"...it seems that it was all right,"

　Ray breathes relief at the sight of the woodcutters, some injured but none seriously injured.
　Shaking his death-size hand wide, he stood between Trent and the woodcutters.
　When Trent saw Ray, he paused for a moment... as if to take the opportunity to blow away.
　One was a blow with Vichela's fist and the other with Seto's forefoot.
　Then a number of wind spears fly and pierce Trent's body.
　A woodcutter beside Fochts turned his gaze to the direction of the wind-spears, and there was a dark elf with an eye-catching beauty in spite of the circumstances.

"You are..."

　Fechts muttered when he saw Ray holding a death-size spear in his right hand and a twilight spear in his left hand.
　Of course Fectus knows who it is.
　In the first place, Ray and I meet in the daytime, so it's only natural.
　What's more, Ray is the only adventurer to whom the Gryphon is subservient.

"... step back a little,"

　Ray muttered, glancing at Fectu, who wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.
　What's there is frustration.
　It's only natural that he made a daring impression of coming to the forest of Trent at night.
　As a result, Ray came all the way here on an urgent request while having dinner that he would only rest.
　I wasn't that dissatisfied when I was on the move, but it was only natural that I was dissatisfied when I saw him directly.
　He wasn't always the kind of personality that would keep quiet when younger Ray said that, but he's been exhausted physically and mentally by the monster attack.
　Most importantly, they knew they were dead without Ray, so they didn't say back to Ray, although they were a little dissatisfied.
　...although it is a sign that Fectz can still afford to be a little dissatisfied in such a situation.

"There's something behind you!"

　Another woodcutter nearby screams when he sees Fectz shut up.

"What?"

　Facing Trent, Ray's voice echoes around him in a strange stalemate.

"Oh, oh! It's the ivy of a plant, but the guy who attacks me like a snake..."
"Marina, I left it to you."

　Listening only to that, Ray gives Marina instructions.
　The snake-like ivy monster and Trent in front of them.
　Apart from bowing, I thought ivy monsters would be easier to fight with spirit magic.
　That's how much Ray trusts Marina's Spiritual Magic, but it's only natural to think that the Spiritual Magic that he's seen so many times... ...is more versatile.
　And Marina goes around behind the woodcutters without saying a word to see if she understands it.
　Marina, which uses spirit magic and archery, is completely avant-garde.
　In that case, an avant-garde would have to stand guard...

"Well, you're quite passionate. But do you think you'll catch me with that kind of attack?"

　Even with a relaxed smile, he avoids the ivy growing to entangle Marina's fascinating body.
　They talk to the spirits as if they were singing, avoiding the attack at the last minute.

"Spirit of the Wind, let's sing together, let's sing, let's sing, let's chant, let's chant, let's chant. Delivering our songs and eternal peace."

　Along with the words, various beautiful women appear around the marina as if they were just wearing cloth.
　However, as far as most of them are translucent, they are not real.
　and the recitation of the spell... it was obvious, considering the call to the Spirit, what appeared.

"The Wind... Spirit..."

　muttered the woodcutter beside the marina.
　Marina glances at the woodcutter with a glamorous smile and waves loudly the next moment.
　At the same time, the spirits of the wind...or the maidens of the wind uttered their own voices.
　The uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta uta
　The ivy that attacked the woodcutters from behind instantly became impotent.
　Only a few seconds after the maidens of the wind sang, until all the ivy on the spot was rendered impotent, and the threat which was coming from behind was completely extinguished.
　No matter how much I cut it with an axe, the ivy that gushed out endlessly and endlessly disappeared in a literal sense.
　Even a woodcutter with an adventurer's heart can't say anything if he can see the scene with his own eyes.
　It seemed incredible that we hated adventurers on our own terms.
　Marina suddenly turned her eyes to the woodcutter.
　That's all... the woodcutter was completely fascinated by Marina's figure, despite her gaze.

"It's dangerous, so stay down."
"...yes,"

　If you are told to do so, you can only go down without saying anything more.
　A woodcutter steps back and forth, naturally hits his fellow woodcutters.
　It's only natural. They were in a circle.
　But... in spite of the circumstances, the woodcutter who was hit by the hammer did not respond at all.
　A few seconds later, the woodcutter finally realized this, and he turned forward, partly because Marina looked away.
　Then... the scene that was spreading before me stopped me as if I had forgotten to breathe.

"...that's a lie...what's this?"

　What the woodcutter had stopped to hear was a voice of disbelief.
　All the woodcutters here, including Fectz, felt the same way.
　I don't want to admit it. I didn't want to admit it, but I knew that adventurers were still stronger than us.
　But... still, the sight spreading before us at this moment is astonishing.
　The Trents couldn't defeat themselves, and they had no choice but to prolong their lives.
　What Ray, Vichela and Seto and one of them were doing in the face of such monsters was a real travesty.
　Ray's death-size blow cuts Trent easily, and his twilight spear penetrates Trent's body.
　Vichela's blow, seemingly ineffective, actually bursts Trent's trunk from within the next moment.
　Even in Seto, even though it's a big wave of forefeet, it just blows Trent away as if he were joking.
　It was only natural to wonder if they were really threatened monsters right in front of course.
　And ultimately, in just a few minutes, the Fectu's life-threatening situation disappears.
　No one, including Fectus, can speak, looking at the overwhelming difference in power that seems to be nothing but a joke.
　A sense of relief that we had no choice but to die, jealousy of the power to kill monsters in an instant that we couldn't do anything about, and humiliation that we could do without adventurous after all.
　I don't know what to say because of all sorts of emotions.
　They were, but Ray turned to Trent as if he had no interest in them at a glance.

"Oh!? Hey! Didn't you come to help us?"

　Ray's attitude gives him a stronger antipathy to adventurers than the feeling of being helped in the feasts, and he screams almost reflexively.
　Words out of pure antipathy, not the idea that they are here to help themselves.
　One of the things that fueled antipathy was Ray's appearance, though not strong, compared to his muscular self as a woodcutter.
　Of course, I have seen people using weapons in one hand, such as death size and twilight spears, which would normally be used in both hands, but appearance is probably a big factor in judging the opponent.

"...what? There's no magic stone?"

　As if he hadn't heard that fake cry, Ray explored and muttered the inside of Trent, who was cut up and down in death size.
　As you say, monsters don't have the magic stones they should have.
　As long as I was a monster, I thought there must be a magical stone, so I was very disappointed in the words.
　One of the reasons we received the request to rescue the Fectus was to obtain the monster's magical stones as a matter of course.
　In particular, Trent had a feeling that Ray... could acquire some new skill, given that Death Size was a magical stone that hadn't yet absorbed.
　That would be Ray's biggest miscalculation that he could not actually get such a magical stone.

"Don't you have any magical stones? ...not only that you can't find them?"
"You know, in Trent, where the magical stones are located, too." -- what's going on?""Gururu..."

　Seto chants at Ray's words.
　Realizing that it is a song mixed with doubts about monsters, Ray turns to Trent again.

"Vihela, have you ever fought against Trent?"
"There were a few dungeons before," ...but what's the matter?"

　She has known Ray and Seto for a long time, but unlike Ray, she can't fully understand the meaning of Seto's cry.
　It would be similar to Ray's inability to fully understand Bune's will.

"As far as I can hear Sett's cry, I think he has some discomfort."
"... a sense of discomfort?"

　Hearing that it was uncomfortable, Vihela leaned her head slightly.
　Vihela, as I said, has fought against Trent before.
　However, there was no particular discomfort in the fight against Trent.

"I don't think so..."
"Hey!"

　They probably couldn't stand being left alone to talk.
　Fectus grabbed Ray by the shoulder and tried to shout something...

"Shut up, incompetent."

　A word out of Ray's mouth leaves him speechless.
　If this had been said by someone ordinary, he would have immediately replied, partly because of his natural strength.
　But what Ray looked at was a look of stupidity and contempt.
　Ordinary people like Fectu can't resist it because it was beaten with a hint of anger.

"What!"

　In the end, I can't say anything more and just take a few steps back.
　When he saw Fectu, another woodcutter tried to say something, but... interrupted him, and Ray resumed his mouth.

"In the first place, this disturbance would not have happened unless you were imitating yourself going out of town in the evening. To be honest, I can't understand what I thought of doing this. However, it was for this reason that all the woodcutters and their families, except you, asked the guild urgently. Do you understand what it means?"

　Ray's words give the Fectus a mixture of dissatisfaction and doubt.
　I really didn't understand what Ray was saying.
　You must have figured it out. Ray opens his mouth with a strong expression of amazement.

"Well, even though I look like this, I'm a Rank B adventurer... a so-called high-rank adventurer." What's more, he's notorious. You're asking me to do that, and I don't think it's the same as you're asking me to do for adventurers?"

　Apart from the Trent Forest this time, there are many adventurers that woodcutters usually ask to be escorted, such as Rank D.
　Of course the guards are not cheap, but it's still not comparable to Ray's... and the commission for a high-ranking party like Red Lotus Wings.
　However, since this request was really sudden, I haven't told you how much I'm going to pay for it yet.
　Still, there's no doubt that the commission will be incomparable to a low-ranking adventurer.
　Features turn pale, perhaps finally realizing it.
　It's only natural that I came to the forest of Trent at night because I had an antipathy to the adventurers and wanted to make more money.
　It turned out to be the opposite of what they had expected.
　It was enough for us to regret our folly.