Legend

Rebel positions, not so far from the Empire.

Many people originally visited the position as a result of an overwhelming victory over Schulz's dispatched crusaders.

But rebel positions are bigger and wider today than before.

The reason for this, of course, is that there is widespread talk that Schulz's crusaders were followed by Kabbazid's crusaders.

That's not just a victory either. We can't think of a normal battle where the Crusaders are destroyed without causing any damage.

That is why, as a rebel, we have spread the story to a large extent, and at the same time we have incorporated it into the rumors for morale, with the treatment of a person named Ray with a deep red alias who did it, as well as the elite in terms of the guerrilla troops led by Deep Red.

Some rebel heads of state could not help spreading rumors because the presence of Ray could not be hidden, but had the desire to hide it as much as possible with regard to the guerrilla forces.

Strictly trained elite troops from Ray and Seto. Naturally, that fighting power is very high compared to the average force, because I decided it could be a trump card at a time of need.

There were quite a few rebels who would agree with it... but in the end the guerrilla forces were also made public.

The reason is that we still needed a little more morale now, and most importantly, just like the facts... No, more than that, because we wanted to reinforce the impression that the rebels were overwhelmingly fighting this civil unrest in their favor.

Around here, Tiyur, who is entrusted with the intelligence manipulation of the rebels, takes the form of pushing off the opposition.

As a result, many people gathered at rebel positions in search of business opportunities from places such as merchants and surrounding cities and villages that heard rumors of overwhelming rebel advantage.

"I know that, but what if people are also coming from the imperial side that the rebels are going to march on?

"... people are resourceful in their interests. I guess if we decide it's in our own interest at all, we'll have no problem. I think there is less resistance around, especially since rumors are circulating that the rebels are humanitarian"

"That's what the rebels are spreading, isn't it? I don't know if that's true or not..."

"Because of the rumors, this is how we got into the rebel position safely. Then you don't have to blame it, even if you're grateful."

"But Sistoy..."

To the words of his partner, who hung on to say something, Sistoy smallly shook his neck to the side and peeked around and opened his tease.

"Calm down, Moura. Not being conspicuous is a top priority now anyway. Especially in this position. You should try to be as discreet as possible."

Actually, Ray's appearance is already in the Imperial Capital, but Moola and Sistoy couldn't know about it because it's basically hidden in the matter.

Most importantly, Ray's griffon ceto stands out anyway. That doesn't show up for a few days, so it's really hard to hide Ray's absence through.

Still, Ray's loss of appearance demonstrates the trust that the rebels are putting in Ray around the area where there is no opinion that he was killed in action or that he escaped.

Naturally, when Ray joined the rebels, there were also a large number of people who had resentment toward Ray.

But Ray has shown strength to those with such feelings as resentment, hatred, and jealousy, and has made them admit it by citing achievements.

"And you're surprised. I can't believe very few people have a grudge against Deep Red."

That's not why there's no one with a grudge against Ray, as Moura said, but still fewer like him on the table.

"Not at all.... If this happens, it may be harder to raid than it was in Ningro Empire. But not after us."

"Yes."

The job of assassinating Ray, received as a soul quenching bell. I knew it would be difficult to fulfill that on our own merits as it stands, but still, we can't leave here.

Leaving here means we have to give up even our own lives if we are bad.

"Look, calm down. The atmosphere is floating around. And what we need to do now is do the same thing with the Deep Red assassination, but with the extra requests."

"Mm, do you? I'm not aware of that myself."

"But even Sistoy is thinner and sharper looking than before, so be a little more careful"

While telling him to be embarrassed, there is a slight color of sadness and relief in Moura's eyes.

Poison received after Sistoy was attacked backwards in a raid that hit Ray during a fighting tournament.

Even though it was a lethal poison, Sistoy managed to escape death.

But I could be spared from death, but not completely from the effects of poison.

Sequelae such as decreased appetite and consequent weakness remained in Sistoy.

Restoring physical ability from such a state to this point would still be in the mood, although there is also the potential of Sistoy himself.

But... even if you've regained strength, that fighting power is clearly inferior compared to before.

In that sense, he may have been fortunate to have been turned around for additional work without being told that he could soon be tackled by a deep red assassination.

Moola mouths the subject's name as she watches how Sistoy is doing.

"Did I say soble...... or something? Though he seems to be quite an important figure among the 1st Prince. In fact, it looks like they're hiding somewhere pretty strictly."

Moura whining admirably.

I gently walked around the position to gather information, but I didn't know where the person named Soble, the target, was.

I don't see any trouble while I'm at it, because I didn't originally think I could find a location for the target in the intelligence gathering.

Target… Yes, the target of the job we were given this time.

However, even when it comes to targets, its meaning is very different compared to that of Ray. Against Ray, the target of the assassination...

"From what I've heard, a person named Soble is a brainchild figure, isn't he? Wouldn't that get in the way of us acting? If we can, we need to get out of this position."

"Please don't say impotent, impotent. In the first place, we're failing in the deep red thing. It also means warmth, so we have to do our job right here."

Yes, Soble was a target in the sense of helping out.

These two men were given orders to rescue Soble because, as Moura said, they had not yet been able to accomplish the Deep Red assassination.

… although Soble's request for rescue itself was chosen by a party led by Count Schwindell as one of the souvenirs when he made a request to Cabazide for the cooperation of the Crusaders.

(Still, I'm pretty sure I'd rather help someone like Soble out and buy some time than make a deep red opponent decent. If Sistoy recovers at all in the meantime, I hope or fulfill it as us)

Now I could have said where Ning Ro wants it if I had made it a moola that wants some time to recover from Sistoy.

What's even more fortunate for these two is that the Soul Bell collaborators - the exact ones who bought them - are near the target, Soble?

I was very fortunate to say that I could leave people completely to the act of exploring the location of targets, the hardest part of a job like this one.

Since the collaborators themselves still need to be here, it was difficult for Moura and the others to rescue them.

(Well, when they do it all over there, there's no point in us lending a hand.)

We fully understand that our turn has turned because we are in such a good state.

"Anyway, we've largely looked around the position, haven't we? Honestly, I didn't think it was this big."

"Right. It's not a village. It's big enough to think it's a city around there if you suck. … but this is an element that can help us move forward."

"Sure. If there are so many people out there, even if something happens, they can quickly get lost in the crowd. More than that, isn't it time to meet up? You won't want to get too much time over there, and get moving before you're late."

To Moura's words, Sistoy starts to snort and walk together silently.

The meeting place is a liquor store built inside the position.

It's just that even in a liquor store, there's nothing more solid than this place being a rebel position.

It's just a place where tables and chairs are properly arranged outside.

Sometimes it was easy for everyone to use, and it was a day in and day out.

However, if it rains only in the liquor store outside, it is naturally closed, and in that case it is in the form of a sales format of buying liquor and drinking in each tent.

Fortunately, today's weather was brilliant autumn sunshine and it never meant the tavern was off.

"It's a corner, and you might want to try something. I'm talking about some pretty good food."

"... right"

The appetite was not so good yet, Sistoy, but I still understood that Moura cared about herself and told her, so she snorted honestly.

"Hmm. This is the tavern, right?... maybe it's not worse than I imagined. I don't know how many people have been drinking since daylight."

Arriving at the tavern, Moura looks around with a silent sistoy.

What those eyes are looking at is not counting how many guests are in the tavern as the word suggests, but a landmark.

A person on a blue sheath with a slightly flashy long sword called a red pattern on the table. Look for that person...

(was there)

Proceed without straying to a seat with that person in sight.

Sistoy also follows Moura in silence.

Moura alone could get tangled up in drunkenness, and that role is as an escort.

... Most importantly, Moura is also a member of the Soul Reliever Bell. Unlike Sistoy, even if the battle isn't in office, I can handle about ten or twenty drunks.

"Do you mind if I sit here?

To Moura, who grins and asks with words against an unfamiliar opponent, the opponent turns his gaze straight at the cup he was drinking.

It is dressed as a typical soldier, with no particular noticeable appearance.

A man of appearance who would be buried as soon as he was mixed up among the soldiers.

But if the man interrogating Soble sees him, he'll recall that he's the one who brought Liot in for the plug.

Soldiers also nod small when they gaze at the bracelet Moura was wearing as evidence of the rendezvous.

"Oh, I was drinking alone anyway. If you can drink with a beauty like your sister, you can wish or fulfill it. How about your brother over there with you? There's only a liquor store in the position, not a lot of liquor types, but it's got a lot of good liquor, right?

To the words of the soldier, Sistoy sits next to Moura, who sat in a chair without answering anything in particular.

I guess he shows in his attitude that he is only an escort to Moura.

If it was meant to be, it was Sistoy, who even wanted to stand behind Moura, but imitating it like that would make it obviously noticeable on this occasion.

That's why I was sitting next to Moura and showing myself around other than the man in front of me that I was taking him.

When I order ale and light food from the waitress who came to pick up my order, they carry it right away.

Moura opens her mouth as she sips ale all the time quickly.

"Nice to meet you. Should I say that?

"Right. But it's better if we don't get along. If you think about it, you shouldn't be too close."

"Heh, sure, that's right. But you need something called a greeting, right?... as it is anyway. Can I assume the target's location has already been identified?

"Yeah. But the watch is pretty tight. I have a confident soldier on my arm. If we're going to take him out, do we kill all the soldiers on the guard, or do we take out the target completely unnoticed? Well, I'll leave it up to you which way, but as far as I'm concerned, I want you to pick the latter."

Moura tilts her little neck at the man who tells him as he reaches for the dried meat on the plate.

It's an intentional act, but I couldn't see through it to a soldier's man.

"Why?

"Sure, I'm your collaborator. But that doesn't mean I don't feel anything for the guys here. We live together, so it's natural around here, right?

"... I see. Let me worry about that area. Breaking through from the front can also mean fighting the rebels on our own. I'd like to talk to you in peace if I could. … but in order to do so, we need more information about the perimeter of the target."

I think I can do something with the doll. With that thought, Moura asked, and the soldier's man also told him what information he knew if his colleague's life would be guaranteed by it.