"If so, stupid...... Is it something that happens? My army..."

"Checkmate."

A bunch of Valkyries stormed from the side.

Raymond is stunned to see it rush through the flanks of the Fontana army with fierce momentum as it uses magic and all the way inside the army.

But I don't imitate what I would miss looking at such a decisive skill.

I swung my hard tooth sword down full of strength.

The metal armor covering Raymond's entire body makes a noise and crushes it.

Blood splashed from beneath the crushed metal.

Raymond's body sinks to the ground with a light-hearted look on his face.

"I've taken over Raymond, the Fontana army slayer! Increase your win!!

Raymond fell to the ground.

An ice-spirited sword spills from that Raymond hand that symbolizes his strength and power.

I picked it up and screamed like that in heaven.

Focusing his magic on his vocal cords would have also done his job.

My voice echoes across the battlefield.

After the sound of battle everywhere heard the statement, it quieted down for a moment.

But that was temporary.

Those around you who look at the ice sperm sword I put up and lower their gaze down.

Those who saw Raymond's finest magic sword, its glow and its original owner falling on the ground, understood the end of the battle.

"Wow wow wow wow!!!

A quiet battlefield is wrapped up in a grunting cry that grows as if hitting an avalanche.

Everyone in Barca heard me, understood the situation, and shouted out loud.

Hearing that voice, the Fontana army, now outnumbered, completely lost its will.

At this time, Barca's victory was decided.

"You did a great job, old man. It was the perfect time."

"I was scared... You know what scared me the most, kid? You scared me the most when I was on your Valkyrie."

We beat the Fontana Army. We were turning back to positions north of the river once.

When the victory became decisive, the peasant militia who had been conscripted as the Fontana army fled first.

Soon after I say nothing, the people of the village of Barca and the neighbouring villages will chase after it.

Apparently their aim was to win loot from the losers.

The peasant militia escapes while letting go of them by trying to wrap the sprinklers around them against the villagers who chase after them for gold eyes, weapons and even clothes.

Nothing. The villagers over here don't want their lives either.

He came back to me with a satisfied face when he got an affordable income.

Maybe, but the other peasant militia didn't have to do that much damage.

Perhaps I can say that they are both capable of fighting in a way.

Some got in addition to those loot.

That was a "knight".

A knight is a man who has been recognized by the nobility and has led to the use of magic.

Naturally, they are valuable people even from the aristocracy, and this can also be a loot.

Honestly, I can fight a knight opponent, but there's something scary about keeping a level of human beings on hand who are instantly killed by ordinary people.

but the captured knight was always dying.

Along with the opponent I defeated, he was the one who got hit by his part-time brother.

In the meantime, after a brief allowance, I am severely tying my hands and feet before putting them to sleep in one of the buildings.

And well, when the battle was over like this, post-processing was waiting.

No matter how much I give the villagers magic to fight with me, they're only volunteers.

If you confiscate the loot you earned on the battlefield of your life, there will be no one left to help me.

I couldn't help but turn back to the position and store what I got.

In that case, I was talking to an old pedestrian.

The old man was playing a big part in this fight.

One is that he reported in advance on the size, route and timing of the advance of Fontana's army.

The other was to take Valkyrie, my own horn, and attack me on the side of the Fontana army.

Why did the old man attack on the Valkyrie.

That was due to the fact that there was nothing in Vulcan village to ride satisfactorily but me and my part-time brother.

The only old man who said that he sometimes rides one of the Valkyries he bought from me during his regular business trip, so I entrusted the old man with a separate team.

Even so, what the old man did is about directing the road.

It was the first Valkyrie, my love beast, to hide what was leading the Valkyrie herd.

It wasn't the usual Valkyrie I was on when I fought the Fontana Army, it was one of those hornless ones that cut the corner.

Because it was still inconvenient to wave a weapon when there was somehow a corner.

Besides, there was another reason I left the first Valkyrie to my old man.

It was in the character of a servant beast.

A servant beast understands what he says, although he hatched eggs, and acts along with it.

To tell you the truth, I was hoping that Valkyrie, who sold it to the Fontana family, would come to my senses.

But I couldn't do that.

Because the Valkyrie I grew up with my own hands only stayed on hand for breeding, and I didn't sell anything else.

So what happens when Valkyrie, the servant beast, raises and hatches the eggs of the servant beast, still seemed to understand and listen to what the being should say as its parent.

So we entrusted herd control to the first generation, which is at the top of every Valkyrie as it stands.

This will be a separate task force just for the old man to guide the Valkyries on his own.

We have allowed this valuable human resource to function as a separate task force without dispersing it.

Most importantly, it seemed pretty scary for the first Valkyrie to ride on his running back while [strengthening his body].

"So, what are we going to do, kid? I won this time, but that's not all the Fontana family's power."

"Sort of. If you say you win, it's not zero damage."

"Do you have any idea?

"Oh, I'll build a castle here"

This power showed.

But I guess there is still an extraordinary difference in war power.

Then we must show more power this way.

You need as much strength as your opponent hesitates to fight and think about having a discussion.

Even so, just fighting apart won't be a sign of strength.

As long as they acknowledge this power.

Then what?

A haribote-like fortress built north of this river.

I thought about making it a proper defensive base, a castle.