Fairy Tale Chronicles

"He was a more dangerous opponent than I thought"

Before noon the next day. That's what Layot, who finally came under a recovering macro in many ways, said when he confirmed that the macro was safe in many ways.

"Danger, did you do it that badly?

"If I hadn't had a digit detachment defense like you, I would have ended up at the time they were assembled. Perhaps in Spring Vegetables, they had an 80% chance of being killed. In Ernst's case, the moment the defensive moves are solved is in danger."

Heard Rayot explain, face stifling macro. Knowing that I was crossing a far more dangerous bridge than I expected would be natural to say that I couldn't stay calm.

"The type of assassin you've dealt with, known as Killingdor, is a disposable premise assassin who specializes in misguided intrusion into the dark night and human opponent's ability to fight. It is exactly what I would call a doll, adjusted so as not to leave any sense and emotion other than the minimum with special drugs, any ability to think and judge other than to kill personality and carry out directives."

"For the sake of it, I said," Hey, hey, hey... "

Every time I remember, I feel something cold in my spine, whilst I whisper what happened last night out of the corner of my memory. That task alone is going to punch the contents of my stomach, but there's guts and patience.

"Special drugs, that's the problem. Was there something in the trap I planted in that room yesterday that sprayed a panacea to neutralize the poison?

"There it is."

"As a result of the neutralization of the drug by the panacea, something like withdrawal appeared. The withdrawal symptom."

"Maybe your libido is amplified or something?

"Close, but slightly different. Apparently, the kind of pleasure is amplified after the sensors have become more sensitive overall. Because it's disposable, he's laying around with inexpensive medication, so he didn't deal with it when it ran out. Side effects in this way don't seem to work at all"

I wish I hadn't asked, the kind of information I would have been given, a macro that would be troubled by the reaction. As for women's phobia, I honestly don't want to talk about that vid. If I can go on any further, I have a feeling I'm going to throw up blood head this time. Honestly, I'd like to ask where the hell the porn is for an hour or so.

I'm sure if they weren't ambitious, it would have been a very unfolding that children couldn't show you.

"So the assassin is gone?

"I let him fall back and help the assassination guild raid. My brain wash is unraveling from last night's intense experience even though my ego is weak, so it fell off really easily."

"I hope you're okay, it..."

"I came back to normal and went into the house normally, so there wouldn't be a problem."

Is that okay, a macro who unexpectedly looks far into a situation that makes me want to say it? What is that awfully dodgy system that carries out the risky task of saying assassination?

I'll tell you one good thing.

"What?

"The drug that the assassin was given all the time seems special enough to say alpalenone. They're the only ones who know how to make it, but they just need a little trick, a guy who says it's not that hard to make materials and methods. Most of the magic and medication was ineffective, and they didn't think there was any way to detoxify it except that it would expire in time. Our pharmacist drew the same conclusion as the court magician and even the high priest. What grade of panacea did you spray?

"Quaternary burns?

Rayot listens to Macro's answer and accidentally laughs out loud.

"You're a boulder. Which transcends ordinary people's common sense in a diagonal direction."

"No, there's not even that many rare ingredients for a separate quaternary panacea. Just don't have a hundred par success rate, make it normal even in Mio."

"Do you understand what it's like to say that even that Mio is smarter than the medicine we have?

"Really?

"Oh. So where the ingredients were, it's not that easy to make a quaternary panacea or anything like that. In the case of court pharmacists in our country, even the fifth grade potion has a good chance of failing, and to reach the fourth level, make it, but can you make ten and make one?

In the eyes of Hiroshi, the pharmacists in this country are roughly skilled enough to fold back the intermediate. I nod and make it look somewhat convincing to Rayot's statement in support of its content. As a matter of fact, until I met them, I didn't even get to meet the talent that is reaching intermediate in this human being, so I would be in a relatively good range even if I just said I was in intermediate or looked at the whole world.

In the first place, grade four potions can only be made decently about Lauren, the academic country. Among them, panacea is a bit more challenging, and at the fourth grade, many bottles are not exported a year. Inevitably, we conclude that it cannot be used to interrogate assassins.

It should be noted that once taken, alparenone will continue to work for about two weeks, and you cannot skip a panacea after Grade 5. So it shouldn't normally happen that if you give them medication before they shake your job, they will betray you as a result of losing the medication where the results fell.

Because of this, not just alparenone, but many poisons and special medicines require somewhat more advanced magic or medication to eliminate the effects, even though the arms needed to make them are at the primary level. Needless to say, Emilrad is also classified as a poison of its kind.

"If you ask me, if I can't make a fourth-level wheel, I wouldn't be rattling about Poison Wolf's poison."

"Oh. So even if you're an assassin, you're unprepared for drugs above the fourth grade. It's something you don't normally do. It's normal for an executor not to have a lot of information where he's caught, and no one bothers to use a high level of panacea or anything to interrogate such a lower end. Well, not for questioning in this case, but for defense."

The truth is, that's even an unusual story. Besides, if you're going to take it for prophylaxis, I understand the story, but the idea of spraying it deliberately and letting the target aspirate as well, preventing suicide by poison, doesn't come first.

Naturally, if you act on that idea in the first place, the presupposing medication will be a much higher level of panacea than that. I don't normally get that stuff, and even if I do, it's not cheap enough to use it that way.

"Even so, is everything too much?

"Sure. Apparently, it's been working too well with that so far, and the sense of crisis that I said so has faded considerably. They replaced him a few years ago. There are also indications that the current chief was quite alarmed because he was an exceptional assassin himself. In the first place, I guess it wasn't right to say" head of the organization. "

"Akanyan. If a person in the underground says so while managing a crisis,"

"That's my best opinion. Well, anyway, thanks to you guys, there was an unexpected harvest. I don't think they expected the boulders to go backwards on disposables that they shouldn't have. He's been held captive."

"Are those the ones who are okay with escaping or something?

"With your fingers as the whole tribe, you're healing your wounds so you don't die. It will be difficult to escape with that one on the boulder. Either way, I'm forcing you to take the pills you kept from me to prevent suicide. We don't have to interrogate them, we have seized all the backbooks, customer lists, requisitions, etc., so the testimony of the executives is useless at best."

Rayot says it's a pretty good idea. The boulder is Wang Prince, what you do is black.

"So, what's the deal with that assassin?

"At this stage, you're about to call it a hold. Because I'm bogged down in color, it's not that hard to control, and I'm still thin on myself, so I honestly listen to what this one has to say. Honestly, there's no particular reason to rush the execution."

"... be careful not to fall asleep..."

"That's more like you..."

I blues knowing how the Macro, who heard Rayot crush, somehow controls her. If it's as you imagine, seriously, this king prince is ugly. What do you mean return the favor?

"Yes, yes. I'll make sure, is it time for something to eat?

"... something, all of a sudden the story flies, but why again?

"If we don't get ready so we can eat and move properly, we don't know when we'll be eating up."

"What the hell is going on?

"A bunch of cornered trinkets should do the last evil lift. I haven't finished checking everything out on the boulder yet, but there's no other way I can take it than by being held back by decisive evidence so far. Be ready with that intent."

Rayot's face is filled with noisy things to the end. I want you not to get involved in talking about ordinary people saying that, I want to say it out loud.

"How can rebels assemble this way so much?

"I guess it depends on how Baldo moves. Using summoning technique, even 10,000 troops can be summoned immediately if they want to. Most importantly, I don't think it will reach 8,000 in this short period of time where I have used their mobility capabilities to the fullest, but I have prepared them somewhat in advance, and 5,000, and I haven't been very helpful."

"Tell me something. Yeah, I don't think there's a lot of them.

"I can care less about the number of them, where they were summoned directly into the castle. Farlane's defense isn't that sweet."

I feel a hint of unexpected anxiety about Layot, who confidently speaks out. It is certainly not a major problem for five thousand or for there to come, such as the army, which, due to the structure of this castle, envisages the possibility of coming from the beginning. but what if this comes to 20,000 or 30,000?

"Hey, Ray."

"What?"

"What's their maximum mobility? I don't know what time is. Think about it."

"That's 25,000 Roano's the most. All the others are like bankrupt if they gather the biggest or the five thousand, so collecting them hard won't reach the seventy thousand. However, since the large majority are farmers who have only been somewhat trained, how powerful and convocative they will be at this time of busy post-harvest work. This is the same for all other lords. Mercenaries later, but this also costs money, so a lot of people shouldn't be able to hire them. In the first place, Farlane has many adventurers, but few mercenaries."

Rayot tells me the numbers that he was checking for when he was properly worried about what seemed to be a macro problem.

"Suppose you hired mercenaries to the maximum?

"A thousand would be a good place to gather all the mercenaries in the country. And then, financially, that's the limit."

"I see. So, if they all come directly into this castle, what happens?

"No problem. Fifty-five to sixty thousand of the seventy thousand are surely farmers. The magic of the temple can immediately render you powerless. Out of the remaining 10,000, there are about 10% that can be struck with a knight. In the first place, there are eight thousand knights residing in this castle."

"You were there..."

Bigger than expected, but if you think about it, Urs is a big city with over a million residents registered alone. Assuming that there were always three percent of the population, there would be 30,000 dedicated combat personnel. It is not strange, then, that the Royal Castle, the centre of politics, has about a third of its strength.

"That said, I have never prepared myself. If you can eat, just finish your meal and come to my office."

"Copy that. Sure, it looks like you should get ready for a lot of things."

We've never been better prepared on that premise than we have wild cards that can turn things upside down. Regardless, the wild cards on this side are Macro and Spring Vegetables, and the very organization that says the Evil Gods are beyond.

"So, where can I eat?

"I've already made it ready. Eat as much as you can."

"Yes."

At the same time as Rayot's words, he carries a sumptuous meal for a squire who had refrained outside to call it lunch. They were steadily preparing for the final showdown.

"Mio, stop that face"

"You look so, so useless?

This is a joint responsibility of everyone.

The Great Hall of the Temple of Alfemina. True harp begs for Mio, who looks a lot dissatisfied rather than unambiguous.

"True, what I did is a huge failure..."

Spring vegetables leak the words of reflection in sighs, drawing the magic formation as Mio instructed. As far as I know, this dialogue reaches a light double digit in the morning. He seems so shocked that he could afford to check until the end, but didn't notice until the end. We had a short, darker day together and acted as partners that we both acknowledge. It would be tough to tell her not to worry about it with her personality.

Because of this, the work they are currently doing is stage building to blur out all the people who have been invaded by their carelessness. Regardless of the aristocracy of the Catalina faction, it is not completely grasp when it comes to the level of servants, because it makes people who will be losing judgment think that they have not come up with measures of this magnitude, dare to avoid doing something with the song of spring vegetables until the end of the stage construction of the great hall where it is necessary, and no noticeable preparations have been made.

As part of the lower preparation, a magic team has been set up to replace the speaker in as many places as you can think of at the end of the sweet variance, and the operation has been checked during times when no one is present. So right now, we're on a steep pitch to see where the speakers were installed, install microphones, build magic formations for amplification and test speaker connections, etc. that we missed during the prep phase, but the process is delayed due to the plain sound of a macro down, and I honestly don't have time to be depressed at all.

"It's also a joint responsibility, Spring Vegetables."

"Well, since I've never done this before, I guess I usually assume..."

True harp nodding to agree with Tatsuya's words. Nobody thought that the highs that had planted it no longer assumed the possibility that the assassin was a woman at all. Later on, it is true that if we had kept Mio as well as the Macro waiting, this would have been avoided, and overestimating the Macro's defense and mental abilities is nothing but reflection.

"Master, it's sloppy..."

"He said it was impotent. When you're Raina, this time, it's just a big deal that you didn't mess with."

Tatsuya can make Mio say hard things by herself. When Rayot asked me that the feminism of the Macro would be at the maintenance level, I thought it was a sincere big deal. I haven't seen the scene just because I heard about Rayna, but I was even worried about the possibility that I wouldn't be able to reintegrate into society without joking when I thought about it in conjunction with the middle school stories I'd heard before over there.

Based on them, no, I don't have to. Mio's statement is a good place to be impotent, and although it is supposed to be a matter of exact scolding, the idea is that scolding her in adolescence with an honest argument is just repulsive and ineffective, so I'll keep this place to myself for now.

"It will always be..."

"Mio, I know how you feel, but don't rush me."

While exaggerating Mio's feelings, which cannot be said to be more precisely in love, which cannot be associated with longing for or love for a macro, the two elders tend to rush ahead with their young rather than young.

"It's the same with underwear, but I think it's too risky to make you do something that makes you less gender conscious, to the extent that you've been living with a woman for months and no longer have phobia."

"But if we don't do it, there's no progress"

"That's why I'm telling you. I don't have an ex or a child, and at least I'm talking about waiting until someone or Elle is completely unconscious next to me."

"... I don't want to see any more of my master in that respect or where he's suffering..."

Mio with an indescribably sad face and still won't change his claim. I also know that Mio is not saying it just because he is selfish, so I can only sigh two elderly people. Without having to test Mio's words, it is likely that he will continue to be hostile to women and fight them directly. At that time, as it is now, the life of the Macro himself is at stake.

But even the spring vegetables, which he would most trust a woman, are approaching without stress by a radius of about ninety-five centimeters. You can touch it if you step in and reach out, but it is a distance that requires action from the side of the macro to make contact without moving from the spot. Given that, I have to say, not yet.

It should not be left extra from the outside until the person has completely folded and overcome that wound, beyond what is probably not entirely consistent with the game's status and its mental strength and guts in the true sense. I know that, so I guess Spring Vegetables tries to pierce the normal as one made person while taking the distance, and Aeris doesn't dare to hide that favor while exploring the unburdensome distance she can afford.

Though their cares and efforts are mind-boggling, it is also certain that it is harsh to ask Mio to do the same.

"In the meantime, the toughest one is in person. Don't tell Hiro anything else yet, even if you're wrong about this."

"... I know..."

Mio himself knows that his words and actions have not been praised. However, they still fail to swallow their emotions and appear on the table as certain aggressive words and actions, which are not praised.

"In the meantime, I'm running out of time, so I'll hurry up and get ready. Mio, what else can I do?

"Brother Dae and Sister Makoto set up the finished guy where he was leaking. Sister Chun, the angle there is strange. And more pace."

"Roger, good luck!

Spring vegetables, instructed by Mio, to devote all their efforts to the preparation of this cathedral, which will be liver. Tatsuya and Makoto going to set up a small magic team to replace the speakers. The bottom preparation, which seemed not to make it in time, was the rendezvous of the macro, which managed to force it all to succeed in time at an overwhelming speed.

"Apparently, that Assassin Guild wasn't as good as the rumors"

Baldo hears a report of Assassin Guild devastation first thing in the morning and speaks out in a mixed tone of shame.

"I had assumed to the point of failure that I would no longer divulge information to the frying phrase that was caught alive. As a result, the guild itself will be devastated."

"Like other personnel, with all that evidence gathered, it is imperative that His Majesty's spearhead be directed against us on the boulder, no matter how strong the air is to evade the royal use of power. What are you gonna do?

"Let it be decided. We just need to get rid of the current royal family by exercising our strength."

Unexpectedly, the noblemen end up in Baldo, who said a few unscrupulous things.

"... we're not the only ones who can muster enough troops to drop Urs Castle, are we? Except for the Roano Marquis, he wasn't originally that capable of mobilizing."

"And now it's time to harvest. Many villages withhold harvest festivals at the end of the month. There are limits to expropriating peasants as soldiers."

"In the first place, yes. The peasants are well trained, but they are significantly inferior to the soldiers of Ursus on the boulder in all their equipment, skill and morale. How many were there?"

The aristocrats whisper how unscrupulous it is to drop the Ursus and abolish the Royal Family. No matter how little later, no matter how little loyalty I have to the current royal family, I don't have that much thought on the boulder.

"Soldiers you've collected, what if you sent everything directly into the castle?

"... No, I still can't. Once inside the castle, the soldiers gathered in the temporary conscription are useless."

Roano thinking a little into Bardo's suggestion and eventually returning the answer to his rejection.

"Why?

"It is the power of the Temple of Alfemina. The use of alfemina-like protection makes it impossible to move except for certain trained persons. If that happens, only a large number of deceptive soldiers could be unable to move properly, too. Or does Lord Bardo have the means to prevent it?

To Roano's words, now Bardo thinks a little. Ideally speaking, it would be quick to talk if the knights would even slaughter soldiers up the peasants, but I don't even think they would do that. For the same reason, regular soldiers would be rendered powerless with almost no dead men. Now that the amount of holy chi is decreasing, it's hard to kill the knights of Urs at once, even if Bardo sets them up directly.

"Right. If you're going to be powerless, you just have to kill them instantly. I don't know how much you can mobilize, but if you die a total of three thousand, you can cut one of my trumpets."

"Are you insane!?

After thinking about it, for now, I come to the selfish conclusion that I should kill these guys miserably and replenish my holy temper. Unexpectedly one of the nobles screams at Bardo's crazy opinion. I don't care if you say otherwise about the life of the folk grass or if you don't pick too much, I don't think you have to worry because it will increase on its own, but still saying that we will kill the soldiers we mobilize is too bad to hear about anything.

"What are you talking about now?

"Roano Marquis...?

"You've known for a long time that this man was insane, right?

With a deep deep sigh, Roano says it out like he gave up. Most importantly, he doesn't realize that he's already been so distracted that he can't turn back.

"But you can't let a boulder kill thousands of soldiers for no reason. I will not conscript from the people, I will only move private soldiers."

"So, how many are there?

"The number of people that can move quickly is about two thousand. That's it, I kept it mobilized during yesterday. But more than that, it is impossible to tell the boulders today and immediately because they must also gather the people scattered in the towns and villages of the territory".

"Right. There's no reason to take the time, so that'll be enough. And the others?

Nobles who listen to the words of Roano and tell their numbers one after the other.

"There, if you combined Mazrac's private soldiers, would you manage to get about seven thousand..."

"With that said, what about Count Mazrac?

He said, "Drop Urs Castle. He's getting ready."

"What about betrayal?

"No way. The scratch on his shin can't be helped enough to bring this information to the royal family."

To a word of Baldo, who saith softly, they have no choice but to remain silent, that of the same hole.

"Well, I'd just like to make up my mind by night if I can, but will you be ready in time?

Even as Bardo drew his face to the deadline indicated, he nodded in a sense of disapproval and so on. In fact, if we pull until tomorrow, first of all, no doubt, every human being on this occasion will be held in captivity. It takes a day to check and scrutinize the information, more than it has been since the date changed that the assassination guild was devastated. No matter how much Rayot, there must be more than that respite than not being able to detain nobles based on material that hasn't all been confirmed yet.

"Finally, Master Catalina"

"What could it be?

"In the worst case scenario, it could completely change the shape of this country, but no problem?

"You just have to perish, like a country that didn't accept me."

Catalina laughs inadvertently and says something quite selfish. The word became a de facto go-signature, and their plan to rebel was to move.

The beginning of the coup d 'état, later part of modern Farlane history as a chaos in Catalina, was at dusk.

"... sounds like it's time to come"

"It feels like I'm ready in time."

At the Temple of Alfemina, I picked up a massive metastatic reaction that appeared in the courtyard of the main entrance, and Rayot and Horn mutter. A Japanese team with a tight face to the word. Honda is nominally on the spot as an escort, in fact, by the Alfemina shrine. At present, the temple is awaiting the royal family, with the exception of the non-combatant Queen and two side chambers, who are not suited to the role of bringing out the enemies, Catalina, as well as preparing for evacuation. The queen and two side chambers have already evacuated to the workshop at their own discretion, and the only royal family who is incapable of fighting on this occasion is the Aeris during the ritual. However, Elaine is somewhat anxious to count as a force because of her physical fitness problems, so this time it counts for the side to be protected.

Doga and Raina are standing by between the castle doors to invite Miss Reed, and Julius and a few of his men as escorts for Elaine and Aeris in their place, as well as the maid with her to take care of Elaine around herself, are on this occasion. Also, while the place is only natural to the place, there are clerics inside the temple, including the Great Clergy, but there are no other temple officials besides the Great Clergy in the Great Hall where they now stand by.

"Mark, what's the status of the evacuation?

"At least, all the humans who aren't caught up in it are over. Thanks to Harna singing a song, it went a lot easier."

"What's the matter with the people who are caught up in it?

"We put them all together and temporarily threw them into the dungeon. However, we have not been able to rule out people who are not caught up in the song, but are affected by the implication, and we do not have time to sort it out otherwise with people who are too late, and at best we restrained them together without doing anything more than separating men and women, so it may become a problem later."

"This is an emergency. Besides, in a weird way, if you've lost consciousness listening to a song, it's safer to stay in a sturdy dungeon than to grab you poorly into a shelter."

Nod one to Mark's report and say a word that could be considered an escape route. Even though we were getting ready down there under the water, we can't afford to do everything perfectly on the boulder. Sometimes the Roanos moved faster than expected, but the truth is that there were too many people to take care of them that much. Besides, it's not so wrong to say that dungeons are safer in times of need. To keep criminals out when something happens, the dungeons have top notch sturdiness in the castle.

"Brother."

"The doll is up and running properly. There is no problem with the placement of soldiers. But the boulder is the master craftsman. We didn't even know it was fake."

"It doesn't make sense if you know what I mean."

A macro response to Avin's dialogue. Together, we look at each other like we were surprised to hear it. It is useless to say this now, but it is not something that can be prepared for the reason that it makes no sense if you know it, such as a doll that is so elaborate that you can't even see it from within. Naturally, it is a kind of magic prop, but even Mio can't make enough to deceive his body, so you know how difficult it is.

"Let's get back to it. Sister, how are you?

"As good as running and running, no problem. And there's a secret weapon, and you have absolutely no problem with magic in the first place?

"Right. Then, Julius, Mark. Ask for my sister when I have to. My brother is your father."

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Rayot picks up the metastatic response and then continues with a pale final confirmation. Hiroshi flies the instructions to Mio, taking advantage of the words.

"As I said in an advance meeting, when His Highness Elaine escaped, Mio followed and supported her. We'll stay and stop."

"I know."

"However, depending on the circumstances, you may be asked to stay here, so it's ad hoc around here."

Copy that.

Confirm the roles that have been finalized since the beginning. Because we're transferring large numbers, or the metastatic magic isn't over yet. At first glance, if you have a high level cancellation system, you usually have just enough time to interrupt and disable it, but this kind of massive transfer magic is pretty hard to interrupt and crush. If you imitate that poorly with force moves, it won't be a busy thing to distract and alienate the space, or to sway back and take away the place where something was supposed to shift.

So even if we know that a great army is coming, it is an implicit understanding that we will never get our hands on it during the activation of the metastatic magic.

It should be noted that by magic other than royalty, it is not possible to transfer directly inside the castle, but this many troops jump into the site because Catalina is directly involved. There is no country in history that has so far been able to overcome this flaw.

"See you, Grand Priest."

"Yes, sir."

The Great Cleric who receives the King's word and activates the technique he was prepared to do. Amplified by artefacts planted in various parts of the temple, it instantly covers the entire castle of Urs.

"Hmm...... Apparently, most of them have resisted."

"How effective?

"At best, you just said a thousand. But you can't do what you usually do."

There are two techniques that were planted in the Temple of Alfemina. One is the art of unconditionally sleeping humans with less than or equal to a certain combat ability. Another is the technique of exerting heavy pressure on an opponent whom the royal family or the Temple of Alfemina perceives to be enemies. Basically, it was prepared assuming a case of direct attack on the castle, like this one, but this is the second time it has actually been used and this is the first time it has worked.

As a result, if the Temple of Alfemina is so corrupt as to be evident in anyone's eyes, or if the Royal Family persists in such bad governance that it cannot be said, the effect of this technique will be almost gone. In previous generations, the technique itself was not activated because of problems with the royal family, but this time it did not fall under either category, so the technique seemed to function properly.

It should be noted that the statement that the Great Cleric worked for a thousand, is the number of the two that could have been rendered powerless by the former technique. He seemed to be mostly a properly trained soldier, only able to summon to the boulder in this short time. That said, proper training, where I said, the degree of skill in local lord gestures does not even reach the lowest limit of the Knights of Urs at the best. If the numbers are about the same as each other, there is no losing line because of the local interest.

"As for this one, I knew it would not work much from the point of view of numbers. It would be enough if we could disable a thousand."

One nod to the King's words, Rayot launches a demonic prop to see what's going on out there. It's a centuries-old artifact that was rolling into the treasure trove of the castle.

"Now, from here on out, I just have to leave it to the troops outside for a while. See how Ernst and Raina are doing."

It was Rayot who told him so in a strangely relaxed manner, reflecting the turmoil that began in the courtyard and the humiliation in the entrance hall.

"I thought you were caught as a criminal, didn't you get in pretty well, disqualified woman? You mean there's a man who can hold me, even with that colorless body? I'm glad you like getty things."

Mazrak Knights Commander, O'Donnell Martoon, went on to provoke Rayna, as usual. Not surprisingly in the dark, in the distance, mistaken for a macroscopic, that face has an inferior grin that would have no other option than to be disgusted if she were a woman, even if she were not Raina, giving an atmosphere in which she doesn't think she has the right personality to be the head of a group named the Knights. To be honest, there's only one place where standing behavior looks oddly dull, such as what we have in common with the Macro, and where we're dissipating Hetaleola at any rate.

His men, who refrain from being around him, also start insulting Rayna, who can say whatever she wants with an equally inferior laugh, scattering an atmosphere in which she can't even flatter herself. Some of these dialogues are so nasty that even the word sucks is so life-tempering that it is not strange to be disillusioned with a creature called a man if she is a normal woman.

If you reach this point, it's really just a low-level, lower-body, direct line dialogue that is sure to be eating the Oxide Circle hit without question before you say the last word. If you are honest and decent nervous, it is at a magnificent and acceptable level to be treated the same as this simply by saying you are a man. Just to be clear, in some cases it was even more so with chimps and yakaras.

"Is that all you want to say?

Rayna, who finished listening to her opponent all the way through, says it back in a chilling manner. Until now, Rayna, who was so angry at me as to be funny with this degree of provocation, will remain calm and responsive this time without even showing how angry she is. The Mazrac Knights clap out at the look of it and feel strangely poisoned.

"I see. I mean, if they're involved in this kind of thing for four or six hours, I don't know what else I can do to dislike a man."

"As much as I'm ashamed that I was using this as a man's standard,"

"Well, not now."

It would also be natural not to be seen with much good eyes if there were a mix of women with extreme combat abilities like Raina in the Knights of Men's Society. I can't admit this kind of difference in strength inside, only pride exists proportionately for bad things of a high nature, so it's not strange that people who don't want to be too involved in this hand attack their gender and personality.

But that's not the case with people who keep their pride by laughing down at the irresistible physical traits of others, such as stretching their strengths to what they call first-rate. With all that strength, you'd be grinning at Rayna's training herself as a knight in the first place, and her desperate efforts to grow her strength. Conversely, unless you are born with enough talent to be able to do so, you can't turn away from my differences in strength, rest assured by following down only the parts you can fool, and the likes of people who neglect to brush themselves up, etc.

I didn't realize that, and no, the result of keeping turning away while I was aware was now about to appear in the most brutal form.

"In the meantime, let's hear one thing"

"What do you want to hear, cowards knighted with their bodies by feminine disqualified body shape habits?

"Even a woman who says she's knighted because of her body, no protective equipment, even a knife, can be tailored one-on-one, about a bursark bear, but I guess you guys can, naturally?

To Raina's inquiry, now the faces of the Mazrac Knights are distorted into humiliation. Contrary to what they call the Knights, their combat ability is to the extent of a Class VII adventurer. I mean, I tend to consolidate my whole body with high quality equipment, only to the extent that I can finally compete properly with Bar Circ Bear. Just like Doga and Raina, there's a minority of people who can afford to seconds kill a Bar Circ Bear with just regular clothes and knives, but all the Urs based Knights can easily beat a Bar Circ Bear if they have a common leather armor and a normal, particularly superior sword or spear.

Slightly stronger than the average soldier for the quality of his gear, but the weakest group to be named the Knight of Farlane, is the Mazrac Knights of today.

"You make fun of people, so do you have the strength to do it? Then why don't you show us your strength, not just your big mouth?

Contrary to usual, Raina is more provocative. If you're a person who knows her normally, you must be surprised by this sight. I said how much I deplored my futility additions and subtractions in one matter with the Macro, and I flaunted myself over reflection, and it's only been a month or so. If you can behave like this to that extent, there's no reason to go wild from the beginning.

As a matter of fact, there's teasing about this. When this operation was decided, in order not to waste anything on the opponent's provocation, he asked Higashi to sit down and prepare consumables for provocative crushing that would cool down his head. It is a way to wonder how much I don't trust myself, but this time it did its job, and I was able to clean through the storm of cursing gossip that didn't have to be Raina to cut and not be surprised.

"Or can't we even challenge the disqualification of a woman who has that many heads and can only sell her charm to a special sexuality man and her hubby grandfather who sees such garbage scraps?

"Let me tell you...!

Their words are taken backwards and looked down on by the one they have ever despised. The anger of the wanderers boils over the fact. The Mazrac knights forget that the two people in front of them do not even put the Cerberus trisomy in their teeth, and decide to raid to ask for the number of advantages.

"I just said how strong they are, they're only two! I'll teach you how to disqualify Grandpa Lu and the woman!

I raise my voice to O'Donnell's decree, and the line goes into nothing unscrupulous. When they laugh with their noses at how it hasn't happened, they flaunt the prey in their hands without any twist.

"Ha!

"Noah!?

"Bye!!

The Mazrac Knights are kicked off by that casual blow of motion, which feels like how much a mountain is. They didn't know. In this world, when the difference in strength opens up so far, it's pointless where the difference in numbers has been thousands of times greater.

"At all, they're lukewarm people who get stunned by Grandpa Shu."

"It would be like this if it wasn't accompanied by the contents, even if all the armor was fine"

"To this extent, I don't even feel like losing pieces, even if I'm eating binds like I did in Piaranok."

Just one blow. Having been completely shattered in morale in just one blow, the Mazrac Knights begin to try to escape with heartfelt fear for the two derisive words. Douga is stunned for a moment by those who forget their position and try to hit the run, and decides to take the means not to let them escape the next moment.

"Don't run, you cowards!

He develops a huge fighting spirit from all over his body, intimidates the private soldiers who tried to escape and pushes them to the spot. out-face, intimidating collective provocation. A move that I also taught Hiroshi is said to be a must for the avant-garde. The more proficient Doga is, the more fearful he is, the more he can even take away the option of saying he will escape.

The Mazrac Knights finally realized that there was no option for them to go home alive.

"Time to get your next one"

"I'll allow it."

Catalina nodding at Bardo's words. Baldo, only on shape but with permission and moving on to the next step as planned.

"Well, let's have a good voice."

He smiles insanely at him and does some magic against the rebels who are at a disadvantage in front of him. At the next moment, it was a hell of a painting of an annoying cry that spread into the courtyard.

Some are abruptly burned by the Fire, and some have no foretaste, and their whole bodies rot. Those who were swallowed whole by the large mouths that appeared in the void, those whose feet became bottomless marshes and were suddenly dragged into them. All we have in common is to say that we didn't die instantly as one person while that was all we saw, and we continued to suffer until we lost our minds.

In the first place, the rebel soldiers were only a group, the majority of whom were assembled by order of their lords without being taught anything, and suddenly forced to engage regular knights in the courtyard of the castle. I pretend to be fighting in front of lords and commanders, for now, since the first surrender recommendation, but that will is so low. If there is a second surrender recommendation, it will be followed immediately, and in the position that he was ordered without being given details and only followed without being able to refuse, all human beings who, if surrendered, would not be charged with a great deal of sin.

It was the general soldiers who were just unlucky for almost everything to say so. Almost all of them didn't do anything bad enough to get killed that way. There is no such thing as squeezing out common inhabitants among the rebels at all, but unfortunately the eyes of the royal family have become tight over the last decade or so, and such lawlessness is no longer easy to do. Not some people have been passively involved in them, but most of them are people who have protected their territory from monsters and outlaw damage, just because they happen to be soldiers at this time.

They are not the kind of people who are taken for granted in such eyes.

"Hey, what!?

"What do you mean!?

The knights who were responding could not contain their agitation at the abrupt and overly gloomy sight. Originally, there wasn't anything I thought about them. Whatever it was if they were getting serious, like some of them, I didn't mean to trump them for real only continuing to fight on shape. In fact, the soldiers, who were in the outer perimeter for 10%, were quickly stripped of their weapons after a one-in-two meeting, and were cut out of consciousness and eliminated from the battlefield with a blow that took care not to leave any sequelae, so they luckily did not have to get caught up in this nightmare.

"How many traitors is it that you say it's your chivalry to kill in this way!?

One of the survivors screams out forgetting me to too many sights. The knights, who heard the voice and returned it to me, complained.

"What's in it for us to imitate such a hassle!?

"In the first place, if you're going to kill us all, we're done for a long time!

"First of all, if you're going to, there won't be a reason not to stab the people rolling there!

I can seriously yell, leaving it to my anger to dominate my opponent pretty rough. I'm suspected of imitating such an outward path itself on such a miscellaneous fish opponent. It's nothing but an insult to them.

"I don't know who it is, but we've got him under control the way you want! Come out!

Where a rebel commander has spoken of surrender, a Kingsguard Knight captain commanding a unit in the courtyard barks at the unsuspecting culprit. In response to that voice, Bardo shows himself before them.

"It's still you...!

"What makes you so dissatisfied when I say I saved you the trouble around the corner?

"You won't need to bother with someone with a way to get your back fingers ripped off if you prune your consciousness!

"Beautiful is fine, but traitors are dead anyway. So whatever way they die, they deserve it, right?

"Our penal code does not deliberately make it a capital offence, such as a miscellaneous soldier with no right of veto over an order!

A battalion leader who earnestly remembers his anger at Baldo for saying whatever he wants with an interpretation that is convenient to him. A rebel commander, who had been listening to the exchange, reveals his anger just like a battalion leader.

"You must have sent us here in the first place! Why would you slaughter an army that's supposed to be on your side?

"On your side? What are you saying?

Baldo gets the look of a commander who hears a bullet and says he doesn't know what he's really talking about. Though I see no need to see laughter engulfed in its tone, I see an intention to provoke it.

"Whatever it is, you have clearly violated the laws of the country! I'm not gonna let you get away with this! Today is the day I slap that neck!

"Oh, my God, I'm scared"

With the temper of the battalion captain, Baldo pretends to look frightened in a loose way. More and more anger voltages are coming up in provocative attitudes, and knights are likely to push their limits. I just tried to launch an attack that I couldn't stand anymore, and Bardo moves on to exercising his powers again.

"I still have a job, too. Let me resist a little, because you can't stop being murdered at all."

Speak those words shamelessly, and activate the only technique. At that moment, a dense temper fills the courtyard, transforming the remains and unconscious soldiers of the rebels who have just been slaughtered.

"What!?

"You, how far do I care to insult people!?

"Insults? What are you talking about? All you have to do is clear up the grudges of the people you killed for no reason. But for all who live."

Slightly laughing and saying bad taste, Bardo slowly walks away from the scene after calling in about ten more Cerberus. What was left on the spot was a hellish sight: an immortal monster with a bad taste and a rebel soldier who was forcibly degenerate and disingenuous, corrupted by merely half a mutant monster, a Cerberus who only stays and expands the pollution caused by air, and a Knights who, reluctantly, had to cope with them, chewing their teeth and waving their swords.

It was still the macro that first noticed the discomfort.

"Something's wrong."

Hearing that twinkle, Rayot turns his rugged face toward the majesty.

"Is something wrong?

"I don't know what to say, but I think something's wrong"

"Specifically, can't you explain it when you ask? What do you think we should do?

"There's nothing I can tell you clearly, but I think it's time the people who should be evacuated started evacuating. Yes. Whenever it comes to battle, I won't let it happen."

Having heard the words, the king and Elaine begin walking towards the secret passage they plan to use by checking the minimum baggage. Neither of us seems to be willing to question the words of the Macro in any way.

"Mio, please."

"Roger that. Master, be careful"

Neither do you.

As per the meeting, Mio follows a line of kings to begin evacuation. It should be noted that the evacuation destination, like the queens, is scheduled to be Honda's workshop. To my surprise, Honda's workshop actually has a more robust defense than the Temple of Alfemina. The Azma Workshop, which looks somewhat old and large enough to be surrounded by walls, is a small fortification-like building that physically begins with a siege weapon back from the front, with magic defenses and magic resistance that are not very different from the Hiroshi himself, and even grand magic that in some cases cancels it. It incorporates a system that also purifies poisons and curses before they break into the premises, and on top of that, if you think about the level of technology in this world, which you don't know what you're thinking and solidifying so much into bees that malicious humans can't even get closer to the paying line in the first place, you have a defensive capability that can be considered perfect as a building of this size.

Hon and Mio Iaiku, defense equipment that only hand-held materials were possible because of this level of site area, but defense equipment is not the only troublesome one. The capacity of the warehouse, which found free time each time the material was gathered and repeatedly expanded, also plays a role in the fortification of this workshop. If you think about the amount of ingredients that will be newly brought in each time you request or collect them, or the amount of supplies, including seasonings that Hiroshi will enrich if he finds time to spare, you can still accommodate all those involved in the Temple right now, but if you want to, you can afford a cage for two months. It has the ultimate shelter function, allowing some people to procure food externally and even pull it off until they die of aging unless they are attacked by an ancient dragon class.

Needless to say, this excessive defense is the result of a hobby and occupational disease stirred up by a hobby that had excess material. Regardless, it wasn't like this from the beginning, but it was only when we found subtle hand waiting times like rough heat removal that we made modifications to the modifications that we no longer knew what the facility was for, at the level that the gawa and contents were separate. Most importantly, Tatsuya and Makoto, who secretly love this kind of secret base gimmick, stepped in the accelerator without braking like they usually do, is also the cause of overdoing it.

Then we may have to evacuate you from the beginning, but all the humans who could be used as scavengers were left here because Baldo needed to be able to detect that they were in the temple. Plainly, there are only about the samurai who have no combat skills at all, because they did not hesitate to decide on this operation.

"Is that it?"

As we watch His Majesty the King, who began the evacuation, Spring Vegetables realizes that one person who is supposed to travel with us is not trying to move at all. A leading samurai Oria with a girlfriend, also known as Elaine's belly heart, stands somewhere blurry with nodding eyes, ignoring the Lord who began to move. Seeing it, I have a very unpleasant feeling but decided to speak up.

"It could be dangerous here. Evacuate quickly."

Turning his face to the spring vegetables he has spoken to, he comes closer with a soothing grin. Seeing that smile, spring vegetables run cold on the spine.

"The evacuation route is that way!

Shake off that fear and speak up again just in case. The alarm goes off at the maximum volume in your head. Something's wrong. Something is wrong. If this happens, you might want to beat him down, stun him, and have someone carry him. With such a noisy thought, I just got my hands on my favorite rapier, who I've become familiar with about the extension of my arm.

"No, Master Harna! Get away from her, please!

Aeris, who jumped out of between rituals, sends such a warning out loud. Spring vegetables trying to keep a short distance from Aeris' words. What Elaine and the others saw, who stopped by surprise at the voice and looked back unexpectedly, was a startling sight.

"Master Harna!?

What humans on the spot saw was Oria diving into the nostalgia of spring vegetables that were supposed to have taken her distance, smiling with a mixture of madness and poking a knife emitting a disastrous aura at her flank.