Both sides of Central Main Street, where people gathered for drop-offs, line up in parallel with the road.
People were also coming out of the upstairs windows of the house facing Main Street for similar purposes.
At the end of the gaze of the gathered people is the figure of the soldiers marching down Main Street.
The flag displayed is a tri-colored red, white and blue flag.
The colours of this flag each represent the former nobility, the new nobility and the civilian population, meaning that these three unite unanimously.
It was mixed with such a Latio Republic flag and had a flag stamp flying the eagle's crest.
This is the flag of Count Avrine, one of the Arlunian gods.
Count Avrine had led his own knighthood in the name of reinforcements and had gone to the Republic of Latio.
Most of all, the number of soldiers is only about five hundred.
This is because the Knights of the Count are wearing out in earlier battles on the Trobo River.
But even if it hadn't worn out, we wouldn't have been able to bring many soldiers to the Latio Republic.
Whatever it is, the kingdom of Arunya and the Republic of Latio are not adjacent.
Whether it is to sneak around within the Kingdom of Magna sandwiched between them, or bypass them via third countries, there can be no such thing as passage by large armies.
In reality, not even five hundred soldiers could travel at the same time.
Yes, they secretly entered the Latino Republic via a third country, divided into several teams.
Was it necessary to send such a small number of soldiers until such a struggle?
Of course it does. It doesn't make any sense, and nothing imitates that stupid.
The real purpose of the group seconded by Arunya was to keep an eye on it all the time.
Monitoring whether the Latio Republic will fight properly.
If the republican army is going to have a raw battle, kicking that ass is what it's supposed to be.
For this reason, the Army of the Earl of Avrine was accompanied by Shizuku, [a distant witch], who served as a special envoy in earlier negotiations to facilitate exchanges with the Republic of Latio.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the outing proceeded slowly.
The old man with the drop off is a wrinkled voice, raising his voice to glorify the nation and the soldiers.
Another woman, is she her own partner? Shout out a man's name.
One young child cheers without even knowing what it means.
Shizuku frowned slightly as he manipulated the military horse.
The noise of this hand feels depressing to her, whether she is born modest or hates flashy things.
"Witch Hall, why don't you behave a little more lovingly?
"Love? I wonder what it's like to be a loving witch."
"Hmm, sure. That could damage your image."
Speaking to Shizukuishi is Count Avrine, the commander of the Armenian reinforcements.
The Count was a man who would not be bound by his status for a nobleman.
Shizukuishi was therefore in a position to have an easy conversation with the Count.
This is not the case in the other Arlunian gods.
Shizukuishi's origins are suspicious, albeit at a glance from around her because of her previous achievements.
The attitude of the gods towards Shizuku is far from favorable.
For Shizukuishi, it is a shame that the person sent away from the main Army of Arlunia was Count Avrine.
Shizuku's expected role is as a compromise with the Republic.
However, a single title was supposed to be one of the reinforcements' staff officers.
In other words, Count Avrine will be Shizuku's immediate superior.
Relationships with superiors will never have crossed well.
A march that doesn't go on as late. A hustling folk voice.
Shizuku, who gets sick and tired of feeling like that.
If you have no choice, Shizukuishi decides to distract the frustration by flowering into conversation with Count Avrine, who has just spoken.
Eventually, it was going to take a few more hours before this outing was over.
The corporal's voice announcing a small pause echoes around.
The soldiers don't just say they were waiting, but when they unload quickly, they sit sloppily on the ground.
When I got off the horse, too, I sat somewhat on the ground.
Though I'm getting used to horseback riding a little, the march still drains my strength.
From the water bottle, pour warm water into your mouth.
That's how I finally took a breath.
Three-five, soldiers sitting around on one side, but obviously around me, no one tries to sit down.
No, speaking of everyone, will it be a lie?
A few of the guards Konrat put on me, sit around me.
But without a heart, wouldn't even they just distance themselves a little?
Are you so scared of witches?...... you must be scared.
With that in mind, I let my gaze wander around me.
Second, I got eyes on Franz, the escort.... I slipped my gaze slightly.
What is it? Bullying? Are you a bully!?
Reminds me of a classmate bully who was ignored in elementary school.
Oh, I did something wrong, ignoring it to fit my surroundings.
Oh, my God, I'm going to do some on-the-spot reflection.
What doesn't scare me is... Count Avrine and about a beltran near it.
The two look at each other and talk to each other.
It's like not sharing the others, just the two of us talking to each other.
You won't be able to get into the boulder and go in there for no reason.
Ha, if you don't have someone to talk to, it's just as much as you can imagine.
I look up into the sky and dive into the sea of thought.
Ten days have passed since the departure of Stoltos, the capital of the Latino Republic.
The Republican forces that have emerged have a nominal strength of 60,000 and a real number of 50,000.
This great army is commanded by six generals appointed by the Council of Elders.
At the same time, it appears that the Army of the Arlnian Marquis also left Libra.
The force is filled with personnel who have been scratched again for what they have drained in the previous battle.
Looks like he managed to finish over 40,000 legions.
Most of all, more than the last time a group of visitors came together, the degree of proficiency is conjecture.
The movement of the opposing Royal Magna Army is also gradually becoming clear.
Currently, there are seven regular armies held by the Kingdom of Magna.
To the Kings' immediate capital, the Kingsguard, are six legions headed by the head of the Seven Generals, with the exception of the Fourth Army of the devastated Hoover family.
The nominal name of the Regular Army of the Kingdom of Magna is 20,000.
In other words, it will have 140,000 large armies in simple calculations.
Nevertheless, only a limited number of soldiers are actually hit by the Arlunia Latio coalition.
First, the Capital Guard, as its name suggests, is tasked with defending and policing the capital.
I can't move this out of the capital.
Furthermore, the First Army is stationed in the North, the Third Army is stationed near the border because of its vigilance towards the East and neighbouring countries.
Nor can these two armies of border guard be moved.
Then there will be four armies left.
First, in the battle ahead, the Second, Fifth and Sixth Troops, who expedited to Arunya.
And the West, that is, the Seventh Army, which guards the border with the Republic of Latio.
Together, these four armies make 80,000 troops the enemy force of the moment.
On the number, this one prevails.
Most importantly, with the soldier's level of practice, it is forbidden to be cautious because there will be more armaments there.
There are other concerns.
As I found out during the march, it seems that the Kingdom of Magna is willing to strike three armies inside the four armies against Arunya.
Initially, our assumption was that if Arunya Latio simultaneously invaded, he would pull through the inner armies of the three armies he distributed to the South and hit the reinforcements of the Seventh Army.
In practice, however, the three armies remain unchanged and do not move near the southern border.
Apparently, he slapped the Army of Arunya with the three armies first, and then, after that, he's got a stomach for slapping the Army of the Republic of Latio.
Each destruction is a regular path to battle. We don't even know what the enemy is after.
However, the question here is whether the Seventh Army, alone and relative to the Republic of Latio, will be less likely to be beaten than to beat Arunya.
At any rate, my troop differential will more than double.
Perhaps the Seventh Army will strive to fight late, but how far will it last?
In other words, I can say that the trend of war depends on the Army of Arunya or the Seventh Army of the Kingdom of Magna, which falls first.
So our job is to slap the Seventh Army immediately.
In order to do this, we must make sure that everyone in the Latio Republic works hard.
It hangs carrots called the Fartellis Terra region, but you shouldn't be relieved by that alone.
Otherwise, why are you accompanying the Republic Army?
Okay, well, which is better: candy or whip to move people?
Well, even if I'm an outsider waving a whip, you just buy the objection.
Then a candy choice.
Of course, the candy balls are already ready.
Honestly, I'm gonna be good at all this work.
What's the matter with you? It's not a straight line of belly black plot characters as it is.
What a glimmer of anxiety in my advance.
What, it's too late already? No, no, no... yeah?
One soldier approaches me.
"A letter has been sent to the Witch Hall and the Witch Hall from Stoltos."
A soldier who looks nervous and offers a letter.
"Thanks"
When I receive the letter as I thank him, the soldier walks away with a grudge.
After dropping off such a hindsight, I drop my gaze on the letter I received.
The envelope is sealed with wax.
The crest pressed from the top of the wax belonged to Sir Cazzarini.
I open the envelope and see the letter that came out of it.
The contents are too short.
- Successful prototype. Move to mass production.
It was written in those two sentences. It's just a line of letters.
But to me, it was more heartening than a letter decorated with any kind of beauty phrase.
I laugh niggly.
That's faster than I expected.
Has what I was asking for in my first meeting with Sir Cazzarini already taken shape?
The way of war changes. No, I'll change it.
Keep the letter in your hand, an unstoppable niyanya laugh.
The soldiers creepingly watched me like that from afar.