Legend

The rebels and the Frizione army joined, the next day.

Continuing post-processing the battle yesterday, I notice the presence of one of the soldiers who inadvertently stood guard around the position coming down the street.

Another crusader came for a moment! A soldier who thought, rushing to let his people know about it… soon realizes it was his mistake.

Person advancing the lead of the army coming this way.

Because the person was wearing a thin cloth that the other side could see through, like a dancer or a whore would wear, and at the same time he was wearing his armor and toenail.

Even though the Bestian Empire is wide open, there is only one person dressed in such clothing.

No, maybe there's something else, but at least the soldier knew only one person dressed like he was at the end of his gaze.

"Master Vihella, Master Vihella is back!

To the voice of the soldiers, the other soldiers cry out loud in return to me.

"Master Vihella is back. Ooh!

"Good, now you can do something about being attacked by the Crusaders"

"No matter how strong the deep red is, you're alone in the end. I was really anxious about the small number of people, but now..."

Such a voice is whispered and spread there.

Ray, who works alone and alone in one army, and Frizione's army, who rendezvous with his knowledge that he will be under Merclio's command.

Sure, these two forces had comforts for the soldiers, but still the main force of the rebels was the army that Vihela was leading.

Since the beginning of this civil war, the presence that has fought with us has been the army led by Vihella. So there was a deep sense of relief that the rebel soldiers remembered.

But...... on the contrary, the army led by Vihella opens its eyes to the tragedy in front of it.

The fence covering the position is worn out and there are numerous places where there is no fence per se.

On the outside of the position, there are broken arrows, long swords missing from the body, and broken spears in the middle of the pattern, and there are also traces of blood there.

I could imagine that there was no such thing as a corpse because no one wanted to be in a position surrounded by plagues, undead worries or, above all, corpses.

"Oh, man. I knew this..."

"Oh. Sounds like Viscount Boogle did what he expected."

"I can't believe it... Anastasia, please stay safe"

The soldiers mutter each and some of them pray that the whore they are imploring is safe.

"Weren't the non-combatants of whores and merchants safe? I don't think we're going to do anything like that on purpose."

"You don't get it! There must be people who rob and assault."

A soldier in a hurry, yelling at his allies.

Many others worry about the prostitutes they make themselves into, the taverns they go to, the blacksmiths they make out to be.

Tiyul, who was watching such a soldier, calls out to Vihera.

"Dear Vihella, the soldiers could run wild as they are. For once, I was wondering if Vihella should speak up."

"... right. I'd be in trouble if I ran off poorly and got into a fight with the soldiers who stayed in the position, and I guess I'd better."

That's what I tell him, and when he turns back from the top of the horse and tries to open his mouth, he realizes he heard a blur coming from the side of the position.

What Vihera saw, turning around wondering if Merclio had come to pick her up, was a look at the female knights in white armor.

Naturally, even for Vihela, I know what kind of group a female knight wearing white armor is, and I also understand who is able to follow those knights downstairs.

And the women knights...... it was my own belly-sister who showed up scratching the knights of the White Rose Knights as expected.

"Sister!

The voice of Vihera calling her sister is mixed with a slight color of tension besides joy.

Merclio, my brother, is also adorable, but still Vihera is also a woman.

Even half of them would have been relieved to see their sisters draw the same blood as themselves.

Anyway, Frizione has led his troops out of the Imperial capital, arguably the center of the enemy.

"Vihella, you're back safe and sound.... I'm so worried about this girl."

Frizione grins, but whines so as she looks at Vihera with some embarrassing eyes.

Being back safely, of course, may be that we set out to eliminate the troops that were blocking the streets this time, but above all, it must also be significant that we are back in this Bestian Empire.

If you try Vihera, it's not right that Merclio's rescue and help in the civil war is the only thing that came to the Bestian Empire this time, and that he has returned more than the realization that he has already run away.

Still, he decides that he won't bother to make his delightful sister uncomfortable, and when he jumps off the horse he was riding, he heads towards Frizione.

"Sister, no change. … you're safe."

"Yes. Your knight will help you. Honestly, it would have been hard to get here without him"

Dear knight, naturally with the word Vihera would have imagined Ray's appearance.

When you look around you, you discover your loved one at the end of your gaze.

He was with Seto as usual, stroking his back.

When Vihera and I meet each other, she greets us with a small lift of her left hand, the opposite of what she is stroking Seto.

There's no more mood.

To be honest, as a vihela, I wanted you to do enough to rush over and hug me.

But I never put it in my mouth.

Shake his head small and open his mouth again looking at the position.

"So, sister. If you look at this, you know there was a fight..."

"Yes, apparently the blockade of the street itself was a shame. In the meantime, they tried to bring this main unit down, but the soldiers in the preaching informed me of that, and Ray managed to prevent it ahead of time. … that's the way things have been."

"... what's the damage?

"It would be very hard to say less. I heard about it, too, because they said the opponent had more than 20,000 troops. If you think about it, you should say you've carried it well."

When the word 20,000 comes out of Frizione's mouth, those who were listening to their sisters' conversations around them breathe heavily.

It's more powerful than we expected, and that's because we were able to convince ourselves of the position.

"I'd like to hear a lot more about you, but first I want my men... do you mind, sister?

"Yeah. There's going to be someone important to the rest of us here. Finally, we haven't completely cleaned up yet, so it would be helpful if you could help us.... right?

At the end of Frizione's gaze was Merclio.

He looked at Vihera and had a heartfelt relief look on his face.

It was clear from the power of the enemy that the purpose of the Crusaders was this formation, but there was also the thought that it would destroy the main force of the insurgents led by Vihela…

Basically, he was acting wrapped up, but often reached out to troops blocking the streets in several small groups, as Vihela had done personally.

If you think that there's more to it than that, you could have been ambushed with the intention of destroying each of them and destroyed each of them, then Merclio's worries were never too great.

"Heh heh, you think I'm gonna get hit by someone around there? But thank you for worrying. Well done, Merclio."

"It's because Theorem and Ray were there, yes. I thought it might be the other trap this time. Because I got on that move and the result is this. I wish I'd gone with my sister."

Vihera shook her neck sideways saying she couldn't help herself to Merclio, who groaned in sigh.

"Imitating to abandon those who are in the position here will certainly be the root of later evil. More than that, Merclio could not move from this position. Given that, this choice is never wrong. Let's do the cleanup first. There are other things that we need to talk about."

The words of Vihela hang up and everyone enters the position.

And the troops that Vihella was leading are also ordered to disband, and each begins to act.

Like those who clean up, those who make sure everyone you know is safe, those who go to see how their tents are.

In doing so, the Frizione army people and a few others caused a commotion, but still it was done like a light fight, I guess because we understand each other that we can't afford to be doing that right now.

"Sa, Ray. Why don't you go, too?

"... Huh?

In the meantime, Ray had been pulled by Vihera for some reason to take him to the Magic Tent.

In doing so, he forcefully armed himself, so he would bury his elbows in the rich double hills, breathtaking for their softness.

... Vihera herself had a happy look on Ray, who had not been touchable in a long time, but Merclio and Tiyur, who saw it, had such expressions that it was not funny and, conversely, Frizione had a funny grin.

Angela also had a slightly grumpy look on her face, but fortunately the appearance was more noticeable for Merclio and Tiyul, who looked grumpy, and Angela's case was barely noticeable.

"Dear Vihella, well done, you're safe..."

"Oh, now the rebels are in full swing, too. His Royal Highness Frizione, His Highness Merclio, and…"

One of the aristocrats on the spot turns his gaze toward Ray, who is held by Chirali and Vihera - with his arms buried precisely in Vihera's chest.

Already, there is no such thing as treating Ray roughly in this place.

That is not only true for the rebels led by Merclio, but also for the Frizione army.

If an individual could show comparable activity in front of a single army, that would also be natural.

That's not once or twice either, so that's all Ray's power is engraved into memory.

Those who normally sound polite also have to have a certain respect for Ray.

"Now I'd like to discuss what's going to happen. I, Theorem, will make the progress."

Everyone on the spot nodded that there was no disagreement with Theorem to thank him.

In fact, it was Theorem who was near Merclio in this setting and practically ran the rebels.

No one could complain about that Theorem making such a progression of the story.

Even if there was something inside of it that I was thinking.

"First of all, as things stand, His Highness Frizione has joined us. At this point, therefore, the suggestion has been made by His Highness Frizione to change the name Rebel, what do you think?

Everyone reacts to the words.

Originally rebels also meant that Merclio would defy Kabazid and Schuls, who were determined to kill themselves, and named rebels by themselves.

Yet who can change his name so easily just because Frizione has joined him?

Those who want to change the name Rebels if they can because they have a bad impression.

who have no particular focus on what they are called, and who think they don't care either way.

Whatever the fine differences, in large part, these three were the thoughts of those who are here today.

A large number of them are naturally those who have participated since the formation of the rebels and can be called the Third Prince.

But if you try the Frizione army, you certainly don't mind joining the rebels, but the fact is that the way you call them rebels is not preferable to anything more than having no idea about the name rebels.

Given that neighborhood, I still had to think about the need to change the way we called rebels, even for Merclio.

If you continue to force yourself to use that name like this, even if this army doesn't crack... the atmosphere is going to get worse and there is a risk of dissonance being created within the army.

Ray looks at Merclio worried like that without saying anything in particular.

As for Ray, I don't particularly care if the name of this army would be Rebel, or anything else, because I am only the perception of a mercenary hired.

I think we should call ourselves whatever we want.

"Hmm, right. Sister Frizione, do you have a good name?

Merclio turns his gaze to Frizione, who has raised the matter of the army's name, but when it comes to the person questioned, he shakes his neck small and sideways.

"I know a few things, but it's Merclio who leads this army, isn't it?... Honestly, as far as I'm concerned, I still can't agree to fight with my brothers, but it's also true that I can't say that. If I could, I'd prefer a name that would end this battle quickly and make no futile battle."

"... also unscrupulous things"

With a bitter smile, Merclio thought… Still no good idea came to mind, and in the end he would call himself the Merclio Army and beyond, as if he had misappropriated the name Frizione Army as it were.