Legend

The tent at the headquarters of the Bestian Imperial Army. One man in it was yelling.

"You idiot, I would have guessed from the start that the enemy's attacks would be intense! We knew the Count Arius, who was also the general of the enemy, would be attacking hard to regain that failing! Focus on defense now anyway. Enemy attacks are intense, but that's why we can't maintain this momentum for long. Wait for the enemy's shortness of breath before striking back.... Theorame, if you have an unworthy alias for flashing too, show me that much strength!

The man is over 2m tall and equipped with a black dyed half plate armor. Are you shaving or not growing a single hair on your head, and now a few blood vessels are floating up, dyed red with anger and excitement, as though they are replacing it.

I'm in my 50s at my age, like I'm already an old man. But no one will be able to call this man an old man if they see his muscles stuck all the time wondering if this is still in that body.

He was hung up that could also be called the yelling voice of such a man, and Theorem shook his head with a cool face.

"General Castom, you have just spoken to yourself that Count Arius is about to regain his impotence. You can't leave this place empty more than it could possibly be."

Tell him that much, point his sensible and temperamental gaze at Custom, and continue with the words.

"Besides, if I were on the front line, the protection here would be thinner though?

Can you fight in peace in that state? An extra blood vessel rises up on the head of Custom in that word that I smelled extraneously.

"Do I look like I can't survive without you protecting me?!? The battlefield experience isn't so short as worrying weak people like you! You should go straight to the front and use that excessive alias to boost your morale!

Even though I can already throw words at me that I can even say insults rather than orders, Theorem doesn't change his expression... No, he even smiles thinly and nods small. Ning Ro, the cyans who had refrained beside it were moving their eyebrows more unpleasantly.

"Then there was life from General Castom, the general, and I will let him go to the front. As for the soldiers you lead, may I use Warcraft soldiers?

To such an inquiry, Custom opens his mouth with an unpleasant eyebrow.

"Right. You are better suited to lead such a monster than a human soldier. Do as you please. However, don't just imitate this army in vain! Show them how well you can work with that great alias. With that kind of credit, I'm sure Merclio will have a good face."

"... right. I certainly cannot say that I have achieved as much credit as I do in the present situation. I was wondering if it's true that under the circumstances, I can't see you with all my heart for Merclio."

In the present situation. When he uttered the word, he was more powerful than usual, but without realizing it, Custom turns with his jaw to the entrance to the tent and commands him extraordinarily to leave.

A small tribute to the Word, Theorem leaves the tent with Cyans. And.

"Dear Theorem, why are you telling such a person to be so good? Is it because General Castom is a second prince?

Get out of the tent or no, whisper like Cyans sounds only Theorem.

For cyans who rarely put their emotions on the table, their faces are uncommonly stained thin and red with anger.

Indeed, Theorem failed in an ambush. But still, they attacked a unit with an enemy general and shocked the enemy. Thanks to that surprise attack, he also succeeded in stripping powerful forces from the front line, such as monsters and princess generals, who are following Griffon. Had it not been for that ambush, perhaps the momentum would have been taken entirely to the side of the Royal Mileana Army, unable to withstand the fiery tornado and the onslaught of the advance troops, and would have lost as it were. Custom's words and actions weren't acceptable to Ciance when he said he was still able to fight another battle here because of that ambush.

But Theorem smiles small toward such cyanism.

"It's true that I failed the ambush. Even for Warcraft soldiers, this was the first time I put them in, so I was shocked. But we cannot impact this far from the next, more than the military side of the Royal Mireana has learned so much about the existence of a warcraft soldier. Besides, I used the metastatic stone, which is also a very expensive magic item, and still didn't consider Count Arius. General Castom hasn't said anything wrong."

"That's why I don't even have to take the words and actions that I despised Master Theorem so much!

"Calm down, Cyans. The soldiers around you are watching."

"... excuse me"

The cyans returned to me in Theorem's words, bowing their heads small.

I guess it's a terribly rare sight that Ciance, usually a calm deposition, is so exasperated that you can see it. The guards at the entrance to the tent and those in a battle posture around them are sending their gaze to Ciance as they gently open their eyes.

I realized that, and the cyans dyeing my face red in a different way than my earlier outrage.

It was Theoreme looking at his own deputy with a small grin, but when he eventually senses that his surrounding gaze is gone, he whispers at a size such as whether it will reach Ciance's ear critically.

"As I said earlier, I'm certainly in a bad position right now. You can see that by looking at General Castom's attitude earlier.

Cyans nodding small to Theorem's voice and prompting ahead of the story.

"But suppose what you report to His Majesty the Emperor was even greater than my demise... Now, do you think I'm to blame?

"That's... if that does happen, then Master Theorem is right, but could that happen in the first place?

Theorame snorts with a grin at the cyans who tilt his neck and ask.

"There's no doubt about it first. Anyway, there's an ambush unit of the Royal Mireana Army approaching."

"Huh!?

Breathe in unexpected words and look up at Theorem's face. Or isn't it confusing? I suspected, but it was a late act, but what was there was a pitiful glance and a thinly floated grin. I mean, it was the usual look of Theorem.

"Why do you think so?

"What, it's not a hard story. One Warcraft soldier left lying nearby, just in case, disappeared. You know how strong Warcraft soldiers are, don't you? I'm not weak enough to be killed like soldiers around here."

"That's what made you figure that out?

"Gilgoth called me."

That said, Theorem turns his gaze toward the tent where he came out earlier.

I don't know what means, but in the tent I received news from Gilgoth. That's why I flushed it away lightly even when Custom insulted me so much. Because there's no point in trying to be angry with someone who dies anyway. With that understanding, Ciance gently turns his gaze toward Theorem and toward the tent.

"General Castom is a powerful figure among the Second Prince in the sense of force. When unhappily seized in this war, the Second Prince will have considerably less influence"

"No way, aim at that from the start?

"That's the only way. Of course I was going to discuss Count Arius at first. In fact, with the feat of getting the ocean, it's impossible to cover up my feat no matter how General Castom moves. That will also increase His Highness Merclio's influence. If that had been accomplished, there would have been no complaints... but unfortunately it had stopped working. So I just decided to hit the next hand."

"You think that's to rule out General Castom of the Second Prince?

Theorem nods to the question asked with the meaning of confirmation.

"There are a total of four people who are currently after the Emperor's status. The first prince, the second prince, the first princess, and His Royal Highness Merclio, the third prince to whom we pledge allegiance."

"Of course I know. The biggest of these forces is the First Prince, and vice versa, the smallest of them is our Third Prince."

"Right. Now, if the second princess had an interest in the throne, she might have gone further down."

Theorem thinks of the second princess with a bitter smile.

It was said that it had a similar beauty and that beauty alone would surpass even the 1st Empress, but its character could not be said to be very sophisticated and should be described as a Ningro combat fanatic. That's why he ran away from the Bestian Empire about two years ago, unable to withstand the cramped life in the castle. Of course, the emperor ordered the Kingsguards, the knights, the army, and even the nobles to search, but they couldn't find him and dazzled him. For this reason, there were few 2nd Imperial factions, but they have now become famous innocents.

"You're out of line. Anyway, it is the Second Prince who is right above us in force. General Castom, one of its second princely figures, will, unfortunately, try to get him to leave here. Make it a fierce general, old general. The only person who can combine harshness and strength is Merclio."

"... ok. If that's the case, no problem. So we're not held accountable because we were on the front line when General Castom was debated."

"That's right. General Castom, you're on the front line by direct orders. The others there will take the blame for failing to protect the General."

"Still, I feel like I'm going to be blamed for the ambush failure, but is it really okay around there? The Second Prince's men may argue that the cause of General Castom's assault lies with the unsuccessful Theorem?

"As for the area, I can't help it. In fact, the ambush failed. But still, there is no way to imitate those who fail to protect the General directly from me. For example, if I hadn't joined the Merclio-like faction, I might have been able to push that through."

"Really? Now let's head to the front line before the ambush starts. We will summon the Warcraft soldiers immediately."

It was Cyans who returned the words to Theorem, but at that time, their gaze around them was on them… to be precise, they realized that they were gathering to themselves.

"Hey, after all, Master Cyans and General Theorem are made?

"You know that if you look at that, right? Yeah, and you're a jerk on the battlefield."

"... Dear Theorem, I knew there was no such thing as cyanism. I'm here."

"Tell him to stop. You can't beat Master Cyans."

With a slightly leaking voice, Cyans rapidly blushes when he learns rumors about what relationship he and Theorem are in. That is not the red of anger when he left the tent, nor is it the lighting that was seen by the soldiers around him where he was excited. It was a red of shame.

"As far as I'm concerned, I have a sense of superiority over the others if it comes to cyanism and rumors."

He turns his strong gaze only for a moment on Theorem's face as he tells him to tease, and leaves to give instructions to the Warcraft Soldier.

Teolame drops off the back of such cyanism and turns his gaze toward those who are not. Some of them followed that gaze with concern, but all that lies ahead of that gaze is the spread of the Seremouth Plains, nothing in particular.

But if you had amazing eyesight... and it was someone with about Seto's eyesight, you could have seen the ambush of the Royal Mireana Army at the end of Theorem's gaze. Of course, even for Theorem, the five senses and physical abilities are only ordinary people, so I didn't capture the ambush squad with that eye. But Theorem has men he can count on. A report from that subordinate gave us information that the Warcraft Guard he was currently placing in the direction he was looking at was dead.

This would mean that ambush units have already arrived just around the corner.

(It's enough to be chosen as an ambush unit, so perhaps the most elite of the Royal Mireana Army. Then there is a general anticipation of who is there. Princess General Elaine Kelevel. And... that man whose advance troops call him Deep Red, huh? There are other rumors that the Axe Elk of Thunder God is in this war. Now, even if there are dragon knights, how far can General Castom stand against opponents outside this standard?

"Dear Theorem, they say the Royal Mireana Army is stepping up its offensive on the front line. He said to go to the reinforcements immediately."

"Well, let's just say we're going. For our sake."

Nodding small at the words of Cyans, who have come ready to launch the Warcraft soldiers, Theorem leaves the main battalion behind.

May the ambush unit of the Royal Mireana Army succeed in its operations.