In the darkness of the night there was a group of people walking through the aristocracy.
　The leader is a keeper with a spear in his hand and metal armor.
　The spear was heavy, but the weight of the metal armor he wore for his own safety and for his appearance had already begun to draw his breath.
　Such a keep is followed by three knights with some anxious look on their faces.
　The purpose of this group is to attack the Baron Cisne family and kill all the living people there, but there is a strong feeling that the Earl of Eriel will protect them, because their lords are still together.
　Nor could it be denied that he expected the looting, violence, and humiliation to take place, as the Earl of Eriel insisted that if anything should happen, he would manage it.
　And behind the knights are those collected by Furtos.
　If you believe Furtos' words, you're supposed to be an elite person, but from the perspective of it, it didn't seem so.
　In fact, most of the collectors are from slums and criminal gangs, and while it's true that they're good enough, they can't be compared to the Zeroes, a Rank B adventurer who dueled Ray.
　But Keep believed they were completely as good as Zeroes.
　It was because I had faith in Furtos.
　The knights were not listening to Furtos and Keeps, so they thought they were just a bunch.
　The three knights who follow him as guards and confidants of the keep, though of their inferior character, stand up in their own way.
　...but only in its own way, to the extent that it manages to compete even with a Rank D adventurer.
　In the eyes of these knights, with a few exceptions, none of them seemed to be able to follow them.

"Hehe! Hehe! Hehe! Hehe! Hehe! He can attack the mansion of the nobility. We're lucky. I can participate in this kind of work."
"Yes, indeed," They are the kind of people who are extorting money from us and making a luxury of themselves. I'll let you regret it to your heart's content."
"Well, what kind of women do you think there are? Being aristocrats is very different from the prostitutes we usually buy?"
"That's true, isn't it? He's nobleman at all. My skin and hair are first-class products, and I think it smells good when I hold them."
"I'm more rich than a woman,"
"Gold doesn't matter, show me the blood of the nobility." Some of the nobles are blue-blooded, you know, and it's a great opportunity to see if it's true."
"You, my dear fellow," It's not blue blood, is it? The blood of the nobles whom I had killed on the battlefield before was red, and they were no different from ours."
"Hehehe. Why, after all, the nobles are no different from us?"
"... but... Wouldn't it be capital punishment to attack the mansion of the nobility?"
"It's just that. If you get caught, you might get the death penalty, but that means you have to get caught, right?"
"Oh, oh, I see. You're smart, as I expected."

　Those who prepare the full toss follow the keep, talking freely to each other.
　For these people, that's what keeps are aristocrats, but... keepers themselves are completely unaware of it.
　and if such a group had walked in the barony, it would not be discovered by adventurers employed as guards...

"Oh, you guys! Where are you going?"

　Unfortunately... or fortunately, not far from the Baroness of Cisne, a security adventurer from the front approaches.
　The people behind the keep wondered for a moment whether it was dangerous to stay like this, but the keep itself glances grumpily, completely unaware of what was going on behind it.
　It can't be interesting to be approached to give orders, even though I already have a hatred of adventurers in the daytime duel.

"What are you all?" I'm the next head of the Earl of Eriel. An adventurer can't be so easy to talk to."

　Responding uncomfortably, Keep turns to the adventurer he has spoken to.
　Three adventurers were there.
　He is still young, and there are three men who say whether or not he has turned twenty.
　The man at the head, with the long sword sheath hanging from his waist, answers the words of the keeper.

"I beg your pardon, sir, that you are the next head of the Earl's family." However, please forgive me for being employed as a security guard to keep the peace of this aristocratic quarter. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Could you tell me why you are doing this?"
"Ah? I see, do you want to hear it?" -- especially to see this spear?"

　The words that came out of the mouth of the keep seem to be the answer.
　The three adventurers have a slight bad feeling about how they seem to be able to communicate with each other, and are ready to deal with whatever happens at any time.

"Look, look,"

　He turned his eyes to the spear that had been thrust out without reserve... and in the next moment, the tip of his ear was thrust further into the body of the man he was talking about.

"Wow!"

　He was able to react only because he was ready, but he could not prevent the attack of the knight who approached him in concert with the thrust of his spear.
　They are beaten, blown away and hit by their companions before drawing a long sword from the sheath.
　The man's companions, who had been paralyzed by it, were surrounded by a great crowd.
　Then it starts with beatings.
　Luckily for the men, the group led by the keepers would have been more interested in looting and women than in violence.
　Here he decides that he would rather fly on the larger prey of the Baron Cisne than continue to torment the three adventurers, and leaves the fainting adventurer there to proceed.
　It's snow-strewn temperatures from time to time, so if they had been left alone, they might have frozen to death, but fortunately, another adventurer would pass by and be treated for some time after the keepers were gone.

"Oh, look! He's an adventurer after all, but that's about it after all. We're strong enough to deal with adventurers."

　As he leads the pack, the keeper spears.
　It was a victory by force of numbers, but victory nevertheless. 　
　Not only the keep, but the knights and the men behind them cheer to agree.
　It's a place called aristocracy, and it's night, but it's not still late at night.
　With so many people still awake, some naturally notice the keepers.
　Private soldiers, especially those of the nobility who kept the gate, immediately informed their superiors when they saw such a group.
　though he had no intention of attacking the houses of the other nobles, for he had nothing but a grudge against the Baroness of Cisne, who had humiliated him no more.
　Those who were working with the keep did not waste their time making a fuss here, as long as they had the right place to attack them.
　and, inspiring themselves, the keepers kept walking in the nobleman's quarter at night...

"I saw it."

　Keep smiles at the familiar mansion.
　The mansion is by no means large. The men behind it, let alone the keep and the knights, were somewhat out of their element.
　Still, as long as it was a mansion of the nobility, I thought it would satisfy their desires.

"Well, I didn't know that so many people would come at night... but I didn't know there were going to be guests."

　I hear the voice that suddenly came into my ears.
　The first person to stop when he heard the voice was to keep it. It was probably because I'd seen the owner of the voice talking over and over and over again.At the same time, the three knights near the keep also stop.
　If the four leading men stop, naturally those who came from behind them will have to stop.
　And when everyone stops, the person walks forward to the keep.
　The moon, shining in the night sky, was clouded, but as soon as the man came out before the keep, the clouds were swept away by the wind and illuminated by moonlight.
　There was a small man in a robe.
　The excitement of a few minutes ago may have completely disappeared from Keep, who knew who was in front of him, not just from his voice. mutter one's name in a husky voice

"Ray,"
"Who are you?"

　One of the men behind screams as the keep opens his mouth.
　The man's voice is loud, and the keeper's voice is low.
　This completely negates the voice of the keep, glaring grimly at them without understanding who is in front of them except the keep and the three knights.
　It's only natural. They were about to attack the aristocratic house to the fullest extent of their desire, but they stood in front of them as if to interrupt it.
　It may also be that they had defeated the three adventurers who had been guarding the barons on their way here that had made them bullish.
　Above all, Ray's huge sickle death size, which is also his symbol, and his absence from his partner Seto, were the reasons why men didn't notice him and despised him in appearance.
　If I had put the hood down, I could have seen my face at least, but now I can hardly see my face because I am wearing the hood.
　In other words, men recognized that it was just a little boy, or a girl, standing in front of the keepers.

"If you ask me who asked. Well, is it easy to understand the bodyguard of Baron Cisne?"
"...what?"

　A man with a momentary surprise on his face at the word "guard" coming out of Ray's mouth.
　The next moment, however, he burst out laughing as if he couldn't stand it.
　It's not just men. The other men around us are equally filled with laughter.
　It's only natural that men claim to be escorts to stop them.
　He assumes that the reason why he is shaking is because he is holding back his laughter.
　In fact, the sight I saw in the daytime... I was trembling with fear, remembering the time when Ray invoked the red armor of the Flame Emperor, wearing a red magic that was compressed enough to visualize.
　The sight, seen up close, marked the heart of the keeper with deep fingernails.
　Also, it's not just the keep that's shaking. The same goes for the three knightsame for the three knights.
　Ray and the man's conversation continues, following the four of them.

"Well, boy," I won't say anything bad, so go home and go to bed. What's going to happen is too much excitement for you."
"Wait a minute, man," If he is the bodyguard of the Baron Cisne family, of course he will be hostile to us, will he be able to escape easily? It's the best pleasure to see such a cheeky little boy cry."
"Oh, you've got a good hobby. But what if my real intention is to run away while I'm being taken up by a kid like this? No matter how much the husband of the keeper manages to mislead this attack, it wouldn't be fashionable if his real intention was to run away and go to the guard post."
"... well, I see." But I'll take care of this boy! I'll have no complaints!"

　The man who was trying to kill Ray probably didn't want to be able to attack the aristocratic house. He approaches Ray, holding a club in his hand.
　Watching the situation silently, Ray casts a somewhat dumbfounded glance at the man standing in front of him.
　But the man probably couldn't tolerate that stare. What he wanted to see was that kind of look at him, asking for forgiveness.

"Come on, kid! Do you still think you're safe!? Oops!"

　He was a man who held up his club coercively, but of course Ray could not have looked frightened at such a man...

"Oh, ... how can you be stupid?"

　He muttered, and his voice aroused the man's anger, shaking the club down at Ray.
　Still, I didn't aim at the head because I wanted to see Ray's pain-stricken expression, not because of mercy.
　That's why I didn't think I could easily hold the club down with one hand.

"What!"
"Look, can I be surprised?"

　Hold the club with your left hand and lightly kick the man with your right foot.
　It rolls on the ground for a few meters, and when the movement finally stops, the man stands up in pain and looks to Ray to see what had happened.

"Well, what are you going to do with me? Let me hear that again."

　Throwing aside the club he held in his left hand, he asks Mistyling for a huge sickle and Death Size, a symbol of Ray.
　Further surrounding the men, Fluorocarbons, Brasso, Sergio, Johanna, Dietes, and other adventurers and ex-combatants whom Fluorocarbons had assembled.