701 Episode 0701



"Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

 a long sword wielded with a shout
 The man facing the soldier plays his long sword with a spear in his hand, and wields it as if to strike a spear through the gap.

"I got it!"
"You'll let me!"

 The soldier avoided the blow of his spear, which had been slashed sideways at the sight of his torso, by making use of the force of his long sword.
 At the next moment, the spear, which was supposed to have cut the sky without mowing off its body, stops in the air in an instant, and before you realize it, the tip of the spear is pointed in front of you.

『……』

 Just for a few seconds, we looked at each other silently...

"Well, now I understand. It's my loss!"
"Hehehe! All right. That's your treat for tonight's drink."

 The man who held the spear... the man disguised as an adventurer, not a soldier, pulls the spear back with a smirk.
 The soldier lowered his long sword weakly.
 What each other has is a sword that has been crushed for a mock battle, but when used by a skilled person, it's easy to kill.
 Even with such weapons, the soldier and the adventurer hold them in their hands and talk to each other without any particular preoccupation.

"d*mn it... I think it was pretty good this time."
"Well, I don't deny it. In fact, the last blow I got was a sharp one. But I put too much effort into getting the blow. If you give me a blow like that with all your might, I'll have a big gap."

 When the adventurer says so, the soldier nods back with a chagrined look on his face.

"Well, I'll fight with caution this time,"
"That's right. Most of the punitive forces were small fish last time, so there was no big damage on my part, but I'm sure some of them will come out next time. You're going to brush your skills properly before long."
"Oh, I'll let you do that," Even so, adventurers have a lot of skill. I've trained with other adventurers, but I've lost most of the time."

 a soldier muttering with a sigh
 This soldier, who had decided to side with the rebels in accordance with Vihela's request, came from a force that had been trained for training, and therefore, when fighting, the nobles, who feared the damage would be greater, asked the men who had gathered the adventurers of the rebels, so that joint training between the adventurers and the soldiers was carried out.
 In addition, it's not Ray that brings the adventurers together. Ranked at the same level as Ray, he is a rank B adventurer with some skill, but no other name, and a very ordinary person leads the adventurers.
 ...however, as a Rank B adventurer, he has become very unusual.

"Ah... when I look at it like this, everything is pretty finished."

 An adventurer looks around with a mock war spear in his hand.
 Adventurers and soldiers are training everywhere.
 It's already been about five days since the last battle. It was yesterday that the rebels returned to what can be described as their stronghold after disposing of the corpses at the site of the battlefield to prevent epidemics.
 With autumn already around the corner, some people said it would not be as hot as summer and that the bodies could be left intact, but Mercurio and other rebel leaders rejected it.
 Just to be sure, it was decided that the corpse would be properly disposed of.
 In the first place, the battlefield where the rebels and the punitive forces collided is not far from the Earl of Obrissin.
 If a plague breaks out, it could damage the rebels.
 What's more problematic is the undeading of the body. The plague may not happen, given the coming season. But given the bitter resentment of the dead soldiers, knights, and nobles, there is a better chance that the bodies will be undeaded.
 Merchants are apt to be cut short by the fact that Gurgast has already sided with the rebels. if the undead wandered and attacked merchants, tradesmen, and travelers on their way to the Earl of O'Brisin'
 With that in mind, the rebels could not afford to leave the body unattended.

"There was actually a battle, and when they saw it... they must have realized their lack of power. Like me."

 Soldiers smile bitterly and recall the battle with the punitive force.
 a unit led by Gurgast that was the first to charge and inflict heavy damage on the enemy's avant-garde forces. Tiyur's force, which accurately blocked the enemy's action by firing bows and arrows and magic to support it. And above all...

"Your Highness Vichela..."

 The muttering soldier's mind left a strong impression of Vihela, who alone plunged into the enemy cavalry and killed the commander first.
 However, it was only natural for a healthy man in his twenties that he had a strong impression on him because he was dressed as light as Viehla could only assume that he was inviting a man, and because he had a masculine body that could be seen from it.
 Adventurers smile spitefully and open their mouths to see how such soldiers look and understand what they're thinking.

"I don't know what was so amazing about it."
"Ugh!"

 The right soldier is stuck in words and the adventurer laughs at it.
 But even for adventurers laughing at it, Vihela's image, which can only be described as glamorous, remains strongly in my mind.

(It would be paradise if I could spend the night with someone like that... well, it wouldn't be possible.)

 mutter in one's heart
 The question of who Vihela is thinking of has become an open secret within the rebels.
 If the other party had been a nobleman, perhaps one or two of the disturbances would have occurred.
 But when Ray, also known as crimson, was his partner, no one could think of anything more thoughtlessly.
 Vichela is certainly very attractive, but anyone would be hesitant if their life was lost if they touched it badly.
 There are few rebels, and most of them have had the experience of standing in front of Ray in the armor of the hegemony.

"Well, give up. More importantly. Why don't you join me tonight? There are good prostitutes coming."
"Oh, yes," I'm sure you have a good reputation. All right, I'll go, too."

 Some rebels are female soldiers, knights and adventurers, but men still make up the majority of them.
 And as long as there are so many men, it is necessary to dispose of their desires.
 Failure to do so could lead some to attack women in nearby towns and villages, or some to attack women in rebel groups.
 This would undoubtedly lead to a bloody disturbance, and the existence of prostitutes was indispensable to avoid it.
 Since he likes to fight himself, Gurgast naturally pays attention to the area and calls in prostitutes from nearby towns.
 This was also a welcome story for prostitutes.
 After all, it's not going to be a problem if we can't get customers.
 In fact, some even say that there are too many customers to keep up with their physical strength.
 If this continued for a long time, it would only be hell, but whether it was a group of prostitutes or prostitutes dispatched to work, I was thinking enough about it, so that I would work every other day or every other day.
 It's only because we've gathered enough prostitutes so that there's no shortage of prostitutes.
 Other than that, the rebel camp has become a little bit of a village, with a simple bar and shops in the camp.
 Having seen this, Gurgast was thinking of building a new village here when the rebellion was over, but that's another story.
 A meeting was taking place in the magic tent in the center of the camp as rebels trained outside.

"Well, how should I move from now on?"
"Yes!"

 Theoreum stands up to Mercurio's words.
 The leaders of the rebels, including Mercurio, Theorem, and Vihela, are here.
 And among the aristocrats cooperating with the rebels is Ray for some reason.
 As previously said, Ray's position in the rebels is treated as a shortstop.
 Of course, the unit is supposed to move on a set, so there is only one Ray in the unit. And a set?
 That being the case, Ray was treated as leading a shortstop and was allowed to attend the conference. ...more precisely, I was half forced to join.(Why would it be arrogant of me to think...

 There will be a lot of people who would like to stay here. As long as we reject them and stay here.
 In front of such a Ray, Theoreum places a map on the table depicting the position.
 Needless to say, this map was provided by Gurgast, the lord of the land.

"We won a landslide victory against the punitive force. "Well, as this is the established course for them, Prince Schles will not be particularly concerned about it, but only those who knew Prince Schles and his intentions."
In other words, it is understood that the punitive force was severely defeated in the beginning of the war.'

 Theoreum nods to Tiyur's words and continues.

"And considering that they could hardly reveal our cards, we can assume that the last battle was our victory overall."

 Some members of the nobility smile happily at the remark, while others look chagrined.
 The nobles, with their faces on the opposite side, noticed each other...

"How could you be so happy?"
"It's only natural that we won."
"…we certainly won that battle." However, if you think about each other's power, we are still overwhelmingly inferior, right? If you look at it over there, it must have been a little bit of damage. However, it is only a pain like cutting a thin piece of skin with a knife. In comparison, we were supposed to have won a landslide victory, but we were under the pain of bumping our little toe against the corner of the wardrobe."

 When a noble man utters a word, those who hear it frowned unconsciously.
 You must have imagined the pain.

"…I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you mean. I want you to explain it a little more clearly."
"To put it simply, it's the difference in physical strength that you have in the past. Even if we do a lot of damage to them, they have an overwhelming amount of physical strength, so it's almost ineffective... and, on the contrary, they're not intact in battle, so overall, they're doing much more damage to us."
"That's..."

 After hearing the explanation, you must have finally understood it. The aristocrat, who seemed to be happy a little while ago, breathes his breath in spite of himself, and the aristocrat, who was explaining it in the same way, also breathes a melancholy sigh.
 The explanation may have made us even more aware of our current situation.
 There was silence in the tent for a few seconds, but it was the gurgast that broke it.

"Well, we could all understand the current situation of the rebels. The question is how we will work from now on. I'd like to march on to the imperial capital."
"Gurgast... I can't do that, of course." We can't keep up our strength. Well, if it's okay to put Ray on the whole page, I might be able to manage it to some extent."

 Tiyur muttered as he looked at Ray in his colleague's words.
 The other participants agreed that it would be impossible, at least at this point, to continue marching toward the imperial capital.
 Even if you're a groggast, you don't expect your opinion to be adopted just by saying it half jokingly.
 ...though it's half a joke, half a joke.
 For a purely battle-loving group, they had every choice to fight against a host of strong opponents.
 Of course, I don't think I can beat the punitive force in that situation, but I'm sure I can still enjoy a fierce battle.
 In fact, Gurgast's forces suffered little damage in the last battle. That's despite the fact that they were the first to invade the enemy's camp.
 There were some cases in which the rebel army, which was inferior in number, did not appear to be on the offensive at once, and therefore the nobles who were entrusted with the vanguard of the punitive force were fatally delayed in responding, and there were cases in which the leaders of the Gurgast were purely strong.
 The result was that many had been injured but no deaths.
 That's all, though, if you say it was because the other person was too weak.
 Even if it were a group of people, they did not expect to be able to fight the same kind of battle as before against powerful lords.

"Well, as things stand, there are some ways to go... what do you think of Theoreum?"

 Mercurio muttered, turning to Theoreum and urging her to answer.