"Was my part-time brother happy with that family name? Isn't the Baltic family a lot like Barca?
"No, on the contrary, you can look like you're related to Barca. From today on, my name is Byte Van Balt. Greetings, Ars."
"Oops. I'm counting on you, brother Byte"
I've decided I can no longer stand this position any longer, and I've had my two part-time brothers and Lyon do the naming.
They will both have got roughly 300 or so of their men who can use magic.
In particular, I think my part-time brother has grown considerably stronger.
Originally, after I gained the Knights of Barca independently, I entrusted my part-time brother with the training of soldiers, etc.
Brother Byte was watching everyone with his soldier training.
That's not just training to move your body.
He was also training to improve his magic.
Ordinary people have less magic than I do.
I mean, I've been consciously training myself from an early age, experimenting with a lot of things to increase the quality and quantity of magic.
Take magic from the air to increase the amount of magic.
When eating food, gather magic in your gut to take in more food magic along with nutrition.
Try to work out the magic from the outside gained by doing so with your own magic around your stomach and simmer it in a drool.
That's how I was training.
And my brother Byte knows this methodology.
I wasn't hiding this way, I told my family before I became a knight.
What's more, he also talks about using magic to activate it as magic and how to spell it.
My brother Kyle knitted his own magic I couldn't use, also because I taught him how to do it.
My Bite brother still hasn't been able to knit out the original magic, but I know how to do magic training, and I practice it myself.
And I teach this training method in my usual soldier training.
The soldiers who listened to and trained this training method while only knowing it entirely by their own senses, little by little, were coming into effect.
Besides, it is easy to see the effect if it has the Barca surname.
Until then, there was also an easy way to determine the effects of using [finishing ground] and other things that could only be used to train magic and use [wall architecture] and so on.
In other words, the soldiers who were trained by Brother Byte in the Knights of Barca had a higher amount of magic than the average person, even if the magic could not be used and they usually lived as peasants.
They were given names this time by the part-time brother.
Give me the name of my new part-time brother, the Baltic family.
Even though we named roughly the same number of people, this means that Brother Byte is stronger than Lion, who is just a bunch of peasants who hasn't been trained and hastily gathered from the newly made Knights of Graham.
Well, we've both improved our magic power considerably, so we might be able to handle this.
"But that's what I've been saying since I named you, but you've also increased the number of guys my part-time brother can name and build walls. Now, do we have to change our policies, build walls all over the place, and endure five days?
"Right. You might be able to do that too. but I've also noticed others have pointed me out earlier"
"Notice something? Lyon, what's that?
"I'm sorry. That's food. It seemed to have decreased faster than my calculations."
"The food? Could it have been burned in [black]?
"No, there's that too, but it's not. There's no food for Valkyrie."
"Valkyrie's? … well, can't Hatsuka grow up in this situation"
"Yes. Until now, I grew Hatska with a little [soil improvement] inside land when I created the position. That's what they used to feed the Valkyries. That seems to have been the effect of the [black]."
"Well, so you also gave Valkyrie the food he was bringing in for the soldiers and it was decreasing fast"
"Yes. It seemed like it was consuming more than it calculated. I didn't know you hadn't noticed until now...... I'm sorry."
"Fine. I only noticed if the food store was burning, too.... That means there wasn't enough food to last another five days. Well, it's convenient in a way."
"Why, Ars. What's so convenient about not having food?
"Oh. Let's eat all the leftover food by the end of the day. That way I don't have to eat anymore. I mean, unless we're going to storm the Urk army and destroy the enemy general and break through the enclosure, there's only death. We're all gonna fight death crazy."
I wonder what happened.
The one about the leeward formation, the one about losing an ally soldier's escape route beforehand, and then fighting it makes us all desperate the other way around.
If a stranded rat can do more than bite a cat, he might be able to break the fence of the Urk army.
"Oh, and shall I give this to Lion"
"Isn't this a thunderous sword? Are you sure?
"I mean, you're in trouble if you don't have it. The other guy's the other guy. I have a nine-tailed sword, and my part-time brother has a thunderbolt sword."
"Thank you. Don't hesitate, then. But that's amazing. He was a former knight who had fallen to this point, but quickly became a knight with a magic weapon."
"If I said anything, we were hungry. I'm a peasant kid. But I don't want you to come this far and burn to death in this place. We will definitely defeat Pessi and escape the siege."
"Right, Ars. All right, everybody, do your meal support. Eat up and fight as hard as you can."
"Right. Let's do it, Master Ars. I put the future of the Graham family on you. And if you leave your sister behind and you're both gone, you'll be saddened."
Thus, we ate what might be our last supper and decided to launch a raid on the Urk army.