Legend

The consequences of the battle between the crusaders and the rebels were secretly spread even in the imperial capital.

Because it was originally a battle of defeat assumptions that I wish I could see in the other hand, I'm not going to make a big announcement, even if it's shrugged.

Still, rumors could not be completely stopped, and stories from soldiers who had fled back in earlier battles, or from villages and city folks along the streets watching them lose, were secretly widespread in the imperial capital about the defeat of the Crusaders.

Most of all, I don't think that shrugging can completely seal people's mouths. If we are truly to avoid any leakage of information, we must kill all those who survived by participating in the earlier battles, and even all the inhabitants of the villages and cities who are watching them flee.

Either way, I know rumors of a de facto defeat if they were more than capable of gathering some information... it was in a state of public secrecy rather than someone who knew.

Among other things...

"No, you can't. I knew there was a deep red lurking in the rebels."

Such a voice echoes in a room in a certain building, in the capital.

"... but is it true that he is close to the Empress Vihera? It is more likely that Deep Red is joining the other side than that Empress Vihella is cooperating with the rebels"

"I'm sure you are, but you weren't actually out in the fight, were you?

"Haven't we joined up yet, or are we acting somewhere else... that's probably the place"

"I would have tailed him or something and searched for him, but it's troublesome to have a means of travel called Griffon. I don't care how this one turns around, and no matter where he's headed, he's already disappeared."

The woman reaches for the fruit on the plate as she exhales... and stops the hand and asks caring for the man in front of her.

"Want some sistoy too?

"No, fine. I don't have a lot of appetite from that."

Whimpering, Sistoy is a woman...... concentrating her consciousness on her back with Moura's gaze pointed at her.

Seeing his partner like that, Moura mutters in her mouth only small as yes.

Moura and Sistoy, members of the Soul Bell, raided Ray in the arena.

But Ray's ridiculous fighting power ended the raid in failure, when Sistoy was thrown and wounded by Ray taking the poison dagger they were using.

It was just Sistoy, who had lived as an arm-written assassin in the back society, and he didn't manage to withstand the poison of a dagger that was lethally poisoned, but it still doesn't make any difference at all.

Reduced appetite was one of its negative effects.

I didn't know if that was temporary or if it would follow my life as a sequel to the poison, but I still have a strong feeling that I was just lucky to have my life saved if I tried Sistoy.

Even if your appetite decreases, it doesn't mean that you won't be able to eat, because if you want to, you can eat normally.

Did you find out that Moura is worried about herself, Sistoy stops talking about her body any more and reverts to it.

"Anyway. The orders we received to kill Deep Red are still ongoing. More than that, we have to figure out how to get closer to that side."

To the words, Moura frowns as she swallows the sweet and sour fruit that was in her mouth.

As if the fruit you ate was sinister or bitter.

"That's hard. It hurts more than anything. It's known beyond Sistoy's face."

"... and to be honest with you, even if you can get close to him, there's nothing you can do from the front. It's still poisonous as a possibility... but you'll be more alert to it than you've failed to use once."

"Dolls can't fight that when they're so smart."

Of these two, you can't beat Ray no matter how much in Sistoy you actually put up your body, and there's a griffon ceto over there, even if it's unintentional.

If it's a moola that brainwashes others and uses them as dolls, it's less dangerous, but there's no way Ray can handle it with a doll in the first place.

occlusion. That was what Moura and Sistoy were feeling.

"But if we don't achieve this order, this time we're in danger."

"Right."

The bell of the soul is famous behind it, but the code is strict for that matter.

With regard to the raid before the assault on the pit room in the arena, there was a major nickname for confirming the power of the other side.

As a matter of fact, even with regard to raids in the modest room, it has been decided that the surface is a raid to see the opponent's power and hand tags.

It was also felt that such excuses could not pass forever, and that the gaze that would be directed at me recently when I went to report on the progress of the process was gradually becoming full of suspicion.

"At all, we're mostly the only ones dealing with such monsters. If you're serious about doing something about deep red, I'd like you to turn the numbers around more. It's not just a bunch of guys in the neighborhood, it's smart people."

"Say impotent"

Sistoy returns the words so, but what is the tone of it? I have a small grin on my mouth on my back.

A laugh because we understand ourselves to be the ones with the highest arms among the bells of the present soul.

(Most importantly, even if it is, it doesn't mean anything at all at the moment. Each of the other handlers has a job. After all, you have no choice but to do it with me and Moura, do you?)

When we whine inside, we talk about the actions we need to take anyway.

"It's true that no matter how you get your hands on the deep red, you have to be near it in the end. Finding out where Deep Red is going is our top priority..."

"That's where you end up."

"No matter how handsome you are, you won't be able to do anything without a target in the first place. In that sense, it was unexpected that Deep Red would leave under Larks Border Uncle"

"Like I said, I think you're probably in the rebels, right? We're going to have a lot more problems getting into the rebels than we know our faces, so why don't we get people out of the organization?

"inevitable, or"

As a result of the troubles, Sistoy nods.

We really need to find a place where Ray can't accomplish his mission without his target.

Because I understand that, a decision.

To be honest, as a Sistoy, I didn't want Ray in contact with any of the other members.

There are thoughts that you and Moola may be known to be failing raids once, and that if Ray finds out who you are by imitating poorly, it will be all kinds of unsavory.

Moura opens her mouth like she noticed something in Sistoy thinking that way.

"Hey, I was just wondering... what if Deep Red is just hunting monsters somewhere appropriate?

"I don't care what they say.... What do we do?

"No, I asked you, so don't ask me questions back."

That was the Moura I would tell you, but the fact is that if that is the case, there is nothing we can do about it.

If you're in the rebels, you still know where you're based.

But if you're hunting a monster somewhere appropriate - perhaps a mountain or a forest - as Moura has just spoken, you can't help it.

Worse still, Moura is purchasing information that one of Ray's hobbies is collecting demonic stones.

If you think about it, it's possible enough.

If that happens, that's not going to be the hard part of finding Ray to get on a griffon and move around freely.

"... I don't even want to imagine"

"I agree."

We shrugged and gazed at each other briefly... and prayed for the rebels to have Ray.

At the same time, a corner where noble mansions are gathered among the imperial capital.

In the mansion there, the fury echoes.

"I'm kidding!

At the same time, the sound of something breaking.

This is the office and it is fully soundproofed with anti-bugging meaning. That is why no sound was heard outside the room, but if it were not soundproofed, perhaps those working in the mansion would have opened their eyes wide and revealed their surprises.

I wonder why our Lord, who is usually said to be thoughtful, is so rough.

This person...... Count Schvindell is rough for several reasons.

For example, the fact that the person who killed his daughter's fiancée achieved the result of a semi-finalist in a martial arts tournament and has been praised by all over the Empire.

Even so, he did not attend the award ceremony to be held at the castle without his knowledge.

That you threw out someone you were supposed to escort on top of that.

And above all, the person...... Deep Red went missing and the news was completely cut off.

He said he asked the Soul Relief Bell to finish him off, but there's no report of it either.

When I didn't show up for the award ceremony, or even thought... I tried contacting the Soul Relief Bell, but the result was that the request had not yet been fulfilled.

Then maybe the assassins hired by the other nobles killed him? I thought so, too.

It was now a deep red lifted in the Imperial Capital, because its identity is the man who did so much damage to the Imperial Army in the spring war.

It's no surprise that someone else resented me. I thought it was natural... but I also have to deny that I got the information that I left the capital with dignity.

In other words, anyone equal to their own resentment is completely missing. If I do badly, I even wonder if I will leave the Bestian Empire like this and return to the Kingdom of Mireana.

If it's normal, I'm anxious to be told it's too mindful, but Deep Red has Griffon's submissive demon.

I hear that the speed of that griffon flying freely through the sky also overwhelms the Wyvern on which the Dragon Knight rides.

Beyond that, it is not surprising to think that we are now returning to the Kingdom of Mireana, more than ten days after Deep Red went missing.

"That's all... that's all I won't forgive! Forgive me!

The hand waved angrily with the words bounced off the water drain that was on the desk and slammed it to the floor.

Its water splash, made of glass, is broken by a knocking impact on the floor and zeros water around it.

But Count Schvindell burst into frustration without noticing the condition of such a floor at all, and threw a chair at the painting hung on the wall of the room, and the painting tore and fell to the floor.

If the surroundings, who are always around the Earl of Schvindell, see this sight, they will doubt their eyes.

Count Schvindell was exploding with so much anger.

After hearing reports of her daughter's fiancée's death, her daughter is locked in not much of the room in that shock.

Ever since I lost my wife to illness a few years ago, only my daughter's happiness was what Count Schvindell wanted.

Both the nobles who were fiancées are in the form of political marriages, but the truth is that they are familiar with young people from about their age, such as whether they are willing or not.

From childhood familiarity to fiancée, and lover...... in order, it goes back and forth somewhat, but that's not so strange either than being aristocratic.

And after the spring war ended, I came to the point where I was married... and I had that defeat.

The result was the status quo.

I understand that it is not a good idea to drag the resentment in the war so far, even for Count Schvindell, of course.

But still... Still, the fact that my daughter is in that condition is not something I can forgive.

"Deep red... deep red. Where have you been? Where did he disappear! Yeah, what the hell are the bells doing? What do you mean you can't keep that high advance and still tailor him! Weren't you an arm 's-length organization in the back society!

Screaming toward a place where no one is, but naturally no one answers it.

That makes me unnecessarily irritated again, leading to the destruction of the room.

What if, at this time, Ray knew he was under Vihella... in the rebels, or the Earl of Schvindell could have led a gesture and stormed towards the rebels.

That's why I don't even care that my territory is away from the Empire, taking gestures that I'm just bringing to the Empire.

Fortunately, however, Count Schvindell did not have the art of exploring where Ray had gone, and thus had to just run into the destruction of the room with only frustration inside the mansion.

In such a state, naturally it is natural that the frustration also appears on the face… The frustration of Count Schwindell intensifies with every day that follows, and those who work in the mansion will have anxiety.