Sevens

- Bread was moving his troops to their target location, avoiding well-maintained streets.

But if you think you got close to South Baym, what you saw was over 40,000 enemies, ready and waiting.

The battlefield was noon, and the soldiers of the elite troops and gathered lords who arrived were exhausted. We were not satisfied by the daily raids and noise. He has been allowed to escape to his horse in plain sight and is even more exhausted when carrying his luggage.

Under such circumstances, Bred looked around him. Two of the associate barons who approached us at the Redant Fortress - and the knights who followed us were also out of the force for a reason at some point in each unit.

The worst part was that he ran away with valuable supplies. Spare weapons in addition to arrows. But still not enough to fight. No, rather, Bread had the power to just bounce back this disadvantage.

Because the elites that Bred is taking with him are those who have sworn absolute loyalty to Ceres. They were the ones who throw their lives out for Ceres.

Differences in numbers of this magnitude, and even disadvantaged situations, would easily shoot through with their breakthrough power. But there was something that Bred couldn't forgive.

Turn on the slope, solidify your defense as if it were a fortress, and from there you were looking down because you were Lyell in white and blue colored armor.

"... you set it up! You trick me... you!!"

Bred's anger is awesome. I couldn't forgive myself for being danced on Lyell's palm more than the quasi barons who betrayed me. Because for Bred, Lyell was an abominable subject in itself.

I hated it when I just said Count House. Plus, I made even more of a fool of myself when I heard about my kicked out incompetence. In the past, however, he defeated Griffon and acted like he wasn't interested in the handle. We were given credit for what we really wanted.

It's like you're getting a spill - no, actually, it was a coincidence that Bred got his current status. By chance, I just stuck a knight from the side that Ceres had missed.

Black armor is the armor that the knight wore. A brave knight riding a horse and waving a spear on a horse - he was Bred's coveted knight. I wanted to get close to the knight and I was fixing my armor and putting it on.

Bread, wearing armor, a shade in contrast to Lyell, reaches for the pattern of his waist sword. An elite unit that is exhausted but never diminishes its will to fight when it sees the enemy in front of it.

"I can't do it, incompetence!! This SS leader - Bread Bumper will teach you something called a true knight! Assault! Ooh!"

There is no operation. However, Bred chose the option of storming at the enemy in front of him. It was definitely a fool. But it was the most successful way to fight because it had elite troops.

"Whoa!!"

Medicine that everyone was sneaking into their nostalgia - they took it and when they opened the lid, they were all chewing up solid chunks and swallowing them up -.

On the defensive fence prepared in the steep field, the first was broken through by guns on bows and arrows and soldiers storming beyond magic.

The sight of more than 30,000 troops storming was overwhelming, but I can't say that right now. I squeal as I see the sight.

"What the... what the hell is going on with these guys!

Soldiers who gladly step forward to the troops who put up their guns. Soldiers in the rear push against the fence to shield such soldiers and mount them. Even if he was slashed with a spear and slashed with a sword, all he thought about was breaking through the fence.

Soldiers who did not do so soon after being fatally wounded were grabbing by soldiers on this side to create a gap for their allies. I'll give it to you, and you'll be fine with the way you fight at the expense of every ally.

The only breakthrough was an anomaly.

"... you have no fear"

Troops positioned forward had been hit by breaking through the fence while enemy troops were covered in blood. And he's fighting with laughter.

From within the treasure balls, the fifth generation was tongue-beating.

'Shit... Lyell, get your troops down. These guys, they're worse than I imagined.'

Was it more dangerous than the fifth generation had assumed, I decided to lower my troops. To make a gap for that, it's the two of us who put it in.

"Gracia, ask Eliza to come out. Never let a soldier near you! You can blow it!

Originally, it was to put in two troops that were to be put in when the enemy's legs stopped, in order to buy time for the forward troops to retreat.

The two men on horseback were each leading troops from both sides to rescue their allies. When magic is unleashed on the enemy, the soldiers are blown away.

But seeing that sight doesn't stop the enemy from moving forward. I had deployed a shield by magic to hold back the damage, but I am not at all afraid of the magic of the two people breaking through it.

Soldiers to be burned by Gracia's blue-white flames. They jump through that gap, rush through it and move forward as it gets under fire.

Enemy soldiers frozen by Eliza's ice advance and crush without any concern to the soldiers who storm from behind.

Just before - just before enemy troops willing to kill the enemy in front of me, I made a fist grip.

An enemy army that should be exhausted but won't stop raiding at night. Normally, under overwhelmingly favourable circumstances, we were being pushed mentally.

Night.

In the still fighting on the front line, I was backing down a little and gathering faces that were the Lord.

In the tent, ask for input from key members who have actually seen the enemy.

"This one pushes even above the number. Enemy damage is greater than this one. But mentally, this one is being pushed in. I want to do something."

Taking my opinion, while Mr. Maxim put his arms together.

"I fought several enemy soldiers. But that's really a dead soldier. More than 30,000 troops storm ready to die, etc… this degree of difference in numbers, and may overshadow the interests of the land. The enemy's damage has still not reached 10,000, and even if it does, it won't break my heart. Before that, if this one keeps doing any more damage..."

When this heart broke first, Mr. Maxim didn't say it until the end. But that was understood by everyone who went to war. I thought it was a breakthrough army and I've been preparing it, but I didn't think it was that unusual.

No, if it's just an anomaly, it's fine, but all soldiers were definitely elite with a certain strength.

Gracia, who defeated many of her enemies, also had an unfloating look.

"Are all the soldiers in Bansaim like that? This is insane. I didn't think about the damage I would suffer, I just didn't know it would come forward..."

Eliza agreed.

"I understand you're going to die here. But it's definitely an anomaly that all those numbers can be executed. You said Ceres. It's really dangerous."

I thought on the inside that Ceres had done something to the elite unit. Certainly death soldiers are a threat. But I didn't understand the breakthrough power so far.

Then Monica came into the tent.

"Excuse me. Chicken bastard, I want to tell you something."

"What?

I turned my gaze to Monica. Monica stretched her spine, without joking, as usual.

"... soldiers on the Bansaim side, but I found myself on a kind of medication. As a result of the analysis, it looks like something that goes into an exciting state. Analysis of magic relationships is out of my specialty, but Professor Damien says they could be using skills pseudo-wise"

Everyone opened their eyes. I've never even heard of Baym, such as having such medicines. And if you have such a convenient drug, every country would ask for it.

Just, Monica says.

"At the same time, it appears to be highly toxic. It is believed that the effect of the skill has not been obtained by about 10% to 20%, but after use the body will surely die without adapting. The ingredients in the medicine are likely to contain demonic materials."

I've heard of using demonic ingredients to make medicines. But from Monica's tone, she was at war using something that could not be used as a medicine, shrinking her life.

The look on Nowem's face, which was in my sight, was distorting and eating up his teeth.

"... time to die? A day or two?

Monica shook her head sideways.

"No, it'll take at least three months," he said. Literally, they are soldiers who have decided to die. "

From within the treasure balls, third and seventh generations of voices were heard.

'... you'll do it. Are you going to do that? Dispose of the elite troops. "

"I didn't know you were going to kill nearly 30,000 soldiers from the beginning..."

The third generation of voices was lower than usual, and scarier. The fifth generation had something in mind, but he tells me.

"Lyell, make some time. It'll be over soon. '

Mr. Mireia raised her voice to her surprise.

"Father!"

Fifth generation says.

'Don't stop. Now is the time.... my way of life has apparently made sense.'

- A ship had arrived in South Baim from Baim.

It was a ship managed by the Trace family, and it was Roland and Gina who came aboard. The two men who brought Alliance executives from Baym came to South Baym for help.

At the trace mansion reserved for South Bame, Fidel and Vera had negotiations in front of the three of them.

They pinched each other's desks and sat in each other's chairs. Roland and Gina were laying low, and the guild's executives were desperately complaining about the status quo.

"Lord Fidel, I want you to save Baim's predicament. Doesn't the lady there say Lord Lyell's lover? This is your chance for the Trace family to return to Baym!

The opponent has promised Lyell his return as an adventurer and favors, as well as huge rewards, if he had Baym rescue him. At the same time, he told the Trace family that he was going to release Baym from exile.

Vera kept quiet. But Fidel isn't. I was responding with a smile.

"That's good. I wouldn't compare it to before if I could go back to Beim, but I have more solid ground than this one. It would be easier to do business."

When I saw Fidel smiling, the executives smiled. But Fidel said it was true.

"... but it doesn't make sense to just undo my position in the Baim I've lost. Traders, customers, who had long traded, many had already left. Are you telling me you can get all of them back together?

"Well, that's hard. But this is my best effort."

"- It's natural to try. So, you think you can appreciate the obvious?

When her opponent was in trouble, Vera opened her mouth when she saw Gina and Roland.

"... I've heard rumors in the harbor. You guys have been treated so well. What did you want to do by making the size of the Trace family a middle-class even in Baym?

Gina against Vera.

"I wanted to be that much more! To keep it up, I didn't want to marry someone I didn't even like! I just wanted to live with Roland at the right merchant house for his height!

Vera is against Gina.

"You, can you tell your men who are working the word now? You're already in a position to protect the men who work at the merchant house!

"Huh, both of you, that's it."

Tell Fidel again when the executives can fool Gina.

"We don't have time for this anymore. I want Lord Lyell back. Baym needs his help."

Fidel placed her elbows on the table, hands together and hiding her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"Dear Fidel!

Roland gained momentum. He had eyes like he was blaming me for whether it was okay for his hometown, Baim, to be wrapped up in a sea of fire. But there seemed to be some reason left not to mention it.

Fidel laughed with her nose.

"Hmm, I don't have a decision to make. This place is not like Baim. It's all partitioned by that kid. And now on behalf of..."

- Excuse me.

A woman softened her pink hair and placed a brunette maid around her opened the door and entered the room. The woman greeted the three in front of her.

"My name is Liane and I have been entrusted with the management of South Bame. My last name is… I can't help but say it because it will all be Walt"

Fidel turns to the guild's executives.

"We don't rule like Baim here. So no matter how much you ask of me, you can't. But the opportunity is ready. Why don't you make a wish on this occasion?

As Fidel and Vera rose out of their seats, Valkyries sat Liane in front of the three in a fitting, made-up outfit. Liane smiled when she looked forward.

"It's a waste of time, so let's get started. So, how much will you do to us?

The executives panicked, though.

"Well, as I said earlier, Lord Lyell's return to the adventurer and..."

"- Rejected. I don't even want adventurer status now. That's a pre-negotiation issue. Go back and tell him right away.... Give me everything. No money, no status, no honor, no land, no rights! I offered you everything, and from now on, everything about Baym will be kneeling in front of Lyell Walt. Do you understand? Come on, come back and tell him. This one won't negotiate. Uphold the terms, or reject and perish? Choose who you like. This is Baymax or something. Instead, you'd better perish. Because... didn't you kick him out?

When executives try to say something, Roland against Liane.

"I know that. So Baym also promised to treat you to the fullest extent possible -"

Liane keeps her back on the back of the chair.

"- Beim is not a big deal if the maximum is to that extent. If we can't protect ourselves, we'll have to perish. Because the world is easy. If you're weak, you're doomed. It is up to you to insult your surroundings and not get help, as well as to your former allies to betray you. I hope the person responsible just takes responsibility."

Before Liane laughed, the three of them broke off any further negotiations -.