Night. The time when the moon passes directly above and is about to sink. Suddenly Ray wakes up in the tent.
　You may be excited or nervous to have a chance to meet Elena. But that wasn't the only reason I woke up.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ray," Are you awake?"

　Yes, because I realized that I had approached my sleeping tent.
　Naturally, Seto, who always follows Ray's side, would not have noticed such a person, and he was aware of the fact that he was whispering to Ray's tent not to cause any trouble.
　However, since he did not appear to be doing any direct harm to Ray, he simply opened his eyes slightly while lying down by the tent, and did not take any further action to wait and see.

"Mr. Ray, Mr. Ray," -- oh dear, have you gone to bed yet?"

　I muttered in silence, and was about to call out to the tent again.

"What can I do in the middle of the night?"

　As usual, Ray, dressed in dragon robes and slapnil shoes, emerges from the tent.
　He was a man with a momentary look of surprise at Ray, who showed up without feeling any sign, but soon returned to himself and opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry, actually, a certain person asked me to call Mr. Ray."
"...me?"

　Ray turns his eyes back to the man in front of him.
　Wearing leather armour, he has a long sword sheath hanging from his waist. He is in his late twenties and early thirties, dressed like a typical adventurer.

"A certain man?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm not the kind of person you can say easily." Would you mind coming with me?"

　Ray frowns slightly at the man's words.

(You're going to be persistent if you say no at this rate. Then, would you sleep better if you had finished talking? Fortunately, I will withdraw tomorrow, and I will be travelling in a carriage, so there is no problem with my lack of sleep.)

　He quickly gathers his thoughts in his head and calls out to Seto, who is lying by the tent, sighing as if nothing could be done.

"Seto, let's go."
"Glu".

　The supposed adventurer shakes his head in great haste when he sees Seto rising from his slumber.

"Well, I'm sorry, but Mr. Ray is the only one to come."
"...not Seto?"
"Yes, sir. The person I call doesn't like monsters. So Ray told me to come alone."

　Ray looked suspicious for a moment at the man's words, but he breathed out again and turned his eyes to Seto.

"That's what it seems. I'll be with him for the time being, and Seto may lie down."
"Glu?"

　Ray caresses Seto's head with a slight tilt of his head as if he's OK.

"It's all right. The war is over, and there's nothing more dangerous than that."

　Ray's lips grinned as he spoke to Seto.
　I guess he saw the situation and decided that there was no problem. a set that closes one's eyes by lowering one's stroked head again

"Well, shall we go? Show us around."
"Here it is, sir. I'm sorry to trouble you."

　Perhaps it was the first time an adventurer had seen a Gryphon so close up, and he breathed a sigh of relief at the quietness of Sett's listening to Ray's words.
　He then leads Ray through the darkness.
　After the end of the war, the nobles gave him drinks as a feast of victory--of course, the liquor of the Larxes army was stored in the Mistilling--but quite a few of them had left the Plains of Celemus, and none of them seemed to have had a feast already. For the rest of the nobility, the army, and the adventurers, and for the reason that they were leaving here before long, and that it was late at night, most of the positions of the army of the Milliana were still in bed and quiet.
　Of course, there were watchmen as long as the undead might appear, but it was undeniable that the war had ended and they were relaxed.
　In such a position, Ray and the adventurer move on. However, it is not a section with a tent of aristocrats, but a direction away from a sparsely populated position.

"...isn't it the nobles who call me?"

　call out to the back of an adventurer But it was something of an apologetic expression that came back.

"Well, I'm sorry, but you've only asked me."

　Rey frowns slightly at the reply.

(Nine out of ten, I'm sure it's a trap or something.) But if you don't feel like you're hiding anything from this man, is this probably a tricky mouth too? Then, should you protect him as a witness? --no, as long as he was an adventurer before that and was on this battlefield, he would have some skill, and you might not have to worry.)

　Only adventurers above rank D can participate in this war in the first place. Furthermore, seeing that none of the injuries had been done would have escaped the war either unharmed or slightly injured, so it was certain that the man walking to lead Ray had the right ability.
　With that in mind, he must have reached his destination before long time. An unpopular place...or rather, the adventurer turns to Ray outside of a position where the undead may appear at any time.

"I'm sorry, but since I'm a noble, could you give me weapons?"
"...in this situation? We are already out of position, and we may be attacked by the undead at any time."

　As I say so, I feel about 20 people ahead of Ray. Breathing inwardly at the expected development, he takes the dagger he is using to disassemble from the Mistyling in the Dragon Robe, replaces it with a Misril knife, and gently holds it out.

"I'm sorry, but I'm told to do this." I've secured the safety of the place. Above all, Ray, who is even called crimson, has no problem without weapons, right?"

　react sharply to a man's words
　In a sense, it was only natural that the man in front of him knew how powerful he was. Knowing that, but considering that you've been caught in this blatant trap, you're sure to be the enemy. But... before the man in front of him could see what he was up to, he reached his destination.
　So I was waiting for...

"I've been waiting for you." It would be rude of a lowly person like you to keep me waiting. No, I guess it's because I don't understand where I am coming from.

　That was a familiar face to Ray, too. You take it for granted to look down on others, and the color of ridicule is on your mind. This is Renojis Imagen, a nobleman of the aristocracy who has had a quarrel with Ray. Those who have swords, spears, and bows around them. About fifteen men are armed. It was a sign that Ray had just sensed. And the number of other signs that exist hidden around us is 5.
　Those who were armed around Renojis, let alone those who were hiding, had something in common. They are all dressed in the same armor.
　It means that everyone here belongs to some group. And as for what the group is, it's not too hard for Ray to predict.

(Knights led by him, perhaps?)I remember the story I heard from Elena before the battle started against the man in front of me.
　He is the next head of the Marquis family, leading a group of knights under his direct control. But...

"They are pretty well-armored knights, for that matter." as if one were not even in battle ... oh, I see. Did I take the opportunity to be active? No, I suppose you made a surprise attack on the vanguard after that, but didn't you take part in it?"

　a particularly provocative Ray Renojis, who is not used to making fun of others, glares at Ray with anger.

"Who are you talking to! I wonder if you have been placed in a position where you can't achieve war service because you're rude to me in the first place!"

　Ray looks at Renojis with a mockery around his mouth, but he twists his head inside.

(Because of me, I'm not able to make a distinguished war effort? Then... Is it the result of the movement of Elena?)

　Ray thought so, but the truth is that Filma, who was in charge of the aristocracy, decided that he would run wild if a Renojis-like entity did anything he wanted. But Renojis, of course, could not have known it -- or, if he had known it, would have been convinced -- that he had been reassigned because he had lost a duel with Ray.

"I certainly lost in the duel at that time. I'll admit it. But you have to have the magic weapon you had. Now that you have taken the weapon, and this is the difference, you have no chance of winning. Right? Give me the weapon you took away from him."

　The man who led Ray all the way was the adventurer. He listened to Renojis's words with compassion, but eventually gently offered the weapon Ray had handed him. ...yeah, a normal knife for disassembling monsters.

"... what is this? I ordered him to take away his weapons, and why do he only have weapons like this?"
"Unfortunately, this was the only weapon he had." Well, I'll leave now. Whatever happens here, what's the point of any further relationship?"

　The adventurer's man who saw one of the knights holding a spear beside Renojis turning his ear to him.
　But Renojis opens his mouth, looking as if he were looking at a stone by the roadside.

"for we can only get rid of the useless ones who can't do this much work. Curse your incompetence and die."
"... did I receive exactly what Mr. Ray had?"
"Don't be silly! Don't take away that huge sickle, which is a symbol of him, and take away your weapons! Don't take away these weapons and make yourself great!"

　Renojis, who screams abominably and slashes a knife to the ground.

"Well, that's just my favorite thing. Don't treat me too badly."

　Renojis' anger reached its climax when Ray opened his mouth with a relaxed expression...

"Oh, kill me! Whatever you say is crimson, there are magic items after all! Magic Eye! You beat me..."

　the moment of irritation and exclamation A Knight holding a spear right next to him was hit when something flew into his unarmored face. Something shattered my face and blew me up nearly 10 meters.
　Renojis... no, the knights didn't know what had happened. But a series of meteoric blows are followed, each time the knights are blown away as if they were joking or something, and they lose their lives are lost.
　just a few seconds More than half of the knights have lost their lives, and Renojis screams when he finally comes to himself.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

　Nanika is thrown again the moment she screams. It's only then that the knights around them, including Renojis, realize what they've been doing since then. Yes, before I knew it, I saw a cheap rusted spear in Ray's hand.
　Throwing a spear is a preferred long-range attack tool for Ray. A spear released by Ray's own externally ingrained strength is cheap in itself...not to mention a spear that is on the verge of being scrapped, and yet can explode or penetrate if it is stuck in the body, and if it is equipped with armor or shields, it can penetrate if it is not too defensive. Protective gear made by a leading blacksmith can prevent it, but the impact is undoubtedly transmitted to the body.

"Oops!"

　Next to Ray, who throws a spear like that, an adventurer quickly draws a sword from his waist sheath and wields it.
　In an instant, Ray and an arrow flying at the man are knocked to the ground.
　The manner in which five arrows were struck down with a sword at one breath was proof that the adventurer was an extraordinary user.

"My dear fellow!"

　He must have been concerned that things didn't go his way. cried Renojis...

"...what?"

　The next moment I mutter unbelievably what is spreading before me.
　Yes, Ray, who must have been about 10 meters away until a moment ago, had somehow shaken out the huge sickle he had when he fought against him. The next moment the knights around Renojis fall to the ground, all bleeding.

"Who did you pick up the fight with? Understand it with pain."

　Along with these words, the death size was shaken, and the tip of Renojis' right shoulder was cut off by a blow of swinging down, and the tip of Renojis' left shoulder was cut off by a blow that had been cut up, the tip of Renojis's left shoulder was cut off by the same blow, and flew through the air.