"How much damage?
Clarice border, which has become an abrupt battlefield.
Unexpectedly tightly controlled, and pushed through there forcefully, Zeth one line takes a break once he makes sure there is no pursuit.
"Five broken weapons, three shallow stab wounds, and one more wounded so hard to carry."
"Well... but I guess you should say that, Lantis"
The look on Zeth's face doesn't clear, although he won an almost one-sided victory against an enemy of the same size.
"If you say so, you will be saved"
Captain Lantis of Dragoon tells Zeth that only simply as he glances at his expression like that.
And to remember a little bit, he turned one suggestion to the boy in front of him.
"If I can do that, I hope that those who are in difficulty will let me keep it in the hands of the Cremean people lurking in the Kingdom of Clarice..."
"Near here, is it the sur sole where the faithful are… it's only a little farther away"
Emiol, who had refrained next to Zeth, said so with a rugged look on his face.
And then he nodded, and Zeth turned his gaze to Lantis.
"Lantis, I heard your hope. And as far as I'm concerned..."
"Please wait, Captain."
A trembling, weak voice coming out of the rear all of a sudden.
But it was so full of determination that it prevented Zeth from speaking.
"You..."
What Lantis looked back at was nothing more than a soldier with a deep, femorally wounded subordinate, to the point where walking was also difficult.
He kneels down on the spot and begs as he walks over to Zeth, dragging his painful feet.
"Please, Master Zeth. Please accompany us to the end."
"... you may be sorry for that amount of scratches next time. Still?
"Of course it is. I've already given my life to Turkmenistan and the Church."
In response to Zeth's inquiry, the wounded soldier says so without any hesitation.
Slight silence.
And afterwards, Zeth exhaled a small sigh.
"It will be good, Lantis. Bring the other wounded here."
"Master Zeth, what the hell?
Emiol shows confusion at Zeth's unexpected remarks.
Then Zeth suddenly leaned in front of the soldier, and when he put his hand on the bandage of the red-stained femur, he uttered a worldly spell.
"Recovery"
The moment the powerful word was uttered, the soldier, with a distressed expression, instantly transformed into a surprised face.
"Or your body!? No way this"
Confused and grateful, the soldier with that mixed look stares straight at Zeth's face.
Then he smiled at Nicole.
"Hehe, you should be able to move normally by now. So I'm counting on you. Dear soldier of my dragoon."
Along with the words, the soldier kept his head down again and again until Lantis stopped, in such a way as to crawl to the ground.
That's how Zeth urges me, and at the time they head to call the other wounded soldiers, Emiol worries and speaks the boy's name.
"Dear Zeth..."
"It's okay, Emiol. There is only a small amount of interference with the system. There's no problem to this extent."
Shaking her head small, Zeth tells her so with her usual grin.
But then he turned to him, and Emiol spoke of one concern.
"but... if the enemy had netted the system, this could have been noticed"
"That's not true. Mediators are only mediators, not like us. Just like her."
To put it that way, Zeth thumbs up inside the carriage she prepared to show the merchant.
There was a dark-haired girl who pierced me, not adding anything to the earlier battle.
"... ok"
"Anyway, help me out, too. I'm not going to give them any more time. We must always take the lead on what happens."
When Zeth tells him so, Emiol nods one as she shows her stray.
And soon their march resumed.
The West Lands to Aim for...... Towards Lemuriak.
"So, what kind of blow is it? I didn't know you could come all this way to visit me."
Calowin, who returned to his room after the meeting, asks visitors who do not expect him to shrug his shoulders lightly.
Then the magnificent man standing in front of him returned another inquiry, ignoring his words.
"What do you think of him?
"... hero. I can't think of any other adjectives."
Honestly, no matter how many adjectives you overlap, I don't think he can properly describe that brunette guy thing. That's why he dared to choose the simplest word.
"That's right. But as a human being, he's a lazy loser. That's better than that."
"That's how he runs around without even taking a break. That's an anomaly."
In a lightly joked tone, Calowyn answers so.
Then the man standing in front of him exhaled small.
"That's right. So, when this battle is over, I just want to give him a break."
"... I see. So you came to me, Prince Noyne."
Noin's words now and his visit.
Understanding what it means, Calowin turns his rugged gaze to the man in front of him.
"Can't you?
"My country is a democracy. Even if I snort alone, that is not the view of the country. That's what's different from your country, next emperor which"
With a little sarcasm, Calowyn tells that to the man who tries to bring in the challenge.
In contrast, Noyne, on the contrary, let him wave a little spice of sarcasm and respond to Calowyn's words.
"Oh, I know. Conversely, no matter how much the people of our country wish to take him in and make him an instrument of war, he cannot do so unless I shake his head. Wouldn't you?
"... right. Let's admit it."
"This means that sovereign judgment is important. And in your country, there is one human being who can direct the judgment of a sovereign. There was a man on the Tormenian front."
Yes, the man who undoubtedly stands in front of Noin is a hero of the country.
It was nothing short of a national hero, who defended Kisletin, who was in distress, along with Western heroes.
But Calowyn, who is the one, merely smiles at such an assessment of himself.
"The delicious part was taken by him, so it's supposed to be like a sidekick."
"But the people will never forget the existence of their own heroes. Anyway, he wouldn't have won without you. I bet you are."
"I don't deny it. I'm so proud of my power."
It was Calowyn's insistence and, at the same time, pride.
"That's fine. And on top of that, I'm going to ask you again to make a basement."
When you speak that far, Noyne stops the word once. And after taking a beat, he cut to the point where he had visited this room.
"Peace... I want you to bridge a formal peace treaty. of your country and ours."
The moment the word is uttered, Calowin is also slightly breathtaking. And immediately, he turned his exploratory gaze to the man in front of him.
"... Thought the empire's grief was for continental unity?
"I don't deny it. But in any case, can we unify the area where he is? Until he dies."
"It's like you want something enduring again."
Based on the current age of the brunette man, it was clear that was not a short-term one.
That's why Calowin, having trouble answering, buys time for thought by spinning light mouths.
But he turned to him like that, and Noyne let the arrows approach him early.
"So, how's the response going? Chief of Integrated Staff which"
"... fine. Let's take it. But after it's all over."
Kisletin is less affected by the civil war today.
In other words, as a national power, we were clearly in a situation of worshipping the post-dust of the empire.
That's why it's never a bad story...... that was the conclusion Calowyn made.
Meanwhile, Calowyn's verbal noise opens its mouth to bitter laughter.
"After everything...? Well, you're absolutely right. What can you announce before the battle, such as the Empire and the Republic embarking on peace for Yui Istarz's vacation?"
"Of course I have that, but I have a lot of difficulty hand-winning. But the trouble is, Mr. President, how are you going to push it?"
Thinking of Feliam, who would continue to blur in the back of his brain, Calowin told him that his mouth seemed slightly distorted.
And as he walks over to Noin, he offers his right hand.
"I'll leave my back to you this time, Prince Noyne."
"I'm hoping. for the post-war period, we'll do our best, Calowyn Cleftberg which"
The Kelm Empire and the Republic of Kisletin, which have never shown a step before.
The hands of two great powers, representing the western part of the continent, with different doctrines and claims, were to be exchanged here for the first time.