The Branded Female Fencer

"Alberto, if you see the next big city, put it down once. I'll be in touch through the mercenary guild and Arnelia's branch."

"Yes, from here, I wonder if Vishteldo would be a good idea."

"That's enough. We need to cover Alphilees." The rebellion in the east of the continent and the suppression of monsters and demon kings will be over by winter. "

“Of course, but it looks like there's been a lot of bees and rebellion. Will we be able to quell everything by then?"

"I know almost every rebellion using pilgrimage and speechlessness." There's no problem. "

Miranda said lightly, so Alberto asked nothing more. I have seen you spend approximately time with Miranda or Myriazal and focus on strengthening the information network, but when did you build that much information network?

Not to mention, it was an unexpected event for Albert to be on the battlefield and be able to grasp it. Albert has a long history on the battlefield, but I don't think he's much of a scholar, and he doesn't think he's the one to turn his head. Now I just want to follow this person, but it was also a fact that I can't decide how to wield my power at the crossroads that determines the fate of the continent.

Miranda patted him on the shoulder, as if she sensed his troubles.

"Don't get lost, Alberto."

Hah, I'm sorry.

"As long as this battle is over, Oranzebull's intervention will be gone." I think I know what he's doing. "

Is it true?

It was his first time hearing it, so Alberto unexpectedly looked back, but Miranda's expression at that time was cooler than he had ever seen before.

"I didn't tell Alpha Reese." She understands Oranzebull's methods, but she won't understand the purpose. Besides, Oranzebul's purpose is convenient to me. No, rather, no one should reject it. ”

"What the hell is that..."

“But it's true that no one can tolerate that. And even if Alphilees understood the need in her head, she couldn't ignore the process. Then you don't have to know until it's settled. Once it's all over, Oranzebul won't want any more sacrifices. If we can get rid of the black sorcerer who was moving with his limbs on his head, we can sort it out. Whether the silence disappears or the anomaly dies, the orangutan doesn't seem to move at all."

Is that all right, Miranda-sama?

“Trust me. And I will definitely give you a place to make the most of your power."

"... I understand."

I decided to believe it once and for all. Never get lost, but don't get lost again, Albert hastened the flying dragon's reins. I was hoping that this confusion would be in vain.



Lord Jake, where should I take this food?

Yeah, I'll ask that tent over there.

"Sir Jake, we are beginning to evacuate the seriously injured. Please sign this document.”

Yes, this is it.

Lord Jake, we have a new casualty. Which tent should we put him in?

"The current tent is full, so please build a new tent. The location is--"

The Knights Templar squadron led by Jake ran to the rear to rescue the wounded. Even though half of Gloria's students were sent to fight with the Company, the company's size is close to 200, but the job is mainly to check supplies, care for the wounded, and provide medical care, so no one has experienced the battlefield.

Until a while ago, it seemed that the battle would soon be over, as the Orcs were eliminated in a series of victories of the Allied forces. Everyone was stroking their chest at the report, and the overconfident were loudly saying that they could have fought themselves, and the timid were weak in their desire to return early. Moreover, the noblemen spilled folly into the rough life of the tent, and the innocent civilians came out in a hiking mood, even those who sang and danced around the fire at night.

Having experienced the battlefield multiple times already, Jake was worried about how much this air would be squeezed, but there was hardly anyone in the team to talk to. Unexpectedly, it is Bruns who complains, and Rascal who repents.

"They're sloppy."

"I can't help it, I didn't listen to the troops who lost the battle." The Mercenary Corps and the Allied Army are too capable, and even the Knights Templar are in a state of decoration. Jake didn't go to battle after all. "

"I hope you don't have to fight, but I hear this is the most dangerous time." I think we should tighten it up once. "

So-so.

Even though I was having such a conversation every day, I didn't have time to tighten up and got busy. I was supposed to clean up the monster, so why? There was no time to argue such a question, and the rear was full of injured and dead. Of course, I could understand the situation from the survivors' stories, but there is no one who can explain why this happened. However, the squadron of students occupied by them from Gloria came to know the real battlefield in this way.

It was also a bad time to lower the reserves to the south of Tarlam. Therefore, less than half of the regular Knights Templars, Sisters, and Monks. The shortage of personnel spurred on the workforce.

Sisters and monks could not recover, and the voices of lost hands, feet, and groaning people caught in the fire flooded the back. And the wounded were carried one after another from the side of the dead, and the tent was buried, and finally the tent was missing, so they rented out their tents temporarily, and became the wings of the camp.

And it began to rain, unusual at this time of year. After the big fire, Jake learned from the Knights Templar's guidance that it rained, but he was blurry when he saw the sky that it was true.

Dutehilde stopped by to see Jake.

Continued