The battle fought in the moonlight, which was cut off by clouds, was a complete victory or defeat.
　The Ray's strength was overwhelmingly superior to those prepared by the keepers.
　Given the circumstances, it's only natural that the many keepers lose.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　Keep losing both arms and crying in extreme pain.
　There's a steady stream of blood coming from both shoulders, and at this rate he'll bleed to death before long.
　Even if I try to stop the blood, there is no point beyond the shoulders of both arms, so all I can do now is cry bitterly.
　Fluorocarbons are running their fellow adventurers for guards, but nobody thinks they'll hold on until then.

(Hurry up. I wish I had broken my arms instead of amputating them. -- well, those knights need not have been forced to treat them.)

　Take the potion out of the mistling, thinking that it would take extra time because of the carelessness of one's actions.
　However, the portion is by no means of high quality.
　With the arm amputated now, a high-quality portion could have tied it up.
　However, such a portion is naturally very rare, and Ray finds no meaning in using it against the keepers crying in front of him.
　However, the portion in Ray's hand is not so rare, but rather expensive.
　Open the bottle and roughly sprinkle it over the shoulders of the keep.
　Gradually, the amount of blood running from both shoulders decreased to the point where one could see it.
　You can't stop the blood completely, but after some treatment, you probably won't die before the guards come.

"It's quite merciful for Mr. Ray said.

　Dietes, who had been watching the fainting men not to regain consciousness, muttered a little surprise at Ray, who had put on a part to keep him.
　That's because Ray knows he's relatively lenient with his family, but he won't tolerate anyone he once confronted.
　But Sergio, watching over the fainters at such a deet, shakes his head.

"This man called Keep is the mastermind of this case. That being the case, there is a big difference between being alive and being dead in handing over to a guard. Besides, if you kill him here, Ray might be blamed for overdoing it."
"Oh, well, I'm a nobleman," If we tried to attack them, and we tried to catch them, and we died, they might say a lot."

　Perhaps it's a bad experience for the aristocracy, but Diet's tone is full of bitterness.

"Well, if you see a fellow who has lost his arms like this, you may say a lot to him, but then he throws round like a Dusker."

　He may have been relieved by the pain and the stop of blood flowing from his shoulders. Ray mutters, looking at the unconscious keep.
　Other men who were not faint but beaten up by Sergio are moaning.
　But no one here has any sympathy for such men.
　On the contrary, there were more people who looked coldly at him for their own fault.

"Seto, you did well today. Well... Yes, I don't have hot food at times like this, but I do. Thank you for your hard work."

　Meanwhile, Johanna is feeding Seto dried meat from her waistbag, as if to say she is not interested in the men who have already fallen.

"Rolling".

　A set that crows happily and chews dried meat with a stick.
　Johanna caresses her head, neck and body with love, with her eyes squinting happily.
　Keep an eye on the men who have not lost consciousness yet, and keep an eye on the people who have lost consciousness. Eventually, Ray opens his mouth with a look of surprise as he notices a crowd of footsteps approaching him.

"Well, it's quite early," Well, it's not too late at night, and above all, it's no wonder that it's a disturbance in the aristocracy."
"You have a good position as a nobleman said.
"Dietz, I understand you have something in mind, but I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble here."

　When Ray bows, Deats bows small and then silent.
　Soon after, the guards show up.

"Well, take all the fainting with you, Ray! It was you, after all. I heard from Mr. Dusker, but I never expected it to be so great a disturbance."

　It was Ray's familiar face who rushed to the scene, gave instructions, and then raised his little hand to speak to him.
　a man of considerable standing among the guards
　Ray twists his head mysteriously, raising his hand to say hello.

"I thought Langa was coming, but she wasn't."
"Ah... as it was supposed to be, Captain Langa was called by Mr. Dusker."
"Do you happen to have any trouble.

　The man continues with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it. If anything, it's good news for the Ray's. In the duel you have fought to-day, Baron Cisne will receive half of the property of the boy's house, so that it may be done promptly."
"...I don't think it's a job for the captain of the guard,"
"The Baron Cisne family seems to have no intention of moving from Guillum. As for property, it seems that he intends to accept it not as a property or mine, but as something that can be easily carried, such as gold, magic, or art."

　The words suggest why Langa, who is also the head of the security force, was called.
　Because he can imagine it, Ray looks at the man in front of him.

"Isn't that usually done by adventurers or mercenaries? What is it by the guards?"
"The Earl of Eriel is, as you can see, a rather arrogant house there. And, of course, that's why we've saved a lot of money... and it seems that we're going to send a guard led by Captain Langa as our bodyguard. There was a request from the Baroness of Cisne."
"... well, if both are satisfied, I have no complaints."

　He brings half the property of the Earl of Eriel. Naturally, there is a great likelihood of trouble even within the Earl of Eriel. ... well, I'm pretty sure.
　Even the Earl of Eriel would naturally be confused in taking over the property.
　It's natural, isn't it? To bet half of your fortune is something that the keeper did without the permission of the head of the family.
　Normally, even a legitimate child can't do such a thing, and you can't evade it.
　However, as long as he is registered as a legitimate child, he is responsible for his words.
　If further legal action is taken on top of that, we can't get away with it.
　I couldn't, but... if it was the adventurer who went to pick up the property, there was a way to do it, either on the part of the Earl of Eriel or on the part of the family.
　Muet relied on Dusker to prevent him from doing it.
　Dusker also has great advantages in accepting the request.
　You can see rewards and other aristocratic territories, and you can expect more influence as a neutralist.
　Thus, mutual interests were united and Langa was sent to the Earl of Eriel.

"That's all right," They tried to attack Baron Cisne's house, didn't they?"

　A man who already knows, but still asks Ray for confirmation.
　Ray nods back to the words.

"Oh, I'll find out the details if I ask them.
"Well, if you tried to attack the nobility's house, that group would be enslaved, let alone the nobility and knights." What are you going to do? Will Ray get it?"
"No, I'm fine. -- yes, sir.Ray turned his eyes to Fluorocarbons, but he was already showing his dislike for the men. He turns a sharp glance at Ray, saying he absolutely doesn't want to get any more involved.
　The next thing Ray looked at was Brasso, who was carrying a jolting hammer on his shoulder.
　But if you leave your money to Blaso badly, you'll end up paying for it all, and you'll end up talking to Sergio.

"Sergio, I'll leave the negotiations on slavery to you. Divide it up to everyone here."
"Me? Well, I don't mind if everyone likes it, but... if I, the newcomer, manage it?"

　Sergio turns to the rest of the squad and asks.
　Fluorocarbons were the first to speak at the remark.

"Isn't it okay? You know Ray, so you don't do anything funny?"

　It implied that if you acted strangely, Ray's reputation would be damaged.

"Yes, don't worry about it. I can't do anything to discredit Mr. Ray's name."

　Sergio nods with a completely insinuating smile, despite the signs of a brawl around him.





　When the keepers, the knights, and the men they took were caught, there was a carriage moving through the night's guillem.
　Sitting in the coach-stand of a horse-drawn carriage, pretending to be in no hurry, and moving out of the way at night, is a man of great weight, even in the moonlight, which descends from the sky in the clouds.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I never thought I would imitate the coachman."

　Manipulating a horse in an unfamiliar way must be hard for Furtos, who usually hardly moves. Even though it's a winter night and the snow is scattered, there's sweat on his loose face. 　
　No, maybe it's not just because you're not used to manipulating horses that you's why I'm sweating.
　There are many gold and silver treasures in the carriage now operated by Furtos.
　Many of them were taken out of the premises prepared in Gilm by the Earl of Eriel.
　Keep must have already attacked Baron Cisne, and in fact, when he left the barony, there was a slight noise.
　The route of adventurers touring the aristocracy is that Furtos has his own network of information, so he leaves the aristocracy without being found by adventurers, and now his carriage travels through the streets of Gilm.

"After that, hide in the streets for a while, and get out of the guillem after the trouble has subsided."

　My life from now on will definitely be rose‐colored.
　Thinking so, Furtos holds the reins breathlessly.

"But it's not as fast as I expected. Have you packed too much?"

　Originally not physically strong, he went back and forth between the carriage and the mansion and packed them with gold and silver treasures.
　I am frustrated by the slow pace of the horse, but at the same time I am delighted to see that there are so many treasures in the carriage.

"I wish I could have done a little more." No, I don't want to be too greedy... what?"

　The moment you think you hear something while you're talking, you'll feel a slight shock, and you'll notice something growing out of your chest.

"This is... a stick? Why is this... a stick?"

　Something that comes up in my throat while I'm talking.

"Oh, my gosh,"

　I coughed up, and when I spit out what had come up from my throat, it was red..."blood
　As soon as Furtos understands it, he suffers from acute pain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　The pain I feel from my chest is as severe as if I were killing my life.

"Hoot, hoot!"

　Moreover, the amount of blood spitting out continues to increase without stopping.

"Why?"

　Without knowing why he died, Furtos falls straight down from the coachboard to the ground.
　The bad luck would have been that he fell between the coach and the horse pulling it.
　The horse-drawn carriage is loaded with a great deal of treasure, and the wheels trample the corpse of the Furtos, but unable to overcome it, the horse-drawn carriage rolls over to the ground with the blood and flesh of the Furtos and a great deal of fat.

"Hehehehehehehehe!"

　The horse towing the carriage screams bitterly, but no one near it.

"... what shall I do? Is it all right for the carriage to remain?"

　A man, watching the carriage from afar, looks down at his partner, lowering his bow.
　But the man opened his mouth without any particular feeling.

"I don't care. All we've been ordered to do is kill that furtos pig. and above all, it is not necessary to keep alive the shame of the King's faction."
"Well... there's some treasure in that carriage, isn't there?"
"Oh, if you mess up the carriage here, it seems to be a robbery. This must be regarded as a purge of the royal faction."
"Well, aristocrats must have a lot of trouble."

　Even if there was a faint moonlight, the man who shot at the target from nearly 300 meters away in a carriage at night, speaking lightly, as if he had taken what he had done for granted.

"I'll be there sooner than that," The guards will come soon. It's not interesting to be found."
"Aye,"

　The two men would disappear into the darkness of the night.