a spear that flew straight at one's torso
　If it is a spear thrown by an adventurer or soldier around there, it will not be difficult for a woman to avoid it, and in some cases, it can be done by wrapping the whip around the handle of the spear and throwing it back at the other person.
　However, it's just a case of spears thrown by an ordinary opponent, and Ray threw them, and even that spear is a first-class magic item called a twilight spear.
　When a woman decides that she cannot cope with such an attack with her skills and weapons, she concentrates on avoiding the interceptions and spears... but she is still a little slow.
　A spear that rips a woman's side with all its sensational costumes.
　...but it was probably because of the woman's quick judgment and the instant movement of her body that the skin was torn, the flesh was torn, and the internal organs were not spilt off.
　Nevertheless, the fatal wound has only been turned into a serious one.

"Ugh..."

　While holding back the blood overflowing from her side, the woman still leaps backward and keeps a distance from Ray.
　While looking at the woman, Ray uses the power of a twilight spear to get it back.
　I will return it, but there is no sign of pursuing it.
　Now, if you throw the spear of twilight again, it will undoubtedly cause a lot of damage to women.
　There is no doubt, but the reason why they didn't pursue... is because they thought that a new enemy would reappear at this time.
　But... unexpectedly, if a woman who uses a whip is seriously wounded, no new enemy will appear.

(Why? I don't think these are all clowns.)

　After Ray came to this building, he only knocked down five people in total: the first man he met, the woman who threw the metal ball, the man who attacked him on the swing, the man who threw the dagger, and the woman who held the whip.
　There is no doubt that everyone had the right skills, but it was still questionable for Ray that there were no other people.
　In any case, Ray holds a twilight spear at the woman with the whip, saying, "If no more enemies will attack me.
　A long-range attack was necessary to defeat the woman with the whip, as long as she would smell the sweet smell again.
　The woman on the whip was hanging a portion from nowhere over the wound, but it didn't work.
　Ray smiles inwardly when he sees it.
　The effect of the twilight spear as a magic item has the ability to return freely to yourself.
　However, it also had the effect of preventing the treatment of the other person's injury.
　The latter, however, is only a bonus, and can be easily invalidated with a certain or higher quality portion or high recovery magic.
　Still, the fact that the wound on the side of the woman's whip has not recovered means that the quality of the portion used was not so high.

"Are you the last one?"

　No matter how long you wait, there is no sign of a new clown coming out.
　That's why Ray asks with the thought that it's probably not true, but the woman on the whip smiles and opens her mouth while enduring the pain.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe I'm really the last one, maybe not. Or maybe someone is still aiming at Ray."
"...if you're really still there, I think you'd better come out at once."

　As she says so, Ray moves on to the whipped woman who has distanced herself.
　The woman notices it and wields the whip, enduring the pain in her side.
　The speed of the whip swung was something that no soldier or adventurer in the area could cope with.
　But... it still drops a few steps compared to the sharpness it was when it first saw it.

(The smell is...no)

　Ray gradually approaches and smells, but fortunately, there is no sweet smell anymore.
　I wonder why the smell was produced, but now it's better to kill a woman before it's used again.
　Cut the whiplash being wielded by flashing death size.
　Ray could cope with even the first blow of the whip over the speed of sound.
　So it's not that hard to deal with an attack that's slower than the first.

"Ah... come on!"

　But women don't give up so easily either.
　When you feel the tip of the whip cut, pull out the handle of the whip.

"Well, it's not a training whip, it's a training whip."

　The handle of the whip the woman had drawn was fitted with a dagger.
　A woman who points the dagger at Ray and is ready to deliver a blow.
　However, it is not difficult to deal with it in the current situation where the sides have been cut apart, let alone in perfect condition.

"Here we go."

　Mutter and close the gap with the woman again.
　Until a while ago, women with lashes were superior in terms of time for weapons.
　However, if the whip becomes a dagger, Ray with a death-size and twilight spear is overwhelmingly superior.
　with a whim
　Ray, who deliberately delivers a moderate blow.
　It is a blow that the handle of the death size hits the woman.
　The woman tries to avoid the attack, but her abdominal pain causes her to slow down... and her death size causes her to blow away.

"Laugh!"

　A dull scream comes from the woman's mouth when she is knocked against the wall.
　Ray hits the wall, heads to the woman who fell to the floor, and approaches her.

"Well, if you don't want to die, why don't you tell me a lot about it? ... First of all, the biggest question is how strange I feel. I think clowns are making a difference. ... What do you think?"
"Well, what do you think?"

　The woman replies so, holding back the beaten stomach.
　There is no physical strength left to fight back, and it seems to be troublesome to move your body.
　Nevertheless, there is no sign of giving in to Ray.

"If you don't say anything, you'll get hurt a little more. Is that okay? If possible, I'd like you to speak up before you do that."
"Hmm...Hmm... Do you think I'll be honest with you? Try it if you can. No matter how much you hurt me, there's no point."

　Ray could have guessed that no one remained in this building in the sense of combatants.

(Then the question is... those other than the combatants.)

　Everyone who launched the attack after entering this building had the appropriate skill.
　Although Ray admits that, an organization cannot be operated solely by combatants.
　It is no different from an underworld organization that requires people like clerical experts.
　Of course, as long as they are behind-the-scenes organizations, it is not strange for the clerical staff to have certain combat skills.
　However, it is still constant, and Ray's prediction is that he does not have the skills that Ray has fought in this building.
　... No, that's not so much a prediction as a semi-convinction.
　Commonsensely speaking, it is common for a highly skilled person to need appropriate training.
　It's a different story if you're overwhelmingly talented, but if you're such a talented person, you'll be among the elite who's been sent to Ray as a fighter, not as an office worker.

"Well, this building doesn't have combat capabilities, but there are people who know a lot about it."

　The woman's face hardens at Ray's words.
　I guess he was right.
　However, it was definitely a failure to show it directly on his face.
　What Ray said was nothing but a prediction.
　I was going to see if the prediction was correct by looking at her, but she fell for it admirably.

"It seems to be a hit. Then the question is where in this building is..."
"Wait a minute. I didn't say anything. Why don't you decide for yourself?"

　The woman was gouged in the side, beaten with a death-size handle, and blown away, but desperately denies Ray's words.
　However, it was such behavior that led to the conclusion that even in Ray's eyes, he was right.

(You're a queen on the outside, but you're friendly to your servants because you're a queen? Well, I don't care about that.)In order to draw Ray's attention to herself, she tries to stand up, ignoring the pain in her stomach, but as soon as she stands up, she scoops up the woman's legs with a death-size ferrule and makes her fall to the floor.
　Then, he opens his mouth artificially so that it sounds like a woman.

"If you don't know where they are hiding, should you burn all the buildings?"

　The moment Ray muttered, the woman's body stiffens.
　It's as if it's petrified.

"If it were true, I would have liked magic items, but the discomfort after coming to Gilmoo is quite troublesome. I don't know if he's doing it or not, but if he burns all of this building up, he'll die of heat even if there's a hidden passageway underground."

　Tell me exactly what you were thinking about the hideout of the wind.
　But to a woman, that was probably a sign that Ray could really do it.
　scream half reflexively

"Stop it!"

　A woman who ignores pain and glares at Ray.
　...I'm wearing a queenly, revealing vintage, so I can see a lot of places that Ray shouldn't have seen, but he doesn't seem to care about that at all.
　However, Ray is also fighting, so he is not paying attention to it.

"Why do you need to stop? You tried to kill me. So you're prepared to be killed, aren't you?"

　Now that I'm here to kill you, you deserve to be killed.
　The woman can't reply to Ray, who tells her so.
　What Ray is actually saying is by no means wrong.
　The woman is convinced by the evidence for a moment.
　But... I still can't accept Ray's words here.

"Are you going to kill even non-combatants!?"

　That was the only thing a woman could say to Ray in the current situation...

"Yes, that's right. Whether it's a non-combatant or not, it's an organization that's hostile to me, and it' Isn't it natural to think it's better to crush it here?"
"Geez..."

　The woman is at a loss for words, but Ray continues without caring about her.

"Well, I'm going to burn this building, so you're almost done. Probably, there is something wrong with this building. I'll get charred with the members of the clown organization."
"Wait!"
"... Do I have to wait? As I said before, he came to kill me. As a matter of course, you must have been prepared to be attacked."
"That's...please, wait. Yes, surrender...
"I'm in trouble."

　When a woman surrenders to Ray, the moment she tries to say so, the voice echoes again.
　It was after I entered this building that I couldn't sense any signs, so I got used to it.
　But... the voice I heard is familiar to Ray.
　A man with a body like a balloon and clown-like makeup... Durb.
　He is a man of ability to fight Seto in his own way.
　The voice... semi-reflectively, Ray jumps back.

"Oh my!"

　As soon as Ray jumps back, Durb, who appears through the ceiling like a ghost, lands on the back of a woman who was talking to Ray until a few seconds ago.
　Contrary to his appearance, he is lightweight, but his weight is naturally appropriate for his body shape like a balloon.
　There was no way that a woman could avoid such an attack, who had been penetrated in the ribs and beaten in the torso with Ray's force... The dull sound of his feet crashing the woman's spine was heard firmly in Ray's ears.

"I didn't expect you to come out. Have you returned to this building since you escaped in the battle against Seto?"
"Well, what do you think?"

　It was Ray's provocative words, but Darb ignores Ray's words.
　However, Ray didn't know exactly what he looked like because his face was covered with clown-like makeup.

"Anyway... I'm glad you came out. You're going to die here."
"Oh, really? Maybe it's the other way around."

　Darb took a step toward Ray, giving off an air of delight.