It is a vast room in the Divine Capital.
It's the office where Sufi keeps it, and it's full of everything for young people.
The chairs are decorated with designs, and the black and elegant table tops are also furnished with expensive magic items.
Sufi felt uncomfortable surrounded by several believers.
A satellite nation of the Weyra Empire has been invaded?
A believer nods to Spi's question.
I had the materials at hand.
"It appears so. We have been informed that the Weyra Empire is being fed." But they burned down civilian towns and plundered them. ”
Normally, this kind of report is not reported to the upper level.
However, Spi has given Reuters authority over this war. I know that what I can do is not war, but civilian aid and protection.
And the tragedy of war is also visible in the civilian population.
“What about the evacuees?”
"We are fleeing to the surrounding countries, but given the food we stockpile in the army's massive collection, we probably can't afford to leave people from other countries behind. It may be inevitable that a considerable number of starving people will die.”
Is it difficult to open up the stockpiles of the Order and cook them out?
Food is indispensable for sustaining life.
Spiffy had enough authority to open the treasuries of some of the true Astheists who preserved them.
But of course, the blame lay with Sufi.
Other priestly qualities will not look very good.
Still, there's something Sufi believes in.
However, even after that, the believer's expression did not clear up.
"In the first place, evacuees don't come out with very large supplies." Even if we can't keep moving, it's hard for everyone to keep up. "
Spi runs a pen on paper and stamps it.
"I'll do whatever I can."
It says to open the food pantry. Even if they were from the enemy, they were trying to avoid tragedy.
A message has arrived under such a spiff.
Master Thoria has contacted us!
“What did you say?”
"The Knights, led by Lord Thoria, will be raised to the Holy Republic!" She wants to meet with Sufi-sama again! "
The parking is noisy.
Tholia had a presence as a composite army. It was no use pulling up without permission, even if it seemed to be turning the flag against it.
But Sufi nodded calmly.
"Okay, but can't you contact me with a magic item?"
"That's why... I just want to contact Sufi-sama as much as possible."
"Just with me?"
There is one reason why we don't go through magic items.
Avoiding the possibility of eavesdropping.
"When I talked to her, it looked very serious. I have one more point to make. This is part of the rumor......
The faithful speak.
“I don't mind, just say it.”
”Hah... it seems that Lord Thoria was talking to Master Zide just before she turned back”
”Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.....
I stopped saying I was the Saviour.
"Moreover, it's hard to say... but Lord Zido has also heard stories of being overwhelmed by the Weyra Empire."
The surroundings were scattered.
Those who are around Spi are believers, and all are strong guards. Each has a body that has been abandoned because of the depth of faith.
There were also people who had served as generals in the guild's A ranks, female swordsmanship instructors, and middle-class nations.
Everyone has a realistic imagination of deception.
I just had to be distrustful of Tholia's words and actions.
Sufi knows that, but they have full confidence in Tholia, as opposed to them.
I see. Where is Soria-sama now?
"Probably crossed the Central Mountains."
"That's pretty close, isn't it?" I'll keep my schedule open. ”
Then the preacher withdrew from the room.
Sfi pushes against the desk.
You're tired, aren't you?
An elderly woman speaks out.
She is also a believer and an elderly swordsman.
He was committed to the rebuilding of the Order and fought many times as an escort to Sufi.
"I've heard so many times that Zido-san is attached to the Weira Empire... so I'm sure he'll be fine..."
"It must be Sufi-sama's Savior." Then we should be moving in the right direction. ”
"So, what if the story about the Waila Empire is true?" If I'm going to chase after Master Zide, I'm going to have to leave True Astaire. "
Isn't that okay?
Eh!
I was surprised when it was affirmed lightly.
The old woman is a believer, but she encourages Sufi to betray herself.
There's no way I wouldn't be surprised.
”If Sufi-sama got lost and got tired...... and Zido-sama was at the end of the line, why don't you follow her?”
"That's..."
Spi is embarrassed by the words.
I'm not obsessed with my position.
Not to mention power and fame.
But he spent too much of his life betraying Astaire.
But I can't even imagine avenging my debt to Zed.
(What should I do......)
When Spiff is lost, the magic items on the table react.
It has a crystal shape that is larger than the head. It was glowing in red on a purple cushion indicating urgency.
Spiffy instantly applied magic power.
What's the matter?
A bloody man answers Spiffy's question across the crystal.
It was a familiar face.
"It's 'The Astheist'!" Reuters pulled the thread behind this war! Massive brainwashing magic in the heart of the Waila Empire! "
"......!"
The unpleasant sound of paper chirping arrived from the crystal.
The crystal on the other side was rolling. Perspectives reflect the sky and the ground.
In the meantime, the man's face was not shown. All that was there was was a lump of flesh on his face, and a miserable body was rolling around.
There are countless corpses lining the back of the man.
All of them were investigative groups sent by Suffi.
I could see only one bad person, but it seemed like he was contacting me somewhere.
― ― Please send a message to all regions to stop Reuters' full authority now. Please also contact the head of the Holy Republic and the countries and organizations that the Order has asked for help from. ”
"I got it."
It was too soon to make a decision.
The investigative group must have reported Reuters' suspicious behavior by the time we got here.
It can be seen from the fast movement of the believers.
Spiffy removes the magic item from the desk drawer. This one is similarly crystal shaped.
(Please connect...!)
I was able to use my magic as Spi wished.
The crystal glows.
The point of connection was the riff.
It's been a long time, what's the matter?
It was virtually hostile, but Riff felt like he had run into an old friend all over the city. I feel safe there, but Spi is easy to convey, and I spin my words as soon as possible.
"Behind this war are Reuters and the Astorians."
"I know."
I was shocked by Rif's words.
and a proof that Sufi is not omnipotent.
Why didn't you contact me sooner?
Why didn't you try to communicate more?
I wasn't neglecting Spiffy.
Rather, he had no rest and worked a lot of sleep time.
Still, I left the war to someone else.
Diplomacy was consolidated around the combined army, the Holy Republic, and the Order.
We haven't started a full-fledged war yet.
Riff was probably still busy.
In a flash, regret and remorse came to Rif's mind, but he was immediately switched.
“We called on the followers of the Order to stop the march of the Composite Army and the Holy Republic. If possible, we can--"
But...
"I don't want to do anything of my own free will."
Reuters appear in the room.
It was right beside Spiffy, close enough to place his hand on his shoulder.
From the door and the transfer magic, the troops immediately under Reuters also appeared.
Reuters!
It's been a long time, Guildmaster. And goodbye.
The crystal is shattered.
Then Reuters turned to Spi.
"You're a saintly woman, so don't talk to anyone who would harm the human race."
It was a rough tone.
I don't think it's necessary to wear a cat anymore.
Are you the one who started this war?
"The Astheian, to be exact."
― ― Aren't you the one who's harming the humans!
A believer moves with the rage of Spi.
Even if the master were to be able to pull out their swords, their speed and ability to grasp the situation would not be insufficient. I wasn't even alarmed. But the shadow of just one man will be shattered.
There was only one person who moved directly under Reuters against all of Sufi's followers.
So all the believers fell down on their faces on the ground.
"... it's getting worse"
Spiffy's voice resounded softly.
--One, the fallen shadow moves.
She was an old woman.
"Did you avoid a fatal injury at the expense of your left arm?"
Reuters calmly analyzes it.
The old woman threw away her left arm, which was hanging with one skin.
Then head under Spi with the sword.
The elite stood in between.
But the woman's aim was different.
There was another believer with breath.
"...... I'm... I'm..."
The woman's neck flew into Spiffy's eyes.
The next moment he was outside the Holy Republic.
Riding horses and carriages can be heard from a distance.
Intuitively noticed. That it belonged to the Knights of Tholia.
The believers were right.
Even if they were to die, the top priority would be to allow the authorized Spi to survive.
The pleasure of a woman's death. I earned less than a second, but it was enough.
Another believer who was breathing while being poked in the lungs.
He was a prominent user who surpassed ordinary people in magic, but the range of transfer, which was an ultra-high difficulty, was not wide. But the judgment was the best.
Assuming a place from previous conversations, I entrusted it to the most powerful knights in the Holy Republic.
In the meantime, three seconds and a little bit.
It would be difficult to instantly comprehend Spiffi, who had little combat experience.
However, only the death of a close woman was burned in my brain. Although I am used to it, my emotions are not dead.
The fatigue and stress that have accumulated so far are combined with tears that are transmitted to Suffi's cheeks as if he had cut the weir.