a place from the Earl of Obrissin to the imperial capital that is also the base of the rebels It would have been lush until a few months ago, but now that autumn has come, there are only traces of it. At such a place the punitive force and the rebels were facing each other.
　The rebels are 2,000 against 3,000.
　In terms of military strength, the punitive force was 1,000 superior, and there was no doubt that the punitive force would win.
　In fact, even the punitive force may have judged themselves to have an overwhelming advantage in terms of military strength. There is no tension at all, even a feeling of war. 　
　The rebels seem to be somewhat surprised at the number of opponents, but no one is willing to flee in front of the enemy.

"I won,"

　It was the nobles of the punitive force and the rebels who muttered so.
　The words seemed to have convinced each other of victory, but if they had known it, they would have laughed at each other.
　This is because the punitive force had nearly 1,000 soldiers, and the rebel force knew that the punitive force was a group of incompetent nobles.
　A small number of men advance from the opposing forces.
　This is to encourage the surrender of the enemy, but if this is the case, it is not a battle from the beginning.
　It was almost a dead‐end conversation.
　But... in this case, it's a little different. Those who came out of the punitive force were the ones who won this post in the interaction between the nobles, as usual.
　The difference was that Vihela came out of the rebels.
　Being a nobleman, I know of what Vihela is of course.
　The cavalry who followed the nobles seemed unaware of Vihela, and opened their eyes to the sight of her wearing light clothing like a dancer or prostitute, which was too strange for a battlefield.
　The only battlefield is probably the instep of the hand and the instep. It's a very uncomfortable sight, though, because I'm wearing a thin coat.
　Nevertheless, being entrusted with guarding the nobles, the cavalry, who was wary of any strange imitation by Vihela, opened their eyes wide under the helmet at the words of his lord, the nobles.

"It's been a long time, Your Highness Vihela," It's very unfortunate that we're meeting in such a place."

　It was obvious that he knew himself, but unfortunately, Vihela did not know the name of the nobleman before her.
　Despite being a member of the Imperial family, Vichela was originally of little interest to the nobility. If for some reason this was a famous or prominent aristocrat, you might have remembered his name, but the aristocrat in front of you is not such a person.
　It is, however, a punitive force composed of those who are said to be incompetent. Of course, there are many members of the group who seem to be involved in everything, and even if they are confronted and talked to in this way, there is nothing in their mind.
　That is why he speaks without any particular expression at the words of the nobility.

"Well, it must be a shame to you guys."
"...disappointing for us? I beg your pardon, does Prince Vihela understand this situation properly? Three thousand out of two thousand? You have no chance of winning, by any means?"

　The aristocrat seemed to have no idea what had been said for a moment, but at last he understood what was behind the words of Vihela. return words reflexively
　But the only thing that came back to me was a glamorous smile.

"Is that so? Well, if you think so, it means that we have different perceptions. The result will show you which one was wrong."
"...do you really think you can beat us by this difference in strength? What do you think, if you surrender meekly? If you are captured by a defeated army, it will be treated badly. Besides, Prince Vihela is a very attractive person, if I may say this. What happens if such a person is taken prisoner? --you know that?"

　Originally, this man does not have the character to go this far toward Vihela. However, now we have about a thousand more soldiers, and we were able to make a high-handed move to Vihela because we had a strong feeling that if we fought, we would definitely.
　If this had been said with genuine kindness, even Vihela would have looked at her somewhat.
　But even though she was told so with a vague look of animal desire... and above all, with a licking look on her body, Vichela did not have the weakness to be obedient to her.
　There is no warmth in the gaze of the nobility, and it is like looking at stones and weeds falling in the vicinity.

"I'm sorry, but there's only one person I can trust. And he's not the kind of weak man you are to lose to the common people around him. If you want to get me, you'll have to beat me up a little bit before you come."

　When I tell them that, they turn back to leave without waiting for them to say anything.
　The man who was thrown the word screams at Vihela's back, blushing with anger.

"That's all right. Now, I'll tell you exactly who's the weak!"

　It was the best word for a man of noble birth. However, seeing a man screaming with a bright red face and Vichela walking away slowly, it seems to me that he is nothing more than a howler of a loser.
　As for the verbal battle before the start of the war, it could be described as a complete victory for the rebels.
　Watching it from a distance, the Earl of Scola seemed to have had a fight at this point.
　In fact, there is no desperate color on the faces of other nobles as far as the world goes.
　It's not how we win, but how we get a bigger share after you win.
　Others wonder how those who are fascinated by Vihela's attractive body and beauty will take possession of the captured Vihela.

(What should I do in this situation?)

　The Earl of Scola, sighing, was determined once again that this battle should be given top priority to survival, not to win.
　Already among the Earls of Scola, their defeat in this battle is predetermined. I'd like to escape without fighting, if possible, but as long as there are cavalry in the expeditionary force, I can't do so.
　At any rate, he managed to get through this battle, then retreating to his territory on the pretext that he was ill, and handing over the title of head of the Earl of Scola to his younger brother. Then, when he spends his days leisurely, he thinks that he is half escaping reality, and then the aristocrats who finished the verbal battle return to the position and start to move together with the punitive force and the rebels.

"Here we go, bastard!"
"Oh, my God!"

　The first thing to start was arguably the most belligerent of all.
　Leading his men, he thrusts his way into the punitive force as soon as he doesn't give them his first spear.
　The archers led by Tiyur fired arrows in support of the gurgast, some of whom fired magic.

"You're stupid!? You're going to rush in even though there aren't many!? Don't you even understand the military common sense of the rebels! Normally, it's a scene where you start to strengthen your defenses!"

　The aristocrats of the punitive force scream involuntarily.
　Their troops are at the forefront of the punitive force. Normally, when the enemy strengthens their defenses, they take the initiative and launch an attack. That's what I meant, but I guess I didn't expect him to launch an attack.
　Had the aristocrats in charge of the vanguard been able to respond in a timely manner, they could have ordered an interception here quickly. If this had happened, the situation would have been gradually favorable to the punitive force, although it might have been pushed at first.
　However, the nobleman is surprised by the actions of the Gurgast and immediately swears foul at the person he does not get his way.
　That was a fatal blunder...

"Wow, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

　Because there are no orders given to the soldiers, they begin to intercept them on their own terms, which causes confusion around them.

"Oh, my God!"

　With such a cry, it's gurgast to rush in, waving battleaxes in both hands.
　Ordinarily, aristocrats command behind the scenes, but such common sense does not apply to the militant gangsters and their troops.
　Each attacks the enemy in front of him on his own initiative.
　This would have been a different story if the troops had been poorly trained, but unfortunately all of the troops under the command of Gurgast were capable.
　The weapons wielded by the gurgast and the soldiers increase the damage to the aristocratic forces, who are tasked with spearheading one after another.
　Moreover, it would not have accumulated, as arrows would fall from Tiyur's forces in support of such a group.

"Yes, it's not worth it. Here we go, follow me!"The one who shouted so was waiting diagonally behind the court nobles who had been entrusted with the spearhead.
　A unit that was originally responsible for delivering a fatal blow from the side when the spearhead unit nailed the enemy to one side of the defense.
　It was a highly mobile cavalry unit, so it was entrusted with its role, but since it was greatly delayed from the first step, it is impossible to proceed as originally planned.
　The aristocrat, determined to do so, tries to strike a blow from the side against the Gurgast's forces, but when he sees it, Tiyur shoots an arrow in the direction of progress, as if he were leading the cavalry.
　When I saw it, I stopped moving for a moment...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　A moment's shadow appears in the eyes of the nobles leading the cavalry, and the next moment, consciousness falls into darkness.

"... well, this is what it looks like,"

　When I muttered and shook my fingernails growing from the back of my hand, the blood splashes of the man who had just been cut to the ground.
　At the same time, a large amount of blood spouts from the cut man's neck and splashes of blood into the cavalry around him.
　I was dumbfounded at the sight of the man before me having his head cut off suddenly, but I recovered from the muttering of Vihela, and took up my spear and sword in my hand."

"Oh, my God!"

　When I hear such a voice, my movement stops again.
　Some of the cavalry turned their eyes to the voice, and there were about twenty cavalrymen each with their arms in their hands.
　Vihela's actions drew the attention of the enemy, and he drove in with his cavalry in order to keep up the opportunity.
　Originally, it could have been noticed by the sound of horses' footsteps, but the sound of battle between the troops led by Gurgast and the vanguard of the punitive force may have delayed their notice.
　Before you knew it, the cavalry of the expeditionary force thought that way, but they decided that they should respond to this behavior anyway.
　I wasn't so wrong, but that's where the problem started.
　Some try to intercept and others try to distance themselves.
　The cavalry's action was inconsistent because the commander was the first to die in battle.
　This led the cavalry to decide individually what to do next, and at that moment the cavalry was transformed into an individual cavalry rather than a cavalry.
　Vihela's cavalry ploughs into such an opponent to join his commanders.
　If we could work together, we would have managed to deal with it would have we? However, they were originally inferior in skill, and the nobles who were in command of the troops had already died, and each cavalry had to act at their own discretion... and the cavalry on the rebel side, running this far, launched an attack with a force that could be described as fierce.
　It is true, however, that even the rebel cavalry is desperate, as Vihela, who is leading them, is isolated from the enemy.
　I want to join you as soon as possible.
　That's what everybody has in mind.
　Furthermore, there were still some disadvantages to the cavalry on the side of the punitive force.

"d*mn it, if it goes on like this, it's only going to be done unilaterally over there! We'll distance ourselves and regroup once, and command the other nobles... hey?"

　One of the cavalry members calls out to his colleagues nearby, but this fierce battle... calls out to colleagues who, more precisely, are unmoved by the situation in which they are being carried out unilaterally.
　At that moment, as if it were a signal, the man unbalancedly falls from his horse to the ground.
　The cavalry who spoke to him had no idea what had happened, and he looked around him... and discovered the figure there.
　Yes, Vihela was the first to rush into the cavalry.
　They should never have taken their eyes off them, but they must have been caught by the cavalry who rushed in and disappeared from their consciousness.
　The moment he saw it, he caught the spear in his hand, and the next moment he was eaten by the magician over the leather armour, his internal organs were destroyed, and he collapsed to the ground.