Legend

"We should definitely take the request from His Highness Frizione!

Inside the magic tent, the voice of nobility sounds.

Some align their voices to agree with it, but others disagree with it the other way around.

"Is it something I can believe so cheaply? In the first place, the reason why His Highness Merclio was so interested in the military this time was that those, including His Highness Frizione, went to the means of house arrest in the first place. If that's the case, you should see that there's something behind this one."

Some nobles agree with that word, but there are still more in favor of it as numbers.

A pro-life nobleman opens his mouth with a sharp gaze against a dissident nobleman.

"The kindness of His Highness Frizione is widespread throughout the Empire. Would you know that? In the first place, His Highness Frizione is highly popular with the people. If you think about it, let the people know that you kicked the other offer here. Without a doubt, we will lose support. What the consequences will be. You don't understand, do you?

"That's... that's true... but that's why, yeah. Is that something I can believe in lightly over there? Also, if you tell us you're going to be on our side, how are you going to be on our side? Unlike Master Vihera, His Highness Frizione is not an excellent warrior as an individual. It's impossible to escape the Empire and join us... but it's quite difficult."

I also have no choice but to convince the pro-liberal nobility of this opinion.

The fact is that a person named Frizione is not particularly good at martial arts, unlike Vihela, whose personal martial arts are famous, Schuls, who demonstrates high strength if he/she also leads his/her troops with thick support from the military, Kabazid, who is not unprepared for everything and is highly capable of all things.

By the way, in the case of Merclio, it is not that high when it comes to martial arts as an individual, a position similar to that of Frizione in that sense, but it is highly anticipated that it subordinates the alias Theorem or its future rumored to be an unfinished great vessel.

… It should also be noted that Frizione is called His Highness and that Vihella is attached to him because Vihella wanted it.

If you have two people in the same army with the honorable name, you could be confused, and at the same time you have already left the Bestian Empire.

Therefore, I forbade myself to wear it with His Highness, but I couldn't call it off, and now it is.

(rendezvous with His Highness Frizione? Not that I don't have a hand...)

Theorem, listening to the nobles, turns his gaze in a certain direction.

There you are, someone who is only here on this occasion and who has not spoken particularly of his opinion. Just someone with the strength who would flip the battlefield by himself, a genuine rebel trump card. It's also what we should call it, Ray.

It is also easy to rendezvous if a person named Ray does provide an escort.

If we're going to rendezvous normally, we need to send an elite unit, because in Ray's case, we're going to have to do it alone and alone with Seto.

Because it can fly further, it has very high mobility.

The ability of the Knights direct from Frizione, the White Rose Knights, would be enough to join the rebels if we also considered it.

You want me to ask Ray? When he hung his mouth open like that, Fu and Theorem noticed Ray's gaze.

That gaze is not directed at Theorem, but at those who are discussing what to do with the offer from Frizione.

If that were all, I wouldn't have cared that much. But Ray's gaze is directed precisely at certain of those who are arguing. Specifically, it was to three people who for some reason barely spoke their opinions.

It's not staring at you either, it's a thorough look at you secretly so they don't notice you.

Theorem noticed it was nothing more than a gaze from side to side to ray.

If you were just here without knowing anything, you probably wouldn't have noticed.

(What? You got something?

I am concerned about that gaze, and Theorem also turns his gaze to those three.

The nobles at the end of their gaze are those who have offered their cooperation to the rebels after the last battle, typical wind chicken type nobles who are not particularly connected to Kabazide, Schulus or Frizione.

Most of all, I was deciding that that's why I couldn't be a mainstream and came into the rebels for a one-shot reversal...

(You got something?

Think so.

In fact, it is certainly odd that you have joined the rebels in the sense that you will fly a flag, saying nothing in particular about this one.

Because it's not strange to speak vibrantly because it stands out at all and makes a good impression on Merclio.

(Thinking so...... Strange indeed)

Theorem also understands the strangeness of a few nobles at the end of his gaze.

There's something. The doubts I felt a few seconds ago had already turned into certainty.

(Then, should I talk to Ray thoroughly for once? Right after this meeting. Talk to His Royal Highness Merclio...)

Theoreme, who turned his gaze to Merclio, who watched the story go silently, learns there that Merclio was also turning his gaze to the person he was watching again.

(Has His Royal Highness Merclio noticed? then this is finally real)

With the Theorem to think that way in the margins, the debate proceeds.

But in the end, be one in favor of joining hands with Frizione, or the other, because we understand that we have a point of view with each other, the conversation proceeds in a situation close to the parallel line without being able to step into the other.

Keep it that way for about an hour. What stopped the argument was the sound of the belly that one of the nobles rang.

Sometimes the sun had already set when this case spread, and the meeting with the White Rose Knights dissolved it from the spot except for a few, including Ray, many of whom would have eaten dinner. That's when the case of cooperation from Frizione came to light, and they called it in again.

Some of them would have finished their meals, but there was no doubt that they had not yet finished their meals because they had run some errands.

The belly-dyed nobleman dyes his cheeks red with embarrassment, and Merclio, who watches it, turns his attention to Theorem.

Silently exchanging intentions, Theorem eventually opens his mouth.

"It would be a parallel line even if we were discussing it like this. What about finishing the discussion with this once today, and each returning to his tent to wrap up his thoughts?

"Right. Certainly it would be more necessary to chill your head in order to sum up your thoughts than to continue this long and pointless discussion."

Merclio was the first to agree with Theorem's words.

The nobles who were about to hear it and express their dissatisfaction with Theorem have to stop the move.

In response to one such nobleman, Merclio opens his mouth with a smile on his face.

"What do you think? I don't think I'm so wrong."

"... right. Even if I were you, I would agree with that."

To the reluctant but telling nobleman so, Merclio nods not to make his heart feel.

"So that's what I'm talking about. I want you to gather again tomorrow morning, so I want everyone to summarize their opinions. What is the best response we can take? Or, Frizione, if there's anything else besides not working together, let's hope so."

At the end of the day, the nobles leave the magic tent.

Ray, who was watching it, also goes on after it, not saying anything in particular.

"Ray... are you okay?

Vihera whines against Ray's hindsight, but Teolame nods that he has no problem.

"Because it's that Ray. I was wondering if it would be the kind of thing that Vihella was worried about."

"Really?... Well, I guess so. It's Ray who beat me. Even if they had some kind of trump card, there's no doubt there's nothing they can do about it unless it's the majority,"

I understood that Vihera had also noticed several nobles with strange attitudes, and Theorem sighs when his judgment is dull.

(Certainly to the appearance of the White Rose Knights, a letter from His Highness Frizione...... no, in this case a parent book? It's true that there were a lot of suggestions about whether to join hands at the same time... impudent)

Teolame, who sighed in his heart, secretly re-entered his mood to avoid repeating the same foolishness.

Night. There are no stirring voices of soldiers around already, and time for things like just going to bed already.

The moon pouring down the moonlight from the night sky was also brilliant as if to show the beauty of tomorrow's weather.

During those nights, in a tent with a certain nobility, there were three noblemen who were arguing over wine.

"Phew. I had no idea such a big deal would come into play. It's good to be in the rebels... Should I say?

"Hmm. What did you think was stupid when your lord talked to you?"

"Sure. We are not foolish enough to deliberately challenge a battle without winning."

What floats in my mouth is ridicule. However, it is not intended for those present here, but for other nobles participating in the rebels.

These three nobles originally had no intention of joining the rebels.

If there was a winning eye, it would still be natural as a home guardian, though, because the rebels were overwhelmingly at a disadvantage when considered militarily.

... although I was just amazed when I joined the rebels and saw Ray with a deep red alias there.

But no matter how strong you are, you are only an individual. I had to lean my neck if they asked me if I could confront those who organize the army.

Of course it is possible by fighting, as Ray himself has shown in the spring war.

But if we know that there is a means, a tornado of fire, there are some countermeasures. That was the common sentiment of these three nobles.

"I would have slept over there during a bigger battle if I had been..."

"Don't you have to wait that far longer than a big handle has broken in around the corner like this,"

"Right. If we wait until the time of battle, there could be a lot of damage here as well. Then take this unharmed information here and we'll be happy to welcome you."

I nod to agree as to whether the other two disagree with the words.

"But the question is how do we get through this rebel? Nong et al. have also led the troops, if they were to move, they would be quite conspicuous. … Should we have kept the number of soldiers a little lower when this happened"

That's the man who whines, but opens his mouth with the other nobles smiling bitterly.

"In the first place, the plan was to betray you on the battlefield. With that in mind, I wouldn't have been able to get less troops."

"Right. If we had done that, we wouldn't have even been able to guarantee our own safety."

To the words of the two companions, the man who was the first to say stupidity also regains his mind.

"But how do we leave the rebels? If you stay like this, you'll end up in battle. Anyway, until yesterday, I'm definitely not imitating that anymore. It's too much damage."

The other two also nod back at the abominably spouted words.

How to make our own profit with less damage. Given that, I didn't have to wait for it to be a fight any longer than I found out about this Frizione thing.

We will continue to talk about how to leave the rebels afterwards, but the conversation will stop where it stands out when our own troops really move.

I guess I'm starting to stink at that. One of the nobles opens his mouth with a sigh.

"What do you say we leave the troops here?

The other nobles who heard the word immediately deny it.

However, it is not a mind that thinks of my people…

"Don't be silly. This is the unit we brought in because we're going to respond inside out in battle. Why would you abandon an elite unit like that here?"

"It hurts not to be able to get in touch with the other side. I sent a messenger over there before he joined us, but I haven't heard from him since, considering the danger of finding him. I wish I could have contacted you in more detail..."

"I can't help that. Even those on the crusading side were talking about never having a single success trying to sneak intelligence units into the rebels?

"... but as far as we can tell since we rendezvous here, it's the normal soldiers who are on guard around us, right? I don't think there's anything we can do about a specially trained intelligence unit."

When one of the nobles uttered the question he had been thinking about for a long time, the other nobles probably thought the same thing. Nod at the words.

"I guess that's because... there was something like me"

One person coming into the tent at the same time that such a voice sounds.

In his hand was a larger sickle than the Lord of his voice.