Legend

Seremus Plains, Bestia Imperial Army position.

In the tent near its deepest corner, a man sitting on his chair grins thinly and looks to the map in front of him.

He has glossy dark hair stretched out to his back, a face so neat that if anyone else sees what a man looks like they might even judge him a woman. But in his eyes resides a harsh will, that it is not enough to destroy all those who oppose him. No one would be the first to insult a man with this gaze. It is a gaze given to those who have seen so much acumen and will and so much fear that they cannot know the bottom.

Only in the land where fighting had been fought between the Bestian Empire and the Kingdom of Mireana for many years, both armies grasped the terrain in considerable detail and owned the map in the Plains of Seremus.

Among other things, the man decides that the map in front of this man was made confidentially by a man using some of them, perhaps the most detailed map of the Seremus Plains in the world.

In the gaze of such a man was not the centre of the Seremouth plain, which would be the main battlefield for this battle… but rather the area near the side of the Kingdom of Mireana in one way or another.

"... what's happening to those preparing?

A woman in her mid-20s standing beside her quickly opens her mouth to a man's grunt.

"Ha, the transfer formation is already ready and can be activated at any time. With Your Excellency's orders, you can always transfer behind the Royal Mireana Army and carry out surprise raids."

"You don't have a problem hiding the transfer team, do you?

"I was wondering if there was a problem with Gilgoth waiting somewhere on the transfer team."

A man with a thin grin at his deputy's explanation of calm and extreme.

A smile that, if it were meant to be, should be described as glossy with a man's righteous face. But the grin this man brings to mind is amazing as if to freeze his spine.

"Right. If Gilgoth is there, it is unlikely that the Transition Team will be found with those in the Royal Mireana Army.... time?

To the word of the Lord, a woman who takes a clock out of her pocket and confirms the time.

A watch that is inherently an expensive magic item, but in the Vestian Empire it was successful in reducing costs to such an extent that it would not be difficult to hold if it were an army officer due to the rapidly developing alchemy.

"If it's on schedule, it's about 20 minutes before the war starts."

"Right. Then it won't take an hour for the Royal Mireana Army's breath to stop."

"That's only if it goes according to our calculations. Especially since the information coming in here also confirms the appearance of Filma Dezier, also known as the right arm of the Duke of Keller, Princess General Elaine Keller, and Dasker Larks, famous both for being the central figure of the Neutral and the Mammoth, and there is a whole array of other figures famous for their aristocracy and neutrality..."

Listen to the woman report, and still, the man smiles thinly.

But that is not a fierce grin that floats in front of a powerful enemy. One way or another, it's a pitiful grin.

"You do realize that both aristocrats and neutrals are serious about what we do this time. As for that, I can understand it with the force that the other side has prepared.... but are those two factions the only ones who understand that? The Kings, who are the biggest faction and the main force, are not."

"Yes, the general of the Royal Mireana Army seems to be Count Arius."

"Count Arius? Surely there is no mistake in the candidacy. … assuming this war is the same as usual,"

A man with an ironic grin on his neat beauty.

"I thought Master Theorem was right. War of aggression, which is waged on a regular basis every few years. It's clear that the Kings have only that degree of consciousness, even in the General's candidacy."

Make sure the man fishes you, and the woman smiles too. But that grin is not very much but not as warm as people think when they hear it smile, it is an extremely cold grin that makes them even feel cold against the beholder one way or the other. There was only the deputy of Theorem, the Lord, and the same was true of the quality of the laughter that floated.

"Apparently, this one worked well. The shadows were drained, but if you still got all this, you're good."

"... As for the Ministry of Magic, I hear you've said a lot to Master Theorem about the loss of the life of an alchemist standing on your arm?

"Oh, that's the thing. Sure, Postgella was a good alchemist, but if the kingdom of Mireana caught her, it would be an inverted threat to us. In the first place, Postgella was too honest about her curiosity, regardless of her arm. If the Kingdom of Mireana had said that it would give adequate research facilities, perhaps it would have turned back lightly"

To Theorem's words, Cyans frowns slightly.

"It's good that alchemy develops, but what about the fact that few alchemists at its core have a decent personality?

"Really? Well, that may be true, but a decent personality...... I mean, in the holders of common sense thoughts and preferences, our country's alchemy would never have developed so far. Besides... do you think a common sense figure could tolerate the existence of a warcraft soldier in the first place?

When they say that, Cyans has no more words either.

Warcraft soldiers, who can be described as the secret weapon of the Bestian Empire. It is true that its performance is phenomenal, and it has the ability to work as many as 30 soldiers on its own without even a thousand. But in exchange for his abilities, he who becomes a Warcraft soldier loses much. Few people can withstand the treatment of becoming Warcraft soldiers in the first place and are very likely to lose their lives. Even if you can stand it further, the way you live as a person and even the way you look. Some people lose certain emotions and reason in some cases.

It would be difficult if they were to ask if an alchemist with common sense and ethics would tolerate a warcraft soldier who is such a being. Therefore, very few of the alchemists of the Bestian Empire are common sense. Because it was the Bestian Empire that protected the alchemists who had banished the magical city of Ozos for various reasons like illegal research in the past in the first place.

"Whatever.... Did you find him?

To a topic that suddenly changed from previous stories, Ciance thinks for a moment, but soon understands who his Lord is talking about.

"Ray, are you such an adventurer? Out of the way around the city of Gilm more than once."

"That's right. Ray himself could not confirm his strength, but he could confirm that he possessed a terrible amount of magic. Likewise, it follows the Griffon of the Rank A monster.... To be honest, this Griffon would be a more alarming subject than Ray himself"

Behind Theorem's brain, the figure of Griffon, seen in the final stages of the plot he set up in the city of Abu Ero, passes.

More than 5 km away, moreover, a monster who instinctively felt his presence even though he was lost in the darkness. Theorem himself had never seen Griffon before, but the rank A monster was a strong and engraved event in his mind that much existed.

But I didn't actually see the sight, just listened to it. Ciance leans slightly.

"Surely you won't be a good opponent to be caught off guard as far as you listen to Master Theorem, but still, are you a submissive in the end? So if we hold him back, Griffon won't care?

"No, that would be difficult, too. Like I said now, they have so much magic that they can feel it from more than 5 km away.... Honestly, it's subtle if I can win even if I fight from the front... no matter how well it carries, I guess the odds of winning are like 30% or not"

"... Dear Theorem, isn't that too much of a joke? As a proud and ever-winning general of the Bestian Empire, Theorem, with his flashing alias, can't win…"

Can my boss make jokes like this? It was a cyan with a grin on his sharp beauty while thinking that way, but he realizes that Theoreme's face isn't laughing at all, and moves his pimples and brows.

"Really?

"Do I look like I'm making a joke? No, I may say it sometimes, but I'm still not going to tell a joke when I'm serious"

"Oh, I can't believe Master Theorem can't win a fight for real."

It was cynicism as if it represented the word calm deposition as it stood, but I guess the current word was just incredible. Turn your gaze toward Theorem.

But even though I said you were more likely to lose if you fought, Theorem remained as calm as usual.... No, there's even a thin smile on its mouth.

"Dear Theorem? Was it a joke or something that you still couldn't win?

So I guess it didn't make sense that Ciance, the deputy secretary, asked.

Theorem waves his head small at words like that, and goes on with words.

"What do you say we fight and we don't win? If you can't win, you don't have to fight directly in the first place. I just need to finally free up the power of Ray and his submissive Griffon on the battlefield. Fortunately, the Kings, who have the most dragon knights in this battle, have brought in only a few or so dragon knights. The aristocrats seem to have some number, but we still beat the number of dragon knights. Then you can hold Ray down with that dragon knight, right?

It was a cyan with a look like I was convinced by Theorem's words, but at the next moment I sigh unfortunately.

"Surely that's all we have as it stands? With so many dragon knights who can move freely, that's all I can do to make fighting easier..."

"I can't help that. Nothing is too greedy. Let's just keep the non-standard power of Ray in check. If you don't have to do it in vain, you've never crossed it."

"When this happens, I'm afraid there's no one in Warcraft who can fly in the sky. According to the information coming up, Warcraft soldiers and Rays fought quite a bit against each other in the city of Gilm."

"For some reason, there is a good chance that using the Demon Stone of a flying monster to treat a Warcraft soldier will fail, and even if it succeeds, the upper management gave up the warcraft soldier of a flyable monster early. But if you're an alchemist, it seems like you're still doing research."

"As far as I'm concerned, I honestly don't like being a Warcraft soldier..."

To the words of a slightly frowning deputy, Theorem shakes his neck small, left and right.

"The Bestian Empire would certainly be the most powerful country around here. But still, it's not as powerful as not sending other followers. That would prove that, more than ever before, the Kingdom of Mireana has been defeated on the Seremus Plains, wouldn't it?

"... right. That's just my sentiment."

As the Bestian Empire, as a soldier, as a woman, and above all as one human being, Ciance had somewhere to think against the Warcraft Soldier. But still not so foolish as not to acknowledge its overwhelming strength. That was a woman named Ciance, who also served as the deputy secretary of Theorem, also known as Flash, in the Bestian Empire.

Seeing his own deputy like that, Theorem opens his mouth to comfort him.

"If we get the ocean, the power of the Bestian Empire will rise even further. Maybe we'll be able to fight like it or not. … and Merclio doesn't like Warcraft."

Behind the brains of the whining Theorem, the figure of the third prince of the Bestian Empire passes.

I was 15 and a lot younger, but I was convinced that its resourcefulness deserved to succeed the Emperor.

Successor fighting has not yet begun publicly because the current Emperor Bestia is still healthy with his 40s, but it still draws attention to who will be attached to whom already under the water. There are currently four persons who have the right to inherit the throne, and Theorem respects… No, the name Merclio, which he is trying to protect, is the name of the third prince. In terms of the right to inherit the throne, he is a person who is far from his status as the fourth and most emperor. But Theorem looked at the vessel as an emperor to his third prince before, and since then he has decided that the third prince deserves the next emperor, and has created a faction called the Third Prince.

This war brought in those in the military and the Ministry of Magic, and even brought out the Warcraft soldiers, which are secret weapons, to challenge them. We need the sea that the Bestian Empire has wanted for a long time to enhance the power of the Bestian Empire, while making it a step for the Third Prince to see the day.

(Yes, so you can never lose this fight)

I whine inside, and at that moment the fuzzy and unpleasant feeling passes the back of my brain.

One figure and one figure that has prevented us from plotting and plotting more than once comes to mind, but we immediately shake our heads and erase the remnants.

(Sure, he's strong, but if you turn the Dragon Knight, you can hold him down. Now anyway......)

"Dear Theorem, it's time to get ready. It's time to move over."

"... well. Then tell the Warcraft soldiers to be ready for battle too. We're going to give the Royal Mireana Army a deadly blow."

That's what I said, Theorem stood up.

What you need to grasp is victory and glory. It's all for someone with an emperor's vessel that he saw himself.