Legend

"Uh, you're free. You don't see the rebels yet?"

Crusaders on the streets. Together, that number is about four thousand.

From behind these other crusaders there are convoys loading supplies into carriages and escorts to protect them, some 2,000 of them.

Among those grumbled with a troublesome stinking voice was Bratta, who is entrusted with the general of this crusade.

I whine with a tired look like I'm sick of watching what's going on around me while riding a military horse.

"For the most part, I'm the general. I was originally better suited to go forward and fight, so normally this isn't me, you're the general, right? Unlike me, you can judge things calmly."

Bratta turned her gaze as she told her so. Ahead is someone on a horse, just like herself.

For once, he wore simple leather armor and cape, but even leather armor was not the kind of thing ordinary adventurers and soldiers would wear, and was also shaped to be called partial armor.

This was a late procedure for those wearing leather armor who were not physically fit.

"You won't have a choice. As you can see, I'm not fit to fight on the front line. And those who fight on the front lines will undoubtedly be dissatisfied if someone like me becomes general. I didn't know anyone without shards of martial arts would take command of themselves. I wouldn't put it directly in my mouth because of His Highness Kabazid's direct report, but still in my attitude. And that moment can create a deadly gap when fighting the rebels"

The person, Bratta tongues at Soble's words as if they were not funny.

I know. That there is such a breeze.

But still, it's not very interesting to see Soble lightly, who is also a friend you can rely on as your partner.

Besides, I don't have to talk about my friends.

(He's still a bad hider of his own mind)

Soble, who watched Bratta like that, smiles small on the back of his back from such thoughts in his heart.

It is clear that although they are opponents whose attitudes don't blur, they are compatible with themselves who care about the details because they have acted together before.

Ning Ro, it was Soble's idea that he would be able to do it without fighting because his personality is the opposite.

"With that said, Rodos, you didn't come after all. I think he wanted to come."

Soble accidentally changes the subject.

I heard the story, and Bratta nods again.

"He wanted to come, but Perfir wouldn't let him. The winning eye doesn't exist against the deep red with its current strength."

Bratta remembers when she told Rodos the story that there might be a deep red.

Rhodos said he wanted to go now, but didn't allow Perfir, who's in charge of that training, to be immature.

"Training.... Someone doesn't like that."

Bratta turns her gaze around to change the story, whether she feels something subtly unpleasant about Soble's condition.

The figure of a crusader marching down the street stands out even in response.

It's about the size of six thousand if you put in a supply unit, so I guess that's natural too.

And those working in the fields along the streets naturally had an anxious gaze at the figure of such a crusader.

I'm looking at a fleeing crusader who should describe it as a breakdown rather than a loss... That's why I can naturally say that this crusader can also be directed at some worrying gaze.

If the Crusaders continue to lose, naturally the rebels will not stop marching. In that case, nature and this vicinity are also likely to be battlefields.

For the peasants living in the land, most honestly think it doesn't matter whether the Crusaders win or the rebels win.

Of course some of them have shoulders in certain people, but still many say that as a peasant it is either way if this is not the battlefield.

In that sense, if the Crusaders win, this is not the battlefield, so passively, there may be more supporters on the Crusaders' side.

... Most of all, I guess it's honest that I really hesitate to take sides with the Crusaders when I think about my last fight.

"Are you okay?... I hope this time we lose and it doesn't end up being a fight here"

"Sure. The escape before this was awesome, and given that..."

"I don't like it, I... I can't believe this is the battlefield."

"Still, it's not the time of spring or sowing or just not the time of the harvest. It'll still be fine. If we got into battle in the field in the summer... I think we'd still be lucky to have finished pruning."

"Right. If you think about it that way... it would end up the same if the civil unrest were prolonged like this and carried over until next spring"

"Still, if you think it might be over by spring..."

"Is there going to be a civil unrest? I want you to fight outside the country if you can."

"It happens in the country, so you call it civil unrest"

At the end of the harvest along the streets, farmers who had plowed the soil and sprinkled the rotten soil so that they could grow a little for next year's sowing dive their voices into each of them.

I know you didn't hear those words, but your gaze still says things to the point of words.

The soldiers of the Crusaders, who understood what their eyes were on the surrounding peasants, find their gaze irritating.

Still not sprinkling against the peasants would be the big side of Kabazid's men.

The fact that we are members of the faction of the 1st Prince of the Bestian Empire is also a pride of the nobility who is participating in the Crusade Army, because we do not want to imitate that pride in such a way as to tarnish ourselves, and if we imitate that, there is no doubt that severe punishment awaits us.

Still nothing uninteresting is funny, and Bratta tongues over a military horse.

"Damn, the last battle was for His Highness Schulz to dispose of useless assuming he lost. As it turns out, you've accomplished your purpose, so you can call it His Highness Schulz's victory, right?

It was Bratta speaking to Soble riding the next military horse, but what came back was silence with a difficult look on her face.

"Hmm? What's going on?

"... no. I do think it is safe to say that His Highness Schulz's purpose in the last battle was halfway achieved"

"Half?"

"Oh. The purpose in the sense of checking the insurgency's strength has been achieved. But in the sense of useless disposition you said, you can see it as a failure at a time when many nobles have become prisoners over there. Moreover, His Highness Schulus is unable to move to a great deal in the negotiation of the ransom for that prisoner. Even as His Highness Schulz, he really wanted to monopolize this crusade with the Second Prince. But..."

Chirali and Soble's gaze was directed at a cavalry unit that is in the rear among the marching crusaders.

Among this crusade, which is mostly made up of the 1st prince faction, those sent in by Schuls.

Naturally, as a soble entrusted with forming this unit, I was going to wrap it all up with the 1st Prince. But Amare, who is also Schulz's deputy, came into contact there and half forcefully requested that a second princely force be incorporated… precisely into Schulz's immediate unit.

Naturally, as a soble, I tried to say no to putting the 2nd prince factions in this crusade for all harm, but as Amare, I would have read about the development. He spoke to Kabazid before bringing the story to Soble.

Try to sobble, we don't know what our master thought and made the kind of decision to accept troops from the Second Prince.

You also questioned that, but the only reply I got back was a meaningful grin.

Either way, there was no reason to disobey any more than it was an order from my lord, and thus there were only some troops of the Second Prince in the Crusade, but they were mixed.

"Anyway. As His Highness Schulz, the ransom negotiations prevented him from using the power of the faction's nobles. Furthermore, even if it is the direct cavalry that sent him as a military superintendent to the first crusader, he is left alone and wiped out. To think that even one of them was close to half-dead, it doesn't seem like a victory. I'd say it's too painful."

"... is that it? But it was your biggest goal. The reconnaissance of the force was a success, wasn't it? Then I suppose it serves a minimum purpose?

To Bratta, who asks with her neck tilted, Soble shakes her neck to the side in silence.

"No, I don't think so. Certainly some parts of the last battle will have revealed what kind of power the rebels have. But that's only one end of the battle. Above all, we have not been able to ascertain whether there is a deep red that we have to be vigilant about."

"... him, huh?"

"Oh. As far as we're concerned, we've sent a few reconnaissances to the rebels, but there's still no report of deep red spots. On the contrary, there are a number of people who have lost touch."

To that word, Bratta sighs heavily as if she had also forgotten that she was on a military horse.

Speaking of adventurers, a soldier who acted like a bandit costs a lot of money to cultivate. I mean, that's all expensive soldiers.

It's not that you stand out on the battlefield like a knight or cavalry, but only the job behind you is left to you.

Few soldiers specialize in such reconnaissance naturally want to become, and their salaries have to be increased in order to maintain quality.

But in battle, information has a very large role, and sometimes even life depends.

Bratta also began to work with Soble and was shocked by the story of the reconnaissance soldiers' contact being cut off because she knew it.

"Besides, it's a lot of good people who have lost touch. Perhaps you've seen something in the rebels you shouldn't..."

"You think that's deep red?

"We won't all be all of them, and there's no certainty. However, when I think about it, Tsuji fits."

"... other than deep red, is that some kind of secret weapon over there or something like that possible? Originally Theorem is good at using magic items in combat. With that in mind, I think it's more likely than not.

"There's a chance of that. But to be honest, as far as I'm concerned, I'm more afraid of fighting deep red than secret weapons. Given the worst imagination, I really... After all, I'm keeping the soldiers around here from watching from afar so they don't have to."

I guess I got depressed talking. Soble gazes into the sky.

There are clouds like swept with bright sun and vibrations. It's a completely small thing, such as my own problems. I have thoughts as if they were telling me, and Soble inadvertently sighs in resentment.

"Totally...... I guess it's my problem and other small things for this sky"

Even so grumbling, naturally the sky can't tell us what it is.

Even for Bratta, I don't know what to say to such a soble, but I turn my gaze toward the carriage nearby.

The carriage is not a carriage to carry supplies, but a carriage in which the nobles of the First Prince are riding.

Unlike the last Crusaders, of course, the few high-powered nobles on board are trusted by Kabbazides.

There are many things like second sons and third sons who are not in the ranks of the Lord but still have sufficient strength to participate in the Crusades.

I am motivated because I have been promised a new home as an aristocrat if I put my hand on this rebel crusade.

Because such nobles are the men to be brought, naturally there were many who were able to do so.

(If you lead a talented talent like these guys but you lose... you don't have the face to match His Highness Kabazid)

Bratta looks at the carriage and thinks so, while somehow turning her gaze to the autumn sky that Soble is watching, concentrating her consciousness on the battle that will happen in a few days.

On the night when the brilliant moonlight fell to the ground, the Crusaders were laying their ranks and camping.

Until a few hours ago, we had dinner, drank liquor allowed for the reason that it was to feed our English spirits, and it was like a light banquet, but it was also already calm and all we could hear around us was the sound of bugs comforting the autumn night.

Enjoy the ears of the soldiers standing guard because of the formation along the streets.

Most of us but ourselves were already asleep, and the soldiers, who had received unfit work in various ways of watching after the banquet, were bored by the sound of bugs, whilst mourning our bad luck.

Most of all, if you concentrate on the sound of bugs, the sleeper will eventually attack you, and you will struggle to resist them.

Keep walking all day, plenty of food and booze a few hours ago. If you can hear bugs like babysitters from around you on the night watch while you're there, it's terribly hard to resist the biggest enemy of sleepers.

In addition, the thought that the land is within our own sphere of power at a day's distance from the Imperial Capital will also increase drowsiness.

Bratta was looking at the map in the tent with Soble as the watchmen fought lonely battles with the sleeper that way.

It is a map depicting the detailed topography to Count Obrisin's territory, which was lent a soble by Kabbazid.

That's why it needed to be treated with caution, and the conversation was still going on without any direct contact in the operational meetings that had been held with the Crusaders' executives until a short while ago.

"Given the speed of this march, don't be fighting the rebels the day after tomorrow"

"... I heard it took about five days last time?

"The nobles were doing everything I could. I'm guessing it has an impact."

Bratta is unwittingly convinced by Soble's words.

To the proud nobility alone, I wonder if its extraordinary marching speed was already close to the Monumental Mountain.

Yes, it was when I thought.

"It's a fire. Awwwwwwwww!

Such a voice echoed in the position, and at the same time Bratta noticed even though the outside of the tent was stained bright red.