Having taken off the chastity crisis, I move on to the audio source with Sarah, who has regained her composure. Don't make a sound, give in so you can't be the object.

When I climbed the mountain carefully, I finally saw two humans. The distance from the subject was only about 10 meters in sight. The discovery was delayed because of the trees and grass growing, but maybe that's the same over there.

Besides, he's turning his back on this one and he doesn't seem to notice.

Me and Sarah hide in the proper grass and watch the subject. The subject's clothing has been seen scattered. I mean, it's military uniform for the Republic Army of Carlsbert.

"Is it an enemy?

"Probably. I don't have any sawdust."

Each army of the national, republican, and royalist wore the same military uniform. But that makes no distinction between enemy allies on the battlefield. For that reason, when we in the Emilia Division intervened in the civil war, we let the royalists make red and wide squares for identification.

However, I was unable to create tens of thousands of people at once, so it was only last week that I went to all my soldiers.

Aside from that, the two men in the military uniforms of the two republicans in front of you are not wearing a pair. I mean, I'm not a royalist. I don't know what identification method the Republicans are taking, but, well, given the situation, I'm pretty sure they see it as Ninth Century National Piety, and Schumperk affiliation.

The question is what to do with these men...

If you come across enemy scouts, killing them is the way to go. We can't let the scouts, who may possibly hold important information, go home alive.

"What do we do?

"Right, I'll take him down... no, let's get him"

"You mean take him prisoner?

"That sort of thing. I want detailed information about Schumperk, where the nationalists are in formation. I can't take you both home, just one."

"... ok. Wait a minute."

Sarah said so, removing a knife about 15 cm across the blade for protection from under her military uniform. If you use magic poorly, if you do poorly, you will summon enemies who may be nearby. Besides, this place is in the woods, lots of trees, and swords are useless.

So if it's a unintentional blow from behind and with the strongest knife in melee, it will be able to defeat it before it takes a counterattack.

"Yuzef. Right or left, which one to catch?

"... um, left, I guess. I've been instructing the man on the right since just now, and it feels transgressive to see his attitude. Must be the superior officer."

If you rise in rank, you naturally have a lot of information. If you're careful how you interrogate me, maybe you'll talk to me in a hurry.

"Well, you're coming a little. Until then, Yuzef will hide there."

"Ah. Careful."

I'm reliable...... That's the second cavalry graduate, and besides, Maya, the chief sword soldier, he just has swordsmanship to fight each other.

But it's one-on-two. Sometimes just in case. For once, prepare for the intermediate magic "Water Cannon (Aquacannon)".

And just before I chanted the magic chant, Sarah popped out.

The two enemies moved differently against the mysterious figure who suddenly emerged from the grass behind them.

The superior officer, who was on the left, laid his hand on the sword of his hips aggressively and is about to pull out exactly now. On the other hand, those of my men who were on the right were completely clueless about the situation. Now I'm not her enemy.

Stuffed with distance at once, Sarah stabbed a thoughtful knife in the right man's neck. From the carotid artery, red blood erupted as the heart beat and the man fell as-is.

Sarah doesn't pull out the knife she stabbed in the neck and quickly turns back to the man on the left who should be tied up as it is. The man was blind to his fallen men in an instant, and immediately took his sword... and failed to fall out.

When I tried to pull it out, I hooked it up to a nearby tree. You could have used a knife or a dagger like Sarah.

The man is slightly anxious not to get through the sword, and not Sarah who misses it either.

She beat the pigeon tail out of her head with a fist that was more powerful than she was always doing to me, and blew the man away. Like a comic strip, the man is struck by the tree behind him, squatting as he is. This is probably fainting.

Yeah, yeah. I know the pain. How much I've been trained to pigeon tail in the last six years... No, pigeon tails don't work out in the first place.

Well, you're no longer worthy of having a safe magic chant.

"Are you all right?

"Hmm. It's not me getting hit by these mutts."

Mr. Sarah is handsome. Hold it.

"So, what do you do? This?"

"There's nothing we can do here. Let's restrain him and take him home to the fortress. We'll talk about it later."

Okay, well, this... this... who, this Osama? I should have at least stunned you after I asked your name. Looking at the rank chapter, it looks like the chief of the republican army.

Bye, Chief. Shall I talk to you at the fortress for a moment (...)?

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16: 50.

It was Mr. Fine who returned to the fortress and welcomed me and Sarah back with the prisoners.

"... Major Yuzef. What's behind it?

"Um, this?

That's it.

Needless to say, I'm talking about the chief.

"Um, this guy seems to be working with us, so I thought I'd talk to you for a second"

"Ha... In the military discipline of the Royal Army, torture of prisoners should be forbidden, right?

"Yep. So I'm going to talk peacefully and humanely."

……

I'm afraid of Mr. Feene's eyes. Oh, no, torture isn't such a savage imitation. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

"Then Major, I'll take that handcuff too...... Cohon. Are you sure you want to go with the interrogation? For once, I learned how to interrogate in the Cadet School Intelligence Department, so I thought it would help."

Now Mr. Feene, you almost said "torture" for a moment, didn't you? What the hell is the law against torture in the Ostmarc Empire...... oh, no, but I wonder if I haven't established an array yet. It's been about six months, so it's not strange that it's about to be established.

Well, aside from that.

"No, Mr. Feene is waiting for the good news"

"... why?

In my words, I looked a little sorry for Mr. Feene, or a little angry. You don't trust me, or you think so.

It's not like that.

"Wouldn't that be a reward if someone as beautiful as Mr. Feene interrogated you?"

With that said, she closed her eyes and solidified.

All right, shall we finish the interrogation in this gap? I greet him softly with that thought, "See you later," and walk away from the spot with Sarah.

I've never interrogated a prisoner, but surely there must have been someone among the royalists who was good at that. Let's leave that to him.

"Sarah, contact someone of the royalists... what's wrong with that face"

For some reason, she looked soggy. What? Sarah wanted to be in the interrogation, too?

"Nothing!"

Sarah snorted, and she stepped right through my leg and went somewhere.

... me, did I do something?