Legend

Inside the rebel position. Moura and Sistoy were watching the situation some distance from the tent where the rescue target, Soble, was being captured.

We were watching each other in the tent pretending to be soldiers and making them look like they were training, but all that comes out of Moura's mouth is sighing.

"At all, I can't believe you're doing something that doesn't suit me to dress as a soldier, but you end up without any information..."

While sighing, Moura waves as if to check on the longsword in her hand.

Words were on the back, and the blow of Moura's waving long sword emitted a sharp sound.

Naturally. Even Moura has survived in slums since she was a little girl. Even if you are not a front-line person, you have some strength.

Besides, as a member of the Soul Bell, a few soldiers have the power to do it with one hand.

Most……

"Don't say that. I don't even know where Deep Red is at the moment, so it doesn't stand out flashly. Now we should act out of sight anyway."

"... then get out of my way a little bit more"

Sistoy's swinging Halbad makes a roar and wields momentum as if to destroy the air.

No matter how much Moura had some strength, it was clearly inferior to Sistoy, who fights purely on the front line.

That's enough for an adventurer who was watching the battle between the two from afar now to open his eyes.

But the two exchange words without looking like they cared about such an adventurer.

"But there are rumors that there's no deep red, aren't there? Then why don't we just raid right now and get a guy like Soble back?

According to information received from soldiers of the collaborators of the Soul Bell, the appearance of deep red has not been confirmed in the position in the last few days.

No, not exactly a deep red, but an obedient Griffon.

Though he wears a plain robe and has a neat face, the deep red he hides it in his hood doesn't notice at all if he's distracted by the crowd around him if he grows up.

But Griffon was different.

It is obviously a noticeable being, and it would be impossible to hide through it moving like Ray did.

That's why Griffon's lack of appearance in the last few days was the reason why Deep Red might not be currently in this position.

Most importantly, whether moola or sistoy, I'm not going to move flashy until I get certainty that Deep Red isn't in the position properly.

Someone you won't be more alert to. That's deep red, because once you cross the blade, you can understand enough.

If the deep red figure is not in the position, when he starts to move alarmingly, he just meets. Nothing but the worst if that happens.

"Totally annoying and annoying without you."

A long sword wielded with frustration slashes and tears the air as it emits a sharp sound.

A knight walking through the vicinity stops inadvertently when he sees the sword muscle of such a moola.

You must have noticed that. A look like Moura herself has done it only comes to mind for a moment.

"Well, you don't have to do that. What do you say we come to our unit?

"Sorry, I'm not going to move from my current unit..."

"Really? We're gonna welcome you in with better treatment than we do now, okay?

"I'm sorry"

As the word goes, Moura bows her head with a sorry look on her face.

Near that moola, a slight force is put into the hand where Sistoy is holding the Halvard pattern.

If a knight tries to carry something forcefully, he's going to take that life and stop it.

Of course if you imitate that, you won't be able to be in this position. But it was definitely better than imitating abandoning my partner, Moura.

"Well, you don't have that much arm. Call me as soon as you change your mind. I'm Aurena. A knight serving Baron Hyundre."

Fortunately, however, the knight named Aurena leaves without imitating any more forcefully soliciting.

Ning Ro, it would be Moura who was hung up with words who had a surprise look on her face.

They pull away for a very strong reason. I was even thinking about that possibility, but I didn't expect you to listen to me so lightly.

"That's a lot different than the knight we know."

"... Indeed"

To Moura's words, Sistoy also pulls power out of the Halvard pattern he was gripping as he nodded to agree.

"Honestly, when I watch something like this, I feel more intimate over here than over there."

"Don't say it. We've already decided what we need to do. We'll blunt that resolve."

"I know. You just said it. I don't mean to hurt you or betray your soul bell."

"Then fine. But I don't know where the organization is. Be careful what you say and do."

"Worrying."

It was Moura returning words to Sistoy, but I know what her partner is saying.

Given the size of the organization, the Soul Bell, it is certain that there are collaborators and organizational handlers lurking besides the soldiers who told us where the Soble is.

I didn't think there would ever be just one of those soldiers among the rebels.

If other collaborators are asked what they are talking about now, they may be seen as disturbing molecules as having a flirtatious attitude towards the organization.

The combination of Moura and Sistoy was top-notch arm-writer among the bells of soul control, but it's not because no one else has similar strength.

"Anyway, we can confirm where the target is. So when's the next time?"

Deciding it would not work to tell Moura any more, Sistoy turns the subject to his original assignment.

"Right. If there's no deep red, I'd like to just hit my hand... but I need to get a doll."

"How long will it take?

"It won't take that long to get just the numbers together. It's just that in that case, it's really just a number."

Fortunately, there are only a few of them here, and Sistoy nods again to Moura, who goes on to say:

Among those who are gathered to join the rebels, there are even those who can be called the chimps around them.

It would be harder to make noise with such people as dolls than with soldiers and knights.

"Then do we have to have a place first? It's also a place with few people."

"I'd rather have a Chamber of Secrets if I could..."

Moura stops the word once and looks around.

It's mostly tents that come into view.

For once, there are things like huts, but since they are places that many people use, it will not be possible to do the work of making them into dolls first.

"Then I knew there was only a tent."

"But it's narrow, huh? You can't take a tent like the one used by knights and nobles."

"I wish I could do that, but imitate that and you'll find it deep red in no time. If you're here."

Exhale stupidity with sigh.

After all, no matter what happens, there's nothing we can do when we're in a situation where we're right in front of deep red.

I have seen and understood battles many times before in terms of their strength, and I have confronted them directly and have stained myself.

Especially when attacked in the pit room of the arena, the puppet and Sistoy's corrugated attack, reinforced to the limit, also dived intact.

... No, I'm not going through a dive. They took the weapon and fought back, and in danger Sistoy nearly lost his life.

Being safe like this now is half as close to a miracle.

Because I understand that, Moura was never going to do the foolishness of facing Deep Red from the front.

In the castle, which is also present in the centre in the imperial capital of the Bestian Empire, Rhodos was training to use the Fire Eater received from Kabazid.

Training opponents are wizards held by nobles belonging to the 1st Prince.

One of them specializes in the magic of fire.

This is not all training, of course. He also trains with Perfir, which is already the norm, and on top of that, he trains to use Fire Eater.

"Good, let's go!

In the voice of a man around his fifties, with a longer wand, Rodos concentrates his consciousness on the bracelet that is embedded in his right wrist.

This is Fire Eater. Magic items that are limited to the magic of flames but have the effect of being able to absorb and be the magic of their owners.

"Nice, do it!

Nodding at Rodos' words, the wizard casts a spell in his mouth.

Then in the next moment three flaming arrows were created around the cane.

"Fire Arrow!

Magic to be unleashed.

The three flaming arrows head straight for Rhodos.

"Come on!"

Shortly before the arrow of fire hits itself, Rhodos raises his right hand and causes magic to flow to Fire Eater to activate.

Then, the flying flaming arrow is sucked into Fire Eater just before it hits Rodos.

Later all that remained was slight enthusiasm.

The heat, which heated the cool autumn air somewhat, naturally disappeared into the autumn air quickly and nowhere else.

"... um. Well, come on."

I saw a flaming arrow absorbed by Fire Eater, satisfied...... so the wizard groans slightly regrettably.

If I try to be a wizard, I wouldn't feel good to see my magic so lightly deactivated.

Does salvation at least mean that the magic item is very expensive and scarce?

If you don't think so, you won't allow the wizard to hold on.

"Phew, phew, phew..."

Rough exhaling rhodos.

No matter how much Fire Eater devours the flames created by magic, as its name suggests, it must magically turn the bracelet on its right wrist.

In other words, expose yourself indefensibly to magic.

Naturally, the magic that looms upon me reminds me of fear, and my body can't always move as it should.

What if it fails? Do you really succeed even if you succeed?

Acts while fighting such fears and suspicions.

(There were three flaming arrows this time. But... the magic of the flames that Ray unleashes is incomparable with this. Can you do that to me? to do something about that magic)

Past Rhodos' brain was a tornado of flames seen in the Spring War.

It is a substitute that has done so much damage to the Vestian Imperial Army with what can only be described as vicious power.

I didn't feel like I could handle myself no matter where I looked from...

(No, I do. Let me try. Absolutely!

Repeat inside to tell yourself.

Seeing Rodos like that, the wizard smiles small.

I guess the arrow of flames I unleashed was so horrible.

It was a total mistake, but it was not a bad mistake for each other because it satisfied the wizard's self-esteem.

"What are we going to do? Do you want to train a little more or rest? As a non, either way?

"... Again, please. I can't deal with Ray's flaming tornado without me."

"Fine. If that's all you got to say... next time, it's gonna be a little harder than it is now."

"Whoa!"

Once again the wizard began to cast a spell when he confirmed that Rhodos nodded.

Floating around the cane you have are ten flameballs the size of fists.

From Rhodos' eyes, it doesn't look that powerful.... Except the speed seemed to be higher this way just smaller than the arrow in the flame.

"Fire Blitz"

Blitz as per the spell...... i.e. a small fireball is unleashed and headed to Rodos.

What surprised Rodos when he saw that little flaming sphere was that each track coming at him was different?

One fireball strikes from the right side of Rhodos like a big arc, while the others fly straight, or as if rising from the bottom.

"No, no, no!

Rodos confused for a moment.

You can't put it all together and absorb it all at once more than each flying towards you in a different orbit.

What I need to do is rank and absorb flame spheres.

Though I made that decision...... I had lost that decision late.

"Wow, wow, wow!

I hesitate for a moment to see which flame sphere to absorb from, and that moment becomes a deadly gap.

Landing, landing, landing.

Fortunately, this was practiced to use Fire Eater, so the flame sphere would have had little power.

There was some shock and the feeling that it was a little hot, but nothing like a fatal injury.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

"Sweet, sweet. Prioritize more and move faster to the next move."

"Ah, oh. I know."

I can't cry here. I'll try my best at anything until I can fully use this Fire Eater.

With such a mean face, Rhodos opens his mouth again.

"Again, again!

In this way, training will continue to be provided to use Rodos' magic items.