646 Episode 0646



"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."

 Rodos lay sprawling to the ground as the sun set in.
 It is not Bratta... but Rodos' first time looking at Rodos with a sigh nearby.
 It's probably the same for them, though. No, considering that Rodos was a newcomer, considering that he had participated later.

"Why are you out of breath now? That's why I was able to win the finals."
"Well, how many hours have I been playing a mock game?"

 Rodos manages to catch his breath as he talks, but that person... a woman in her late twenties and early thirties, who is about ten years older than Rodos, cuts the words off in a bluntly.

"I don't know. In the first place, all I was asked by Bratta was to play a mock battle with you."
"What is a mock battle... that!"

 Rodos exclaims involuntarily.  
 But it's only natural. Rodos has many bruises on his body, probably worse under his armor and clothes.
 However, the woman nods and opens her mouth, taking Rodos for granted.

"Of course. Normally, actual fighting is the best way to improve your skills, but if you do that, you'll get hurt. Now, as long as we need to save even a little bit of space, it's a mock game."

 Rodos, listening to the woman's words, reacts briskly to the content and asks, pretending to be casual.

"Why do I need to save on my potions? I want you to train me a little, so I want you to use them if possible. Wouldn't it be terrible not to let him use the potions in this situation before that?"
"Well, what do you say when you're not really hurt?" I can see how spoiled you have been."
"... and you don't mean to let me use the potions?"
"Yes,"

 Rodos bows his head with a discontented expression on his face at the simple remark.

"In the first place, the first prince group has enough money, right? But why do you need to save so much? I was using it normally this morning."
"According to information I received a few hours ago, some people seem to be making disturbing moves. You're probably thinking about the time to beat it up and earn points. That's why I'm here instead of Bratta."
"... as I say, can I say that to the person I serve? Wouldn't I be punished for disrespect?"

 At Rodos's words, women snort and smile.

"Your Highness Kabazeed is not so narrow-minded. ...but are you ready to breathe? The sun hasn't set completely yet, so I'll keep practicing a little longer."

 A woman who tells him so and turns the point of a mock war dagger to Rodos.
 For Rodos, who has just begun to get his breath together, hastily opens his mouth for more time to recover.

"Well, wait... I don't even know your name in the first place." I'm glad you'll train me, but at least give me your name!"

 Yes, Rodos doesn't even know the name of the woman who beat him to pieces.
 He was supposed to train with Bratta, but the woman in front of him hurriedly substituted him for something urgent.
 After meeting Rodos, he fought a mock battle without introducing himself... and the result was what Rodos is like now.
 In response to Rodos' desperate cries, the woman nods convincingly.

"Now that you mention it," My name is Perfiel. Thank you very much."
"Oh, oh. You may know, but I'm Rodos."
"Well, now, Rodos. We're done introducing ourselves to each other, and we're going to have a mock battle..."

 Let's get started.
 Just as Pelfill was about to speak, he suddenly stopped speaking and turned his gaze towards the entrance to the training ground.
 There was a soldier, one of them... ...in the direction of Perfir.

"I am writing to you, Mr. Pelfill,"
"What?"
"Well, only Mr. Perfield, if possible."

 The soldier's eyes were on Rodos, who seemed to be wondering if he could tell the story.

(No wonder)

 Rodos mutters inwardly to the soldiers thought to be on the First Prince's side.
 He was an adventurer who had just joined... and belonged to the kingdom of Milliana, which was hostile to the Empire of Bestia. It would be impossible not to be suspicious.
 Rodos thought so, but Perfeil said it was irrelevant.

"Rodos has become our companion in every turn. With that in mind, you can talk about it as long as it's not too confidential. Is it a highly confidential story?"
"No, sir... not that far."

 When asked just in case, the soldier shook his head lightly.

"I don't care,"
"... All right,"

 The soldier opens his mouth, hesitating for a moment at Perfiel's words.

"There seems to have been a disturbance in the stadium."

 Rodos' body twitches at the remark.
 What does the fuss mean... because I heard in the morning who caused it.

(Ray... What happened?)

 While he muttered inwardly and concentrated on not missing a word of information from the soldiers' mouths, Rodos did not therefore realize that Perfiel's gaze was directed at him.

"It caused a disturbance... or rather, it was Ray in crimson that was attacked." The attacker was one of the organizations behind the scenes... it was probably the work of a bell to repose the soul, given that brainwashed personnel were being used."
"...they are,"

 At the soldier's words, Perfir muttered abominably, looking away from Rodos.
 For Perfeil, who recognizes himself as a knight, the assassins and assassins behind him are hard to recognize.

"Perhaps, but I am sure,"
"And what about crimson?"
"Of course it's all right. I am catching the man who attacked me. The captured personnel have been handed over from the stadium's steering committee to the security forces and are now in isolation."
"Oh! Are you still conscious of the doll being captured? For a bell to repose the soul, you stepped on a loaf."

 A smile is floating at the mouth of the murmuring Perfir.
 the bell of repose and crimson They are both less palatable to Perfeil, but if asked which one is still preferable, they will answer crimson, which is nothing like a trick.
 Next to a smile like that, Rodos breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad to hear that your old enemy was safe."
"That's what I expected. I didn't think that Ray would be any better than an assassin if he fought against my father."Towards Rodos, who sniffs softly, Perfeel continues in a teasing tone.

"You seem relieved for that?"
"That's because you don't want me to do it before I knock you down."
"Well, that's what I'm going to do,"

 Rodos frowns faintly at the remark that he can see your inner thoughts, but Perfiel looks at the soldier who brought the report without seeming to care.

"We have been told that there is no particular need to move. So for now, Mr. Perfeil, I don't think you have to be particularly concerned."
"I see. That's a pity, isn't it?"

 Listening to Perfiel and his soldiers, Rodos opens his mouth involuntarily.

"Are you sorry?"
"Oh, maybe it was an opportunity to face that crimson. The man who destroyed the army of the Westian Empire by almost one force in the Spring War and decided the winner or loser. Is it any wonder that you should like to see such a person?"
"... I tell you, I'm the one to fight him."

 Being here to fight Ray and gain the strength to fight, I can never tolerate being ripped off from the side.
 As Rodos looks at him like that, Perfeil shrugs his shoulders slightly.

"I know. I don't want to fight crimson, either. I just want to see you once. ...but I think I've had enough physical strength to recover. If you want to fight crimson, you still lack strength. Now, to gain that strength, I shall continue my training."

 With a mock war dagger in his hand, Perfiel says so with a pleasant smile around his mouth.

"... All right,"

 Even Rodos would not be able to complain if Ray's name was mentioned, and he would stand up with a mock dagger in his hand.
 The soldier, who brings the news of Ray's attack, immediately bows his head and leaves, with a little pity for Rodos.
 If you stay here, you may be caught up in the Perfir training. That's what we know.
 He was rational in the first prince's faction, and although he was devoted to his subordinates and companionship, his loyalty to Kabazide was not at all clouded.
 It was almost ideal as a companion, but the only thing I liked about training was not.
 Whether you train yourself or not, you somehow invite others to your training. Moreover, since he was as strong as Bratta in the first prince's faction, he would certainly see hell if he was involved in the training.
 ...however, the training is very effective.

`Oh, my God!'
"Why, sweet, sweet! If that's the case, wouldn't you even lose to those soldiers, let alone to the crimson?"

 The soldiers would leave the scene, listening to such cries on their backs.





"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my God! Don't you know what it is?"

 Rodos is the only one left here, and within five minutes of Perfeil's departure he finally gets his breath and stands up.
 Rodos, who is forced to fight a mock battle before he eventually loses his footing, breathes out after making sure there is no one around him.

(It was such a disturbing move that restrictions on the use of the potions were imposed on the third prince's group, wasn't it? We're only a few days away, but what's known here is... it hurts. Anyway, I must inform you of this matter...)

 You need to let them know, but the biggest problem would be that you don't know where the person to let them know.
 I met Cuken in the morning, but there was no way of contacting Rodos, because he came from over there.

(I wish I could contact the third prince's hidden partner, as Kuken said.)

 Breathe out and head straight to the room where it was given.
 Even though it's getting cooler in autumn, you'll still sweat hard if you move around for several hours.
 First of all, Rodos began to walk to get the sweat out of it. . . .

"Please use this."

 Before you know it, the maid, who was a short distance away, hands over the cloth she had in her hand to Rodos.

"Oh! That's a relief. I just wanted to wipe my sweat...!?"

 The reason why I caught my breath in the middle of my speech was the dagger that the maid had underneath the cloth.
 You can't be mistaken for it. It's the same thing that Cuken had.
 I mean...

"What!"
"Be quiet, please."

 The Third Prince's faction: Rodos, who was about to speak out of his mouth, is sharply stopped by the maid.
 I've made sure there aren't enough watchmen around to hear the story, but there's still no one who's so moderate that the maid can't feel it.

"I brought you information that crimson was attacked and repelled as you said."
"Oh, oh, no. I have already heard about it."
"It seems so,"

 Even a maid would have understood it. He doesn't show any particular regret, but speaks calmly.

"And do you have any new information?"

 That's probably what he really wanted. Understanding this, Rodos smiles bitterly for a moment and immediately changes his face to a serious one.
 Wipe your face with a cloth, and talk about the information you heard from Perfeel.

"Be careful," It seems that the First Prince's faction is getting some movement. He didn't say clearly that he was in the third prince's faction, but he seems to be convinced that there will be a big uproar in the near future. There are restrictions on the use of the potions."

 The information that Rodos has told me is small and surprising, perhaps unexpected for a maid.

"That's... a little early, isn't it? The slower the movement, the better."
"I suppose so. And what about a female knight called Perfir?"
"Yes, he is one of the best people in the first prince's faction, so I have information about him.

 That's how Rodos communicates with his maid, wiping her sweat with a cloth.
 ...but from the sidelines it would have been nothing but a meeting between Rodos and his maid.