The bandits, who began their activities around Subursta about a year ago, identified themselves as pure white.
　It was a name that seemed to be on the side of justice, but contrary to such a name, pure white behavior is atrocious.
　The main reason is that if we attack a merchant force, we capture them as few people as possible, but not for humanitarian reasons... but for the sake of having someone to cry out for their own comfort.
　The captives are made to regret that all of them were born.
　Like forcing him to drink boiling water, throwing a dagger, peeling off his nails, gouging his eyes, pulling out his teeth...
　If the act is a form of torture to obtain any information, it will be easier for the tortured to release the information.
　But... pure white men do it for their own pleasure.
　Fortunately, the bandits belonging to the pure white were nothing but atrocious tastes... ...and had no s*xual taste for harming women.
　However, if you were still asked if you were really lucky, everyone would say no.
　They are not s*xually violent, but physically violent.
　That's because I want to hear screams and cries.
　Even today, pure white men were enjoying the screams of a woman who was the only surviving woman to kill time, throwing stones, daggers, tree branches, and so on around her when fixed to the trunk of a tree trunk.
　But perhaps because the screams were so pleasant to the ears, the woman died from being too enthusiastic... and when we were talking about attacking another prey, the voice echoes around us.

"Gul-l-r-r-r-r-r-r!"

　That was the beginning of a nightmare for the pure white.
　At first I thought it was some kind of monster flying through the sky.
　If that were all the case, I honestly wouldn't have had to worry that much.
　In fact, this place, which is now based on pure white people, was covered up firmly by surrounding trees and had great confidence that there was no need to worry about being discovered.
　One of the main reasons was that the art of concealing what has been known as a vicious band of thieves has not been discovered by adventurers or guards at all.
　But even though the human eye had been misled, Set's... could not be misled.
　The moment the cry echoed around, a real nightmare appeared.

"You're not worth selling off as slaves. Fortunately, your base seems to be here, and you don't need to get any information. so... death."

　The man who suddenly appears and kills a thief throws a spear out of nowhere with only his physical strength.
　The spear, released as if cutting through the air itself, flew at such a speed that it could not be thought to be a spear... that it was shot from a bow, and with a few bandits he penetrated through the trunk of a tree growing near him stopped its movement.

"Well... now! He threw a spear, and now he has nothing but that scythe! All at once! Show us the power of pure white!"

　One of the robbers screams in agitation.
　If you hadn't been upset, the attacker would have known who it was because he had a scythe.
　There are many adventurers, but there are quite a few who use scythe as weapons.
　Furthermore, if he had handled spears as well as scythe, he could not have known who they were.
　And trying to fight without knowing who the opponent is is nothing but a fatal mistake.
　If the people here had been able to sense Ray's identity, they would have been the first to escape, instead of pretending to fight here.
　That's why I shouldn't worry about my companions, and I might as well disappear into the woods as I could to save myself.
　But, as it was a surprise attack, the pure white men could not immediately recognize Ray as Ray, who was nicknamed crimson and feared by the thieves as a thief eaters.
　They were always the ones who took it unawares, and they probably didn't expect it.
　The confidence that this base was well disguised to conceal itself had also caught such pure white robbers off guard.
　These thieves are, to Ray, enemies... not even targets.
　Facing that target, Ray cuts his life off easily.
　When Ray's death size swings, his hands, legs, body, and neck are cut off without any means of doing anything by a few bandits.
　Some have followed suit with a high level of crisis-sensing capabilities that the death penalty is certain to be imposed if they are found to be outsiders.
　This band of thieves is strictly an outsider group, and very few have a sense of camaraderie.
　Such men were the first to run away.

"Gururururling!

　Seto's forefoot blow from the sky easily shatter the thief's head and body.
　The impact breaks my bones when I bump into nearby trees.

"Uh... wow, wow!

　The thief screams when he sees the death of his comrades, more precisely, who have been killed so easily by Set.
　In conjunction with the earlier call of Seto, some of the bandits finally turned to Seto there.

`Gu... Gryphon, oh, oh, oh, oh!'

　What the word brought about was fatal.
　While he was already off guard, his comrades were killed one after another in a surprise attack by a vicious existence like Ray.
　In addition to that, the appearance of the Gryphon would have neither the ability nor the guts to reconstruct the bandits, who, after all, had met their calamitous tastes by attacking their weaker counterparts.
　And the most decisive thing was...

"Wait a minute. Gryphon? And the adventurer who attacked me took a scythe, and it was crimson, not robbers!"

　It was neither Ray nor... nor the robbers could tell who it was who shouted the decisive word.
　All you can see is that the appearance in front of them is fatal to the bandits.
　It's not the kind of person you can fight against, it's just like Ray's death, it's the kind of thing that brings you absolute death.

"Uh... wow,"Oops!"

　Realizing who Ray is, the immaculate white robbers fight to escape.
　That's how someone escaped with the hope that they could just escape without challenging Ray to fight.

"If you're going to run away, don't be a thief from the beginning!"

　The twilight spear, released with the cry of anger, pulls several fleeing robbers through their backs.
　Some robbers, penetrated by their backs, are still alive to the spear of twilight.
　Then Ray sees the tip of a twilight spear stuck in the trunk of a tree with his back pierced with several robbers, and for a moment he remembers Mozu's words: "Haye."
　Naturally, the thief is no longer alive, and when the spear in the twilight returns to Ray's possession, it falls from the trunk of the tree to the ground.

"Look, don't run away! They call themselves innocent pure whites. Show me a little more strength!"

　He thinks it is too good for you to use the spear of twilight, but Ray thrusts it into the trunk of a nearby tree, and takes it out of the mistling.
　It was used by Ray before he got his twilight spear, and the tip of the ear was missing or the handle was about to break.
　Ray throws the spear in his hand with a hand.
　Since there was no run-up and it wasn't throwing with all his might, his speed and power were far inferior to that of Ray's twilight spear.
　But even with a reasonably strong opponent, he has enough power to attack the helpless bandits who are now in front of Ray'
　Spears thrown one after another, cutting through the air, pierce the thieves as many as they can.
　A thief whose head was smashed to death is lucky because he died without pain.
　Some ended up being stabbed in the ribs, their thighs smashed, their arms smashed...
　Such people fall on impact and roll around the ground.
　Of course, soil sticks to the injured area, which is not suitable for treatment.For Ray, who has no intention of treating the thieves and is determined to just kill them all, there is nothing particularly disturbing about their situation.
　If you look at him coldly, saying, "You can become a prey to monsters and animals," he will follow the person who luckily escaped from the scene.

(Well, I can't say I'm lucky.)

　Being able to escape from here doesn't mean that it really succeeded in escaping.
　No matter how much banditry you are used to moving through the woods, you can't get away from Ray... and from Ray's partner, Seto.

`Oh, my God!'

　In fact, screams echo through the woods.
　The branches of the trees blocking the summer sun, the shrieks of the sun falling through them.
　Facing such a scream, Ray recovers the twilight spear and puts it in a mistling along with Death Size before he begins to move on.
　Without walking for a few minutes, Ray's sharper sense of smell smelled iron rust.
　It goes without saying that it stinks of whose blood it's obvious whose blood it stinks of.
　In fact, Ray's eyes caught sight of a bandit who was quickly losing both legs and rolling on the ground in pain.
　A short distance away, two legs that appear to belong to a thief lie on the ground.
　a blow that was forcibly destroyed by force rather than by a sharp cut like Ray's death.
　It goes without saying to Ray who did it.

"Oh, my God! Don't come, don't come!"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me!""Mom, mom! Where are you?" I'm here, and don't ask me to help you!"

　Such shrieks are coming up all over the forest.

"... you offended Seto,"

　The Gryphon is feared, also known as the Death of the Sky.
　However, as you can see by holding a lion's lower body, it is not that he is not only bad at flying but also bad at running on the ground.
　What's more, this is in the woods. For monsters and wild beasts, it's a great place to call home ground.
　What happens if you try to offend Seto in such a place? -- a scream now echoing through the woods.
　What made Seto angry... it was clear.
　Leaving the rest of the thieves to Seto, Ray walks back to where Ray just landed.
　There is a woman's corpse, naked, with her hands pierced by dagger and sewn to the trunk of a tree.
　It was obvious at a glance that the woman was no longer alive.
　In the first place, if I were alive, I would never have been able to be so quiet with so many daggers stuck in my body, and above all... I don't think I would be able to live with the daggers buried in my forehead.
　I recognized a woman as a woman because she was naked.
　Otherwise, I wouldn't have recognized her presence as a woman with scars all over her face, including her forehead.

"...I should have made him suffer a little more, and then killed him.

　Ray mutters abhorrently, remembering the bandits he had just pierced with his spear.
　While doing so, when the cloth is taken out of the mistling, the dagger is pulled out of the palm and lowered onto the cloth, and the body is wrapped and stored in the mistling.
　You can't store living things, but you can store dead bodies.
　He muttered in his heart that he had relieved her of her sorrow for the time being... he went into the cave.