Legend

While he hears the sound of the battle coming from behind him, Moura leads the puppets following him straight to the target tent without even leaking his voice.

Contrary to usual. I was a moola who didn't think I was going to be at the forefront, but still no hesitation exists in my actions.

Sure, backups were usually my part, but that's not why I've never been on the front line before.

Previously, the battle was left to the front because there was a Shistoi who was more pointing to the front line.

So...

"And stop! Who are you people?

"What the hell is all the noise going on over there!

In that way, there is no way that a soldier who comes at the tip of a spear in his hand in confusion can be his opponent.

"Huh!"

Avoid the protruding tip and gently enter the interior of the intermission.

I guess the soldiers were more of an arm's length than they were entrusted with guarding this tent.

But the alarm that deep inside the rebel position, there are no tents and isolated surroundings, that the time will be a night when everyone will be asleep, and that nothing abnormal has ever happened before.

Those elements were intertwined, turning completely backwards.

Moura's dagger slashes and tears the necks of two soldiers with spears.

The blood that erupted as if it were fog was so beautiful under the soft, downpouring moonlight, and Moura, wet in blood, was glossy.

However, he turns his gaze to the doll without looking concerned about it at all.

"Seven of you, take care of the soldiers in this tent. However, do not kill the target. Go."

It was a short order, but that was enough for the puppets who were incapable of thinking.

Following Moura's orders, they each enter a single painting where several tents are gathered with their own weapons.

Some soldiers tried to wake up after listening to the noises and screams that had occurred on the table, but before the soldiers were ready for battle, the dolls entered the tent with each weapon in their hands and finished the soldiers.

Some of the soldiers managed to outrun the puppet attack, but in the end it hangs in the hands of the other puppets.

The weapons the dolls had varied in winds such as long swords, sticks and spears, but I guess it's a movement that's stained the body around them wielding weapons quite cleverly, even in the tent.

(You were right to doll soldiers and adventurers, not merchants and such)

Not accommodating, but considerable combat power only in terms of pure combat power.

Judging by that, I give my voice to the three remaining dolls on this occasion.

"The rest of you come with me. If you have someone hostile to me, you can kill them."

Dolls who return silence to Moura's orders.

That doesn't mean you haven't heard the orders. I just can't talk.

This was also a late one, although I had to rush to adjust as a doll.

Moura moves on as she hears the sound of battle coming from the tent.

There is a tent of purpose in the place as the soldier's man told us, and there must be a soble figure there, which is also the goal of this one.

(You're confusing me with how well I'm doing. But we should hurry up a little, 'cause we're talking about the elite ones being placed here. There are no other soldiers around, so if there's so much noise, there won't be any backup soldiers.)

In the noise going on in the surrounding tent, Moura moves on to make sure there are no soldiers coming at us.

Eventually, as we pass by a place where there are several tents, we go out to a place where only one tent is built in the middle of a place of some size.

It's good to finally arrive at our destination, but when we see a soldier in front of the tent pointing a cut of the spear towards us, he smacks his tongue small.

Unlike the first soldier that Moura defeated, there is no appearance of confusion at all.

On the contrary, I was staring at the mullahs in front of me who understood that it was the cause of this commotion that was going to kill me now.

I guess we don't do that because we still understand that our role is to protect the person in the tent behind us.

The defensive side of the attack was an unlikely option in this case.

All I can do now is buy some time and wait for backup.

Beyond all this noise, there is no doubt that those around them have already noticed this commotion.

Then a backup soldier will come before that happens.

Then what we should do now... and one of the soldiers opens his mouth.

"Your raid has already failed. If you're surrendering now, let's make sure you're safe."

"Go."

Moura's reaction to the soldier's words was only one word.

On that short order, the three dolls run the ground with their weapons in their hands.

Even for Moura, I understood that the aim over there was to buy time. That's why I gave orders to the dolls that they weren't going to go out with me to buy that kind of time.

The puppets kick the ground and rush towards the other soldier.

That speed, though not very much, belongs to a normal human being.

This is the effect of brainwashing and enhancement carried out until the sacrifice of sensitivity.

There is no such thing as self-consciousness because we didn't have the most time.

……

Heading to the dolls who will silently pack their time, the soldiers will attract enough...

"Ha!

"Eat it!

Timing and sticking out the spear at the same time.

At the same time, the two soldiers felt in their hands the feeling of a pompous spear tip piercing the meat.

Fighting a soldier against a human being has also been commensurate, but I still can't get this feeling.

One soldier, for a moment such an idea passes the back of his brain.

Surely that would not have been a problem if it had been normal. Because the tip of the spear was buried in the other person's torso to the root.

But...... at the same time, that could have been a decisive mistake.

Why wasn't the opponent equipped with protective gear when he was raiding where the tent was located?

If you're afraid to sound it, some leather armor is made from monster leather.

The soldier, unaware of it, did not know what was going on, even though he was pierced through his belly with the tip of his own spear, seeing his opponent waving his long sword.

"To?"

The word becomes the soldier's final word, and at the next moment his head is broken by a long sword waved down by a doll who has moved forward with his torso pierced by a spear.

"Buh! huh!?

The other man sees the sight now and jumps to the spot in an aggressive fashion.

Waved at the same time, he just waved his long sword down to the ground where the man was, not the one he stabbed at the tip of the spear, nor the one who killed his partner.

Yes, there were three puppets in all that Moura was able to follow.

He was an opponent with no more hands than two soldiers.

"Damn!

The spear you are best at stays stuck in the other person's torso. In comparison, the opponent has one intact and two men who, despite being pierced through the torso, show no pain at all. And...

"Is that it?"

Where did the other woman go?

The moment you think that, something like wind passes beside you, something hot you feel in your throat at the same time.

What the soldier saw when he realized was the blood blowing out of his neck.

Seeing the blood splash under the moonlight, I thought it was beautiful. In the next moment, the soldier's consciousness is consumed by darkness and ends a short raw.

"... Well, let's go. If you got here, you'd already succeeded. Normally, I'd be worried about moving the target elsewhere, but this time it was totally in the form of an ambush, so you don't have to worry about that either. Go, but don't attack anyone who doesn't attack you."

If there were still enemy soldiers hiding in the tent, Mullah would have given instructions just in case, but the doll that went inside the tent would not react to anything, but would remain quiet.

Apparently, he reassures himself that there are no enemies inside, and goes straight into the tent.

That's how I came into view with a bed available in the tent despite being a prisoner, a soble sitting on its bed and three dolls standing up in the tent.

"Are you sure you want to sobble?

Usually the first person I met was Moura wearing a cat, but I can't afford that now.

Sistoy stays and he's holding back behind, and I don't know when he'll be back, even if his deep red figure isn't currently in position. There's no way the rebel superiors won't notice this noise, they'll send reinforcements soon enough, and most importantly, after we get out of here, we'll have to take Soble to the Imperial City.

Given those things, Moura couldn't afford to wear a cat.

Even if it's sobbling, I don't particularly care about the other person's attitude.

Accept Moola's attitude lightly and nod back.

"Oh, I'm the soble. So, what kind of hand are you?

The forces who wanted to get themselves asked Soble as that was the only thing he could think of.

If Moura is the hand of a force that thinks Soble is in the way, he says it's a danger to his life, but he doesn't look afraid at all.

Feeling a preference for such a sobbling attitude, Moura flaunts her shoulders with a grin on her mouth.

"Well. Unfortunately, we are the hands of the organization. It's not my head, so I don't know where it's coming from. But I asked you to bring me to the capital alive, so I'm pretty sure you're not the least bit hostile to me."

"... right"

If I snorted lightly at Moura's words, I guess I decided it would be useless to hear more than that. Stand straight out of bed.

Mullah was more surprised by this.

If it was normal, someone I didn't know came to help - if I changed my mind, I came to grab it - because I didn't expect to follow without any hesitation.

I was even thinking of a few words of persuasion, and I was thinking about letting the worst dolls restrain me and take me to Moura, and it feels like clapping me out.

Still get back on your mind right away and get out of the tent.

Now it was because I thought I had to rendezvous with Sistoy early... but I was waiting for Moura, who went out of her tent, to look like Sistoy with a long sword wet in her blood in her hand.

"... oh, you were fast enough"

I'm surprised for a moment, but it's still because of the length of my relationship with Sistoy that I was able to speak so quickly.

"Oh. Let's just say we get out of this position sooner than that. You remember where the horse that collaborator got us?

"Of course. It's our lifeline.... you guys have been raging around here for a while now. And when you're about to die, take the rebels around and die."

……

The puppets nod back without contesting the orders of their Lord, Moura, which can only be outrageous.

Originally adjusted to absolutely obey Moura's words, I can't help but say that the self has been erased.

"Well, shall we go then? I know you do, but don't do weird imitations, okay? I've been told to bring him in alive for once, but if I had to live, I wouldn't mind amputating my limbs."

That's an order to obey ourselves.

But Soble nods back without one disgusting face.

"Okay. Either way, I needed to go back to the capital. Corner, you can help me with that, but I won't bother to imitate it."

"... well, yes. You have a good sense of what a great man is. Thank you. If you're honest with me, I'll let you take the right attitude, so don't worry."

Even as a moola, I guess you didn't think the other guy would honestly follow his word so far. I groan slightly confused, but if I'm going to follow my own words, I just nod conveniently.

"You've made up your mind. Then let's go."

With Sistoy's words, a line runs out.

Soble, who was under house arrest in his tent, was also somewhat under-exercised, but to the extent that he ran this distance, he had no problems.

The puppets, who can be expected to be combatant, but can only act ad hoc with what they have been told, are rampant in places with earlier tents.

We'll all be able to look at our actions, but if we leave this position before then, we'll have no problem.

Judging so, the three of them run quickly through the position.

The place where Soble was trapped was a place where there was nothing around him to be vigilant about.

Still, noise is spreading around the area, but that's a story only near the tent.

In other words, if we move away from the scene earlier in this way, the noise becomes lower the more we move away.

In fact, I can't hear you yelling at something from afar already, but otherwise, I can only hear about the sound of bugs as if they indicate autumn night lengths.

Running as is for a few minutes. Eventually we arrive at the place of our covenant with the collaborator's man.

There is no sign of a collaborator in the vicinity, but the horses are nevertheless properly connected, with easy food and luggage packed with weapons.

(Looks like you kept your promise. Well, you can earn extraordinary income over there, and if we get caught, you might be able to reach yourself, so there's no way)

Mumbling inside, Moura approached the horse with the sobble she was taking, Sistoy, vigilant behind her back, just in case.