Sevens

- Inside Fort Neunir.

The room, surrounded by stone walls, was furnished. The light is plugged in through the small window.

In such a room, Shannon was taking off the white outfit he was wearing and slapping him on the bed.

"That bastard! You're making fun of me! I'll definitely hit you!

It was a costume for the Virgin made by Monica, and in the room there were other Clara reading.

"Sure, I did, but Shannon is the only one of us who seems to change balls like that. Besides, this time it helped a lot, didn't it? May watches from the sky and looks into Shannon's eyes... Lyell, it's amazing how you usually do that alone."

This time, Shannon and Clara were not the only ones who commanded the main unit of the Knights as a separate task force. Eva to Aria, and Monica to Mae, and most of them to the fort.

I know I don't have a lot of fighting power, and May confirmed the route I'm going for there. May also caught their attention.

Attached to the porter, the 'Pile Bunker' is a disposable siege weapon made by Monica.

I smashed through the gate, but it broke after a single use. We have two, and there's only one left. Monica says, "It's a defect...... but there's a romance there".

Now Monica was servicing the porter and preparing meals, and the Saint Knights were also working on preparing for the next.

Aria and Eva don't keep watch, May is on his way to Rolphis. If it had been planned, they would have recovered the Lyells.

In that, Shannon was rampaging around. Clara is Shannon's escort and watch.

"If you go outside, you'll find out as soon as it's fake, so stay locked up in the room, okay? That bastard, I'll beat you up for sure!

Clara, even as she shuddered.

"Well, it's terrible. But thanks to you, I think I can manage. Nearly forty soldiers in the fort have offered to cooperate. It was the knights that surprised you, wasn't it? I was able to escape on purpose, but only one of us ended up escaping."

Shannon is also formerly the daughter of a legal aristocrat. I am familiar with the circumstances around it.

"You're a knight who can't be born because you've been flown to the edge, right? He wants to come out here with us. Later, betrayal or something?

It absorbed the soldiers and was now one hundred and fifty men in size.

But this isn't enough.

Clara corrected the position by pushing her glasses up with her fingertips.

"This is where it comes from, isn't it? Well, I hope Mr. Ryer and the others come back safe and sound."

Shannon is.

"I have a sister, so it's okay. I mean, it's not time to come back. Look, I'm back already. Kirin is convenient, isn't it? I can fly."

When Shannon looked out, Clara also looked out the window of the room. The little dots grew bigger and bigger, and it took a little time to realize that the figure was Kirin -.

- It was Aura and Selma who arrived at Fort Neunir.

Aura felt the joy of her feet on the ground as she stepped off Kirin's back, Mae.

I wear my robe from the top of my dress and it looks cold.

"... I will never fly in the sky again"

When Aura said that with a blue look, Thelma was holding her forehead with her hand to see if it was the same. You look pale and you two seem to have had a rough time.

May returns to being a person, against both of them.

"... you're late because you two make a scene. Too much noise."

May was also tired of the boulder, and sat down on the crate he had placed inside the fort. When Aria in armor rushes, she speaks to the three of them.

"What about the Lyells?

May shook her head to the side.

"Not yet. Send the two first to persuade the soldiers," he said. And Mr. Gastone and Nowem will be here next. Without Nowem, I feel uneasy about everything. "

Aria listens to that.

"I thought Lyell would be here any minute."

Seeing Aria, who seemed a little anxious, May remembered the message.

Lyell told me.

"With that said, Lyell has been telling Aria to give instructions for a while. It's a good experience."

Aria listened to it and seemed a little happy at first but her expression tightened quickly.

"... I know. You mean do it."

May listen to that.

"If you think so, why not? Oh, have a nice meal. And I'm gonna rest for a while. Because I have to go over there again."

Seeing May lay down on the crate, Aria called out to Aura and Thelma as she shrugged.

"Good luck. I'll show you to your room in a minute."

Aura, who heard it, looked over at the fort.

"... you really dropped it"

Still squeals incredibly. Same goes for Thelma, but this one was looking a little better.

"We'll have to believe it when we get here. Aura, now do what you can. I'm going to take a short break and give the soldiers a speech."

Aria explains to Thelma the situation of the fort.

"Um, now the soldiers are cooperative. You didn't have to convince me to follow this side."

Thelma nods then.

"Still necessary. And put an escort on Aura. Some people will think of something else."

Aria nodded, leaving May to lead the two into the fort -.

I was standing on the wall with Nowem and Miranda in an inn staying in Rolphis.

Rooms aren't big or small.

He was traveling and staying like every day, sometimes renting two inns and spending in vain.

In front of us, Mr Gastone and Mr Lomboldt are talking.

I don't get it, it's Zayn and Rolphis' future story.

"You want me to give it back? But with this one..."

"I understand that. It's just that if we don't restore our national power, the future will..."

The two of us are discussing our future response because we're going to need it after we recapture Zain.

I grabbed the treasure ball as I watched the two of them secretly.

This is the sixth generation to speak up.

'What, are you restless? There's nothing Lyell can do. You don't know what's going on here, you're going to get annoyed by those two. "

The third generation also calls out.

"Years of circumstances, circumstances you can't understand without living there, and we're going to have to take it to a form we both agree on."

The third generation seems to be going to leave the country to the two of us.

That's how they even discussed what happened after Zayn was recaptured.

Mr. Lomboldt was wiping his forehead and head with a handkerchief. We both saw and understood that there was considerable heat.

Mr. Gastone was also shaking hands by wiping his head with a handkerchief.

Mr. Lomboldt smiled.

"Then, after Zain's recapture, in such a stream"

Mr. Gastone is.

"Let's take each other to good results"

The two of them smile and wish each other well, but Mr. Lomboldt's expression when he left the room was serious.

(Does it move to minimize damage even if the zain cannot be retrieved?)

The decision in the discussion concerned cooperation after Zayn's recapture. I'm deeply involved, too, but I'm leaving it to Mr. Gastone this time.

Looking out, it was starting to get dark.

Mr. Gastone has been looking back at us and explaining the situation.

"... He says Rolphis can't even cooperate in the recapture. And after the recapture, I've told you to lend me your soldiers. Drink this and manage to preserve Zain's national power"

I snorted.

"Okay. I'll move directly after the recapture. You'll do exactly what Rolphis thinks."

"Thank you. And... I'm sorry. There is no way to reward Lord Lyell in Zayn's present day. This is all I need, and I can't reward you for it."

I smile.

"No, because I have great benefits too. Thank you for the example."

As for the example, Mr. Gastone nodded.

"Of course it is. Because it is also of great benefit to us. But is it possible?

I said to Mr. Gastone, "You can do it." Then I hear the windows knocking on the cone.

May.

I sent Miranda a gaze. Miranda opened the window and let May in the room.

May has a slightly tired look.

"Ha, I'm really busy. Lyell, the fort is doing better. When the two persuade the soldiers, they seem to be manning the surrounding villages and gathering applicants. A few knights have joined us, but the priests of the border will join us. And there was no movement around. The enemy's not attacking us."

When I looked at Mr. Gastone with a little surprise, he was nodding. Apparently, he has a reason to be on our side here.

If you ask.

"Many of those sent to the border belong to factions on this side. But there must be some people who are not thinking about it. The enemy doesn't move... I'm sorry, I know a lot about military ties, but I don't know why"

I put my hand on my chin and figured it out.

(There's a soldier around the fort, too, right? Is something wrong? Or do you have a lot of allies... do you want me to go directly and identify the enemy allies?

When I was moved by the urge to move, I heard a fifth generation from the treasure ball.

'... Lyell, leave this place to the people who sent it. I've prepared this far. If this is going to fail, it means that they are that far away. And trust him for a little while. You're surrounded by amazing people. "

I almost laughed when I heard the views of the fifth generation and thought 'it doesn't seem like it'. Be patient, I sent my gaze to Mr. Gastone and Nowem.

"As planned, I'll get Mr. Gastone and Nowem back first. Miranda will stay with me."

Nowem was only a little hesitant.

"Dear Lyell, isn't it dangerous? Lord Lyell should go back first."

I smiled at Nowem.

"I'm fine. We'll make it over there. Plus, we still have Miranda here."

Then Miranda looks a little happy with her shoulders up and down.

"You can't say no when they say that. It's okay, I'll protect Lyle."

I snorted.

(Don't really count on me. I don't have to protect you.)

Miranda has the best strengths in the party. It has a different strength than Aria's and is calm from time to time, so I can count on it.

I'm with Nowem.

"Go. If the enemy moves, I have your power."

Then Nowem nodded. Mae turned into a Kirin figure in the room, and when she went outside, she put the two of them on her back outside the window and disappeared into the darkened Rolphis sky.

- Night.

I haven't had a sixth generation of handwriting in the treasure ball in a long time.

He has a Halvard and is hands-on mentored across the street.

He showed a heavy blow of the sixth generation, tall and musculoskeletal, paying off the sixth generation foot in the stick part when it was recirculated at Halvard.

He had a different physique than the sixth generation, and I knew he couldn't win even if he was swinging around the same way.

When the sixth generation jumps back, I step in to chase them.

Then, the sixth generation was grinning niggardly.

He was spreading his left hand and poking it at me.

'Look, avoid it and show it! Fire Cannon!'

When the big fireball flew at me, I paid my left hand to the side.

"Icewall!

I bump into the fireball, and the ice wall that emerges blows up and melts. I moved sideways and was slashed by the sixth generation.

The sixth generation looks like fun.

'That's good! Calm down at all times! If you panic, your chances of winning will fall!

Wielding Halvard cleverly, the sixth generation has taken my blow away and put a kick in it. The next thing you know, you're gonna kick the ground and soil me in the face.

"The same hand over and over again!

Second generation skills - the field, the surrounding reactions were understandable even when the eyes were closed. As the sixth generation unleashed its thrust, I stepped straight in and thrust Halvard.

The sixth generation's face was dozens of centimeters away, and I spit blood out of my mouth.

There was a halberd stuck in his abdomen.

In contrast, the sixth generation is only slightly blushing the sides.

The sixth generation, smiling niggardly, pulled through Halvard. I fell flat on the ground, and I rolled over and leaned back.

When breathing disturbances subside and abdominal pain disappears, he tries to get up.

Then the sixth generation has reached out.

When I took my hand and stood up, the sixth generation of Halvard had disappeared. And you're going to applaud me.

"Well done. Pass. '

"Is that a pass?

When I look unhappy, the sixth generation laughs bitterly and puts its head on.

"Fool. How much do you think I've been swinging my gains? If you're serious about winning, it takes a few years. But if that's all you can do, you'll feel safe. '

That's what makes me smile. Sixth generation, look at my face.

"Well... Lyell, I'll show you one interesting thing"

"Is it an interesting thing?

'Well, I'm scared. Do you have any idea why I'm so bad at fifth generation?

That's what they told me, and I snapped my neck. If you ask me, the sixth generation in memory had a violent way of mouthing the fifth generation.

It wasn't a relationship like it is now.

"It's strange to hear you say it"

"That's why. I'm the best one in history...... I don't know... yeah, it was just a failure '

The sixth generation, laughing, showed me his memory.

It's in the mansion. When the surrounding view changed from garden to indoor, one woman sat there and wept.

Clothes are worn out.

It's my sister.

When the sixth generation said that, I saw a woman again.

Clothes are like village daughters are coming, hands are worn out. And my hair was in terrible condition. On the hands and feet visible from the clothes, I also saw a mole.

The sight, which had stopped in gray, gradually regained its colour and began to move.

The sixth generation explained it to me.

"I'm a belly-up sister. Originally a hostile lord - he was sent to the home of a maiden son. You were the most pitiful. '

A different woman than her sixth generation mother was crying in front of a woman after a sixth generation word that made her sad.

As time moved out, the woman's mother hugged and hugged her daughter.

Women are.

"I'm not a slave! I don't like that house anymore! I never want to go home!

Without desperation, Feynes saw the woman as a dick.

The sixth generation explains.

'I was the lord of a place I really wanted to hold onto. But with every incident, hostility, and other lords... the barons and the Viscounts. It was a house that transformed my foster parents into corny. That's where my daughter-in-law sent me. Blood muscles are good, so when a child was born, they used him like a slave.'

The sixth generation was making a fist grip.

(But if you do that...)

With that in mind, Fredricks - the fifth generation of the grand age - came into the room.