Legend

Confirm the appearance of the Frizione army.

The report came in after Ray finished reporting on himself in the magic tent after he left this position, about hours later. It was when the autumn sunset and was about to be covered in thin darkness.

The Frizione army, which would have been able to reach this position a few hours earlier if it had been, has been so late because of the troops that had been ambushing along the streets.

Of course, Ray had dropped rocks from above and attacked the troops, many of whom had been damaged by the attack.

But when retreating, at least there were light pitfalls available for all the evil, scattering pieces of the carriage along the street, and fleeing with arrows to the Frizione army along the street to buy some time.

Every time we encountered such people, we were stopped from marching, and it was in this time frame that we arrived at the rebel headquarters.

But Ning Ro, maybe you can say that was a good idea.

The rebels were able to repair broken areas as post-war treatment to some extent, or to clean up the kind of debris that had been destroyed and trashed and scattered on the ground, and the excitement healed after the battle.

Even for the Frizione army, there could have been unwanted disturbances if they had been confronted by tingling opponents.

And beyond the arrival of the Frizione army, naturally we also need those who welcome it, and Merclio, who leads the rebels, was coming with the escorts Theoremes to the outside of the position.

"Merclio, you've been well. I was worried when I heard they were attacking me with little power."

Frizione says so with a happy grin.

Merclio also opens his mouth with a small grin at the appearance of such a sister.

"That's the kind of Frizione sister up there. I hear you've been through a lot since you left Imperial City until you arrived here? Glad you're safe."

What's on Merclio's face is definitely a smile of joy.

But the smile is very different from the one against Vihera.

Happy if you ask me if I'm happy or not, but a degree of joy that isn't like revealing joy in a whole body of spirits.

Frizione also knows how much Merclio admires Vihella, so he won't say it even though he realizes it.

"Besides, the other brother is Kabazid. Sure, there's been a lot at stake in this one, but I don't think we're gonna give up on this one."

"I guess. In the end, I repelled him, but I couldn't chase him. Besides, there's Brother Schulz over there, and it's not strange if he's been using forceful means."

Just saying we're sisters and brothers even if we're only half blood connected to each other makes us agree on our thoughts in a short exchange.

"In that case, you'll have to wait a while to celebrate your rendezvous with sister Frizione."

"There's no Vihera."

"Sure. It's better than not having a sister."

"... you haven't changed."

Frizione smiles even as she inadvertently exhales at Merclio, who takes seriously the words she said with the intention of joking.

For Merclio, it was Vihera when it came to her sister.

That's why Frizione's name is on Frizione's sister, because Vihera is on her sister.

"That's right. It hasn't been a year or two since we got out of the castle. I'd like to ask you more than that, Frizione. Did you see the crusaders retreating on their way over here?

"No, I saw the troops who attacked when someone said they were on their way here, but I didn't see anyone attacking this position. Ning Lo, I wanted to hear about that area. Not being here must have made Ray active and repelled..."

"Yeah. But apparently you didn't use the streets to retreat.... how they retreated without finding that number. Well, I can predict."

Chirali, and over...... groaning as the sunset set completely and his gaze turned to the night sky as he was wrapped in the darkness of the night.

"Quantum exhales,"

"Yeah. He's an awesome goldeater named Rank B Monster Demon Stone, but if you cover the Crusaders with that phantom..."

"Even if you can't move, it's possible to hide in the phantom. I can't turn it off until it sounds, but if you still hold it back to a point where it won't be noticed around you, there's no problem."

"I guess it would have been different if I'd let you out in the pursuit squad... as you can see, this wasn't the place to be."

The current position had bonfires present everywhere.

Relying on that light, there is still a post-fight cleanup going on.

"If I had a sister, I might have managed a little more..."

"The blockade of the streets, right? Even if you think it's suspicious, you can't keep your hands off it if you think you're going to be attacked with food."

"Yeah.... I think it's gonna be okay"

To Merclio, who worries about his sister, Frizione smiles small and opens her teasing mouth.

"More than that, my army won't be able to rest inside the position either if it stays like this... do you mind if I help?

"That's as much as I'd like to ask from this side of the world.... Theorame, I need your guidance. I'm sorry for the commotion."

"Ha!"

"Angela, please"

"But now the escort of His Highness Frizione..."

"It's okay. In the first place, because Merclio gives out his belly teolame, this one needs to give out someone to deal with that, right? Besides, in the sense of escort, there's nothing to worry about when Ray's here."

To the words that came out of Frizione's mouth, the gaze of all who were on the spot is directed towards Ray.

Full confidence from the rebels in the effects of the battle that was taking place until a few hours ago.

From the Frizione army, too, a gaze of trust from the sight of the battle we have seen several times.

... The only difference with the rebels is that some gaze was unfavourable to Ray?

Noticed it, Merclio nodded convincingly immediately after coming to an unexpected look.

A person named Ray has an intense personality, both good and bad.

I guess many people can't accept that.

"Okay. Thank you, Lord Theorem."

"Welcome, thank you for your help, Captain Angela"

"You don't care that much. From today on, we will act together. Naturally, this is where we belong."

Tell him so. The Frizione army and the rebels led by Merclio both enter the position.

The first joint effort between the two armies, which will take place, will be to clean up after the battle is over.

Thanks to this work together, we had little odd confrontation with each other, and in most places we created a soothing air to tell the story of the battle Ning Luo had been going through with each other.

Among other things, it goes without saying that the topic of Ray and Seto played a major role.

A common topic was more than enough for us to talk to each other.

Behind such rebels, the Crusaders had heavy air.

Naturally. Acting with all our hands and deciding that we can definitely win.

If we are used as a means of attacking soldiers, the rebel side must really prevent it.

Executives are still in a hurry when they run out of their own food if they try to be soldiers in general, and the result is a massive rub among the rebels, large and small.

We also have to leave the position immediately, even for merchants, without being attacked with food.

Whether we are purchasing food and supplies as a business opportunity for a soldier attack or thinking that if we stay here, we will drain extra rebel supplies.

Given those, as a rebel, we need to unseal the blockade of the streets, even if there was some discomfort.

That's it... it was an operation that really went that far, but it ended up failing.

The gaze of nature and those on the spot is directed towards Perfir, who was in command of this operation.

But even with that gaze, Perfir gives orders to his men in a pale manner without looking particularly concerned.

All of them are instructions that contemplate the following: confirmation of the damage, the number of soldiers who escaped, the reconfiguration of the troops, the state of treatment of the wounded, and confirmation of the rest of the supplies.

"What are you in love with? Indeed, we failed to attack the rebels. But just because this battle failed, His Highness Kabazid or..."

Once the words are stopped and gazed at the 2nd prince, they continue to speak.

"His Highness Schulz didn't lose."

"But this time it was an operation to mobilize a significant part of the force that could be mobilized. So you failed, didn't you?

"It can't always be called a failure. Indeed, we withdrew without being able to defeat the rebels. But it is also true that this operation caused considerable damage to the rebels. Many of them were destroyed, especially the fence, which is also a requirement for the defense of the position. I'm pretty sure a lot of war power is draining on that as well. In contrast, we still have a lot of power left."

"It's..."

If you ask me, surely the word is true.

But even if that were true, the answer was no, if you were told if you were comfortable with the word.

No, if it's just us, we can be convinced of that answer.

But the most important thing in battle is the soldier.

I'm pretty sure I'm not convinced to tell that soldier that today's fight wasn't actually a loss, it wasn't a win... a pain split, it was a draw.

Many of the soldiers who participated in this battle are engraved with fear.

Dressed in the armor of the king, he bounced off luckily, crushed and ravaged deep red, hitting endlessly.

A sharp front-foot blow from the sky easily smashes a person's head, possesses the physical ability not even to lean on a soldier of the Beast, and furthermore, whoever hears the roar stops moving in shock, a rank A monster griffon.

Not very much, but there won't be many who can say yes when they say they will fight that opponent again.

... Most of all, as far as this is going to be a few days, or a week, or even more, we'll be able to get back to the battlefield again, which would be much better than the Imperial Army soldiers who headed to the Seremouth Plains in the Spring War.

"Then aren't soldiers useless?

"... could there indeed be a problem around there? But..."

When Perfir stops the words there, the moment, he opens his eyes as if he notices something.

And instantly reach for the sheath of your hips...

"Stop it."

I can stop the movement with that one word.

Nothing in particular has been done. Really, I just said one word and they stopped me from moving.

Those around them tilt their necks, unable to understand what happened to such a perfil.

Perfir is breathtaking when he realizes that he doesn't really understand what happened to him.

About a minute to get your breathing ready. Still unable to understand what happened, he opens his mouth ignoring those around him who are looking at Perfir.

"Why... are you here?

"Kabazid asked me to. I'm surprised you didn't expect a messenger from me or anywhere else."

Kabazid, I guess I finally realized that voice that I'm calling away. The nobles who were around Perfir change their blood phase and look around.

"You think I'm going to abandon His Highness Kabazid? Who!?

Still can't find him, I glance around at each one of them.

Perfir can only be surprised at how his men are doing.

From Perfir's eyes, the person who spoke is visible right around the corner.

That is why the man, who at some point appeared in a position of about a few steps, thus presents himself in public with dignity, does not even make anyone other than Perfir aware of its existence, but merely delivers his voice.

Perfir knew best that he was not exceptionally superior to the others.

Simply, I wonder if the Lord of this voice is making himself recognizable.

Even if you think that's awesome, I don't think it's strange.

Because it was obvious that the person in front of Perfir had that much power.

"So... what are you doing here? You think you can help us purely?

"Right, that's funny too... but as far as this one is concerned, it's only a decree. Kabazid's a big deal because he's using me as a preacher."

People other than Perfir just have to look around in situations where Perfir is having a conversation with someone they can't even recognize.

Still, he didn't pull out his weapon, probably because his mysterious opponent decided he wasn't more of an enemy than he was talking to Perfir.

I can never forgive the act of calling away the name of Kabazid, but I still couldn't do anything more than not see the other person.

"Transmission?"

"Oh. Currently two Kabazid and Schuls are heading this way, leaving only a minimum of fighting power in the Imperial City. It seems to me that we will join with it and have our last fight...... You don't have to worry about that, because you're talking about leaving it to me about deep red. The rendezvous is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon on this street, in front of the village closest to here. I did tell him."

When I say that, I realize that the figure of the person I was only able to recognize has disappeared at some point.

Perfir shrugs as he hears the contents of the message and the voices of his men who are making noise because the Lord of their voices has disappeared.

"Immovable..."