Legend

Office of the Second Prince Schuls of the Bestian Empire. The words that came out of the mouth of the person who just jumped in there were not very, but easy to hear.

In the quiet office, the first person to open his mouth was, naturally, Schuls.

"What did you just say? It sounded like there was a deep red?

You understand what happens if it's bullshit, right? It was an inquiry with that meaning in mind, but the nobleman who came into the office opens his mouth without even showing fright.

"My men's wizards have the ability to feel the magic of others. This ability is very rare for those who possess it, but there have been reports that there are currently deep reds in the castle due to that ability."

"... the ability to feel magic, huh? I do hear from time to time that there are those who possess the ability of that hand, but is there any certainty that it is a deep red magic?

"Yes, I'm sure because I feel that magic directly at the martial arts tournament. And..."

Until now, he was a confident and explanatory nobleman, but for some reason he suddenly cages his mouth.

"What's up? If you need anything, you can tell me."

"... I'm not entirely convinced that I've received a report on this, but the magic of deep red is so immense that I can't go wrong, and if you have the ability of your kind, you can definitely feel it first."

The expression of Schuls moves picklessly on that word of the nobility.

Exhaling loudly to exhale irritation, he once again calls out to the nobility.

"Then why now? If the magic of deep red is so powerful that you can't go wrong, why don't you explain it in advance?"

"Well... I've been frightened and caged in my room since I felt the ability to be deeply red at the fight competition... because I'm originally a weak person."

"You can say you're weak... No, well. In the end he reported it to me like this, so it would be better than nothing.... Dune"

"Yes!

You didn't think you could speak up to yourself here, Dune replies to Schulss as if he was somewhat panicked.

"Apparently the person on the robe who said you were with the White Rose Knights was very likely deep-red. Almost certainly."

"... that robe, deep red? But I have met Deep Red once before!

"Oh, I know. The Knights of Unicorn complained about that."

To Schultz's cold voice, Dune stops the bikle and movement.

But he opens his mouth in a panic as it tastes.

"I was seeing Deep Red then, but I didn't notice anything today. Is that happening?

"Yes. The deep red you know is what you look like with a griffon. For better or worse, that impression was too strong. That's why I couldn't recognize the deep red in my robe as a deep red. I'm talking about what the robe itself touches."

"It's..."

To Schuls' words, Dune recalls the deep red face he had previously met on the side of the Empire.

But I do remember you only because of the strong impression of Griffon on my side.

Despite the fact that he's the one who made himself so vain.

And even though I try to recall the face of the person I thought was a deep red I met in front of the castle earlier, that face never matches the face of the person I met near the Imperial City.

If I had gone to see the martial arts tournament, maybe I could have firmly remembered the deep red face.

But unfortunately - he deserved it, to be exact - Dune was cautious when he threatened the tolls from the merchants.

That too, with a watch.

That's why Dune couldn't firmly recall the face of a person named Decent Deep Red.

"So, Your Highness Schulz. Any further moves?

"... you're about to get lost"

To Amare's words, Schuls frowns slightly.

It was the aristocratic man who brought the information that Ray was in the castle who opened his mouth to such his own lord.

"Lord Schulss, what do you get lost in? The rebels' supreme power is in the castle… I mean, it's in our hands. Besides, as far as I can tell, the White Rose Knights brought a deep red. So, if so, on this occasion, His Royal Highness Frizione..."

"No!

Reject the nobility proposal almost reflexively, Schulz.

The aristocrats also know there are things Schuls thinks are different about his sister, cough up small and open their teats.

"I know that His Highness Schulus admires His Highness Frizione. But take a good look at the situation in the castle right now. That deep red... there's someone in this castle who wiped out His Highness's 1st Prince's Crusaders all by himself, isn't there?

"That battle didn't go by itself, Deep Red. It's been confirmed that there were other soldiers."

It was schulss to tell you as if you were going to be deluded somewhere, but eventually you figured that out yourself. Breathe in a small sigh and open your tease mouth.

"I know what you're trying to say. But it is believed that Brother Kabazid already knows about Deep Red. With that in mind, there's plenty of potential for things to taste bad if you move on your own over here. It's bad for you to tell me that Deep Red is in the castle, but you can't do this on your own."

"I'm pretty sure I want to get a handle on it. That's why I came to report that Deep Red was in the castle. But other than that, I think it would be of great benefit to His Highness Schulz in the future if we hold down the deep red here."

To the aristocrat who stares, Schuls also returns his gaze and opens his mouth.

"But it's dangerous to have a bad relationship with Brother Kabazid here. Especially if they have a trump card called Deep Red."

"It's a good opportunity to get that deep red!

"... how?

It was Amare who questioned the nobility who was trying to persuade Schulz.

That word, which asks, as usual, with little change of expression, does not have the intention of arguing with the other person. Purely, there is only the question of how to capture the deep red.

"How? That's..."

The aristocrats who tried to return the words, they get stuck there.

Naturally. The opponent is alone in approaching a single army… or has more power than that.

If you are going to capture or kill someone like that, you naturally need to give them the strength they deserve.

But most of them would say no if they were told that they could afford such a force in a situation where they were at a disadvantage in the fight against the rebels.

Of course, I understand that if we can capture Deep Red here, the insurgency will be greatly reduced, but I still don't want to greatly reduce our own power here.

Especially in the current situation where the 1st and 2nd principals are working together, you can't help but hear the gaps between them.

Once this civil war is over, we will soon be in conflict again, so it is only natural that we should want to keep each other's forces warm if we can.

"Do you understand? If this is the battlefield, we will still manage to reach a compromise. If it's a big place called the battlefield, it drains each other's power. But in this case, the target is one deep red. That doesn't really mean we can attack in the army any more than it is this castle that serves as a battlefield. Depending on the location, there would be between ten and twenty people."

And if you do poorly, even the chosen elite will be wiped out.

Hearing the words spoken in darkness, the nobles roar.

Because I understood that was the truth.

"So... I don't know how long it'll be, but if you let Deep Red stay in the castle like this?

"It will. But even for him, he won't be in the castle forever. Because this is no different for him than it is for him. If we were to set him up, it would be time for him to get out of the capital and be ready for battle."

To the words of Schuls, a man of nobility nods as he was convinced.

"I see. I can't argue with him in the castle because the battlefield is narrow. Then I will await him with His Highness Kabazid in a wide area. Sure, then..."

But it was Amare who sandwiched his mouth in the words of the nobleman.

"Sure, then you can pick up the deep red any day. Even with an alias, his age is still in his mid-teens. If you set up a war of attrition, you may indeed be able to win... but that will drain this one's power as well. And what will happen to the rebels led by His Highness Merclio?

"I also know what Amare is trying to say. But this is a great opportunity. In the first place, if you don't defeat Deep Red here, you'll end up joining Merclio and launching an attack this way with a full attitude"

"That's true..."

As for the mouth-watering Amare, I didn't want Schuls to be hostile to deep red here if I could.

It's not a word because of the dangers of Schulz.

No, it's hostile to deep red, so there's plenty of potential danger to Schulss. But then Schuls just needs to leave the command to his men and not go to the scene.

Why I still didn't want Schulss to participate in this case. That's...

(His Highness Frizione is definitely going to join His Highness Merclio)

It's not like I have proof. It is only the result of hearing and anticipating the current situation and reports from Amare's hands who are releasing them around Frizione.

Do you have any clear evidence? If asked, I would only be able to answer it as a woman's question. Because now it's only circumstantial evidence.

Most importantly, it would be conclusive proof that there is a deep red under Frizione.

But Amare knows Schuls admires Frizione.

It's only recently that I've stopped expressing it in my attitude, but still admiring it at the bottom of my heart, if I try to make it an amare that I've grown up with since I was a young girl, I can't possibly spot it.

That's why he wanted Schulus to delay a little if he could, in making Frizione's betrayal clear.

I guess I'll have to let you know eventually, but at least a little later......

That's not the deputy, daughter-in-law, I'm familiar with. And I know it's a man and woman emotional loss.

I guess what makes me think that, even if I know it, is that even Amare, who always seems calm, is still human.

"In the meantime, get in touch with Brother Kabazid. I need to know how you're going to handle this."

While Amare was immersed in thought, I guess Schuls put together his thoughts. With that voice Amare returns to me.

"Yes. I'll try to get in touch with you soon. So, Your Highness Schulss. I think we should be ready for this. What do you want to do?

If I say anything more, Schuls, thinking for a few seconds, nods back to Amare's words, who decides that he thinks Ning Lo is disbelieving.

"Right. Are you sure you don't want to keep your hands around me?... but if you show a flashy move, brother Kabazide. Regardless, you may also be known on sister Frizione. Probably got into this outrage trying to hold it between us and Merclio..."

Even as he exhales, Schulz's expression doesn't have that surprising color.

I guess it's because I've had some kind of habit because I've been swayed by Frizione's behavior without clapping a few times before.

But only this time, that doesn't make sense either.

Schuls has already decided that Merclio should be defeated. Of course, if I could, I would prefer not to kill him and capture him, but if I could, to that extent.

"Anyway, just keep it so you can move no matter what.... Brother Kabazid said before, I wish I could use the trump card against Deep Red well. What do you think?"

Amare, gazed at by Schulz, shakes his neck sideways thinking a little.

"It's certainly about His Highness Kabazid, so you wouldn't call anything that doesn't work at all a trump card. But unfortunately, we didn't see first-hand how effective it would be. Given the area, I was wondering if I shouldn't expect too much."

"Right."

It was a snort shrug, but that's where the ever airy Dune opens his mouth.

I came to the corner surus office, so I want to make a strong impression of my existence. It would be true that I had such thoughts.

At the same time, I thought this was a chance to make a move.

"Your Highness Schulz, leave this place to me. You look like this. You've been relative to Deep Red once. To capitalize on this experience..."

"No, you don't have to. You stay as you always do without doing anything extra."

But if I shrugged him, I thought that if this man, who creates extra commotion, does something, he might be tempted by him, and he just dismisses him and tells him so.

"Become!?

Dune's surprise voice echoes inside the office when he didn't think his opinion would be immediately dismissed.