The sunlight is much softer than summer, with clouds visible as if they had been swept with a broom. In that kind of early autumn weather...

"Oh, my God!"

　Avoiding the swaying Claymore with a cat-like flexibility, it enters the opponent's pocket.
　A hand that touches a knight's armour that is more than two meters tall and whose whole body seems to be made of muscle.
　I was not pointing a weapon at him, but touching the heart of a purely giant knight."

"Huh!"

　emit magic with such a voice
　At first glance, there was no change in the armour, and it did not appear to damage the knight's man.
　The next moment, however, the man's mouth... far from it. Blood gushes from all over the face: ears, nose, eyes.

"Gobble..."

　Blood clots rising from the throat must have made breathing difficult. The knight's man, half forced to hold his breath, groans painfully, falls straight to the ground.
　the blood spreading from the head of a man who fell to the ground
　The person responsible for creating the scene holds hands several times as if confirming something.

"Not bad,"

　His charming smile will undoubtedly catch the eye of strangers at first sight.
　A person with such a charming smile looks at the sound of footsteps approaching him.

"Are you done with it?"
"Yes. No problem. But, Mr. Vihela. Isn't anything too terrible?"

　Shaking off the blood from the blade of his long sword, Theoreum says dumbfoundedly, putting it in the sheath.
　By the way, the dagger I used originally was destroyed in a duel with Elk, and I got a bad dagger from Ray, but the one I'm using now is not that bad one.
　It's a long sword that I've prepared since I came back to the Empire of Bestia.
　At Theoreum's words, Vihela shrugs her shoulders and smiles.
　At that time, the rich twin hills swung like a dancer underneath a thin layer of clothes.
　But Teorem consciously diverts from the scene and turns his eyes to the person lying on the ground.
　Needless to confirm, I understood that the flame of life had already gone out.

"Really? Now that you've attacked me, it's only natural that you're prepared for your life. and who do you think pretended to be the thief?"

　Vichela mutters dumbfoundedly, turning her eyes to the person she has knocked down.
　They may have tried to pretend to be robbers, but some people may have been reluctant to use unfamiliar equipment.
　Apart from the opponent Vichela overthrew, there are others who are armed with what appear to be nothing but knights.
　Even though they were so confident in their arms that they could see their own knights who were used to fighting, they would have decided that it would be all right if they had killed all the attackers.
　He attacked her with the idea that he could only say was sweet, and when he saw the existence of Vihela, he became confused, and Viehela, Theorem, and others launched an attack on the waves... and as a result, it was almost a one-sided trampling.
　If the attacker were to be trampled down, it would be quite unusual for the attacker to be trampled down.
　The opponent who fought against Vihela was even more so because he had been made a new technology experimental stand as a result of his training for a while.

"Even so, how could you sublimate your skills so quickly?"

　Vihela opens her mouth with a small smile as the acclaimed Teoreme.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time. My magic is great, but I'm not cut out for magic. I wonder if we can make effective use of the magic that is left over as a result. If you just turn it around to the back of your hand, you hardly need to wear out your magical powers."
"Is this the result?"

　Vihela and Theoreum's gaze is directed at a man who is dead after falling to the ground and bleeding all over his face.
　Vihela's technique is to destroy the internal organs by directly hitting the opponent's body with magic.
　If Ray looked at it, he would be reminded of terms such as infiltration and endorsement from his knowledge of anime and manga in Japan.
　In principle, there is a technique similar to the shock wave used by Miredogs, but unlike Miredogs, which lack magical powers, Vichela has abundant magical powers. The difference had given rise to this present scene.

"Yes, I certainly lost to Ray. That's why I have feelings of love and love for him. But that doesn't make it fun for me to remain defeated. If I have a chance to fight next time, I need new strength to win next time, don't I?"

　The content of the conversation is very disturbing, but the smile on her face shows the peculiarity of Vihela.

(I feel like Ray would be mortally wounded if he had that skill...)

　Theoreum even thought so, but she didn't say it because she felt like she would be put on a laboratory table instead if she didn't say it.

(This would be acceptable, given the favour of the beautiful ladies below Vichela. ...I'm sorry, but)

　Theorame was powerful enough to compete with Elk, but I still have to conclude that if he eats that technique of internal destruction, he will have to suffer fatal damage.
　It was evident from the corpse before his eyes that he was actually so powerful.
　Viehra looks around, leaving Theoreum as she thinks.
　Fortunately, there was no one in the neighborhood, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found out that no one had seen this battle -- too one-sided to call it.
　It may be influenced by the fact that this is not a kind of highway, but a place where dark people pass.

"But you didn't know that I was cooperating with Theoreum when you saw me, did you?"
"I suppose so," Couldn't they give us information, or could they not get it in the first place?"

　Vichela and Theorem have returned to the Empire of Bestia and have already been around half a month. Being active in its own way, anyone with a certain amount of eyes and ears may already know that Vihela is cooperating with Theoreum.
　But those who attacked this time did not know it.

"One vote for those who intentionally didn't give information."

　Theresa, who is also a deputy of Theoreum, appeared as he told her so.
　He has a spear in his hand, and the tip of his ear is stained with blood.

"I don't think there are many people who would like to fight with Mr. Vihela, let alone with me and Mr. Teoreum. I think that in order to avoid it, he kept his presence hidden."
"But it is still impossible to hide Vihela's presence if you meet her in person. and indeed, they were disturbed at the sight of Vichela, and this was the result of the opportunity."
"Yes, so the man who conspired on the matter must have stepped on it." to measure the actual fighting power of Mr. Vihela, or to aim for a war of attrition."

　a war of attrition. Theorame's eyebrows twitch at that remark.
　I am proud that the third prince's faction, including myself, is very elite.
　However, in terms of the number of people, there are only a few, and each person's physical strength is not infinite.
　As Sears said, a war of attrition would force you to fight a very difficult one.

"We're working to make up for the weakness of the small number of people, aren't we? ... well, it's no use staying here forever. Let's head for Viscount Bougle at once in a while. It's very likely that you'll be on my side, isn't it?"
"Well, they already know that Vichela is here, and they probably feel wretched waiting."

　Theoreum mutters a smirk to death in Vihela's words.
　Viscount Bougle is still in his twenties and can be said to be of the same generation as Vihela and Theorem.
　However, his father, who was the head of the family a few years ago, died of illness, and his eldest son, who was still young, succeeded him.
　And most importantly to Theorem, the young viscount was intoxicated with Vihela.
　If Vihela had not fled the empire and was to form her own faction, she would certainly have been Viscount Bougle.
　He was so enraptured by Vihela.

(It's not unusual for a man to be beautiful, Viehla, but he fell in love with his personality rather than with the opposite s*x.)In other words, it's similar to falling in love with Han.
　However, there were also some elements of anxiety about Theoreum, considering the relationship between Vihela and Ray.

(Viscount Bougle pretends to be light-hearted, but his eyes are harsh. It's hard for others to understand, for they won't show it, but... how will Viscount Bougle, who knows the relationship between Mr. Vihela and Ray with his stern eyes... I hope he won't move in the worse direction?"

"What's wrong with Theoreum?"

　When you think inside, Vihela calls out whether you've questioned.
　Theoreum, who comes back to life with the voice, shakes her head lightly to indicate nothing.

"Mr. Vihela, Mr. Teoreme," I don't think it's necessary to waste time here."

　Such words made them laugh small and bitterly, and they hurried along with several men, leaving the corpse intact.





"Your Highness Vihela!? Oh, really, is it Vichela!? What a fool I thought when I heard from the gatekeeper... that I should see you again... you Tiyur Bougle." I'm so happy that I'm going to turn my excitement into a song!"

　Hours after fighting with knights pretending to be bandits on the road, Vichela, Theorem and the Sians were inside the Viscount Bougle's estate.
　Fortunately, the gatekeeper knew Vichela's face -- a matter of course for Viscount Bougle's men -- and was soon informed by Tiyur, the lord of the house, and thus met him."

"Viscount Boogle, as always." I'm relieved that it hasn't changed."
"Well, your Highness... oh, no. Your Highness has changed a lot... Well, how can I put it? No matter how beautiful your Highness may be, how about dressing as if you were showing it off? It's only eye-poisoning, including myself."

　There is no such thing as desire in Tiyur's eyes, even as he says so.
　For Tiyur, Vihela is a respectable object, but not a s*xual object. 　
　It was also Tiyur's extraordinary talent that he consciously distinguished himself between them.
　For Vihela, who understands that her appearance attracts attention, Tiyur, who doesn't look at her, is a very easy person to deal with, and that's why she came here to get help.

"Oh, in order to preserve the beauty of His Highness Vihela for posterity, this scene is turned into a painting... No, it's too late, too late. but here we are, after all, calling for a minstrel."

　With a serious expression, those present laugh bitterly at Thiyur, who considers how to preserve the beauty of Vihela for future generations.
　This is what Tiyur is all about, and nothing has changed since Vihela ran away.

"Calm down, sir. And the reason I came here is..."
"Yes, I understand," Does the presence of Theoreme help the detained Prince Mercurio?"
"...yes,"

　Viehla nods convincingly to Tiyur, who asserts without hesitation.
　People tend to be fooled by their light nature, but there is no doubt that the man in front of them is competent.
　In addition, Tiyur has a route to gather information, though he can't call it his own intelligence network.

"I have a fellow artist in the imperial capital, so I can get some information."

　Because he has a deep knowledge of art-related subjects, such as minstrels, singers, painters, sculptors, and others who are talented but have not yet budged, some information comes in even if he is not in the imperial capital.
　Some aristocrats are similarly patronizing artists, but they are not as influential as Tiyur.

"And your Highness Vihela is family friendly." I thought that if I knew about the current situation, I would definitely take some action."
"... I see, then, you think you'll help me?"
"Yes... but it is His Highness Vihela who will cooperate, not Theoreme." Don't make a mistake about that."

　Theoreum nodded with a wry smile, quite different from the one she was looking at Vihela.