Legend

"Ahhhhhh!

Raising a voice that inspires itself, the man waves down a long sword for mock warfare in his hand.

The speed was overwhelmingly fast compared to that of a soldier in general, which meant that the person was the appropriate user.

But the opponent against it gently gives away the weapon in his hand as if he had cut off the orbit of a long sword waved down on himself.

Then the sword waved down is diverted from the attack, as if it were a planned harmony, and the next moment I notice a sharp blade in front of me.

"Until then!

The man with the long sword exhales much more relieved by the sounding voice around him.

So while you're there, there's a regrettable light in your eyes to look at them.

I know there's a difference in strength between us, and that shows track record.

Still, as a man, I still want to reward them with one arrow.

Even if the opponent is younger than himself, his strength is clearly above him. Respect...... no, I even have thoughts close to worship.

I wanted you to recognize your power because you're such an opponent.

"You can say that about the long sword swing. There are no problems with foot carriage or center of gravity movement. However, you should sharpen your step a little more if you can. One step... No, you should try to be aware of half a step like that"

That's what they tell me when the blade that was poked in front of them is away.

"Thank you, Captain Ray!

Ray nods lightly at the words of the guerrilla soldier, shouldering the death size he had in his hand.

After dismantling Wyburn and passing the material to the blacksmith, a mock fight was held to decide who would use Wyburn's leather armor, and after that, it became a BBQ party with Wyburn's meat.

Of course it's Wyburn's meat for five. The guerrillas couldn't have eaten it alone, and it must have been a big banquet involving those around them.

Still, is there a sense that the showdown is near around where most did not leave drunk the next day?

Either way, the day after the Wyburn case was finished, Ray was in a mock fight with the guerrillas.

Besides, there's no way we can have a full-scale mock fight more than the showdown is close.

But even tomorrow we will march towards the battlefield, where we will reveal the night and the next day the showdown will take place.

There's no way to make this simulation match the kind of injury, nor can you imitate it to leave your opponent tired.

Thus, it was not a full-scale mock fight, as Ray had done earlier, but a lighter mock fight.

It would be treated as a very light training if I were to visit those around me.

Ray's training is mostly demanding.

In the meantime, it's a training that takes place in a unit that gathers elites like the guerrillas, so if we try it in person, it just seems like a tough training if we try it on someone else, even if we feel it's a light training.

"What's the matter, you're hardly strong enough for me to keep training while I'm in Imperial City. Is this your limit?

The guerrilla soldiers increase their fighting spirit to Ray, who tells him in some provocative tone.

(Yeah, yeah, that's how it goes)

Ray nods contentedly inside.

... although the expression still gave me a glimpse somewhere.

In the first place, the place of death dived at that time is considerable, because the Merclio Army - then the rebels - is one of the biggest factors that outweighed the position offensive by the Crusaders.

The act of continuing to fight enemies who will be attacking you in an extended way, whether you defeat them or not, forces the guerrilla soldiers... that's what makes them grow undeniably.

From three days of training, one actual battle.

Since the actual battle was so intense that it was not normally experienced, it was only natural that the skill of the guerrilla soldiers would increase.

"I'm going!

The next soldier screams, hands a spear for mock warfare, kicks the ground and packs a pass.

Spear and Death Size. Although it is roughly the same in pure length, Death Size does not have the means of attack of poking.

No, there's an attack method of poking with a stone poke, but still, compared to a pure spear, the death size has a giant blade on it, which is naturally inferior to in time.

Did you aim for that even for a soldier, rolling out the poke in a row?

If you're a regular soldier, the first thing you can do is push a series of speeds that are just impossible.

But Ray plays all of that dead size.

No, I don't just play it. Little by little, I'm even packing my time.

Try being a soldier, the pressure you feel from Ray will be quite strong just slowly approaching rather than stuffing the time at once.

Ray also approached him with a body sword that he felt threatened.

"Shit!?

I guess I was in a hurry for the pressure I felt from Ray. The soldier mistimed to pull back to hand after rolling out the poke.

If I were a normal opponent, I would have been more deluded about everything.

But this time the opponent was Ray, and that momentary gap gave Ray such a great gap that there was no more.

At the next moment, a death-sized blade is stuck to the neck in perfect pieces.

If Ray moves his hand a little, his neck will be slashed and torn, in a position where it will be amputated.

Soldiers breathe unexpectedly into the imagination that was born in them.

At the next moment, however, the sticking blade leaves light.

"That was a shame. The current streak was a pretty good offense, but the wrong time to pull the spear back out of a hurry. A series of attacks like that is very delicate. My mind just got a little upset, and I'm lightly out of balance. If you're going to set me up, don't ever question my strength. Not until we're done with that attack."

"Yes! Thanks!

In such a condition, the day passes with a mock battle against the face of the guerrillas.

Note that the faces of Ray and the guerrillas were somewhat slow, but as a Merclio army, we are preparing to fold formations and deploy, and many are very busy moving.

No, the Merclio Army isn't the only one that's busy.

Even for those who had previously done business at the Merclio Army position, they were ready to fold the store.

Naturally. Tomorrow the Merclio army will leave this formation and then go to the last battle of this civil unrest.

If you win, you'll go straight to the Empire, and if you lose, you won't end up back here.

In other words, this position, which has been in use for quite some time, will also be completely out of service tomorrow.

... Some people say that it would be useful to have a position here when they lose in battle with the Crusaders and flee back.

The last night of use of this position means that some people make banquet noises using alcohol and food that cannot be cleaned up.

Noisy voices echoed all over there only at positions that already had the size of one city.

Hearing the voice of a feast as if they wished for their victory, Ray turns his mind to the battle two days later and falls asleep.

The next day, under the autumnal sunny sky as if to celebrate the departure of the Merclio army, Merclio opens his mouth with a tall, built speech stand.

"From now on we go to a showdown with the Crusaders. But I'm not worried. Because I believe in the power of this army! In fact, so far we have been winning the battle against the Crusaders. No matter what they think beyond that, there's never going to be a loss! Okay, let's go! To grab our victory and glory in this hand!

The words, spoken in an unusual Merclio tone, were delivered to all the 10,000 or so Merclio troops by a wizard under Theorem.

Preparations for departure are still underway in the morning before dawn, and this is the last event this speech will take place before the launch…

'Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The roar of all the Merclio armies echoes around.

A roar that never doubts its own victory.

Confidence that we have won a series of fights against the Crusaders.

And most importantly, the thought that we have someone who has brought us that victory.

Such a roar, as if they were all mixed together.

I glance at my own army like that and wave my hand to the side.

It was only one move, but the soldiers quickly silence.

"Merclio Army, we're leaving!

Merclio's voice sounds and cheers again.

The Merclio army leaves as the soldiers remember the trembling excitement.

Best of all, it's just more than 10,000 troops.

Naturally there will also be an order of departure, which will require considerable waiting time for the last troops to leave.

"We can win, we can definitely win!

"Oh, oh, oh! We win! To make His Royal Highness Merclio the next Emperor!

"I... for His Highness Merclio!

"Until now, I've never fought my enemies properly except in that defensive battle. My arm's ringing."

"No, I think it's too much to fight that defense."

"Really? When this army was a rebel, I joined it from the first battle against the Crusaders..."

"Jealous, you"

Those in the unit who are still unable to leave discuss it with each of them with excitement.

I have already been informed of the order of departure of the troops, so I am not frustrated by the waiting time I should leave.

"Whoa, whoa! No, the blood's boiling down in His Highness Merclio's words earlier! Somebody, let's do a mock fight with me!

Some of them seemed too excited.

"The world is nothing... is he? No, I can't say it like that more than I'm in a civil unrest."

"Gru."

Ray, who was flying in the sky on Ceto as a leading reconnaissance unit for the Merclio army, mutters and Ceto responds.

In fact, sometimes Ray is flying in the sky right now, and he was feeling pretty free.

Autumn also deepens and the air is cold no matter how good the weather is.

On top of that, they're flying about a hundred meters above us, so if they were normal, they'd tremble right back to the ground in the cold.

However, in the case of rays, it automatically regulates the temperature of the dragon robe.

It is a griffon when you are in Ceto, and it is perfectly fine in this degree of cold.

"Even so, the Crusaders side is going to take this opportunity to set something up... is there?

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr?"

I didn't think the Crusaders would imitate that as far as Ray is concerned, because I have so confidently designated the planned date and battlefield of battle.

But at the same time, it is also true that if we are Kabazid, we are likely to use any means to win.

In the end, the battlefield was decided by Merclio, so while I don't think there's a problem... still my anxiety remains.

"So you're going to have to go out on reconnaissance in the end. And if you're going on reconnaissance, it's because me and Seto are the best."

"Grrrrrrrr"

To Ray's words, naturally, Seto rings his throat.

They deserve reconnaissance because they are the strongest of the Merclio army.

Ray, who seemed to say it that way, strokes Seto's neck.

I guess that felt good. Throating with joy Seto wings and moves forward.

"Say, Seto. It's a little too far. Even with just more than 10,000 troops, they're moving dull, and some convoys are loaded with supplies. As soon as Seto gets serious, he'll be too far away, so please do it as slowly as possible."

"Gru......"

To Ray's words, Seto throats slightly unfortunately.

When I was in action with the Frizione army, it was a small number, so the speed of movement of the troops was not that slow.

But given the number of Merclio troops, it's not very, but it doesn't translate to moving quickly.

It just takes a lot of people to get around.

Try making it a light cet where we just need to have our own body, and you'll be unhappy.

"Look, he said don't look so dissapointed. You've been in the Spring War, haven't you?

"Grrrrrrrr"

To Ray's words, Seto leaks a still slightly dissatisfied but convincing squeal.

Previous marches were certainly disabling, but in this case they have travelled as Merclio troops several times, and I guess they could have done something familiar.

In fact, this civil unrest has been going on for quite some time compared to the spring war.

In short, maybe you're right that I'm getting tired of it.

"Calm down, this civil unrest will be our last fight tomorrow anyway.... Well, if you don't imitate the other side to fight for nothing,"

In Ray, the victory of this battle was already decided, as well.

Vihela, Theorem, the White Rose Knights, the guerrillas, and the Warcraft soldiers.... and myself and Seto.

That with all this fighting power, you can definitely beat the Crusaders.

It was Ray's expectation that they would have the right amount of fighting power over there, but they would have no match for their own.

… the anticipation is so correct that there is no more.

Surely, if only the Crusading Army had the previous strength, it would have been swept away by the fire whirlwinds Ray specializes in and, above all, battles using the armor of the King of Champions.

But Ray's only and biggest miscalculation is one.

Rank S adventurer, immovable noise would have been present in the Crusaders as a means of countering Ray.