Trinitas Mundus

September 24th at 2pm.

The first report was delivered to Fonce, the Wang capital, that regular contact with Chulock had been interrupted as the rain began to make him feel a little steamy and hot in the morning.

The Knights, who received that report, immediately reported the report to King Lionel XII.

The King immediately decided to assemble and hold consultations with the Four Dukes to prepare the Knights for their appearance.

The Knights Commander asked for permission to dispatch the Winged Lion "Griffon" squad, but the Duke of Kilgaroho, the Speaker of the Congregation against Demonic Racism, did not allow the dispatch on the grounds that it was just an interruption of regular contact.

"I hear things like this are rare. There is no need to be danced to such information. A second report will come soon. You just have to take it and let it go."

Baron Seaver Gladstone, Deputy Commander of the Knights, objects to the Duke of Augusto Kilgaroho.

"But, Duke, if it's a demonic raid, shouldn't we respond as quickly as we can? If you just skip to confirm, I don't think there's a problem."

"Remember the commotion three months ago, Gladstone. We were in too much of a hurry then. Wait for the second report. This is an order as chancellor. I do not object."

The Duke of Kilgaroho was trying to proceed with caution in order to remedy his last lapse.

Furthermore, actions to disturb the people, such as the march of the Knights, before the Fall Harvest Festival of the Great Event, have a significant impact if they were false alarms. Anxiety undoubtedly exposed the citizens to cold water for their consumption activities at the festival, further threatening to spread their reputation of being cautious.

(Last time, His Majesty did it. I won't let that happen this time. We must inform the people that the correct judgment of Non and the activity of my son Arwell saved the kingdom...)

And the Duke of Kilgaroho had a deal with the King to order the advance line to the Third Battalion.

The King had doubts about Arwell Kilgaroho's abilities, but he hoped that this failure would allow him to sharpen the power of the Kilgaroho family.

(Arwell Kilgaroho or... It was rumored that the sword arm would stand somewhat, but I also hear that there is no popularity. It's a shame to lose a battalion, but there's even a fear of civil unrest when Kilgaroho rises any more... even if he succeeds in a demonic crusade, the Arwell is the second son. If you make a scene fight with your eldest son, the power of the house will be cut off...)

The King orders Count Victor Rockletter, the Knights Commander, to put the Third Battalion ahead.

"Victor, if the demonic invasion was true, leave the advance to the Third Battalion led by Arwell Kilgaroho. I hear that he is young, but a knight of skill. Because my father, the Duke, has always told me that there is not enough experience. I'm sorry, but this is a death sentence."

"But... I have accepted my life."

Victor bows his head and hides his bitter expression.

(Duke of Kilgaroho. I don't know what you blew into His Majesty, but if this damages the kingdom, both parents and children will plead guilty... but we must avoid harm to the knights. We need to talk to Lord Braveburn...)

At the end of your previous meeting, the three former Knights of the Martial Arts, former Commander Grant Braveburn, current Commander Victor Lockletter and Deputy Commander Shiver Gladstone were discussing this matter in the Duke of Braveburn's room.

"But I can't solve His Majesty's judgment this time. What thoughts do you have, such as setting a lead over the head of Captain Victor?

Seaver asks the Duke about the king's sincerity.

"His Majesty has no sense of crisis in this invasion of the Devil Nation. Lord Kilgaroho's only eyes are on cutting off his power."

In a spit-and-drop tone, the Duke speaks for the King's thoughts.

In contrast, sue with Victor's squeezing voice.

"But I do not know that I would multiply the lives of three hundred knights for that, no, two hundred of Chulock's defensemen, or even the people to Bridgend, thousands of lives… How unreasonable is the life of His Majesty"

"I wonder if His Majesty underestimates the scale of this demonic invasion. He said he could get rid of Kilgaroho's son."

Nor does the Duke try to hide his bitter expression, but goes on to say even more.

"I'm guessing you're going to let Kilgaroho's stupid son put a handle on you and even get you up in a trail fight. That (...) Hamish is warning you. It may not be a raid of a hundred or two hundred demons... but it doesn't make a difference that it's a dead man. We have to figure out how to reduce the damage and stop the demon invasion."

They both snort loudly at the words.

"I can't move without a second report coming. But this equals time for us to take action. The second report will be sent to the investigation as early as tomorrow, if we know the details, so I'm pretty sure we'll see that we can't move for another five days. In the meantime, we have to send a credible lieutenant to the Third Battalion."

Seaver nodded at the Duke's words and began to make one suggestion.

"Why not add those who can put their credibility outside the Knights to the front lines? If this happens, it will not be against your life, but it will reduce the damage."

Victor groans, "Lord Hamish..."

"Yes, if you organize a brave martial army with mercenaries ranging from 300 to 500 centers, no matter how incompetent the Third Battalion Commander is, you won't suffer much damage."

"Right. I'll leave the matter to you."

The Duke adds to the two of them to throw up after that.

"If this were to happen, I should have banished him sooner. When the Braveburn family was" I "the Knights, the three families screwed it up, so hey, I did it, but that turned me into a vendetta."

"In any case, you have to guess who Kilgaroho doesn't breathe."

"Perhaps you've already hit your hand. Involve the Inverhollow family... Seaver, assign those who will join the Inverhollow family to the Third Battalion. Lord Brandon - Duke of Brandon Inverhollow. Forty-two year old principals with strong connections to commercial guilds and viewed by Augusta Kilgaroho as the most rival - let's talk about it from Non. He won't want to forgive Kilgaroho for winning either."

The three had decided on their subsequent response policies and, according to their respective roles, were beginning to move.

Baron Seaver Gladstone, deputy commander, was in the midst of this commotion.

(Sounds stupid. I'm exhausted with one word. Both His Majesty and the Duke of Kilgaroho turn their attention only to their own increase in power, scorning the peace of their country. If we do this, our country will be second class. I didn't know you could even understand what your own source of power was based on...... it's time for me, too, Bruno - Baron Bruno Atley. Lord of the city of Morton in the north - it might be a good idea to leave Fonce and cross over to the territory...)

With that in mind, I was immediately switching my mind to the formation of the Third Battalion.

Count Victor Rockletter, head of the Knights, had summoned Arwell Kilgarroho, head of the Third Battalion, as well as sending a messenger to Hamish Markat and mercenary guild leader Duke Selzam.

Soon Arwell appeared in the captain's office, staring at his own boss with provocative eyes.

"Kilgaroho battalion captain, his life was laid down by His Majesty. As soon as the demonic invasion is discovered, Sir will be ahead of the line. It is an important and extremely important task for our kingdom. If you fail, you can't just have Sir's neck. I think the Kilgaroho family is tired. If there's as much stray as a hairy muscle, I'll give it to His Majesty now, and you'll take your life away."

Arwell behaved in an obnoxious manner,

"Not to that. This Arwell Kilgaroho (...), wagers the honor of the house, this difficult life, must accomplish and show"

He accepts the play in the tone in which it was hung, emphasizing his family name, as if he were proud of his own origins.

"That's good. If anything happens in the east, it will all be the responsibility of the local commander. That's a yes."

For a moment I wandered into Victor's sword-soaked expression,

"Hang in Kilgaroho's name, I'll take full responsibility. I'm a young man, but I won't let you down, Captain of the Battalion."

(I'm getting drunk on myself... I'm getting more and more anxious...)

Hiding the voice of his heart, Victor commands Arwell.

"The word, it's something I'll never forget. Get ready to go. Be ready to leave as soon as you have Your Majesty's permission. It should be noted that we plan to put veterans on the deputy captain. Later, Gladstone will be notified."

"Ha! Thank you for your attention"

That's what Arwell said, and after a deep thank you, he left the captain's office.

The remaining Victor was beginning to regret not opposing the King.

(At that time, I should have objected. You will differ in your lives, knights, but it is better than losing the lives of the people. Lord Hamish, I'm sorry. Whether you want to take it or not, help my knights, the people...)

He waited for Hamish and the others to come, with jittery thoughts.

At 4 p.m., an emissary from the Knights rushed to Marcut Mercenary Corps headquarters.

Immediately put through to the captain's office, Hamish asks about the messenger's business with his deputy, Alberic Auger, and captain Gareth Ayring of the squadron most.

Enough, the messenger left in a hurry, just as he did when he came, and the three who were left were immediately beginning to consult.

"You have to take it, don't you? If it's an order in the name of a request from the Knights Commander,"

When Alberic cuts his mouth so much, Gareth looks at him with a strange face.

"Isn't this an order, not a request? I think the word" request "only came out in the mouth of the Apostle earlier. Then I suppose you have the option of saying no."

"Sure. But that would have represented Lord Victor, no, of Lord Braveburn's painful breasts. If it were an order, I would have ignored His Majesty's intention, the idea that one battalion would suffice. In the form of a request, if it is a forceful army, it is the voluntary action of the mercenaries who think of the country. Then even as a Knights, your face won't crumble. But the substance is the same as the order, as Al said. We don't have the option of not going here..."

Hamish is bitter and says so, but Gareth doesn't know why he can't say no. I saw that. I'll explain it to Alberic to supplement it.

"What do you think would happen if Hamish refused to talk about this one? First, the Third Battalion will be wiped out. Plus, Chulock's fort drops. And the villages of Millis, Bogby, and further west. If you're bad, you might even fall to the city of Bridgand."

Gareth nods, knowing that.

"And who do you think was complaining the most about that danger? Commander Hinschlwood of Chulock and Hamish here. Do you think Hamish could say no to all the damage he's done? For example, we don't have to go if the other mercenary regiments have orders. But this time, not only was the request made through the guild, but we got an immediate request from the Knights. And, probably, we know we're gonna wipe our asses, and the Knights Commander has asked us to do it. Isn't that right?

"Oh, Lord Victor must have felt painful and communicated this. But with this battle force, no, that commander will do a lot of damage. And for that, the reward is low. Even if Duke turns his hand, I don't think any other decent mercenary of ours will volunteer... if we do poorly, we should think that half of us won't be able to come home"

Gareth opened her eyes to the word, and there were no words.

"Right. This time it will take the form of a volunteer, so I can't get away with it because it's getting worse. I've asked for some really troublesome things... well, we haven't figured out the enemy's power yet, so maybe we can just have a laugh. So, what are we gonna do, Hamish?

Hamish meditates his eyes, keeping his arms together, and does not speak in silence.

And open your eyes quietly,

"Take it. No, I have to. Gareth, let me cancel the whole squad's contract. You can leave this to Duke, but tell the captains first. Tell the three of you, Al, Ash, Ray and Stella, you don't need to be in it."

"Are you sure? Regardless of Ash or Stella, Ray, you're quite a fighter. If I had that kid, I'd have magical, reversible eyes..."

After I say that, I look at Hamish's face and turn to a slightly lonely smile.

"You have no choice. Those three aren't going to make it... ok. I'll tell you what."

"I'm sorry. I'm going to the Knights headquarters."

Hamish turned to Knights headquarters, praying it was a false alarm.