Legend

On the night on the Brissa Plains, the Merclio and Crusaders were lining up, but when skirmishes might arise, the soldiers looking around each formation were forcing considerable tension.

I also came up with the opinion that if it was meant to be, it wouldn't be a line up and formation together, but that would be too soon. The opinion prevailed, and this is how we ended up lining up and forming a line.

A metal fence is implanted between each other's positions to prevent the entry of monsters and bandits, probably because they still haven't been able to fully believe the other.

No, many have publicly stated that they cannot allow the Crusaders to surrender to the Merclio Army, even if only on the surface.

There are few people on the Merclio side who think they can do anything because they won.

Sometimes if such people were hit by a detour, there would be another battle, and each of the Merclio and Crusaders looked around the position quite strictly.

"Even so, it's a good time this season. You don't have to rush to clean up the body."

"Right.... If this is summer, I'll have to hurry up and collect the bodies and burn them."

Two soldiers looking around at the Merclio Army position each exchange words with careful observation of their surroundings.

The words are somewhere distracting, but only the eyes are sharp.

Walk through the lights of the bonfire and the moonlight in such a way that no matter what happens, you don't miss it.

"However, isn't this minute a long way from returning to the Imperial City? The number of dead is pretty high because this was a battle that hit us from the front."

"Uh... well. It's not just from the front. They used to detour a handful of troops so they wouldn't find their enemies in order to target each other."

"... is that true? You didn't hear that, did you?

"That's right. We're good at each other. Even if we had prevented the attack, the damage would have been enormous.... Well, you don't have that many bodies either because of nature and the small number of people there. Besides, some people don't want to see so many elite bodies around them."

"Why? If we're gonna clean this up, we're gonna blow the bodies of the crusaders who attacked us, right? Don't you even care?

"There's a lot, idiot"

The man opens his mouth with a sigh of sigh to the words of his partner as if he had thought nothing of it.

"Elite is the strongest of those armies... That's a little different"

Ray or Seto look too much in the back of the sighed man's brain.

"Those who have the highest strength in their armies. Try touching the body in people's eyes. What do you think's gonna happen?

"... what happens?

"Ha, no. I expected a decent reply from you. I was the fool. Anyway, reversing the story means that we can't go back to Imperial City until we can handle the body to some extent. Not much, but we're on the lower end."

"You mean the guys up there are going to the Empire City?

"Oh. It just doesn't mean you're just gonna be gone from here because it's nothing bothersome. The power of the Bestian Empire has fallen tremendously as a result of this civil unrest, and all the nobles have come to this battlefield. There are important people like the current or the next. If the situation continues for a long time without such people, it is more than likely that there will be another disturbance as a result of it. If the body was processed quickly, it would be different."

"... Indeed. Nobility is like fighting for power."

The man snorts even as he smiles bitterly at his troublesome, sighing partner.

There is something near half-intuitive about nobility wanting stronger power.

A snort because I knew that.

Most people in the nobility of the Merclio army are off the royal path of nobility.

In the first place, it was only natural that there were many aristocrats who liked them, because they were the ones who gave them to the third prince, who was not expected at all before the civil unrest.

In comparison, some of the nobles who follow Frizione also have such aristocratic numbers.

"... Still, I guess it's a lot better than the other one"

A man whining as he turned his gaze toward a crusader position.

The nobles, who had followed Kabazid as the 1st prince, many of whom still remained in the land and gave instructions to their men, have managed to assemble the Crusaders.

It was also Cabazide's will, and he followed Merclio's instructions properly.

However, Schulz's... some of the aristocrats have already left the scene and fled back to their own territory, and many of those who remain have managed to absolve themselves of their sins with their privilege as aristocrats.

This was also a natural consequence.

Somehow, a nobleman who could not enter the 1st princess was flocking to Schulus to form the 2nd princess.

Of course, many of the 2nd prince sects serve faithfully against Schulus.

But it is only natural that those who commit such acts as fleeing back to their territory should stand out more than such.

Schuls, knowing that, was to mourn whether he should have ended up with more unusable nobles in the First Crusade Army......

It should be noted that the nobility of the Second Prince, who was taken prisoner of the Merclio army in the first battle, has naturally also been brought to this battlefield.

I had been thrown into a place where I was gathering prisoners, but there was also a need to discuss that prisoner between the Merclio Army and the Crusaders.

Even if we cannot demand as much ransom as we have demanded during the battle, the captive house needs to pay a certain amount.

Such negotiations are also currently under way, and it does not mean that even at night the positions are surrounded by silence.

Many others do not sleep due to the excitement of the end of the greatest battle in the civil unrest.

If there were a liquor store or a whorehouse at a time like this, such people might have been able to gather and make a scene, but their hands have already left the Merclio army.

All I could do was precisely bring over the liquor that each had and stay excited to talk.

Though many are weary and sleep like mud in the battle of the day.

Such, in a situation where a battle may occur again if something goes wrong, the watch looks around the position.

"... you want me to follow you guys? Whatever it is, it is too cynical to change the forces to which His Highness Kabazid belongs as soon as he dies. I'm sorry."

"Right. I'm sorry to change the Lord so easily even as I am. How's Soble?

Bratta and Perfir each immediately refuse solicitation from Theorem, and Perfir speaks out to Soble, who is also the last one, to prompt him to answer.

Probably will say no soon.

That was the two of us who thought so, but unexpectedly it was silence that brought us back there.

"Hey, Soble. You probably got something done when you were taken prisoner, too, didn't you?

Bratta asks with her eyes narrowed.

If you forget how much you owe to Cabazide and shake your tail, I'll punch you in the head and get you back to your sanity.

I asked with that in mind, Soble's voice back remained as calm as usual.

"Even for me, I'm not going to abandon my loyalty to His Highness Kabbazid so easily. But I presume that His Highness the Kabazid is already dead? More than that, we have to decide what we're going to do. … do you think that His Highness Kabazid would be happy to fulfill our act of not cooperating with His Highness Merclio?

"It's..."

For better or worse, a person named Kabazid valued efficiency and results.

You can see that, considering that someone like Bratta is taken as a flank.

Of course, just because we value efficiency and results, it was sometimes unacceptable if we acted too outrageously.

I am sorry for Kabbazid if I am so loyal to myself that the reconstruction of the Bestian Empire will be delayed as a result.

If it is explained out of Soble's mouth that way, neither Bratta nor Perfir can answer no.

That's why I couldn't even snort right away if they asked me if I could immediately follow the person who killed their master… or more precisely the person who created the cause of the killing.

I know by reason, but my mind doesn't convince me.

"... I'm sorry, but even if that's disloyalty to His Highness Kabazid, I don't think I can work under His Highness Merclio right away"

"Me too. No, in my case, I don't intend to work under anyone other than His Highness Kabbazide.... and I have a guy I have to take down. And both of them."

Who it shows was immediately understandable to Theorem, considering who Bratta lost to and was taken prisoner of, and who she lost the battle without fighting by anyone's hand in previous battles.

"Tell you what, Ray's going back to the kingdom of Mireana after the triumph parade. Count Obrisin will return to his territory."

Theorem said so, but in the case of Gurgasto, there was also the possibility that the Triumph Parade itself would not participate because of the troublesome smell.

I give up half the time just because I understand Gurgasto's personality, that whatever he says will end up acting the way he thinks.

I'm willing to ask you to join me in the Triumph Parade once and for all around Vihella and Tiyur, but still it would be about five minutes and five minutes.

"What!? Those two are both of them!?

"Oh. By and large, Ray is the one person I hired to side with here in this civil unrest, and that civil unrest is over, so I'm not going to be in the Bestian Empire any more.... Well, let me be honest with you, I'd love to have someone like Ray in the Bestian Empire."

"... I guess. A man of such strength. How powerful would that power be for the Bestian Empire?"

Behind Pelfield's brain, he was quite confident in his skill, he couldn't do anything unilaterally... and was obviously handicapped and still remembered the overwhelming battle.

I had confidence in my strength. I wasn't as strong as I thought I was, but I still had the pride that I had the strength to be at the top of the Bestian Empire.

But... such confidence, such pride, even my strength, once I crossed the blade, I smashed it all over the wood dust.

It was just a blow, but with that blow, I understood that I was the one who couldn't win no matter how I scratched my feet.

And, in fact, how comforting it would be if an opponent of such strength would take his side in his own country.

(Maybe you'll accompany my training as well. Would it be a betrayal of His Highness Kabbazid to think that way? No, you're not. If His Highness Kabazid were alive, I feel like Ning Ro would move on and give me support. Because it turns out to be for us.)

Pelfiel, whining inside, even remembered an emotion close to a kind of yearning for Ray, who was far more powerful than he was.

Younger than yourself? An unfamiliar adventurer? Smaller than yourself? That has nothing to do with it.

If you try to be a perfil that focuses above all on building yourself up, you're stronger than you are. That was one point that mattered.

"Unfortunately, I only see strength as an individual, not as a commander who led my men,"

I guess this is where it differs from Gurgasto and Vihera, who value their strength as individuals.

Because it's not strength as an individual, it's strength as a commander who leads the troops.

But Theorem shakes his neck sideways against Perfir's words.

"I think you know, Ray was originally an adventurer and not a military man. Anyway, I'm not used to leading and fighting my men if I'm going to act with some of my people... At least I've never seen Ray lead and fight his men in the general sense"

In fact, the guerrilla unit was treated as Ray's direct report, but it was Palenix, who was also Theorem's subordinate, who was actually in command of it.

Speaking of operations in which the guerrillas acted with Ray, they would have carried out night raids against the Second Crusaders led by Bratta and Soble, but they did so in the form of Ray having a fire whirlwind with Seto alone and one, and the guerrillas shooting the escaped opponent with bows and arrows.

For the guerrillas, the presence of Ray is more rightly called a symbol than a commander.

… although it is also true that the symbol is extremely powerful and consequently the guerrillas are seen to be more powerful than their strength.

"Just... I want you to think about it"

In the end, Perfir told him that, and only Soble said that he would follow Merclio firmly on this occasion.