Some were flying in the sky in the autumn sunset.
　No one noticed it, perhaps because it was flying under the sunset.
　No, they fly high in the sky, so if they look up from the ground and notice their existence, they'll probably judge them as birds or something.
　If you look closely, you may find yourself silhouette-different from birds, but few farmers do so.
　adventurers, soldiers, knights, if possible. Or is he a hunter?

"...well, as far as I can see, there's no such thing anywhere."

　The shadow flying in the sky, Ray on Sett's back, mutters like that.

"Glu?"

　She turns to Ray on his back and asks him, "What's the matter?"
　Its wings are flapping slowly, wide... and forcefully.
　While gently stroking Seto's head, Ray shook his head and opened his mouth.

"No, it's nothing special. It's all right to come out on a reconnaissance mission at the request of Theoreum, but it's boring that there's nothing wrong with it."

　Ordinary people would find it difficult to tell who is on the ground from the sight of the autumn sunset, which seems to turn red all around them.
　But flying in the air is a Gryphon set, and at the same time Ray, who has extraordinary physical abilities and senses.
　We're scouting while watching the ground as if the sunset is no obstacle, but there's nothing particular to find.
　Flying in the sky for five minutes or so to view the earth.
　If this was an ordinary cavalry reconnaissance, you'd think it was only about five minutes.
　But to Seto... five minutes into the Gryphon.
　Given its speed, the range of reconnaissance demanded by Theoreum was more than adequate.

"So far as I can see on earth, they are Goblin, and so on. There is no sign of the punitive force."
"Grull?"

　Ray opens his mouth after a few seconds of contemplation as he turns around and asks again what he's going to do.

"Well, now that we have finished the reconnaissance of the requested range, shall we go back to the position?" But at this hour, the position is not yet ready...?"

　When you say that much, you feel something unusual on the ground. It's a group of people who feel foreign.
　Is it a punitive force? Ray thought so for a moment, but if you look closely, there is a battle going on between the groups.
　No, the expression "group-to-group" is not correct. A small number of people were being attacked by a large number of people.
　However, in terms of military power, they are even. This is because a small number of people had more power than that, and although it wasn't like a one-on-one attack... a few people who were attacking alone had the ability to cope with it.
　However, it is difficult to continue to prevent all the incessant attacks under siege, and you can see that they are gradually suffering from scratches.

"At this rate, too few people will eventually be defeated by the quantity. If that happens, I'm sure you'll have a lot of misery."

　The exact number of people behind Ray's gaze is five. All of them are women.
　All those attacking it are men. Are there about thirty people in the number is about thirty.

"...what shall we do now?"
"Glu?"

　Can't you help her? That's how Seto purges, and Ray thinks, caressing her neck with a difficult look.

(I'm sure I'll be helping you, if I' In this pattern, the other party is usually a thief. But...)

　a reason to hesitate about it This is because neither the attacker nor the attacker seemed to be a thief or adventurer.
　Each adventurer usually wears the most suitable equipment for himself.
　But the people at the sight were different.
　The women under attack are all dressed in white metal armor, while the men are dressed in black metal armor.
　Yes, just like the army.

`It's like some sort of army or knighthood,' Is there a mercenary in the hole?"

　Nevertheless, Ray recognizes that mercenaries are unlikely.
　Mercenaries, like adventurers, are composed of small groups. In other words, the roles of searching for enemies, recoveries, long distances, and avant-garde are usually divided, and above all, it must be difficult for mercenaries to have five pieces of white, high-quality armor worn by women.

"Well, it might be a different story if it were a well-known company of mercenough." But what shall we do?"

　With a sigh, Ray watches the earth from above.
　Fortunately, Seto is now flying in the red sky from the autumn sunset. You can think carefully because you don't have to worry about being found on the ground.
　However, although there is time to think about it, the battle on the ground is equivalent to the fact that women have already postponed their defeat because they are overwhelmed by the amount of their opponents.
　And the men's vulgar smiles, which were captured only by Ray's vision.
　It was obvious at a glance what the losers were going to do.

"I think it's pathetic, indeed, but there's a high possibility that if I come here to help you, you'll end up in a bad situation."

　The reason why Ray didn't take part in the last battle with the punitive force is that he belonged to the rebel force... or that he didn't know about it.
　And the battles now taking place on earth are not those of adventurers and bandits.
　It's hard to say that there's absolutely no chance of an adventurous bandit being fought in what could be called a very close sight of the rebels at this time, but it was nevertheless, it was a fact that the odds were very low.

"Then, if I had saved them, I would have to keep them all quiet."

　As for Ray muttering, shutting his mouth doesn't mean killing everyone.
　There may be a need to detain the rebels temporarily, but that's all.
　But then we'll have to embrace the disturbing elements... and perhaps the likes of Teoreme and Tiyur won't please us.

(I'm sorry, but... forsake it.) I don't know if they were knights, mercenaries, or adventurers, but I think they got these jobs with an understanding of what they would do if they were defeated in the battlefield.)

　I decided to do so and tried to urge Sett to return to his position.

"I can't lose! Until I see Prince Mercurio!"

　Such a cry came from one of the women on earth.
　I heard the cry because it was from a woman's soul.
　I don't know what coincidence was the result of the combination, but the cry definitely reached Ray's ears.
　Of course, the woman who screamed would not have intended to hear Ray. I don't know Ray and Sett are here in the first place.
　Nevertheless, it was true that the woman's cries reached Ray's ears.
　And now that he has heard of meeting Mercurio, he has no choice but to not help Ray, who is cooperating with the rebels.
　I originally wanted to help women if possible.
　But he didn't... he couldn't because Ray was cooperating with the rebels, and he wanted to avoid being known to others as much as possible.
　But if the women under attack want the rebels, it's a different story.
　Remove the death size from the mistling and lightly tap Seto on the neck.

"Shall we go, Set?"
"Gruly!"

　Ray with his death size in hand shows at a glance what he wants.
　Seto goes down with his wings spread out when he shrieks briefly.
　The flight method, described as gliding, goes around behind the men with little noise as it doesn't flap its wings.
　Men focused on the woman in front of them never seem to have noticed Ray and Sett, a deadly threat from behind.
　It was probably the women facing the men who noticed it.I couldn't help but open my eyes to the sudden appearance of the Gryphon from the sunset.
　Some exclaimed in astonishment, but they judged that they must have groaned in despair in anticipation of their defeat. . . . .

"Gurling!"

　The moment you hear the voice suddenly coming from behind, most of the men's movements stop on the spot.
　King's tyranny, a skill of Seto.
　The skill has the effect of stopping the listener's movements, but the level itself is not that high, and it is not difficult for a person of a certain strength to resist.
　But... as long as you're aware of Seto's presence and be careful.
　They are looking at the women with animal avarice in front of the five women who will almost lose their fighting. Under such circumstances, if the king suddenly tried to intimidate me from behind, I couldn't resist the men.
　And the moment they stopped moving... something that men can only say is hopeless.

"Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

　At Seto's gliding speed, he plunges in from behind the stuck men.
　What is popular there is, of course, the death size, which can be said to be a synonym for Ray.
　Every time a giant scythe is wielded more comically than Ray's, the men's bodies are split up and down, their necks are cut off, and their limbs roll.
　Arriving in front of five women through the men, Seto flapped his wings wide and slowed down to land.
　For a moment... half of the thirty or so men's troops have been rendered unfeasible by Ray and Sett, though it was only a momentary event for them.
　Fortunately, only half of them lost their lives, but the answer would be no if those who lost their limbs could continue to work as adventurers, mercenaries, soldiers, and knights.
　In a matter of a second, Ray even cut the men's lives to pieces.
　The good news of the misfortune was that the leader of the men managed to survive.
　However, this is not because of ability, but purely because of luck.
　If there were any differences, I might have been the one who had killed myself by scattering internal organs, blood, meat, bones, and so on on the ground.
　I guess it's because I understand it. No one can say anything to Ray and Seto, including the leader.

"...well. I don't know how to do this and ask you now... what kind of relationship are you guys have?"

　The first person to speak to Ray, who wielded death-size and asked him with blood on his blade, was the man who seemed to be leading the women.

"I'd like to hear it before that. a huge sickle in the gryphon Are you sure you are Ray of crimson?"

　Ray nods, somewhat surprised by the timeless tone of his words.
　The faces of the men who were watching it turn as blue as you can see.
　I could have noticed Ray was in front of me more quickly. However, I suppose they were half-constrained by the sudden thrust of the train and trampling on them.

"Yes, and what about you?"

　In a second push, the woman glances toward the men before opening her mouth.

"We obey Prince Fritzione. I was here on business, but... I can't believe that there really is a lord Ray. Then, after all, that information was true. I'm getting lucky."

　The woman's words told him that the master of the voice was this person, and Ray could easily predict the task.

(With Mercurio's name on the table, there is no doubt that the rebels have something to do with themselves.) Besides, the name Fritzione sounds familiar. It was Vihela's sister... I'm sure. He must have been on the side of the punitive force, but what's going on now? Anyway, before that...)

　Although Ray had a lot of doubts inside, he still decided that he couldn't leave the men in front of him alone.
　They were attacking those who wanted Mercurio. It is, in other words, the enemy of the rebels.

"Should I catch him alive?"

　In response to Ray's confirmation, the woman of the leadership nods hesitantly.

"If I could catch one -- a man who was the leader of the enemy, I wouldn't need anything else."
"All right,"

　Such Rey's words finally make the men realize that their lives are in danger.

"Wait! Wait! I don't mean to be hostile to you!"
"... then drop your arms." I admit that the man with the weapon has the will to oppose me."

　As soon as they heard the words, all the men threw their weapons to the ground... ...contrary to what the woman said, they succeeded in catching all the surviving men.