Ray was asleep in bed after a conversation with Elena in pairs.
　But Ray, sleeping in bed, suddenly wakes up.
　I didn't feel like going to the bathroom or thirsty.
　Lei jumped up with almost reflexive movements and, despite waking up, had a keen look around her from the moment she woke up.
　Ray doesn't look that way now, even though he's usually half‐dazed when he wakes up.

"...what's that? Something is..."

　Take the dragon robe out of the mystery ring and wear it to explore the surroundings, but there's nothing.

"What did you feel for a moment?"

　If Ray had a thousand eyes, he would have seen Sardart and Stigma fighting on the roof of a building well away from the dormitory.
　And I might have understood that the feeling I felt was due to the activation of the stigma.
　However, Ray could not have the power to look around him, and all he could do was explore the surroundings.
　But... the act has made Ray aware of its existence.
　It was shot at me by the fist.

"What!"

　When I crouch down instantly, my fist penetrates Ray's space until a moment before me.k.a. moment.
　...yes, it was powerful enough to be described as just penetrating.
　The person who fired the fist opens his mouth with a look of a little surprise.

"Well, unlike the other day, I took it quite seriously. I never thought this would be avoided, either.
"You are..."

　Ray was familiar with the man's face, with his fist pulled back and a look of true admiration.
　It's not easy to forget that he has a very neat face, but a tattoo on his right cheek.
　The person who attacked him when he saved Eland, and he thought he was a fellow assassin to Eland at first.
　But now I knew exactly what Sardart was telling me in the dean's office.

"Stigma... was it?"
"That's correct. But now that I know it, I can't help it."

　Ray pats his tongue lightly at the man with the graceful smile.
　It's painful that we're not fully prepared to attack, let alone an early attack.
　Wearing dragon robes, Ray's battle-heavy magic item Slapnil shoes are still in the mistling. Other than that, Nebra's eyes are naturally in the mistling, which is suitable for catching the enemy by surprise.
　The death size could be taken out and used as it was, but Slapnil shoes had to be worn.
　Nevra's eyes could be used as they are, as long as they are on her waist.
　Ray was wondering what to do about it, but he made up his mind right away.
　This is, after all, a battlefield in the room that is unfit for a long-handled weapon like Ray.
　They are, on the contrary, good at fighting in small places, even in small places.
　Ray couldn't have the dignity to fight on the battlefield in his favor, and the next moment Ray chose to throw a dagger at the man who had taken it out of the mistling.
　Ray's physical ability should be described as out-of-the-box, though it was just the movement of his wrist.
　The dagger cuts through the air and flies at the man's face. 　
　an inevitable blow
　But the stigma's man takes it with his dagger's blade between his fingers.
　Ray was somewhat surprised by the action, but it was true that the man stopped moving even for a moment.
　He immediately kicks the floor and runs toward the window, and the next moment he successfully breaks through the window and runs out. But...

"What!"

　Leaping out of the window, the moment you think you can fight to your heart's content, you're suddenly shocked through the Dragon Robe.
　Woeful of being in the air, Ray blows away.
　If she had worn Slapnil shoes as usual, she could have kicked herself up in the air.
　However, Ray was only wearing a dragon robe when he woke up and could not do so.

(d*mn it! What... I didn't see any sign of it!)

　I feel a dull pain in my back, but I move my gaze as I blow through the air.
　Then Ray came into view of an old man standing with a cane in his hand, sticking at right angles to the wall.
　I understand that the dull pain I felt on my back when I jumped out of the window was like that cane.

(He's...

　Like the man who suddenly appeared in his room, the old man had seen Ray.
　The man who was with the first to attack Ray, the old man who made the insane impersonation of standing on the wall, was also a member of the stigma.

(There were two stigma... one more, I suppose?)

　Reinventing himself in the air and landing barefoot on the ground, Ray explores the surroundings.
　Landing on the snow, it feels cold, but now it's far from that, taking the death size out of the mystery ring and shaking it wide.

"Fly off!"

　The attack, which was released with the words, pushes toward the old man who is still standing on the wall... the moment he thinks the attack hits the old man, the old man disappears as if he had been there until now.

"What!"

　I don't understand what happened.
　I understood that he didn't use the magic item of metastasis, but the old man disappeared the moment he hit the mark.

"Huh! I'm scared. I can't believe they're attacking old people like this without mercy. Don't be a little more considerate of old people."

　The old man reappears and says so with a smile.
　But his expression shows no sign of fear of himself.
　Nevertheless, he confirms that a certain distance has been opened, and keeps them in check by firing a few shots again, and then quickly leaves the scene.
　Straight ahead was a thicket not far from the staff dormitory.
　There are too few trees to call a forest, but for now it was enough for Ray to hide himself from the two stigma.
　Put your back on a tree trunk, take out magic items such as Slapnil's shoes and Nevra's eyes from the mistling, and wear them.
　It took more than a dozen seconds to master everything.
　But that was enough time for both Stigma to find Ray.

"What!"

　When I hear a slight wind noise, I immediately kick the ground and leave.
　The moment Ray disappeared, the trunk of the tree in which Ray had kept his back momentarily shattered.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　While secretly clapping his tongue at such a blow, Ray is not in a hurry because he is ready to fight.
　Stretch forward, seeing the trunk of a tree broken in the middle.

"Oh? Is it all right to run away?"
"Oh, anyway, I was in a hurry because there were people who would attack me when I wasn't ready to fight, but now I'm all right. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .."

　Ray's words make the cheeks of a man in his twenties twitch.
　But the old man standing next to him, with a friendly old man's smile, defies Ray's provocation.

"Huh! Will you say so? It's only natural to contact them before they visit, but isn't that the relationship between 儂 and others?"
"Well, it is not courtesy, but whips that are necessary to give divine punishment to a great enemy. ... No, it's my fist. You don't have to be polite to such a person."
"Well, after all, it's such a low religion, isn't it?" What is the holy goddess of light? It seems to me to be nothing but an ugly, dirty, ugly, self-styled goddess."It would be a lie to Ray to tell him that he had no intention of provocation.
　It's Ray's first experience of dealing with two Rank A adventurers at the same time, and that's not a mock battle, it's a murderous match against him.
　In the absence of Seto, I'm at a disadvantage, so I'll try to provoke a person who seems likely to get bloodshot in his head to prevent him from making calm.
　Ray's aim was right. ...it was right, but at the same time there was a miscalculation.
　It was a devout believer of the doctrine of the Holy Light... or a fanatic.
　When a man in his twenties hears Ray's words, he screams out loud with anger.

"My great enemy! I declare here! You will make me regret being born on my faith and disappear from this world! That's the mercy that Vicente, a member of Stigma, can give you! Accept divine punishment, my great enemy!"

　With the words of the man who called himself Vicente, the tattoo on his right cheek begins to shine a sharp light around him.

(Oh my gosh!)

　I don't know what they're trying to do.
　Still, Ray decides that it is dangerous to leave Vicente alone, and kicks the earth with his magical powers concentrated and flaming the Emperor's red armor.
　As he shrinks his distance from Vicente, Ray's magical powers are compressed, concentrated, and transformed into red to cling to his body.
　The next thing that surprised Ray was Vicente and the old man.
　They don't have the ability to feel magic, so they don't realize that Ray is wearing magic.
　Or, if Ray's fingers didn't have a ring of the new moon that would conceal his magical powers to the size of an ordinary wizard, he might have realized what the forces overflowing from Ray's body were without the power to feel them.
　But it's all a hypothetical story.
　Wearing visual compression and concentrated magical powers, Ray finishes the Emperor's Red Armour, he immediately narrows his distance from Vicente.
　Ray's movements in Emperor Flame's red armor are different from those of the past.
　The speed that ordinary people would never understand when it moved. ...but suddenly I saw an old man running alongside me.

(Following this speed!)

　I wasn't off guard just because my partner was an old man.
　In fact, when I got out of the window, I got a blow from above, and even though I got a flying cut, I was passed unscathed.
　But it was completely unexpected that he could move at the same speed as himself, even though he was so strong.

"Phew! Flying!"

　Decreasing his distance from Vicente, Ray swings his death-size toward the old man who is running side by side.
　From there, the flying sword goes straight to the old man... but the next moment the old man disappears again and flies into the night sky.
　But I've already seen it once.
　Ray isn't as surprised to see it as he was before.
　Fortunately the old man has disappeared, he concentrates on keeping his distance from Vicente straight.
　A few seconds have passed since Ray started running. With this amount of time Ray would have reached under Vicente.
　But the old man's interference wastes even the smallest amount of time in a few seconds... and that makes it too late to shorten the distance from Vicente.

"That's too bad."
"d*mn!"

　The moment Vicente utters the word, he decides that he won't be able to make it in time to move on, and changes his behavior to make room for it, instead of reducing the distance he's been doing.
　To reduce the distance from Vicente, he leaps at a moving speed and invokes Slapnil's shoes. Kick with the air as a foothold and jump wide sideways.
　Kick one, two, three steps into the air while exercising Slapnil's shoes, and increase the distance from Vicente by taking advantage of the speed that has been pushed in little by little each time.
　But the stigma is not supposed to let Ray go.
　In front of Ray, who is walking away four or five steps, the old man reappears... and sticks out his cane toward him.
　A death size that reminds me of the impact of the attack I had when I just jumped out of the window and is used to prevent it.
　The moment the giant blade cuts the old man off, he disappears as before.

(Isn't it really a metastasis?)

　Watching her repeated disappearances and appearances so freely, Ray inwardly throws up.
　But now there was work to be done before thinking about the old man's ability.
　But the move is one step... no, two steps slower.
　The old man's interference lost decisive time for Ray to leave the scene.

"Great enemy, take divine punishment!"

　As Vicente screams, something gushes out of his body.
　Some of them spread in an instant... all over the area that was the battlefield.