The Royal Army departs from the King's Capital.

Many horses, carriages. The infantry that followed.

Among them is the Rigsby Squadron, led by Wayne, of course.

Wayne follows orders, although he doesn't know what it is.

It is the army that follows above.

The journey to the West, which took a few days, went well and will enter Westin territory tomorrow.

That's what I thought.

Not until one arrow flies in.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!

Soldiers rushing out.

Lieutenant General Simon, the head of the reinforcement unit,

"Was the Westin family still betraying you? half-heartedly."

And, to myself, who came here and didn't believe it yet, I put the drink back in.

If the Westin family hadn't betrayed us, the Empire couldn't have come this far.

Even if there are fewer soldiers, they should still have enough power to defend them.

Lieutenant General Simon will issue one order after another and engage the Westin army.

The enemy is about a thousand by sight.

Besides the flag of the Westin army, I also saw the flag of the kingdom nobility.

And the flag of the Empire.

"As ordered. Shame on the kingdom!

Lieutenant General Simon threw up hatefully.

An order from the Westin army comes to the Westin family mansion.

"Report! In the Sahara Meadows east of our territory, we have fought with the Royal Army and are now dominant"

"Thank you! Back off. Good."

We knew it was coming, so it was a rush, but we were waiting to build a fort. It is only natural to be able to fight for advantage.

"We have to destroy them here because they are in the way of entering the king's capital."

says the fat old man.

This fat tecateca-faced barcode bald fat old man is the one from the Westin family.

Although it is the owner.

"You're sure you're gonna be okay, aren't you? If we fail, we're in trouble, too?

I said, a skinny man who was on the spot.

Long brown hair, a little taller than Patrick?

"Shut up! If I told you I'd get rid of your debt, it would be Baron Rigsby who said I'd cooperate in two replies!

Baron Mike von Rigsby, who shrugs his neck at the yelling voice, and three men who look anxious about it.

Needless to say, Viscount Harter and Carly, Barons of Aye.

"Our soldiers are out, we can win."

Said is Rudolf van Zabien, the mastermind of this time, the third prince of the empire, who connected the empire with the Westin family, a skinny man about 20 years old.

"That's fine, because we can't pull back anymore."

"If you win, I'll make you a proper imperial nobleman. Don't worry about it."

Rudolph with a niggling blonde blue eye.