Legend

About twenty minutes after Ray and Seto attacked the troops that were sieging the position.

The damage suffered by the Crusaders in just twenty minutes was nothing but blindfolding.

The first troops Ray entered are already in a state of devastation, followed by two.

But when it comes to devastation, there is no single survivor like the troops Ray burned with a fire whirlwind.

No, Ning Lo, survival itself is quite a few.

Most importantly, its survival has also been completely broken by fear and despair, and although not very much, there is no reason to gather under the captain to act again...

The reason why so few people have died so far is probably because it was still the King's armor that Ray used.

It is true that if you deploy the King's armor and stick it into the enemy, the opponent who touched it is a good, fractured, powerful skill that if you do poorly, you will die from that shock.

But that range of effects is only my touchable range...... I mean, it's only Ray's closest range.

The range of effects is very different from the flaming magic Ray specializes in, attacking a wide range at once.

That's why the dead themselves weren't as much - compared to the magic used by Ray - even when Ray entered the force.

Most importantly, Ray's attack had the effect of shocking and confusing more people.

"Get out of here! Back off, back off! That's an order from above! Anyway, get out of here!

On the occasion of hearing such a voice coming, Ray stops moving.

There were only a few soldiers left around, just staring at Ray with his fearful eyes.

We die like this... or we get hurt.

They were soldiers who began to seep even giving up like that besides fear, but Ray waves gently over to such an opponent, releasing the King's armor.

"Phew... I knew you were consuming a lot of magic"

It was only twenty minutes or so that I actually used it, but Ray's magic power was quite depleted.

Close your eyes to the feeling that the wear and tear becomes tired and pushes your body around.

(Maybe it would feel good if I slept like this)

I think so, but I can't even imitate sleeping on the battlefield.

This was the first large-scale battle using the King's armor, but Ray, satisfied that he had seen various problems thanks to it, gently waves a death size toward an enemy soldier who is still solidifying.

Flying slaughter, that flying slaughter whined about, slashes and rips the ground right off the soldiers.

"Hih, hih!

I guess that blow finally gave me back.

When Ray finds out he's not attacking any more, he throws them on the spot whenever he says they're in the way of even getting away with the weapons he's holding, and the soldiers who were left on the spot run away.

"I hope we can escape the pursuit unit."

I look around with Death Size on my shoulders as I drop off the back of the soldiers running away while I look at them.

What came into Ray's sight were massive numbers of soldiers rolling to the ground and moaning.

Many are dead after bumping into Ray, who activated the King's armor, but many are missing limbs or simply broken and unable to move.

It would also be a huge difference from the magic of wrapping up enemies around here and burning them to death.

"Even if it means taking large quantities of prisoners, it could be used quite a bit. It's just subtle if we can take him prisoner in the current rebel situation."

In the first place, the streets have been sealed off and attacked with food.

It is a fact in itself that the streets are sealed, even if it may have been a covert act for this main raid.

It was certain that the blockade would be lifted not far from here than Vihela was leading the army in its fight to lift the blockade on the streets, but supplies are still precious now.

"Isn't that what I think around here? After all, I'm just hired."

Ray shrugs as he wings and waves gently at Seto, who is coming toward him with joy.

Seto, who came straight down to the ground, rubs his face against Ray.

"Grrrrrrrrrr, grrrrrrr!

"Seto still wants to be sweet."

The soldiers, who were unable to move with a broken leg around them, to Ray, who groaned as he stroked his rubbed head, could only stare at one such person and one.

One horse's cavalry approaches under such a ray and ceto.

"Again, was it Lord Ray"

Turning to that voice, it was Theorem's deputy Ciance there.

That appearance on the horse is not strange to describe as haphazard.

As usual, I barely moved my expression, and even if I saw the unusual sight of Ray and Seto playing while countless crusader soldiers were falling, it didn't look particularly surprising.

Because Ray also understands Ciance's character, he nods and returns words without looking particularly surprised.

"Oh. I heard from the rebels that a decree was coming and that they were attacking me now. I rushed over here. Was that an extra hand?

"No. Honestly. It was such an excellent time that there was no more, because it would definitely have been pushed in sooner than that. Thanks to you, they retreated."

"So, do we send out a pursuit unit?

"If I could, I would have asked Lord Ray to command the pursuit force, but that doesn't seem possible."

Not as far as I can tell from looking... but still, it was clear that Ray had created a tired atmosphere.

It would also be significant to say that this was the first time I had continued to use the King's armor for so long.

When training in the rebels, it took the form of repeating several to more than a dozen seconds over and over again, so it was sometimes wrong to see the intensity of the wear and tear that continued to use the King's armor for so long.

"I'm sorry. So, in the guerrilla squad?

Ciance shakes her neck sideways to Ray, who strokes Seto's head and tells him how she enjoys the feeling.

"I made the guerrilla force do too much for me this time. Others have finally intercepted the Crusaders' attacks, even with the morale they raised when Lord Ray returned, now that the Crusaders have left..."

"When that happens, what about the Pursuit Squad?

"If Lord Ray can't do it, we'll have to keep missing it. There are still those who can afford their strength individually, but we can't let them chase us with a small group of troops."

"I guess."

Ray agrees with that word in an instant.

Even if we put them in pursuit in such numbers, they'll just be taken the other way, unless they have the strength of Ray.

"... Can't you help it? If I can't do it, I might be able to chase you, but I don't need to do that right now."

"Right. You don't have to do that."

It was cyans agreeing with Ray's words, but in its chest, a crusader who saw with his eyes Ray's … the strength of a man named Deep Red had a calculated idea of how far today's power could be used to participate in the next battle.

(Those who undoubtedly saw Lord Ray's battle nearby refuse to go to the next battle... even if it doesn't go that far, they should hesitate. And drink to distract the fear of what you see and tell your surroundings about the battle)

Aside from deluding the fear I felt, there are definitely people out there who want to avoid being called cowards but talk for it.

When that happened, it was possible that even some of the crusaders would come out fearful enough to be described as fictitious about Ray.

(In that case, even those who heard the story would be anxious to fight. Considering that you might be able to sprinkle what should also be called the seed of discord among the crusaders, it would be better not to send out Ningro Pursuit Troops)

Quickly summing up his thoughts in his head, Ciance once again opens his mouth to Ray, who loves Seto.

"So, His Royal Highness Merclio and Lady Theorem would like to hear from Lord Ray. Can you come with me?

"Okay."

Ray, who was stroking Seto's head, nods lightly at Ciance's words.

Originally dispatched as an escort for the Frizione army, they threw out escorts, no matter how many troops they were waiting for.

Naturally, if you try Merclio or Theorem, you'll need to listen.

Ciance, who was Ray's word for judging so, but didn't think he'd listen to his request lightly, rocks his eyebrows pickly.

That's the only look I put on the table after all, and I'll return that horse's head immediately.

"Thank you. Shall we go then?"

"Oh. Seto, don't ask for some more"

"Gru!"

Ringing his throat briefly at Ray's words, turning his back towards Ray.

Seto starts moving slightly slower than usual in his eyes as Ray jumps on its back, which houses the death size inside the mistering.

I guess you still understand that I'm just always on Ray's side and that Ray is pretty tired right now.

Having understood that, Ray gently strokes Ceto's neck, who is putting himself on his back, thankfully.

"Thanks."

"Grrrrrrrrrr!"

Seto throats with joy.

I guess Cyans didn't know what was going on with Seto and Ray like that. Slightly tilting his neck, anyway, he goes on inside the position just saying that it is now a prerequisite to take Ray under Merclio and Theorem.

Around those cyans, everyone was starting post-war processing with tired bodies inside the position.

The injured shall be gathered and treated, the bodies shall be gathered and burned, and the prisoners shall be disarmed and kept in one place for the time being.

Other repairs to the fence are done in preparation for the night, and things like broken tents, crates and barrels are cleaned up.

If that kind of cleanup is possible, even ordinary people such as merchants and whores who stayed in the position, not soldiers, so everyone in the position cooperates to clean it up.

In the meantime, the soldiers who saw Ray and Seto accidentally stop moving and turn their gaze.

Because we understand who helped us.

There has been that trend before, but the colour of worship is already stronger in the eyes that look at Ray.

"Hey, that..."

"Oh. It's deep red. Thanks to him, we could have survived."

"I've never seen you ravage someone on the battlefield before."

"Oh, you're the guy who's spraying something out of that body. That was awesome, that."

I can hear that, but Ray goes with Ciance to the magic tent in the center of the position without looking particularly concerned.

"Seto, I'm sorry, but you have to wait outside."

"Gru......"

Though Seto had told me to stay more with him, there was no way I could take him inside the magic tent, and he fell asleep very close to the tent.

Even if it's Ceto, it's not as good as Ray's. You must have been tired. Keep your eyes closed.

The knight, who is escorting the magic tent, returns to security after a moment of thankful gaze at such a ceto.

Ray, inside the magic tent, looks around.

There were rebel executives gathered there, but their numbers were clearly decreasing.

(Are you in command of post-war processing, or...)

It was all that intense fighting, so naturally there are many dead in the rebels as well.

And death does not loosen its spearhead by the ascent or descent of its identity.

... No, if you think it's easy for someone with a high profile to target you, you can say that someone with a high profile is susceptible to death.

"So, why did you call me? Well, it's about me being here."

"Right. Frizione, what happened to your sister's escort? I'm sure you've decided there's no more problem than being here."

"Yeah, they attacked me as far as the troops that were ambushing me this way on the street for once. I wouldn't say it was devastating... but it was confusing. You can't move properly. And if you try to attack, given the power of the other side, it's almost pointless."

"White Rose Knights, huh?"

Theorem groans as Ray continues his words.

We all naturally know the names of the White Rose Knights if they are here.

It's a name so famous that even adventurers and mercenaries know it, not just nobles.

It may be more emphatic in the aspect that it is formed solely by a beautiful knight, rather than by its strength.

Still, many took it for granted that there was a certain skill beyond being a knighthood under the royal family, but many opened their eyes to its prowess when they saw the widere that came to the rebels.

... In the case of Widare, the next White Rose Knights leader will have enough names.

"Anyway, Frizione and the others are today...... that's what I think we'll be here in a few hours or so. Well, it might be hard to accept that this is the situation."

The damage suffered by the rebels in the fight against the Crusaders is enormous.

That's not just about human damage, it's also about buildings and tents like the city that were formed inside the position.

Not so many crusader soldiers had attacked directly inside the position, but there were still some, and most importantly, they were attacked by archers, magic, and stone-throwers like means of attack, and the damage they suffered was enormous.

"Whatever... Ray, thank you for bringing my sister Frizione"

That's what Merclio said, even with a slightly tired look on his face.