"I must take the request of His Highness Fritzione!"

　The voices of the nobility echo through the magic tent.
　Some people agree to it, while others disagree.

"Is it safe to believe so easily?" The reason why Prince Mercurio started his army this time was because those including Prince Frizione were put under house arrest. In that case, I think it's better to think that there's something wrong with this case."

　Some aristocrats agree with the words, but the number of people who agree with them is higher than the number of people who agree with them.
　Pro-nobles open their mouths to the opposition.

"His Majesty's kindness is widespread throughout the empire. You know that, don't you? Prince Fritzione is popular with the people in the first place. If you think about it, let the public know that you rejected their offer here. There's no doubt that we'll lose support. How will that turn out? Don't you think you don't understand?"
"That is... certainly the case, but... may I trust you so easily? And if you say you stand by us, how do you stand by us? Prince Fritzione, unlike Mr. Vihela, is not a man of great individual bravery. It's impossible to escape from the imperial capital and join us... but it's quite difficult."

　Even the aristocrats in favor of this opinion have no choice but to agree.
　In fact, Fritzione is not particularly good at military prowess, unlike Vihela, who is famous for his individual bravery, Schles, who is well-supported by the military and has great ability when he leads his troops, and Kabazid, who is well-versed in everything.
　In the case of Mercurio, his individual bravery is not so high, and in that sense he is in a position similar to Fritzione's, but he is highly expected to have a subordinate nicknamed Theoreum and his potential as an incomplete masterpiece.
　...and the reason why Fritzione is called His Highness is because Vichela wanted it.
　If there were two honorable men in the same army, there could be a lot of confusion, and at the same time he had already left the Empire of Bestia.
　Therefore, he prohibited himself from being called His Highness, but he could not have been called off, and it was now a sign of his presence.

(Join Prince Fritzione? It's not that I can't help it...)

　Listening to the aristocrats, Theoreum glances in a certain direction.
　The only person who is there is here, but not particularly expressing his opinion. Ray, the only person who could turn the tide of the war on his own, is a real rebel trump card.
　It's true that it's easy to join a man named Ray if he's going to guard him.
　If they were to join normally, they would have to send an elite force, but in Ray's case, one and one would be enough with Sett.
　Furthermore, it is highly mobile because it can fly.
　Considering the capabilities of the White Rose Knights, the knights under Fritzione's direct control, it would be sufficient to join the rebels.
　Should I ask Ray? When I opened my mouth thinking like that, Theoreum suddenly noticed Ray's gaze.
　The gaze is not directed at Theoreum, but at those arguing about what to do with Fritzione's offer.
　I wouldn't have cared so much if it were that much. However, Ray's gaze is on a particular person among those discussing it. Specifically, for some reason, it was to the three of them who had hardly expressed their opinions.
　They don't stare at each other, but they look at each other secretly so that they don't notice them.
　Theoreum noticed it only because she was looking at Ray from the side.
　If you had been here without knowing anything, you probably wouldn't have noticed.

(What? Is there something?)

　Worried by the gaze, Theoreum also looks at the three.
　The aristocrats at the sight were those who offered their support to the rebels after the last battle, especially the typical weathercock-type aristocrats who had no connection to cabazide, Schles, or Fritzione.
　But I thought that was why I couldn't become the mainstream, and that I had joined the rebels in an attempt to turn the tables. . . . .

(Is there something?)

　think so
　Indeed, it's certainly strange to say nothing special about this case, given that we've joined the rebels in the sense that we'll make a difference.
　It's okay to speak up to make a good impression on Mercurio.

(When I think about it... it's certainly strange.)

　Theoreum can also understand the funnyness of some of the aristocrats in front of her eyes.
　There's something. The question I felt a few seconds ago had already turned into conviction.

(Then, you'd better talk to Ray once, wouldn't you?) It's only after this meeting is over. I will also speak to His Highness Mercurio...)

　Theorame turns to Mercurio, who watches the story unfold silently, where he learns that Mercurio has also turned his eyes to the person he was looking at.

(Is His Highness Mercurio aware? Then this is the real thing.)

　The discussion goes on, with the Teorem thinking like that.
　But in the end, whether it's for or against joining forces with Fritzione, the conversation proceeds in a situation close to parallel, without stepping into each other's shoes.
　for about an hour What stopped the argument was the sound of one of the nobles' stomachs.
　By the time the incident spread, the sun had already set, and the few, including Ray, had broken up from the spot to meet with the White Rose Knights, so many people must have had dinner. In the meantime, the matter of Fritzione's cooperation was revealed and summoned again.
　Some of them might have finished eating, but there was no doubt that they had not finished eating because they had finished some business.
　The angry aristocrat blushes with embarrassment, and Mercurio glances at Teoreme as he watches it.
　We communicate silently, and then Theoreum opens her mouths.

"It would be a parallel if we kept talking. How about we finish the discussion today and each of us go back to his tent and put our thoughts together?"
"Well, it's true that it's necessary to cool down in order to get your thoughts together, rather than just continuing to have meaningless discussions for a long time.

　Mercurio was the first to agree with Theorem's words.
　When the aristocrats heard it, they had to stop complaining about Theoreum.
　Mercurio opens his mouth with a smile on his face to one of these faces.

"What do you think? I don't think my opinion is that wrong."
"...that's right. I agree with that opinion, too."

　Mercurio nods reluctantly to the nobles, who tell him so.

"Well, that's how it is," I want everyone to gather their own opinions tomorrow morning. What is the best course of action for us? Or, if there is anything else besides joining hands with sister Fritzione or not, I will look forward to it."

　With the words at the end, the nobles walk out of the magic tent.
　Watching it, Ray also follows without saying anything in particularly.

"Ray... Are you all right?"

　Vihela mutters to Ray's back, but Teoreme nods that there is no problem.

"That's Ray," I think it will be something that Mr. Vihela is worried about."
"Really? ... well, I suppose so." It's Ray who beat me. If the other party has any trump card, surely there is nothing they can do about it unless it is commonplace."

　Theorem, who understands that Vihela was also aware of some of the mischievous aristocrats, breathes when he is slow in his judgment.

(With the appearance of the White Rose Knights, a letter from His Highness Fritzione... or in this case a personal letter? It is true that there were many suggestions that we should join hands at the same time.worthless)

　Theoreme, who breathed in his inner breath, secretly reassigned his mind not to repeat the same folly.Night. There is already no noise from the soldiers around, and it's time to just go to bed.
　The moon shone brightly from the night sky as if it were a sign of tomorrow's fine weather.
　On such a night there were three aristocrats drinking wine in a tent with a certain aristocrat.

"Well, I can't believe such a great achievement will come in. Should I say that I'm glad I joined the rebels?"
"Well, what a fool I thought when you told me about it?"
"Certainly. We're not stupid enough to go out of our way to fight a losing battle."

　Mocking comes to mind. However, it was directed not at the people here but at the other nobles who were in the rebel army.
　These three nobles had no intention of joining the rebels.
　It would be natural to defend the house, given the overwhelming disadvantage of the rebels in terms of military power.
　...however, I was surprised to see Ray, nicknamed crimson, when he joined the rebels.
　But no matter how strong they are, they are only individuals. I couldn't help but turn my head when I was told if I could stand up against those who organized the army.
　Of course, Ray himself demonstrates in the Spring War that it is possible to do so by fighting.
　But if you know there's a means of a tornado of fire, there's plenty of countermeasures. That was the common feeling of these three nobles.

"I was supposed to turn over to the other side at a time of greater war."
"Now that such a great achievement has been made, don't you have to wait so long?"
"Well, if we wait until the time of the war, we may suffer a lot of damage. If you bring this information, which will not cause any damage, they will be happy to welcome you."

　The other two nodded approvingly whether they had any objections to the remark.

"But the question is how to get through these rebels." Since 儂 et al. have led the troops, they stand out in their own way when they move. Should we have reduced the number of soldiers a little?"

　He muttered, but the other nobles spoke with a wry smile.

"In the first place, my original plan was to betray me on the battlefield. With that in mind, it would not have been possible to reduce the number of course.
"Well, if we had done so, we wouldn't even have been able to guarantee our safety."

　The first man to complain about the words of two of his companions takes his mind back.

"But how do you leave the rebels? If things go on like this, they'll be involved in the battle." I'm not going to do that anymore, let alone yesterday. for the damage will be too great."

　The other two nodded back to the words that were spat out in disgust.
　How do we make a profit by doing less damage? With that in mind, there was no need to wait for the fight to take place, given the knowledge of Fritzione.
　After that, we continue to discuss how to break away from the rebels, but the conversation stops when their forces stand out.
　And I guess it's getting troublesome. One of the nobles speaks with a sigh.

"Why don't you leave your troops here?"

　The other nobles who heard the remark immediately deny it.
　But it's not about thinking about your subordinates...

"Don't be silly. They are the troops that we brought in in order to cover themselves in the battle. Can't we throw away such an elite force here?"
"It hurts to be out of touch with them," I sent a messenger over there before I joined him, but I had not contacted him since then for the danger of being found. I wish I could get in touch with them in more detail...
"That can't be helped. On the part of the expeditionary force, I suppose you said that you had never succeeded in trying to sneak intelligence into the rebels?"
"...but as far as I can see from joining here, it is the ordinary soldiers who are on guard, I don't think any specially trained intelligence unit can do anything about it."

　When one of the nobles raised his long-cherished doubts, the other nobles must have felt the same way. nod to the remark

"That's probably because there was someone like me."

　a person who comes into the tent at the same time as such a voice echoes
　There was a bigger sickle in his hand than the Lord of the Voice.