Legend

The sound of a glass cup smashing sounds in the room, and the voice of the man who had that glass cup sounds in the room.

"Stupid...... is that true or is that!?

I couldn't believe I was living in that voice. Besides emotions like I don't want to believe, there was also a mixture of hate... no, resentment.

Therefore, of the man who uttered the word… the other nobles who were around the Earl of Schvindell unexpectedly retreat after a few steps.

"His Royal Highness Kabazid's formed crusaders... have suffered devastating damage at his hands..."

Yes. The rumor I just heard from my fellow aristocrats is that the Crusaders were nearly half-destructed.

Those who hold grudges against Ray on this occasion have desperately pursued him even after Ray disappeared from the Imperial Capital.

Inside, didn't you already return to the kingdom of Mireana? That - I wonder if he could not avenge it - some spoke of anxiety, but still the Earl of Schvindell did not give up...... no, he was so intransigent in his quest for that figure that it could be said obsessively.

Even though I contacted the Soul Bell, only the words currently under investigation came back, and I was still looking for Ray... but the news turned out to be in the form of rumors today.

That too, in a way that is nearly half the worst.

Naturally, the Earls of Schvindell also knew that a crusade formed with the 1st prince sect at its centre was dispatched.

But then a few days later, there was absolutely nothing to report - and that's what was going on in the middle of the fight and so on - but we never thought that the cause was in our own grievances.

"Such a crusader by himself… it also devastates His Highness Kabazid's hands, etc."

"No, rumor has it that I'm alone in a deep red, but that's no way. In the first place, it's true that deep red may use powerful magic, but I don't think something like 6,000 people would be killed at once."

"But it's true that the Crusaders were wiped out, isn't it?

"Wait. If the Crusaders have been wiped out in the first place, why are these rumors spreading? If it has truly been wiped out, haven't those in the Imperial Capital yet got a way of knowing what happened to the Crusaders?

"It would be a little too much to say that there is no art of knowing. There's a chance that merchants, adventurers, travelers, etc. have taken the streets to inform us of the total annihilation of the Crusaders."

"Anyway, it's odd that one deep red man can wipe out the Crusaders for anything. I'm not familiar with the military, but I still know this is an unusual event."

"Um, wasn't the flaming tornado used in the Seremus Plains as well?

"But then only the advance forces were harmed, and some of them survived."

"It's..."

"I mean, isn't this what this is all about? It is true that the Crusaders were devastated by the activity of the deep red. But it wasn't just Deep Red who did it, the others were cooperating. Those who have lost their duty to Deep Red have been killed by none but Deep Red, and those who have survived it have returned to the Empire City to report."

One of the nobles gives a convincing look to the words he said, not even to those around him who were confused and calling to their liking.

"But..."

So, again, other nobles tried to say something, then.

"I'm kidding!

Such anger echoes in one room of the room.

The voice was uttered by Count Schvindell, who is also the compiler and central figure of the nobles present on this occasion.

Count Schvindell, who is usually the kind of aristocrat to whom the word solemnity suits, but only hatred is now on its face.

The look of it hanging his eyes and stripping away his hatred doesn't seem like the same person as the very usual Earl of Schvindell.

Until now, I did even make my face look rude if a deep red name came up. But still, I never showed how I stripped my emotions so far.

Most importantly, there have been times before when Count Schvindell has become fierce, but it was only in a place where people's … not exactly nobility.

The maids and butlers who clean up after that naturally knew something was wrong with Count Schwindell.

Still, I knew that Weir, one of Count Schvindell's only daughters, was closed and caged in his own room in the death of his fiancée, so I didn't think I could help this rough.

But... now I've revealed myself in front of the nobles I've been working on.

If you try to be the one who only knows what the usual Earl of Schvindell looks like, it wouldn't be strange to have someone out there wondering if he's crazy.

But the person didn't seem to notice a glance from his surroundings at all, and waved his fist down to the table where he was sitting.

Fortunately, this is a room in the castle, and naturally the furniture in the room is also first-class and sturdy.

Because of that, my fist was not swung down to destroy the table, but it makes enough noise that it would have been destroyed had this table been anything like that used by civilians.

There was naturally more damage to that fist than the shaken down fist could destroy the table, the skin was torn, the flesh was visible, and the blood was flowing.

"Shh, Earl of Schvindell?

One of the nobles asks in such a way as to be afraid.

It was an act with my neck tilted to the appearance that it was too different than usual... but it was the blood running eyes that came back to it.

"Hih!

You must have returned to me with such a scream. Count Schvindell finally understands what he did and coughs up small.

"I'm sorry, I showed you the ugly part. What more do we do now than that...... anyone have any opinions?

Earl Schvindell asked as if to mislead his earlier attitude, but it was a bewildered glance to come back to it.

In the meantime, one of the nobles gathered here opens his mouth as if to say something.

"They say what we're going to do, but don't we have to do anything more than leave the beginning and end of the deep red to the bell of the soul? If you do something on your own, it could get in the way."

It was the nobility that suggested it so, but honestly, it was the nobility's heart that it didn't want to do anything.

Originally this nobleman is in a party, starting with Count Schvindell, because his brother died in battle in the spring war.

But given his status as a nobleman, it's rarer to get along with his family.

In this sense, sometimes in the case of this aristocracy, my brother was aiming for the Lord's seat that he should take, and at the same time he was more conscious of his rivalry around the Lord's seat than of his brothers.

Why are you participating in this gathering? That's because, for one thing, I decided it was in my interest and that of the house to join this group.

Everyone unites for a prey called Deep Red.

Making enemies outside and collecting groups is a method that has been well done since ancient times, and this gathering can also be used when you become the lord of nobility. That's why I took part in this gathering.

But... that seems a lot off the record here, too.

Whatever makes the enemy outside in the first place, I guess the problem is that the enemy was too strong.

You can't defeat a soul-quenching bell using it. Because that's who I'm dealing with.

……

To the words of the nobility, Count Schvindell turns his gaze to urge ahead.

Count Schvindell's eyes, however, bear a color close to half madness, and the nobleman who notices it spins his words so that he manages not to irritate them, even though he feels something cold in his spine.

"I mean, beyond what we've already asked for, we just need to wait for the results."

"... that's what your lord says, but you couldn't do anything when you were at hand, could you? If it were to be in the rebels, I'd know it would be more difficult to get rid of him.

If you say something far-fetched, you might get yourself killed. In the gaze that even dwelt such madness, the aristocrats managed to turn their heads to make this place go by...... and then there was something that came to mind for the word rebel.

"So... what about joining the Crusaders? Until now, Count Schvindell and we have asked for the Soul Bell without our hands because we could not do anything flashy. But now there's a big name that's clear and hostile to Deep Red, but no problem."

"That's what I thought, too. But in the first place, we asked the Soul Bell because we knew we couldn't beat him in this battle."

"If it is indeed our only force of war, it will. Regrettably, his ability to fight is abnormal. Anyone who sees the finals of the competition will be convinced."

Rank S adventurer, the battle against immovable noise is naturally watched by everyone on this occasion.

It was an act with the idea of forgetting the appearance of our own family and friends' vengeance, but it showed the sight of fighting each other against noise and recognised its strength.

Did the other nobles in this room recall that time? The momentum a little bit diminishes.

Its nobility opens its mouth so as not to miss that moment's gap.

"But not this time. We are not the only ones who can count on the strength of His Highness Kabazid and His Highness Schulus. Besides, neither of His Highness has more to offer than losing to the rebels. We want to win big against the rebels at all costs, beyond the certainty that we will stand downwind of His Royal Highness Merclio."

"Get on with it," he said? But what about His Royal Highness Frizione?

"I don't know how His Highness Frizione will come out, but His Highness Frizione doesn't like to fight in the first place. It could mean not joining the Crusaders and consolidating the protection of the Imperial capital."

Give that explanation a look that those who were there were convinced of.

In fact, given Frizione's personality, it's not strange at all to be in such a situation...... no, because I can even convince Ning Ro.

"... Hmm, I see. Surely there's room to think about it."

Earl Schvindell nods and turns his gaze to the other nobles in the room.

What do you want to say, even if you don't say the words? The nobles with their gaze could understand it.

If you make it a nobleman with a deep grudge against Ray, the proposal can be described as a ship across the street.

"Let's do it, Count Schvindell!

"Yes! The bell of the soul can't hold a deep red for long. If so, with our hands!

"Even though it is said that the bell of the soul in question is handsome, to that extent. You don't have to guess. With our power, the deep red neck!

"No, wait. Something like that. For once, don't take down your request for the Soul Bell, but leave it at that."

"No... but those are the ones who couldn't accomplish anything so far? We need to count on them..."

"So maybe. If someone who has just become an adventurer by mistake is lucky enough to defeat the dragon, he may achieve some kind of achievement, even with the bells of soul quenching."

I guess I'm feeling better as I speak. Most people felt no abnormality because they were half-excited.

This is the form of an explosion of frustration that has been suppressed so far.

In the meantime, only the nobles who had earlier advanced to Count Schvindell their participation in the Crusades were breathing a breath of relief in their hearts.

(Good, there won't be anything like an outburst with this, and even if we bump into deep red, we're not the only soldiers in the Crusades. There is an overwhelming chance of survival, even if it is less than just us)

If you try to be this aristocrat, the other aristocrats... and even the Crusaders are only shields to survive and not drain their power.

Because I was honest about wanting to say thank you, rather than resentment, for defeating my brother, who was my potential enemy in the first place.

Most importantly, it is also true that it is of greater value to gain some benefit within this population than to be so grateful.

If I had the opportunity to help Deep Red, I would never have thought to help.

Ning Ro, you should be happy to ensure that you get the most out of it.

You can give it to Count Schvindell, and you can get that neck yourself.

(We were just talking about having some magic items, so I want to get as much of you as I can. And Griffon. You won't be able to get used to it, so it will be material... shouldn't you get your hands on this one? It's almost impossible to beat that reaper in the sky)

He went into the nobles' stories to think about the profits he had yet to see in his heart, imagine himself to gain it, and join the Crusaders' story with a small grin.