Legend

Reports shortly after the training ended led Ray to a magic tent where rebel executives were gathered.

The first thing Ray saw in it was the face of an executive with a serious look on his face.

Not everyone has a serious look on their face, of course, but those who find pleasure in the fight, like Vihella and Gurgasto, are laughing with joy, and Merclio had a grin that kept his heart out of sight.

Theorem has shown no particular surprise, joy or despair, and nods small when he sees Ray come inside the magic tent.

I guess I'm thinking about the measures that Ray came up with before.

... Also giving the most serious expression of the executives were the three nobles who were to be placed on the front lines in the matter of a letter from Frizione.

I would have betrayed you in this battle and inflicted a lot of damage on the rebels... but I guess that's why we had to do something about the Crusaders to survive.

So those three turn their gaze of hatred toward Ray, who came inside the magic tent.

Most of all, there's nothing more these three can do.

These three have been under surveillance on orders from Merclio since the previous incident, because they are implicitly told that if anything happens, they will immediately have their lives to atone for.

For this reason, he was still smoking without being able to escape the rebel position.

Without worrying about the gaze of those three, Ray talks to Theorem.

"I heard a new crusader was dispatched?

"Oh, with a report from someone who left it in Imperial City."

"What's the scale?

"Unplug the supply unit, about four thousand. Supply troops and their escorts, about six thousand."

The rebel executives who were on the spot sigh at the words that came out of Theorem's mouth, with a look of despair, roaring with remorse… and so forth return their respective reactions.

Naturally, if I were to be among those present here, I would have already heard about the number of crusaders. But still, I have to realize how little I win when I'm made to ask that number again.

Well, that wouldn't be impossible either. Although the number of crusaders in the last battle was higher than that of the rebels, most of them were called incompetent, only to gather those whom Schuls deemed unnecessary to his faction.

Compared to that, this time it's not the same as the last time a thousand of the difference in numbers, because I'm pretty sure I've sent people who can deal with it thanks to knowing the rebels' bills.

"This crusade is formed in the hands of His Highness Kabazid"

"I guess."

Ray returns the words, naturally, to the words of Theorem.

"Because I think what you said before will work effectively, what do you say? Fortunately, the distance problem is just fine."

Theorame coming at Ray with a meaningful gaze.

Nearby, Vihera was also smiling and sending her gaze toward Ray.

"I don't mind this one... but when it does, what are you gonna do?

Chirali, and Ray turns his gaze to the three nobles who should be entrusted with the vanguard.

I can only be anxious if I try to make it the three of us who are being asked about it, just a terminal exchange without a subject.

In addition, there are those who have a convincing face in this room and those who do not understand the content of the story.

I guess Merclio is divided between those who can be trusted and those who can't.

"Right, I know what Ray's trying to say... but I wonder if it's their turn this time. Their turn is in a bigger battle… I think it's time to go when you can cross the blades directly with your brother."

"Is that... what you're saying after you've learned everything?

To Merclio's words, Ray asks unexpectedly.

It already exists as a common perception that the three nobles on the subject intended to betray the rebels.

Even so, the battle when dealing directly with people like Schuls and Kabazid… that's why you dare bring an element of uncertainty into the battle where the rebel fate will be at stake.

There's no point in Ray asking that unexpectedly.

Some aristocrats send an unpleasant look to Ray's words like that.

I'm already familiar with Ray's attitude, but the language was still unpleasant as someone in aristocratic status.

Still, it just gives me an unpleasant look, which I don't actually put into words, I guess because I understand that a person named Ray is a trump card for the rebels.

There are other aristocratic points of view, but it also has a lot to do with being spoiled by Vihera.

Most importantly, the nobility is the only one who cares about Ray's attitude, and if he participates here on behalf of such people as adventurers and mercenaries, he even receives a slight attitude.

"Oh, of course. Actually, I know what Ray's trying to say, but I'm pretty sure they have all that power.... Right? You told me that you would risk your life to lead this rebel to victory. Let me believe that word."

"Ha... also, of course. Take a look at the power of Nong et al."

To tell the truth, I'm absolutely sorry to imitate that, but there's no way I can say anything more far-fetched than I've already been eyed.

Still, does salvation mean that as far as listening to the story goes, we don't have to stand on the arrow in the next fight?

(Can only hope the rebels lose in the next battle,? Or if you can overwhelm His Highness's army, you may seriously cooperate with these people. Win or lose, halfway is the best)

He was a murmuring nobleman in the heart, but he would never put it on the table.

Turn your gaze toward Ray with the other two companions while you only think about doing this place somehow.

I guess it's natural to assume that hatred mixed with that gaze is the person who is making you see yourself like this.

But soon shall it go away, and one nobleman shall open his mouth on behalf of the three.

"So... would you like me to tell you what we talked about earlier? I have no idea what His Highness Merclio or Lord Ray is talking about."

"Hmm? Oh, that's the thing. Simply put, come up with a little strategy for the upcoming crusaders. I think with that, perhaps the enemy can do everything in its power."

All those who heard the words out of Ray's mouth and were in the magic tent were astonished.

A crusader led by an elite, larger number than ourselves and capable commander.

Isn't it pretty hard to survive that against them? It would be natural to be surprised if you said that you were thinking of it that way, but you said that you would make that a whole reticle.

"Is that... using a tornado of flames?

Ray opens his mouth to the words that one of the nobles around him asks, not the three nobles...

"That's it."

It was Theorame that stopped Ray from saying that.

"I'm sorry, but let me keep it a secret about what I'm going to do. There may be enemy hands lurking inside this position."

It is still to be said that the gaze of Theorem, who told him so, was directed at the three nobles.

The three nobles, who are gazed at, softly slip away from their gaze or smile deceitfully.

I can't even pinch my mouth here as three people who know what to say and what to say if they are meant to be, but already in this rebel army… more precisely, among the rebel executives, they know what they are looking at.

If we say something here, there is a fear that Ray might stop trying to do something and ask us to fight the Crusaders ourselves.

Considering that, there's no way I can talk it out.

The other nobles, unlike those three, turn their gaze to Theorem, but Merclio pinches his mouth there.

"I was wondering if you could keep it around. Isn't it nice to call it a gift? I want you to feel safe. You will experience extraordinary surprises."

"Surprise..."

One of the aristocrats whines as he looks at Merclio.

To such a nobleman, Merclio nods back with a grin.

Just being the fruit brother of Vihera, that Merclio grin had a charm that even the nobles would accidentally fall in love with.

Seeing the nobles unwittingly shut up, Theorem opens his mouth all the time here is a good opportunity.

"As His Highness Merclio put it, I want Ray to take care of this one. Fortunately, Ray is set to have a proper force, and if this thing goes well, almost none of this damage will allow the 1st Prince to defeat the Crusaders who will be the main force."

To that word, once again the gaze of the nobles is directed to Ray.

"Well, if it carries well as Theorem says, I think the damage over there will be wiped out or equivalent.... This is just a measure I've come up with that I can't even describe as a measure. If it works, it'll help if you think of it as a way to make money."

"... His Highness Merclio, he says this..."

I guess I heard what Ray said and was anxious. One of the nobles turns his gaze toward Merclio in an unexpected manner.

In fact, it is the 1st prince faction that is approaching us as a crusader of the main forces. If the trump card to combat it doesn't seem confident in my measures at all, then it's natural to feel anxious.

"Besides, I say we're close to wiping out our enemies... can we really imitate that? I do hear Lord Ray did a great deal against the Vestian Imperial Army in the Spring War... that's what caused the damage that would determine the whereabouts of the war. But you couldn't be so completely wiped out, could you? According to the information I have, the only damage caused by the flaming tornado was to the front-line forces, and quite a few of them were able to escape even with that front-line force."

Several nobles snorted at the words, and likewise several nobles gave a surprising look.

Ray's activity in the springtime war, which is widespread in the public, is often that he burned down all of the Bestian Imperial Army itself, but its fruit was not that much damage.

No, I can never say it was a small damage because the front line was damaged enough to halve it, but it was still not a fatal damage.

Fire whirlwinds directly showed no further threat, and soon thereafter Ray swung the death size to unilaterally slaughter the soldiers, and other Royal Mireana Army troops attacked them there, but still a significant number of survivors existed in the advance forces.

Hands other than Ray... That's why he said he couldn't wipe out all the front-line troops with the help of awesome adventurers like Elk, but Ray alone would wipe out all the crusaders above the last battle, definitely in terms of sophistication.

It can't be that easy to believe when you hear about it.

But Theorem didn't show any upset when he heard such a story, and so did Merclio.

And above all, it points the gaze that Vihella totally believes in to Ray.

I hear from Theorem what measures Ray has come up with. From what I've heard of that, I was convinced that if I did well, I could wipe out all the crusaders without really doing any harm.

Most……

(Even Brother Kabazid's men must be residents of the Bestian Empire, right?)

That brings up some grief in Vihera, but I still feel like I'm more prepared to die than I am on the battlefield, naturally.

Vihera, who prefers to fight, would be the view of death, but he thought that was fine.

There is no better way to say anything to the other nobles than to convince those who are at the top of the rebel cadre of the success of the operation.

In the end, I can look into preparing an interception once, but basically, this crusader's opponent leaves it to Ray to decide, and the meeting ends.

There were quite a few of the nobles who were not amused by Ray's special treatment, but they never put that dissatisfaction to the mouth on this occasion any more than they showed that they had the power to do it in fact.

I don't know what would happen if we went back to the tent and started talking in the company.

"Ray, the guerrillas formed with you. That's all the members are gonna be out there, isn't it? Roughly three to four days for the Crusaders to arrive near here. It really slows the movement down more than it is an army... but that's the same here. Even if you're ready to intercept for a time, there's a problem with your feelings."

Ray only snorted back in silence at Merclio's words as he asked him what he meant to confirm.