Dressed all over in black, the group runs through the darkness of the night to their destination.
　The moon was originally lit by soft moonlight, but now it is hidden by clouds.
　Since it's winter, the temperature is low. Still, it must have been fortunate for the group to act at this time of day.

"I'm glad it's not snowing, but I can't help it when it's so cold."
"Oh, then kill and burn a fellow named Erland," At the same time, burn the military academy. and it will warm you up a little."
"Is it a military academy? Are you sure you're all right? They're saying they're going to help you, but you can't trust them."
"That's the same for them, isn't it?" After all, we only use each other for our own ends."
"It would have been easier if the first ones had caught him. He locked himself up in a military academy because he failed to catch me at that time, didn't he? d*mn it! It's troublesome! It's a military academy. I'm sure there are many talented people."
"Is that so? A military academy is a group of immature people who can't be knights or adventurers after all? Well, it might be pretty strong for combat training."

　The men talk through the darkness of the night, but the words are very small.
　Even if someone passes by the men, they won't be able to catch the conversation.
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　If you keep running, you'll soon see your destination military academy.
　But when I turned to the entrance, I saw two soldiers with spears. Seeing it, the leading man claps his tongue to stop.
　Almost instantly, everyone stopped and hid behind a nearby building.

"Huh?"

　One of the soldiers looks into the dark, though you may not have noticed it.

"What's the matter?"
"No, I just felt like something had moved."
"It's just my imagination, isn't it? It's not time for a change, though. No matter how hot the fire is, it won't keep you warm at all. At times like this, it's best to drink a lot and go to bed right away.

　The soldier, who was staring into the darkness at his partner's voice, must have judged that he had felt it in his imagination. Look away from the direction you were looking at and agree with your voice.

"Well, if possible, I'd like to have some hot wine and go to bed."
"You have no desire," Let's at least go to the brothel. I've found a good girl recently. My face is not that bad, but my heart is so big."
"Well, I'd rather have a small chest, but I'd rather have a beautiful woman."
"You can say such a thing because you don't know the happiness surrounded by that overwhelming softness. You know...

　Keep watch without feeling nervous... the two of us start chatting more accurately.
　The men in black stared at the two soldiers.

"I thought it was a trap that caught me off guard, but apparently not."
"Well, you didn't expect us to come?"
"I don't care which way it is," Let's get rid of the target quickly. Those soldiers, stupid as they are, said good things. Hot wine is the best in this cold weather."
"What are you going to do when you talk nonsense?" Okay? I'll clean up the guy on the right."
"Then I'll go to the left."

　Quickly decide how to dispose of the two soldiers, and the black men immediately act.
　At the same time, they throw a blackened dagger.
　If the moon had risen, perhaps the reflection of the light might have noticed the existence of a dagger. Or if the bonfire is brighter.
　However, the two soldiers do not realize that the dagger was thrown at them, and the blade of the dagger is neatly buried in their foreheads, killing them.
　Is it the least relief that two soldiers were unconscious of their death?
　It would be a happy way to die that he had not been frightened by the imminent fear of death, and that he had died without knowing anything.

"Hide it,"

　With a brief instruction, the men rush into the military academy.
　pull a gatekeeper to the ground behind a building
　When someone comes, a corpse on the ground would cause a stir, but if there was no one there, it could be thought that they were skipping work.
　Of course there would be a commotion tomorrow, but for the men it would have been fine if there had been no commotion in the military academy until they had captured the target Erland.
　It would be difficult to hide completely if there was a pool of blood on the ground, but that is why the aim of the throwing dagger was his forehead and little blood was flowing. 　They also don't pull out the dagger stuck in their foreheads to prevent the smell of blood from blood.
　However, since it is a winter night, the wind is cold and strong.
　A little smell of blood would soon be scattered.
　At any rate, the men who quickly cleared the trail of the attack enter the military academy and look around.
　Of course, the men's information network was thoroughly investigating which dormitory the target was in, and after about five minutes they ran through the premises and finally saw the dormitory where the target was...

"Gosh!"
"Oh my gosh!
"Oh, my!"

　burst into a scream
　The men who have been thoroughly trained as assassins are.
　The men instantly scatter around in different directions, even if something unexpected has happened.
　There were some people who looked back, but three figures lying on the ground, at the end of the gaze.
　The arrow stuck in his forehead made it clear what had caused him to fall.
　But...

(Stupid! I didn't hear any arrows fly!)

　One of the men in black screams in private.
　It was the same for others.
　The men are rigorously trained as assassins.
　It's not hard to hear the sound of arrows flying in this wind.
　However, I could not hear the sound of arrows flying in the current attack.
　It was conceivable that if only one arrow had come flying, he could not have heard it by accident. However, there are three arrows that have just flown.
　It was absolutely impossible to miss hearing all of course. ... yes, as it should have been.
　If this arrow had been shot by an ordinary archer, the men would not have missed the sound of wind breaking.
　However, the current attack could not detect any wind noise.
　The men in black didn't understand what had happened, but they didn't stop here, and each of them went into darkness to kill their own goals.
　However, if such men's actions were irrelevant, they would cut through the darkness of the night, and the arrows that flew without making a sound of wind would kill them one after another.If one of them dies in the attack of the enemy, others will capture the target, Erland.
　The men decided so with determination to die, but... the arrows that came flying would pierce their heads.





"Well, now I think most of the people who have sneaked in are over." I've done something pitiful to the guards."

　Mumbling with a light of sorrow in his eyes is Sardart standing on the roof of a building on the grounds of the military academy.
　It was a sad event that a guard at a military academy died.
　Sardart could have prevented it in the first place, but there is a reason why it cannot be done under the current circumstances.

"If it had been an attack after we entered the school grounds, we could have prevented it."

　mutter and reach for the empty arrow barrel.
　If there was anyone else here other than Sardart, you would have wondered if you would remove the empty arrow barrel.
　But Sardart's action was to cast magic into the arrowhead.
　Then the arrow-barrel begins to glow pale... but the next moment Sardart stops sending his magic to the arrow-barrel and leaps on the spot.
　At the same time, the sound of crushing echoes around.

"... did you take it off?"

　Where Sardart had been for a moment, there was a man.
　The dagger in his hand is hammered to the roof floor, and the roof of this stone building is hollowed out like a crater.
　It's a stone... it's an attack that makes it easy to scoop out a solid stone like the one used in military academy buildings. It wouldn't be hard to imagine what would have happened if we had been attacked.
　But Sardart did not seem particularly frightened when he saw such an attack.
　For Sardart, who has survived numerous battles as a Rank S adventurer, it's not without experience to face such aggressive enemies.
　Pick up the bow and turn your attention to the arrow barrel.

(Oh, no. In a few more seconds, I could have made a few arrows, even if they were a little bad.)

　The most important thing to watch out for is the number of arrows in the hand of a bow.
　Since it is impossible to attack without arrows, the number of arrows is very important to a bowman.
　However, Sardart's arrow barrel is a magic item called the trajectory of fertility, and can produce unlimited arrows if magic is used.
　If that were all the more so, it would be similar to Nebra's eyes, which Ray had obtained in the Empire of Bestia, but this could produce more diverse arrows.
　It is possible to increase the strength of the arrow itself and to attach various attributes to the arrow.
　Furthermore, unlike Nebra's eyes, the arrow never disappears over time.
　It was the fighting style of Rank S adventurers called Tenkyu, who shot it with the skill peculiar to Sardart and also with the magic item Tenkyu.
　...but there are also weaknesses in the style of battle.
　If you shoot all the arrows you can put in the trajectory of fertility, you need to re-magicize them to produce new arrows.
　A crude arrow can produce an arrow in less than ten seconds, but conversely speaking, ten seconds does not require a man nicknamed Tenkyu to use the bow.

"They are of unexpected use,"

　Words uttered by the man reveal the truth of this development.

"Well, it was a trap to exhaust my arrows. Is there a hand in the Church of the Holy Light in the children of the nobility, Eland?"

　Sardart seemed unnerved by his greatest weapon, the bow, and asked the man before him, scratching his hair in a relaxed manner.
　The man doesn't seem to have caught his guard against such a sardart.
　It's because you realize you're not an easy opponent, as long as you're a Rank S adventurer in front of you.

(if the first blow had damaged the story, it would have been different.)

　He continues to speak without revealing it, even though he feels bitter about Sardart standing in front of him.

"Whatever the truth of the matter, I will not inform the enemy. I beg your pardon, but I'll have you go with me here for a while -- no, to buy our time."

　As soon as I finish, several figures emerge from behind the man.
　Everyone is dressed in robes, each armed with a weapon in his hand.
　It doesn't look like an air of pride that we're going to face, even though there are only three Rank S adventurers in the world.
　On the contrary, the extreme relaxation will certainly not frighten you out of your power.
　When Sardart saw the figure, he twisted his beauty painfully.

"You really like brainwashing, don't you? But do you really think Stigma can beat me alone? I'm a Rank S adventurer, though I think you've been the one who knows the best about it lately."
"Oh, of course I don't expect to win. But my duty is to be stopped. If that's the case with me...

　Yes, sir. Without letting him finish, Sardart looks sharply at the man.
　The sharpness of his gaze paused him for a moment... without missing it, Sardart opened his mouth with a smile.
　but the smile that hung on his lips was never the smile of a savage carnivore that Sardart always had when he wooed a woman.

"Oh!? ... I see, it's just called a bow.k.a. bow." It's true that I'm not going to beat you right now, but I'm not going to be able to win your time. But do you forget that I am a stigma, and I am the one who bears the sacred mark!"

　Along with the words, a tattoo on the man's left instep shines, and some power fills the surrounding area. a force that seems to resemble magic and that is different from something decisive
　It's a power that even Sardart, who has lived as an elf for many years, doesn't know.
　Still, the power I've seen when I've fought a stigma several times.
　The man, uttering strange force, ran towards Sardart.