Legend

Two days after the civil unrest ended. Even today, the Merclio Army and the Crusaders had each cleaned up their bodies.

Most of the bodies left in the Brissa Plains have already been collected.

… although there were no corpses eaten and damaged by beasts and monsters at night.

If we take the time here, we turn the body into an undead without being able to handle it properly, or if we leave the body alone without it and go over the winter, there is also the risk of a plague spreading next spring.

With that in mind, we all understand that it is going to be necessary to make it into a Merclio Army, a Crusader Army, and to clean up the bodies properly, sometimes in a sinister mood, but collecting and processing the bodies without causing a great deal of noise.

Collecting corpses also brings the Merclio and Crusaders to the same place...

"Nice, get away from me"

Ray tells me so when he sees more than fifty bodies lined up.

Each of the soldiers who heard the words quickly leaves the side of the body.

In the next moment, the magic that is elevated to the extreme and compressed to the point where it can be visualized surrounds Ray's body as it turns into a deep red color.

"Phew... you're getting used to activating it."

I gaze and squeal at the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor covering my body.

This skill was used relatively freely in the fight, but it was a little tricky when activated again.

Instinctively, I can understand how to activate it, but activate it with a good understanding of it.

It was also somewhat complicated for Ray, who was more accustomed to learning and mastered the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor.

Most importantly, if I used it so many times a day about it, I would get used to it naturally.

Unlike the King's armor, which consumes magic to an extreme extent around here, it is also probably a benefit of his skill: the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, which is consuming some less magic.

Because it would have been difficult to use the King's armor for hours a day.

"Please"

"Nice to meet you too"

Commander of the unit that has carried the corpse in front of him… the commanders of the Merclio Army and the Crusaders respectively bow their heads towards Ray.

They burn the bodies of their own men and companions, so I guess I have to take a hard look at Ray.

(Well, if you can, use "Condolence Flame," that would be the best thing... because that one consumes more magic than the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor. Besides, the magic consumption increases greatly in that range, and unlike the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, which can be activated all the time, once activated, that's it.)

It was Ray's idea that he should practice using the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, which is also a skill he has just acquired, rather than using the 'Flame of Condolence' to keep him undead, because he can't use the magic of Holy Attributes.

He turns his gaze toward the place where the bodies are lined up, and the magic of the deep red is detached from the red armor of the Flaming Emperor and thrown at him.

Deep flames. Turning into flames as Ray imagined them. It transforms into explosive flames the moment it touches the body, wrapping it around the bodies that were arranged on the ground.

The temperature of that flame is very high, and the corpse is burned and turned into bone while it is being seen.

It is left to those who carried the body to determine what to do with the weapons, protective equipment, and ornaments that the body was wearing.

He who is greedy will make them his own.

If you are related to the body, you may give it to the surviving family.

Those who mourn the dead carry the body intact.

Deep flames instantly burned the bodies arranged that way.

I can't just imitate a corpse who came out in a battle of tens of thousands of people, offering prayers at a time.

"Next, bring it to me"

Having confirmed that the place where the bodies were lined had vanished without even leaving bones, Ray tells the soldiers to bring the next body.

"Ha, yes!

The soldier ran off the spot with a frightened voice in Ray's words.

You don't have to be that scared of anything...... you don't think so. It was Ray, but if you were a regular soldier, you wouldn't want to get close in a situation where Ray was wearing the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor.

Well, I guess it's big that the soldier's affiliation was a crusader.

Those who participated in the battle on the Plains of Brissa, and even more so as its soldier who participated as a wall actor in the place where the battle between Ray and Noise was taking place, could only recognize Ray, who activated the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor, as a nightmare that could not be helped.

Most importantly, he won the bend against Noise, who is also a hero of the Bestian Empire, so it's natural.

Ray, as an individual, that battle was in the form of a conceded win, and the realization that if you fought as you did, you would have lost in the end.

That's why Ray doesn't recognize that he beat Noise, and next time he tries to win, he breathes and trains so that he can use the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor to reduce the difference from Noise at all.

"Lord Ray, I'm here!

When the soldiers screamed earlier, Ray's eyes could also confirm the arrival of the soldiers with the bodies in their luggage.

The soldiers take the bodies down to the ground in front of Ray as they are.

It was Ray watching the bodies line up properly and regularly, but he stops his eyes and screams unexpectedly at one of them.

"Soldiers there, don't treat corpses crude!

What Ray shouted at was the sight of a person believed to be a mercenary throwing a body to the ground.

Mercenaries are a familiar way of seeing people die.

If it's a regular battlefield, we don't do anything as politely arranged as we are doing right now, just throw it in place and burn it.

It caught Ray's eye that the consciousness remained or that he was handling the body in a mess.

I complained about it for a moment. He was a mercenary who did so, but immediately remembers who he was and continues the task of lowering the body with an unpleasant look on his face.

"Lord Ray, please calm down. Yes, there are a lot of mercenaries. Some mercenaries properly mourn the dead, and even if they are mercenaries, they will handle the bodies in their bodies properly."

An earlier soldier rushes to tell Ray that he won't be outraged here.

If you try to be this soldier, this response was natural because the existence of Ray is exactly what can only be described as an incarnation of atrocity.

I'm still wrapped in the red armor of the Flaming Emperor, so I'm not the one you want to piss off, not very much.

Mercenaries, too, seemed somewhat dissatisfied because they knew it, but I guess they obeyed Ray's words in a big way.

(What the hell do you think I am?

I didn't think so, Ray, but it's also true that if you think about what you did during the battle, you can't deny it in a detour.

"Ha.... anyway, show more respect to the dead. Don't treat me crude."

To the words out of Ray's mouth, faces like soldiers, mercenaries, and adventurers line up to the ground with polite treatment of corpses.

The soldiers leave as they finish unloading the body from the luggage car in a few minutes.

"Lord Ray, please. This will be the last part of what we're collecting right now at this location, so when we're done burning this body, we'll move to the next location."

"Okay."

Nodding at the words of the soldier, he stretches out the shoulder part of the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor like a tentacle, from which he emits a deep flame.

Deep flames flying through the air instantly create flames and swallow the body as it lands into the center of the body.

Confirming that all of the bodies were burned to the bones in a matter of seconds, he turns his gaze towards the soldier after stopping using the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor.

"So, what's the next place?

"... Ah, yes. There's a place where we're collecting bodies from where we went west from here, so please, there."

Whether you say Brissa Plains in one bite, its size is just enough room for tens of thousands of soldiers to fight.

In its breadth, collecting corpses and collecting them in one place is too inefficient.

Such opinions emerged from the upper echelons of the Merclio Army and the Crusaders, which ended up dividing the battlefield into several places and collecting corpses in each.

One of them is here, and the nearby bodies have been cleared out, so we move to the next location.

While Ray was handling the bodies elsewhere, it was supposed to be collecting them again in this area.

Of course, Ray isn't the only one handling the body.

Because there are other wizards out there, and it's possible to burn them without them.

However, the cremation using Ray's deep flame is not at the same temperature as other wizard flames or normally lit fires.

That's what makes it completely burn to the bone without taking a few minutes to hang.

As a result, many areas were allocated to the lay, and it was windy that once one place was thus paragraph one, the next.

"Okay, well, I'll take care of this place."

"Yes. Thank you."

"... why say thank you?

I know that the soldier in front of me had a fear of himself.

Ray also wondered if he had uttered a word of gratitude because the object of that fear would be gone, but the next soldier with an open mouth spins his words with a small grin.

"Well, I got proper condolences from my own comrades. He would never have wanted a monster or a beast to eat him, let alone become an undead or a source of plague."

It's not like I'm not afraid of Ray.

No, Ning Luo, if there was someone who had all that experience and could still hang out fine, that wouldn't be the kind of person that would end up with about a soldier.

Even so, for the soldier, Ray is the one who mourned his comrades.

It's too pitiful to be able to say thank you here.

In fact, even when I was talking to Ray like this right now, my legs were about to tremble if I got a little distracted.

"... don't worry, what am I supposed to say? Still, if you die, you have no enemies or allies. I didn't fight because I had a grudge."

If it was someone with resentment or hatred for Ray, Ray wouldn't have treated him so politely and cremated him either.

If you are someone like Holy Light, for example.

However, this battle was due to various causes, but there was hardly an opponent that I wanted to hate.

Especially the soldiers who cremated earlier, who have no idea.

More than that, Ray doesn't treat you abusively either.

"Still, let me thank you. … thank you"

"If that makes you feel better, you can do whatever you want. Well, I'll be going now."

Tell him so, leaving the soldier on the spot. Ray approaches Seto, who was on guard around him a little further away.

Seto, we're moving.

"Gru."

To Ray's voice, Seto, who answered briefly, stood up and turned his back.

Crossing over to his back while gently stroking Seto, he flies away after a few steps of help.

The soldier who dropped off one of those and one of them began to be prepared to accept bringing the next body in a small, relieved breath.

"Seto, I'm sorry I had to hang out with you after the civil unrest around the corner."

"Grrrrrrrr"

Flying through the sky, I shake my neck lightly to the side if Seto doesn't care.

I'm just glad I could stay with Ray.

If you can move around freely, it was a little too much to say that Seto is the only one there, and without Ray's appearance, it makes little sense... but it still doesn't make a difference.

I guess Ray also understands how Seto feels like that. With a small grin, Ray gently strokes Seto's neck in front of him.

Seto throats happily against such a ray.

It was Ray and Seto interacting as if they would twist in the air, but given Seto's speed in a limited place called the Brissa Plains, even if it is wide, they arrive immediately to their destination.

"Oh, I've been waiting for you!

It was the soldiers who were in the place where the bodies were beautifully arranged who spoke to Ray as he descended from Seto's back.

However, unlike the soldiers earlier, Ray's eyes also saw that he had no fear of Ray or Seto.

Naturally. This soldier, unlike the other soldiers, belonged to the Merclio army.

For this soldier, Ray and Seto are trump cards of their own, and even if they can be trustworthy, there is nothing to fear.

... but when I first met Ray and Seto, it was different.

"Well, we'll do it quick"

"Yes, please"

Watching the soldiers fall back, Ray activates the Red Armor of the Flaming Emperor.

Ambient temperatures rising rapidly.

The soldier retreats a few steps later to the enthusiasm felt from Ray with a surprising look on his face.

Looking at it, Fujiray realizes how Seto doesn't care about the heat at all.

Originally Griffon was resistant to changes in temperature...... but with that said, I recall he hadn't yet tried what the Flaming Emperor's red armor would do against Seto.

"Seto, are you okay?

Ray calls out to Seto, wearing the red magic of the fiery emperor's red armor.

Seto doesn't look particularly hot when it comes to it, and he twists his neck strangely.

……

One step, two steps closer carefully...... Still Seto is flat on the spot and eventually touches Seto when Ray's outstretched hand is afraid...... Still, what's wrong? And he turned his circular eyes toward Ray and rattled his throat.