Legend

"Again, I want you to let me introduce myself. We are from the Knights of the White Roses who serve His Highness the 1st Empress of the Empire, Frizione. My name is Widare, Captain of the White Rose Knights Unit III."

When I tied up the surrendered men with the rope Ray took out of Mystering, the first thing that took place was an introduction.

Until recently, sunsets dyed bright red around the area, and now more than half of them have already sunk across the horizon.

Time for a moment of gap that turns from such an evening to night. In that, Ray was across the street from the woman he named Widare.

That Knights name deserves, white based armor.

Does it make you feel elegant that this unit is still made up of only female knights?

Determining that the White Rose Knights probably have the same relationship with Theorem's troops against Merclio, Ray nods his mouth small.

"Widare? I know you already, but let's introduce ourselves. I'm Ray. This is my subordinate Seto. … so. Are those the White Rose Knights and the others? The armor seems to be black for it."

The effect that one word had was intense.

Widere's sharp gaze pierces Ray.

"I want the joke to be around there, too. The White Rose Knights in the first place are knights created to serve His Royal Highness the First Empress, Frizione. There's no man in the constituents."

"... I see"

Ray snorts at that explanation.

It is indeed a knighthood that serves a person in the position of first princess. There's a man there, and I guess it means he's in trouble for some mistake.

That's what convinced me, Ray, but I remember there are a lot of women's men in Theorame who follow Merclio, tilting their necks somewhat.

Most of all, I was convinced that this would be the difference between a prince and a princess.

I wonder if a princess would require more chastity than she could possibly have a political marriage.

"I know these people are your people, and I didn't betray them for any reason, but then the lord of these people... Well, who is it?

Ray squeaks as he turns his gaze toward the men whose hands are tied with chirali and rope.

The men with that gaze unwittingly harden their bodies.

I know what they're urging me to do, and I can't even talk while I'm at it. That was from the thought...... if you try to make it the White Rose Knights on this occasion, you don't feel the need to hide it.

So I say it lightly.

"These are the hands of a man named Soble who serves His Highness Kabazid… and more precisely His Highness"

"... ho"

Ray shows a small surprise at the fact that he is Kabazid's Hand.

You must have remembered Rhodos infiltrating the other side.

"Well, let me keep taking you there more than clearly hostile to us..."

Whimpering so, Ray pointed the death-size blade in his hand at Whidere.

To that appearance, Widere makes her expression slightly stronger, and the other four makes her body stronger than that.

Because I know how powerful the Death Size Ray has is.

The power I saw earlier is such that I definitely don't think I can fight and win.

It was best not to shake my legs just because I was thus pointed at the blade, and not to frighten my face.

"What imitation? Didn't you help us?

Ray opens his mouth with a sharp eye for a widere who inquires without giving any expression to things like inner agitation or fear.

"I understand that these guys over here are Kabazid's hands. It would also be good to capture this way more than being a clear enemy. But... Kabazid and Schuls aren't the only ones hostile to the rebels, are they? I assume your lord, Frizione, did the same?

"Huh!?

I guess I couldn't bear to have my own master abandoned.

The anger is stronger because no one has ever done such a thing before.

Therefore, it was natural to point the long sword in his hand towards Ray.

"Such as summoning Master Frizione!

"Have you forgotten? I'm not from the Bestian Empire. Ning Lo, you're from the Mireana kingdom hostile to this country, right? To me like that, an opponent named Frizione is an enemy royal family. That's just one of the targets for the neck."

"... Then why is your lord serving His Highness Merclio?

"That's not true. Nothing. I'm not serving Merclio.... well, simply put, is it most accurate because the interests coincided"

My biggest goal is to use the King's armor, but I also feel worried about Vihera working with Merclio.

But Ray ran out of saying that without putting it on his face at all.

In an earlier exchange, I understand that those of the White Rose Knights in front of me are doing the rebels a favor… more precisely Merclio.

But let me see Merclio, who is also a rebel flag without a clear explanation, than Ray is also a member of the rebels, yes. I don't think I understand.

At the very least, are those in front of us clearly our enemies or allies? If you don't know that much.

"They're your enemies! I'm trying to assassinate His Highness Merclio!

Such a voice sounds unexpected when Ray and Widare are silently gazing at each other.

I didn't even have to think about who the Lord of that voice was.

A man of leadership among the men tied to their wrists with ropes and all numbered together in their torso.

Try it on the guys, they were going to at least resist.

That the men of the White Rose Knights may be enemies of the rebels.

... but that was the definitive word.

What did you aim to call such a voice? Given that, it was obvious that it was the opposite of what the Wideres were up to.

Also, a voice released from the bottom of my heart, heard when Ray found the Wideres.

Because at the time I heard that, I wasn't seriously suspicious of the White Rose Knights.

What you say and do now is only a precaution.

That's why Ray hears the man and lowers his death size.

"Well, even if your aim is to do harm to Merclio, it doesn't mean what you can do in the presence of faces like Vihela, Theorem, and Gurgasto. Besides, if you hurt Merclio and get out of there safely, you can't get out of me and Seto."

Turn your sharp gaze toward the widere for just a moment while storing the lowered death size into the mistering.

Widere, who received that gaze, felt as if even ice had been put in his spine, but eventually nodded back.

"In the name of His Royal Highness Frizione, let us swear that we are not harmful to His Highness Merclio. I can't tell you the details in front of the people there, but it's not just a loss for you."

"... ok. I'll take your word for it. So what do we do? There's a lot of distance from here to the rebel positions."

Considering it's about five minutes away with Seto's wings, there's a lot of distance to go on foot.

Think that far, and once again Ray turns his gaze toward Widere and asks.

"Speaking of which, are you walking? If you came to see Merclio in a hurry, didn't you naturally come on a horse or something?

"The horse is dead away from here. With the hands of those who were ambushing me."

Rather than being frustrating, Wydere turns her emotions closer to hatred towards the men.

That's the same for the other members of the White Rose Knights, each pointing his hateful gaze at the men.

It would also be natural, because there is a deep bond between the knight and the horse.

Let it not be the dragon knight, but the knight also lives with his horse and develops a deep bond.

He's the one who keeps his life on the battlefield, so he's never been over there to be able to move in unison.

Integration of human horses, heartfelt, breathing of abalone. It would be easier to survive on the battlefield if we could reach such a zone, and it would be easier to mention the handles.

I guess being killed a horse who has been such a pain in the ass doesn't make it any more difficult for the Wideres.

"I got the story. What about the horses? If you let it go, it could be eaten by monsters and other wildlife, or if you suck, it could be undead."

It was a widere who gave that word-troubled look, but I guess we still can't leave the body of our partner, who has been suffering with us.

Also, if it suggests the possibility of being undead, there's no reason to let it go.

"I'm sorry, but could you come with me? I want those kids to sleep in peace."

"Okay. Luckily, you're good at flaming magic. I'll take care of that."

Tell him so, retrieve the likely weaponry and burn the men who became corpses in flames as a countermeasure to the undead, then take the five White Rose Knights and about twenty surviving men and Ray and Seto start moving.

The men must have noticed that Ray and Widare had totally failed in their attempts to get them to get along. With a regrettable look on his face, he follows the Rays as they pull the rope.

About twenty minutes to move. Eventually we arrive where the horse is falling to the ground.

Arrows pierce the surrounding ground, and the bodies of several men are also rolling.

In the meantime, Ray is small and astonished to see that not a single woman exists in the body.

I guess that means that the faces of the Wideres and the White Rose Knights survived without dying even though they were ambushed.

If you think about how advantageous an ambush is on the offensive side, you can see the excellence of the White Rose Knights who survived it without missing a single person.

Not all of them are intact, of course, but those with some injuries… and above all, it is true that they managed to survive at the expense of their own horses.

Faces of the White Rose Knights whining in their ears as they stroke the bodies of their beloved horses.

I guess I could have heard that word if I wanted to, but I don't want to imitate such a bad taste even for Ray, so I take my time stroking Seto.

The men also shut up and watch how it goes.

It's not like there was anything about what the Wideres looked like. Purely because I didn't know what kind of eyes I could get from Ray if I made a scene here or shouted at the faces of the White Rose Knights.

I barely fought a battle-like battle, but it seems that it was traumatized enough to ravage us from behind.

(Well, considering that nearly half the troops were devastated by a single blow, that's natural, too. Besides, I still didn't mean this one)

While I think about it that way, I stroke places like Seto's head, neck, and body that sweeten me.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Seto rubs his body more as he leaks his sweet squeal.

The men open their eyes unexpectedly to the appearance of the Rank A monster in front of them.

I was wondering if this was really a griffon.

Still, I wouldn't point a ridiculous gaze at it, probably because it still showed its strength properly.

I don't know what I'd see if I let Ray and the others get in a bad mood here. Because that is firmly engraved in the bottom of my heart, I could only keep an eye on Ray and Seto for the most part.

It's been long enough, and the faces of the White Rose Knights have finished their farewell to their beloved horses, and they come closer to Ray.

"Lord Ray, I let you take the time. Now ask for the earlier magic."

"Oh. Just help me strip away the weapons and protective gear I can use before I do that"

A widere who hears such Ray's words and slightly frowns.

As a knight, I don't want to admit the act of stripping equipment from a corpse, but that's only my opinion as a knight.

As adventurers, it's natural behavior, because we were helped in the first place by that adventurer Ray... and because we can keep our own horses from undead, it's not a complaining muscle.

Fortunately, the battles here have sometimes been a hand in the escape of the White Rose Knights, and not so many of the men's bodies.

The collection of weapons and protective equipment that seems to be available is soon over, and Ray removes the Death Size from the Mystering.

"O flame, burn down those who feed on my magic and die. Purify it with the mindless, exhausting flame of my soul. resentment, spiciness, jealousy, hatred. All of that makes no sense before my magic. Flames burn down even resentment. Therefore return to heaven with my magic."

Along with the chant of the spell, a blue flame is created in the stone-piercing part of the Death Size, piercing it to the ground.

"Condolence Flames"

When magic is activated, a blue flame crushed by a stone poke spreads to the ground, covering and hiding the body.

As it was for a few dozen seconds...... if you noticed, the body on the spot had been purified and its appearance had disappeared.