Legend

"What's the damage over here?

"Not that much. Looks like the rear row was still a big mess with Ray and Seto's behavior. There wasn't that much damage in the first battle that went into the rear line, so we can keep going."

Vihelas march through the rear line of the Crusaders, as they do in the deserted wilderness.

Tiyul takes command of his men, and Gurgasto snorts grumpy at how he says he has entered the rear line but is not at all in battle.

Originally confused rear line. Nor was it possible to do anything against the Merclio army, led by Vihella, who was making a dignified progress in that, but it was unexpected for Gurgasto that there would still be little attack.

No, it's not like there won't be any attacks at all.

Some of them launch sporadic attacks, but such people are lightly suppressed without having to leave Gurgasto.

In that situation, we end up pushing the rear line with absolutely nothing to fight...

"I see the end, you know."

Vihera squeaks when she sees a place with no soldiers at the end of her gaze.

The rear end of the rear line...... Vihera whines as she arrives at what should also be called the final line of defense of the Crusaders in the literal sense.

"Dear Vihella, do you not have to call His Highness Merclio or Theorem? If we capture His Highness Kabazid or His Highness Schuls, this battle will be over, but if His Highness Vihella does that..."

To Tiyur's words, Vihera thinks a little… eventually shakes her neck sideways.

"It's true that Merclio and Theorem should be here, but this is the front line. In case you think about it, you can't call Merclio and the others here right now. Besides, how long do you think it'll take to get here if we call Merclio and the others now?

"... I see. If we waste our time here, we might be letting His Highness Kabazid or His Highness Schulus get away with it. What do you think of Gurgast?

"You're not interested in politics. However, if I may say it purely as my hope, I hope that there will be an escort with the strength to protect the prince."

Tiyul looks up into the sky and sees that what he heard was a mistake, to Gurgasto, who squeals with his gaze toward the Battleax in both hands.

It was the stunning blue sky that was spreading there that I didn't think was autumn, and it caught my eye for a moment.

"Tiyul, are you coming?

Tiyul, who stopped moving, hurriedly chases after me when he returns to me with the voice of Vihera hung on him.

If they leave me here, I won't be able to end this civil unrest with Vihera.

At the same time, if we try to make Tiyul, who has a deep building in art, we also want to create a theatre on the subject of this battle after the end of the civil unrest.

Thinking about that time, I never missed a climax here.

"Dear Vihella, how do you think His Highness Kabazid and His Highness Schulus will respond? There is little power left over..."

Tiyul asks Vihera, who is walking next door, to delude herself that she was about to be left behind.

But that's not just to mislead me.

In fact, it was largely possible to predict how much war power remained over there.

So what the two princes would do in this situation was neither for Tiyul nor, above all, for Vihera.

But Vihera smiles small and opens her mouth to the words of Tiyur.

"I think you should ask him that, huh? Here..."

Beyond the gaze of whining Vihela, there was a group of people there waiting for Vihela and the others.

Tiyul was nervous for a moment about how it was going, but faces like Gurgasto and Vihera keep walking without being particularly nervous.

Tiyul rushes after the two of them.

For a moment I thought it might also be some kind of trap, ambush, or ambush, and I thought it might have been better to come on the horse anyway, Tiyur, but when breaking through the central front, the horse has already thrown it away on the way.

If normal, the cavalry is overwhelmingly more powerful in infantry and cavalry, but it has broken through the central front and even the troops in the rear line.

It was the perception of Vihela, Gurgasto and Tiyur that it was just difficult to wrap up and act even if there were horses in such a situation.

It would have been different if this had been a quick move around places like meadows and wilderness.

Also, Vihella's weapon is a fight and his reach is short.

It would also be significant to say that we cannot strike properly from the horse.

Even for glugust, what you have is not a pole ax with a long pattern, but a battle ax. Naturally, the interval is short compared to a spear like that used by a normal cavalry.

In the sense that it's dominated by poking, maybe Tiyur's Rapier could use it on horseback quite a bit.

"Well, it looks like we're waiting over there, too. Shall we go? Brother Kabazid, whatever you do, Brother Schulz, I don't like to be kept waiting."

Following the words of Vihera, the Merclio army will step forward.

It was obvious that Kabazid and Schuls, who welcomed it, were all nobles except a few of the knights of the escort, and that this was not what they were going to do with the intention of fighting.

Seeing that, Gurgasto and his men have an unfortunate look on their face.

This will be the last battle of civil unrest in the true sense. I know that's what you thought, but that anticipation is in a totally off form.

... Otherwise, I was relieved that it was not a battle here.

In the meantime, Vihera leads her men forward.

The face of the crusaders who are not even stopping it.

That's how Vihela and Kabazid, Schuls, at the head of the unit, face each other at a distance of about three meters.

The first person to open his mouth was Vihella.

"Brother Kabazid, Brother Schulz, it's been a long time since I've seen you in person."

"Right. It's been years, I guess, since Vihella ran away. When I raided this castle, I thought I'd just left."

Vihera and Kabazid exchanging words with a grin.

Schuls on that cabazide's side had a bitter look on his face.

An expression of humiliation that will yield against my sister.

... Those who hold back behind Vihela were judging that, although not everyone put it to words.

Schuls is not originally a long-time cheerleader, and most importantly because he was confident in the military, as he has proven to have many supporters in the military.

But...

"Vihera! What the hell are you going to do with that outfit!? Not very much, but it doesn't look like the kind of outfit the second princess of the Bestian Empire would wear!

Out of Schulss's mouth was not a defeat loss, nor a praise for beating ourselves, but a sermon against Vihella's outfit.

As the saying goes, Vihella's outfit is made of thin clothes that the other side can see through, and I can just say if the busty double hills, the creased hips, the big stretched buttocks and the body lines are still this.

Some people will feel uncomfortable with their outfits because the armor, toenails that are equipped on their hands and feet are magic items that are in action.

… although some people would be convinced if they were told that it was that kind of outfit because Vihella wears them completely naturally.

"Oh, is something wrong? It's not particularly dirty with dust or blood, and I think it stays pretty."

"It's not weird, it's not weird! You, as the royal family of the Bestian Empire, have no pride!

To the shrubs yelling bright red in his face, Vihera gives a look like he was poked at the impression for a moment… the next moment he opens his mouth with a funny grin.

"Of course not, right? In the first place, as Brother Kabazid said earlier, I have already left the Bestian Empire."

"Then why did you come back to this country? No, if you just came back, you'd still help make this noise, and you'd be in danger to Sister Frizione."

"Oh? Sure, I ran away from the Bestian Empire, and I threw away my royal identity. But if they ask me that my brother, who split the blood, is under house arrest and will be assassinated even more, there's no way I'm gonna miss that, is there?

"The rumor is cod!

Yelling like that doesn't change the ending, no matter what the beginning is, if things have already gone so far.

"Shullus, calm down.... Now it's time to get to the bottom of each other's greetings"

To the whining Kabazid words, the ambient air that was loose for a moment after seeing the current exchange turns into a tense one.

"Whatever the beginning, this civil unrest is our... Me and Schulth's loss. That's good. But I was the one who originally led the army on the Crusaders' side in this civil unrest. So, what do you think? One of my necks means I'll fit in."

"... are you serious, Brother Kabazid? That the first prince of the empire would give his life?

"Right. Honestly, I had a feeling this would happen from the time I got a deep red on that side of this civil unrest."

"Then why did you fight so far? If the damage does come to this point, it will take a commensurate price to put an end to the civil unrest. But if you were seeing a loss when Ray came on over here, why didn't you stop there?

I see a loss. Those who challenge the battle usually don't exist.

Yet why did Yingjie and the famous Kabazid continue the civil unrest?

To such a Vihera question, Kabazid grins with thin... that's what opens his mouth with a grin that makes him feel like he's not nervous at all.

'Cause everyone wanted it.

Yes, that's all I told you.

"Wait, Brother Kabazid. So this civil unrest was forced by the nobles!?

I ask his gaze toward the nobles who follow Kabazid, but his nobles also turned their gaze toward Kabazid with a surprised look.

Not very much, but it doesn't look like it would have threatened the master it serves itself.

"No? Of course it's up to me to make this civil unrest, isn't it?

"Brother Kabazid?

It doesn't make sense.

Zokri, something cold runs on Vihera's back.

I definitely have a conversation with the person in front of me, and I understand the conversation properly.

Yet something decisive doesn't engage, like that.

Is it really a brother with blood connected to himself, even if it's half?

With that question, when I hung my mouth open again...

"Whoa, look at that! Griffon!"

The voices of the nobles who were near Kabazid echo around them.

If everyone turned their gaze to those to whom that nobleman was pointing, there was certainly a griffon ceto flying through the sky with wings flapping and coming down to earth.

When you land straight on the ground, you come in front of Vihera.

"Apparently, you made it to the end"

"... well, I'm a little late"

Thanks to Ray showing up, Vihera forgets only for a moment the discomfort she had with Kabazid, smiles and speaks to Ray.

"Are you deep red? [M]... It was certainly in front of the castle before, but do you remember me?

"Oh, I remember. In the first place, there's no way you're gonna forget who's responsible for this fight, is there?

To Ray, who returned the Death Size to his hand, a nobleman around Kabazid tries to say something about that attitude.

But Kabazid himself gently reaches out and blocks the word.

"Right. It was totally unexpected that there would be someone like you if we tried.... Without you, this civil unrest would have ended with this victory. Don't you think?

I guess he decided that Kabazid was enjoying his conversation with Ray. While the nobles seem slightly dissatisfied with Ray's attitude, they swallow dissatisfaction.

And Vihera, who had talked to Kabazid until earlier, has a surprising look at her, even though the conversation seemed to mesh with herself and was not meshing at all, but that conversation seemed to mesh properly with Ray.

"... Well, I don't know. Sure, I don't think the role I played was small, but my impression is that even if I didn't help, the Vihelas would have won eventually."

"Really? Well, what does it mean where the loser said it?... Well, I could talk to Deep Red, and I could talk to Vihella. Then I guess it's time."

What? What?

Everyone tilted their necks at Kabazid's words, but took a dagger out of their nostalgia without looking concerned about the confusion around them.

Moments, tension runs around you.

Those who were around Vihera each prepared to move at any time, and Schuls' men showed similar movements.

Only Kabazid's men, however, cannot move without knowing what their Lord is doing.

In such a situation, Kabazid opens his mouth with a dagger in his hand with a grin as usual.

"Now, let's pull the curtain of this battle. By my death, I shall be defeated by the Crusaders. Those on the Crusaders' side should follow the instructions of the Merclio army properly. Oh, yeah, yeah. I want you to forgive Schuls for his life. I'll bear all the sins."

"Brother Kabazid, go up!?

You must have understood what Kabazid was trying to do, Vihera screams.

"Death here hardly makes sense! If you really want to take responsibility for this civil unrest, you should take responsibility for yourself properly after the war!

"I think so. But I'll ask Vihera and Merclio around. I want this battle to end with my life."

In contrast to Kabazid, who tells him so, Ray tries to take the dagger in his hand and kick the ground... and gets gazed at by Kabazid and stops his leg.

Say hello to Vihella.

Speaking so against Ray... without any hesitation, Kabazid stabs the poisonous purple body of the dagger in his hand into his own stomach.

There was no hesitation whatsoever there, even a laugh.

"Oh, this is finally over.... but if I could... I would have liked to see the cherry blossoms in Takayuan Castle Park again..."

"... Huh?