the headquarters of the Royal Army of Milliana So the two men, who are also in charge of the neutrality and aristocracy, turn their eyes to Ray after quickly giving instructions to many messengers.
　Meanwhile, Ray quickly looked around the headquarters and let out a small sigh of disappointment at the absence of Elena.
　With his sigh and Ray's eyes directed at the aristocracy, he must have immediately recognized who he was looking for. Filma opens her mouth without telling anyone.

"Hime Shogun has the effect of boosting morale just by being there, and it goes without saying that she has the power to fight. It's a flower that blooms beautifully when you're at the front."

　The aristocrats around him cast puzzled glances at Filma. What are you talking about at this busy time?
　Indeed, the vanguard's front lines will resume their march, and this headquarters will naturally advance as well. The people around me are rushing around in preparation for it. Having said that, even in this headquarters, after all, they had only gathered to discuss the sudden appearance of a tornado of flames, and could march as soon as each of the nobles in the place rode on horseback.

"Put this chair away, and get a carriage ready." Food and wine! If you were exposed to the wind of the battlefield in such a dusty place, you'd be sick!"

　However, there are some aristocrats who shout like this.
　a middle-aged man who, unaware of the white eyes of the nobles around him, gets into a carriage prepared for him. The horse-drawn carriage was also disproportionately brilliant for the battlefield, and it was more like a hobby of making money.

"... at any rate, I just wanted to say that Mr. Elena was at the front, so don't worry."

　Filma looks at the aristocrat who made a fuss without reading the atmosphere for a moment and then looks at Ray again.
　That alone makes Ray understand what Filma said. He had a brilliant sense of his concern for Elena.
　And so did his direct boss, Dusker, who saw through Ray's feelings.

"Now, Ray, how about magic, if you ask the enemy to stir up all that confusion?"

　Ray nods to such a question with a smile that can be described as invincible.

"There is still no problem. We shall be able to fight for a while."

　To be exact, the magic used to create a fire whirlwind wasn't so great. That said, it is only from Ray's magical powers as a whole, and if an ordinary wizard wants to use a wide range of extermination magic on that scale, ten people are not enough to consume magic.

"Well, I'm sorry, but can you go to the front again? I can't let you play with your strength here..."

　It was when Dusker said so. Ray notices a horse rushing in from behind.

"Is that...?"

　Ray's words may have made those present aware of the horse coming from behind. At the same time, many people frown because they understand the meaning of coming from behind.
　However, the person who came to the horse himself did not mind that kind of stare, and he came up close and got off the horse and knelt down in front of the dusker or the film.

"It's a command from Mr. Arius," The enemy is in confusion, for unknown reasons. They told us not to miss this opportunity to launch an attack. Also, the headquarters will move quickly, so don't worry about the military power."
"...huh,"
"I see,"

　Dasker and Filma nod together with bitter smiles.
　As for the fire whirlwind, which was said to be unknown for the reason, it's no wonder that we didn't know. However, they don't have enough military power, so they move quickly. I didn't have to think of the meaning of this word.

(It was good to have us in the vanguard, but did you think it would be difficult to waste neutral and aristocratic forces in the confusion caused by Ray's flaming tornadoes? In that case, we chose to snatch them ourselves rather than give credit to us and the aristocracy. Well, I can't say I'm quick to catch the opportunity...)

　Dusker turns his eyes to Filma, muttering inward. Filma then turns to see if she has come to the same idea.

『……』

　For a few seconds, they look at each other, talk with their eyes, and immediately reach an agreement in silence.

"All right, tell Mr. Arius that we will move soon. However, if possible, please tell them that it would be helpful if they could keep the enemy's headquarters in check without participating in the battle.'
"Yes, I understand," I will tell you this without a doubt to Mr. Alius."

　When the messenger kneels down and listens to the story and nods, he turns his heels and jumps away onto the horse.

"Very quick for a royal soldier,"

　The murmur of the aristocratic nobility echoes around.

"Not all the royalists are busy fighting for power. Many soldiers at the end of the line are unexpectedly serious. I'll move, too."

　Filma tells the approaching messenger, where Ray interrupts.

"Wait a minute, please. Keep away from the tornado of flames I've created when you attack. As you approach it, you can be fatally wounded by high temperatures of heat, or by wind blades created by tornadoes, or by a large number of other blades that you've added to it."

　The aristocrats around him look dumbfounded at Ray's words.
　All we can see from here is a tornado of flame, because Ray's present explanation clearly shows how powerful the tornado is.
　If you get involved, you have no chance of saving your life. He was so vicious that it seemed to me.
　Of these, Filma, who naturally holds the post of Knight Commander, was the quickest to come back to life. This is because he had been through many battles so far, and had some resistance to something out of the ordinary. Or perhaps his experience with Ray in the streets of Gillum was influenced.
　Think about it for a few seconds and call out to the nearest messenger.

"You heard that, didn't you? Keep away from the tornado of flames and attack them. to go round and bite the enemy in the ribs."
"Well. How about neutralists go to the enemy left and aristocrats go to the enemy right?"
"Well, I suppose that's a problem. It is said that… Go! Now is the time to spare every minute."
"Huh!"

　Then he nods to Dusker's words, and passes them on to the messenger. The messenger answered briefly and quickly turned his heel and left.
　These messengers caught up with the earlier messengers, so that the Elks could avoid unnecessary damage.

"... Now, my lord Dusker,"
"Oh, I know,"

　At Filma's call, Dusker nods immediately and turns his eyes to Ray.
　Filma's eyes are then turned to Ray, and most of the people there naturally turn to Ray again.
　To the man who created that formidable incarnation of destruction, though he only looks like a child at first glance.

"As I said earlier, I cannot afford to let your strength play in the present circumstances. It seems that the royalists have become excessively greedy after seeing the current situation. -- just keep going to the front."
"Yes, there is no problem," I'll be right there."Rey nods lightly to Dusker's words as if they were nothing.
　All the nobles around him looked at the scene as if they had been taken aback, but by the time he had recovered, Ray had already turned his back on the nobles in command.
　Normally it is no use being accused of being rude, but there is no one here who can say so. Because I saw with my own eyes Ray's bottomless ability.
　In the meantime, Dasker, Ray's direct employer, and Filma, who's had the experience of even fighting with Ray, may have said something, but Ray knows he understands what to do and silently watches him off.
　And Ray left for about 30 seconds. Dusker opens his mouth when he hears Seto's flapping his wings.

"Look, don't leave it to the front line alone. We've started marching. If you keep an eye on it, the royal faction may start to move and the battlefield may be thrown into chaos. Before that happens, we're going to decide the game ourselves.

　Neutralists who come back to life in Dusker's voice disperse to command the march.

"The same goes for me. I'll make sure the royalists don't take away only good places under the name of the nobility."

　The aristocracy, too, fell back on Filma's words and seemed to lag behind the neutrals.
　Looking at her back, Filma turns to Dusker.

"He's more than we ever imagined,"
"No way! I never expected you to use such a vicious magic trick. Maybe the sorcerer in the tradition used that kind of magic."

　Dusker muttered vaguely, but it was an unexpected event that Ray was the successor to the sorcerer, the art of the beasts created by the Zepyle family.





"Shoot!"

　Arrows or magic are fired at the same time under the command of the commander.
　The army of the Empire of Bestia knew that the army of the Kingdom of Mileana was approaching in two, but it was still not fully prepared to intercept. After all, fire whirlwinds still growl in the center of the camp. Once they retreat, the enlisted soldiers are so confused that they cannot do so that they end up fighting with the army of the Kingdom of Milliana without being fully prepared to intercept them.
　Countless arrows and magic fired as a preemptive attack or as a cover for the avant-garde to narrow their distance are fired in such confusion that they descend on the Imperial Army of Bestia with little interception.
　There were some who immediately stood up their shields, but the overwhelming majority of them were attacked without being able to do anything, and moreover, the rain of arrows continued to fall on them without resting hands. What was fortunate was that the first blow was the magic that could attack more widely than the bow. However, the amount of arrows falling continues uninterrupted, and small-scale magic, which has been adjusted to prevent damage to the avant-garde forces, is repeatedly released, gradually diminishing the strength of the Bestian army.
　and it looked as if it had been a one‐sided travesty, either in the avant‐garde.

"Oh, my God!'

　The axe of the god of thunder wielded by Elk cuts off his arms, cuts off his head, or shatters his torso, scattering blood, flesh, bones, and internal organs around him, as if he were cutting off a straw doll.
　Soldiers as occupations are provided with some form of protective gear, which is completely useless and kills them.
　No, that's not all. Even knights wearing plate armour are cut, shattered, destroyed, and burned by thunderbolt by the deadly magic items of Elk's strength and the axe of the god of thunderbolt.
　Far away from the Elk, the three men of the scorching winds were also engaged in a battle against the adventurers of the Westian Empire, who stood in front of themselves.

"Oh, I don't think I'll be dealing with that scorching wind. What an unlucky day that's a silly tornado!'

　With such words, the Mireinu avoids the sword that is wielded down, and releases a thrust as a counter.

"Let me do it!"

　It has a distinctive voice that raises the end of the word, a huge shield that covers over half of the body, and a woman over 2m bounces off the man, interrupts him, and catches the tip of the Mireinu.

"Oh, my God, what's that's it. Are you a fool or something? Ecclil!"

　The Miredog exclaims at the sight of a huge woman dressed only as underwear, not as much as armour, but as if she were covering only the circumference of her chest.
　However, he is not only surprised, but also frowned at the firmness of the shields of bones and leather that he received the sword, approached his comrades, and leaped back.
　He was the first man to pursue it, and several arrows were fired in succession at such a rate as to cut through the air from the rearward position of Eclir.

"Oh! It's a bad day!

　Screaming, he gives up his chase, wields a sharp sword and cuts down an arrow fired at his partner's woman, and leaps back wide, just like the Millerine a few seconds ago, and the next moment, several windy blades hit the ground.
　There are two men and two women in contrast to three scorching winds. I wouldn't say it was even, but I managed to hold it out. This area is probably different from the soldiers who are panicking and wandering.
　At the same time, it can be seen from the fact that it is suppressing the scorching winds of the famous talented party.
　Still... but nevertheless. The only thing these two could hold back was the scorching wind, and they couldn't touch the Elk, which was supposed to be the most remarkable force on the spot, and they were raging as much as they wanted.
　And... that's where even more despair falls from the sky for the Imperial Army.

"Get out of my way, get out of my way."

　When the man who fell down with the Gryphon wields his huge sickle, the shield of bones and skin, which had not been damaged by the thrust of the Mireine with all his might, is cut cleanly, and all the right wrists who held the shield are cut off and flown through the sky.

"Oh, my God!"
"What's that!? Retreat... Ugh!"

　A man whose shield was destroyed at one blow, and at the same time the forefoot of Gryphon, who had descended with a scythe, was cut sideways, and even though he managed to catch it, both swords were blown away.
　One person and one of them beat down a little bit of a struggling opponent as if they were twisting their hands.
　The three of us here knew very well who it was.

"Ray!"

　a Miredog who cries out his name in spite of unexpected auxiliaries The voice of the Millerine sounds strangely well in the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, and it can't be more uplifting to the morale of adventurers from the town of Gilm, who continue to fight on the front lines of the neutrals.
　The war, which was going through an unexpected development for the Westian army, was another development.