The bodyguard, who was called out to leave, did not at first think it was a warning directed at him.
　That's why, when yelled out, he reflexively turned his gaze to the bodyguard.
　Then I noticed Dhalidra looking at me, and it wasn't until then that I realized that the warning was directed at me.
　Close to me... for some reason, the man, who had only seemed dead a few seconds earlier, was right next to me and looked at me with a clear intent to kill me.
　Why didn't I feel any sign, wonder, doubt.
　A few seconds ago the body thrust out the blade of the dagger in his hand towards the bodyguard's neck, as the fragmentary words passed through his mind."
　I thought I heard a strange squeak, and the next moment the dagger's blade was sticking out at me, disappearing from my guard's sight.

"What!"

　Deciding that he was saved, he almost reflexively kicks the floor and leaps from where he is to where he is to where he is, keeping his distance.
　Then I finally realized what had happened to the person who tried to kill me.
　There were a number of tiny arrowheads stuck into the body, bleeding.
　Despite bleeding from more than a dozen places, including his face, the white-clad man looked at the man who was supposed to be his prey, without a trace of pain.

(What? Don't you feel any pain? So it's the same as the three who attacked you today? No, but...)

　At last, when he calmed down, he muttered inwardly, looking at the white-clad man in front of his eyes.
　By that time, the other guards had already gathered their own weapons around Dari Dora, and the guards had taken up positions in front of the entrance to the room, and there was no way for the white-clad man to escape.
　But in spite of the circumstances, the man turns his dagger to the man who failed to attack him.
　Seeing such a white-clad man, he realizes that the guards, including Dallidra, are at least distinctly different from the three men who attacked him during the day.
　The three attackers, who were not in pain, had no light in their eyes.
　But the white-clad man, who is now in front of their eyes, had a firm will in his eyes.

"...who are you, my dear?"

　Ray muttered, taking his hand off Nebra's eyes under the dragon lobe.
　For Ray, who doesn't know the three men who attacked Dallidra, the only thing he sees is that the white-clad man in front of him is the one who attacks and hits him, but doesn't show any agitation...

(I've fought against enemies who don't feel pain several times in my life, but I never thought I'd face them in this kind of a place like this.)

　Leaving Nebra's eyes open, Ray grabs the twilight spear in his hand the next moment.
　Death size, which is mainly used for cutting, is not suitable for use in laboratory rooms, even if it is slightly larger.
　Here he judged that the useful thing was the spear of twilight, made mainly of thrusts.
　I would have taken out the death size if it had been outside and I could have caused damage to the surroundings.
　Or two spears...think so, and make a self-deprecation that they are not complete enough to be used in actual warfare.
　Immediately changing his mind, Ray stands next to a guard attacked by a white-clad man with a twilight spear in his hand.

"I'll leave it to you, and you'll take care of Dari Dora's bodyguard.
"No, but..."

　Perhaps he wasn't immediately convinced by Ray's words, or perhaps because he was hired as a skilled adventurer, but didn't notice the attack of the white-clad man at all.
　The guard, who probably wants to clear his name, opens his mouth to the white-clad man, who is inch by inch, with the tip of his twilight spear pointed at him.

"What is your original purpose? To defeat that white-clad man, or... to protect Dharidra?"

　If you say so, the man behind the guard can't be more rude.
　As I was employed as a bodyguard for Dalidra, my first priority was of course Dalidra's safety.

"All right. Please."

　The bodyguard muttered chagrined and headed back towards Dalidra.
　Seeing him sideways, Ray turns his ear to a white-clad man with relief.
　I know the bodyguard has some strength.
　But if I were to wield the spear of twilight in a laboratory like this, let alone outside, I would be a nuisance.
　...and it was true that Ray spoke of Dallidra's safety so as not to disturb him in his fight against the white-clad man.
　The man on the bodyguard half understands Ray's idea, but he understands that his arm is not as good as Ray's, so he calmly follows Ray's advice.
　However, it was possible to see Ray, who was also known as crimson, with his own eyes.

"Now, who are you?" Wouldn't it be all right for you to tell me that much?"

　It was Ray's word to announce the twilight spear in his hand, but the white-clad man said nothing.
　His eyes are full of murderous intentions, and he just looks at Ray.

"I'll tell you, I'm not going to let you go." If you could tell me quietly why you attacked the institute, I would take the appropriate attitude, for it seems that you are the one who attacked August and Dallidra today, and the information is valuable."

　Ray told me so, but he was almost certain that the person in front of him would not listen to him quietly.
　It was because in the eyes of the person in front of me there was something like my unyielding belief.
　This kind of person rarely listens to what others say.
　I've ignored Ray's words, and I'm still watching the gap.

"Oh, that's no good, after all." It can't be helped if… It'll be a little rough, but please understand that...!"

　As soon as he finished, a flash was released from Ray's hand.
　When he saw it, he could only see red light.
　Few of the bodyguards could see the movement of their spears with their own eyes.
　a blow of that speed
　A blow, so-called red flash, goes straight to the white-clad man.
　Of course Ray has no intention of killing his opponent.
　Now that we need even a little information, we may be able to get some information without saying anything, so that blow was fired at the man's hand in white... at the hand holding the dagger.

"Slip!"

　Given that he was a remaining assassin, the man in white probably had confidence in his skill.
　But... yet unfortunately, he completely misjudged Ray's ability.
　A sharp blow from a stabbing cuts through the white-clad man's arm...rather than by the sharpness of his spear in twilight and Ray's physical ability, he cuts it off easily.
　The section was so sharp that the man in white didn't realize his arm had been amputated for the first few seconds... or even blood.

"What!"

　Then, after a moment, he notices his arm is gone, and at the same time, a large amount of blood spouts from the amputation.

"Now, for the time being, we are out of arms." --the next foot to run away with, or the other hand, and I'd like to avoid doing something about my head to see what I'm going to do."
"You... monster!"

　a screaming white‐clad man
　Ray ignored the cry and held the spear of twilight, but behind him Dari Dora and her bodyguards nodded in agreement with the white-clad man for some reason.
　So much so that the twilight spear blow I saw had incredible power, sharpness, and, above all, speed.

"I've made enemies of the monster." Now you know you have no chance of winning, will you surrender?"
"Stupid! You can't do that!"

　a white-clad man who screams and reaches into his pocket
　The moment Ray sees it, he steps forward.

"Hush!"

　It was not the spear of twilight, but the blow of Nebra's eyes.
　Zoku (arrowheads) flying through the air are released one after another to a white-clad man.
　The arrowheads released by Ray's physical ability could not be avoided by a man in white.
　The only remaining arrowhead hits the left arm, and the impact causes something to fall out of the hand that the white-clad man had in his pocket.
　It looks like a glass bottle, but strangely enough it rolls on the floor without breaking.
　Worried about the contents of the bottle, Ray glanced at it for a moment, but the next moment he wields his twilight spear again.This time it's not a thrust, it's a cross‐mowing blow.
　The blow, which was struck, leads to a white-clad man without destroying the desk and walls in the lab.
　The white-clad man might have understood the power of the blow, but he tried to avoid it... even if it was not a thrust but a sweep, the speed was not easily avoidable.

"Ahhhuh!"

　Ray's hand feels the shattering of the man's ribs.
　The man, blown away with the feel, blew straight to the side... but only stopped moving when he hit a wall and cracked.

"Oh, hey... a man flew right next to me... and nearly a few meters..."

　After hearing one of Dharidra's bodyguards muttering from behind, Ray approaches the white-clad man who hits the wall unconcernedly.

(I don't think he's dead by that response.)

　I broke my rib, but it shouldn't have been fatal.
　I looked at the man who recognized him and didn't seem to move at all, but the next moment he looked as if he didn't understand.

"What?"

　Dallidra's bodyguards must have wondered at Ray's insane voice. Some of the guards come up to Ray.

"What's the matter?"
"... Look at this,"

　At Ray's muttered words, one of the guards turned his eyes to the white-clad man.
　What I saw was a man spitting green liquid out of his mouth with blood.
　The figure of the man, with his eyes open, was apparently dead.

"I don't think Ray's blow killed me."
"Oh,"

　Ray nods immediately to the man's words.
　His blow was powerful enough to seriously injure the opponent.
　But it wasn't a deadly blow that could kill him instantly.

"In the first place, if you were killed by my blow, what was the green liquid spitting out of your mouth?" --the blood is blood, and the red is flowing from my mouth."
"What is this green liquid, then?"
"And if you ask me that," I didn't do anything."
"You hit him with that spear,"

　Ray was having such a conversation, but something came to mind.
　It is said that those who become assassins in cartoons or novels that they saw while in Japan will take poison in advance, and that they will take antidote if their mission succeeds.

(No, but isn't it too early to die? Then... self-determination poison?)

　That's all I've thought about... the next moment Ray's mouth just as stupid.

"Ah..."
"Huh? What's wrong with you? Did you come up with something?"

　Naturally, if such a voice comes up, the bodyguard who was nearby would not have noticed it, so ask so.
　Ray opens his mouth, looking troubled.

"By any chance... did you drink the self-determination poison that you had in your back teeth, not to drink it yourself, but to the shock of my hitting the wall with one blow?"
"No, I don't think... I don't think I'll die in such a stupid way,"

　The impact of the crash engulfed self-determination poison and killed him.
　To all appearances, it would be nothing but a fool.
　He was the bodyguard who told me so, but Ray's gaze was on the wall... when the white man bumped into it and turned to the cracked wall, I was convinced.
　It shouldn't normally be expected to be this much of ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
　Of course, not everyone would drink the same poison if they were given the same shock.
　I was simply unlucky, after all. There is nothing for it but to say so.

"If I leave it... did he attack the laboratory in the end? It was a pretty cool last time, though."

　Now that he's dead for the time being, it's no use thinking about it's no use thinking about it.
　Ray muttered, but the bodyguard opened his mouth dumbfounded.

"Well, it's because it's Ray, right? He's probably a tough opponent."
"Is that so?"
"Oh, yes," ...and already strong Ray has such powerful magic items. I feel sorry for the enemy."

　Words of no particular concern for the murder of all the researchers in his camp.
　Doubtful of it, Ray turns his eyes, and the man shrugs his shoulders slightly before opening his mouth.

"It's only recently that I was hired by Mr. Dallidra. I had little acquaintance with him here. --but don't you mind the bottle that he dropped?"

　The man said so, and began to walk towards the bottle lying on the floor.