a room in the imperial capital Among them, two men and women were consulting each other about the future.

"Well, for the time being, my goal is to go outside, and I think I'm getting quite careless..."
"Well, you may seem to be off guard from the sideline.

　Moura and Sistoy, who are also members of the bell of repose of souls, look at each other meaningfully.
　He had followed Dusker and his party before, and was now ready to pierce his prey in the imperial capital.

"It seems that other organizations are thinking about attacking me because I'm relaxed... I don't know."
"It's certainly not funny to aim at a time when the qualifying round for a competition is over and the main game is over."

　Sistoy's expression on his face shows that he doesn't like it.
　Looking at his partner, Moura throws into his mouth a bite-sized fruit he had prepared on the table.
　Soft sweetness, mild acidity and astringency. open one's mouth with a smile at the taste of the habit

"Don't you like what's going on?"
"Oh, maybe I can't beat him if I attack him now. I don't know why, but I'm sure they're still doing something about it. Especially since I went out yesterday, I've become very sensitive to the signs. --they were probably attacked when we lost sight of them."
"Did he disappear with a guy he didn't recognize? He was probably in the hands of an organization."

　Moura sighs at the thought of having done something unnecessary.
　Whether it was Moura or a keen-witted Sistoy, it was unlikely that Ray had encountered a disguise of Noise, the only Rank S adventurer in the Empire.
　He was also the one who judged that Ray was not easy to win, and as a result, Ray's mood was sharpening.
　Following the previous day, observers have reported that Ray is still walking out of the inn today.
　Generally speaking, it's fair to say that the decision to play in the finals has made him more excited.
　But... to the present-day Sistoy, it seemed as if it had drawn the enemy in its own way.
　To make yourself feel a little more in danger and to search for prey to sharpen its tusks.
　Now that the exact appearance of crimson has been revealed, there have been well over dozens of people seeking his life.
　Of course, not all of them are organizations like themselves, but some seem to be aiming at them individually.
　I think it's almost like killing two birds with one stone to feed themselves to train themselves.

"...so what? I haven't heard anything from you yet, but I'm sure your client is pushing you."

　As a bell to repose souls, Moura and Sistoy trust each other, as they have made few mistakes in their work.
　I wonder if there's any reason why I don't touch it now.
　It was because they had built up so much achievement, but as far as many organizations and individuals around Ray are concerned, they must be anxious to get rid of crimson quickly.

"But I don't want you to talk too much about crimson." Paleozoic is just the right piece in the sense that they consume their physical strength and measure their military strength. You don't have to use my doll, so I think the current situation is in my favor."
"Still, as a client, you don't feel like it. that the crimson which is our detestable enemy should be killed by others."

　Reach for the plate in front of the moola and toss a few fruits into your mouth.

"Hey, this is mine."
"It's a little better,"
"...it can't be helped." I wonder why they rush you so fast. If crimson is going to die anyway, it doesn't matter who it is."

　Speak out of protest against Sistoy and look at him curiously.
　Sistoy, smiling at Moura's appearance, gives up taking any more fruit.

"That's the point of the hand we hired killing crimson, isn't it?" If someone from another organization were to get ahead of us, it would mean that we could not avenge ourselves."
"I think it's all right to die when I die.

　A melancholy moula looks out of the window of the room.
　A member of the Bell of Souls, famous as one of the most skilled organizations in the underworld, Moura has confidence in her and her partner, Sistoy.
　But if anyone else would kill crimson, it would be a wish and a wish for us.
　crimson combat capability It was true that if you were going to challenge Sistoy, you would never lose, and you would never want to, but you still had amazing ability.
　I went to see the preliminary round of the competition just in case, but I can't help but wonder at the magic of fire that I showed at that time.
　It's true that it was a fairly controlled magic, but I could still see what kind of magic crimson would use.
　magic in which fireballs explode into countless small fireballs and attack a wide area
　the magic of making a large number of arrows of fire appear and then sweeping away the surroundings
　Together, it's a magic of attacking a wide range, perhaps because it was a preliminary round for a competition.
　However, the name crimson came to be known because of the tornado of flames. In other words, it was predictable that they were originally good at wide-ranging magic.

"Well, I know what they're doing, so let's take it easy. And..."

　It wasn't the fruit on the table that Moura looked at, but the leather bag.
　In the first place, the fruits that Moura eats are of a certain high quality in the imperial capital, and can never be bought with Moura's earnings... but they still have to be prepared for a certain amount of course.
　But I was able to buy it because there were gold and silver coins in the leather bag.
　Where did you get the gold and silver coins was crimson in the preliminary round... no, the prize money you won against Ray.
　Yes, Moura, who went to see the preliminary round and knew it was a game he would definitely win, bet on Ray.
　Of course, they didn't bet as much money as Ray and Dusker did.
　It was just the amount of money that ordinary people would bet on, because that would make the Dasker and his party aware of their existence.
　But if you bet one point only on Ray, the amount will jump significantly.
　The result was the fruit now in front of Moura, or the leather bag near it.

"It has benefited us," With that in mind, I'll leave you alone now. I hope other people will reduce their fighting power instead of us."
"...what if they could have the crimson head or the head of the Count of Larkus?"
"That's impossible, isn't it?" "Well, wouldn't that be the case, if it were so, for what we should do is kill the crimson and Larkes?"

　A little smiley Moura said, reaching again for fruit.





"Where are you going?"

　Walking around the city asking Ray is Luzzi carrying Claymore.
　Next to it is Vicul and Most, other members of the Furyu tusks who are partying with Luzzi. 　
　and Rodos followed the party with a look of amazement.
　It stands out in its own way because it is a group of so-called Ray's disciples.
　Ray himself is unknown to everyone because of his Dragon Robes hood, but the viewer can still see that everyone but Ray has made it through the preliminaries for the competition.
　It was obvious to the inhabitants of the imperial capital that the unidentified man -- Ray -- who was wearing the hood was also involved in some sort of relationship.

"Hey, that's for sure..."
"Oh, they're all the main contestants in the competition. What? I don't know the little one in that robe."
"I'm sure they're the main contestants... were there any of them?"
"Wasn't it G-block?"
"No, the one with the robe on certainly won, but I think he was quite tall."
"Well... then..."
"...what? Huh?""Huh? What's wrong? Do you remember anything?"
"No, as far as I know, a real contestant and such a little fellow... I'm sure it's just my imagination." Yes, it's definitely my imagination."

　At this time of year, there are many people who are familiar with the competition, and that is why some people realize Ray's identity.
　While listening to such voices in the robe, he passes by with a slight frown.
　It is because it is certain that he will get involved in a disturbance if he is found out who he is here.
　However, if the main contestants were this solid, they would not be able to avoid the attention of the people around them, and in the end they would continue to be in the spotlight until they reached their destination.





"Here it is,"
"What about here.

　The place I arrived in the spotlight was on the outskirts of the imperial capital.
　It's near the walls and there are very few people around it.
　Of course, it's not completely unmanned, but it's still overwhelmingly less visible than when I was walking around the city.
　At the same time, it is the site of what seemed to have been a large building, and the ground is covered with grass like grass as if it were autumn.

"Even if we train, there are people who use various means when the main game starts, regardless of the qualifying round. And some of you are trying to analyze how we fight. In order to prevent this, I was taught by the staff of the inn."

　Everyone looks satisfied with Ray's words.
　It is true that the main competition of the upcoming competition will be tournament style. In other words, unlike the preliminary battle royal, you can concentrate on and need information about your opponents.
　Information is power; it doesn't change on Earth or Elgin.

"That's why I wanted to train here. "Well, we don't necessarily get it right, so if there's anything I'd like to keep secret, I don't think we should use it."
"Well, that's quite surprising. Does that inn even take care of those things?"

　When Luzzi was listening to Ray's words, others nod in agreement.

Date doesn't say it's the best inn in the imperial capital, does it? I'm glad you've prepared a place like this for me."

　Normally, a place with few people would be the first to think of the slums. But this is not even a slum. That's why very few people bother me.

"Now, shall we begin our training?" I'm sorry, but I'm in the mood for some serious training today."
"No,"

　It was Luzzi who sounded really disgusted at Ray's words.
　He is often involved in Ray's training because he is the most promising of the fangs.
　However, since he is more serious about training than ever before, Ruzzi's fear of falling out of the competition due to fatigue passes through his mind.

"Why are you so suddenly motivated?"

　It's not that they feel sorry for their leader... it's that the purest question asks Ray.
　For the most part, the more Ray trains, the stronger Luzzi becomes, and I have no intention of complaining about the fact that the overall ability of Furyu's tusks will improve not only in competition but also in future requests.
　It was an honest desire to do more.
　The others also cast equally mystified glances at Ray at his words.

"Well... to put it a little plainly... because a wall has appeared."

　mutter without telling anyone
　Beyond that is the noise of a Rank S adventurer who is said to be the only three in the world.
　I didn't fight directly. I just talked. Nevertheless, his spine was frozen with awe and fear.
　If I were to fight that opponent... would I win? I would ask myself, but I would never say I would win.
　That's why... we needed to build up a little bit now and prepare for emergencies.
　If the Vihelas take action, maybe it's their job to stand in front of noise.