Wortenia Senki (WN)

The battle on the outskirts of Ipilos, which began with the declaration of true war by Ryo Mitsuzai, was beginning to show a different development than the thoughts of the Earl of Salzberg's army.

Initially, they thought that before the coalition of the ten northern houses that would house northern Roselia, the army of the Godzilla would be defeated.

Of course, that's not just what the nobles call a chunk of voter consciousness, it's for quite a good reason.

The sun has been shallow since the Waltenia Peninsula was given a unique territory where no one is present. And above all, the peculiar origins that the man who says Ryo Mitsuzai was originally not even a Roselian national, rather than just a civilian.

No matter which of them you take, if you try to be the nobles of the ten northern families, you will not stir up vigilance as their own enemies.

Nonetheless, it should be noted that the war situation remained rigid even after ten days had already passed since the two began to exchange spears on the plains outside Ipilos.

"You son of a bitch! You always skip this guy all you want!

The mansion of the Earl of Salzberg stands in the centre of Ipilos. A fierce curse echoes in one of the rooms.

Roberto's brains dyed bright red in the face. There is an obvious appearance of an earlier meeting.

Young craftsmen who have no experience in big battles or rumours of buying martial arts with gold often criticize the evolution of the battle from the first to the present.

Originally, unlike the other nobles, Roberto and the others, who do not have the firm status of being principals or heirs, could not be named in the jade.

Nevertheless, it could naturally also be said that Roberto is irritated by the prolonged and repeated and heartless slander.

"Hey, calm down a little... whatever happens where you yell and scatter. This looks like the Earl's Secret Wine. The price of ten pieces of gold also tastes good. Why don't you sit down and have fun, too?

Looking at Roberto, whose face turned bright red and his anger dew, Signis slowly tilted the glass resting on the table.

Rich fragrance that spreads all over your nose.

The first bite is then included in a small amount of mouth. Rich richness, moderate acidity and natural tannins spread over the tongue in perfect balance.

I guess a mouth bliss moment is exactly the word that refers to today's Signis.

But in the four-male style of the lower nobility, it tastes like a lifetime.

But Roberto hits his fierce anger at such Signis' attitude.

"What the hell are you talking about? You know how bad it is for you to stay like this! That's what you can't do. Put the extra one in!

With a beastly roar, Roberto's huge clench is slammed to the table.

Flesh exceeding two meters. It's also a weapon that's dived through and forged through many battlefields.

How a sturdy table made of oak cannot be resisted.

Glass and ceramic plates splash over the floor with exalted screams.

A red and black stain is created on the carpet laid in the room, spreading the rich aroma of wine throughout the room.

Angering his shoulders, Signis slowly shook his neck to the side as he turned his bloody gaze to Roberto.

"Totally... don't you dare do anything... we're in a position to say that there will be a chance for you to have such a fine drink in your mouth once in a lifetime"

With that said, Signis carries the glass to his mouth, which he seemed to regret.

I guess the only thing that matters most to Signis right now is to focus on the taste of the wine left in the glass in your hand.

You clapped out at such a Signis attitude, Roberto breathes deeply and exhales slowly to calm his mind.

"Signis. I was looking at your fake face, and this one's getting silly"

"Sounds like you've settled down for now. All the knobs have been wasted, but only one more bottle of wine has been received from the Count. You'd drink, too, wouldn't you?

When the sealed wine was removed from the cupboard, Signis poured it into the glass.

"Oh... let's have it"

The scent of wine handed over tickles Roberto's nasal cavity.

"Sure, this guy's delicious"

"Have you settled down a little?

"Sorry about that."

To Signis' inquiry, Roberto distracted himself.

He himself would be a sign that he was aware that his attitude was not complimented.

"Right, on top of that, this is the Count's mansion. Though he commands his men to keep people away, he's just a little careless. But, well, if you hadn't yelled all over me, I might have set my sword on their mouths."

"Are you the one who took them?

Roberto lost the words to continue with surprise in a radical remark that did not even reflect Signis' thoughts.

"That's right. If you're angry, I'm angry, too. But if I'm with you until I am angry at what they say, this fight will be a loss. Count Count, it's hard to deal with them while you watch them."

Even Signis, recognised from all around as Roberto's pressing grill, is a mad warrior hungry for the same battle as Roberto.

Otherwise, no matter how many extraordinary warriors we are, there is no way to take the tactic of single-riding into the front line in the position of general.

Basically, he's the type of person who thinks it's faster to kill someone than to persuade them with words.

There is only one reason why such signals do not appear in the exercise of strength.

If you kill the ten northern principals or the next principals, it's nothing more than because you understand that you will be executed without being given an opportunity to explain.

As a Signis, I'm not going to give up my future in exchange for all those pigs.

"Besides, I'm angry, but their soldiers are absolutely necessary to win this battle. Roberto knows that, doesn't he?

"Right... from what I've seen in the last few days of war, the quality and equipment of the soldiers can be seen as better above your chai army. It's hard to believe with these eyes."

"Oh, absolutely. I want you to tell me what kind of means you can use to grow a soldier like that."

Signis laughs bitterly at the sigh mix.

Unusual fighting spirit and high quality martial arts.

On the other hand, which is terribly good at group warfare, the arms of every soldier's martial arts are also hard to insult.

Anyway, they fight back without breaking the front line, even if they get hit by Signis or Roberto.

Enemy troops' smell and high morale were a sufficient threat.

"The only salvation is winning by the number of soldiers."

To Roberto's inquiry, Signis floats around sarcastically.

"Yes, the field is at a disadvantage here at 64. But the number of them doesn't reach a thousand. On the contrary, we are about two thousand. You can't lose if you play Castle Battle caged in Ipilos. It would be one hand to sit back and work out a plan. And worst case scenario..."

"You can also ask for reinforcements..."

There are dozens of knights in every territory of the ten northern houses serving as voicemail.

In the worst case scenario, it is possible to have them temporarily sent as reinforcements.

"Of course, I don't know what would happen if we vacated our territory in the current precarious domestic situation."

Assuming we win this battle, or have a civilian rebellion in our own territory, everything will be a bubble of water.

"Well, either way, you can't lose more than you have Ipilos. The Count knew about it, so he must have kept his silence on the occasion of the meeting. Don't let them snore at us!

Roberto leans the glass into a breath looking angry.

Until this time, everyone believed in the protection of the fortified castle city of Ipilos, protected by deep moats and high walls.

Yes, until that moment when the door of the room is rammed in a hurry.