Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

One bag apiece.

Although not big, a group carrying a small bag apart from their normal luggage set out to be pushed back in the morning sun.

"You're small but heavy..."

"Is yours powder? Mine's gonna hurt my back armor."

"It's my bag... could it be meat?

The soldiers follow the leading horseback riding as they speak hiccups.

I don't think I can help but want to chat. The usage has been explained, but you will be marched with something weird.

And you're not that far away, fighting the opponent, the sorcerer and the warcraft, who would be more obnoxious than humans.

Those who are somewhat accustomed to crusading will wonder if what they have really helps.

Even for me, this is an operation called "What if it works", so I can't say for sure, so I can't get rid of their anxiety.

I'm borrowing a man's clothes and letting Mr. Cain ride his horse.

He wrapped a chain around his hand and held a stone pendant, exploring the direction in which the magician was located.

"Keep it straight..."

Mr. Cain, who picks up the words I snap, tells the other knights to modify their path.

That's how I felt pretty close to the streets a few hours away from the castle.

I only know the orientation, so I decided to take the route to follow through the woods, but thanks to it I was able to see the enemy first from a small cliff about two back-lengths of a person.

"There he is..."

A whisper conveys the discovery, and the soldiers are also confirming the appearance of the enemy as they align for the attack.

I guess it's going down the street mainly because it's hard for old magicians and the five soldiers surrounding them to act. Breaking through the woods is heavy labor. I guess you're also thinking about encountering a warcraft that hasn't been accidentally manipulated.

It's just a lot of Warcraft.

Usually about thirty, but I wonder if they have fifty this time. I have an equal number of both wind wolves and empty jellyfish. Maybe, until now, he's just kept his powers warm, and manipulating fifty is the limit of that old magician.

But because of the mixed forces, from time to time, the warcraft seemed to start moaning with each other.

... Sounds like the magicians are holding them back, but they are still the ones who have been competing for survival, so the Warcraft's desire to get rid of them sometimes seems to erupt.

Eventually, the magician had the wind wolf ahead of him, positioning the empty jellyfish slightly rearward, and they had reassembled themselves into further rear-chasing shapes.

Shit, I think.

If I looked back at Mr. Cain immediately, he would have guessed what he would have done in the future, too. I turned my horse around and tried to get away from a squad led by Alan.

"Chiara."

Alan calls me that.

"Take ten horsemen"

"Yeah, but"

If you take as many as ten knights, the number of soldiers will decrease. Neither a wind wolf nor an empty jellyfish would have such a low cliff. Will it be okay to deal with an unprecedented number of warcraft, which could soon become a White Soldier War?

"A knight is the best way to deal with a human soldier. And it would also be easy for a knight to cope with a sorcerer's attack."

Surely Alan is right.

"Thank you, Mr. Chiara."

Cain tells me to lend him the knight.

"I'm in trouble if you don't... I don't know what Reggie's gonna say"

Alan's will recommend it even more. When I hear the word Reggie, I just feel like I can't cut it off, either.

Reggie didn't look good in the end for me leaving like this. I would be pissed off too if I left with a major injury.

We agree between those who don't like getting Reggie a novel from each other. I just had a few fewer people and decided to rent five horsemen. There are also five enemy soldiers protecting the sorcerer, so that number would suffice.

We'll make a quick detour around the cliff to the streets.

In the meantime Alan was ready to attack.

Several people sprinkled the contents of the bag under the cliff, and the archers led arrows to the bow - shooting simultaneously.

The Warcraft just noticed the bows and arrows that drew parabolas and fell.

The wind wolf simultaneously runs out toward the Alans, who unleashed their bows, and the empty jellyfish begin to move fluffy.

(I knew you were on guard...)

Exactly, the soldiers, they couldn't leave the old mage behind. We caught an old magician by accident, so I guess he thought he'd come after us again.

In order to cover the back, it is necessary to determine the timing.

As we descend from the horse at a remote location, we hide in the woods to check on the enemy.

The wind wolves who were ahead were already approaching the bottom of the cliff. As he tried to climb up, he began to roam the scene like the wind wolves had roamed.

What they care about and smell is meat.

This is what Alan sent to the soldiers to sprinkle.

Eventually, the Wind Wolves decided to make their meals a priority rather than rushing to Alan and the others.

"Hey, why aren't the wolves moving?

"I'm so confused!

An old magician and pedestrian-style enemy soldiers make a scene in this situation.

When I saw it, I thought it was a shame.

I knew the Warcraft was being manipulated, and I was guessing why.

Maybe the Warcraft was drunk of that red drink, just like the sorcerer's scum. And tied to the same constraints as the teacher relationship. I wonder if they are obeying.

Then how can it not be as sandy as a sorcerer's crunch? I think that's because the Warcraft was originally close to being like a sorcerer. I guess it's a body that can use witchcraft without having to take the stone of the covenant into its body.

So it will not become sand and die. But will you begin to listen to the orders of the sorcerer who took in the same stone?

But with a small amount of contract stone, it should be difficult to make it as enforceable as a mentorship. Then... you can't beat the greed you need to live?

As expected, the wolves prioritized appetite.

I mean, it's a demon. I didn't really care about the meal or anything. Wolf disappointment is amazing. I'm drinking a chunk of meat that's not very big.

Alan attacked first with an arrow, aiming somewhat at at where he had eaten.

There are a few wolves who were caught off guard by the meat, and the arrows stab them and they can't move.

But being attacked diverted the wolves' feelings from their appetite. He runs up a cliff and tries to hit Alan and the others.

The werewolves who jumped up using the power of the wind - jumped too far over Alan's head.

The wind wolf himself splashed his legs like a little, and still managed to land, but the upset and delayed action makes the delay conspicuous in responding to the soldiers led by Alan.

"You're doing well"

To Mr. Cain's whisper, I nodded.

"I didn't think you were such a Dompisha"

When they seeded it, they put ore powder and cakera in the meat.

It is a crystalline mine occasionally used by magicians as a mediator to use wind-breaking magic. I gained this knowledge from the diary of a lord several generations ago, which was in the library of the castle of the Evral Border Uncle.

The Warcraft the sorcerer was collecting had a pattern.

It's all from an attribute that causes wind. Wind wolves, empty jellyfish, both do.

And the Wind Wolf lives near where this ore is mined. The Wind Wolf regularly grabs this stone and maintains the power to cause the wind.

So the idea was to overdose this ore, which is mediated by the Warcraft.

Mediation using too much ingested witchcraft. I wondered if magic would run wild because of it.

But there was also the possibility of failure.

At that time, reduce only the number of Warcraft and retreat once. Then I decided to rebuild my attitude and attack again.

As expected, my mouth angle rises.

The old magician, who saw something wrong with the wind wolf, rushed the empty jellyfish towards him.

But sprinkle the powdered crystal mine over you. It may have taken me the longest to prepare this. It was helped by a collapsible ore.

I guess the sky jellyfish used their magic for floating forces, and this one was confused that they were rising too high in the sky without adjusting the height, or coming down enough to install it on the ground.

Sky jellyfish fearful of long tentacles and thorns to challenge the melee, but thanks to their confusion that way, the archers are able to shoot down one after the other.

The fallen jellyfish are bumpy and have to shoot more arrows to stab a stop. But Alan wasn't there, making shooting down what was floating a priority.

Even if you can't defeat them completely, if you can disable them, that's enough.

In this situation, it was the old magician who was in the first hurry.

"Wow, I'm getting away with this!

"Hey!"

One of the soldiers catches the old magician who tried to flip away.

"Though the contract would be different!

"This isn't a breach of contract. Wow, I just need to collect the Warcraft again and get here? Hiccup."

"But we can't make it to the main unit's actions!

"But it's true we don't have enough pawns..."

Confused at once, the enemy began to speak separately between those who wanted to flee and those who could not escape.

We go in there.

An enemy soldier noticed close by pulls out his sword, but it's too late.

I can slash you down with Mr. Cain's flash.

I'm going to flinch in the blood, but now it's time to defeat the sorcerer.

Four other soldiers were also defeated by knights who were acting together while eating up their teeth.

Not long after what happened, the old magician had a flashy look on his face.

But it leaks laughter.

"Hiccup. This is a shame. Thanks to you, I am free. Uhihihi."

"... what do you mean?

The old magician blinks when he looks at me asking from behind Mr. Cain.

"You know, the other day, lady? Uhihi. I'll tell you what, because I don't need to be hostile anymore. I got this job in exchange for medicine for my own disease. The deal was to attack Evrard's castle and not hurt them."

That said, the old magician takes up the luggage of one of the enemy soldiers who fell nearby.

"You just have to have this medicine. I will no longer be your enemy. Farewell, Ichich."

An old magician who laughs floats. Wind magic.

"Ma, wait! That makes sense! If I let you go free, you'll attack the castle!

The knight on this side screamed, but the old magician just laughed hyo-hyo-hyo-hyo.

But the laugh broke abruptly.

A flying arrow pierced the shoulder of an old magician.