When the Rays first heard of the commotion, they suspected that adventurers were having some sort of commotion.
　With so many adventurers, it's natural to have someone who doesn't have the same personality.
　What's more, I'm participating in this request is that everything is above a certain level of ability... that is to say, there are many who are strong enough.
　After all, ability and character don't match.
　No, some agree, but very few of them do.
　It is natural to think that because of our ability, we become stronger, and therefore we don't like each other's existence, so we can get into a fight.
　But... it was Seto who first realized it wasn't the kind of fight Ray had in mind.
　I couldn't take out the magic tent where there were so many people... well, if something happened, I would miss a step, but I was sitting directly on the ground, just like the other adventurers.
　...and yet, of course, they differ from the other adventurers. 　
　Yes, the magic stove that is now near the Rey's is the very best.
　a furnace built by Ray's alchemist Azimov
　Of course, as far as the alchemist has made it, it's not just a furnace, it's a magic item powered by magic.
　In the oven Ray took out some of the meat he had put in the misty ring, seasoned it appropriately and tossed it away.
　It is cooked differently than directly over a direct fire, and there is a smell of meat burning around it.
　Bune and... Sett waited happily for the meat to cook beside the stove.
　The set turned his gaze toward the forest from the sudden sight of the furnace.

"Grull".
"Set?"

　The first thing I noticed was Vichela, who was looking at Bune's appearance dumbfounded.
　Vichela was asking Seth, but he never answered her question, and he kept his eyes fixed... toward the forest of Trent.
　No, if anything, it might be better to describe it as staring.
　Of course, if Seto is like that, Ray will not notice, so he stops talking with Marina about the forest of Trent and follows Seto's gaze.

"It's not just a fight, apparently.
"Well, when it comes to the trouble that happened at this hour... I don't think I need to think about it."

　In Ray's words, Marina picks up the bow and arrow barrel she had near her.
　Vichela didn't prepare anything particularly, as did Ray and Sett, as she left the insteps on.
　Bune also checks to see if he has changed his mind or if there is a sheath containing white clouds.

"Wait a minute."

　Just before leaving, Ray takes the meat out of the oven and puts it in a mistling.

"When this dispute is over, let's eat again."

　Marina and Vihela look at Ray's words somewhat dumbfoundedly loving.
　and Bune was the only one nodding to Ray, expressing no expressionless.
　By that time, the other adventurers around them were aware of the noise of the disturbance.
　At first I thought it was just a fight, but as time goes by, it's not a fight, it's not a fight, it's nothing... on the contrary, as soon as I find out that it's actually a fight against monsters coming out of the forest of Trent, I go to reinforcements.

"Anyway, given the size of the forest in Trent, I don't know how many monsters are coming out. Our strength is limited, so don't try to use up all your strength at once."

　Marina, Vihela and Bune nod to Ray's words.
　Ray and Sett, who are semi-infinite physically challenged, can go on a rampage all night, but there's absolutely no problem with a monster the size of Trent who fought last night.
　However, such imitations can only be made because they are outside the Ray and Sett standards.

(No, Vichela would be eager to forget the time if it was a battle against a strong enemy.)

　Vichela, who seemed boring in her fight against Trent, now has a smile on her face.
　There is no doubt that the reason for this is to see a much larger hollyhock than a tree growing in the forest of Trent, which can be seen from where they are now.
　At any rate, there is a good chance that Vihela will be too focused on fighting to the limit.
　It goes without saying that Marina, who is essentially the rearguard, lacks the physical strength of a small Bune.
　Although Bune has gained a lot of strength from his winter training.
　Still, Ray is no match for me.
　Everyone nods to Ray's words, telling him not to be too nervous, and runs straight to the direction he thinks the battle is going on.
　Although the expedition team had taken up a fairly large position, it still took them less than a few seconds to reach the scene.
　So when he sees the battle, Ray ploughs into the battlefield, hoping to do something about the attackers.
　Already in his hand he had a death-size spear in his right hand and a twilight spear in his left hand, as usual.
　And while the adventurer tells him to be careful not to waste his strength like Ray, the coward walks right by the adventurer screaming to stay back and flashes Trent behind him in death-size.
　Slanted off, Trent's upper body crumbles to the ground.
　Looking at it, Ray opens his mouth at the adventurer, whom the coward was screaming.

"I don't think it's wrong to preserve strength rather than a short battle, given the unnatural nature of the forest.
"What!? ... Ray?"

　Of course this man knew Ray, since he was an adventurer of Gillum.
　Still, when I see the strength up close like this, I'm still surprised.
　He has a strong personality and, as he takes part in this request, his ability.
　But from such a man's point of view, Ray's strength was unbelievable.
　a sharp and powerful attack in which even Trent cuts off the trunk with a single stroke at the speed of slipping right beside him.
　If the blow he delivered with all his might had been so, the man would still have been convinced.
　But in the eyes of the man, Ray still seemed to have considerable leeway.

(This is... a high-ranked adventurer, and a notorious one...)

　The dumbfounded man is left alone, and Ray yells loudly at the fighters.

"This monster doesn't have a magical stone, so it might not be exactly a monster! I don't know if the material will be bought in the guild! So don't worry about your achievements, just work together!"

　In fact, Trent's corpse, which Ray handed over to him, is said to lack the most important magic stone in the monster's material, but it is not as good as Trent's cane and other materials.
　I could use it enough as a building material...
　After hearing Ray's words, some adventurers join forces to fight Trent.
　If the material is not profitable, have you decided that it is useless enough to exhaust your physical strength, or are you expecting it to be a long time away?
　At any rate, the arrival of Ray and other Red Lotus wings quells some confusion and the adventurers begin to fight together.

"Those who can use the bow, gather here!"

　Marina's voice attracts those armed with bows.
　Marina accepted that some of them were using pachinko as weapons.
　Anyway, it was necessary to gather and concentrate on the operation of those who had the means to attack long-range attack.
　We concentrate our support on adventurers who are fighting against us, adventurers who are trying to take us by surprise, etc.
　But as long as the opponent is Trent, the bow is not such an effective weapon.
　Of course it's not meaningless at all, but it's just a check-and-balance.
　Maybe Marina knew this, but she would attack with spirit magic without using a bow.
　Marina's particular focus is on ivy.
　ivy that comes close to you with snake‐like movements crawls on the ground, making it difficult to find.
　The maidens of the wind, created by the magic of the spirit of the wind, attack one after another.
　Some adventurers could not help but be fascinated by beautiful maidens, who had never seen the appearance of the maidens and the magic of spirits.
　Bune then concentrates on keeping Trent in check, not expecting his attack to defeat him.
　A weapon made from the tusks of a silver lion, called a white cloud, can be easily cut even by Trent.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　Instead, it was easy to cut off a branch of Trent.
　Also, ivy monsters can be cut off more easily than Trent.
　But the seeds that occasionally fell overhead were very troubling to Bune.
　Some seeds are about the size of Bune's fist, some the size of Bune's head.
　It was necessary to concentrate on avoiding them, as they fell distractedly over our heads.

"Wow, oh, oh, "Oh, my God!"

　Suddenly, people around me scream.
　The adventurers around him looked at the screaming figure, where the adventurer, who had failed to avoid a species attack, was receiving a species blow in the arm.
　... well, that would be all right, but it would be a different story if the seeds were creeping into the body and growing roots out of it.
　The roots that spread as you look at them can be seen through the skin.
　As the pulsating root spread halfway through his body... suddenly the adventurer stopped screaming as if he had fainted."Oh, hey...?"

　It must have been because the situation was so terrible.
　A nearby adventurer gently calls out after blowing Trent off with a hammer.
　But the man showed no sign of reacting to the voices of his companions...The next moment, all of a sudden, the eyes, nose, mouth, ears... or even the skin is torn apart and branches grow rapidly.
　It's a branch.
　That's what branches grow from all over Trent... no, they grow.
　Within ten seconds the man who touched the seeds turned into a silent tree.
　The only remnant of the tree that seems to have been a man would be the wreckage of clothes and broken armour that were torn as branches sprouted from all over the body.

"Oh, what's this! Hey, seeds falling from above are dangerous! Don't touch those seeds!"

　The man screams when he sees his companions turned into trees.
　They are adventurers who have the strength to accept this request. If a species is known to be dangerous, it is not difficult to avoid it.
　And if we can't avoid it, we can just use weapons and shields to repel the seeds.
　But it's easy for adventurers to do, but difficult for researchers who don't usually move.
　If you are a researcher who does some fieldwork and moves your body, you can still manage to deal with it.
　That's why adventurers who accompanied the researchers need to play the seeds that descend on them.

"d*mn it! ...that's the end of it said.

　The adventurer, who uses his shield to force a seed the size of a child's head, screams impatiently with his arms numb.
　I knew there was a danger as long as it was a request for a rank limit.
　I've also heard in advance that Trent and other monsters will attack me at night.
　Still, it was unexpected that this would happen. What's more...

"Is it this sort of work, by any chance, that the forest of Trent extends?"
"No, but very few people should have come to this forest of Trent. How could the forest spread so much?"
"No. Look, there's a tree growing from where the seeds fell. I don't think it takes people to sprout the seeds."

　While adventurers are struggling, researchers are gazing at the forest of Trent to discuss their opinions.
　Of course, the researchers came to the forest of Trent with that in mind, so they are just serious about their work.
　Still... it couldn't have been interesting for adventurers who were struggling and playing the seeds that were falling.