Sevens

- In the form of bypassing the Redant Fortress, the Central's elite units, led by Bred, who chose a rugged mountain path, were proceeding in the form of local directions and putting the mercenaries hired ahead.

A row of narrow paths continued everywhere, and it was in a very dangerous state when marching in large numbers along paths that were not usually used very often.

Find a place to rest, and beneath Bread, who was tented to rest, so much so that the head of the mercenary regiment and local humans pushed him back and asked him to join the main unit.

"I can't do this any more. If it's hundreds of sizes, it's still over 10,000 large armies. I went ahead and looked into it, but there are many dangerous places. I don't think this many people can travel."

Mercenaries - Bred seemed abominable in front of an organization like the one where adventurers came together.

(Scraps. Don't you think it would be appreciated if I was just using it)

Once upon a time, Bred was confrontational with Lyell because he was used to him and eventually gave him a hand. For this reason, I also hate the adventurers. Before I met Lyell, I looked down on the adventurer.

But now he was as much of an opponent as I think he hates. Still, I used mercenaries and adventurers because I thought they were vessels that could do the same or more than Lyell.

The local guide was a man hunting in the mountains. I hunt for a few people and have only a few experiences when traveling.

"Dear Knight, I can't travel in this number of people. I'm already out to the injured, and there are many places with narrow roads, and I don't think I can guide you by the very due date."

Bread, sitting in a chair in the tent, asks for their opinion.

"I know you're impotent. Only if we do that can we make a name for ourselves in history? Breaking through and turning behind the fortress can greatly reduce van seim damage."

Though he has expressed the most seemingly opinions in his mouth, in his heart, his memory of once exorcising Griffon with Lyell was coming back to life. I thought I could work more. But Lyell left it as a reserve.

Formerly a member of the Count's family on the horizon. Kicked out incompetent. Yet it was Lyell who was active on the battlefield, and Bred emerged in a way that would give way to that handle.

- I didn't want to admit that fact. More than Ceres ordered, Bred had feelings that could be described as resentful toward Lyell.

The head of the mercenary regiment, against such a bread.

"I can't do this any more! You can turn back now, and you can make it if you rendezvous with the main unit! If you do poorly, the fortress offense will be over before you can get through the mountains!

To the words, Bred moved his eyebrows. Nod a few times, trying not to be enlightened by the other person.

"Okay. Now let's divide the army into several parts. Go ahead in the form of five thousand ahead. Then you'll arrive earlier than planned."

The guide hunter still seemed dissatisfied. The same goes for the head of the mercenary regiment, but the decision was in the bread.

Seeing those two attitudes, Bread is in his heart.

(Both incompetent. How can you not understand the importance of my operation? If we succeed in this operation, we will prevail in a position to command as many as 300,000 troops. That would please Lady Celes, and I would be a man who could transcend Lyell)

To Lyell, who had left the army of demons with odd measures and more than his own, Bred had burned more sense of confrontation than he needed to and was not seeing around him -.

- Meanwhile.

On the Redant Fortress side, more than 200,000 troops were on a narrow path. It's a battle where the opponent is in a favorable position, in addition to the terrain that makes no use of the original number of reasons.

From the fortress, cannons were spraying fire, and magic and arrows were pouring down on the armies of Bansaim like rain.

However, Blower, who commands on the front line, had his hands on his chin as he watched such an attack of the Redant fortress.

"I don't think you've left the demon army to this extent. After all, the presence or absence of a commander is important. If you had a commander who knew the basics, you would have done more damage."

Laughing, a fully armed deputy was trying to frighten the blower hiding in the larger shield he had prepared.

"General, don't laugh. Let's make a quick breakthrough. We've already checked the trap placement, and we've decided on a march route. Unlock the trap for the rest of us, and we're done."

The role of Blower's troops was to precede them in eliminating traps. I paid a lot of money to buy information through a mercenary regiment that came from Baim. And he was still sending personnel inside the fortress to gather inside information.

Blower took off his helmet and put on his hair. It's also bad to keep it off on the boulder, so I'll put it back on right away.

"No, you're going to give me such a grand and sporadic welcome somehow, so try to target their exhaustion for the sake of succession. But cannons are a real problem."

To prevent the shells from hitting directly, the slaughter of the momentum with the Magic Shield is also a gentle slope, so roll over and involve the soldiers.

"Hmm, shall we dig a hole in the landing area? Make it feel like we're gonna get together there if we roll."

Magic struck directly at the defensive fence lined with a large shield when Blower immediately took action. The earthen smoke rises and Blore coughs up if he has inhaled his breath.

When the deputy gave instructions to his surrounding men, he decided to start work at night.

"Now, before they tell you to work from behind, do you move forward plainly? Let's avoid where the trap is located and move on. Plus, we have rock drops on the side of the cliff, so we need to stay away from them until the separate teams get rid of the trap."

Bansaim's Blower Squad advancing with Zihuahua. One after the other, he proceeded to untie the trap, preparing the way for the succeeding main unit to proceed.

The lieutenant looked over the fortress.

"... but it's really terrible. Put it together more, or shoot it constantly, and I think this one's in trouble."

There were also sights of unleashed arrows being burned by unleashed magic. They're attacking the dark clouds, and I don't think they're properly trained. In fact, when Blower sees the sight the deputy is looking at...

"Oh, you're arguing over the fortress. But you don't have to shoot magic or arrows efficiently, considering you have all the talent and consumables... Baym is still a threat"

The deputy laughed a little when he saw Blower.

"Do you want to revamp the rating? Normal times are scarier, you said?

Blower shook his head to the side.

"Sorry, but I'm not going to change my ratings. Look, it looks like we're done removing the trap. Let's move on."

Instructions were given to his men, and Blower moved forward plainly again -.

South Baym.

When Bansaim's army arrived at the Redant Fortress, I was compiling all the information I had gathered with Monica.

In the work room, there is a couch. There, Mr. Launo, who had returned from the fortress of Redanto, was sitting down for tea.

"Ha, booze would have been better"

Monica smiled.

"I think so, and I'm just putting a little alcohol in my tea. Just be serious now that you're at work."

Mr. Launo, who placed his back on the back of the couch and shrugged his shoulders, frowned when he placed the cup. The gaze becomes something serious.

"You just have to read this information because I have it all together. But the Redant Fortress stopped by on the way, but that thing's gonna break through faster than you can imagine. There's already a mercenary group inside. That's Blower Cadell who did it. See, the general who ruled the neighborhood without difficulty."

I nodded several times as I looked at Mr. Launo's dossier.

"Are you a former Central general, not fascinated by Ceres? I heard you volunteered to work in your current position?

Monica also looked through the material and told me something interesting from the contents.

"You're collecting everything from elsewhere, not from Central. It's interesting because it doesn't involve Ceres."

Mr. Launo nodded.

"If you're going to pull it out, General Blower is your aim. I have a bad reputation in Central, but I'm not incompetent to see you work. It's reasonable that you fled Ceres and moved east. Just don't let Central's elite units be the only ones sent in. Troops solidified by the people who were fascinated by Ceres. I don't think you can pull it out."

Others were picking up talent that they thought was fascinating to Celes. General Blower is supposed to be safe. Doesn't look like he's acting for Ceres.

Also, there were a lot of unnatural things about pretending to be like that. Monica looked at the material.

"Faceko, who was the Lord, is fascinated. Soldiers are attracted to 30,000 of the elite troops, others to the Lords General, Knights Commander...... Chicken bastards, overwhelmingly short of commanders"

With more people, the shortage of people on the management side becomes a problem. Borrowing it from the margin is also a problem. If we pull through, we'll have a problem where we pulled out.

Within the treasure balls, while the fifth generation listened to Monica and became spotty.

"Collecting just a few numbers is useless unless you educate the people who lead the troops or something. There are quite a few guys who put together a small number of people, but on top of that, they get less. Plus... fewer people can lead a thousand people."

With Baldoor's accession, more people were able to command some degree. But there's nothing I can do with just one more.

"Best of all, does it feel like pulling out General Blower's unit?"

Ms Launo also agreed with that opinion.

"Right. That would be the best part. If that general has all his men, will he lead us to 50,000?

I'm saying it appropriately, Mr. Launo, but you should actually have all the abilities and subordinates to move that scale. Anyway, when I went into my rough neighborhood, I was leading tens of thousands of soldiers.

I remember my buddy's face.

"Nowem is a magic specialty. It's possible to lead the fight, but I'd like to put it behind me if I can. Clara is definitely rear. Shannon is out of the question. Eva, if it's up to a few... No, can you lead a fellow elf? May won't be able to..."

Faces that could lead the fight on a sizeable scale were quite limited.

"I guess Aria and Miranda. Mr. Maxim also said that the number he led was a few hundred, but at this point, I need you to lead thousands."

Monica's gonna give me some advice.

"I think if you put on the Valkyries as your deputy, you can lead them to some extent. Well, it looks like both those pompous tricks have become a little more useful with the upgrade. Besides, this Monica is all I need beside the chicken bastard."

I went through the second half, which is Monica's bullshit.

And Mr. Launo tells me one last time.

"And I've been checking the place as you told me. Sure, it would be there if we were to fight... but there are people attacking, and the war has just begun, right? I think it's too early to think about what's ahead."

I'm looking at Mr. Launo.

"I guess. But it's already started. It's either me or Ceres... until one of them dies, because it's a big separation."

The battle against Ceres had already begun.

- In the treasure ball.

The fifth generation, giving way to his chair to Mireia and sitting on the round table, turned his gaze to Mireia.

'Hey, how long till I can't give my skills to Lyell? Do you think I should give it to you now?

As the battle between Lyell and Bansaim began, the fifth generation was contemplating passing his skills to Lyell. But Mireia stopped me for something I hadn't told her before.

But...

'... Huh?

Mireia was looking at her fifth generation face in a hazy manner. And he's out of sight and sweating.

'Hey...... Hey!

The fifth generation descended from the round table and approached Mireia and grabbed both shoulders. Mireia, only her mouth was laughing.

'Yes, no, Father... Didn't you say that I've lifted the restrictions already?

The third and seventh generations watched such exchanges between father and daughter. And he had a sympathetic gaze on the fifth generation.

Third generation, etc.

'I wonder what it is. I think the timing's been taken off a lot. The fifth generation would have felt good if they had let their skills inherit sooner'

There is no such thing as a good breakup. But obviously, until now, there's been drama in each of them, and they were separated from Lyell in a beautiful way.

Seventh generation too.

'Terrible. This is terrible on my aunt. Well, it's always terrible.'

Mireia also understood that today she was not in the action of shooting out the seventh generation with a pistol. That's the seventh generation I seem to miss just a little.

But the fifth generation took his hands off Mireia's shoulders.

'Well, say that quickly. Sure, it feels like it's happening now, but I can serve my purpose. Then let Lyell inherit his skills at his convenience'

It's the fifth generation to take the attitude that I don't care, but I obviously did. Mireia watched that happen, sweating cold.

'... Well, I'll do something about it. It's your father's important departure, so this Mireia has an inspiring performance!

Then the third generation is with Bosoli.

'That kind of thing doesn't thrive on the contrary, or you feel compelled to do all sorts of things. Isn't that annoying to Lyell and to the fifth generation?

The fifth generation, too, did you imagine the scene of failure, with your left hand on your face?

'... Mileia, that's enough. Because this is just about as good for me. Please, leave me alone.'

Then Mireia, who was blamed by three men, stood up.

'You can't keep your mouth shut when you say that much! If this happens, throw a big party!

While the fifth generation was in a hurry, he grabbed Mireia's shoulders again.

'That's enough! Please, stop it! Because it's going to be worse!

Within the treasure balls, there were major problems apart from the war -.