Legend

While inside the position was a crucible of confusion, Bratta and Soble, who led the crusaders, were running inside the position with maps and weapons deposited from Kabazid in their hands.

I instinctively perceived the danger in my voice that it was a fire that was screamed just before the fire whirlwind was complete and I succeeded in distancing myself from Soble, but still looked like I could say I didn't hold it in my hand except with a weapon and a map and was half dressed.

At the end of his gaze, there is a giant tornado of flames as he looks up, repeatedly traveling carelessly, going that way or this way inside the position.

"Damn, what happened to looking appropriately moved and never getting out of position!?

Bratta shouts defeat and scream at the confused voices of crusader soldiers, knights, adventurers, and even nobles heard from around her.

I scream with a frustrating voice and stare hatefully at the tornado of flames.

There was no mistake that the Crusaders would be devastated overnight tonight.

No, it's not exactly a big damage spot. It's enough damage to call it total annihilation or devastation.

You can't fight the rebels already. Nothing can be done... that's why we decided to defeat ourselves without even being able to fight our enemies.

(Damn, damn, damn! Even the useless abandoned pawns formed by His Highness Schulz were able to fight the rebels. But we... I can't even fight!

The frustration that resides in the chest has already reached its peak.

But Bratta, who is in a straightforward mood, doesn't have to put it in her attitude, probably because she still prioritizes survival now.

"Become!"

What sounded like such a bratta was the astonishing voice uttered by his own partner, Soble.

It was a voice that I didn't think such a soble raised, as it always embodies the word sedimentary calm, but Bratta, who stopped and followed that gaze just like a soble, understands why.

The tornado of fire is on its way, because it was the place where the Wyburn, one of the few dragon knights on this crusade, was riding.

Naturally, even for the Wyburns, I understand that a tornado of flames is coming towards us.

But naturally, Wyburn is not free to move around.

Just in case you think about it and tie the reins to the ground.

Measures to prevent Wyburn from flying or escaping at will if it is meant to be.

Wyburn's inability to escape also means he can't escape when someone tries to do some harm.

For this reason, it has been argued several times that Wyburn should be revamped on the grounds of its own danger, but Wyburn itself is a powerful monster in the first place, and it is not as easy for a living person to get wounded even when he has his hands on it.

Even if you use a bow from a distance, there is a means of attack called a flamebullet.

That's why I ended up staying the same as before when it came to Wyburn... this time, that was deadly.

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!"

Voices heard from those in Wyburn.

It soon became clear to both Bratta and Soble that the voice was not a voice of anger or a voice that emitted during battle, but a scream of the severed demon.

That meant Wyburn, one of the few dragon knights I have as a 1st prince, was dead.

Of course not all dragon knights of 1st prince faction participated in this crusade.

But still, it is also true that it accounts for more than half of the dragon knights as 1st prince.

"Damn, how am I supposed to face His Highness Kabazid! The crusaders gathered around the corner were already half-destructed, and the dragon knights on the trump cards were killed by Wyburn without even being able to make them do anything..."

Gilli, and Bratta squirming as she bit her back teeth.

Has the earlier upset over such a bratta already subsided, and Soble puts his hand on its shoulder?

"Relax. The Crusaders did suffer fatal damage. But... instead, we were able to get some very big information."

What are you talking about? Bratta turns her gaze to Soble with that look on her face.

What information did they get? We are still in our area of influence... and we are alarmed by the fact that it is just outside the capital, and we have caused so much damage to ourselves.

But Soble repeats the same word again.

"Calm down."

The words would have allowed Bratta to settle down because she had a long relationship with Soble.

To the best of Bratta's knowledge, it always meant something when Soble had the look he was looking at right now.

You remembered that, Bratta's consciousness finally settles down.

Seeing how my partner was doing, I guess Soble also decided that Bratta had finally settled down. Open your mouth as you run again with Bratta inside the position. … information that you will never miss in this case.

"Ready? It was that flaming tornado that was moving at will that destroyed this position.... Flaming tornado. Do you have anything to remember when you hear this?

"... what? Flaming tornado? What is it... Wait. Flaming tornado...... Flaming tornado? Flaming tornado!?

Tighten your expression harshly to see if Bratta reached the same conclusion as Soble while we were talking.

Flaming tornado. Because it is one of the symbols of a certain person that can never be forgotten by those who belong to the Bestian Empire.

The person, who also has a giant sickle more than his height, and a Griffon of Rank A monsters, also known as Reapers of the Great Sky, in his submissive demons.

Ray, a rank B adventurer, with a deep red alias.

"Stupid...... so this means he, Deep Red did it!?

"You know a guy who can imitate like this besides him? No, there are a few guys with aliases who seem to be able to do it, but there were other guys here who could happen to be in the Bestian Empire at this time of year to participate in the fighting tournament, dazzle the whereabouts before and after the accidental civil unrest, and use the tornado of fire, which is also a symbol of the accidental deep red"

Even as the tornado of fire runs around endlessly rough inside the position, there is already no upset whatsoever in Soble's words.

"I may clean it up by chance once or twice, but I just can't get rid of it by chance if I go on three times.... Didn't I?

"Sure. Damn, but I really didn't know Deep Red was cooperating with the rebels. I've never seen you before, and I didn't think you'd cut that hand here."

"No, I guess it's because Ning Lo is here. Sometimes the Crusaders were completely alarmed by the fact that they were still in this area of power. Besides, there are a few entrances and exits around which you can get out with a protective fence. In addition, most people sleep at night, and they have a mobility device called a griffon."

"Normally, even if an individual works hard, he knows what he's going to do."

Bratta throws up abominably as she slashes away with the long sword she had when she sees the burnt cloth in her tent flying towards her.

As he sees how it goes, Soble sighs small.

"If it's normal, Bratta's right. Unfortunately, however, Deep Red is a magical warrior, and the magic used is often suitable for extermination.... Honestly, at a time when deep red is moving around freely, it's just like the army is moving"

It is moveable through the sky aboard the subordinate's griffon, and it is personal, but therefore difficult to see in person.

So the magic power you use while you are there is high, and you specialize in exterminating magic in a wide area.

Honestly, he's so capable that he wants to say he's cowardly.

"Damn, I'd probably be happy to be around Rhodes, but for us, it's nothing but a plague god!

Bratta pulls Soble forcefully when she sees the body of a soldier burned to death by a fire whirlwind fly.

Then at the next moment, the body passes where Soble's body was a few seconds ago.

That speed does not leave very much when a person is blown away, and it is correct to describe a bullet of meat as emitted from a fire whirlwind rather than a body of a person flying in.

That, too, makes the bullet of that meat more powerful, with many wearing protective gear, starting with leather armor.

Soble managed to avoid it thanks to Bratta, but in the position he has done a lot of damage if things like soldiers swallowed by fire whirlwinds or cadavers of knights wearing metal armor are similarly released.

If it had been a fire whirlwind previously used on the Seremus plain, there would have been no damage so far, although it had moved somewhat, it had remained almost there.

But this time the fire whirlwind is different. The damage is increasing at an accelerating rate because it is moving around the position to the right and to the left.

At the very least, the salvation is that the number of crusaders is four thousand compared to the number of Bestian Imperial Army troops who took part in the Spring War...... No, including the supply troops and their escorts, the damage itself is less than before because it was about six thousand, but it would not be any consolation to Soble or Bratta.

"Damn! I thought we might still figure it out if we at least fought square and square..."

Soble grabs Bratta's shoulder hard enough to calm her down again, screaming irritably.

"No. Look, Bratta. What are you supposed to do now? It's about getting out of here at all costs and informing His Highness Kabazid that Deep Red has joined the rebels. Try to wipe us out here. Then His Highness Kabazid will confront him again without obtaining any certainty that the deep red is attached to the other side. Needless to say, how dangerous that is already?

The word was true.

In fact, it is true that there was an alarm that they were within their own sphere of power, but the fact that they had not been assured that the rebels had Ray is one of the major causes of this current situation.

That is why there must be no such thing as the total annihilation of ourselves here.

At any rate, Soble turned his gaze to Bratta with that thought that we had to tell our master about this one...

"Lord Bratta! Are you all right! And Lord Soble!

We both turn our gazes to that voice we heard before Bratta said anything.

There were those on horses who wanted to think how safe they were with the fire whirlwind moving around.

It was the cavalry that the second prince Schuls had forcefully pushed into this crusade.

"Oh, I don't know. Looks like you're safe, too."

Returning that word, together we make sure that the fire whirlwind is moving far from us - still in the same position - and once we stop and face each other.

I can't afford to be arguing over the differences in my faction right now. We need to get out of here at all costs now, and we must return to the Imperial City to inform our own lords about this.

We just barely look each other in the eye and confirm each other's intentions.

"Let's get the horse out of here. Instead, I want you to help us get out of this hell."

"Okay. I don't mind this one either."

We don't have time to negotiate long enough, so we'll just tell each other the main points and get ready quickly.

It was Bratta who immediately interrupted his opponent's words, but naturally he didn't feel anything for the rest of the Crusaders.

But still... wasting time here could be a fatal event not only for the Crusaders but also for Kabazid. I didn't have to hesitate if I thought so.

"So, Lord Bratta. Where'd you get out of? According to the information gathered here, each of the rebels is lurking near the entrance and exit of the fence, sniping with a bow."

Bratta tongues at the words of the captain of the cavalry, and Soble frowns uncomfortably.

It's a very uninteresting placement as someone being attacked, but that's why I have to admit the other handiwork.

What was unlucky at this time was that the Brattas didn't understand that the number of troops sniping with bows was only about thirty in all.

If I knew that, I would have pushed it to the entrance and exit all at once, regardless of some damage.

But it was only natural to assume that we were placing the right number of people there as well, beyond all the ambushes we've been carrying out.

Even Soble, Bratta's partner, had some doubts about the night raid deep within their sphere of power, but Bratta opens her mouth before telling them that.

"It's the entrance and exit where the enemy attacks are concentrated, isn't it?

"Huh? Yes. Of course it is."

I wonder what you're taking for granted. Even as the captain of the cavalry questions Bratta's words so much, he answers.

But when he heard it, Bratta grinned furiously and pointed her gaze at the entrance and exit… not at the protective fence.

"Then the story is simple. You don't have to bother getting out of the place where the enemy is waiting, you just have to poke at him."

"... I see. Surely Bratta would be able to do that."

Understanding what Bratta wanted to say, Soble shrugged as he was convinced, and the captain of the cavalry, unable to understand what the two were saying, could only lean his neck.

The night of tragedy is finally coming to an end...