"His Royal Highness the First Prince of the Style, please help us next."
"His Royal Highness the First Prince of Style, I brought you the bandages you requested earlier."
"His Royal Highness the First Prince of Style, if there's anything we can do..."
With the knights bringing in more supplies one after the other, Style is moving it sequentially and instantly without changing his expression. I also tried to stop him if he was burdened, but apparently, as long as it was an acceptable load, there was no burden in doing it again and again.
I felt sorry for my helpfulness at the same time as I was once again impressed with the ability of Stayle. Because I just asked Steele to do it, and she didn't do anything.
Because we're just looking at the style that keeps sending supplies with Deputy Clark, who still gives operational instructions like this.
Honestly, I was anxious if the knights still thought I was the first princess out of the way or useless, but rather scared as if I were frightened... I said, "Something?" Even when I hear it, all the knights shake their heads to the side and apologize, correct their posture and leave the scene.
I wonder what it is, is it already haunted even by the atmosphere as queen of terror?
"Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Pride... thank you very much this time.
Several armies said they had set out to support the Knights, and a partition of deputy commanders had bowed their heads to me.
"No, it's still too early to thank you. Besides, I'm ashamed I didn't do anything. If you thank me, it's all over and then it's on the style.
So when I say no, the vice president still lowers his head to me. It doesn't change, "No way, it's all thanks to Lord Pride. It's only natural for Lady Steele to finish this all at dawn, but thank Her Royal Highness Princess Pride again." and was returned.
As it was, I somehow lined up next to each other to look at the war situation in front of me, and I noticed the knights looking here and there again.
"After all, do I not have a reputation for the knights..."
There have been considerably fewer rumors of calling me my poor princess compared to three years ago, but still some bad rumors about me still come from somewhere. In fact, I had goosebumps when I heard rumors that Stayle and I were dealing with slave contracts, not subordination contracts. Style laughed and denied "I don't need it," so I was relieved... but I was reminded that I still couldn't resist the flow of this game.
"No, that's never what that is. Rather, fear of Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Pride… awe, shall we say?
I'm sorry if I offended you, Deputy Clark laughing as I said even looked a little bittersweet.
"I also apologize for the disrespect caused by the recruits earlier. I am grateful to Lord Pride for his wise decision.
A silence would be a statement about letting a bomb drop directly on the style.
I was in a lot of a hurry, if anything.
Firstly, proposing such a task to a royal human would amount to disrespect. Few aristocrats and royalties would punish for it even if it wasn't the pride in the game.
And I definitely didn't want Steele to directly hurt people, let alone take people's lives. As a royalty, you will need to do that to defend yourself and sometimes show off. But I don't want you to do more than you have to. Carrying weapons and ammunition not only defeats our enemies, but also helps defend ourselves against our knights. But letting the bomb drop is a direct life-taking act. Pride in the game had already caused various human beings to be killed this year besides their mothers to stay. That's why I swore I would never let Style's abilities be used to take people's lives.
Because Style is a kind, good-minded man, unlike me, who is evil and outrageous on the outside.
"Sure... that was a surprise. I'll ask him to reprimand me firmly again when I get back.... Well, the Knights Commander has already said it down..."
I laugh vaguely, too.
The chivalry captain's anger was amazing then. So much so that everyone blocked their ears even to us over the video. Some of the knights were blue even though they were not angry.
"No, I am truly sorry. I will definitely be able to tell him harshly from my side.
"Please. And, if possible, give me a password about the special abilities of the style. … I want Steele's abilities to be used only for what he wants and protects himself, not for the power of our nation if he can.
When I told him that, the vice president opened his eyes to a little surprise and finally smiled gently and said, "I'm awed." He nodded at me.
……
"Don't be ridiculous. It's a different story."
"The Freesian Knights... weren't they full of recruits and no decent replenishment?"
Looking down at the Knights of the Kingdom under the cliff, the ambushers, among them the brown-skinned man, teethed just as his teeth smashed. He was called Val. He was the only human from the Kingdom of Friesia among a group of bandits who did not belong to either neighbouring countries or the Kingdom of Friesia.
Thanks to his special abilities, which he was lucky enough to have, he was able to be in a fairly high position among the opposition groups, with less skill and head than others.
Targeting pedestrians and others on this journey, when the Royal Army came, they hid themselves, stole them quite a bit, took them away, and came successfully.
The area around here was full of cliffs and debris, and all kinds of unexpected things that lived in hidden darkness.
Human beings from the Kingdom of Friesia rarely had special abilities, and if they were lucky enough to live and catch them, they sold themselves high, and if they were from neighbouring countries, they could easily take them away or kill them because they were incompetent guys.
The turning point was a few days ago.
I thought we were traders and, as usual, the people we surrounded made us a request. They told us they wanted to crack the alliance between Friesia and their neighbors, which will take place next time. I was told that the reward would be given a considerable amount even in advance and that I would pay twice as much if I succeeded.
We were the first to ambush and capture the Knights of the Neighbourhood on their way to Friesia. I could have died a few when I dropped the big rock, Knights, even though the boulder was incompetent, alive. And then he attacked and drained them from the cliff, took them prisoner and asked them about the details, routes and dates of the recruits in the Kingdom of Friesia.
And the recruits. Most of the Knights were just dressed. You just have to drop the rock in the same way, drain it, take it prisoner and go missing.
All you have to do is kill two weakened armies and leave them alone until they are all destroyed, just to help one surviving army or the other in a place where amateurs don't seem to get out.
If the wreckage is subsequently discovered in one country or another, the rest will be self-justified by both countries to identify and contend with the other enemy.
Yet.
The Friesians, who continue to build long walls of shields from under the cliff and still fight back, have no way of running out of ammunition at all. Even though it's already a good time to start saving ammunition count, it's rather gaining momentum and doing a lot of damage here as well.
Why, I heard everything I could from the knights of my neighbor. Everything from the content of the exercise to the content of the recruit's special abilities. There was no one to build weapons or store them in large quantities. But the amount of weapons and ammunition they have is unusual, and this one is going to run out of ammo first. It's safe to some extent because we're on a cliff, and the Knights of Creatures, who have the advantage but also the special abilities, even though their opponents are recruits. If they notice this one is out of ammo, they could push it the other way. That's all there is to it.
What do you want me to do?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Val treads a lot of ground waste, then.
“Paki."
No one noticed that the ground on which he stood had anything to do with the stepping in.
The real tragedy hasn't even begun.