Lei walks out of the building to where Lazaria is hiding with her approaching Seto.

"Now that you mention it, the enemy never came this time. Were you free?"
"Glu".

　To Ray's question, Seto answers with a croak.
　As Ray said, only the enemy Ray attacked as he approached the building, and there were no other black clothing.
　When Ray attacked the Blue Spear hideout, the Blue Spear members who were outside came to the hideout while he was rampaging in the building, and as a result they were overthrown by Seto...Fortunately or unfortunately, it seems that nothing like that happened this time.

"Well, for Ninash's sake, it was lucky that the black phantom blacks could not have been killed or injured any more."

　When Ray muttered that, he remembered that the guards and knights had captured many blacks.
　What happens to the black robes that were captured when the Ninash and others retreat from the guillem?
　Generally speaking, it's almost impossible to help the black outfits caught.
　No, or maybe a few people could help, but it would be almost impossible to help everyone.
　What would happen if that happened?
　Such a question comes up in Ray, but it doesn't matter to him what happens to the black outfits.
　I will decide so, and leave it up to Ninash to decide on those who are caught.
　However, if we were to help the captured black costumes, there is no doubt that the black visions would be much more damaged than they are now.
　That would make it more difficult to get out of Gillum.

(The chances are that he should abandon it, but I don't think he will abandon it so easily, if you think about it, I don't think so.)

　Ray had doubts, but soon decided not to worry about the matter.
　After all, it's Ninash to think about how things work as they are, and Ray doesn't have to get involved in it.

"Are you done, Ray?"

　When Lazaria comes up to the hiding place, she asks.
　The expression on his face is surprising.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　However, it is almost impossible to describe Ray and Sett as normal.

"Oh, but I didn't kill everyone. The black phantom of Ninash surrendered, and the negotiations came to some extent."

　Tells Lazaria so, Ray explains the situation.
　...and it was never Ray's imagination that Lazaria's gaze was filled with ridiculous colors.

"Well, I don't really understand, but if it's Ray's way, I think it's all right."

　Lazaria tells him to mislead him, but Ray doesn't pursue anything more because he understands what Lazaria means.

(For the time being, black visions destroy the organization...but they succeeded in getting rid of Gillum, so it's no problem, though once they've withdrawn, they don't necessarily mean they'll never come back to Gillum.)

　Ninash couldn't run the organization well.
　Then let's leave it to someone else who is more capable and set up a branch in Guillum.
　It's no surprise that Ninash's boss thinks so.
　If Gilm were such a tasteless place, he wouldn't send them again.
　But Gilm is the only frontier in the kingdom of Milliana, and it has a variety of flavors.
　What's more, we're trying to expand from town to city.
　At any rate, Ray doesn't particularly care if the black phantom reaches out to Gilm again, unless it's a little too much for him.
　That's really what the underworld organizations want us to do well.

"Anyway, it wasn't this organization that gave me and Sett a sense of strangeness for the name of the black phantom. Then it would be another organization... would it be close to the next organization's hideout?"
"Well, yes. I think it's closer than we've moved from the blue spear hideout to here."
"Well, then, I'll go on and ask you to show me around. ... I don't think we'll have much more to do, so maybe we should hurry up a little."

　Ray wanted to wipe out any organization that would interfere with him today.
　But at night it will be time for the real power of the organization behind the scenes.
　また、レイも組織を潰す以外にも色々とやるべきことがある.
　生誕の塔の護衛だったり、ウィスプの研究をしているアナスタシア達を迎えに行ったり、樵達が伐採した木を回収したり……といった具合に.
　また、明日以降になれば当然のように組織も防御を固めるだろう.
　今も青の槍と黒き幻影が襲われたという情報は入っているだろうが、その防御は必ずしも万全ではない.
　だが、そこに一晩という時間が入ってくると、その防御を存分に固めることが出来る.

「分かりました. では、行きましょう. 僕も、出来るだけ早くそういう組織がなくなった方が嬉しいですし」

　そう告げる様子からは、レイに向かってお世辞を言ってる訳でもなく、本当にそのように思っている様子が窺えた.
　自分も黒犬という裏の組織に所属しているのに、そこまで強く新興の組織を嫌っているのはレイにとっても多少の疑問ではある.
　とはいえ、敵対している組織を潰すのは、レイにとっても問題はない.

「頼む」

　短く一言を告げると、ラザリアは次の組織のアジトに向かって歩き出す.
　当然のように、今回も大きな道を進むのではなく、細い道を進む.
　今回の一件は、敵に見つからないようにして移動する必要があった.

「それで、次はどんな組織だ？」
「風の牙という組織で、暗殺者を多く抱え込んでいる組織です」
"...the blue spear and the black vision had assassins, didn't they?"
"Well, but the Fangs of the Wind were originally organized mainly to send assassins, so naturally there are a lot of assassins."
"What a troubling organization again,"

　Power means a lot to the organization behind it.
　In that sense, it was only natural that an organization that mainly used to assassinate had a strong influence.
　But it was also true that Ray wanted to refrain from fighting it, even though it was only natural.
　But if you're going to compromise with an organization that's aiming for you, of course the answer isn't.

"All right, shall we go anyway? ... Given the time, is it best to destroy the organization and one or two more?"
"It's not usually easy to destroy an organization."

　With a little stupidity, Lazaria shows Ray around.
　Ray, returning appropriate words to Lazaria, went down the narrow road with Seto, who had grown smaller by resizing...

"There,"

　Eventually, Lazaria stops and shows a building.
　The building looks smaller in size than a black phantom-based building.
　But it wasn't Ray's bodyguards around the building that caught Ray's eye, but those who seemed to be sitting helplessly near the building.
　At first glance, he looks like a man who doesn't have the energy to live in the slums.
　But if you look at it, you'll notice that they're obviously not just ordinary people.
　I don't think the way I move my body, the way I look at my eyes, or the atmosphere itself, is the same as those around me.
　Or if there was only one such person, he might have been convinced that he was a former adventurer.
　However, if nearly ten people were like that, there was only a sense of strangling.
　And if such people were to be found in the hideout of the back organization that mainly assassinated them, it would be unnecessary to think about what kind of role they played.
　There is a bodyguard by the side of the building, but it is just a bluff, to distract attention from the original bodyguard.
　... Ray decides so, and turns his eyes to Lazaria.

"This organization seems to be a little different. You've got a lot of talent, so you've got to hide better than ever before."
"Yes,"

　She must have seen a serious look on Ray's face. Lazaria nods with a serious look, too.
　After seeing Lazaria leave, Ray then turns to Seto."Seto, I'll call out to that watchman first, and he'll probably attack the assassins around him, so you'll attack him from behind while I'm fighting them."
"Guru..."

　Instead of chanting cheerfully "OK!" as usual, Seto chanting a little worried about Ray.
　I fully trust Ray's ability, but I still wondered if it would be okay to make him look like a good assassin.

"Well, it's funny, though, I've heard that there are skilled assassins in the wind, but it didn't feel like there were so many skilled assassins that Mr. Ray and his colleagues could be wary of."

　Lazaria, who was listening to Ray and Sett, mutters, but decides that there is nothing she can do about it, and calls out to Lazaria.

"That means they were good at manipulating wind tusks, or they might have gathered forces urgently when they found out that an emerging organization was being attacked."

　An organization centered on assassination could hide capable people.
　Or did they send you from somewhere?
　Basically, an emerging organization has no friendly relationship with other organizations, but if it is an organization that is not interested in business, it is not impossible to have its forces dispatched by accumulating money.
　It was Ray's prediction that he had gathered his forces by such means.

"Really? Well, but..."

　Ray's words make Lazaria look unconvinced.
　However, since it is true that there is no other explanation available, nothing can be refuted in this situation.

"Well, I'll be back. Keep a tight lid. ... Don't ask for Set, either."

　Tell him so, Ray walks into the wind-tusked building.
　Those who guarded the building still seem not to have been informed so much, and look at Ray approaching them with a sad smile.
　I didn't know Ray was Ray... I guess that's what he thought a naive man was approaching.

"Hey, what's the point? Do you know where we are? ... Oops, there's no point in trying to escape. You're smashed by tusks, wind tusks become tusks!"

　As he says so, the man throws his dagger at Ray.
　Even if it rots, the thrown dagger flies toward Ray's right shoulder at reasonable speed.
　But Ray picks up the dagger that comes at him easily with his right hand.
　Picking them up, he turns his attention to the assassins around the hideout... and senses that about ten men and women around him are starting to move.

"Well..."

　The man who threw the dagger must have been quite confident in his skill.
　Ray's quick pick at the dagger he threw opens his eyes wide.
　He doesn't care, but Ray thinks whether to throw a dagger in his hand... and uses it as a weapon against the attacker from behind.
　Up until just a few seconds ago, people seemed to live in the slums, but the approaching footsteps were quick.
　It showed how much skill they had around them.
　and at last I noticed that one of the men who was guarding the fangs of the wind was approaching."

(Amazed?)

　Ray wonders when he finds the expression astounding.
　But the footsteps of those who are approaching from behind have come a long way...there is no time to resolve that question.
　Determined that a large number of people will attack him at once, Ray tries to strike a dagger at him at the right time... and realizes that those who are approaching him are not sending a single murderous attack at him.
　Of course, a highly skilled assassin can kill his opponent without any murder, and Ray is now unable to feel his murder well due to his sense of strangeness.
　But still... yes, I still have some doubts about the present situation... the next moment the people who come up to me wield their daggers all at once.
　Not to Ray, but to the men who were protecting the wind's tusks.

"...what?"

　Ray's mouth was filled with surprises at the unexpected developments.