The explosion as they tried to touch the hut destroyed the hut itself in an instant.
　Almost all the magic items that would otherwise have been in the shed have disappeared.
　And most viciously, it would have been a means of attacking anyone who tried to enter the hut at the same time as destroying evidence.
　The explosion in the hut made the hut itself a weapon.
　In order to protect Azimov from countless flying debris, Ray used himself as a shield in his dragon robe, and Azimov, who was protected by Ray, immediately activated the bracelet of a magic item that had been fitted into his right arm, creating a defensive barrier around him to improve Ray's defenses.

"...are you safe?"

　Seeing that the storm of shards in the hut has subsided, Ray asks Azimov in the background.

"Oh, oh... somehow,"

　From Azimov's right arm murmuring, a broken bracelet almost fell to the ground.
　When Ray sees it, he understands that the boundary was the phenomenon caused by Azimov.

"Is Azimov the boundary?"
"Yes, it was a magic item made from a very rare material, but it still hurt that it became disposable."

　As Azimov breathes, he naturally looks at the bracelet that fell to the ground.
　As Azimov put it, the magic item, made from rare materials, is no longer useful.
　After gently reaching for the bracelet, Azimov immediately began examining it.
　I've made a lot of magic items for people, and I've tried them myself many times.
　But it was the first time in a long time that I had actually used it this instant.
　When I was dragged out of my house by Ray, I thought it might be dangerous and brought it, but I can say that it worked very well.

(though he seems dissatisfied with it.)

　Ray turns to Azimov, who is examining the bracelet, and thinks deeply.
　It was a bracelet that protected him and Ray, but Azimov seemed to have some dissatisfaction with the effect and his expression had become that of an alchemist.
　Judging that Azimov was no longer in danger, Ray turned to the hut... exactly where the hut was.
　It's a very, very unlikely sight that there was a hut there until recently.
　If I dare to find the vestiges, it's only that the ground is scorched.

"You've done it,"

　As Ray mutters while looking at the remains of such a hut, Azimov looks up from the wreckage of his bracelet and looks at the remains of the hut.
　The expression on Azimov's face was what could be described as a "dharma."
　I was an alchemist, too, and I guess I understood what Zuboz had done for the purpose.
　In other words, to keep the secret of your research and, above all, to retaliate against the person who tried to steal your research.

"Oh, ... now that it's happened, there's probably nothing left."

　With a sigh, Azimov agrees with Ray.
　While they are talking intently, suddenly they hear someone running and turn their eyes to them.

"You're all right, Ray!"
"Hey, Ray. Are you all right?"

　Elena and Vichela rushed down to Ray.
　The explosion was naturally visible to both Elena and Vihela.
　No, on the contrary, the blast caused by the explosion of the hut and even fragments of the cabin flew towards them.
　It wasn't as close as Ray's, so it didn't hit the pieces, but it was an explosion that I couldn't help but hold on to. Of course, the two of them must have been worried about how Ray was near the explosion and rushed to the scene.
　Worried like that, however, Ray nods back without apparent injury.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not particularly hurt here. -- but that Elena is here."

　Doubtting that Elena is here, who had been holding Adriatic back until recently, Ray turns his gaze to Adriatic.
　Then there was Adria, who had been robbed of some magic items by Bune and was bound by a thin string of threads to call her a rope.
　And near Diaz, yellow is on guard for movement, and Paul is still tied to thorns all over his body.
　Judging that the Adrias are OK, Ray turns his eyes to Elena and Vihela.
　Both of them were exhaling relief to learn that Ray was not injured.

"...I was within a stone's throw of that explosion."

　Right next to Ray, Azimov says a little dissatisfied.
　Azimov was more likely to think of it as an alchemy experiment than a woman, but it's a little less interesting to leave him alone and worry about Ray.

"You were behind Ray, weren't you? Then I knew I wouldn't get hurt."

　Although Azimov was a little dissatisfied with what Elena said, he still made no particular retort as long as it was true.

"But you've done such a clever thing,"

　Vichela muttered abominably, looking at the remains of the hut.
　The unusually sullen look was probably because Ray thought he had just taken the explosion head-on at close range.
　The moment Vihela saw the scene, a cold ran down her spine.
　Perhaps Ray will be gone.
　I fear I'll die.
　Elena, who was dealing with Adria, took her breath away for a moment, but soon settled down.

(This is the difference in the length of the relationship, I wonder.)

　Feeling the irritation within her, Vihela turns to Elena.
　I wasn't in such a hurry because I knew exactly Ray's secret, but... that's something I couldn't understand in Vihela at the moment.

"Well, for the time being, we should think that all the evidence, magic items, materials, etc. that would have been in the hut were ruined." -- a nuisance to me.

　Elena and Vihela look at Ray, who breathes out a sigh.
　It wasn't his own danger, but he was sure he was sparing the magic items that would have been in the hut.

"Dear Elena!"

　All of a sudden, I hear a voice like that.
　Elena and Vihela turn their eyes to the familiar voice.
　There, Arra was running along with two guards.

"Ah-ah!? Why are you here?"

　Elena also wonders at Arla, who suddenly appears.
　Arra comes to Elena's side and quickly checks Elena for injuries, where she finally breathes a sigh of relief.

"When I followed Mr. Elena, I did not mind hearing a terrible explosion all of a sudden, but I am glad to hear that you are safe."
"Huh? Oh, that explosion. Fortunately, I was far away. I managed to cope with it."
"Well, that's the best of all." I don't think there was any damage from that explosion."

　When she looks around and sees that all the people she meets at the Magic Item Shop are not particularly seriously injured, Arla breathes a sigh of relief again.
　There's no doubt Elena will be the top priority for Arra, but that doesn't mean she doesn't care what happens to other faces.

"Ray was very close to that explosion, but I can only say that he's safe... well, it's Ray."
"Squeak!"

　yell at Elena's words in agreement with her.
　and Vihela was also nodding back beside Elena.

"You guys are only close at times like this."
"Well, I don't know,"

　Vichela responds with a smile to Rey's words.
　Deciding that anything more is only against him, he speaks out to get the job done first.

"Adria is tied up over there, Diaz is without his right arm, and he is wrapped around a thorn and unable to move..."
"Paul!? As expected, you..."

　One of the guards screams before Ray finishes.By now, the pole had been covered with thorns, and at the same time he had been unconscious by the explosion that had taken place some time after entering the slum.
　Then I finally realized that the man was Paul, and I couldn't help but shout out.

(You know each other, don't you? No, I'm a security guard, and I think I'm acquainted with a magic item store. ... well, it's strange that the alchemist Azimov doesn't know Paul's face. Where did they sell magic items?)

　The easiest and simplest way for an alchemist to make money is, of course, to sell his own magic items.
　From simple magic items such as portions to weapons such as magic swords to magic items that are convenient for daily life.
　Azimov has no combat experience or talent, although he has the means to do his job if he has the skill of being an adventurer.
　If that's the case, naturally they would have sold magic items to make money, but at least in this case Azimov didn't sell magic items at Paul's.
　Paul's is not the only magic item store in Gilm.
　There are quite a few alchemists in the remote guillem, and as a matter of course, the sale and sale of magic items is even more active.

"... Slon?"

　Paul, wrapped in thorns, mutters the name of the guard.

"Why are you acting like this..."
"I think you'll find that out by looking at the results?"

　Paul's calm demeanor never seems to regret his actions.
　Paul's words make the guard look sad for a moment, but soon his face returns to being a guard.

"All right, I'll look into the matter carefully when I get back to the station. You must have a lot to say, but as a guard of Gilmoo, you can never overlook it."
"Yes,"

　The only color in Paul's tone is a light one.
　The security guard who was talking about Paul must have thought of many things, but he calmly checks the surroundings without saying anything more.
　Meanwhile, another guard speaks to Ray.

"Ray, I've heard about this from Captain Langa. It's been a long enough.

　Whether this guard knew Paul or knew him but had little contact with him, he showed little expression.

"Oh, a lot of things... a lot of things were really hard. The worst of all is that the man who planned the affair is dead."
"Are you dead? If so... is that body by any chance?"

　The only bodies left here are those of the runaway bullshit.
　But the body was not human in size, and that's why the guardman thought it was an alchemy chimera.
　Or even if you say they are huge monsters such as cyclops and augers, you can understand them.

"Yes, maybe it was because they knew they had been cornered. I took some medicine... and in the end I ran wild and it turned out like that."
"Runaway..."
"Oh, and the alchemist... he's called a slob, but his hiding place is like that."

　The next thing Ray looked at was the site of the hut, which had already disappeared.

"...that's a lie..."

　a watchman looking at the site of a hut with a resigned look on his face
　Such a security guard reminds Ray of a magic item store.

"You came here with Arla through the basement of the magic item store, didn't you? You went through the basement that Zuboz seems to have been using. You must have been in such a hurry when you ran away from us, so you might still have some clue?"
"Oh!"

　At Ray's words, the guard screams joyfully.
　The kind of evidence you need may not be completely there, but it's definitely different from nothing.
　...however, there are almost no rare materials left that Zuboz brought to the guillem, and Zuboz, who was a genius, had little documentation left because he thought about it and carried it out in his head. It's a little later for the guards to have a lot of trouble.