"d*mn, you could let him go, but there are too many of them! How can you get so many people ready in Gracial!"

　A man shakes his long sword with a vexed cry, plays his opponent's long sword, and immediately returns his blade to slay the assassin.
　The skill of using the same dagger, but wondering if it's so different if you use it differently.
　The man's escort is not exceptionally good, but the assassin's skill is low.

"I guess it's because we put priority on the number of people! Weigh it over the quality!"

　The man holding the bow and shooting the arrow again screams uncomfortably.
　Nevertheless, the steady speed of shooting arrows is proof that this man has more ability than that.

"I'm glad I let Mr. Erland go, but there are some who have followed me. We must get rid of them and follow them."

　Everyone nods to the man with the spear in his hand.
　Erland has some power as a nobleman, but only to some extent.
　When asked if he could fight enough against several assassins, he couldn't nod with relief.
　In the first place, the attackers who are attacking them are those who rely on numbers.
　It is quite possible that a person like Eland, who has little experience in actual warfare, will suffer an unexpected setback if he has little experience in actual warfare against human beings.
　That is why we want to defeat the assassins as soon as possible and catch up with them, but we have five, and they are still close to twenty.
　That's when Elland with Ray... No, that's when Elland came to this place.

"Aland, I'm going to slash at them now. Come right after me. If possible, I will join your bodyguard and leave you there."
"I'm a drag,"
"Yes,"

　If these were the original guards here, they wouldn't have told him that they were muddled and clumsy.
　But Ray declares that it's nothing to do with him and takes the death size out of the mystery ring.
　I don't think I heard Ray and Elland talking, but some of the assassins suddenly turn back.
　A small figure with a scythe taller than his height, and Eland, who was supposed to be his target, were at the front of his eyes.
　Men who see Ray and Elland think for a moment that what they are seeing is a vision or something.
　It's only natural that if we stay here, we're going to die, and this is how the targets that we've escaped are coming back.
　Most of the people in this room remained here thinking they couldn't leave their guards alone, even though arresting the target was essentially a top priority.
　It was, however, that the bodyguard provoked the assassins.
　A so-called first-rate real assassin would never have taken such a cheap provocation. But here we are, you can't call them first‐rate... they're not even second‐rate.
　In the end, they were playing the big role in the alley on the cheap provocation, but even these guys remember their original purpose when the target appears in front of them.

"Why, he's the one!"

　Unfortunately, however, there was a bodyguard called Ray in Eland today.
　The first stabber to shout that Erland is on the scene is blown away by Ray's powerful death-size blow and hits the back of the other stabbers fighting Erland's bodyguards.

"It's a death-size blow, but don't worry about it. though five or six bones would have broken."
"No, I'm hitting him with the handle rather than with the peak."

　Erland mutters to Ray's words.
　But it didn't matter to the assassins.
　The only thing that matters to the assassins is that Ray suddenly appears as a threat.

"What? The target has appeared!? Hey, guys behind me! We'll take care of these guards, so kill them right away! Then they'll give up!"
"What do you want me to do with such a monster?"

　Some of the people close to Ray scream reflexively.
　A man as tall as himself was blown several meters by a stroke of a scythe. It also flies straight to the side.
　I don't understand how much power it takes to do such a thing.
　If you fight, you'll die. ... Even if you don't get that far, it won't be a bone or two if you're blown away like the man I just saw.
　They scream desperately because they know it, but those who haven't seen Ray's fight in person feel frustrated and frustrated at what they're scared of.

"All right, do something about it! It's been a long time since the battle started here. When will the guard... d*mn it!"

　One of Erland's guards shoots an arrow at the screaming man.
　Still, I'm giving instructions to others, and I think I'm a leader in this, and I'm good at some level of course. cut off an arrow with a long sword at one's own notice

"You're all safe!"

　Erland screams to capitalize on the confusion, raising the morale of his guards.
　Under normal circumstances, the bodyguard has returned, so why do you think they're back?
　But now there is Ray on Eland's side.
　Ray, nicknamed crimson, had more than enough power for the occasion.
　They also wonder how much they can leave to Ray, the outsider, to defend themselves.
　As a result, the guards are inspired to attack the assassins.
　The stabbers caught in between from the front and the back are easily confused.
　If you've made a good judgment, you'll have realized that even if you're nipped, you won't be immediately mortally damaged by numbers.
　Also, if you attack Ray from behind, Ray is, after all, alone. A certain number of people could have escaped from here.
　Even though Ray is in the alley... No, it's not easy to use the magic of extinction that he's good at because it's in the alley.
　But few people are calm enough to make such judgments, and they are unable to calm down the confused people around them.
　As a result, it didn't take long for nearly twenty assassins to be wiped out.

"Good-bye, little boy!"
"Oh, I met Ray on the way away. Fortunately, he was able to help me. That's why I'm safe like this."

　You must have realised, literally, that there were no scratches anywhere. The bodyguard who spoke to Erland -- the one who spoke to Ray when the wheel of the carriage was fitted -- checks to see if Erland is really hurt and breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad. I guess you were really safe."

　The words finally reassured the other guards.

"And what are they going to do? Should I hand them over to the guard? I'd appreciate it if you could."
"Huh? Why?"

　A bodyguard talking to Erland turns a mysterious glance at Ray.
　The men are hearing about Ray because he doesn't know the word forgiveness to his enemies.
　Why would Ray hand over the assassin to the security guard without killing him?

(Or is that a rumor, after all, who cares about life? ...though philanthropism doesn't look like it.)

　Not even knowing it, Ray opens his mouth, thrusting a death-size stonemate to the ground.

"Actually, I've been targeted by someone since I came to this Graciale." If you're a resident of the same world behind the scenes, I thought you might have some information like that. Indeed, I told my acquaintance that the man who had followed Eland should send him out to the guard after he had knocked him down.""Do you know him?"

　When the bodyguard asked back, it was Erland, not Ray, who answered it.

"Professor Grink,"
"... Come to think of it, I thought, that you call Grink an instructor... was he a cadet?"
"Well, I've been absent for a while due to various circumstances, but I'm planning to come back tomorrow. ... wait. Is it possible that Dr. Grink will ask you so?"

　You must have learned something from Ray's words. Erland asks for confirmation.
　It's not Ray who doesn't understand what it's listening to. nod and open one's mouth

"I'm a mock war instructor spring. --well, only three and four years of S-class."
"…I see. In this case, should I say that I was saved, or should I say that I am sorry?" I'm a two-year S-class student."
"Well, that's too bad,"

　Ray and Elland, who had been speaking briefly like that, were approached by a man of escort.

"Baby, why don't we call them out as soon as possible, if we're going to send them out to the guards, whether they're all dead or unconscious now, but if you're dead, it's not surprising when you wake up."
"Well, then, as soon as possible, the guard... "

　That's when Erland told me.
　Ray feels a chill on his back and reflexes back.
　a simultaneous strong shock
　When he realizes that Ray's body is flying through the air, he thinks it will hit an alley wall and manages to spin himself.
　The strong impact I felt on the soles of my feet showed that if I had hit my back against the wall as it had been blown off, I would have felt a great deal of shock in my dragon robes.
　Ray managed to land safely on the ground, but now he has no idea what has happened.
　No, I understand that someone had attacked me, but I didn't expect to be able to attack such an assailant... I didn't expect that much.
　Fortunately, the Dragon Robe avoided fatal injuries, but it still doesn't kill the shock completely.
　It prevents direct attacks, but the impact is beyond killing.

"d*mn, d*mn, what happened?"

　He didn't let go of his death size when he was hit hard enough to blow himself off because he knew it was his lifeline.
　Deciding that it would be dangerous if he stayed still, he stood up with some pain in his ribs.
　And three figures jumped into Ray's eyes.
　One in his twenties, one in his thirties, and one in his sixties.
　All three were men, each dressed in gold-colored metal armor, each with a tattoo-like pattern, such as a man in his twenties' right cheek, a man in his thirties' left hand, and a man in his sixties' right hand.
　One of the three, a man in his twenties, looked at his fist and muttered in admiration.

"Well, can you stand up as soon as you receive my fist?" It's true that we've only got to be ordered to send."

　a grinky tone
　But let alone Ray, Erland and his bodyguards can't even move slightly when they hear his words.
　I have an instinctive understanding of it. The one who stands in front of us is the one whom we can never compete with.
　It's an absolute predator-prey relationship.
　Moreover, there are three people who have that much power.
　There's no point in our own efforts. There's something overwhelming... that can't even be called a difference in power, that can't be helped if you stand up to a landslide on your own.

"Who is it?"

　Ray takes his death size in his hand and turns a sharp look at the man in his twenties who just uttered his voice.
　There's a tattoo on his right cheek, which, if you think about it, can be said to be a neat face.
　The man in his thirties was as strong as a rock, and the old man was as small as he could have broken at the touch... that was not much different from Ray.

"Yes, I don't mind listening," But whether I answer it or not is another question."

　a soft and gentle tone He looks nothing but a good young man, but no one here looks at him that way.

"…I see. Then shall I force you to tell me who you are?" You need to thank me for giving you a blow. ... Erland, step back a little with your bodyguard. I'd like to ask you to leave here, but I don't think they'll allow it. I hope you won't be caught up in my attack."
"Ray?"

　He ignored Erland's words and concentrated on invoking the flaming Emperor's red armor, when... suddenly an arrow fell from the sky and pierced Ray and the tattooed men.