Most of the men are breathtaking the moment they see it.
　We also feel threatened by other adventurers who appeared to keep us in check, but now we have someone who feels more threatened.
　At first glance, Ray seemed nothing but an adventurer, but now his impression has changed completely.
　He takes a blow from a club wielded by a large man with one hand and rolls the man several meters on the ground, even though he only seemed to kick it lightly.
　A scythe that showed such unconventional physical abilities and, above all, showed up out of nowhere.
　By the time I saw the scythe, most people knew the person in front of them.
　And above all...

"Grull".

　Gryphon emerged from behind Ray.
　He is grunting uncomfortably and looking at the men.
　Usually, it's right to describe them as round eyes, but the eyes that are directed at men now are sharp, and it's fair to say that they're looking at prey.
　As far as men know, there is only one person in Gillum who uses a scythe.
　One of them is... perhaps the only person in the world who has a Gryphon as a follower.
　It's no wonder that men living in the world behind Gilmoo don't know who he is.
　a man who wields his power thoroughly without mercy if he is hostile.
　One of the men utters the name of the person who carried the death size on his shoulder and followed the set next to him.

"The crimson... Ray."

　The moment the words are uttered, the men are buzzing noise.
　I already knew from the current situation that Ray was in front of me. 　
　But even so, they understood that it was a hopeless opponent who stood in front of them when they said it again.
　Some of us who understand it quickly look around.
　With Ray's presence appearing, the attack was as good as a failure. That being the case, as soon as possible... that's because I decided that I should leave this place before I got hurt.
　But Ray's companions, who surround the men, show off their weapons and keep them in check.

"Well... you've done quite as I expected." I understand it was too quick to do this to deny the outcome of the duel...but it's too short‐sighted, isn't it? Now that you're here to attack me, you're done with it'

　a ostentatious death‐size ray
　The sound of cutting through the air on winter nights reminded those who heard it of their own end.

"What shall I do? If I were to be caught quietly, it would save me time and effort."

　Ray says, thinking he would never obey.
　It was aimed at men, and at the same time at keeping.
　There are Ray and Seto, Fluorocarbons and Brasso, and even Sergio, Johanna, and Deetz.
　There's no way we can escape safely here.
　If you have no escape, you have the option of fighting here, but given the strength you have here, it would be nothing but suicide.
　That being the case, it's true that it's the best choice in theory, considering that surrendering quietly will keep you safe from injury.
　But for men, surrendering quietly without a fight hurts their pride. ...even if that's pride in the wrong sense.
　Keeping is easier, and you can never surrender to a mere adventurous spirit.
　It's a matter of pride, but above all it's about self-protection.
　Today's duel has reduced Keep's status as a nobleman to earth, covered in mud, and even in excrement.
　It would be far from disinheritance if he were caught here trying to attack the Baron Cisne family, even though his family would certainly punish him.
　In fact, it was Keep's prediction that he would be disinherited with the lightest punishment.
　As long as the knights are subordinates to the keepers, the punishment is as severe as the keepers... no, in the sense that they failed to prevent this happening.
　That is to say, those here can never imitate Ray's words.

"... Kelp... Kelp."

　As Ray's words quieten down, such a voice suddenly echoes around him.
　That voice was uttered by Keep.
　Ray opens his mouth to such a keep, always ready to shake his death size.

"Why not? Can you put it into words?"
"I told you not to mess with me! You must be the cause of everything! If you hadn't interrupted me then, I wouldn't have been like this! Even you... if you weren't there!"

　Perhaps he's getting excited as he talks, keep wielding his spear in his hand over and over again.

"Why, there are people like you, b*tc*! If you don't do something about them here, you'll end up with the worst! Be prepared! Here's where I'm going to kill them!"

　Knights hold their long swords in response to the cries of the keepers.
　The rest of the men, too, took up arms against each other, as if they were being taken advantage of by the word of the keepers.
　Looking around at such a group, Ray breathes.

"Hey, Ray! They chose to fight us, so that's enough! Let them fight!"

　Shouting his irritation at Ray is a facial expression of wanting to beat him up quickly.
　Fluorocarbons are originally masculine in language, but they are caring.
　That's obvious when you first met Ray, who isn't very good at socializing.
　Fluorocarbons today, however, are showing their irritation as if they had forgotten how good they were.
　It is only natural that he wielded his position and power to get a woman, and if it failed, he took her to the duel, and if he found out what Ray was, he attacked the Baroness of Cisne again and again, and if he lost the duel after failing, he led the pack in the same day.
　Fluorocarbons were naturally hated.

"Ah... Ray, Fluorocarbons are very violent, but I don't think they'll be caught quietly at this point." If you waste your time here, that's not to say that there's something else you can do. You'd better catch him here at once."

　Ray nods with a small sigh as he holds a shaking hammer in his hand.
　To be honest with you, it would have been best if you were meek to be caught fighting against the keepers who didn't have a strong opponent...

"I can't help it. We're all on the move. Catch him, but don't kill him and his knight. Other than that, I don't mind killing you at the worst. They were just trying to raid the aristocratic compound. If you catch them, they'll definitely be enslaved, and you'll get paid a little more."

　Words from Ray's mouth signal the start of a battle.
　Fluorocarbons, of course, were the first to move.
　Holding a long sword in his hand, he slashed at the man nearest him.
　The man had a spear in his hand, but the spear, which he held out to prevent a blow from being struck by fluorocarbons, had its handle cut off easily and at the same time cut off the man's body.
　At a glance, the wound proved fatal, but Fluorocarbons move on regardless of such a man.
　Fluorocarbons had a stronger feeling that they didn't like the men in front of them than they would get the money they had sold off as slaves.
　Fighting has also begun elsewhere.
　Fluorocarbons were the only ones who thought it was OK to kill their opponents, but the woman must still have a lot of thoughts about this incident among the former squadrons. It doesn't go as far as killing, but it beats me relentlessly.
　He is skilled enough to faint at one blow, but he deliberately inflicts pain on him.
　It would be like hell for men to be physically injured so many times that they can't faint.
　Men are overwhelmingly larger in number, nearly three times larger in number.
　Nevertheless, it was the men who were unilaterally affected.Staring at this, Ray opens his mouth to the keep in front of him with his death size in hand.

"...well, they seem to have started, and I think they're about to start."

　When Ray takes a step forward, the strength of his strength up to now is a lie, and the keep a few steps back.
　Following such a keep, the knights stepped back.
　Ray takes another step and the keepers go down... and after a few repetitions, Ray opens his mouth dumbfounded.

"How long are you going to run about?" You're nobleman, aren't you? Show us your noble pride at the end. and I can't get away with it any longer."

　Rey's words make the keep look back.
　Knights also look behind them as if they were being caught by the movement of the keep.
　It's a fatal gap in the face of Ray.
　Still, Ray doesn't show any signs of attacking, but the keepers just look behind him and realize that there is a battle going on between Fluorocarbons, Brasso, and the former squadrons he brought in, and that he can't back down any further.

"Now you know you can't get away with it, can you?" I don't like wasting time either. -- "Set, you ask for three of your knights."
"Gruly!"

　Steping forward in step with Ray taking a step forward, Seto shouts his throat at Ray's words and turns his gaze to the knights.
　Naturally the first knights to fight against the Rank A monsters are bowed to the pressure emanating from Sett... and still face Sett with a long sword to protect his keep.

(Yes)

　Ray looks surprised at the unexpected developments, as he thought the knights would leave the keep behind.

"Well, good luck," I'll let you do it this way."

　a lay approaching death size
　I suppose you're trying to keep it in check. The keeper wields his spear.
　It is not, however, the movement of a person who has trained his spear, but is swinging it around without reason.
　It might have been difficult to approach someone who didn't know how to fight. But the action against Ray made no sense at all...rather than just creating a big gap.
　shake one's death size and hit a spear
　At that moment, with a shrill metallic sound, a spear is bounced from the hand of the keep and flies straight up.

"Ahhhhhhhhhurt!"

　Keep crying and screaming on the spot in the shock of a spear hitting death size.
　As I watched it, I reached out to the other person who didn't hold the death-size... the next moment I saw a spear shot directly above me in his hand.

"Roll-roll-roll-roll!"

　Ray turned his eyes to Seto's cry, where he saw three knights unconscious by water polo and wind Arrow attacks.
　The knights appear to have been injured but not fatal, perhaps because they understood what Ray said before the battle.
　Many of the men who came under the leadership of the keep have either lost consciousness or fallen to the ground one after another due to the apparent difference in ability.

"Well, you're done with it. Be quiet and catch! The people you brought will be almost wiped out."

　At Ray's words, kept crying and holding his arm, turned his eyes hurriedly behind him.
　Spread out there was a scene exactly as Ray said.
　All the knights in his bodyguard had already fainted, and most of the men had already fallen to the ground.

"Well, your attempt has failed. Be quiet and be caught here."
"... Nosy! What a grudge do you have against me as a nobleman! d*mn it!"

　Dyeing his fear of Ray with hatred inside him, he runs with a dagger from his pocket.
　The dagger's sheath was thrown away and its blade thrusts out to Ray's face... uncovered by dragon robes.
　I wasn't conscious of myself at all, but this was actually the best option I could take today.
　Dragon robes made from dragon leather and scales are extremely defensive.
　That's so much that you can't even scratch it with a half‐hearted weaponry.
　However, it is only the place where the Dragon Robes are located, and it does not cover Ray's body like the so-called magic barriers and barriers, or the red armor of the Flame Emperor.
　In other words, where there are no dragon robes... weapons attacks are usually effective in the face and stomach.
　Especially in the face, a blow can be fatal.
　That'surely...

"If it hits me, though,"

　With that word, he waits for the keep and wields his powers of death.
　There are two lines of silver wire that cut through the night air.
　At the next moment, the ends of the keep were cut off and fluttered into the night sky, falling to the ground in the moonlight.