Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru

Yiliang and Barletta, who broke up with Sylvestria, came to the south gate of the fort.

The south gate is open and Lugro is waiting with the Kingsguards and villagers.

The sidecar is also bracketed with water and food and looks ready.

"Lugro, wait. Are you ready for this?

"Oh. Did you get the story together?

"Yeah. It's just that we're supposed to protect the village of Grisea..."

When Yiliang explained the upside, "Oh" was raised by the villagers.

Everyone seems happy.

"It's a village, but you're fortifying it?

"Yeah. Mr. Barletta's been doing a lot for me. I think you're stronger than a bad corps fortress."

"Seriously. Barletta, you're amazing."

Lugro looks me in the eye and Barletta smiles.

"Thank you. I didn't expect this to happen, but I'm glad it helped."

"I've heard a lot from Kazura, but you're so smart about Barletta? When you get back, you can teach me how to study. It would be more fun to talk to him than a lecturer from Wang Du."

"Yes. If I may."

"Say hello! Well, I'm just gonna go. Talk to Ruti and the kids."

"What? You didn't say it from Lugro?

When Ichigo said, Lugro laughed bitterly.

"Oh. If I tell you, I'll definitely say I'm coming with you. You can't just take him this time."

"Oh well... yeah, I get it"

"I'm sorry. Nice to meet you."

Lugro crosses the bike and starts the engine.

There was one Kingsguard beside him, in a sidecar.

The Kingsguard is a member of the Istel Army.

"Is that it? Lugro's driving away?

"Ouch. You can't miss an opportunity to drive as much fun as you like!

"Oh, yeah. Don't go too fast, okay? If you fall, it's hard."

"'Cause it's okay. Don't worry about it."

Lugro smiles better.

"Oh, yeah. On the rebel path, besides the village of Grisea, there are villages and cities, right? What happened to your contact there?

"It's okay. Because I told the Isteria defense team to contact the nearby villages and head to Isteria. I think I'm already on my way to tell you."

"That's fine. It's always the people who hurt the most in war. I'm gonna make sure you protect him. Uh. See you later!

When Lugro said so, he turned his attention to villagers and close guards crossing motorcycles around him.

"Yikes! Let's go, bastards! Follow me!

Lugro twists the accelerator and runs out of momentum.

"Whew!? So, Your Highness! Drive safely! Drive safely, please!

"Let it go! Ha-ha-ha!

"Uh-huh!?

A group of motorcycles run away, along with a delightful Lugro voice and a screaming mix of Kingsguards.

"Haha... Your Highness Lugro, he's a runaway, but a good man, isn't he? I'm glad he's the next king."

Barletta says as she drops off a group of motorcycles leaving.

"Right. He thinks about everyone, and he doesn't think about cutting off the weak."

"Yes. It just might not be a bit suitable as a ruler...... but it contradicts what I just said"

One good laughs bitterly at Barletta's dialogue.

"Ha. Barletta says things like Reese, too."

"I feel that way when I look at Master Narson and His Majesty Elmia. Your Highness Lugro, when you take the throne, it will be difficult."

"Well, sure. You need a supporting role, don't you? Someone solid, like Mr. Narson."

"... Mr. Kazra will be back with us in the village of Grisea when this war is over, won't he? You're not going to Wang Du, are you?

With Barletta's anxious eyes, he sees the good.

On her head like that, Ichigo laid his hands on Pong.

"You don't have to look like that. I know it's hard to say that the war is over, but I'm going back to the village."

So smiling, Valletta looks relieved.

"More than that, didn't Lugro just tell you to teach me how to study, you mean come to King's Capital to Mr. Barletta?

"What!? Really?!?

"What did the instructor say, and don't think so?"

"Ha, sure... Ugh, I'll have to say no later"

When the two of them were talking like that, Nina ran from behind.

"Dear Kazra, Mr. Rosru has contacted me. Mr. Nalson is talking right now."

"Whoa, that was fast. What did he say?

"Well, I was a little faster than a full speed rata," he said.

"Ugh, seriously. That's outrageous, Mr. Roslu."

Apparently, Roslu is faster than Rata (unenhanced).

Although his physical abilities have been enhanced, he clearly seems to be more pronounced in many respects than others.

"Shh, that's amazing. I've been chased by a Barbell cavalry, but I couldn't pull it off at all."

"What, did that happen?

"Yes, when I went to rescue Master Zirconia. I ran desperately, but the distance was quickly clogged."

I remember what happened at the time, and Barletta clouds my expression.

Barletta never felt death as close as she did then.

"Were you... Ah, Mr. Nina. Is everyone else starting to look for you, Colts?

"Yes, I've been trying to reach the soldiers."

"All right, let's find him, too."

That's how the good guys headed to find the Colts.

Meanwhile, around that time.

A group of rebels was proceeding a few kilometres from the city of Gregoria towards Isteria.

It is a large army of about 40,000 men, nearly 90% of whom are young ordinary citizens.

Equipment is all matching, and there are many who only possess a degree of object such as a stick of wood instead of a sword.

They followed Nibel's call as they floated in the heat of the public executions of the Diaz leaders.

Almost all of them are poor people who also struggle with their daily lives.

"Dear Nibel, you've gathered a small number of people."

In a carriage leading the rebels, a middle-aged man speaks to Nibel, who sits next to him.

He was a man who was squadron leader in the military, but for years he had been a handkerchief for Nibel, continuing to circulate information within the military to Nibel.

He was also the one who led reinforcements to the village of Grisea to look down.

"Hmm. If it's true, I just wanted more numbers..."

A middle-aged man looks surprised at Nibel, who says face to face.

"Is this still not enough? If the number increases too much, I wonder if it would be disruptive without control."

"I do have that. But, Morse. Think about the purpose of this one. What we need is an angry crowd of ordinary citizens."

Nibel smiles invincibly at a man called Morse.

"What matters is' fever '. It's this fever that brings all the villages and cities in the other realms."

"Hmm. As it is, because it will further increase the number of citizens?

"That's right. The mob momentum that we have left to the numbers is just a little bit of a blur."

Nibel speaks confidently.

Nibel had seen several times before the crackdown on villages that beeped up against the heavy taxes and oppression imposed by Diaz.

Before the overwhelming force of Diaz's army, those who arose were suppressed without any means, but Nibel was heartily surprised by the energy of their anger.

He felt that a person in a state where anger beat terror was more dangerous than a beast of handiwork.

"The explosive power of accumulated anger is no good. While we're gaining momentum, we don't know that it stops like a crop-eating pest."

"But will it work that well?

"How dare you? Every village in the realm is impoverished. If we call, we will always be in tune. Besides, if I even got the Isteria, I wouldn't care about the rest. Let the citizens who brought them to villages all over Istel's territory go to havoc."

The main purpose of Nibel's insurgency plan is to vandalize and thoroughly disrupt Istail territory by the mobs.

The army caged in the fort cannot fight without the support of food and supplies from the rear.

If the realm becomes havoc by the rebels, the king's capital and milling realm will have months to grasp the situation and rule it.

Niebel had no idea, such as the need to control the citizens who followed him.

The people who have been abused so far by Diaz must rave around in their desires under the great name of calming the Isthère territory where the conspiracy took place.

"The armies of the fort must fight in isolation and defencelessness with the Balberg army. We have also sent messengers to the Barbell army, so if we know what's going on, we'll storm the fort. No reinforcements, no supplies, no fortifications. We'll be down in no time."

"I see. With the invasion of Gregorn territory, it's like the war is over."

"Yes! Now if Isteria had Reese... kukuku"

Nibel grins inferiorly.

"Liese? Are you a housewife of the Istell family?

"Oh. When you get into the city of Isteria, look for Reese first. Capture him and bring him before me. But don't scratch one."

"Yes, I did. But would you be in Isteria?

"Is it something my little girl goes to the battlefield or something? It's decided what's left of the city."

Nibel's face distorts into hatred.

Before, Reese poked me with a dagger, rubbed my throat wound.

"You insulted me. You just don't have to. I'll remind that body to go crazy."