Legend

"I didn't think you'd be so brittle."

Ray shrugs unexpectedly as he watches from the rebel headquarters as the crusaders begin to flee the battlefield at first sight.

I guess I was in agreement with Ray like that. Most of those who were left as Merclio's escorts besides Ray in the main force were nodding.

"Pfft, I think I've said this before, because the Crusaders were organized with those who presupposed losing. I guess it was all about exposing our bills a little bit."

That's what I tell you. At the end of Merclio's gaze is the appearance of the troops of Vihella, Gurgasto, Tiyur and Theorem who are setting up a pursuit against the crusaders who are fleeing at first sight.

I can see that he was attacked when he was retreating and that there was a lot of damage.

"If we had a unit that would have been a dead soldier in the form of a palace army and would have prevented the enemy from pursuing us, we would have done less damage to the withdrawing army... but unfortunately, in a crusade army where unity of will is not even possible, there seems to have been nothing we could do about it"

"... well, you do"

Ray nods at Merclio's words, as do the others.

If you're a dead soldier, it literally needs to keep fighting, even if you die.

Because I didn't even think a soldier who could imitate that would be in this crusade to have all his incompetence.

(If I had a commander with high command, I might have talked differently, but I'm talking about crusaders who weren't even clear about the chain of command. Most likely, the troops who escaped at first sight had eyes on the battlefield.)

Ray whining in his heart, but in fact there were some who surrendered if there was nothing more to be done, and others who saw it surrendered... so the Crusaders did not do more damage than Ray had expected.

Soldiers in particular are taken prisoner without being attacked if they drop their weapons.

But that's just soldiers. The aristocracy is raging around ugly, and many are screaming that even those caught have not been treated.

"Shouldn't we be done with it?

He was Ray squeaking at such a nobleman, but what came back to it was the look of Merclio smiling happily for some reason.

However, that grin, even if it seems happy, is somewhere black...... a grin that makes you feel spicy.

"I can't imitate you like that. They need to serve as prisoners properly."

"Helpful, huh?

Ray tilts his neck when he sees the noble captives calling ugly to see.

Because even as a prisoner, I thought it would only be a waste of rice.

But Merclio opens his mouth with a grin.

"Of course. First, we can get ransom when we hand over the prisoners, and even if it's not enough for that negotiation, we'll be in a state of truce with the second prince on Brother Schulz."

"... help the person they say is incompetent until he pays the ransom on purpose? According to what I've heard, it seems quite realistic, or that people who can use it will use it, but they won't even look to those who can't use it."

I'm saying no to what I heard, but it was already a prescriptive matter that the word was true in Ray.

Somehow we were trying to gather those who are said to be incompetent and throw them away as pawns to do a rebel force analysis, because that was creating the kind of sight that lies ahead of our current gaze.

I guess you understand what Ray thinks, even for Merclio. I smile small again and go on with the words.

"I certainly don't think Brother Schulz will imitate himself to pay the ransom. But what about the house of the captive aristocrats? The nobles gathered this time basically have many principals and heirs. Organize people here that you can't even use as your brother, and then put competent people in the cauldron. I'm pretty sure that was the idea."

"... the lord or the heir, hey"

At the end of Ray's gaze whining continues those who are somewhat awakened by the soldiers led by Theorem, or who tremble and can't even speak.

This would have seemed aristocratic if, for example, there had been something grand. But the sight now ahead of Ray's gaze was not very much, but it did not look like such fine figures.

(I already understood in the Kingdom of Mireana that nobility is a lot like that.)

Nobility of the Kingdom of Mireana, which I have seen several times before. Some of them were, indeed, dignified nobles like Dusker, but on the contrary, they solidified into their own sense of privilege, and a large number of them came to look down merely as civilians.

It was Ray thinking that way, but Merclio returns to me with his mouth open again.

"No matter how much Brother Schulz is, if someone from his faction is negotiating a ransom with us, he can't get his hands on it. If we get our hands on it here, we may not be able to negotiate a ransom when the rest of the faction is captured. Because that's how you get suspicious. Most likely, Brother Schulz, the competent ones will pay the ransom but want it back, but if they are the ones who have gone out this time, they want us to finish it. Don't make me waste my time in captivity and negotiating ransom. I think that's honest."

It's difficult, says Merclio.

But he's the one who whined so much about putting his brother in that difficult situation.

There's something scary about it. Ray, who saw Merclio, would naturally have felt that way by accident.

You wanted to do something about that air, this time Karaza, who didn't turn up as well as Ray, opens her mouth.

"More than that, I was talking about having a cavalry under His Highness Schulz...... is that a good way to handle it? It looks like Lord Theorem's troops are targeting him as a priority for once, but still the opponent is a cavalry. You won't be able to pin them all down first. Then why don't you go to Lord Ray, who follows Seto?

It is true that the air of the main unit was somewhat loose in such Karaza's words.

But...

"Sure, I wish I could do that, but Seto hasn't brought me in this time. You want me to run and chase you?... No, you can't, can you?

Think about it in the middle of the word, Ray.

Given the speed of the state wrapped around the King's armor, it would be easy to catch up even with cavalry. But the question is, has Ray not been able to use the King's armor yet?

That's why if you do poorly, you can't swing by the power of the King's armor to fight the cavalry, and you can just give Schuls... and hence the information that the Imperial side has a huge force called Ray cooperating with the rebel side.

"I hope you can stop that. As for the power of Ray, that's the trump card that can reverse a single shot. If there's nothing I can do about it, I still don't want to risk discovering it here as much as possible. Besides, I guess I haven't been able to freely use my skills like that champion's armor yet?

Ray answers Merclio's words with a small shoulder glance as he also asks what confirmation means.

"Besides, we need to let the other side know how strong this one is. It's a little hard to add and subtract around here... but I think Theorem and my sister will adjust well around there."

At the end of Merclio's gaze whining like that, Vihera on the horse lays sideways toward the cavalry trying to escape, gently touching the armor.

The next moment the cavalry collapsed to the ground, unconscious, even though it had only touched from above the armor.

The skill of immersion palm, which can inflict a magical impact on the inside just by touching the enemy, allows for a quicker blow than attacking with a weapon such as a long sword or spear for as long as you don't have to grow up.

That blow, which fainted lightly with a passing blow, seemed a user-friendly skill even from Ray's eyes.

(Compared to the King's armor, which can't even be controlled properly, it's very convenient)

Even with that in mind, I somehow understood that the skill of immersion clap just seemed easy and would require a lot of skill to actually use it.

It would certainly be a user-friendly and convenient move. But compared to the hegemonic armor used by Noise, it still feels like one or two steps will fall off.

"In the present situation, you wouldn't mind joining unless you were as prominent as Ray. With Ray on this scene, it'll be enough as an escort, so I want you guys to join us over there. Honestly, I don't like one-sided fights anymore, but I'd like to take this opportunity to reduce the power of the other side."

To Merclio's words, the Karazzas who are here face to face with each other.

It's certainly a battlefield in the corner, and I'd appreciate it if you think of the battlefield air you can breathe in a situation where there's no danger.

But still, can I just leave Ray here? That's what I thought.

"Don't worry."

Ray squeaks as if to cut off such hesitation.

"Lord Ray?

"I'm here. That's all I can do to protect you from most of the danger. Unless you're out of standard like noise."

Bold and invincible. The nobles present here, including Karaza, convinced Ray without any hesitation that such an expression would suit him.

With Ray on this occasion, Merclio, the rebel flag, will not be harmed, no matter what.

"And... no, it's nothing. Anyway, there may be a lot of fights starting tomorrow, but I'd rather get used to it here at least a little bit than be able to handle the first breath of battlefield air then, right?

"... well, it's not like we're recruits in the first place."

To Ray's words, an aristocratic man who was near Karaza squeaks unexpectedly.

But the only thing Ray gave back to those words was the act of gently flapping his shoulders.

If you try to make it a ray that has dived through countless battles less than two years after coming to this Elgin, the battles experienced so far by those in front of you are not numbered.

(Most of all, actually, if there was a legendary brave man in here or something like that, I wouldn't be talking about it.)

It's another word that came out of Ray's mouth, even as he thought that in his heart.

Besides, I'm not the only one left here.

"... it's not just Lord Ray, is it? What does that mean?

Asked so by one of the nobles, Ray turns his gaze to Merclio.

But the only thing that came back was the silent act of shaking my head sideways.

Having seen it, Ray understands Merclio's will to stop revealing the existence of Warcraft soldiers here and deludes the story.

Still, I pointed my gaze towards the ground for a moment, probably because I felt the signs of someone lurking in a place called in the ground.

(Are you a warcraft soldier with a mole-based monster?

"You'll see soon enough about that area. It's better than that. Just go."

"Yeah, please"

If it's just Ray's words, there's no way he won't obey Merclio.

Still, there's really no way we can go to the battlefield without leaving anyone here, and in the end it's up to each one of us to leave a few people here from the troops.

"So, Your Highness Merclio, Lord Ray. We're on our way."

That being said, he glances at the backs of the nobles leaving the main unit to lead the troops, and once again turns his gaze to the battlefield.

There it was already a battle to be described as a remnant hunt, and even that was already on the way to convergence.

"I hope they make it."

To Ray's words whining small, Merclio smiles and opens his mouth.

"Sure, that's the best thing if you make it, but if you don't make it, don't make it, and if you go through some battlefield air, that's fine. … and thank you for keeping your mouth shut."

With that said, Merclio kicks gently on the ground.

Ray distorts his mouth to a laugh when he understands it's about a warcraft soldier who seems to be lurking in the ground.

Ray was associated with the existence of the Warcraft Soldier in many ways, but from the experience of fighting the Warcraft Soldier more than ever... that's what I meant to know more than the people of the Bestian Empire.

"Um, what the hell?

A soldier questioning such a meaningful conversation between Ray and Merclio asks, but the only thing that has returned to it is an ambiguous grin.

There's no point in trying to listen to me any more...... on the contrary, you must have decided that Ning Ro was dangerous. The soldier himself, who has asked, misses his gaze with an ambiguous grin.

"Oh, Karaza and the others are out. sooner than I expected."

To Ray's whining, he turned his gaze to the battlefield with the look of everyone being helped somewhere.

In the end, the battle between the Crusaders and the Rebels, which took place on this day, ends in the result of the overwhelming victory of the Rebels.

That in itself was as expected for Schulz, but the biggest miscalculation was that only one of his direct cavalry dispatched to this battlefield survived, and Schulz, who found out about it, would wave his fist down the desk in frustration.