Legend

Frizione and the others on the streets, the armies of the 1st Imperial.

The march rate was considerably faster than that of the larger army, since the combined supply unit was about five hundred.

Sometimes I guess the fact that we have to have fewer people means that it is basically elite that we were chosen.

As such a 1st Imperial faction went down the street for rebel positions, they eventually saw their opponents in formation as if they were waiting for themselves ahead of sight.

... No, I guess I waited for the truth, not like I was waiting for it.

Eventually the 1st Imperial faction going down the street stops on its feet and two figures step forward as messengers.

Angela and Ray. Together, they are among the Frizione army with remarkable strength.... Ray is not exactly a Frizione army, he is an escort sent in by the rebels.

"... I see. If you look at it this way, there are certainly quite a few people lurking in the woods. I just wouldn't have figured it out if Ray hadn't told me, because they're pretty good at getting rid of the signs, too, and I'm trying not to find them."

Angela squeaks as she moves toward the troops she was ambushing.

Their gaze was pointed straight in the direction of their progress, but they were also aware of those in the woods along the streets.

"Normally, if you have enemies in a visible place, it's hard to create awareness anywhere else. Obviously turning a blind eye is a used measure, but it has been used more than once because it is effective, and it must have been used up as a result.... In fact, as far as this goes, it doesn't seem like the wind would ever decide to do it here, even over there."

While having a conversation with Angela, Ray's gaze is directed toward the troops that are forming forward.

In the avant-garde were infantry men wearing full plate armor and holding shields, even heavily armed infantry with spears, behind which the archers were lined up, and behind which the cavalry…

However, the expression is strong.

Sometimes it will be Frizione, the First Empress, who is trying to be hostile to us.

Many of those who are overwhelmingly popular with the people and naturally now await admire Frizione.

It was only natural for me to feel so depressed because I wanted to be hostile to such an opponent.

There is also the case of Angela, one of the two now approaching.

The White Rose Knights are knights formed exclusively of female knights, and few have a kind of secret garden impression.

Angela, in particular, is the one who keeps the secret garden in check. No one, no matter how old the problem was, was ever too few to admire.

And most importantly... someone with a death size of about two meters long on his shoulder and on the back of Seto, a griffon.

Who is this, if you are involved in the military of the Bestian Empire... and if you are here you will definitely know.

Ray, a rank B adventurer with a deep red alias.

Soldiers are pressured irrevocably by Ray, who approached him with no sense of cowardice even in front of this many people.

Angela is the same again in that she doesn't look cowardly, but I guess Ray is still better up there if you think of it as a name value.

Still, as an ambush, you can't just wait for someone approaching you like this.

Eventually, just around the middle of the army where Ray and Angela were ambushing with the 1st Royalist, two figures also come from the army that was ambushing them.

Seeing who that is, Ray unexpectedly opens his eyes.

Because I didn't recognize the person who was leading the way, but the other person looked familiar.

"Rodos......"

You must have heard your name come out of Ray's mouth. Rhodos turns his gaze toward Ray.

But...

What is it?

My expression has hardly changed to the split that I've been called by my name to gaze at.

If it had ever happened, it would have definitely reacted in some way.

It was the person who was moving forward in Rhodos who was turning his intense gaze on Ningro Ray.

"... are you deep red? Anyway, from afar, you can start seeing it up close like this."

Feel the abomination lurking in your voice and invest in the hands that hold the death-size pattern that is on your shoulders.

If there's any action on the other side, we have to deal with it immediately.

"You seem oddly resentful. Not surprisingly, there are a number of reasons why people resent this country."

"Well, I hate resentment toward you. How excited I was to see the day come when I could give it back"

It's also uncommon to be resented so far, and this is really how we meet? That's what I thought, Ray, but naturally I don't recognize the face of the person in front of me.

Who is the person in front of you? It was not from Ray's recollection, nor from his own mouth, nor from the mouth of Rodos, that he showed that.

"Bratta, why don't you let me through?

"Angela? I'm more deep-red now than you are."

He was Bratta, who only glanced at Angela for a moment, but immediately turned to Ray when he said he wasn't interested in you.

Angela feels a little uncomfortable with the way it is.

Of course Angela is a 1st princess, and Bratta is a 1st princess. There's no better way to get along than being a hostile faction.

Still, we're not familiar with each other, and if we meet by chance, we're close enough to have a conversation.

Besides, now it's time for us to bump into each other from the front. Even so, I didn't see any reason to stick to Ray that far.

But the question also dissolves itself in the next moment.

Staring at Ray, Bratta smiles happily from the bottom of her heart and opens her mouth.

"As I said now, I've been looking forward to seeing you. That grudge... to teach yourself a grudge that will be ravaged unilaterally while nothing can be done."

Angela, who was listening nearby, knew immediately what Bratta was talking about.

I thought it was when the Crusaders were destroyed.

I guess Ray also understood that. Open your mouth with an unbeatable grin from Bratta.

"With that said, you had a few guys running away with their tails wrapped around you in battle then. Is that survival?"

"Oh, yeah. That's when I ran away in disgrace. That's why you abandon your people."

"buddy...... oh, soble"

Bratta quickly calms her feelings, although she gave Ray a look that seemed abominable for a moment as the figure being captured by the rebel positions passed behind her brain.

"Well, fine. So I want you guys to go through here. We can't just walk through here. You know that, right? After that, we just bump into each other. Any objections?

"... you really think there's no reason to let this place through? I don't think you need to fight us here for nothing to drain your power?

"Better to be joined by the rebels and have more power over there"

At the time Ray was here... No, we thought our aim was known at the time of the ambush here, but when they say this clearly, we can't utter any more words as Angela.

No, if I wanted to say something, I could say it, but I never thought that would make them retire.

"Than that, it's strange how I know you there... what's going on?

"Yeah? Oh, Rodos. I had a lot to do to get stronger. Yeah, I don't mind throwing everything away to beat you."

"... Rodos, is that true?

Even as he asks, Ray wonders inside.

Indeed, Rhodos had a strong confrontation with himself.

Even though that was evident in his attitude during the martial arts tournament, Rhodes, who is looking at himself now, is so calm that he seems like someone else compared to that time.

(No, rather than calm... facial expressions not moving?

It was Ray thinking inside, but Rodos only looks back at Ray silently, not saying anything in particular.

"Rodos, answer me."

"It's no use. I told you. He threw everything away to beat you. There are emotions in it."

"... what did you do?

"Well. You think I'd bother to say that? Besides, why are you worried about him? This guy betrayed you guys and followed us... so to speak, he's a traitor, isn't he? I don't think you need to worry."

To Bratta, who tells her with a grin on her mouth, Ray immediately continues to say, even if she gets stuck in words for a moment.

"Even if I were a traitor, it wouldn't change me to be the son of an adventurer I took care of. So how do we get Rhodos back to normal?

"Hmm, right. Unfortunately, this is what I wanted. I don't know what to do, do I?... Oh, but you do. Maybe... maybe if we just fulfill this guy's wishes, we'll be back to normal unexpectedly? Yes, the hope of killing you."

……

Ray sends a silent, sharp gaze against Bratta.

Next to such a ray, Angela also looks at Bratta with her gaze sharpened again.

"You've changed, you. I didn't imitate the battle that far off the road before."

"Right. I think so myself. But with that experience, one or two of your personalities will change for granted.... So, what are we gonna do? Will you surrender or not? Of course I don't want you to surrender."

"Naturally. Mr. Frizione's will has already been consolidated. If there are those who stand in front to close that path, we, the sword of Frizione, will destroy it."

When the resolute determination comes out of Angela's mouth, Bratta smiles and opens her mouth when she hears the words.

"You said it well. That's what I have to do. Then there's nothing more to discuss here, is there?... after which we only pierce our own will with each other's power. Let's go, Rodos."

That's what Bratta tells us, and we take Rhodos back to our own army, still completely immobilized with his expression.

Ray looked sharply at that back, but eventually when he realized Seto looked at himself worried, he stroked his head with the willingness to be okay.

"Gru......"

Seto still rings his throat worryingly.

If you try Ceto, Rhodos is someone you don't care about because you have the impression of meeting him for the first time.

Whatever happens to that Rhodos, I honestly don't even think it's what I found out.

But if you try Ray, he's an Elk or Ming child close to you.

It's all self-infiltrating beyond being an adventurer, and it was Rodos himself who thought and executed infiltrating the 1st Prince in the first place.

Beyond that, it will also be Rhodes himself who takes responsibility for it.

"Ray, are you okay?

"Oh.... to be honest, if I hadn't anticipated this possibility at all, I'd be lying"

Ray, who answered Angela's words small and firmly while still there, thinks inside.

(If you're brainwashed by any means, you just have to solve that. I don't have that hand tech or magic on me, so I guess I can't, but Elk might be able to do something about it with a Rank A Adventurer Conne or something)

Ray, who switched consciousness that it was an easy thing to think about, nodded small toward Angela and opened his mouth.

"Let's go. You can see what's going on here from Frizione, too, and if we stay here forever, we're going to let them take the lead over there. But you can't imitate anything more than a small number of us."

"... it's okay, isn't it?

He returns his words to Angela, who looks worried, slapping Seto gently on the neck and returning to those with Frizione.

Angela's horse advances beside it, but somewhere restless that the horse remembers more of a threat to Seto.

Angela opens her mouth as she strokes her neck to calm her own beloved horse.

"I guess it's best to leave those two to Ray"

"Whatever Bratta is, don't help if Rhodos does.... Well, Bratta doesn't seem to give up on me either."

"Well, the popular guy is different."

"I'm not happy at all. It's popular."

Talking, I guess Ray decided he was calm. Angela proceeds with relief and eventually the two return under the carriage of Frizione.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I couldn't let you leave the other side. You're going to hit me from the front."

"... yes. Too bad, but I guess it's not going to be that easy to retreat over there. Okay, you don't have to worry because I'm asking the Marquis of Lognos behind my back. To the enemy from the front, to Angela, when it comes to the ambush of being in the woods... Ray, can you please?

When he nodded at the words and saw that the army that was ambushing him also moved, Angela quickly gave the order… the curtain of the first battle that the Frizione army would wage in this civil unrest opens.