Mercurio, watching from behind the position the punitive forces are colliding with the rebels...more precisely, almost unilaterally, looks at the nearby Teoreme and opens his mouth.

"Even if the other party were to check this card, would it be a little too fragile?"
"It is true that they are overwhelmingly inferior, but that is due to the help of Mr. Vihela. He was originally a militant Vichela, and many fierce men, such as the Earl of Obrisin, gather under him. It's true, however, that it's unparalleled in terms of attack, but when it comes to defense... for better or for worse, it should be described as offensive specialization."
"Well, it shows my sister's personality and ability in the area where people with such a sharp ability."

　Mercurio's mouth is full of smiles, though verbal praise may be subtle.
　Mercurio seemed to be happy like that, but soon he tightened his expression and turned his eyes to the next teorem.

"I understand that my older sister has a lot of power, and it's true that it's a great help to me. That being said, I am the leader of this army. I don't think it's a good thing that my elder sister stands out."

　Theoreum nods to his lord's words.
　The outstanding power of the so-called Vihela faction among these rebels is unsavory in appearance and ability.
　We, who should be called the Mercurio school, would be regarded as a reliable younger brother if we didn't properly show our abilities to the people around us.
　In the first place, the reason why they decided to fight against the punitive force, which would have been able to clean up Ray in the first place, was that they wanted to improve the skill of the rebels.
　Nevertheless, just watching Vihela fight like this would put the cart before the horse.

"Then I'll go,"
"Yes, I asked. I want you to show us your ability."

　Mercurio's eyes, returning to Teoreme, captured the form of cavalry in the enemy's camp.
　The cavalry in the punitive force... that is clearly different from the cavalry that Vihela is going to eat up from within.
　the skill of a horse on board, the armour on, and the skill of a cavalryman All of them meant that they were not in the same class as horsemen.
　Mercurio also understands that such cavalry belonged to a unit under the direct control of Schles. That's why...

"If possible, I would like to keep the cavalry under my brother Schles' direct control here as much as possible." I don't want to give this information to my brother Schulz as much as possible, and even without it, it's nothing to do to reduce their military strength."

　Theoreum nods to Mercurio, who tells him that he is a particularly aggressive and mobile soldier.

"It certainly makes no difference to the majority of the punitive force, but it is different to be under the direct control of Prince Schles. All right, I'll give you priority."
"Yes, I did,"
"Yes! Here we go, Sears. ... Ray, can I leave this to you?"

　Theoreum calls out to Ciance, followed by Ray, who was just listening to what he had been doing so.
　In response to Theoreum's question, Ray nods and opens his mouth.

"I'm afraid I'm not in the right place this time, anyway." I don't mind if it's just a bodyguard. and if there is an enemy who will come this far ahead of you, it will be a very pleasant one."
"...I don't want you to be like that."

　With a sigh, Mercurio's absolute security was as good as promised when Ray was here.
　unless there is an extraordinary presence like noise
　Besides, for Theoreum, there are quite a few things left here besides Ray.
　This battle is required to show as little power as possible on the rebel side, and then overwhelm them.
　Theorem has no plans to use the Magic Veterans this time.
　It's a reminder that they don't even bring them to this battlefield, even to Seto, who is so impressive at first sight, because of his adoration of Mercurio and Vichela.
　However, it is difficult to coordinate, as it also means that rebel forces will gain practical experience in the war.

"If the enemy were to come, it would be interesting."

　The usual consent to the muttering... and regretting the absence of a silky smooth-textured set, Ray muttered, looking at the back of the departing Theoreme and the Sears.





"Wow, it's here! Get rid of it! Reassemble the formation!"
"Don't be silly, you coward! What are you going to do if you step back here? Now we should go beyond the rebel attack and counter-fire them all at once when the attack reaches its limit.
"Don't think we can go to war on theory alone! Our troops are already at the bottom of their morale! We can't stand it in this!"

　Since they do not have a unified chain of command, the commanders of the troops...the aristocrats argue with each other about their opinions.
　Furthermore, the damage caused by the Gurgast forces, which are trampling on the vanguard forces, and the Vihela cavalry, which is pushing from the side of the punitive forces, is increasing at an accelerated rate.
　And...

"Yes, the enemy's main unit has moved!"

　At the report, the nobles turn their eyes to the rebel positions.
　There he could see Theorem leading the so-called Third Prince's party straight to the punitive force.
　It is by no means fast to move. And the number of soldiers was not larger than that of the punitive force. However, the force of their advance towards them is so strong that even those gathered in this force can't help but judge that they will die if they hit them properly.
　His rank as a commander... and, above all, his rank as a warlord is different.
　The nobles understood it instinctively, but most of them could not accept it because of their high pride and pride.
　However, a very small number, such as the Earl of Scola, were confident that the punitive force would be defeated and kept their troops in secret for the benefit of a slight retreat.

"Hey, what are we going to do? Can we beat them.
"...Then you tell me to get out of here! It's Prince Schles's direct orders." If you run away without any merit. How can you imagine what it would be like to be in hiding?'
"Yes, they are. They are the kind of people who revolt against the Empire. We can't lose against them! No!?"
"Of course, with those people..."
"But look at it," The avant‐garde has almost been broken down. He was attacked unilaterally by His Highness Vihela, and it was impossible to stop the troops of Count Obrissin. In this situation, how do you want me to fight against the one who has the nickname of the flash?"

　A shriek of voice echoes through the surroundings... and the nobles around him silently hear that voice.
　We have already lost about 30 percent of the 3,000 men. What's more, it's one‐sided.
　This is the situation against two troops, Vihela and Gurgast. If Theoreum, who is leading a large force, joins there, there's no chance of winning. It was only natural to judge so.
　If we had taken immediate steps to escape at this time, the damage might have been small.
　However, the delay in action will have almost fatal consequences for the punitive forces.

"Go on, and don't show yourself in the presence of your Highness Mercurio!"

　Along with Theoreum's words, they run along the ground at such a rate as to make you wonder what the march was just a few seconds ago.
　The main force of the rebel army, which is led by Theorem on horseback, shrinks its distance from the punitive force.
　The speed is fast, sharp, and without hesitation.
　It was worthy to be led by Theoreum, nicknamed Flash.

"The 1st to 5th forces, together with Count O'Brisin, must attack the enemy vanguard and push up the front! The 6th to 10th forces must attack the punitive forces from the opposite direction of His Highness Vihela. Now that they are in a state of confusion, they should be able to carry out attacks unilaterally. The 11th Corps went behind the enemy from the 6th to the 10th Corps. In addition, if there are enemy cavalry in that case, take care of them first. The Twelfth Corps went behind Prince Vyhela's forces and went back. The same goes for cavalry."A quick order is given, and each of the commanders of the unit leads his men to act according to the order.
　They obey orders from Theoreum without a moment's hesitation and move to carry out the actions they are ordered to do.
　Its speed is also called a flash, and the nobles cannot keep up with the scene before them.

"Down with the cavalry in the punitive force. The rest of the troops will chase after the punitive force when it starts to withdraw, so now they are on standby."

　On the orders of the newly issued Theorem, the thirteenth unit attacks the punitive force.
　However, the target was essentially cavalry under the direct control of Schles, and the rest of them only fought back against those who attacked them.
　The participation of Theoreum moves the battle situation between the punitive and rebel forces at once.
　A little more than 1,000 members of Theorem's force joined in the edge of the rebels. The punitive force could not resist the momentum and rapidly reduced its number.
　Everyone wants to run away, but if they speak up first, they are considered cowards.
　The punitive force remained on the spot because of such a fight of willpower and continued to cause damage...

"Go away, everybody go away.

　At the same time as the sound echoes, they move into retreat like an avalanche.
　There is no room in the expressions of the nobles. I just run away thinking that I might die here.
　Fortunately for the punitive force, the troops who were trying to get behind them were able to escape before they were fully prepared.
　The first to escape... the Earl of Scola, who called for his retreat, rode away with his men, and remembered the already sick, pale, and indescribable battle.

(Battle time is practically 30 minutes or more and less than an hour) It's true that our punitive force is not very well trained, but we still had about 1,000 more soldiers. and yet the rebels are very skillful, considering that they were unilaterally attacked in such a great deal of fighting.)

　Whilst muttering inwardly, there is a question in his mind.
　No matter how well we know we're skilled, we'll be more than a little nervous if we fight against our superior counterparts in terms of numbers. Furthermore, we had won 1,000 men in military strength.
　But the rebels didn't seem to care at all about it.
　That's right. It's as if we're used to fighting a stronger opponent than we are... or rather, it's easier to fight a thousand or so.

(...no, you think too much. I don't think anything will be like that in this short time. Then, he probably boasted that much skill.)

　If you knew there were Ray and Seto, that question might have been dispelled.
　However, neither Ray nor Sett had a chance in this battle, and their strength was preserved.
　Thus, the Earl of Scola never comes to the truth, though he doubts it.

`Oh, my God!'

　come back on one's horse to a voice from behind
　That's right. We're being chased now, and we don't have any time to think leisurely.
　At any rate, escape is paramount now, and we must manage to escape the rebels.

"Run, boys! Run!"

　the Earl of Scola who cries loudly at the men of his own ranks and the other nobles.
　Others, if caught up with the pursuers from behind, would be better taken prisoner. The aristocrats, who knew they were going to be killed at the worst, were running without a word of complaint.
　Looking behind him, the count frowned at the obvious distance between cavalry and infantry.

(It's not just my troops.) Is the infantry nearly wiped out, including the troops of other nobles? I wish I could have avoided the exhaustion of my troops, but if I were to order them to stay in this situation, or ask them to stay in this situation, I don't think anyone would take it upon themselves.

　To prevent a pursuer, it is effective to put a stop to someone's feet, ready to give up their lives. Even if they knew it, few could lay down their lives, even for the Earl of Scola, whose priority was to survive in the battle.
　Now I just run away, run away, run away.
　When this battle is over, I will hand over the seat of Earl of Scola to my brother, and I will live in peace.
　Even so, the Earl of Scola continued to flee with the rest of the expeditionary force.