You're not doing very well.
　Naotsugu muttered.
　I used the rags from my luggage to wipe off the dirt from the Armor of Silver Ridge's Oath, Armor of Silver Oath, and the Lion King's Shield and Gars of Lionheart. All of the equipment was already washed by the water spirit (Undine) shower called by the Summoner. The body fluids of monsters can damage equipment. Frequent washing after a battle is essential.

Not good at what?　Naotsugu-san.
　Next to him was Tetra, who was similarly bending deeply at the waist to wash a fancy walking stick.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. Demikus is a moody person and is always alone, while Rugius and Federico are also members of the Silver Sword, and have things to do such as communicate and coordinate with other groups. It seems that Shiroe has settled into the position of adviser or chief strategist for this full raid. I'm frequently called out by William.
　When that happens, it is inevitable that she will be with Naotsugu Hatetora more often than not.
"Could it be that no matter how much you wash it, the blood stain doesn't come off? Is it a curse?
You've got a lot of foul language for a guy who calls himself an idol.
'Charismatic people like me are very popular because they're natural. They're cute.
"Oh, yeah? Festival.
　The day's exploration is not yet over. It's now past noon and I'm preparing to take a break from exploring and eat. I'm taking care of my equipment, which of course means taking care of it, but half of it is because I'm not handy.
'I'm not talking about equipment, though.
Is that so? Did you start thinking about me?
Not likely.
　Naotsugu easily denies it.

　As far as whether or not he likes her, he doesn't dislike Tetra.
　I'm not sure if I like her or not, Naotsugu thinks she's one of my favorites.
　It's easy to talk to him, and he never gets tired. He's a good guy, especially when he's having a relaxed conversation like this. It's refreshing to have a playful conversation without using my brain at all. Naotsugu believes that being an idiot has a great healing effect. It's not a hobby for him, and he's not trying to get the attention of the public.
You are not in good spirits. Do you want to watch Panzumi?
I'm not looking.
Maybe I should have worn miniskirts instead of hot pants.
Get away from it.
No, he's more of a stickler.
　Kufufu, said Tetra, sticking to Naotsugu with his usual good smile, as if he were playing a trick on her. Naotsugu said, "Eee, get away from me, annoying," and pulled away. It's honestly annoying to be jostled around like this. It's a small, nimble and lithe tiger, and in no time at all Naotsugu is jumped into the pocket. They can't intercept it by force, so they are always on the back foot.
　Tetra knows Naotsugu's hesitation and comes on purpose to tease him. In other words, it is harassment. It's s*xual mischief. He himself knows he's cute, and that's bad enough.
It's usually that. It makes you happy to see your panties.
Oh, yeah?
　The words were released so naturally that Naotsugu couldn't return them well.
''Somehow I'm lucky!　It's your lucky day, isn't it?　When you are that of a cute little girl like me, it makes you work hard all day long, and gives God a high five!　It feels like, you know, something like that.
　It's not that he's trying to make fun of Naotsugu, but he can't help but agree with Tetra's honest words, even if on the surface. It really is true. Of course, it's not an attitude.
''You, though,''
I know that feeling better than anyone!　You are a natural born idol after all!　It's okay if you get excited.
　Seeing Tetra with a snorting, proud smile, I think he's a big shot. I'm sure it's a big deal," thinks Naotsugu. Aside from the other details, this "healing priest" (smug-faced healer) really smiles a lot.
　That's a great virtue. Naotsugu firmly believes that smiling is the greatest gift a girl can give to those around her.

　So when Tetra gets involved in him, he thinks of Marielle.
　It's a smile connection.
　The frequency of this is quite high. I'm not sure how many times I'll remember Marielle even when Tetra is not around.
　It's not that I'm looking for that soft, muffled feeling of oppression, but that's just the way it is.
　If it was the original Earth, it would have been easy in many ways. Naotsugu had succeeded in finding a job, and the timing was right for him to have a stable life. The period of time without her was long enough, so there were no obstacles. The life of an adventurer is fun and rewarding, but I think he is too unstable to think about such (...) things. Out of control. It's all about the feelings on Marielle's part. It's not a good idea to spend too much time on it," said Naotsugu, scratching his cheek.

I'm sure you'll be able to find it. It's not that kind of thing!
'Wow!　What are you yelling at me for?
　Tetra, who was about to re-approach Naotugu, was startled and slammed her little hips into the cold stone floor of the ruins. Naotsugu waved his hand to cover up and said, "Not so, not so. I'm sorry though," he helped her up by helping her up.
　Naotugu mumbled, "That's the kind of life we have, Matsuri," as if to disguise what he was thinking.
"Naotsugu-san, don't you look like your classmates saw you confessing to a beautiful teacher on a test in elementary school and found out?
What's with your weirdly specific point?
Heh-heh-heh. So, what's wrong with you?
　I'm not going to let you go," Tetra said, but as Naotsugu himself, it would be much more helpful if he pursued this. That's why I'm going to take advantage of the misunderstanding.
The fact is, I'm actually talking about Shiloh," he said with an even more difficult expression on his face.
　I'm sure you'll be proud of that. I'm not going to be the only one.　You're clever for asking a critical question! I guess that's about it. Tetra was incomprehensible and stupid, stretching his chest for no reason.

　By the way, Naotora couldn't just be comforted by Tetra.
　It's true that it's not a good idea, but I'm trying to figure out how to talk about it.
"Oh, it's time for dinner.
　Just then, Federico came up to me and held out a box of dishes, which appeared to be full of brown stew and asparagus. It seems to be full of brown stew and asparagus inside. Naotsugu, who had been thinking, was a little slow to notice, but Tetra said with a big smile, "Thank you, Federico! And he receives it right away.
　As expected of a person who calls himself an idol, Tetra's popularity is high. She was accepted and adored by the raiders in no time at all. There is even a hint of a fan base.
　The proof of this is that Federico has a smile on his bearded face and smiles, "It means it's okay. Looking at the way he handed them both over and left, he may be an easy person to get along with, despite his appearance. I'm sure he'll deliver it to Demikus and Rugius as well. The two members of the Silversword are willing to take on these kinds of chores. It's not a good idea to rely on previous reviews, Naotsugu thought.

Let's hurry up and eat. Let's eat quickly, Naotsugu. And I'll tell you what's going wrong.
Ah.
　Naotsugu replies to the question and looks for a good place to sit down.
　This is one of the countless small rooms in this zone, Abyssal Shaft. When I say "small room", that's just a word in comparison to the size of a dungeon, it's actually a space about 15 meters square, about the size of a small gymnasium cut into squares. The massive columns were carved, though not floridly, and the atmosphere was that of a religious establishment or palace, with a high, fishbowl-shaped roof that glowed with a pale light.
　There were countless rooms in this vicinity that resembled this space. Half a day into today's search, I've been licking such compartments and continuing to eliminate the monsters that appear.
　The two of them sat down on a granite pillar, which had crumbled and shattered in perfect harmony, as a bench.
''Itadakimasu!
All right, here we go.
　A surprisingly large piece of meat appears in the stew he receives. Naotsugu thought about it as he ate it. It's hard to explain. There is no doubt that Shiroe is at the center of the problem, but not being good at it is a sensory experience.
　A simple way to cut it out is that Shiroe seems to be in some kind of distress.

　However, Shiroe is a hard worker, always overwhelmed with work and carrying a lot of baggage on his shoulders. Perhaps that's why Shiroe always looks so troubled in the eyes of people other than Naotsugu.
　I don't think Naotsugu is like that.
　Despite his difficult face, Shiroe is amused by many things, and he can be quite lazy and riddled with problems. Often, he even sleeps at his desk in a fit of pique.
　But Shiroe, who always seems to be in trouble to the rest of us who aren't close to him, has a weakness that makes it hard for us to understand him even when he's really struggling. It's difficult for Shiroe, who usually grumbles and groans on a regular basis, but still manages to solve the problem in the end, to realize the limitations that she can't manage on her own. It's even harder to explain that to the people around him.
　Because even Naotsugu can't tell what kind of expression is a stern one, but a pose, and what kind of expression is a real crisis. Naotsugu understands. But that's something.
　Right now Shiroe is probably suffering much more than she appears.
　But even that is only inexplicable.
　I can't explain it.

"Shiroe is," Naotsugu begins slowly. "I'm in a bit of a pinch.
You mean, it is?
Oh.
Let's go get her.
　Asparagus skewered with a fork, Tetra decided easily.
　Don't be so easy to say, it's difficult," Naotsugu replied.
It's not just a black-heartedness, it's a blindness," said Naotsugu. Should I call for help or not?　I don't know if I should be doing this kind of work.　That's the kind of thing I'm mulling over.
I see. You have a very private soul.
There's no denying the fact that I'm a recluse.
We need an idol!
I think you're right on time.
So what brings you all the way out to the hole in the middle of nowhere?
　That's because we need money, Naotsugu was about to answer, and he realized that it wasn't an answer to anything. Shiroe doesn't have a hobby that makes him happy to look at money. Money is a tool to be used for something. It was the same with the Crescent Moon. Then the question arises, what is the purpose of using it this time, but come to think of it, Naotugu doesn't know the answer.
　During the Roundtable, it was to buy up the bank's zone. But getting the bank wasn't Shiroe's goal either. He just needed a weapon to get the Adventurers of Akiba to the bargaining table.
　What was he going to do with the money?　What are the intentions behind its use?　Come to think of it, Naotugu didn't ask Shiroe about it. Even if you don't know, you can trust your best friend Shiroe. But explaining it to a third party was a problem.
(No reason, no reason...)
　Naotsugu had been twisting his neck when a word like a revelation came down to him.
'Maybe, but it's to protect the house.
Home?
I'm not talking about the building. I'm talking about like a place to live.
You mean the guild?
'I wonder if it's not just the guild. I don't know.
　Naotsugu bites into a piece of bread soaked in stew and continues the conversation as he thinks of it.
We need food and a roof over our heads in order to live. And then there are the friends. We need a place where we can be with our friends, no matter what. I'm sure that in the original world, it would be family, and in this world, it would be relatives or guilds.
　Naotsugu has been watching Marielle and the Crescent Moon Alliance for the past six months.
　A place where everyone can feel safe. A place where they can wake up, work, have dinner, make noise together, and sleep well for the rest of the day.
　The importance of that, the warmth of it, and the gentle smiles that support it.
But, you know, those things need a place to belong, too.
What?
　Naotsugu continued to speak as if to convince Tetra that he didn't understand. It was a process of drawing from a place deep within himself what Naotugu didn't understand, even to himself.

'It's the house of the house, I mean, Akiba. You can't have just one guild in the middle of nowhere. Everything is interconnected. Even a guild needs a place to belong. Roles, fellow guilds, and so on. There is a place where all those things are connected, and I don't know how to explain it, but you have to take care of that.
　Perhaps it is.
　That's probably why Shiroe strained his voice in the midst of all the commotion surrounding the establishment of the Roundtable.
A city is like a big house. A city is like a big house. If the city isn't happy, its many houses (guilds) can't be happy. If the city is not happy, the houses (guilds) cannot be happy, and all the people living in those houses have to be happy. Shiroe is the kind of person who will take on a city or more for the sake of protecting his little home.
You live here?
　Naotsugu looked at Tora, worried about whether his explanation was properly conveyed, and found a different expression there than he had expected. It's the usual boastful, eagerness, and gentle, strong smile.
'It's important to protect your residence. It's the most important thing for us wolves. I'm sure you're an amazing person for expecting so much from Naotsugu-san. --Just as you said, he's even more than that. I don't know what we should do about our home (guild) too.
How's that Light Indigo thing not working out for you?　I know you don't hear about guilds, but have you seen a dramatic drop in membership due to the disaster?
''No, that's not true, though. And if you go along with what I just said, Light Indigo is neither a guild nor a home. It's more like a waiting area or a workplace.
What's that, idol training school?
　Naotsugu asked in confusion. But Tetra said, "Thank you for the feast! I put my hand on the square dishes and pecked Naotsugu's cheek with a smirk.
It's a training school for idols. They are the idols that protect everyone's place in their hearts. I knew it was the right thing to do!　My charismatic sensors were freaked out by this. Apart from the Light Indigo, I'm definitely going to stay with this raid to the end.
　Naotsugu can only say, "Oh, thanks," to Tetra's boastful smile, which I don't understand.


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Pinky-choo.
'Oh, dear, that was an ungirly sneeze.
I already had the itchy nose.
　At the warm dining room table, Marielle is licked by Henrietta, who looks around to see if there is a cold air coming from somewhere.
　She looked around to see if a cold air had come from somewhere, but the dining room of the Alliance of the Crescent Moon is peaceful.
　The dining room is spacious and has a high ceiling, hoping that the entire guild will be able to eat together. The Crescent Moon League is now a respectable mid-sized guild of more than forty people, so it's difficult to keep that number in check. Nevertheless, we've prepared two tables for sixteen, and if you scramble for chairs, you can fit them all in.
　When it's time to eat, this room is always in an uproar, but at this time of day, in the early evening, it's just Marielle, the guild master, and her confidant Henrietta. The air was relaxed and relaxed.

　Since the Great Disaster, life here in Akiba has been very eventful.
　There were many hardships, and there were also things that made me happy enough to want to dance. Through all of these events, the city seemed to be slowly coming back to its true self before and after the Liberation Festival. The smiles on their faces are not the same as those of the immediate aftermath of the formation of the Roundtable, but the expressions on their faces as if they were chewing on the happiness and abundance of the stability and security of their everyday lives began to walk the streets.
　Even though it was a colder winter than the original world, the streets of Akiba were still having a peaceful time.
　The same was true for Marielle.
　She had been tense as a guildmaster for about six months, but lately she had been made to feel at ease. She said to Henrietta, "You'll become a tense aunt if you look so difficult, won't you? That's what I was told. I'll never forget the moment he gave me that sermon, the guild families looked away from Marielle and gave me a small smile. I hadn't meant to do that myself, but I guess I was too nervous.
　Marielle let out a soft sigh as she had to reflect on it.
　Our preacher, Henrietta, seems to have become a little more comfortable these days.
　It seems that Asuka is helping her with the task of managing the treasurer's checkout. Since he is also involved in the practical work of the Round Table, he goes out more often, but he has enough time to spend a leisurely afternoon like this.
　The two old friends take a sip of cocoa from a thick mug as if to warm their palms.

''...?　...?
'Oh, Nanami?　What's going on?
　Henrietta ran her voice to a young girl who peeked out of the doorway and came running with a start. The little girl bypassed Henrietta in a small way, and her eyes scanned over the edge of the table as she looked out of the table from beside Marielle in a reserved manner, her eyes scurrying around.
　The girl, who had recently joined the guild, hadn't been in the guild very long and was still very shy.
　One of the reasons for this is Henrietta, who pretends to huff and puff and drink cocoa coolly, but Marielle doesn't miss the twitching of her lips.
　The day Nanami came to this guild, a frenzied Henrietta fumbled the girl like a large laundromat dryer, making her fall prey to a change of clothes that would be too much trouble to count from thirty onward. At last she began to cry, and her best friend, who was vehemently protested by Feiyan the Assassin, has since restrained himself from being a cat lover.
　But even if Henrietta was remorseful, it was probably a light horror story for Nanami. At times like this, her hips are a bit on the run.
'Are you coming to your knees?'
　Marielle put her arms around Nanami's waist and lifted her up onto her lap in a heap.
　For Nanami, who was still very young, that would finally give her a wide view of the table.
　The table, which was wide and long because it seated sixteen people, was filled with carving knives and other woodworking tools that Marie had been working on, as well as scraps of maple that were packed with eyes. In addition, Henrietta's rough estimate of income and expenditure estimates, cocoa for two people, and a cloth bag were spread out. It is Henrietta who puts the carving knife back into the bag and ensures its safety. These parts seem to flow and Marielle is always grateful for that.
　Marielle, who hugged Nanami's hips as she rolled her eyes in curiosity and squirmed, felt her cheeks naturally smile. She couldn't say what exactly was going on, but many things seemed very loving to her.
　The living room was warm and peaceful, lit by soft magical lighting. A large opening revealed part of the kitchen, where two cooks were inside working on dinner. If she listened carefully, she could hear the talk walking down the hallway, the greetings of her friends returning from outside, and the cheerful replies that greeted them.
　Nanami could smell freshly washed clothes. Perhaps Marielle was with her. It was like a family bond for Marier.

'Would you like a cup of cocoa?　Or are you looking for a flyswatter?
　Startled by Henrietta, who craned her neck and offered her a mug, Nanami looked up at her face, saw the cocoa, and then looked at Henrietta again. Marielle smiled at the little girl who turned to ask what she should do, "I'll take it," she said.
　The mug she received with her hand to keep it from spilling, was still too big for Nanami, and she could barely use both hands to drink it carefully.
!
　The sweetness of it must have been shocking.
　Nanami froze in place with a surprised expression.
　To the Adventurer, this girl was a mass of naivete, everything she saw was unusual and she was dying to know. The members of the Crescent Moon League were amused by this, and took a shine to her, letting her do all sorts of things. But as for Nanami herself, she was most fond of Hien, the first person she met. She was timid and squirming when Feiyan wasn't around, and her gaze was always searching for her trusty big brother.
(It would be nice if we could take things like that slowly and at ease.)
　Marielle thought about that as she made sure Nanami didn't slide off her lap.
　Nanami, who had been drinking heavily, suddenly froze.
　When she peeked in at the signs of trouble, the cocoa was down to just a sip left.
　She drank it all by herself, what to do, it was Henrietta's!　--The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that it's not a good idea to be able to have a good time.
It's not a problem. You don't have to worry about it, that's not why Umeko is upset.
I don't get mad at you for calling me Umeko.
　Marielle is exaggeratedly frightened by the chilling interruption. Nanami's frightened face is adorable as she alternately compares their expressions, and they both burst out laughing. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them. Ours (Mikatsuki) is a nice guild, and I'm proud of that.

--It's cold outside!
　In a cheerful voice with a content that doesn't sound like a greeting for coming home, Nanami straightens her back like a spring-loaded device and looks around.
'It's like a flyswatter. 'It's probably the front hall.'
　Nanami, oblivious to Henrietta's casual scoring intentions, nodded with an expression of gratitude and jumped off Marielle's lap with a twitch. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work for you.
''Enough!''
What's going on?
I'm a little jealous that Feiyan is so popular.
No, that's not true. Umeko has been terrorizing me with her horror stories, so...
"Marley-A.
　The two of them giggle at each other.
　It's a great pleasure to make fun of your best friend from the past.
It's a good thing that you're a good friend.
What?
　However, the reign was short-lived.
　The best friend who was supposed to have a heart-to-heart smile on his face, this time with a nasty grin on his face, is going to pursue him.
"Are you Naotsugu-sama, or was Naotsugu-sama rumored to have you?
How could I possibly know that?
　No matter how much you say this is a magical world, there is no fantasy that can make such a thing instantly intuitive.
''All right, I'll confirm it with telekinesis now.''
　Marielle was driven to the edge by the cleverness of the response, which seemed to desecrate her fantasy.
　Marielle wondered if she had made a mistake in asking her best friend for advice on love stories, and her regrets seemed to have exceeded a hundred times. Henrietta is certainly a talented worker who does an enormous amount of work on a daily basis, but she is also a hobbyist in her own right, and her representative is the girl's impersonator and Marielle snorer. Her mother-in-law. Scary.

'Hee hee. Just bear with me.
Why?
　It's not right to say why. Marielle mumbles a muffled mumble in her mouth. I didn't know what to look like, so I kept my gaze averted, but I still wiggled the fingertips of my right hand together with the fingertips of my left hand, with the intent of resistance.
'Seta-te,'
Yes?
You only have one telepathic conversation a day, and that's at 21 after dinner.
....
　There was a silence as Marielle took in and slowly digested and chewed the words she had dropped. And then Henrietta replied in a distracted voice, "Ha!
'Huh!'
You don't have to say it twice!
　Marielle talks back to Henrietta, who has an unusual expression on her face as she opens her mouth in a square.
Because, that is a large scale battle (raid).　I'm on a tight leash!　Live and let live or die, but not die!　But I'm sure Naotsugu is fighting hard and Shirobo is probably thinking hard about it, so we can't interfere with him. So, we promised to talk about it only at night when the camp is ready...
　Henrietta sighed as she put her fingertips to her temples to stifle her headache.
　Utterly rude best friend. She didn't seem to get the message that Marielle was thinking of her.
'I'm not asking about that, no, maybe that's what it is.... So, you telepathize every day?
Hey.
　Marielle, unsure, nodded.
'I'm going to report back to you about how Akiba and, I don't know, Akatsuki. By the way, we talked about Nanami yesterday. I made a new smock for Nanami, didn't I?　That's the story. We also talked about how we bought a Gomuno-chou together and how Hien and Nanami were dancing on the porch. And I also talked about the new tandoori chicken. I said to Naotsugu that I wanted to eat it with him, and he said, "I want to eat it. Naotsugu is a big guy, so I'm sure he can eat three pieces of chicken.　Or maybe four, because it's spicy!　Then we started talking about how good lassi is too, and I said I wanted to go out for a lassi with you, so we spent all our time. Hey, Henrietta, don't you think the tandoori was good?
Yeah.
　Henrietta stood up with a somewhat heartburned look on her face.
'What's wrong?'
I'm going to deliver something to the Growers Guild Liaison Committee before dinner.
Okay.
'We'll be too full to eat dinner at this rate. Really, Marie, how can I say it........
　Marielle waved her best friend off as she walked out of the living room, shoulders slumped in her arms, holding her papers in her arms. This is the recent routine of the .
　Marielle added a single white star to the win-list in Henrietta's brain without Marielle noticing.
　The battle here was as fierce as a large-scale battle, and the star competition was as fierce as ever.



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　In the center of the huge mortar-shaped coliseum, just as the scouts had reported, was a dull, dark purple armor that stood still in a kneeling position. If measured at a distance of more than one hundred meters by the Gunner's Lock-On-Sight, it would probably be about sixteen meters tall. It's probably a golem or a giant of some sort.
　The raid bosses' range of detection is vast, but also unique. In this case, the battle will probably begin when William and his group enter the Coliseum's arena.
　The enemy was the Ruseat of the Seven Gardens.
　To William, it was the same enemy that he had fought many times in the Nine Prisons of Halos, the Rousseart of the Seventh Prison. Perhaps its abilities and tactics have been strengthened, while retaining some of its characteristics. According to the scouting team's reconnaissance, the Seventh Garden's Lucrete also has a white knight mode and a black knight mode. I remember that this is a difficult boss to attack while switching between these two modes.
　William raises his hand at shoulder height.
　With that alone, I could see the raid members' gazes focus on him.
　The meeting was done beforehand. The scouting team had made several assaults and brought back valuable information despite their deaths. Shiroe of the Record Horizon acknowledged that the tactical structure that had been created by layering all this information together had a 50-50 chance of winning. That's not a bad figure for the first game.
　A heat slowly swelled behind them.
　Seizing the opportunity, William shoots his hand straight down.
　Following instructions, the troops flowed like a dammed river. They ran down the white-gray bleachers with the first unit in the lead.
　Sliding down the ruined and crumbling walls, forward and forward.

　Generally speaking, a monster's attack range is proportional to its size.
　At a height of only 140 or so, the attack range of the goblin (green goblin) is only a few dozen centimeters with bare hands, and even if you take into account footwork and spears, it's only about a meter. However, if it was a two-meter-tall Goblin, the range of the club he wielded would have to be three meters. Considering the size of the huge raid bosses in front of them, one must assume that their attack range is quite extensive.
　At Shiroe's suggestion, for the past few days, the Silver Sword's team has been practicing how to memorize reference points such as 10 meters, 15 meters, and 20 meters by eye measurement and experience. This makes it possible for him to take the right amount of visual measurements against this huge enemy.
　However, that was only after a blow was struck. The vanguard must first get to the front line of the enemy's attack, and then place vulnerable wizards and remote attackers in the safety zone on the outside. Even if the vanguard has to change attack positions incessantly throughout the battle, there is still a difference in range between the two sides in their tactics. Unless you use tactics such as positioning by blind spot, the rear guard cannot get past the attacks of the raider class bosses. Their blows are that heavy.
　The dinklons at the head of the murky stream rushed into the twenty-meter range as if they were cutting through. The Ruseart of the Garden of the Seventh, which suddenly rises to life as if it were brought to life. The crimson light leaking from the face cheeks, which resembles mechanical armor, flowed like a liquid, and he brandished a huge axe spear (halberd). I could see Dinkron gritting his teeth and preparing for impact as he readied his shield. The effort was fruitful, and the Silver Sword's "Guardian Warrior", armed with heavy armor, stopped the raid boss' first attack.
　The damage is minimal. That's about 10% of their total HP.
　But that doesn't mean that the enemy's attack power is low. The Lansing Barrier that Dinkron received before the battle began is a damage blocking spell. That spell, granted by a high-ranking Shingi Officer, nullifies about 45000 damage that the target would have taken. In other words, the damage was still taken even after nullifying it. If it wasn't for that barrier spell, he would have lost more than 30% of his HP in the current blow.
　It was a terrifying attack power.
　But even that is factored in. The damage blockage that has been lifted is immediately reapplied.

　The head of the first party, the Guardian Warrior Dinclone, is the tip of the squad, the hardest arrowhead in the world. After receiving a succession of recovery spells, the steel warrior arrived at the feet of the Lucrete of the Seven Gardens and used a succession of provocative techniques such as Anchor Howl and Towing Shout.
　This is the beginning of the battle.
Begin the attack!
　William informs everyone from the third party.
　With the bard's backup song, colorful magic and shooting attacks rain down on the raid boss. It's difficult to check in such a large scale battle, but a tremendous number of weakening effects are now accumulating on Ruseart. It makes sense to include all twelve professions in a full raid. The same weakening effect does not accumulate, with few exceptions, but the multifaceted encirclement of various classes is effective against powerful enemies.
　For a moment my vision was clouded by the continuous attacks, and there was a heavy explosion sound that seemed to shake the earth.
　Lucrete brandished a huge steel-colored weapon as if to gouge the surrounding ten or so meters. Two people were killed by the blow, and several people who had been challenging him to close quarters combat were dropped to a near-death state.
　Even the dinkron was a vicious blow that cost him half of his HP.
　However, the Silver Sword's battle line did not collapse.
　With the Divinity Officer's unique revival spell, the dead are transferred to the surgeon's feet and revived. In addition to a convenient spell that allows you to evacuate to a safe distance and revive the dead at the same time, the Summoner summons the Red Jade Beast (carbuncle) and chants the Phantasmal Heal. While this HP recovery spell is exceptional among magic attackers, it's not quite as powerful as the recovery spell used by the main job, but it's enough to ease their burden.
　The recovery professions, except for the Priesthood Officer, prioritize the recovery of their injured members, and in the meantime, Dinkron doesn't take a step back from Lucrete's attack.

　The powerful strike that just struck the surrounding area would be a must-attack for the raid boss.
　Right now, the members of the Silver Sword have that blow burned into their eyes. The vexing Summoner, who had grabbed a cute fluffy mammal (carbuncle) by the scruffy neck next to William, began counting the numbers in a determined, steel-like voice. All of us have heard that echoing voice.
　Without exception, there are conditions for a raid boss's huge attack.
　One of the major conditions is the player's "re-cast time," as we adventurers call it. Powerful attacks cannot be unleashed in succession. Each technique has its own cooling period. I don't know if that time is ten seconds or thirty seconds, but that cooling time should exist.
　The Summoner follows the meeting and counts to measure it. Of course, he doesn't let up on his magical attacks and doesn't neglect to respond to combat situations.
　Back in the days when Elder Tail was a game, such counts could be done by an external program or, even if it was a low-tech counterpart, a stopwatch slung next to a monitor. Every action of a raid boss was analyzed to the millisecond from a reference video recording of play, and then cross-referenced with a log to lay bare the damage, attributes, range, spacing, motions, penetration rates, critical rates, and everything else of an attack.
　Fighters (raiders) used to share this information on cloud services, review it in chat rooms, and use the most efficient, up-to-date tactics to attack.

"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one...
　The snatched but taut tenor is overlaid with the clatter of swords, the echoes of clashing steel, and the sound of thunder and fire running through the air.
　The members sharpened their senses, desperately trying not to miss their voices and lose sight of the enemy in front of them as they bit into each other.
　In this world where everything has been swallowed up in chaos, the Silver Sword, which has continued to fight, has reconstructed such a primitive and haphazard strategy.
　You could say that this is the fallen form of a once powerful guild.
　The count is muddy and disgusting, but it is still filled with a greedy prayer for victory.
　When the count reached twenty-six, the Seventh Garden's Lucrete swung the steel axe spear. The dreadful blow from earlier comes.
　But William's companions have no fear.
　The Assassins and the Swashbuckler flew through the air.
　The Bard and the Woodland Cursed Master moved away from them like they were shot.
　The cleric casts a series of spells to improve defense to the warriors who chose to endure.
　This response is good for the second time.
　After the roaring storm passed by, there were no casualties in the current attack, at least not in the sense of death.
　Some had lost much of their HP, but the spell of the recovery squad would heal them.
　The first step was to make a move, to heal the enemy's attack.
　The edge of William's lips fished up viciously.
　It's not like this. This raid boss, who looked like his armor itself was a blade, should still have any number of twisted attack methods hidden away. This guy hasn't even changed his appearance yet.
　But it's not bad. Thinking that it's not a bad trend so far, William shoots an arrow.
　His throat says, "DPS (damage) up!" before William himself is even aware of it.　Stop being a dick, spin it up and shave it off! He let out a ferocious cry.

　The arrows fluttered in a stupefying manner.
　The attackers slammed their swords to shatter, or flapped fire spells and engulfed Luceart in a range spell that tinted light or darkness.
　William could tell. Boss monsters like those that appear in raid zones have enormous HP without exception. That amount is uncanny. The ninety-fourth level Guardian Warrior Dinkron of a top-tier raiding guild like Silversword has just under 18,000 HP, but raid bosses have a thousand to two thousand times more.
　If the Seventh Garden Rousseart's HP was visualized on a meter, we would be able to see it. If they did, they would be able to see it, but even if the attackers were attacking without ceasing, the decrease in their HP would really be very small. Its gradual decline would be imperceptible to the naked eye on the meter. But even so, it's the only way to defeat them.

'Watch out, on your feet!
　A sharp voice calls out. It's the voice of Federico the Thief.
　A black haze and something that doesn't seem to be a liquid begins to flow from the feet of the Rousseauart of the Seven Gardens, which suddenly slowed down. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.
"Damaged, the attribute 'evil poison'!　Action, no, movement inhibition. Both attack speed and power are reduced.
　The voice of Dinkron's report arrives. If you look, you can see a black mucus-like substance at its feet, emitting a slight electric charge, trying to entangle Dinkron's plate boots.
　William hesitates for a moment.
　Although there is damage, it is minor.
　The glittering electric light was an attack that was played on the damage barrier. The fact that such a small glow occurred continuously and the barrier was not breached is proof that the damage is small. This can be seen by the fact that even the melee attack members, who are inferior to Dinklon in terms of defense, haven't received any serious damage.
　A moment after William felt a sense of urgency, the "Lucrete of the Garden of Seventh" began to walk with heavy footsteps, which only did that much damage, and a special move blocking attack.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. But it is nullified. It was an unusual bouncing effect that flowed off the surface of Rousseart's armor.
　A wide area restraint attack with little damage.
　William, realizing his intentions, shouts.
''Range blockade!　Range recovery!
　The troops moved as if the cry had hit a switch.
　The barrier resembling a translucent dome, the faintly glowing defensive spell, and the orange flakes representing reaction-activated recovery, however, were blown away with a single blow. The metal body of the Seventh Garden Lucrete that began to be overrun was more of a weapon than a monster. It was a giant construction machine that bounced around with the agility of a cat-like creature. The halberd swung around to lick the ground, trying to cut the Silver Sword off like a reed or a bundle of straw.

　But still.
　More than half of the members remain.
　And the voice that doesn't retreat from the wounded continues to count.
The first healer has pre-fibers!　Two teams down, revive and recover. Three and four, take damage down to 70%.
　William laughed uncontrollably in the back of his throat.
　He licked it up and it dripped down the side of his nose, and it tasted like blood.
　Like boiled iron, it was the taste of massive combat William was looking for.
　The enemy was strong, just as he had imagined, more so than he had ever expected.
　And William and his men are still standing.
　The battle has only just begun.