Trinitas Mundus

Even after King Lionel XII left the tent, Ray continued to treat the seriously wounded. When the healing magic is finished hanging on the sixth seriously wounded, the magic reaches the bottom.

(Three hours, no, I'd like to take two hours off. But there are still a lot of seriously injured people... let me lay down somewhere for about thirty minutes...)

When he went to the edge of the tent where the wounded were, he rolled to the ground to fall.

(You're hungry. With that said, I haven't eaten anything since I had breakfast. But it's a hundred million bucks to go eat...)

As he lay down and began to utter, one knight rang out abusively.

"Your Majesty calls for you. Follow me."

Ray doesn't know what he's talking about, and when he's confused, the knight goes into an even more high-pressure attitude: "Don't guzzle."

"It's a different person. He's just a mercenary healer..."

"Yes, I am willing to keep His Majesty waiting! Come with me!

Coincidentally, Nigeth Leland, the former deputy captain of the Third Battalion, who saw the sight, breaks in.

"This man has been in battle for two whole days and continues to carry healing magic until he falls. Watch your language!

The Kingsguard knight realizes that his opponent is the Deputy Battalion Commander of the Knights of the Springs, frightened for a moment,

"It is the life of His Majesty. As soon as this man's hand is free, we must take him to Your Majesty."

Ray pressed Leland, who also tried to shelter him, and said, "Okay. I need guidance," he says, bowing his head.

Their speech was also in the ears of the wounded.

For the wounded, Ray was not only a comrade whose hero, Hamish, trusted and contributed oddly to the victory, but also a comrade who fought together on the front lines and even whipped and treated his tired body.

They were sympathetic to Ray and staring at the Kingsguard knights under the King's command.

Leland realizes and worries about it.

(Stupid thing. I heard this man worked comparable to Lord Markat. And yet, Your Majesty... what are you thinking...)

Leland worried about Ray being taken by the Kingsguard knights and went after them.

He arrived in front of the king's tent, but the king has been in consultation with the Knights chiefs, and Ray will be waiting in front of the tent.

Leland asks me to give him a break until the consultation is over, but the Kingsguard knights don't try to work with him.

"We can't keep His Majesty waiting. Civilians were summoned by His Majesty. No more honor."

After I cut the word here, I didn't even try to hide the look of contempt.

"Let me advise you, though it is in the hands of the Deputy Battalion Commander of the Knights of the Springs, that the knighthood without a title is not on track."

Leland's anger explodes into the word.

"Do you understand this situation! The title is useless on the battlefield!

"I am Theodore Moorehead of the Viscount Moorehead family, which brings me to the Duke of Kilgarroho's house. Say battlefield, but this is in front of His Majesty. Follow the instructions of our Kingsguard."

The appearance had begun with the knights and had also entered the eyes of the prostitutes.

Ray was stunned by the narrowness and narrowness of the field of view of the Kingsguard knight named Moorhead.

(Don't you notice when you look at the body of the oak? It was the prostitutes, the mercenaries of the civilians who defended this place... not this country. Senior nobles, and kings......)

6pm.

As the Rays were outside the tent and waited about thirty minutes, Victor Rockletter, the Knights Commander, came out.

Then, find Ray standing unattended outside the tent.

He wonders if Ray came up with something and came to advise himself, and he speaks up.

"What's the matter with you? You come up with something to put on record?

Ray smiles bitterly and says, "No, actually..." but Moorehead interrupts beside him.

"Your Majesty has summoned this man, so we have kept him waiting here. The mercenary character of civilians must not keep His Majesty waiting."

Victor learned a strong anger at Moorhead's words. And he stiffened his fist, his shoulders trembling in small pieces.

"Do you know what this person did! How much this man has done for us..."

Moorehead wanders into Victor's wrath, but soon returns to his grumpy demeanor.

"It is a natural duty for civilians to do what they do to us. Well, it's natural for mercenaries to fight according to contract. What are you talking about? Now, if you'll excuse me, please hurry."

That's all Moorehead says, he goes in to flee to the king's tent.

The remaining form of Victor was about to despair of Moorhead and the king who ordered it.

(I don't know how much Ray contributed for my country. I have to say something here...)

When Moorehead returns and Ray is called inside, Victor follows suit.

The king was surprised that the Knights Commander came in shortly after he had finished his consultations.

"It's Victor. Was there something I forgot to tell you?

"No, Your Majesty asked me to summon this Ray Arklight, and I came back to ask why"

The king questioned that Victor, the chief of the Knights, knew about Ray, a mercenary of a suicide, but the matter quickly disappeared from his head.

"Oh, this man is a brilliant healer and thinks his armor resembles that of Luke's Holy Knight. I was just wondering, so I thought I'd talk to you."

Victor is stunned by the words, but immediately gets to one knee and begins to speak with a serious look.

"I give it to Your Majesty. This Ray Arklight, along with that Hamish Markat, fought through a fierce battle that lasted two days. With this youthfulness, to the end in that death-smelling battlefield... that's not all. In this situation, which would be tiring in battle and even painful to stand on, he kept eating up his teeth and hanging his healing magic for the treatment of his comrades. I didn't know I was going to let that person stand outside, just... just calling him for that reason, without words of labor..."

Victor is about to lose his word over his master's much pity.

"Sire, it is the soldiers who fight. Stop treating the young men whom their soldiers have trusted and who have deposited their lives roughly. The Little Officer will bet the Knights Commander's Imperial Seal on His Majesty."

The king panics when he hears that the chief of the knighthood will bet his position.

"The rest are not going to treat him roughly."

"Then give this man rest. To the brave men who protected this place, who saved the crisis in the kingdom, at least...... at least with that degree of mercy. Give it to him."

To Victor's spicy remark at what time, the king wandered.

(What's Victor mad about? Didn't the rest just try to give you words? Or did Theodore do something...)

"Theodore, what have you done?"

Theodore Moorehead draped her head deep,

"As Your Majesty commanded, I made sure that the hand of this arc-light man was empty, and I brought him with me immediately. It is the mercenaries, the civilians, who can only fight it too, who will soon be given the word in front of His Majesty. A truly unexpected grace. I told you to thank me with all my heart. What's the problem..."

Victor suppresses his anger at the words and pinches his mouth.

"What this man said was heard not only by the soldiers of the Knights, but also by the prostitutes. The result will be known tomorrow morning when His Majesty shows himself to you. And when you return to the king's capital, you will regret what you have done today."

The king understood what Victor was going to say.

(At the corner, the rest of us worked the soldiers, but this man ruined the Kilgaroho Gate...)

"It's Arklight. I did something I'm sorry about. Those who do not understand the rest of their thoughts seem to have bothered them. Victor, what do you think we should do with the rest?

"I don't know. The dwarf is just a samurai. May I rest him, then?"

Victor pierced his faceless expression and let Ray stand and exit.

The remaining king feels he has lost the trust of the Knights Commander, who should have been loyal, and enters the chair.

"What was wrong with the rest... if we lose Victor, we also lose Lord Braveburn's support. Perhaps the support of the people will also be lost. What do I do with the rest..."

No one had anything to answer his question.

Ray looked at the scene played out in front of him like some other HR.

(Did the Knights captain limit himself to the king? Still, are there no decent people around the king?

And I realize that my existence is going to be one of the causes of the conflict.

(Assuming I'm the cause of the Knights captain's exclusion of kings, it might be dangerous to be in this country... I don't like getting caught up in every country. The Kilgaroho family is going to do something too...)

And think about the Hamish, who are based in the King's Capital.

(Mr. Hamish's work should be spread by the prostitutes. Originally, it's a popular Mr. Hamish, so detailed stories will be spread. At that time, if the story of that Kingsguard knight spreads... with me, Mr. Hamish would also be annoyed. The Marcut Mercenaries were cozy, but I guess I'll have to get out of this country......)

The tired and paralyzed head had refused to think any further.

(I don't care now. Don't worry about Stella more than that......)

After exiting the king's tent, he thanked Viktor, who seemed sorry, and Ray tried to return to the tent where the wounded were.

Along the way, Hamish and Ashley, who worried about him, spoke up and were once taken to the tent of the prostitutes.

Hamish, the captain of the regiment, said nothing, but his men, the captains, especially Valeria Harvey of the Fifth Squad, were absurd in their voices, without concealing their indignation.

"What's that fucking knight thinking! This is how much Ray thinks he's done... Captain, let's leave this country and move to Fortis - where the mercenaries are, where the mercenary guild is headquartered. Not in this country."

Many young people synchronize with the word.

whereas Hamish did not break his hard expression,

"I'm not talking about this right now. Now rest."

As I rebel against the word, when Valeria tries to exhort him, reports come in that Lazareth Duwell, captain of the third squad, has returned.

"Mr. Lasalles! The captain is back!

As the youthful mercenaries of Squad Three roll in, rushing into the tent, they all rise.

Lazareth kneels before Hamish with Stella as she draws her tired body.

As if to tell the story of the fierce battle between the two, both Lazareth's leather armor and Stella's leather armor, which was glowing green, bathed in the blood of the oaks and was increasingly black and dirty.

"Captain Three, Lazareth Dawell and enemy commanders have completed their raid and rear disturbance missions and returned."

Hamish said, "Thank you!," he said, causing Lazareth to stand on his knees and hold his shoulders.

"Get some rest. I will hear the report tomorrow. Now get some rest."

Lasalles nodded and then found Alberic, giving him a horrible look.

"Was Al safe, too? That's great... I lost Renzi."

Alberic quietly placed his hand on his shoulder,

"It wasn't weird to wipe it all out. It's a miracle you and Stella were safe."

Ray approached Stella, who refrained behind Lasalles,

"Good day. Are you hurt? If you do, I'll fix it."

Stella kneels down immediately and begs him for forgiveness.

"I went out on my own without forgiveness. Besides... we were unable to protect Master Renzi..."

"I've never had a choice. Besides, I guess that's what you thought for yourself, huh? That's fine. What about Mr. Renzi..."

That's all we talked about, and Lazareth said,

"I'm responsible for Renzi. Renzi used to run into enemies to help me. Stella chose to protect me on Renzi's orders. So I'm not responsible for this guy. Know what I mean."

"... Yes. But you'll never see Mr. Renzi again, will you? With everyone else..."

Hearing Renzi's death, death becomes perceived as a reality in Ray.

(I didn't feel everyone's death was real because I was desperate to survive until now... I heard that neither Norma nor Troy of the Fifth Squad died. There's more... yet, I should have wanted to be alive, but here it is...)

Ashley realizes that Ray's condition has changed.

(It could crumble like this...)

"Ray, get some rest. Thank you, Stella. Captain, I'm taking Ray and Stella, okay?

Hamish nodded loudly at Ashley's words,

"You've all done well. Get some rest today. I don't mind drinking. A rare experience, such as drinking at the Knights of the Springs escort. Let the other soldiers drink as much as they please."

Hamish said so in a slightly restful tone to sound cheerful. The mercenaries around them were surprised that the leader of the regiment, who most hated to be caught off guard on the battlefield, allowed him to drink in the camp.

"Hamish's forgiveness came out. Anyone who can move can go to Heavy Corps and grab the barrel!

When Alberic said that to follow Hamish, the air in the field soothed at once.

Ashley does not join that circle, but takes Ray to a quiet tent.

"I'm alive. Stella is alive, too. And, Ray, you're alive, too. Don't even think about it now. Sleep tight..."

She hugged him from behind and whispered so many times in her ear.

He hears only the words and meditates his eyes quietly.

Immediately the sleeper appeared and lured him to sleep.

Stella sat next to Ashley and Ray, staring at them both.

(I can't get in between these people. But I can't leave. Is it true what Lazareth said? Can I be the one these people need? But......)

Stella was also tired of the battle since last night, which was unusual for her and she immediately let go of consciousness.