He raised his voice like that, but the result of the match has not been reversed.

"That's it, winner, Ray."

　Then, Vihela's words clearly determine the winner or loser.
　Many of the buzz around him is that Ray's ability was genuine.
　That's probably the case. The match was decided only by practically cutting a blade. But Ray obviously has some extra energy left.

(If possible, I wanted to use the armor of the king to give the meaning of practicing, but... it's extremely difficult to control.) if you use it badly, it may be as if you had done it to a thief.)

　A clear enemy, like a thief, who has sought his own life, is in front of him. ...not to be clear, but hostile.
　Ray opens his mouth as he watches the other two leaders with spears and long swords.

"It's troublesome to deal with one person at a time. You can come and get me together."
"Oh, wow, are you going to make fun of us!"

　It's the man with the spear that screams so.
　But the man himself understood best that he was screaming because he was in a situation where he couldn't back down.
　I couldn't help but hold my breath when I saw a long sword that had been hoisted up in the air and stuck in the ground.I know what I've done. I use a spear, which is a long‐handled weapon. You could do the same with your inferior partner.
　But what Ray did earlier was a surprisingly smooth movement, and if asked if he could do the same thing at the same level, the answer would have to be negative.
　the same imitation as the same imitation In words, the difference is only three letters, but the difference there is too long, too far and too steep for a man to catch up with himself.
　Also, a man of leadership probably understood the difference in ability. Then he nods back to the spearman next to him.

"They say it's all right if they're together." If so, I'll accept your offer. In fact, if we fight one by one, it's not something that we can handle."
"Yes,"

　Rey unwittingly expresses her admiration for the leader's words of admiration.
　For, given the example of the aristocrats who had been at odds with them, they never thought they would admit their disadvantage.
　Vihela smiles a little at Ray.
　For Vihela, these are indeed those who have an annoying affection for themselves, but if they really were anything but harmful, they would never have joined this army.

(There are some problems with his personality, but it is true that he is rather good among the nobles.)

　the three of them facing each other in the face of a whispering Vihela
　The first interaction must have fully understood Ray's ability. Like the first man, he's not overstressed, but he's looking nervous.

"I hope the rules are the same as before." ...let's get it!"

　Along with the words, Ray was the first to act.
　kick straight to one's opponent
　The men parted from the front guard and the rear guard at the start of the game, but in the first game they must have been surprised that Ray, who had been waiting for them, suddenly rushed in. The momentary agitation slowed him down, and by the time he regained his grip, Ray had already captured the leader-like dagger in his death-size moments.

"What!"

　The man wields his long sword down, dumbfounded at the speed of his step.
　The blow, delivered to distance Ray even a little, is easily delivered by Ray's death size.

"Oh!"

　The impact, struck with Death Size, was as if a dagger had been pounded hard against a mass of metal, and could not be tolerated if not quite.
　With a metallic jingle, the long sword snaps out of the numb hands.
　When Ray sees it, he walks past it and rolls the leader to the ground.
　Then, leaving the leader-like man who fell to the ground, he rushed toward the man with the spear.

"Oh, my God!"

　The man with the spear saw the most capable leader of all of them easily fall to the ground, but he probably decided that if things went on like this he would only lose unilaterally. Shouting as if to inspire himself, he thrusts a spear at Ray.

"Very... "

　Ray, who had always thought he would run away or surrender, twines a spear stuck out in a death-size butt and throws it into the air.

"What? Huh?"

　Suddenly, he cried out, not realizing that the weight of the spear had disappeared... the next moment he noticed a death-size blade that had hit his neck.