Legend

Time returns a little.

The morning of the day Ray battles Uytr in Game Five.

Even that day, Rhodos was training with Bratta.

That's also an extraordinarily intense training compared to what Ray and I were doing.

Some wounds heal using potions, so now both Rodos and Bratta use bladed weapons, even in mock warfare.

Of course, we try never to imitate each other as if it were a simulated battle, but we can still do something like a deep slash wound. I would soothe that in potion, but this potion was a fairly expensive substitute.

How expensive a substitute is it, like the potion Rodos prepared as a trump card in his game with Ray or more?

(Is there just a 1st prince around here?)

I shrug inside like I was impressed, with a potion hanging on my heavily slashed and torn arm.

I'm small and out of breath, but I still have room for Rodos' health.

... This would mean that Bratta's attack took a lot of damage while she could still afford it.

(Not yet...... right)

While mourning his own impudence, he turns his gaze toward the container of the potion, making sure the wound is blocked.

Initially, Rhodos offered to drink potion and train, but that was immediately rejected by Bratta.

If you do drink potion, you get a constant healing effect. And this potion, which I use like hot water, came from the decision that its constant healing effect would be more than just being of fairly high quality.

But the flavour of the potion is so unpleasant that it doesn't depend on its quality, it paralyzes the taste.

If that happens, it will interfere with the diet and consequently the diet to maintain the body.

"Hey, don't drink potion"

You perceived Rodos' thoughts, Bratta tells you so.

Nodding to it, Rhodes puts a lid on the potion container and returns it to where it was.

I was Bratta watching Rhodos like that, but I accidentally change the subject.

"With that said, I had information that the soul quenching bell would move, you know? I hope your target, Ray, doesn't get knocked down lightly."

Hearing the words, Rhodos stopped the movement in surprise for a moment.

……

With a grumpy look on his face, Rhodos heads to the building reserved for his own sleep.

Needless to say why. Because Bratta told me that the bell of the soul will move in earnest.

I have shown some fine movements before, but when it comes to moving in earnest, there is a lot of anxiety.

Above all, if Ray were to be defeated before he could rematch himself, it would no longer make sense that he was thus infiltrating the 1st Prince.

(Normally, Ray doesn't care. But according to Bratta's story, he was talking about poking a mindless gap after the Fifth World War. There is also the possibility that something could be done around it......)

While whining inside, try to look up at the sky and explore what's going on around you.

But if you try to make Rhodes more capable of detecting signs, even if someone is watching over him, you can't find him.

(In the first place, I'm a 1st prince, so some bandits with arms would be sneaky. Can't I sense that? But... there's no way you trust me as I am now. I'm sure a few of them are watching over me. Can't you imitate the devious when that happens?)

The very story of Bratta in the first place is also the possibility of a litmus stone against me.

As he walks to delude his inner agony as to what is wrong, he falls on the spot to see if the maid, who inadvertently walked from the front of Rhodos, has stumbled upon something.

"Yikes!

Short scream.

Neither as Rhodos, nor leaving a woman who may have been injured intact, approaches him scratching her head.

That's how I reach out with my gaze toward the fallen maid... I look at that face and my expression hardens unexpectedly.

Because the maid was a familiar face.

Person belonging to the third prince sect who temporarily rendezvoused when he stayed in the village on his way to the imperial capital.

"Cu......"

"Shit!"

Keuken. Stop Rhodos sharply for trying to say his name like that.

"You are being watched. Now pretend to help me as a maid of honor."

I nodded at those words whispered and gently reached out and stood up.

"And you were impotent. I didn't think you were infiltrating the 1st Prince. Thanks to you I had a hard time finding it."

"Sorry, I wasn't in a state where I could tell someone to dive in. Still, what would you have done if I'd really gone back to sleep?

"I wasn't too worried about that area. I had ink from your parents. Above all, you wouldn't imitate Master Vihella, would you?

"Gu......"

Rhodos, who didn't think he was known about his first love until Cuken, turns the story around like he panicked.

"What did your father and mother say?

"Your mother was more worried, wasn't she? Not so much for your father."

Standing up, pretending to lend a shoulder to Cuken, who pretended to have a frustrated leg, Rhodos walks out.

"Is this conversation okay? I'm whispering, but if it's someone you're watching..."

"It's okay. Fortunately, the guys watching you are pretty far away, so if you have a voice to this extent.... so could you pull something out of the other side?

"No, I guess I just got in. It's just that they say the soul bell will show movement after today's game for Ray."

Cuken is small and astonished by that word that came out of Rhodos' mouth.

Still, it's only an inner surprise, and I guess I'm used to the work of this hand around not being enlightened by the person who would be keeping an eye on Rodos.

"Why all of a sudden... No, where did the 1st Prince get the information on the Soul Bell from in the first place..."

"I guess there's only the 1st Prince in the area and there's a wide intelligence network. Anyway, I can't move because I'll be watched. So you let Ray know about this."

"That's sweet of you. Exactly......"

Rodos, who knew what he wanted to say ahead, opens his mouth with a small, bitter smile.

"I know I want to take Ray down, but that's in my hands. It doesn't make sense if someone else hangs on his hand and imitates him to death, then I came all the way over here."

"I see. A lot...... yes, I have a lot to say, but I'll leave that area to your parents, not me. Anyway, if I let Ray know about the Soul Bell, it won't be soon."

"Why? You should be more or less alarmed after the game. Think about it, even if it stinks slightly."

Rhodos' words flatter Cuken's eyebrows uncomfortably.

Try to keep an eye on this sight and it might have looked like Rhodos gave the maid a weird little.

"It's not bothersome or anything, it's not for that reason. Think normally. Do you think he'd make contact with Mr. Rodos under surveillance and leave me alone right over there, talking to him for quite a while?

"... I see"

So you can't make it? That's what I thought, Rhodos, but whisper to reassure Cuken.

"Rest assured. Sure, I'll be exposed to surveillance for a while, because I'm not the only one in the castle with nothing. It may take some time, but I'll still let you know somehow before Mr. Ray is attacked by the Soul Relief Bell."

Rhodos with a convincing look on that word.

Surely there can't be just one infiltrating the castle. In that case, if anything happens to the person, the contact will be completely interrupted.

"Right. Okay. Then please. And please contact the Dusker additionally. Bratta is in the 1st prince faction, but this guy is amazing."

"Bratta...... is it"

"You know what?

"Yeah, well"

It was obvious that that appearance with a bitter look was not a person with memories that could be less.

Decide that listening to any more stories would just upset Cuken, and for now mouth out the information you get.

"If you know Bratta, you may know this one, but the 1st Prince has about the same level as Bratta, or a few other guys who stand up better than that,"

"I guess. In the first place, because naturally the most powerful of the current candidates for succession to the next throne is His Highness the First Prince of Cabazide. Anyway, I understand your circumstances and information. I'll be sure to tell you this one, so please make sure Mr. Rodos is not suspicious. We were lucky to sneak into the enemy, though, so think about making the most of it."

Rhodos nods to Cuken, who pushes for caution and tells him not to take far-fetched action.

I snort... I can't believe Cuken when he sees it completely, though not very much.

Even though it was unavoidable, it did so in an arbitrary manner as to infiltrate the 1st Prince. I can't help but notice the behavior and see it with suspicion.

Nevertheless, it is a fact that I now have no choice but to believe in Rodos. Even if we are lucky enough to be helped, we have succeeded in diving into our enemies.

"I will try to make contact as much as I can pretend to be a coincidence, too. If I can't, please feel free to give me the information because whoever has this is in this hand."

Tell him so, and take the dagger out of his nostrils with care so that only Rhodos can see it.

That dagger with the characteristic sculpture in the sheath part certainly couldn't have been accidentally held by a completely unrelated person.

"Okay.... tell your father and your mothers I'm sorry for worrying."

"Okay.... Well, they'll definitely scold me when this thing's over, so I thought I'd be ready for that area."

He said so, bowing his head to Rhodos so that he could see from around him, and Cuken left the scene.

One female soldier inadvertently shows up from the front as Ray heads to the modem after the game with Uytr.

(Soldier? Something wrong?

It was Ray, who wondered if there was any kind of trouble, but the female soldier approached without looking at Ray and changing her expression in particular.

Keep each other's distance approaching...... Eventually when they are in position about a few steps forward, they accidentally drop the cloth the female soldier had into the hallway and crouch in.

While feeling something deliberate, Ray keeps walking.

Given the actions of the female soldier, or possibly the assassin, I approached her with vigilance...

I get a surprise look when I see the dagger the woman soldier is picking up from the floor.

That dagger, which I recognize, is because it was the same thing that a third prince named Cuken used as an ID on his way to the Imperial capital.

Open your mouth to sound just like Ray with a surprise look on his face like that.

"This is a report from Lord Rhodos infiltrating the 1st Prince. We're talking about a soul-quenching bell assassin lurking in the gallery, aiming for the life of Lord Ray. Be careful."

"... what?

It was Ray who asked back unexpectedly to the words he heard, but I guess the female soldier decided she had done her part by passing a message against Ray. Stand up and walk toward the arena, trying to be different from Ray.

He was Ray, who unsurprisingly tried to voice himself behind it, but ponder why the female soldier has conveyed information in a confusing imitation like he does now, exploring the signs around him.

Some signs were detectable, but there were no signs of homicide, and Ray couldn't tell if he was being watched.

Probably being watched, I could have predicted.

(Even so, if you didn't think Rodos was coming back to the Inn... I didn't know he was into the 1st Prince. surprised in many ways)

Even so, perhaps the most troublesome opponent will be the First Prince in this rescue operation for the third prince, who is planning to help Vihera and Theorem, whom we are helping.

Given that, I have to assume that it was a valid choice, wherever I might think it was that we took action without saying anything to ourselves.

(Though some fools may look at the trees and go to the ground without looking at the woods.... No, is there any more such a guy than is practically at Dusker's discretion in this case in the first place? Or it doesn't matter if you're there, does it?

While I think that way for a moment, I switch consciousness that I'm better off dealing with the soul quencher bell anyway now.

(If I could, it would have been easier to come and attack me in a wide area, rather than in a small place like this.... well, judging for it)

Even if there is enough space to wield a death size to some extent, the modem is still the modem. It would be natural to decide that it is harder to do than to really move around freely to fight on the stage.

Still, instead of worrying about when you will be attacked, we decide that we should put a soul-quenching bell on here at once and head to the modest room where our enemies will be waiting.