Legend

"... well. So, Brother Kabbazide, about the letter from the top, what do you think? We all want you to give us your opinions."

In the meantime, waiting for a reply, so a line of negotiating delegations, including Frederick, were given a larger tent at the Merclio Army position, where they waited.

And this is how Merclio opens his mouth when he's just the face of the Merclio army.

"Disagree! You don't have to bother riding in the prepared hand over there!

When one of the nobles tells him so, the others open their mouths, as they agreed with that nobleman.

"That's right. Setting dates and fighting will mean you can trap enough for the other side! Even though this one is numerically unfavourable, you won't bother fighting in favor of the other side. First of all, we should bring it into a protracted war. Fortunately, it's now autumn, a little more winter, and it's harder to fight."

"Wait, that's the same for us, right? Or if you have a decent base, this one's in position. If we keep wintering, the damage is greater this way!

"No, you don't. Certainly we will be devastated as well. But given the difference in numbers between this one and the other, there's no doubt that the other one will end up with more damage."

"That's why I can't accept presupposing that this one will be devastated or anything! In the first place, it's hard to procure food when it's winter!

"What do you say we give Lord Ray some help around here? I have an item box in the corner."

Chirali, and Ray thinks to the aristocratic man who looks at Ray.

Indeed, I am employed with the intention of cooperating in this civil war.

Still, it has to be interesting to be used as good.

I guess there are a few others who have that thought.

Vihera's gaze gets cold, especially when she hears me trying to use Ray, a thinker, as good.

Even the aristocrats, you notice the gaze that is directed at you, distract from your gaze as confused for a moment... but nevertheless continue the word because as an aristocrat you consider it to be the most effective force in the present situation.

"There are a lot of big nobles over there. I mean, a lot of people can't afford to be involved here all the time... if you think about it."

And there were a few of them that heard the story, who nodded.

In fact, even for a nobleman who is cooperating with two of them, than two royal families are out there: Kabazid and Schuls, it is necessary to put out the Lord or his equivalent.

If we send someone here to no avail, there will be a lot of inconvenience after this civil war.

In order to prevent it, even a nobleman needs to send the right person.

And we need to do more than send important people, and we need to match the numbers of nobles from the looks of each other and the army.

In addition to being such a number of troops, for a short period of time, when they disappear from the territory during the winter months, monsters like bandits and adventurers are out of reach, disturbing molecules in the territory, etc. It is also possible that those responses will turn to the rear.

It would also be possible to return the soldiers, of course, in the territory near the place where the battle is now taking place.

But the territory of this Bestian Empire is vast, and not all places are so easy to get around.

"... I mean, this is just what we're doing here, and the nobles on the Crusaders' side are getting weaker."

"But I suppose that would have caused the same damage to this Merclio army?

"Around..."

The gaze of the aristocracy was directed, once again, Ray.

It is certainly not a difficult story to pinpoint a ray that can be described as a thousand or ten thousand injustices in the literal sense than there is a presence called seto.

But...

"Yes, everything depends on Lord Ray. I wonder. Some of us have a face."

Many of the surrounding people nod at the words of the person who is carrying the mercenary.

But seeing it, the aristocrats continue their words without pulling.

"So, what do you want me to do? No way, take the battle from the front, as it was written in the letter Lord Frederick brought? No way, that's impossible. Did you forget you said there was a firm hand over there against Lord Ray?

"... but is that really possible?

Pottori, and.

The voice of one of the nobles squealing echoes around wonders.

The word, indeed, is a question that many thought.

Because I know Ray's power, I honestly can't nod when people say I have the means to counter it.

In fact, that's all we're getting.

"What is it that Lord Ray mass-produced a magic item called Absorbing Flames, which the opponent he encountered when he was acting with His Highness Frizione's army?

To that question that went up from the nobility, Ray shook his neck sideways.

"No, sure, that one could disable the magic of the flames, but it didn't seem to activate without touching the flames directly. Most importantly, sure, my magic can attack a wide range, but it's not like I don't have any other means of attack. If you ask me if I can fight this position with the armor of the king I used when I came to help you..."

You won't be able to, groans.

In fact, the King's armor is a skill with very good abilities if you don't even think about the drain of magic. Just stick it in the enemy and you do a lot of damage, and it's impossible to stop it over there.

(Even with regard to the only magic consumption…)

In the dragon robe, gently touch the bracelet that fits into your wrist.

I completely forgot its existence in previous battles, the Sucker's Bracelet.

Magic item that has the ability to absorb magic power in proportion to the damage inflicted on the target.

(Most importantly, if ordinary magic can cover the enormous amount of magic consumed by the King's armor anyway... honestly, I doubt it)

The Sucker's Bracelet does absorb magic from the opponent who did the damage.

But still, there's no way you can absorb magic indefinitely.

It's impossible to absorb more magic than your opponent has.

And the King's armor consumes a lot of magic out of digits.

It is possible to attack many enemies if they are plunged into the enemy with the armor of the king... but still cannot keep up with the amount of healing power consumed with the armor of the king.

That's all Ray possesses. He has a lot of magic to use when he's activating the King's armor at the same time.

In other words, no matter how many sucker bracelets I used to attack, if I couldn't take the magic away from a large crowd, it would have been water on the burning stone.

While I'm thinking that way, the story goes on.

"Even if it's unfavourable to the other side, I hope this one will be unfavourable. By and large, the opponent is His Highness Kabazid, isn't he? There's no way you haven't considered the possibility of being turned down for this fight."

"... that's true. At least to the extent that we spread the word to the people that we escaped the battle and spread the information that this one is unfavourable. Besides, there's a lot of talk here about spreading war on pranks."

Everyone gives a bitter look to Vihera's whining.

The current Merclio army is in its favor because it continues to win.

Even with regard to the recent battle against the position, the information is widespread because it defeated the crusaders who attacked it, thus the victory of the Merclio army.

... The damage suffered in that battle was considerable for the Merclio army, but externally it spread to the wind of their victory.

Of course, even on the Crusaders' side, we have a good grasp of the information around it, and we are trying to spread the information because it caused a lot of damage to the Merclio army, but it is still a lot that it was repelled without being able to attack the position, and it is received in the eyes of the people in the way of the Merclio army victory.

Many help the Merclio army because many believe such rumors to be true.

But what happens if the Merclio Army escapes without fighting?

It is unlikely that Vihela or Frizione will soon have a greater impact than there is a popular royal family of the people.

Still, it was certain that it would be obviously disadvantageous with a big eye.

Because the Merclio army needs to keep winning because of the small numbers.

Nor is it interesting to see the story spread that we are intentionally spreading the war.

It was something I absolutely wanted to avoid as a Merclio that spreads my reputation as a person who does not think about the people at all and seeks pleasure only in battle.

"In other words, the best thing we can do is win after meeting the challenges of Brother Kabazid and Brother Schulz."

Some unexpectedly frown upon Merclio's words, which he concluded.

I know. That it is the best course of action.

But...

"It comes down to whether or not we can beat each other in the end..."

Where one of the nobles turns his gaze, Ray, naturally.

The most powerful person on this occasion and who holds the key to this battle.

With the gaze of those on the spot, Ray opens his mouth, feeling the pressure of his gaze.

"I don't think Seto and I are going to lose that easily... though I think the results so far show. Unless you're invited here, I think you should."

"Ray says this too... and besides, I trust the power of this army. Theorem and his men, his sister's high combat and command skills, and the White Rose Knights on Frizione's sister. Other than that, there's no way we're gonna lose the Crusaders."

"His Highness Merclio... so much for us..."

"Victory to Your Highness!

"Victory! We're the ones who win this fight!

"Bring the throne to His Highness Merclio!

"To Your Highness!

The words that came out of Merclio's mouth echoed the hearts of those who were all on the spot in a strange way.

What you're saying is nothing special. Nevertheless, the words undoubtedly echoed the hearts of those who were on the spot.

Vihera and Frizione will gladly watch Merclio like that.

I guess I'm glad it's equipped with all this charm to attract people.

"So is there anyone who disagrees that we will respond to this showdown?

To the words, the surroundings calm back.

Ray also stared silently at such a Merclio figure without saying anything.

"Then you've made up your mind. So, can you get Frederick?

"Ha! Immediately!

One of the nobles commands that the knights be called quickly and all the time, and that Frederick be brought.

"Excuse me, His Highness Merclio, His Highness Frizione and His Highness Vihella. I heard your call."

With his entourage, Frederick enters the magic tent by telling him so.

But as soon as I got inside the magic tent, I got a slightly surprising look.

Obviously because the air was different from earlier.

The air was very similar to that found in the camp of Cabazide, his own master.

(This is...)

Could it have failed something?

While Frederick thinks so, he turns his gaze toward Merclio.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to kick you out or call you in."

"No, if you think we're talking about deciding the fate of this army, I guess that's natural, too. … so how did the results of the consultation turn out? Do you mind if I tell you about that area?

To Frederick's words, Merclio opens his mouth feeling the gaze being directed at him from around him.

"Oh, let's take it. However, the conditions on Brother Kabazid will not remain the same."

"... I see, indeed, that would be the case if His Highness Merclio were in his shoes. Ok. Which part, exactly?"

"That's a battlefield for battle. If Brother Kabazid or Brother Schulz chooses the place in advance, there is a good chance of setting some kind of trap."

To Merclio's words, while he does snort…, Frederick returns the words.

"But can you also say the opposite? If His Royal Highness had decided the battlefield, it would be possible that His Royal Highness would set something up there."

Frederick didn't insult Merclio.

If this is an insult, it means that Merclio, who first suspected him, insulted him again.

"Maybe you do. So, what do you say we send a couple of guys to each other and watch the battlefield with that? I don't think we can imitate each other in such a way, and if we imitate each other in such a way... that would make us famous as the ones who fouled this battle."

To Merclio's words, Frederick nodded slowly after thinking for a few seconds.