Legend

Streets leading from the Imperial capital to Count Obrisin territory. A soldier walks down the street.

As far as I can see, only soldiers...... but still the number of soldiers making up this army ranged to a considerable number.

"Wow... that's awesome. Could that be it?

When a woman who was working in a field a short distance from the street groans, the woman's husband and the man nod back.

"Oh, I guess the Crusaders. I don't know where the battle will take place, but if I can, I just want our village to be undamaged."

"That way... you're not from Count Obrisin's territory?

"... Count Obrisin? I hear rumors that you like to fight, and it might not be surprising to think so."

"Hey, you're not so far away when I say Count Obrisin's territory. Is everything okay in our village?

"You're gonna be okay. After all, the rebels are no match for the Imperial Army. Look at that number."

"... but as far as the soldiers' gear goes, they don't look like they belong to the Imperial Army, do they?

"Hmm?... uh, I see. Then perhaps some nobleman leads the troops."

"I guess that's really okay, huh? You don't want the damage coming to our village?

"I don't care if you hate me. There's no way we can do this, so we just have to pray that the Crusaders win."

Apart from this couple, similar conversations were taking place in fields near the streets.

Though I have anxiety and dissatisfaction with something called civil unrest, there will still be an Imperial Army out there, so it will soon be suppressed.

I lived in the Bestian Empire and was only doing so with this degree of agitation because I knew how powerful it was.

... Most of all, it still sounds like the defeat of the Spring War that would have been a mix of anxiety if it had been directed at full confidence.

Furthermore, among those who realize that it is not the Imperial Army but the noble forces that are leading them, there is an extra spread of anxiety.

"Yes, it's abominable!

A man who felt anxiety mixed in with the gaze he could direct from the peasants squeaks in the carriage.

"Baron Delota, what's wrong? This path leads us to our glory, so now we should stand idly by."

That's what the man sitting across from him tells him, and the man called Baron Delota opens his mouth as if to push his anger to death.

"But Viscount Adeno! Look in those peasants' eyes! Whatever you think, you just look like you're insulting us!

To that word, one man squeaks smudgingly as he boards the carriage.

"Well, it's true we're leading the troops, not the Imperial Army, so I guess we can't help it."

"Count Scola!

"After all, you haven't even decided who's in command, have you? As a military action, isn't it natural to think this tastes all kinds of bad?

The man called Count Scola is thin and thin to see, and he's not the type to go to war no matter how you look at it. In fact, he often expressed doubts about this crusader because he understood it as well.

In the first place, beginning with Count Scola, all those who participate in this crusade belong to the Second Prince.

Other than that, Count Scola understood that those participating in the Crusades had a common denominator. That is...

(Among the 2nd princes, those who would be regarded as incompetent and incompetent. In other words, the purpose of this crusade is only to discard pawns to see to what extent the rebels led by His Highness Merclio have the strength)

He groans inside and looks out through the window of a chillary and carriage.

There, the figure of a cavalry of ten horsemen.

Nor is that just a cavalry. He is a direct subordinate of the second prince, and one who can be described as elite.

Why are such elite troops taking part in this crusade, albeit in part?

If only the number of troops had been established, it could have been considered as a force of war. But only ten horsemen are participating.

If it had been so obvious, it would have been easy to imagine what purpose the cavalry was accompanying the Crusaders to Count Scola as well.

(See how we are defeated by His Royal Highness Merclio. To see the other hand at all?)

Even so, Count Scola cannot tell those accompanying this crusader.

No, should I keep my mouth shut because I understand that you won't listen to me when I tell you?

In the sense of collecting the incompetent and turning them into abandoned pawns, surely those participating in this crusade had the capacity to do so.

Overestimate our abilities and underestimate our enemies. I don't think that's wrong. We have decided that this battle will definitely end with our own victory, and we are even talking about how to divide the territory of those who took part in it after defeating the rebels.

For Count Scola, it was surprising that the Ningro peasants had just the ability to notice the gaze toward the Crusaders.

(Most likely, I was perceived as such incompetent, too)

At the same time I think about it, I cough up unexpectedly.

Yes, this is why Count Scola was found incompetent.

The decision that we should not survive intense times when we are infirm and not very much the lord of the nobility, but we will be able to make our way.

Naturally more than the Earl of Scola joining the Crusades, his own brother is soon to be held as the next Earl of Scola, even when something happens.

(Then what I can do now...... at least fight not to tarnish Count Scola's name and pull out the rebel hand tag as much as I can. And I guess it's about not draining our troops as much as we can...)

Being prepared is subtly weak at the end of the day.

That would be natural, too. This crusader is itself an army to gather, and it has not been able to unify its command, as Count Scola said earlier.

I told the other nobles about the area once before I left the Imperial Capital, but everyone couldn't listen because they didn't want to come under the command of the other nobles.

When I think of that time, I even think that even the frail Earl of Scola is about to fall down now.

"Count Scola? What's the matter?

Viscount Adeno calls out to Count Scola, suddenly silent, with some nasty grin.

"No, it's nothing. I was just wondering how we should go about fighting the rebels."

Count Scola shakes his head sideways if it's nothing in a hurry.

If it also means that your body is not feeling well here, Count Scola may be able to take up the troops he brought in.

The Viscount would otherwise be the title under one of the Earls, and there is no way that such imitation could be possible.

However, since there is a reputation for confusion of command when something more than military is happening, such impotence could have passed.

Especially since the weakness of Count Scola's body is quite famous, it was only natural for this crusader to have someone after the opportunity.

What happens if such a person takes command of his own army? That would be obvious without even thinking about it.

There was a good chance that he would be turned into a throwaway pawn to keep his troops from draining their power.

Just because you understand that, as Count Scola, you can't show any weakness.

"Really? If anything happens to Count Scola, it's tough. You may, if you will, take command of the troops I have led by Count Scola..."

They line up words that seem worrying, but they don't hide the light of desire behind their eyes.... No, I can't.

Because he's such a person, he must have been made a throwaway pawn to see the strength of the rebels this way.

I guess the only reason we're pulling our legs together is because we're still being heard that we have more people.

I mean, it's a determined battle of victory and defeat, which is why I want to decorate my work more glamorously.

(I'm sure you've decided to win or lose. The other hand tags will still be difficult. In that case, all I can do is concentrate on those who withdraw their troops without causing as much damage as possible....... whether that even works)

Count Scola sighs inside, exchanging thin words just on the surface.

It's not that hard to withdraw with your own troops alone. But that's annotated if we're the only ones here.

If any other nobleman sees the sight of a detoured retreat, it could be the act of enmity and the escape of the enemy. Furthermore, there is no way that the cavalry, arguably Schulz's Superior Squad, who are here to see what kind of hands the rebels have in this battle.

Just imagining such a difficulty makes my stomach ache and my consciousness distracts me, but I still couldn't possibly imitate that in this setting.

"... that carriage belongs to Baron Gurks? Hmm, the incompetence that made intelligence troops die in vain is something you can participate in this battle without shame. I guess there's no such thing as consciousness or pride as the nobility of the Bestian Empire."

Baron Delota groans abominably when he sees the other carriages seen through the carriage window.

Even for Count Scola, I wanted to fully agree with that.

In order to get a handle on himself, he gave the name of Schulz and sent the Tiger's intelligence unit to Count Obrisin's territory, destroying them all.

I don't know the details, but I still understand Count Scola's connection to this outing.

Probably wiped out all the intelligence units we sent, so we need to pull out the opponent's intel. After that, you can pull your legs off an incompetent nobleman.

(imitating the annoying smell of making...)

Exhale in your heart, but there's nothing you can do more than things are already going on.

Anyway, I'll make sure he survives safely. With that in mind, Count Scola turned his gaze toward the autumnal sunny sky in disgust.

"I'm going camping here today!

Such a voice echoes, and the soldiers of the Crusaders quickly go into preparation for the camp.

Someone in the aristocracy could complain if it was meant to be, but no one would complain because everyone is tired.

The nobles who were just in the carriage and the soldiers who kept walking all day. I don't care what you think about which one is tired, but if you make it aristocratic...... if you make it most aristocrats who are part of the crusade to be precise, the soldiers' lives were only similar to those of the stones around them.

Being led by such nobles, the morale of the soldiers is naturally not high either.

Had we not known that the number of rebels was smaller than ourselves, some would have escaped quickly.

Also, more than being such a nobleman......

"Don't be ridiculous! This is such an unsavory dish for me...... no, you mean eat raw garbage like you can't even call it cooking!

"Where's the booze? The booze. We need booze to heal our fatigue today. Bring it on now."

"Are you going to tell Nong to sleep on such a crude bunk!? Get a firmer bunk! And a woman!

"This, stupid picture! Act faster! You're slower to prepare than the rest of us! You're gonna let me scratch your shame!?

Such anger rises all over the place where the formation was laid.

Naturally, even for the soldiers, they are moving as much as possible, but if I tried it for the nobles, I felt a blunt reaction.

It's more than just walking through the day. I could say that's natural, but I feel like I'm even scorning myself as nobles if I try to be the noblemen who look down on me as civilians.

To soldiers who do not respond quickly to their orders, one of the nobles finally reaches for the long sword of his hips with frustration.

Still, I shook it down without pulling it out of my sheath because I had decided that it would be pointless to kill it on this occasion?

"Work harder!

"Guh!"

The sheath, wielded with the words, is slapped against the soldier's shoulder.

Only soldiers equipped with leather armor, whatever some pain, were not fatal wounds.

The nobleman, satisfied with the condition of such a soldier, leaves with a satisfied grin.

I guess the work of the soldiers was closer to glowing than this.

Soldiers who are accustomed to such aristocratic tyranny turn small shoulders to the sympathetic gaze directed at them by the soldiers around them before returning to building positions to camp.

Try these soldiers participating in this crusade, this kind of thing was a daily tea meal.

A handful of exceptions are Count Scola, but the only one I can interpret is the head of a unit of the Crusaders. Furthermore, there was no way that I could do this more than to be insulted by other nobles because of my physical weakness.

The cavalry dispatched by Schulz looks at such nobles with a frightened gaze.

In a few days it will be a battle to exhaust the soldiers, who prepare luxurious tents for nobility and enjoy wine and gastronomy.

It would take twice or more at this rate of march to say that it is originally about two days to the territory of Count Obrisin.

What will be the consequences of such a crusading army in the future?

As much as we can understand that, we decide that we will only do our part... and in a few days we will regret that the decision was irresistibly sweet.