The sun has already set completely and the gate is usually closed.
　But the effect of the papers brought by Kenny opened the front gate with ease.
　However, there is no doubt that it has to do with not only workers but also Dusker's signature on the documents, but also Marina, a former guildmaster, and Ray and Sett, who are famous in many ways...

"Set, please."
"Slurrurling.

　As Ray straddles his back, Seto, as usual, makes a few strides and leaps up, flapping his wings.
　After jumping into the sky, they descend again to pick up marina and viola waiting on the ground.
　In this case, however, we do not have a lifeline ready, as we would like to head to the forest of Trent as soon as possible, or, above all, travel time is only a few minutes.
　Marina and Vihela jump to Seto's front legs as they slow down and fly close to the earth.
　Seto loses his balance for a second, but the next moment he regains his balance and flaps his wings.
　So flying high above, Seto flaps his wings for the forest of Trent.
　Although the sun has set completely, it hasn't been long since it went down.
　Perhaps because of this influence, there was still a trace of the sunset in the sky.
　There is no cloud in the night sky, and the soft moonlight is pouring down on the ground.

"It's a nice view. If it's nothing... I had nothing to say."

　Marina muttered as she gripped Seto's leg with one hand.
　She's changing into clothes from Vihela's room and wearing trousers instead of her usual party dress.
　Since there is no lifeline and you are really holding onto Seto's front foot with only the power of your hand, you can't be sure of life if your hand slips.
　Marina didn't look nervous even though she knew it.

"Well, I think it would be nice to go on a date in the moonlight while looking at the night view if possible."

　Not only Marina, but Vihela also responds without a sign of nervousness.
　There was absolutely no sign of anxiety between these two.
　...no, Vichela even has a look of lust in her eyes, perhaps because there is a battle ahead.
　Recently, Vihela has not enjoyed a satisfying battle.
　Of course, I was playing mock battles with Marina, combat drills with Beune, and most importantly with Ray.
　But... it's just a 'simulation' game.
　Instead of having to worry about losing your life like a real battle, you really don't get the excitement and pleasure of a real battle.
　In Beune, too, it was only a combat exercise, let alone a mock battle.
　I certainly don't hate the time I spend with Ray.
　Still, Vihela has a strong desire for battle.
　I know that this time the battle will be mainly a battle, but the battle for life was still enough to excite Viehra...or to make her lustful.
　Ray, who is riding on Seto's back, naturally knows what he calls such a Vihela habit.
　Still, Ray didn't say anything because he understood it was Vihela, including it.
　Marina has lived for a long time and has met people with similar tendencies.

(Well, in fact, the opponent this time might be in a good position.) That won't really be the only thing Trent can do, will it? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　While he thinks like that, Seto moves on, and eventually he sees a forest on the ground.
　The moonlit forest is the forest of Trent.
　It was only a few minutes' flight, but when Trent's forest came into sight, Ray's eyes... and Sett, Marina, and Vihela's eyes were also on Trent's forest.
　And soon you'll notice something unusual going on in the forest of Trent.
　Several people were seen fighting close to the outside of Trent's forest.
　Those standing in front of Trent.
　It is evident from the fact that they are all woodcutters led by Fectz.
　Naturally, Sett finds out sooner than Ray finds out, flapping his wings and descending toward the forest.

"I have found Marina, Vihela, and the woodcutters! They are, as I expected, being attacked!"

　At Rey's words, Marina and Vihela looked at the forest with different expressions.





　Time goes back a little.
　When the Reys left Gillum, Fectz was intercepting monsters with the cutters.

"d*mn it! What are they?"

　Screaming impatiently, Fectz wields an axe.
　The axe cuts ivy that crawled under its feet like a snake.
　The cut ivy, as if it were a substitute for the devil, bites like a snake... and eventually loses its power and exposes itself to the ground.

"Facts! What should I do?"
"All right, get away! Just get away! Get away from here and get out of the woods! Then they probably won't follow you!"

　In the voice of his companions, Fectz shouts his axe at the approaching ivy.
　The axes they have are strictly for felling.
　It's different from the battleax, which was adapted for combat.
　But... still, as long as the axe was an axe, he had some offensive power.
　Following Fectz's instructions, the party manages to run out of the woods.
　Originally, as a woodcutter, I knew how to shake an axe against a plant, and unlike the party that was attacked in this forest, I was not attacked in my sleep, and it was not long since the night had passed and I was close to the outside of the forest because I wanted to cut down trees in the forest.
　Fortunately, thanks to a variety of reasons and good luck, Fectu and his companions were injured but no one had yet lost their lives.
　But the hard-fought Fectus cannot afford to be proud of it.
　Now we all had to work together just to survive.
　In this case, it must have been fortunate for the woodcutters to have Fectu, the central figure among the young woodcutters. ...but I wouldn't have made it look like I'd come to the forest of Trent at night if it wasn't for Fectz.
　Anyway, there is no doubt that Fectu and his associates survived for various reasons.
　But now we're all still alive, but I don't know how long it will last.
　I would have been acting on the edge of the forest, but the small distance wouldn't shrink.
　Even in this situation, it's close to the limit, and everyone is already injured more or less. At this rate, it was certain that there would be a death in the not too distant future.
　Now, understanding how great the adventurers of the bodyguard were... Fectz, and the still-fighting woodcutters, wield axes.
　And so desperately... that's what I'm going to do to keep running... and eventually I'm going to see the outside of the forest.
　This will help me.
　These were the kind of workmen, but... the next moment the workmen who were leading the way.
　As it stopped from running at full speed, it naturally put a strain on the body, much less on the tired body of previous battles, and the man rolled on the ground because he was pushed from behind.
　Cutting his cheek thin with the blade of his axe, the man still manages to get up.

"Oops! What the hell are you doing?"
"Facts, no!"

　Fectus shouted at the sudden stop of his companion who was running in front of him, but he came back desperate... that was his desperate voice.
　But I can't stop here, because the ivy was creeping like a snake from behind me.
　One of the reasons why the Fectus were able to survive was that the only monster was ivy.
　It would have been difficult for everyone to survive, no matter how well it worked, if there had been monsters who had killed adventurers.
　Whatever the reason, now we have no choice but to run away from the ivy approaching us.
　It was understandable that Fectus, the lord of the palace, should cry out, because he suddenly stopped.
　But whatever Fechts felt, the man in the lead could not run straight through the woods. Because...

"Shag-ah-ah!"

　Trent appeared with such a threatening cry.
　Normally, trees can't move.
　But Trent was walking on the ground, moving the roots of the tree like feet.
　The leading man turned to Trent, who appeared with his axe in his hand... with a bitter look on his face.because one of the Trents had scratched the trunk of the tree.
　The wound reminded me of the man.
　It's only natural. The wound was made by a man on a tree that was growing as a mark.
　In other words, this Trent is the tree that the man then scratched.

"d*mn it, I'm sure it wasn't Trent then!"








　Screaming with irritation, he faces Trent with his axe in his hand.
　As long as I work as a woodcutter, naturally I often encounter monsters like Trent.
　Therefore, it is not so difficult for a skilled woodcutter to distinguish between a tree and a Trent by the touch.
　If this were to become a more advanced monster, it might be a different story, but... at least the man was proud enough to say that he wouldn't mistake a tree for a tree, and he was actually competent enough to do so much so.
　This gave him the confidence that the tree he had scratched was not Trent.
　Nevertheless, he appeared as Trent.
　It would have been natural if you were dissatisfied with it and wanted to scream.
　Trent, however, wields a branch without showing any concern for such a man.
　such a blow as if it were coming at you with your hand
　The man succeeded in preventing the blow by using his axe as a shield at once."

"Oops!"

　At the moment, they are shocked in a different direction from what they have prevented and blown away.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　There were more than a dozen of them, as if they were walls blocking our way.
　If only a woodcutter, let alone an adventurer, could break through the flock of Trents, the answer would be no.
　But ivy, growing from the forest behind them, is chasing them.
　a tiger at the front gate
　If Ray looked at the current situation with the Fects, he could well describe it that way.

"d*mn it! What are you going to do?"

　Despite the desperate crisis, the woodcutters still don't blame him.
　That's probably proof that Fectus is loved by everyone.

"Those who are seriously injured are the center, those who are lightly injured are the outside! So you have to endure it and get over one point!"

　Follow the instructions and form in front of Trent.
　However, unlike adventurers who regularly fight monsters, the Fectu's do not have combat training.
　Of course, there are many rough‐natured woodcutters, so many of them have some experience in fighting, but it's just fighting, not fighting.
　Therefore, even though they were formed according to Fectz's instructions, they were somewhat distorted.
　But there was no doubt that it would be much easier to fight than to fight Trent on his own, even though it was distorted.
　All the woodcutters have an axe, and no one has a bow or arrow.
　Therefore, fighting must be done only by those outside the formation, and woodcutters inside cannot carry out protective attacks, but can only look at them.

"Oh, my God!'

　One of the woodcutters inside threw his axe wide, perhaps because he couldn't stand it.
　He was a woodcutter with an injured arm, but he could still throw an axe.
　and the axe, which flew through the air, slipped its blade into Trent's trunk."

"d*mn it! What do you mean by not being hurt?"

　Trent, with his axe still in his torso, tried to attack him without showing any concern.

"You'll let me!"

　All of a sudden, a voice like that echoed around him, and Trent, who was about to attack the woodcutter, was amputated from side to side.