The distance from the Elf Garden to Elven Gast is supposed to take nearly a day on foot, but the Elf Garden, Elven Gast and most of the trees are already broken and fall, so they don't disturb their vision.

And my flesh, reinforced by physical strengthening magic up to hundreds of times that of an ordinary person, is moving at sound speed.

In a few minutes, he captured Ermpeia's army in sight.

"- Well..."

I'm equipped with a mask.

And weave a black cape.

"Let's go!

The magic of exploration (search) confirms that the army of Ermpeia is a million.

I admire the fact that it's a well-scratched collection, but, well, depending on how the opponent gets out, it's going to be a fight, so a good number of people are going to expose the body.

I pause in a position where even the average person can see me with my naked eye.

Then I said, "- What!? From the elf garden -" I hear you say.

Apparently, you discovered something about this one.

Probably an advance soldier, but my gaze quickly focuses on me when one soldier realizes what I look like.

"From here on out, it will be the place where His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Yuzeu, Lord Ermpeia, is in formation! What are you doing, you're getting closer to me!

One -, a 50-year-old man with a mustache wearing a red plate mail clearly different from the average soldier - talks to me though.

"I am Yuma the Demon King! From here, first - if you want to step inside the Elf Garden, you will fight me, but do you want to fight me!

"Demon King or Yuma? What the hell are you talking about..."

"To say that you have attacked the Elf Garden in our territory would mean that all Elves and Erin Feet have been turned against the enemy as well!

"Seriously! I have no idea what you're talking about. My name is Bates and I'm an S-rank adventurer. Now, the Ermpeia army is confused and the chain of command is not working."

"Hmm? What do you mean?

These guys say they've been attacking elf gardens instead of fighting the Ulysses until earlier, but they don't know what that means to have a chaotic chain of command.

"- So it's okay that you're the representative of the Elf Garden?

Bates talks to me half-heartedly.

I have no choice but to snort at that word.

I'm supposed to be here to fight, but it's a damn shoulder watermark.

"- Then wait there for a while! I'll get confirmation from the main unit. Don't let anyone else in this painful outfit get their hands on you! Only strength is real."

That's a lot of rude talk.

I'm dying to hit you once.

Still, what's going on?