Legend

As the moon present in the night sky illuminated the earth brilliantly with moonlight, the group was running at full speed without waving its sides.

Everyone is on a horse and runs, runs, runs, runs crazy in death.

If I had run at this full speed, the horse would have been tired and loose his legs, but now the horse keeps running as if he didn't feel tired at all.

The horse knows. The place where we were until just now is full of death, and we need to get away from it a little faster and farther.

Therefore, even if the horse herself already knows she must rest from fatigue if it is meant to be, she pushes away from the impending fear behind her back.

In the meantime, the captain of the cavalry, who was running beside Bratta, screams.

"Lord Bratta! It's time to give him a break or his horse will crumble! Luckily, it's small not so far from here, but I think there was a river, so let's head over there once!

……

Bratta nods silently at the captain's words and follows the cavalry as he drifts off the street to lead.

The cavalry members head to the river, which is always noisy Bratta's appearance, even though they find it subtly unpleasant.

The horses also find that those on them are starting to relieve tension, so as to fit in and slow down the speed.

Keep going for about twenty minutes. Eventually I hear the water flow.

And what appeared was a river to such an extent that it should be described as a creek rather than a river......

It would only be about two meters to the other shore. Even at that depth, it's only about an adult knee.

Still, if I tried to be a horse that had run at full speed so far or a knight on it, it would have been a resting place where there would have been no more.

"... Phew. Let's take a break here first. The horses have gone all this way, too. I would be quite tired. I wish I had a horse instead, but it's so strange that I survived. I can't say luxury."

All the other cavalry members nod at the words of the captain of the cavalry.

Everything here but Bratta is a cavalry...... a cavalry directly from Schuls to be exact.

The Crusaders were originally formed of the First Prince, and the cavalry in front of Bratta was supposed to be a small exception.

But...... now the position is completely reversed and Bratta is more in the minority in this place.

……

But Bratta doesn't look like she cared about that at all, and takes her straight down from the horse to the river.

Even for a horse, I guess I was just too tired from all the sickness I've had so far. Ring briefly and mouth to the river water.

Bratta gently strokes the back of the horse, who keeps drinking water without resting.

"I'm sorry to make you impotent. But I think we're going to make you impotent again, so try harder."

I know I didn't answer that word, but my face up from the water in the river, Bull, and my horse squeals.

"Lord Bratta, take this. We kept moving from the midnight battle to this point, and we need you to restore some health."

The captain of the cavalry has handed me dried fruit.

Its fruit, sufficiently dried by the heavenly sun, when chewed, spreads sweetness over a cup of mouth.

Not so good at sweet things, Bratta drinks the river water with a slight frown on the flavor that spreads through her mouth.

Thus… for the first time I understood that I was thirsty, and repeatedly watered it and carried it to my mouth.

We stayed in a fire whirlwind position until the end. The heat emitted from the fire whirlwind rapidly raised the temperature in the position, as if it were in the mid summer sun even though it was midnight in the fall...... if it was bad, it would have acted in more temperatures than that.

It's also sudden from the cool autumn night temperatures.

Furthermore, depending on the movement of the fire whirlwind, we have survived a situation in which everything is determined by luck, regardless of our skill. Besides, I've been running through it with all my might without any rest from the position to this point, so I guess I was draining more strength and thirsty than I thought.

Continue drinking river water until your stomach is full of water, then finally take a breath.

That's how you look up at the night sky, and there's the moon and countless stars that look big.

Its stars took my consciousness away...... eventually I remember Soble looking up at the starry sky well in spite of that calm and deposited personality.

Hatred that comes up from the bottom of my heart at the same time.

He was his own friend, partner, understandable, and even half-parent-like, such an opponent.

Such an opponent was shot with an arrow. More than we came so thoroughly to kill ourselves. Perhaps Soble's life was saved with his horse down, but it's not that hard to predict his fate after that.

"Damn...... damn, damn!

Bratta beats the ground with the emotions that have sprung up from within herself.

Its power is tremendous and the ground sinks about a few centimeters.

But... even with all that power, I couldn't protect myself from every friend.

At this time, for the first time, I felt like Bratta understood how Rodos felt.

Of course, I understand that the hatred I feel is very different from what Rodos has.

Still, he said it would be the same in the sense of negative emotions.

He falls asleep on the ground, looks at the stars of the night sky as he smells the grass, whining about the names of his friends who don't even know if they're alive or dead.

"Soble......"

"I know what it's like to be frustrated, but right now I was wondering if we should give priority to returning to the Imperial City"

It was the captain of the cavalry, whether it should still be said or taken for granted, who had called out to Bratta like that.

The cavalry members besides the captain were naturally exposed to anger that was close to Bratta's exasperation to kill and couldn't talk about it.

Even for this captain, there was sweat seeping through his palms and spines on the surface anyway, and inside he was scared to notice the killing feeling from the man in front of him.

Bratta, who can be counted among Cabazide's men as one of the highest fighters, and even in Schulss's direct line of command, is just a man entrusted with a unit of the cavalry. The difference in strength can be said to be historical.

Still, the loyal captain to Schultz managed to pull Bratta to the Imperial City.

The reason for this is that if we return to Imperial Capital alone, we may be manipulated in a stranger way by Kabazid.

If we are told that we have joined hands with the rebels and have brought in the other troops inside the position, there is no physical evidence to overturn it.

Unless it is imitated as such, it is incredible that close to 6,000 troops and their escorts, combined with their power, will be in a temperate state of expression, such as total annihilation and devastation.

(It wouldn't be total annihilation in the true sense. There must be other survivors besides us, and some of them may be captives over there. but...... still, I definitely need this guy)

He was the captain who made up his mind to be so prepared to speak, but it was an unexpected reaction to come back to it.

"I know... I know. I was entrusted to him. I have an obligation to inform His Highness Kabazid that Deep Red is on the other side... No, I have a right"

Gilli, and all you hear around you is the sound of Bratta eating her teeth off.

That represented the anger that was in Bratta.

The captain unwittingly retreats after a few steps when he sees an image of a volcano that doesn't know when it will erupt in such a Bratta's condition.

"Anyway, once I give my horse a break here... well, I'll be leaving in an hour or so. After that, instead of running the horse to its limits like this one, it will be some leeway travel."

"... oh. I know."

The desperate run from the position to this point in the first place was also aimed at shaking off the pursuit of the rebels, but there was a fire whirlwind that had become a symbol of despair and a deep red presence that had created it.

Then, in order to escape, the horse has been on the road for a long time at a speed that is not too strange to crumble.

Still, it didn't crumble, I guess, purely because of the high ability of the horses used in Schulz's direct cavalry unit.

But even the horses are so worn that they cannot be forced to do so any more.

Try being a captain, the horse would have liked to have more... if he could have given him a night off this evening or so, but what happened earlier... given the situation of the destruction of the Crusaders, it was necessary to inform the Lord who served himself a little sooner.

"Now, Lord Bratta, please rest a little longer until we leave. If you're on the lookout, I'll take it from here."

Bratta doesn't answer anything in particular, just glances at the back of the captain who tells him that and leaves.

Because I understand that I should listen to the other person on this occasion.

As for Bratta herself, I was filled with the desire to fly out of here right now to the Imperial City... but I can't possibly imitate that.

In the end, as the captain of the horseback squad put it, I had to rest until time came.

"Okay, so you're ready?

Palenix nods silently at Ray's inquiry like he confirms.

Already fully prepared to leave, he is in a carriage taken over by Ray from the Crusaders by tying him up so that he cannot imitate the detours even as a captive soble.

There was a guerrilla trooper sitting on the podium of such a carriage, and as a lookout, he had several other people in the body of the vehicle in addition to Soble.

The horse that pulls the carriage is the horse on which they were riding.

Soble's main body is only brains. It was a common idea with Ray and Palenix that no strange imitation could be made in this situation.

Each of the other guerrilla soldiers also rides a horse.

Due to the characteristics of the unit called the guerrilla unit, the technique of horseback riding was naturally more essential than the emphasis on mobility.

Best of all, it was the elites who were chosen as the guerrillas in the first place. Naturally, we all have the right skills for horseback riding.

... in Ray's case, though it was a griffon ceto, not a horse.

"I'm going back to base, but be careful not to be found by the enemy for once. I would originally like to leave in the morning, but that fire...... no, not necessarily that the nobles, knights, adventurers, mercenaries and others in the vicinity who saw the tornado of fire would not send a reconnaissance force to see how things were going. Few will send reconnaissance in the night, but surely in the morning there will be more"

Everyone snorts at Ray's words like that when they know what he's saying.

Hours after the battle because everyone understands it. It's not even dawn time yet, because this is how you're ready to retreat and not complain about a single thing.

... If anyone can complain about Ray, everyone in this room... that's what I answer no to, including Pale Nix.

Ray shows everyone how strong he is, and above all, the fire whirlwind he sees right in front of him.

It would be quite a figure to watch the fire whirlwind up close, which should also be called a symbol of death, but still be able to say something against Sanlay.

Besides, although the guerrilla soldiers participated in this battle, they were actually just targeting enemies coming out of the entrance and exit of the fence from a remote location with bows and arrows. I can't mistakenly say I'm not tired because I did fight, but still less tired than when I actually slashed each other.

Thanks to this, I was able to leave ready to withdraw even though it had not been that long since the battle was over.

"I think this time would be safe for once, but like I did when I got here, I'd scout from above to avoid collision with other forces' troops"

The face of the guerrilla squad exhaling relief at that word of Ray.

Anyway, the surroundings are still surrounded by darkness than it is at night.

Of course there are moonlights, but still it was only natural that vision would be severely restricted compared to the day.

Considering that, Ray and Seto will see if there are any more opponents approaching from above at night, which is more helpful given the hassle of the night march.

Naturally it doesn't mean that even Ray and Seto don't miss everything perfectly, so it's not necessarily that there aren't goblin-like people approaching in the dark at night, the time of the monster's active movement.

But there was no way the Goblins could have caught up with the guerrillas more than they could have done with horses and carriages.

You don't even have to deal with him because you find him approaching and he's already out of range when he's ready to attack.

None of the damage suffered by the guerrillas, with a total of about 6,000 crusaders in a state of devastation.

With so little success, the Rays return to their rebel positions.