Legend

"Huh? Are you sure I can go!? You can lie to me later, but I'll never listen to you! You know what I mean!?

Speaking out of that voice, Bratta tells him to push caution toward the soble in front of him.

Soble sighs small at that person as if he could say he was his own partner.

As a soble, we didn't want to take this matter on ourselves if we could.

But if Kabazid, who is also his own master, is ordered directly, he cannot refuse it unless it is for a good reason.

And I had to take it on more than I had any reason to say no.

(Formation of the Second Crusader Army.... If you can, if His Highness Schulz will continue to take it on... No, there's nothing I can do about it, given the last defeat and the ransom negotiations for the prisoners. When that happens, is that your Highness, Frizione?... The White Rose Knights let go of their hands because they said they were making strange moves, but they are also losing touch with you)

I don't want to do a dangerous imitation of myself in a situation that stinks in many ways, but the fact is that someone has to go in there knowing the danger and move things around.

I know that was a soble, but still, we have to wonder why.

And you won't be able to help if you feel some frustration with the look of your partner who's happy to swallow when he gets rammed in front of you.

"I hope you're having fun. Why don't you do something that's a little troublesome?

"What? You're in charge of that. I don't know..."

Soble inadvertently sighs at the words that just say it's the same as the sun rising from the east and setting to the west.

I knew my partner in front of me was such a character, but I wanted you to do something that I would think more about if I could.

(Would you even pull it around Perfir?

A training-loving female knight figure passed the back of her brain, but she dismisses it immediately.

Perfir is certainly a man of many abilities and can be relieved to work with.

But because of its character, it is also true that it is not compatible with Bratta.

Perfir is also currently working as a guide for Rodos, and although he is not very good, he will not be able to afford to act with himself.

"Can't help it, huh?"

He shook his head small and turned his gaze again to the paper he had in his hand.

Written there is a history of the last battle the Crusaders fought against the rebels.

... Most of all, it has only a record of being unilaterally hit from start to finish before history.

"If you could at least send me some more decent people...... no, it was a throwaway pawn for the opponent's battle force assessment in the first place, so can't you ask for any more? And since we were able to achieve our original goal of capturing the power of the other side, that attack would have been a success.... That's troubling."

"You don't have to worry so much, do you? Besides, didn't I mention that some of the rebels have promised to turn inside out this way? Thinking about the area, I think I can handle it. Just..."

That reason, Bratta says, would still be the information given to him by the Chancellor's pache. That is...

"Could Deep Red be cooperating with the rebels,"

"That's it"

To Soble's words, Bratta nods back.

There may be a rebel with all that fighting power. I hate to say that I lose in battle no matter what I think of it... but I could easily have predicted it would be a struggle.

"I know you're worried about Bratta, but you didn't show up at the last fight, did you?

"It wasn't the last fight, but there's a chance he's here now. Don't get a little nervous considering that."

Bratta was happy about the battle earlier, but she had a harsh look on her face as if it had been a lie.

Because I understand that if Ray really came out in battle, that's all he would struggle with.

"Besides, His Royal Highness Vihella and Count Obrisin, Theorem. In many ways, there's a lot of excellence out there.... Well, we're not going to lose either. But deep red is the only exception."

"... Regarding that way, we need to find a means of confrontation this time anyway. No matter how much we're fighting in our favor, there's a chance that the battlefield will pull back when he comes out. The flaming tornado I hear you talk about would be unusable if it was a mix-up, but it's too troublesome to be called a griffon"

"Sure. I'm talking about rank A monsters and any cheats.... Uh, stop! Even if I think about it like this here, it's not clear. When he came out, he came out. So, he said we had to deal with the ad hoc. Soble, gather as many people as possible who can use the bow. You can handle it if you surface control with arrows more than you're flying."

To the words, Soble also nods a little thinking.

Surely you won't have to think about misfiring against your allies more than your opponent is flying in the air.

Most likely, if you shoot them off in the sky during a state of confusion, it could damage the allies fighting on the ground.

"Is there anything else we need to prepare for the supply unit?"

"... how much power are we going to give this one? That was 3,000 last fight, wasn't it? It sounds a lot ridiculous around all those miserable failures even though it was more than the other one, but is it the same number of people this time?

"No, I want this revolt to end as soon as possible. If we fight each other within the Bestian Empire, we'll just lose our power. Ideally, we should take the neck of His Royal Highness Merclio without draining much of our fighting power and without draining as much rebel power as possible..."

"Are you serious?

Bratta exhales unexpectedly into that outlook, which is too convenient.

"You know, you just can't do that. As I was saying, the other side has more grains than that, right? But don't let it hurt you, let alone your opponents... if you can really imitate that, then you don't have to be a civil unrest."

"I do know you're talking about luxury. That's only the best part, and I'm not talking about having to do anything about it. But it is also true that we want to minimize the loss of the power of the Bestian Empire in this civil unrest. If we lose a lot of power here, the kingdom of Mireana may move strangely, as will the surrounding countries."

"Um, you're gonna be okay, right? It is only noble individuals who participate in this civil unrest. I hear the Imperial Army itself is moving to keep the surrounding countries and the Kingdom of Mireana from doing strange things?

I nod so that Soble also agrees with that Bratta word. However, the expression was slightly frowned upon as a sign that it was never in full agreement.

I had no choice but to take this opportunity to remove a person named Merclio from the dispute over the right to inherit the throne. But it is by no means funny that it is all dancing on the palms of a tragist who is also an emperor, as one who serves Kabazid.

But Soble immediately shakes his head to the side.

Not if you're thinking that way ahead now. Anyway, if we don't win Kabazid, who is also our own boss in this civil unrest,

(In that sense, you were fortunate that His Highness Schulss lost the first battle. Now if we win the next battle, the feat will stand out. Regardless of the aristocracy that knows the circumstances, His Highness Kabazid beat His Lordship Schulz's losing opponent if you try it on the people. Only the consequences should remain.... then more and more you can't lose your next fight)

It was a soble that was calculating how much supplies were to be prepared in the back of the brain, the formation of a unit to carry it, and a unit to escort it, but I noticed how Bratta was doing when I heard something.

"What's wrong with you?

"Hmm? Oh. I'll get back to you for a moment, but maybe the rebels have a deep red? So, Rodos is taking him?

"... if I say so. He originally decided to help us beat Deep Red."

"Hey, you're the one who said we were gonna pull him in, and we actually negotiated to pull him in, right?

"A pawn with some fighting power and no worries about betraying us. That's all I thought about. You'd have left it with Perfir eventually, too, because it stinks of training him."

I guess it's true that you're not already interested. Bratta softly turns away from her gaze at Soble, who tells her without any emotion.

"No, it's not like I got into any trouble or anything. If you simply keep it with that training fool, the Nature and Lodos guy will be caught up in the training and trained too. He wants to be strong, so he just decided it was his best choice."

"Then don't go out of your way to look away.... Right, what's going on with Rodos' finish? It's up to me to take you. Maybe they can be used militarily, but it's also important to know if you're listening to our instructions."

"Uh... from what I saw a little while ago, is that where you're getting stronger? Below me, of course."

"That would be so. Whatever you say, you're one of the first princes. If I could be lighter and stronger than you like that, I'd have trouble with this one.... No, given Perfir's training habits, possibilities..."

"None"

I assure you so, Bratta.

Even for Bratta, I understand that I am the strongest class of the 1st Prince.

Only by force have I ascended to my present position, and my pride in that power is very high.

What's different from the aristocracy around here is that words, deeds and powers are properly matched?

… although there are many similarities to the rebel Gurgasts for being completely dedicated to combat.

Soble grins at his mouth as if he had read the inside of such a partner.

"Okay. I'm sure you do.... Well, whatever that is. If Rhodes doesn't have a war problem, why don't you just tell the rebels they might have a deep red and ask them if they want to join the operation?"

"Oh, I'll be there soon, then. Soble's busy getting ready to go, isn't he?

"I asked."

He was briefly told the words and Bratta, who heard it, leaves the room.

Soble, who dropped off his partner's hindsight, starts moving quickly to get ready to go.

(For His Royal Highness Frizione... No, should I have someone else do the contact? It would be unpleasant if the matter of the hand over here was known)

As a soble, I honestly wanted Frizione to be a big deal when it comes to this outing if he could.

On the military side, Frizione retains only a force that does not extend to Cabazide or Schulus, but is still not a force that can be insulted.

Because it doesn't extend to two brothers, but it still has enough power to influence the power map around the right to inherit the throne.

No way, I don't think that Frizione is trying to help Merclio.

Had I known I had sent the White Rose Knights for it, I would have sent more competent men among the handkerchiefs that could have been used.

That's how he managed to capture the Wideres and seize the seal to give them to Merclio.

But it's already too late.

The prank of God, or the luck of Whidere himself again? The White Rose Knights had already completed contact with the rebels and had also travelled to Merclio with regard to their seals.

"Anyway, do we need to get ready as soon as possible? Especially those troops that can attack at a distance. And if you need to beat the rebels flashy, you might as well have a Dragon Knight."

We must decide as soon as possible, in consultation with Kabazid, who is also our own master, what unit we will be forming.

While thinking about it, Soble left the room again.

"Oh, you're on Brother Kabbazide next. Schultz seems to be busy with a lot of things about the last time, so I can't help it. It's sad to see brothers fight each other. I don't know if this is because I misjudged then."

In a report from a subordinate, he hears a report that the 1st Prince's faction has moved to go out, and the person… Frizione groans with concern.

Reach out to the cup placed on the table and carry a sip, two bites and tea into your mouth to swallow with that thought inside you.

What's floating in those drooping eyes is worrying.

Though half of them, it's sad that their own blood connected brothers and sisters fight.

I had intended to do everything I could to prevent this from happening, but I really got around to it... and as a result, I couldn't prevent this civil unrest.

"And... again I've gone around the back"

If only we had dispatched Wideret a little sooner.

Open your mouth to Frizione, who regrets it that way, to be encouraged by the knight of a woman who had refrained nearby.

"Master Frizione's kindness must be a trump card that can crack this matter open. Let's fight it, Bestia, so we don't have to fight each other."

"... right. Now that I'm here, it's supposed to be a battle between three royal families and one royal family. There's Vihera, so it's officially three and two, I guess."

"Yes. Now if Master Frizione wears it over there...... I wonder if it would also be impossible to create a state of equilibrium. However, in that case, the right to inherit the throne…"

Frizione nods at that voice, which he makes his men squeamish hard to say and is also a friend.

"Yeah, I know that point. But I will never let my brothers imitate each other like my father wanted them to."

Floating with determination unsuitable for those eyes wrapped in kindness, Frizione muttered as he told himself.