Legend

"Ha, ha, ha..."

The man was running desperately through a city that began to be engulfed in darkness. Halvard made of iron is held in his hand by a leather armor made of monster skin so as not to inhibit movement. But behind such adventurous and brave gear, there are several cuts on the uncovered part of the leather armor, from which blood is shed. I guess I wouldn't have had a problem if I had rested with wounds that weren't that deep in nature... but the man running all over the city wasn't the other way around, and blood continued to flow from the wound due to the effects of exercising intensely without even treating the wound.

"Bolnter son of a bitch! How much more can you do?

Galahat, a Rank B Adventurer, my esteemed adventurer. Galahat, seriously injured, asked me to, and Mult was acting according to its instructions. That is... to protect Bornter, who is also Galahat's half-brother.

However, because the act of "protecting" also led to the disempowerment of Bornter, he was running around the city where he was injured while being attacked by private soldiers sent in by Bornter who noticed it.

Even though it's getting dark, it doesn't make a difference that it's all over the city of Gilm. Not around daylight, there are a few people on the road. But Mult didn't even ask such passers-by for help, but he kept running all the way to his destination. It is the private soldiers of the Bornter in question who are after themselves. Even the highest-ranked adventurer would have a good C-rank. Still, the number of people was there, and at the same time, Galahat asked me to stay out of business as much as possible, and I went to my destination without asking for help.

Information asked by fellow adventurers you are gracious about. Under the person who also triggered this disturbance.

It was paradoxical to ask someone for help when they said they were acting to protect Volnter from him. In fact, Galahat is pushing me to stay away from him, Ray. But still...

(In order to protect Mr. Galahat, we have to use his help!... I'm sorry, Mr. Galahat. It could be a development that Mr. Galahat doesn't want me to be the most. But I'm never convinced that Mr. Galahato will die and the Bornter guy will survive!

He was a mult running around the city whining inside, but listening to the sound of flying slashing and tearing the sky apart, he moves forward obliquely. In the next moment something pierces the space where Mult was until a moment ago, poking him to the ground.

"Damn, even the bowman put it in... are you insane all over the city!?

He gazes at the arrow pierced to the ground for only a moment, throwing it away abominably and running out again.

Several arrows strike again as if to follow them, but thanks to a light piece of equipment called leather armor, they succeed in dodging most of them.... Yes, mostly.

"Gu!"

It's also a waste of time to pierce the leather armor and pull out the arrow stuck to his left shoulder, throwing his spit on the ground and running out again.

If this was the front street, even though it was night, there would be quite a crowd, so the enemy wouldn't have used bows and arrows either. However, it is the so-called back streets where the mults are currently located and are rarely unpopular even during the day. It is different from a few people earlier, but most of them see that Mult has been injured and is in the middle of trouble, and they move away from it. I'm not going to accuse you of that. Because I would do the same if I were in a similar position. But...

"Damn, I'm almost there..."

Mult's direction of travel. Two shadows emerge, one with a sword and one with an axe, waiting for Mult no matter what he thought, trying to block the back road wrapped in the darkness of the night.

"Shit, I guess when this happens, it means it's still good to have been shot with an arrow on your left shoulder!

Throw it away and narrow the distance with the shadow blocking the road while erecting the halvard you hold with your right hand.

Halvard holds it with his right hand, and his left hand is a mult he uses to assist him in that movement, which is why he didn't have to bitter it even if he was shot in the left shoulder with an arrow. And...

"Out of the way, you motherfuckers!

We're in time. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no That, the weapon intermission, which is the advantage of a weapon like a fusion of axe and spear. A massive blow to take advantage of it. That, too, is a narrow back street compared to the surface street where Mult is currently located. That's not how you can avoid a blow that swung across the road...

"Wow!

"Chi!

An adventurer with a sword is destroyed halfway through his body with a blow by Halvard, and the sword itself is bounced off as it moves. Another adventurer managed to take the weakened Halvard with that blow by tapping the axe he had.

Halvard and Axe. Those two bump into each other and scatter a spark in the darkness of the night.

"Uh-oh!

But Mult does not detain himself to the blow of Halvard, but feeds his full body to the adventurer who had the axe, taking his hands off Halvard, also his weapon, at that moment when he bumped into each other with the axe.

"Damn!"

"Grr!"

Axe man blowing away screaming at that blow. At the end of that blow-up was a man who had a sword, and both of them collapsed to the ground due to a bumped impact. Mult only glances at those two for a moment, losing his mind and making sure he doesn't move before picking up Halvard, who was rolling to the ground, and running out again.

Huh!

And the sound of slashing and tearing the night air that Mult hears again as he runs out.

"Shit, that's a lot of fellowship for being hired by Volnter!

Mult runs through narrow streets, still irregularly moving and untargeted.

At night, and because a few of them were stiffened, they probably withheld their bow cover, but they didn't hesitate to let go of the arrow again because there was no longer a risk of accidental fire.

(Damn, I'm almost there with him... and I'm taking the chasers with me, not like this)

He groans inside in frustration and comes up with a fuzz.

(Given his strength in the first place, this chaser shouldn't be a problem. It's more of a war saver. then……)

In a way, it means pushing the chaser, but Mult just reconsiders that given his current situation, he can't help it either, and runs down the back road. And I see the target building...

"That's it!

Just because I can't let him go any further, he kicks the roof and three figures jump.

"Shit, are you a bandit!?

"Hit it. This back road is certainly intricate, and would be a great way to escape.... if it weren't for us."

Daggers and long swords, some of them with short spears. With its lightness and standing, Mult understands that all those in front of him are bandits.

A profession of banditry with even fewer. And yet, I guess it's just unique to the Azot Chamber of Commerce, which divides the arms deal in the city of Gilm, that it's handing out as many as three bandits.

Mult was stuffed at this point if it were meant to be, as you can see the bandits grinning at their mouths.

... Yes. If it was meant to be, yes.

There is only one miscalculation of the bandits. But that only one miscalculation was an unlimited miscalculation. That's...

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

A monster appeared rashly as he roared. A monster with an eagle's upper body in the lion's lower body. A monster that you can't even see first in the city of Gilm, which is by nature a periphery. That is...

"G, Griffon!?

Of the bandits, those who stood daggers cast daggers as they screamed. Yes, I almost panicked and threw the dagger I had reflexively because I met the worst of all possible beings.

It was a reflexively thrown blow, therefore the motion came out intact what was worn in training. Released as if to slash and tear the dark night, the dagger was dyed black of its full body, and was a substitute for precisely no more for use in the night.

"Grr!"

But that's only against humans. For Seto, a rank A monster, that was enough of a blow to play with if you wield the hook claws to the horizontal twist.

"Shit, you said it was a griffon!? So there's an adventurer around here named Ray. Guys, watch out!

I guess he's a leader. A bandit with a short spear tightens his expression to the voice of a bandit with a long sword. The bandit who had the dagger also manages to get out of the mess when he hears that voice and takes a new pitch-black dagger out of his nostalgia.

A new figure who shows up while still making noise. The figure, who appeared opposite the bandits as he pinched the mult, had an arrow barrel on his back and a bow on his hand. He's a sniper who's been after Mult since earlier.

"Shit, are you pinched?"

Throw it away, but Mult's eyes are never stained with despair. Because behind the bandits, Griffon's Seto shows up, and he is preparing himself for battle with a roaring voice hostile to those who have attacked him. And most importantly, the building that Mult was aiming for, right near Seto, to the blacksmith's workshop called Pamidor, is only a few moments away.

(The question is... you know, if Griffon, who was called Seto or something, recognizes me as his enemy. You've seen me face to face once, remember? No, you'll definitely remember.... maybe you remember. Remember, I hope...)

It was a mult that made a weak sound with his heart only for a moment, but when I look at Seto, I gradually feel the sense of impatience that was born in me disappear.

Yes. I'm sure you'll be fine even though there's no basis for it. That's what I assumed.

Whether it was hunted down but a late assumption, or because I was sure I could make it through here for some reason... I don't know. But Mult took a step forward based on it.

One, two, three steps… Slowly, the foot taken out like a runaway eventually gets on speed, from walking to walking early, and walking early turns into walking disease.

"Shit, don't let him go!

Following the voice of a man of bandit leadership, the man behind Mult sets up a bow and arrow to set his aim...

"You didn't think I was thinking about that much!

Mult, who notices himself being targeted by the sound of a bow pulling and a crisp, deliberately changes course toward the men of the bandits. Yes, so that if the arrows released from behind did not hit Mult, they would be released to the bandits.

If you were a top notch here, and that's what Rank B and Rank A adventurers are, you would have unleashed arrows without hesitation. Because without all that strength, you wouldn't be a high-ranking adventurer like A or B. Conversely, we should also consider the possibility of taking our aim off if we are not such a high-ranking adventurer.

And the highest ranked adventurer employed by the Azot Chamber of Commerce is Galahat, whom Mult admires as his brother, and is the only Rank B adventurer.

(Even when I was fighting the other adventurers earlier, this guy didn't release an arrow for fear of fighting each other. That is……)

It was such a mult that I bet on uncertainties like perseverance, goodwill and good sense as adventurers, but in this case it fitted beautifully. The arrow from behind didn't fly as expected.

You must have noticed the bandit's leader. Set up a long sword against the mult that comes towards us… the next moment, blows straight to the side without any precursor.

"Crouch!"

Gushari, the sound sounds as if he tapped the raw meat against the wall thoughtfully, and the leader man who made that sound groans and loses consciousness as it is. That would have been fortunate in a way. Anyway, the impact on the wall broke the bone in the right arm, and the bones in the lower back, ribs, etc. were similarly broken. If I had been conscious in that state, I would have tasted the pain of hell.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

And it was the Ceto of Griffon, naturally the strongest being on this occasion.

He releases a blow that blows the man to the side, and looks around him sharply rolling his battle into his eyes, which he usually deserves to describe as circular.

(Ok, if you dive through that gap!

Mult, who was running toward Seto, could focus more on his legs as he passed through the gap created by the blown away man of the long sword.

Running through the place where the Longsword man existed would mean running right through Seto... Mult's mind had already been decided.

"Seto, I'll take care of the rest!

He shouted so as he penetrated among the bandits, passing beside Seto as he did... Seto, who remembered Mult by doing nothing in particular, missed as he did, only towing his sharp gaze towards the bandit and bowman.

Mult praises the way it is in his heart… jumping into the workshop, which is his destination.

"Ray, are you here!?

With that screaming.