Not surprisingly, all soldiers are constantly moving around in Tempram. If the order is vague forward, etc., the soldier must advance even until the next order is given, unless he encounters the enemy and becomes a fighter.

This is because there is no principle to the extent of the scope of interpretation of the order. If you're used to it, that's what you communicate with, but you give instructions like that, but you can't turn your head that far in the amateur tesphere.

The question always attaches whether you can give precise instructions even if you can look over everything on the board. As a commander, I don't know how to run a soldier.

However, there are limits to a few days of burning blades. Still, I manage to get my thoughts around while I'm chig hugging.

Bear in mind the number of instructions that can be given by second reading at the same time as nailing the virtual LCD at hand and considering the next instruction.

Tesfir was not based on a hilltop or a place where he could hide himself. It's hardly far from where Ars and Loki came out rather than. The position that is likely to be a battlefield soon is a small open space built between the trees.

The flag as a base is stabbed at Tesfir's feet. She also wears a bracelet, but this is meant to keep her from the flag that marks the base.

In other words, the king cannot escape from the stronghold either. How we can't locate or keep our enemies close, destroy all enemy soldiers, and fight the king sooner than they can. These four points will serve the king.

Tesfir was in such a hurry that he failed to even be on perimeter alert. Selva has warned me not to care about the number of orders they have.

herself, she knew it wouldn't start if she cared. The opponent is Oomruina, who has won in Tempram many times. Regrettably, Isle spins his head much faster than Tesfir.

So I don't know if I even think about it. Doesn't make sense if you care.

Even if we know that, we are in a hurry to increase the number one after the other. I was wondering if I shouldn't do anything as I was told to do with the operation.

I even said that both Ars and Selva were hanging on Tesfir's shoulders. If something unexpected happens, it means the matter will be taken care of.

That confidence was shaken by how much Tesfir could cope with such burdens.

I'm going to spin new orders now. A trembling hand held up against his will about to press the button on the panel.

I can't even tell if it's a meaningful order. Still, I was rushed to do something. My fingers touched the button.

"Infantry Pawn One, go straight to the left and move on to engagement."

Then. Let infantry Pawn 2 follow to widen his left wing at a certain distance. The infantry has already been forced to retreat by the harsh long-range magic of Miltoria, who are fighting on the right wing. That's the same with the other guy. The first engagement was between infantry concentrated on the left wing side.

There Ars takes Orneus into a riot.

But the battle between Ars and Orneus unfolded in the center, with no infantry appearance in the battle between the two, lasted a few minutes.

Even a simple infantry battle lacks as many as three Tesfia factions in just one engagement. Interrupted in the form of a break-up there, Ars attempted an intrusion to force the other faction to retreat temporarily instead of a messy battle.

Time went on, and Tesphere touched the command button as if it was possessed by something. Tesfir soldiers on the map reduce their numbers even more.

Five minutes had passed since Ars broke in.

"Infantry" Pawn "1 rush straight up to the enemy formation... now to the right... Infantry" Pawn "2 is..."

All the soldiers from the Isle faction were mapped.

The heart that was hitting the early bell also starts to quiet when it just turns out that I wasn't around because I was terrified of enemy soldiers who don't know when they would attack me in the gap between one tree. But the distance from his own infantry is no further than expected.

I can't wait thirty seconds for orders to be added if I notice. Try to touch the button even if the number of instructions is 0.

Breathing swallows a saliva as roughly complains about the legitimacy of his orders.

(It's okay. It's working. It's okay, it's okay. Now......)

The sound of the attack on Miltoria's side becomes more intense than earlier, and I react freaking out that something has happened.

One of them was anxious and scared. Though in the afternoon, the shadows that avoid the leaking sun appear gloomy dark in the Tesphere.

With his hands on one loudly bouncing heart, Tesfir took a loud, deep breath. It seems to be a lie that I intended until before the start.

An unpleasant sweat propagates through my back just by giving an order.

This is a situation where the number of troops in the Tesfir faction is already three short. After one battle between infantry soldiers, they were now in a state of 7-for-9. I don't even have to count the light points displayed on the map. The damage is too great.

Soldiers only settle to engage each other if the judges decide that they are incapable of fighting, that their bracelets have been destroyed, or that they have been robbed. If defeated, the soldier can also convey it by bracelet as a self-declaration. However, soldiers who become incapable of fighting will be treated as if they disappear from the map.

Consideration has been given to keeping the dead out of the game only now, but accidents on everything. Of course, that's why it's called the Aristocrat's ruling (Tempram), the reduced version of the war.

The nobility who cooperated with the Favel family was coming with due readiness to see if it was the humanity of Froze. Still, he hoped it would be incapable of combat due to the destruction of his bracelet.

And Tesfir breathed when she saw the arrows rising to heaven. The inside of his fist, clutched carefully and unconsciously, is damp.

♢ ♢ ♢

Ars continues to squeeze the attack from behind with a single hair. On this battlefield there was a unilateral battle situation that could be said to be the true opposite of Silsila and Miltoria.

Leaps the trunk heavily onto the scaffold. Orneus' fist crushes after that.

After seeing it, I was still convinced that Ars was an incomprehensible ability. No matter how many trees, the way they are destroyed is too unnatural. Fragments dance like they were bounced from the inside.

The power, which did not fall roughly within the scope of the fist, was dissipating the trunk itself.

Orneus' moves seem to follow a different process than magic in melee combat. Maybe I could call it technology.

A few infantrymen scratched by the Favel family are watching this one and slowly retreating.

Seems to have succeeded in breaking up the brawl successfully.

Shortly afterwards, in the air, Ars flips cleverly. This is the fifth time my spine has sounded an alarm. The situation was so unfavourable that I stayed in this place.

Orneus' incredible leg strength outweighs Ars at instantaneous linear distance speeds. He was targeted where he fled into the air.

Orneus, with his hands drawn at the edge of Alus' vision to be inverted, sets his aim with a cool face.

The moment - Ars' knife is vibrated with centrifugal force. From the tip of the knife, the magic knife had stretched and had already become a substitute for what could be called the Great Sword.

Orneus' arm, lightly gripped to pick something, slaps the side of the knife. There is no more difference in suspended combat power than accuracy. But I guess the timing of the daimyo was plotted.

The blade and the knife are not completely touched.

"- Cool!"

The hand holding the knife to the power of the knife is paralyzed and very unable to keep gripping. Suddenly the knife is bounced from my hand in momentum like it's been heavier hundreds of times. The chain pulled and fell to the ground.

My arms are pulled downward and my system is close to upside down. Still, Ars sees the kick face in the air.

A big, powerless kick, as natural, was prevented by my arms.

But try to kick a critical arm and earn distance, if you don't even touch that arm, it's still better.

The means chosen, like such a method of erasure, are painful.

Orneus' legs reach enough even at a distance out of reach. A twisted, one-spin kick in the air vibrates into an upside down Ars.

The leg strength that wrapped its magic around it and showed it to be like a whip with an iron strength made a blunt sound.

A footkick as tough as a blunt instrument over the arm that crossed his arm to the cross pierced the defense to transmit the shock. The impact over his arm makes Ars feel like his consciousness is about to fly, and the bones of his arms scream at the added power.

At the same time as he was shaken off, Ars' body was blown away to be pulled.

It disappears into the trees in prayer that it will not strike straight into the trunk.

Sooner or later, Orneus tries to follow...

――――

I put my hands together in the air and shook them down directly behind me.

It was the knife Ars took away that approached him there. A knife whose chains were covered with wave-beating magic was attacking from behind Orneus.

The collision between the blade and the fist settles in an instant. The clashes between the magic powers, the sound of collisions between the metals sounded, and the knife returned the orbit twice as fast and buried itself on the ground. And soon the chains will be pulled.

Out of the way, Orneus lands on a tree once and follows after the chain.

"Funny, kicking ass!

Around a much weaker speed, Ars grabbed the branches and institutionalized them in the air, fluttering but landing.

It was so strange that I didn't break my arm after that kick.

Because even though it was inherently guarded by magic, magic alone is not a substitute for defense in the first place. If you're going to form a shape like Ars, maybe not yet.

That's why I covered my arms with magic. Some power could have been killed, but the distractions were eliminated.

"Do you play magic"

"Do you know just what I mean"

Abandoning the ambush on purpose. But Orneus answered by exposing himself from a remote place.

"You're rebelling, aren't you?

Orneus loosens his cheek for this answer.

This is the ability to be called a [hunter]. There is more to Orneus' ability than to do what is called a magician killing.

What is called magic uses magic as energy, but at its core, magic is used as the driving force to trace and express composition.

Previously, Ars touched Tesfir and Alice with his fingers in training with magic manipulation, which meant flowing magic from the contact surface. This is what we did to make it easier to perceive our own magic by rebellion with different colors of magic, but the problem is that magic rebels against each other.

Orneus was able to create enough rebellion to easily blow his opponent out of the rebellion to the point of punching his skin.

I wonder if this is also with the qualities he was born with, for which there is no use but rebellion, and we cannot perpetuate the sublimation of magic into magic.

However, since this rebellion plays not only the object but the magic itself, he does not accept any attack by magic.

Exactly ended up with the ability to rebel without even being able to perform good magic manipulation on the legs, but its crux is on both arms, which are extremely extreme.

"I'll leave it to your imagination. But that's right. My power. I call it [Gilty Gift]."

"That's a nasty psychic."

"Let me take it as a compliment. And isn't it time to get tired?

……

Turn a surprise gaze. In the middle of the game, though he should be a loyal member of the Isle.

"In the end, neither Lord Ars nor I can do everything in our power to play like this. Neither will I betray the Lord's life, and we will take each other's bracelets and fight again."

"... you're saying it's missing. You have to take it off. You have to."

"Really, it's a shame I'm gonna kill you for this"

"You're disqualified, that."

"Tempram doesn't know what he's got."

Raptor-like sharp eyes illuminate an abusive light.

My hands are trembling in small pieces. The back of his hand, which was so strangely bent that the joints of his fingers made a crisp noise, was tense.

Obvious withdrawal symptoms. Ars recalls one thing, it's a drug prone to magicians dyeing their hands.

"Chemical boost."

…………

Illegal drugs that force the generation of magic. There is something about being aggressive as a side effect. It is highly dependent and the amount of magic increases over a long period of time, but the sudden increase in calluses promotes the exaltation of the person.

However, as far as Orneus was concerned, the symptoms seen as side effects whether the body was adapting seemed to be suppressed. Of course, some things are physical, but maybe the inside is worn out just because they don't show up in appearance.

"It's hard to get good quality stuff. Besides, it's an opportunity to exchange fists with the stronger ones. I'll have you hang out with me."

Ars waited. When the battle begins in the true sense, the gears ready join together and the moment everything starts to move.

It comes immediately and listens to signals from communication equipment.

I can't even tell you that.

Ars flashed the knife half-circle to the back. A slice enters the tall tree and begins to lean slowly.

"Can you rebel against this too?

Leaves fell as he hit a near-field branch, and the tree collapsed as he raised the sound of countless folds called vacillations. It's not hard if you want to avoid it, but Orneus doesn't make it a challenge or a slight move, he just sticks his arms up.

Trees still cannot touch the ground and are bounced. But this time I couldn't stand the power of rebellion in the trees. Every time some kind of ejection-like dong and continuous sound sounds, several holes are worn, shattered fragments bounce through the universe and fly.

Ars leaves the tragedy behind and drives away.

(I knew it...)

Hear and infer the sound behind your back. The principle of rebellion is rebellion between magicians. I guess I'm encouraging rebellion by touching magic powers other than my own. By that logic, inorganic objects - no rebellion should be activated against objects without magic.

But it's actually a success. I can only predict, but if there is, it is to instantly transfer magic and induce rebellion internally. In other words, it does not require Fae magic, and Orneus' magic itself produces the effect of rebellion.

In case that's possible, Orneus' body surgery is a terrible special. It is exerted just before contact rather than approaching from a rebellious state. The rebellion force that will arise between the two at once will rise to the maximum.

Still, it's more repulsive to bump into each other. Rebellion is relatively small if you only encourage rebellion from within to your own magic. Of course, if they did that internally, there wouldn't be a whole stack of human bodies.

I have to say that without the magic limit, I can still handle it, but now I have a bad minute. And time is running out.

Feeling the signs coming from behind him, Ars headed to the fiercest battlefield.