The consequences of the battle between the punitive force and the rebels were spreading secretly in the imperial capital.
　Originally, it was a battle on the premise that we could see the other side's hand, so even Schles has no intention of making a big announcement.
　Nevertheless, the rumor could not have been stopped completely, and it was told by soldiers who had fled in the previous battle, or by the villagers and towns along the highway watching their flight, that the punitive force had fled secretly in the imperial capital.
　However, even Schulz doesn't think he can shut people's mouths completely. If we really want to avoid the leak of all information, we must kill all the survivors of the previous war, and even all the villagers and townspeople who see how they have escaped.
　At any rate, anyone with a certain level of intelligence-gathering ability knew the rumor of a de facto defeat... it had become an open secret rather than a knowledgeable one.
　In the meantime...

"No. I don't hear of crimson lurking in the rebels."

　That kind of voice echoes in a room in a building in the imperial capital.

"...but is it true that he is close to Princess Vichela? As long as Princess Vichela cooperates with the rebels, there is a high possibility that crimson will join them."
"I think so, indeed, but it didn't actually come out in battle?"
"They haven't joined us yet, or they're acting somewhere else... maybe that's the way it is."
"We would normally follow them to find out where they are, but it would be troublesome to have a means of transportation called Gryphon." I'm behind you no matter how you do it, and even if you get information about where they are, they've already disappeared."

　With a sigh she reached out to the fruit on the plate... suddenly stopped and asked the man in front of her carefully.

"Do you want to eat Sistoy?"
"No, good. I don't have much appetite for that matter."

　muttering, Sistoy is a woman... concentrating her attention on her back with Moura's gaze on her.
　Seeing his partner, Moura mutters, "Yes."
　Moura and Sistoy, members of the Bell of Souls who attacked Ray in the arena.
　But Ray's ridiculous fighting power failed the attack, when Sistoy was shot and wounded by Ray's poison dagger.
　Sistoy, who had lived as a skilled assassin in the underworld, managed to endure the poison of the deadly poisoned dagger, but that didn't mean he didn't have any effect at all.
　Decline in appetite was one of the negative effects.
　I didn't know if it was a temporary one or a sequel to my life, but Sistoy still feels lucky to have just saved my life.
　Decreasing your appetite doesn't mean you can't eat, but you can eat normally if you want.
　Perhaps he finds out that Moura is worried about him, Sistoy stops talking about his body any more and brings it back to normal.

"Anyway, the orders we received to kill crimson are still going on. That being the case, we have to figure out how to get closer to that side."

　Moura frowns at the remark, swallowing the sweet and sour fruit in her mouth.
　as if the fruit eaten had been bitter or bitter

"It's hard. The most painful thing is that Sistoy's face is known over there."
"...and to be honest with you, even if you can get close to him, you can't do anything about it. The possibility is, after all, poison, but as long as it has failed once, they will be wary of it."
"There's nothing you can compete with when you're that good."

　Of these two, Sistoy, who is actually on the stretch, can't beat Ray, and even if you take him unawares, there's a set of glyphons over there.
　If you're a moula who brainwashes others and uses them as dolls, there's little danger, but there's no way Ray can do anything about it.
　All sides blocked. That was what Moura and Sistoy were feeling.

"But if we fail to accomplish this command, we will be in danger."
"Yes,"

　The bell of repose of souls is famous behind the scenes, but it is as strict as the law.
　There was a good reason to check the strength of the men before the raid on the waiting room of the stadium.
　In fact, the raids in the waiting room are ostensibly meant to see the enemy's military strength and handprints.
　Such excuses could never have been communicated, and recently I felt that the way I looked when I went to report the progress was getting more and more suspicious.

"Well, we're the only ones to deal with such monsters. If you really want to do something about crimson, I'd like you to do something about it. and not a bunch of men around there, but a good man."
"Speaking nonsense."

　Sistoy replies, but contrary to his tone, he has a small smile around his mouth.
　Smiling because we understand that we are the best of the bells of repose of souls today.

(But that's not the case at all.) Each of the other talents has his own job. After all, I have no choice but to do it with Moura.)

　Whispering in private, they say what they need to do.

"It's true that no matter how you touch crimson, you have to stay close to it in the end. In order to do that, the most important thing is to find out where the crimson is going."
"You'll end up there,"
"No matter how good you are, you can't do anything without a target in the first place. In that sense, it was unexpected that crimson would leave under Larkus."
"As I said before, I think we're probably in the rebels, and we're going to have a lot of problems getting into the rebels, as long as we're known, so let's get people out of the ring."
"I can't help it, can't I?"

　After much thought, Sistoy nods.
　We have to find a place where Ray is, given that he can't accomplish his mission without a target.
　a decision made because one understands it
　To be honest, Sistoy didn't want Ray in contact with other members.
　There is a feeling that you and Moura may be known to have failed the attack once, and if Ray finds out who you are, there will be a lot of bad things.
　As Sistoy thinks like that, Moura opens her mouth as if she had noticed something.

"Well, I just thought... what if crimson was just hunting monsters somewhere right?"
"I don't care what you say," -- what shall we do?"
"No, I heard it, so don't answer the question with a question."

　It was a moola telling me so, but it's true that if that's the case, there's nothing we can do about it.
　If you're in the rebels, you still know where you're based.
　But if you're hunting monsters somewhere appropriate, like Moura just said -- probably in mountains or forests -- then you can't do anything about it.
　To make matters worse, Moura is stocking up on information that one of Ray's hobbies is collecting magical stones.
　With that in mind, it's quite possible.
　If so, it would be far from difficult to find a ray to move freely on a Gryphon.

"...I don't want to imagine,"
"I agree."

　They muttered to each other briefly and looked at each other... and prayed for Ray's presence in the rebels.





　At the same time, the Imperial capital is a corner where aristocratic residences gather.
　Angry echoes in the house there.

"Don't be silly!"

　At the same time, the sound of something breaking down.
　This is the office, completely soundproofed to prevent eavesdropping. That's why there was no sound outside the room, but if it wasn't soundproof, perhaps the people working in the estate would have opened their eyes wide and revealed their surprise.
　Why is it that our Lord, who is supposed to be thoughtful, is so rough?
　This man...the Earl of Schwindell is rough for a number of reasons.
　For example, the person who killed his daughter's fiancee won second place in a competition and is praised by the imperial capital.
　Nevertheless, he did not attend the awards ceremony held at the castle without knowing his place.
　Then he threw out the person he was supposed to guard.
　And above all, that person... crimson disappeared and disappeared completely.
　I have asked the bell to clean up, but I have never heard of it.
　When he didn't show up at the awards ceremony, or even though he thought... he tried to contact the bell, but the result was that his request had not yet been fulfilled.
　Then I wondered if another noble hired assassin might have killed him.The crimson was now raised in the imperial capital, but he was the man who caused great damage to the imperial army in the Spring War.
　It's not surprising that someone else has a grudge against him. I thought it was quite natural, but I have to deny it when I get the information that I have left the imperial capital without hesitation.
　In other words, a person who is equivalent to his/her bitter enemy is completely missing. I even have the feeling that if I don't do well, I'll leave the Westian Empire and go back to the Kingdom of Milliana.
　Crimson has a Gryphon's devil, though it's a fear that under normal circumstances it could be said to be too much of a worry.
　I hear that the speed at which the Gryphon flies outweighs the Wyvern on which the Dragon Knight rides.
　That being the case, it's no surprise to think that he's back in the kingdom of Mileana now, more than ten days after crimson disappeared.

"That's all I can do... that's all I can forgive you!"

　With the words, the angry hand flaps the pitcher on the desk to the floor.
　The jug, made of glass, is broken by the impact of a knock on the floor and spills water around it.
　But Count Schwindell, completely unaware of the floor, rages in frustration and throws his chair at the painting on the wall of the room, which rips and falls to the floor.
　If the men around Count Schwindell always saw this, they would doubt their eyes.
　Count Schwindell had exploded with such anger.
　After hearing of her daughter's fiancee's death, she is locked up in her room in shock.
　After his wife died of illness a few years ago, his daughter's happiness was the only hope for him.
　His fiancee, aristocrats, was also married in the form of a political expedition, but he was actually a childhood friend of his age.
　From childhood friends to fiancées to lovers... in order, it's not that strange as long as you're a nobleman.
　And after the end of the Spring War, we came to the point of marriage... that defeat.
　The result was as it was.
　Of course, even the Earl of Schvindell understands that it is not a good thing to drag his grudge in the war to this extent.
　But still... still, it's unforgivable that my daughter got into such a situation.

"Crimson... crimson." Where did you go? Where's it gone? Well, what the hell are the bell-blowers doing! What do you mean by keeping such a high deposit and still not being able to catch him? Wasn't it a skilled organization in the underworld?"

　Shout out into empty space, but naturally no one answers it.
　It also adds to the irritation and leads to the destruction of the room.
　If at this time Ray had known that he was under Vichela... in the rebels, or Count Schvindell might have charged at the head of his forces against them.
　That's why he brought only his troops to the imperial capital, not worrying that his territory was far from the imperial capital.
　Fortunately, however, Count Schwindell had no way of finding out where Ray had gone, so he had no choice but to resort to sabotage in the house, with only irritation.
　Under such circumstances, it is only natural that the irritation should appear on his face... the irritation of the Earl of Schwindell grows day by day, and those who work in the house become uneasy.