Sevens

Night.

We went camping, we were off guarding our surroundings. I was traveling faster, so I was able to make more distance from the chaser than I thought.

I just want to make sure that I speak to Mr. Gastone, a former high priest.

It's a conversation a little away from the bonfire and having a warm drink with each other.

Much to ask, but knowing the nature of the chaser was a top priority. And maybe what Mr. Gastone and the others are up to.

Mr. Gastone explained the situation to me with a tired look on his face.

"Are you the elite of the Holy Knights?

Nodding, Mr. Gastone groans abominably.

"Elite is just a group of assassins. I've always been a unit that specializes in dark things behind me. Selma, a former Virgin, is a moderate, and there is a great deal of dissatisfaction among the Knights..."

From within the treasure balls, I hear voices blaming Mr. Gastone. It was the fifth generation.

'I wish I had recommended and praised demons and thieves crusades in moderation as well as conflict. Conflict and a spark in the country, or is it a big fire already? It's impossible to leave a big problem behind. "

Even though I left a spark about my child, I didn't say anything. I asked softening up the fifth generation.

"Weren't you able to recommend demonic crusades, bandit crusades, and them to make the Knights work?

Then Mr. Gastone grinned terribly tired.

"You think Master Selma won't notice? It's a family of high priests with me. Naturally, I didn't want to feed the Knights without doing anything."

Grand Cleric lineage. Speaking in aristocracy, I guess it's the standing of the counts, the Viscounts, the aristocracy. Some parts are different from the aristocracy, but apparently the clergy has been determined by the subversion.

Zayn would have said that. I don't hear much else.

"... do not invade other countries. Grand clerics and knights who would not allow themselves to focus on internal affairs consigned, and we had no choice but to rely on adventurers. It took twenty years to pay the funds in vain and manage to take shape. I couldn't even replace her, and I had a hard time with Thelma."

A fifth generation apologized to Mr. Gastone from within the treasure ball.

"... Honestly, I'm sorry"

I know you don't hear me, but I can't wait to hear it either.

"Was it Master Selma? Shouldn't I have let my predecessors retire?

Mr. Gastone then had a troubled look holding his forehead by his hand. Bosoli and spill the real thing.

"... it was harsh to be a Virgin at her age. Beautiful, but still no match for a young woman, the inhabitants were looking for a new Virgin."

The sixth generation, as frightened.

'You've often been governed before. I mean, isn't anyone with the decorative Virgin? It's easy to take over when you're bad...'

Then the third generation.

'Oh, you know what? This is how a woman from some force became a Virgin and used Zain to slap her in hostile countries. I thought you were an idiot for fighting all around you. No, I still think you're stupid.'

I asked Mr. Gastone a question, thinking he was wrong.

"The modern Virgin, the..."

"She is formerly the daughter of a nobleman from a neighboring country called [Selva]. I thought we should avoid those kinds of birthdaughters."

Selva - a small country, moving around behind a lot of things. intrusive land of a complex small country, which now remains silent.

Like some two countries, he didn't even look like he was fighting hard.

(Is it possible to put together a land like this? No, in the first place, how can you put it together?

Anxious, the seventh generation seems happy.

'That's good. The previous Virgin has a moderate high priest... with all the top and assistants on hand.'

The fourth generation.

"You're halfway to rebellion. No, this is a rebellion. The former Virgin who was deprived of the Virgin's throne, and the high priest who was expelled!

The third generation continues.

"The former Virgin, worried about her country, will stand up if she shouldn't stay like this! I wish I was a little younger!

Fifth generation.

"Ma, why don't we put the two of you forward and build a force, and Lyell takes on the core of it? Once you've got Zain, you can change the way you govern on the grounds of rebellion. '

The sixth generation.

'Right. Is that the Holy Knights? Let's keep the sent elite crushed here. Given the size of the country, the number should not be that high. It's bound to hurt a lot.'

... as far as I've heard the story, I'm officially ceding the status of Virgin. He said it was somewhat forceful, but Mr. Gastone had to admit it, too. Yet the historical masters were trying to take it to the form of rebellion.

When I roll the treasure ball at my fingertips, the third generation persuades me.

Don't you like it, Lyell? Then here's what you're gonna think! If you take this opportunity to revisit a design that has a way of governing full of faults! Anyway, the neighboring countries used Zayn to storm around. Rather, this is goodwill! Let's swallow tears now to rightly guide this contentious land!

And the fifth generation.

'Or if you leave it like this, Ceres will destroy it any day. While that thing's in the country, we're gonna pull this whole place together, even if it's somewhat forceful. That's not enough, but do you think about the surrounding conditions later? Besides, to leave it like this, you're the one to forgive.'

The fifth generation was always motivated. In that, the sixth generation called out to me.

'Lyell, I know how you feel, but it's true that we need to crack this situation down somewhere. And think you're just involved. Besides, if we leave it like this, Ceres is bound to move in the near future. You have to look further and judge. "

It was a kind voice.

I asked Mr. Gastone about my plans for the future after a while.

"What are you going to do when you arrive at Baim?

"There's no reason to make much noise. I just want to make sure that those involved are safe. Dear Selma, there is also a former Virgin candidate, Aura. At least I wish I was the only one who ended up being targeted."

He was kind for some reason, even though he looked like an evil person. Maybe he struggled quite a bit. Yet the historical contemporaries.

"What? Former Virgin Candidate? From what I'm saying, it's the Virgin's horse against the horse now, isn't it?... Oops, more bills!

'Enough to be a candidate. Some of them instruct Zain domestic...... Looking forward to it!

"So, you want to sell it to Rolphis?" It was just the princess now, wasn't it? The king and queen died in an accident. "

"It's just a stinking story. So if you do, you have a country that is silent. There is one country where the name comes up but I can't see the movement...... '

'No, no, this time it's really meaningful. The power of the forces that will be fighting has been shredded, and we have gained a great name. Shall we prepare ourselves for victory later?'

It seemed like fun. It seemed like a lot of fun.

(These guys are scared)

When I took a deep breath, I made a suggestion to Mr. Gastone.

"Mr. Gastone."

"Something?

"It's about the chaser. I'm pretty sure they're coming after me. We expect to be raided somewhere."

"... I know. Even if it rots, it's the Knights' elite. You can run if you think you can't. However, if you let Selma and Aura get away with it then. Take the others, if possible. If they can take my neck, they'll be convinced to some extent."

I smile while Mr. Gastone doesn't finish.

"You don't mind returning them all, do you?

"... what? Huh!?"

I was surprised to see Mr. Gastone's face, and I told him the plan.

It was the valley that would be the shortest distance back to Baim.

Its surroundings surrounded by rock are hard to move on with all the stones. But when we decided to go the shortest distance, we really needed to get through there.

Additionally, this is a good place to raid. Lots of gravel, bad carriage progression. Among other things, Porter is working fine.

(Porter, I knew you wouldn't count on me)

The crisp glass balls eyes still shined today. It's one of ours you can count on.

"Well, it's about time"

Looking around, I was checking with my skills. The surrounding terrain was checked in the fifth generation [Dimension] and the sixth generation [Spec] was grasping the state of the enemy. I couldn't seem to chase him, and he seemed to rush ahead.

It is worth purposefully taking the path towards the valley and attracting.

Clara's approaching me.

"Mr. Lyell, we're ready."

Aria is also on the lookout for her surroundings, and Eva, an elf, seems to notice that there are enemies from the surrounding atmosphere.

Looks like they're targeting a carriage more than we are. Feeling the tingling signs around me, I give instructions to Mae on the placement.

(May, you're hearing me. You see that map I'm looking at?

There are a number of red light dots glowing on the map I'm thinking of. A little further away, some groups are monitoring this one, and if it fails, I guess we're going back to reporting it.

But you can't let them get away with it.

(I hear you. I mean, my head's gonna gum. I have a lot of information. So, what am I supposed to do, attack them?

I've decided to ask you to take on a bunch of people who are far away. Due to the distance of the boulders, they get away with it.

(Ask for the people who are away. This way, beat the guys attacking me)

(... Fine. I'll be right back, but I guess I'll make it)

May, who is in touch by skill [connections], was asked to slap a bunch of people watching this one away.

For May, the Kirin, the elite of the few Knights is an easy opponent. Problem is, we'll fight the main body of the group.

I spoke to Clara walking next door.

"May contacted me. I asked for someone from the guys on surveillance. I plan to rendezvous with you later."

Clara had her gaze pointed at the porter. He was sweating and seemed harder than anxious.

Aria was nervous when enemies placed around her. I perceive the atmosphere and my body seems to be powered.

Eva had noticed the other guy, too, pretending not to notice. Where are the enemies aimed and positioned? I knew it would be in my hands. He held the treasure ball in his left hand and used magic when he raised his right hand.

"Icewall!

A carriage traveling side by side, and an ice wall floating around the porter appearing in space, the flames strike as if they were aiming there. Arrows were also released, but they were prevented by ice walls. The horses pulling the carriage were excited, but his companion grabbed the reins and calmed them down.

Preventing one imminent attack after another, a group of people in robes jumped out of the cliff. The number is seven. There were two of them holding back on the cliff.

When men in robes with weapons come running over, I turn treasure balls into bows and use my skills.

[Select] to aim and emit arrows of light toward heaven. One arrow of light emitted towards heaven soon became invisible.

Returning the bow to the treasure ball, he pulled out two servels across his neck.

My opponent was suspicious of my actions, but four people were running for the carriage. The rest came at us. Coming forward to protect weak Clara in the melee, Aria and Eva were facing men in robes.

"While they're holding us back, they're after the target... and they're loyal."

I look at them and open my mouth, but they never answered this conversation. I just crooked my mouth.

"You should be careful up there"

He showed a little concern for my words, but the man in the robe in front of him poked his spear at me. In the gravel and slippery underneath, he's been targeting my steeple precisely.

(sharp...... but sweeter than the sixth generation!

He played the spear with a servel with his left hand, and as he rotated his body like a pawn, he slashed off the arrow released from the top of the cliff with a servel with his right hand. Stab and kick a man in a robe with a sabel.

The sabel lets go and takes a little blood to return. Preparing the magic on my empty left hand, I looked back and there was an enemy who was about to be slashed by Eva.

"Stonebarrette!"

Towards the enemy I turned to my left hand, many shots were fired at the stone that jumped off the ground. When it hit the target, the enemy was being shot through the robe.

He avoids turning his gaze on me, but his eyes were on hatred.

"Don't let me distract you all... I did say that"

The robe men who were attacked besides us were breaking down the carriage door and getting inside. What I'm looking for will surely be an earlier Virgin and Virgin candidate, as well as a former Grand Cleric.

And when he departed from the carriage, the sky glowed. As the enemy turned his gaze towards you, a small arrow of light poured down one after the other.

We stayed on the spot and our opponent was trying to escape the arrow of light. In a place where there is no place to hide, the enemy is shot through by a small arrow pouring out of the sky. One shot at a time is less powerful, but when it pierces any number of bodies, the opponent falls into resistance emptiness.

Looking around, Aria is returning blood and grabbing the spear and falling off her knees. I ran over, and I saw the other guy.

(Did you use your skills to defeat them)

Aria was upset and breathing was strange. Unlike defeating demons, I guess there was something spiritually coming. I put my hand on Aria's shoulder.

"You did your best. Get some rest."

Then Aria nodded and leaned straight down and threw up. I rubbed my back, and I looked around. Eva was sitting around. There seems to be no injury.

Confirm with skill, but no enemies survived.

And then Mae jumps out of the cliff and lands on the ground.

"I knew you were already done. I'm right."

Seeing May stretching his chest, I was looking at Porter, rubbing Aria's back when I replied lightly, "Right. When the back door opens, Zorozolo and the former Virgins descend from it.

I was forced to push it into a narrow carrier.

Seeing the battle trail, Mr. Selma is surprised.

"No way, did you really knock him down? There must have been nearly ten of them."

He was pointing his gaze at us that he couldn't believe it, and Mr. Gastone, who came down later, was also looking at us alternately with the elites of his own country who were falling.

From within the treasure ball, there is a third generation.

'Well, now I can strongly impress Lyell. Fifteen enemy elites at last? I could take it down... Lyell, it's from here.'

To a serious third generation voice, I grabbed the treasure ball. But next door, Aria remains vomited. He rubbed his back and kept calling.