A fortress built inside a canal that serves as a border, surrounded by walls - that's the Fortress of Isle Rose.
Around the fort there is a moat and water is drawn from the canal. I can imagine how many windows for archers are built on the walls inside the moat, and it rains arrows if enemy soldiers try to cross the moat.
(This is the front line... don't make me realize that again)
The bridge across the moat can only be hung from the main gate on the east side. A gate made of marutai was raised and a bouncing bridge was handed over to welcome our line from the soldiers of the fort.
Crossing the bridge there is a courtyard where carriages can be parked. When we get down, your man will pick up the fare and go out again.
His Royal Highness Astina and the others get off the horse and go inside the fort. So, for the first time, Mr. Raquel took off his iron helmet covering his face - his green brunette hair, which fit inside.
I drive that huge horse and get the impression of being quiet and sober from her appearance than I can imagine from the way she manipulates a spear. The line is thinner than I imagined.
(Well... normally, I can't shake a spear taller than myself in that heavy armor. She's a Demon Warrior.)
People with magical talents, but who do not learn magic and use magic to strengthen their physical abilities, are called demon warriors.
Once you become a Demon Warrior, you can't saddle into the magician's path. Similarly, a magician cannot be a Demon Warrior - I imagine Mr. Raquel became a Demon Warrior without daring to learn magic.
Then I'm also convinced to wield a rigid, unopposed force without losing my femininity, not a muscularly lumpy, forged body - no, I'm being forged, but I don't mean my muscles are enlarged, and my neck muscles are lax.
Mr. Raquel leaves the spear with his men and walks over here. I didn't need anything - I kept picking up the troops that came inside the castle gate.
What came in is one knight - in charge of a trident spear, riding a beautiful horse with asparagus hair.
Pot gold on a short, blue hair, how brave, but somewhere childish to stand and do it - it won't be the same as the Meena I met earlier.
"I'm home, Captain Raquel. Is that the new military doctor?
"That's right. Don't scare me too much."
"What sweet thing are you talking about? If the doctor came, my job would be complete."
"... I will tell Master Astina that Glass... will be in the evening about the meeting with that doctor. Presha, if we don't bring you in safely, we'll punish you."
"I know. If this is the right job, we'll have a long relationship."
A woman called Presha turns this way. You have a nostalgic grin, but you feel more compelling than some woman named Diete, or Captain Raquel.
"I'm Presha, and I'm the attack captain here. I acted separately from Captain Raquel today, and I called it policing in the realm... the bad guys I caught have a hard mouth. We're going to have to get him to throw up information."
"I say Glass Weed... make me throw up information, it's..."
Presha smiles, as she says she doesn't even have to ask. But those eyes aren't laughing.
"Yes, torture. Don't think it'll help if the doctor follows you so you can't talk too much. It's heavy for my first job, but you're gonna do it."
That wasn't a question, it was an order. His Royal Highness Astina, Captain Raquel, and Mr. Diete - all acquiesce in Presha's actions.
"... Dear Glass, such an order requires..."
Mr. Rendle also sees the current air as unusual and cares about me.
I called a military doctor to put me in the presence of torture. I was going to let you do this job from the beginning - a job that no one would want, a job that torments and corners people.
But it's the same with Mr. Presha who has to do it. Instead, if she's been in charge of torture ever since, I even respect her for the evil she's been responsible for. Because the people of our kingdom have been protected, without exception, by the Knights who are fighting and guarding their security at the borders.
"... this is also an important task for the Knights. I'll be there, too."
"Yeah... sounds like you've got a lot of nerve. I don't hate those with bones."
Mr. Presha's men are bringing the prisoners into the fort. And she walked out urging me to follow her.
"Don't worry, Mr. Rendle. I'm not being ordered either."
"... Yes. If that's what Mr. Glass said..."
I don't know how torture in the Knights is always carried out - if you mean to have me present, a military doctor, to keep the prisoners from dying, I suggest my way.
If it's just to extract information, we don't need tragic torture or anything. I hope Mr. Presha understands that - even if my newcomer needs to be ready to die to give his opinion to the attacking captain.