"... Mr. Zai Fonde"
"... High Priest"
Zai Fonde, High Priest of Astianism.
It doesn't fit the title and looks about thirty centuries.
That too should have happened, and Zai, who had appeared dizzy and headstrong since the sudden death of his predecessors, became a high priest young with the support of several priests.
The high priest of Astaire came in from the side.
Sufi, and Soria also looked at Fonde with modest disgust.
"Why are you here?
Soria asks.
That was a pure question.
No one doubts that there is Soria, who is often on the front lines.
Because in the first place, the dominant power is in Soria.
In fact, thanks to this, there are many more Astian followers.
And there are arms aid and trade preferences, such as maintaining the neutrality of the Holy Republic and giving back by other countries, for which Astianism is behind us.
It is in the interest of both Astianism and the Holy Republic by the fact that Soria and the main powers are at the forefront.
But the High Priest never goes to the front line himself.
"It's for the wild, Mr. Soria."
High Priest Zai replies with a grin painted just by grin and shape.
But only two of Zai's escorts.
Besides, he's not a knight, he's a soldier who doesn't have the proper big gear.
"Is that all the gear and personnel you have to get to this place for wild use?
[Kensei] Phil Age, who was behind Soria, asks.
From Phil's eyes, the soldiers weren't even trained by Locke. There is no such thing as an escort.
"Ha, don't worry. More than that, the cults are staring at us. You shouldn't be involved with these guys."
It is not the face of Astianism that is staring.
It's just Zai the High Priest.
The atmosphere was actually loose until earlier.
"Yeah, was it Sufi? Not until I leave it with the Astian spill. I forgive you for being generous. But you shouldn't get too well..."
Close your face to Sufi while distorting your face with garlic.
And speak in a small voice.
"- You don't want to be like your parents, do you?
"-... Huh!"
It was a soft and moderate attitude until earlier, when Sufi turned to a face that required anger and tears.
The followers of True Astaism, who stood behind him, come out before Sufi and behold the High Priest.
"You!"
"Oh, you want to hit me?
"You're superior!
"... wait!
Sufi made him stand still.
That was the right decision.
"Ha. Aren't you going to hit me? It's boring."
The High Priest incites him to push, but this time Sufi showed no reaction whatsoever.
I was firmly stopping the faithful.
"Hey, why is that? This one......!
"From the side, they just say you hit him unilaterally."
……
Sufi tells me that a believing man is hacked.
If we get our hands on it here, we lose.
"Besides, this kind of violence creates nothing. Your hands just get dirty."
It was clear hostile language.
Sufi is not the kind of kid who opposes violence. Astianism does not deny violence in the first place.
However, identify situations where violence is exercised.
"You'll tell me. Instead, it's an honor for a bunch of wicked people like you to touch me."
"The guys from Zone Two and Zone Three are coming in!
The voice of the liaison soldier sounds blocked from Zai's words.
Respond to that and the reply flies.
"Nah......! So what happened to Zone 2 and Zone 3!?
The reply was dyed with anxiety.
The wounded are transported when the battlefield has retreated or fallen for a paragraph.
However, Zone 2 and Zone 3 are also front-line.
It will be the main battlefield of this conflict, so to speak.
That's unlikely to separate it. So it will inevitably fall back.
But when that happens, the battlefield will accelerate at once and this rear side will also come to fire -.
"Don't worry! I hear the second and third districts were suppressed by the adventurers they sent from the Alliance!
"Ha!? Two zones at once!?
"Oh, it sounds like a guy named Jeed!
Few people remember that name.
Now Kensei Phil frowned reluctantly.
But the most responsive was:
"Dj, Dj, Dj, Mr. Jeed!?
"Kew, Savior!?
It was Soria and Sufi.
The two chests mixed with feelings of embarrassment resembling a people-friendly expectation that Jeed might come here.
However,
"Is Mr. Zied coming?
"No, we're already straight home!
"" Squishy. ""
The two of them were shy of the fact that Jeed had gone home.
"... let's go"
Zai, the High Priest, told the soldier to leave the field with a face that didn't seem very pleasant in it.