Legend

A lonely scenery that invites you somewhere to mourn: a bright red autumn evening.

But the rebel position was just boiling back to joy that it had nothing to do with that.

That would be natural, too. We defeated a thousand more crusaders than ourselves unilaterally, with little damage.

Not that the rebels are completely intact, of course. The number of dead came out pretty good, and the injured have reached several or dozen times that.

Still, a little further from where it was now a battlefield, everyone was boiling back to the joy of victory.

It's not like I'm not sad that my comrades are gone. But I'm not happy with the victory because I think I'm flouting the battlefield I fought with my comrades.

A little further away from the rebels enjoying the feast of victory that way. There was Ray and Seto.

"... that's busy enough"

"Gru?"

Ray shrugs leaning against Seto, who is sleeping like he always said he would, and Seto looks up at Ray like that and looks at him.

"Well, reversal wins out of a number of disadvantaged situations. Besides, it's an overwhelming victory with limited force. I know there's no reason not to boil. That too..."

What lies ahead of Ray's gaze as he strokes Seto's head is a massive carriage.

It was a carriage taken from the Crusaders, in which large quantities of supplies were loaded.

This crusade is made up of a large number of nobles, many ingredients that are too luxurious to call lavish tents, liquor and food used by that nobleman when doing carriages and camping, treasures such as gold, jewels, weapons and armor such as long swords and spears, shields and armor. All the others were in the carriage.

The formation of a crusader army that would consist of a large number of nobles would also have necessitated a glorious look at other nobles.

Some of them even used half of the assets of their own houses to set them up, but if they were to be nobles of the crusaders who desperately fled to survive, there was no reason to run away with it... as a result, all of those carriages were seized and collected by the rebels for every load.

Try to be a runaway nobleman and we can beat ourselves with a difference in strength. I guess it was a load because we decided we would never lose, but that's the way we became completely disciples.

There will also be a significant number of aristocrats discussed in this battle, which would have meant that it would not have been possible to escape had they cared about carriages and loads, even for those who fled.

Twenty percent of the nobles who took part in this battle were discussed, and seventy percent were taken prisoner. Only about 10% have escaped safely.

That's all I was so desperate for... if I didn't get away with it at first sight, they would have picked me up or caught me. There was no one left alone who seemed to care about such a load.

No, my load...... I got it with a lot of money. Those who cared about it, those who managed to escape with it, are more right to be killed or caught at the hands of the rebels.

For this reason, the rebels receive large amounts of unexpected income, and the soldiers in general are behaved as substitutes such as cooking with ingredients that have never been eaten before since birth and drinking wine that has never been drunk.

A number of delicious drinks and gastronomy are used to celebrate victories in the form of almost complete wins.

There was no reason for the soldiers to float.

Food and alcohol, by the way, were largely behaved by the rebels, but other things… specifically with regard to treasures such as jewels, gold coins and silver coins, Merclio declared in his own name that he would receive them as rebels.

If it's normal, it's definitely a decision that some people make noise about whether the upper echelons will have everything to themselves.

But only for this rebel, the story was different.

In the first place, there are three main forces in this insurgency.

Needless to say, the first is the face of the third prince faction, which is at the heart of the rebels. Almost everyone has become a flag Merclio when it comes to this force, and many are intoxicated and pledged allegiance to its trusty Theorem. Few are more dissatisfied with the treatment of treasures than in such a situation.

The second is those who have joined the rebels at the request of Vihela and those who have gathered in admiration of Vihela. Faces like Tiyur, Gurgasto and Karaza. Few people are dissatisfied with this case because there are many people who are intoxicated by Vihela.

The third is those who do not fit into the above two. These are adventurers who have gathered around smelling the smell of gold, and for various other reasons. Sometimes it's for Vihela, but Ray, who joined us for a battlefield to use the King's armor, will also hit this.

It is these third people who are dissatisfied with the judgment of the rebel superiors this time, but it is not flashly noisy because the existence of nature and ray weigh heavily on them.

As far as this area is concerned, I guess Merclio properly inquired toward Ray in front of all the rebels, and Ray's nodding on it has greatly affected him.

The alias Deep Red has already been known among the rebels, and there is widespread information that they have crossed the rank S immovable noise into their opponents at the Martial Arts Games.

Most importantly, many people have been shown Ray's strength in training, so even if they were dissatisfied with this case, against Ray... no one said that jewelry, gold, or silver coins were more important than their own lives.

It would also be significant to note that no other adventurers than Ray were involved in today's battle than it was as much a battle with the rebels' hand tags hidden as possible.

I was wondering if we would ask for credit even though we didn't work for them.

"Ray, what's going on? Alone in a place like this."

Ray, who turned his gaze to those who heard voices, saw the figure of Vihera, illuminated by the sunset and even releasing some divine atmosphere.

The sunset just behind it even looks like some sort of backlight through the thin clothes of Vihella.

Such a vihella had a beautiful grin so clear that even Ray, who had seen its beauty more than once, accidentally caught my eye.

"Ray?"

Ray, returning to me with a word of Vihera, who has asked me wonders, opens his mouth as he strokes Seto's head.

"It's not like I'm alone. And Seto."

"Gru!"

That's right! and Seto honking his throat to agree with Ray's words.

Most importantly, it has a skewered sauce that Ray gave me a while ago.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot Seto. I'm sorry. It's more of a corner victory than that, so why don't you and Ray and Seto have fun together?

Wiping Seto's couch, Vihera sticks the plate in her hand toward Ray and Seto.

What's on there is a dish of oak meat. It's not just baked too, it's a dish where you can steam it up and get rid of excess fat and then cook the surface over high heat for crisp teeth.

It is a cuisine that takes a lot of work to steam and then bake, and there is also a brown sauce on the plate.

Attracted by the aromatic smell of that sauce, the meat is applied to the sauce and transported to the tease mouth with a fork given to it by Vihella.

The first thing that spread in my mouth was the intense flavor of the sauce. Next, the crisp texture of the meat and the soft, steaming texture on the inside.

They unite in the mouth and unwittingly open their eyes to their deliciousness.

"This is... sauce with nuts, is it?

"Correct. You got it."

He was a vihella with a small and surprising look on Ray's words, but immediately grins and opens his mouth.

"It was the mountains that I used to live in. I usually ate nuts and stuff."

What was in Ray's mouth that shrugged was definitely nuts...... walnut flavor.

As I just said, when I was in Japan, I lived just outside the mountains. Naturally eating nuts, starting with walnuts, is not uncommon.

I guess that's why you realized it was walnut sauce.

"I see. I'm sure this is a sauce made from nuts. I thought the meat would taste worse because it has a lot of fat, but it suits you unexpectedly. Merclio looked delicious."

In a word out of Vihella's mouth, Ray realizes that the dishes he just ate are quite precious among the loads packed with luxury ingredients.

Most importantly, she doesn't think about whether it is rare if you try it as a ceto, but if it is delicious, she just picks the meat with a couch and it is stored in her mouth.

"Are you sure?

"It's okay. This dish is only available to all rebel executives."

"... it's not like I'm an executive."

If we stay in the rebels in the form of executives, won't we eventually be incorporated as Merclio's men as they are? I remember that kind of fear, and I tell you so.

But coming back from Vihera was a look somewhere frightened.

"What are you talking about? In the first place, Ray took the form of guerrilla power with Seto alone. Then you're not treating me like a troop leader."

"... if I said so, did I?

While returning the word, I do recall that it was said that way before.

But for Ray, a position such as troop leader is not of particular interest. We just need to be able to fight more and stronger enemies in order to use the King's armor.

"That's right. Don't worry, I'm not thinking about pulling Ray into the Bestian Empire for anything like this. Besides, after this civil unrest, if that kid really wants to hold Ray back to the Bestian Empire, I'll run away with him.... Right, going to Eggzil again? The dungeon's offense was on the way, and I want to see Bühne."

For a moment, I thought that might be a good idea too, Ray, but I immediately shake my neck to the side.

No, it's okay to attack the dungeon. But when it's Vihera and I that do it, I'm afraid of everything. Specifically with Elaine, Elaine, Elaine. And even more with Elaine?

Considering the area, if you want to head to Exil, Elaine should be with you if you can.

Because it's best to party with three people: Vihella, Elaine, and Bühne, whether you think about the war or the balance of the party. And then for my spiritual stability.

I know you didn't read Ray's inner thoughts that way, but Vihera, with a small grin, sits right next to Ray.

"Hey, Ray. In the future, we're gonna be busy."

"... I guess. Today's battle itself was more a battle for your brothers to confirm their strength than a crusading army... More than not intentionally annihilating the cavalry over there, I'm pretty sure from now on they'll attack us with some seriousness over there as well."

"I guess. That's why the next battle will be our rebel test stone. I'm sure Ray will be able to get us out of here."

"Not a problem as far as I'm concerned. It's just... hey, I've come up with something."

"What did you come up with?

While I'm talking to Vihera, I'll tell Vihera about an operation that I really came up with that I can't even call an operation.

Having heard it, Vihera puts a convincing look on her face, but also turns her gaze to Ray and raises questions.

"Are you sure? Sure, when we do that, it'll be easier on us, but we won't be able to fight Ray for what he's after, will we?

"There's nothing wrong with that. You lose so far overwhelmingly in the first battle, you lose the same in the next. If it were to be two consecutive defeats, my face as the Bestian Empire would be completely crushed. Then, in the third battle, you'll definitely come in with a formation that you can't even think about losing."

"... would that be convenient?

Passing the back of the whining Vihera's brain is Kabazid's face, who is also the first prince.

(If Brother Schulss had taken the lead like this one, he might have done what Ray's prospects were, but what means would he use if it was Brother Kabazid...)

It's no stranger than rumors circulating that Merclio's life is being targeted that the Third Prince anticipated the act of raiding the castle.

However, I read that it was time for the martial arts tournament, and there was even an atmosphere in which the act of helping Merclio was used as it was.

If Kabazid is the opponent who doesn't know what kind of hand he's going to hit like that, he has to question if the story will go as Ray thinks.

(Still...... if you do win this one without any damage in the next fight, I'm pretty sure you'll be able to get the fight going pretty favorably after that)

Too powerful an enemy: the 1st prince, 2nd prince, 1st princess, and our own rebels. Given the overwhelming differences in forces, it was certainly convenient in many ways to ride Ray's suggestion.

"Okay. I'll tell that kid about it. Around Theorem, you'd agree.... Gurgast is going to tell me to mix myself up."

Once again Ray reaches for the dish on the plate, nodding at Vihera, who tells her with a small grin, watching the sight of the sun setting completely into the night.