Two days before Ardis and Rona headed to King's Capital.
When Ardis was still escorting Michelles to the village, the news of the "Tria Marquis, Flip the Anti-Flag" spread and upset.
"Ku...... Why did the Tria Marquis..."
A young man dressed in a luxurious (shabby) outfit in front of Moore flaunts his neat face.
But where the expression was slightly distorted, its noble site (but not at all), which had been decided to stand on a person by birth, was not compromised.
"Besides, the newspaper arrived at the castle last night, and I didn't know it would spread under the castle in less than a whole day... Don't you have a lot of information control?"
To the young man who reveals his frustration and throws up, Moore returns the words in a floating tone.
"I suppose you're laying down a motto. Well, I don't want to spread the word, but I don't think so for you."
"I suppose that means the kingdom is played by the cat of the Tria Marquis."
"That's no choice, young lady. Until yesterday, we were on our side, so even the kingdom-bearing cats who were working in the defense would have been the Trier Marquis cats."
"I know."
You say that in your mouth, but your expression doesn't hide out the bitterness.
I felt the immaturity of a young man called the young lady there, and Moore managed to do so, too, as she was about to have a raw, warm grin.
The young man facing Moore is the son of the Duke of Nilesteria, or Minerva's brother.
He was the one who kept the Duke's home away now that the Duke was on his way to the border as general of the Royal Army.
Over a few seconds of silence, a young man asks Moore.
"Do you think it was in response to the rebellion of the Tria Marquis, the invasion of the Empire?
"Eighty-nine out of ten. I guess. I don't think we'll succeed in dealing with the entire Royal Army where only the Tria Marquis disobeyed us in normal times. First time is too good."
"Right. You should think I've been watching this opportunity for a long time."
Moore recalls the war four years ago as he snorted (nodding) at the youth's words.
Think about it. The movement of the Tria Territorial Army was strange even then.
A sudden shift in the name of rescuing the main force in front of a situation of disadvantage.
Because of this, the kingdom's left-wing forces were to be destroyed, but the then Torian army was hardly damaged (like this).
Even though the loss was already a decisive circumstance, in some cases it would be an act that could be considered a pre-enemy escape.
But it was long overdue to stand up and condemn the prince who was in the main army more than there was before.
As a result, only Tria, among the kingdoms, was able to maintain an army of the same size as before the war.
Strangely enough, as other Royal armies withdrew and were attacked by Imperial Army ambushes causing much damage, only the Torian Army was able to return through the net.
Now that I think about it, I guess I've been going through the Imperial Army since then.
If the Imperial Army hadn't made a sudden retreat and were marching straight to the King's Capital, I'm sure Tria would have turned the anti-flag in response.
"You can't be holding hands anyway. I climb the castle and respond.
"Then I'll put on Jake and Endri"
The Duke's next lord headed to the royal castle, taking two of his handlers with him among the escorts employed by the Duke's family.
His return to the Duke's mansion comes at a late hour when the date tries to change.
"We're going to send out an army of interceptions"
When the returning son called Moore and the Deacon to the clerk's office, he told him that was the best way to open the door.
"Do we have to cage castles?
"No matter how unexpected things may be, the Kingdom's prestige cannot be preserved by endangering the castle. There will also be unrest on the front lines facing the Imperial Army."
That's what the prince answers to Moore's question.
Certainly would be right.
We will not have reached the missile yet, but tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, we will receive this report to the front.
Then the frontline officers shouldn't mind.
In some cases, there may be movement just in the reports of the Tria Marquis rebellion.
No, if the Empire and the Tria Marquis are connected behind it, the Imperial Army will undoubtedly move.
Besides, if the King's capital were to be besieged, the Royal Army would undoubtedly float.
To minimize the impact on the front line, it is never a bad idea to intercept the Tria army before it comes to the King's Capital.
It is a tactically bad or strategically or politically unavoidable choice.
"Fortunately in the midst of misfortune, there are currently about a thousand and five hundred soldiers in the Wang capital combined with the leadership that arrived yesterday. It will take several advantages over the thousand of trias."
"Are you emptying the king's capital?
The Deacon rounds his eyes in surprise.
"I had to. Of course, a small number of defensemen and guards will be left behind, but it is not a situation that can be spared. If we can't prevent the Triad, we will lose both battles against the Empire."
I also have to convince Moore to talk about the prince.
But the deacon accidentally lost his voice to the words that followed.
"I'm supposed to be on the line as a lieutenant general, too"
"Become...!?
When the Lord is in battle, it cannot be normal to drive him to battlefield until he is picked up.
Because if anything happens, it could mean cutting off blood lines.
"Why should even young people be in formation now that my husband is on the front line!?
"I don't want to leave any house. Well, I know how you feel."
"Then we need to get it out of the Duke's house."
"The Duke of Nilesteria is a royal house."
The son of a deacon says that he blocks (whispers) his words.
"I also have the right to inherit the throne. That's why, unlike other houses, you're not allowed to run away"
"It is the duty of those who draw the blood of the royal family," the prince said as he told himself.
"If that's what you're saying, the royal family is..."
Are you not convinced, yet again the prince blocks the words of the deacon who tries to continue.
"Don't say it. You can't be forgiven for speaking like a royal family under your command."
He turned a rugged gaze at the deacon with a stronger tone than earlier.
You just reflected that it was disrespectful, the deacon bows his head.
"... I have stated that I have gone too far. Forgive me."
"Oh, be careful in the future"
Moore opened his mouth, considering we were done talking.
"When are you out?
"It's noon tomorrow."
"That's also..., not to be busy"
"Originally, wartime meant it was ready in itself. No one thought we were going north."
"Are you sure you want to recognize that I will accompany you, too?
"No, I'll have the guard captain stay. Keep it down so my sister won't be impotent."
You mean "escort", right?
The prince replied with a bitter laugh to Moore, who dared to throw the confirmation question.
"And then the escort, too. The main task is to make sure that old lady doesn't jump out with her sword. That's about as good as a security captain, isn't it?
"It's hard to deny it."
Minerva as my real brother would have told me terribly, but sadly I don't have enough material to deny it.
Moore, on the contrary, even the deacon has a bitter laugh.
Two years earlier, Ardis was away from the King's Capital.
Minerva didn't neglect his workouts when his guide was gone.
For what it's worth, her sword moves are gradually becoming more sophisticated.
If you're not as good as Moore, a common mercenary or soldier can fight each other. No, I can do it.
Though it is not uncommon for a mercenary or explorer to have a sword-wielding woman, Minerva is an aristocratic lady.
It is also a nobleman, a duke's maid.
Has he already given up his marriage or encouraged him to sharpen his swordsmanship as he reopened it, and now he wasn't even trying to hide it around him.
It is the end of those who say, "Lady of Swordsmanship, Madness," and so on, in the shadows.
At the moment, it would be the biggest problem plaguing the head of the Duke of Nilesteria.
The next day, the prince went out with the Royal Army one thousand and three hundred.
It's somewhat advantageous on this side in terms of force, but it's advantageous to an extent that it flips easily depending on the course of battle.
More than half of Moore's men are also out as guards for the prince.
All that remains is the minimum number of people needed to guard the mansion and escort Minerva.
"Oh man. It's not like I like the battlefield, but I wonder which is easier to ramble around on the battlefield without thinking about being swept up by a lady"
Minerva had a much more actionable personality than before, although he had gained serious strength.
I guess it's also working in a bad direction that he's giving up his path as a noble courtier.
Now she's transformed into a girl so active that it bothers Moore's head.
After dropping off the prince's appearance for routine business, Moore woke up last to sleep sighing during the time before dawn when the sky was still dark.
It is not a natural awakening.
Crisis detection abilities accumulated over years of experience force them to hinder sleep.
"What, what?
In a rapidly awakening consciousness, Moore wakes herself up stirred by an unsaid sense of impatience.
When I almost unconsciously check my gear, I wear a sword and leave the bedroom.
There is nothing strange about the condition of the mansion.
Moore sharpens his senses as he sometimes differs from those who are hitting the night police.
"That doesn't feel right."
The kind of moisturizing discord and discomfort you feel when you are thrown into a demonic nest, like you feel during a losing battle.
But there is peace in the mansion itself.
Eventually Moore's feet head outside the mansion to the lookout tower a little further away.
Instinct, not reason, begs you to look wider and farther.
The discomfort of entering the tower of sight and continuing to complain all the way up the long stairs pushed his back.
What's the matter, Captain?
As I climb the lookout tower, my men on a surveillance mission look at me wondering.
"No, kind of."
Moore looks around in vague (ambiguous) reply.
It was quiet.
Wang Du, whose morning market is not yet open either, has such a calm look that it does not make him feel that this is a time of war.
The city, which would eventually leave at night and become progressively more vibrant if the sky began to whiten, was now still in its sleep.
"Nothing, huh?...... hmm?
I couldn't find an anomaly anywhere, and something moved at the edge of my sight as Moore tried to get down the lookout tower.
"The sea?"
In that direction is the ocean that spreads everywhere.
When Moore glances at the fishing boat, the unlikely sight begins to emerge.
A giant ship emerged from beyond Asaya.
Hull huge enough to drive distance insane, something Moore has never seen before.
That's not one or two, either.
More than fifty ships lined up and headed this way, even counting.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
Moore panicked when he saw the flag flying on the ship.
"And the flag of the Imperial Army......!
similarly mouth the fact that his men, who saw the fleet, remained watchful.
As he put it, the giant ship was filled with the military flag of the Ermenian Imperial Army.
The two were flabbergasted, but soon Moore yells at me as he returns, slapping his men hard on the back.
"Don't get bogged down, wake them all up! And all the servants!
"Yes!
Moore turned again to the sea as he glanced behind his men as they rushed down the lookout tower to fall.
The convoy is headed straight this way.
It's not Moore who doesn't know what that means.
"Shit, that's what I'm talking about."
It was also only a matter of a few moments before I bit my lips and showed a bitter face.
Moore immediately followed his men down the lookout tower.