Legend

Plains of Brissa, where the Crusaders and the Merclio Army bumped into each other from the front.

Originally, the victory of the Crusaders, who had more than four times the strength of their opponents, should have been unshakeable.

But it was Ray, Vihera, Gurgasto and Wideret who overshadowed it.

Ray in particular, during his battle against the immovable noise, a rank s adventurer, even succeeded in seeking his own strength and eventually retreating the noise.

They also had those powers, and this civil unrest. At the end of the day, the biggest battle was the victory of the Merclio army.

By order of both the winner, Merclio, and the loser, Schulus, the Lord is now preparing to head to the Imperial City in a few days' time, while others are being treated regardless of their enemy allies.

Until a little while ago, of course, they were fighting each other.

The anger that killed his comrades was natural, but there was still no noticeable disturbance, probably because noblemen from both the Merclio Army and the Crusaders were watching hard.

Most people understood that if they imitated poorly, there would be no life of their own, especially since Gurgasto, famous among the Merclio army in many ways, was at the forefront of the lookout, and his men were similarly looking around.

(I'd rather still be looking around the battlefield tracks like this than go down to the Imperial City and get caught up in politics)

He whines inside and waves the Battle Axe in both hands loudly.

The soldiers, who were staring at the wind-cut noise around the order of treatment, corrected their spines and waited very long.

Gurgasto, who snorted like he didn't seem to get stuck like that, starts looking around again.

"Parental, parental. They've been making a scene over there."

"... Parenthood. Hang in there! How many times do I have to tell you?

A fist is dropped on the man's head, and the sound of meat, meat, bones and bones hitting each other echoes around him.

A crusader soldier awaiting treatment a little further away overheard the sound… at the earliest I could describe it as a blowing sound.

The blow now would undoubtedly have been seriously wounded if it had been an ordinary soldier, because it seemed like such a blow.

But...... at the end of a soldier's gaze, a man just beaten by Gurgust screams with his head in his arms.

"Ouch! That's terrible, isn't it? My head is delicate, unlike my parent's!?

"You're kidding me! You think a delicate head owner just needs to take my fist and say it hurts!? How many times do I have to tell you not to call me a parent?"

"That's... 'Cause you've been calling me a parent ever since. Why now?"

"Now you're screwed! How many times do you think I've told you not to call me a parent? Come on, it's the limit of patience!

Even though it's just a strong surface glugust face, a blood vessel emerges out of anger.

That scattered more intimidation against the surroundings, and the soldiers, who were watching at a remote location, waited heavily for treatment on the spot, regardless of whether the Merclio army or the Crusaders were there.

It's never like there's no more hatred for them.

But still, it was obvious that if we made a scene here, we'd be like the man who got that fist.

I want to avoid that. If we take such a blow, instead of treating the injuries, we will definitely suffer serious death injuries.

Make it Gurgasto, make it the man whose fist was dropped on his head, and I didn't have the current exchange for that effect.

Still, I consider myself lucky to have lost the noise thanks to the current exchange, and go looking around to the next place.

You dropped that off, and you understand that if you make a noise, Gurgasto will be back again, and then there was nothing like a noise without anyone around you.

near the headquarters of the Merclio army. Ray and the other appeared in one of those paintings, which many people are now processing after the war while delighting in the victory of this civil unrest.

"... well. Is there anything else in your life?"

Ray exhales in relief at the words coming out of the man's mouth in front of him.

Palenix, who is also the deputy captain of the guerrillas who watched it, returns the words with a grin that bends only the edges of his lips.

"Yes, I had a lot of wounds when I was raging, but after I seized it, I used healing magic and potion to heal"

"It didn't seem to die. Above all.... I'm sorry, I never thought Wyburn would have set me up like that. It doesn't make any sense, and that's what I thought was weird at the time I attacked you like I was giving you Wyburn material."

To Ray, who tells him remorsefully, Palenix shakes his neck to the side.

"I don't think anyone would imitate a dragon knight as disposable. Besides, I can't believe that using certain magic items finally works... because if I had normally turned it off, it wouldn't have worked first. I guess that's how it felt to activate if you're lucky."

"Use and throw away precious dragon knights with such lucky measures,"

Wyburn, where dragon knights ride, is a common way for dragon knights to hatch and grow themselves from eggs.

This would mean, for example, that whoever contemplated this measure made a decision that should be called outrageous.

(No, if it's a kabazid, do you mind doing that much)

I remember the face of a man who had scratched behind us more than once, and a sigh leaked out of Ray's mouth.

Still, now that I'm gone, I decide I can't help thinking about it here, shake my head small, and then open my mouth again.

"Surely the guys who were in the guerrillas and equipped with Wyburn leather armor are in the treatment center, right?

Palenix nods back to Ray, who asks as he remembers what he heard from Theorem a while ago.

"Fortunately, did Lord Digma follow you here?"

"... rather than being precise, he seems to feel that he is giving a hand only to the treatment and treating the prisoners better at the price of it."

"Still, thanks to Lord Digma, who specializes in the spiritual magic of water, it is true that there are surprisingly few dead people here."

"I guess. I think I'm purely jealous of that."

Behind Ray's brain, the spiritual magic of the water Digma was using passes.

It's not just the attack, it's the spiritual magic of Digma's water that's versatile in many ways, to heal, to aid.

By comparison, Ray's magic is basically an attack-specific being.

Some of them use the nature of purifying the flames to purify the undead, or to dilute them and probe the traps, but the latter exploration is not so great because it purely uses the flames, but the consumption of magic is quite intense if it is also the purification of the former.

This, too, probably affects what Ray should call a flame specialization.

(Flames are symbols of destruction, but also of regeneration at the same time. Given that, it wouldn't be strange to use the magic of healing by flames)

Though I thought so, it was also true that I didn't feel that I could use healing magic, although it wasn't very sensational.

I think about my personality, or the fact that my nature is specialized in attacks everywhere, and I also think it might be because of this body, which is also the crystal of Zeppyre's monolithic technology.

Leave your personality and nature aside for now and ask Palenix.

"You think I could go see the guerrilla guys?

"Right. Some guys said they didn't have a face to match Captain Ray, but it would be helpful if you could meet him. In this battle, we guerrillas were expected to be among the best in the Merclio army. But in the end, we broke up and did little to help."

"... but it's not like it didn't help at all, is it? Teolame told you he took down some enemies, didn't he? Not just soldiers, commanders, knights, nobles, etc."

Palenix shook his neck sideways without force to Ray's inquiry, which he asked with the meaning of confirmation rather than to encourage.

"I'm not convinced that we're any better at this than we are. … not surrounded, but ourselves. That's why everyone in the guerrilla team inexorably thinks they couldn't do what they had to do.... if Captain Ray could say something about the area."

Nodding at Palenix's words, Ray continues toward those who have guerrillas among the treatment centers.

It's not a simple injury, it's an attack close to a kind of curse.

That's why, just in case, the face of the guerrillas was clustered away from the other injured.

To determine that it will probably be all right, but still not necessarily that there will be any other damage.

Other than that, Wyburn's leather armor has been removed now, but it's still not always safe.

To the face of the guerrillas isolated that way, Ray approaches and speaks without looking particularly concerned.

"Are you okay, you guys? You've been in a lot of trouble."

I guess those who were on the spot did not know by whom they were called at first.

He gives a look taken aback for a moment and looks around like he's in a panic.

"Captain Ray! If we get close to our side now..."

"Yes! There may still be some negative effects!?

He smiles and opens his mouth with a small smile at the words he tells us that he cares more about Ray than we do ourselves.

"Never mind. You know how strong I am. Even if you still have some kind of after-effect, it's impossible to have a negative effect on me."

"But we could go wild again..."

The man who said so noticed Ray smiling and looking at himself, more than that, mouthing.

But...... it's already late and Ray opens his mouth with a niggling grin.

"What, you think you can do me a clear disservice to the extent that you guys storm off? You didn't think I was raising my arms that far. All right, so it's a paragraph after the civil unrest, and shall we give it an arms test tomorrow? Wouldn't that be a problem?

"Yes!

It is the man who just slipped his mouth that tells him without a moment of hesitation.

To such a man, Ray grins differently than he did a few seconds ago... shaking his neck to the side.

"No. It's a matter of decision."

"Wow, Captain Ray is smiling like he's having so much fun!?

"Fool, you, fool! Already, fool! This, idiot!

Other men who can curse at the man who slipped his mouth.

Against such men, Ray takes out a skewered Gamelion that he keeps from the mysteries.

Gamellion's meat itself is a substitute for last year, but some mysteries don't have time to go by, so it's freshly baked skewers.

"Look, take it. Still eat this and cheer up. I need you to come back as a proper guerrilla team."

"Captain... I'm glad to hear that, but the guerrillas will be disbanded any longer than this civil unrest is over."

Yes, the guerrilla squad was originally a unit formed from the Merclio army of brilliant soldiers, adventurers and mercenaries, and in a bad way, the gatherers.

Naturally, that force was needed because of this civil unrest, and the guerrillas should have been disbanded more than the end of the civil unrest.

"Right. It is true that the guerrillas will be disbanded. However... after the triumph parade."

"... Triumph Parade?

"Oh. They need to know firmly throughout the Bestian Empire that the civil unrest is over.... No, it's not just the Bestian Empire. The neighboring countries were also very interested in this civil unrest. I guess it's more meaningful to show it to you."

"Can we participate in that parade?

Ray nods naturally to the soldiers who ask in such a way as fear.

"You guerrillas are one of the most elite units in the Merclio army. More than that, we need to go to the parade. Besides... in this fight, the captain, I acted completely differently from you guys. At the very least, it's not a bad idea to welcome them together at the end."

"Captain Ray...... could you give that to His Highness Merclio?

"Well, I don't know. You understand better than that, don't you? I'm going to get you guys into the Triumph Parade. Get ready with that intent."

Ray's attitude to tell out of sight meant that the soldier's question was poking the truth.

I guess I figured that out. Soldiers turn their grateful gaze toward Ray...

"Captain, if I may, may I come with you when you return to the Kingdom of Mireana?

"Oh, you run away. Captain Ray, let me come with you."

"You guys... think a little bit about Captain Ray. Oh, Captain Ray, I'll be there, too, thank you."

"Nice...... I guess I'll stop being a soldier and be an adventurer too"

Ray just had to be flabbergasted by that word that came out of nowhere.