"What? Can I really go!? I'll never listen to you if I tell you a lie later, right?"

　Bratta, who uttered the voice, tells her to make sure of the sovereign in front of her.
　Soble breathes a small sigh at the person, whom he might call his partner.
　As a sovereign, we didn't want to take the matter on ourselves if possible.
　But if you are directly ordered by your lord, Kabazid, you can't refuse it unless there's a good reason.
　And since there was no reason to say no, I had no choice but to accept it.

(Organization of the second punitive force) ...if possible, Prince Schles would continue to take over... well, given the last defeat and the ransom negotiations for prisoners of war. Prince Fritzione? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　In many ways, I don't want to pretend to be dangerous, but it's also true that someone has to be aware of the danger and move things around.
　It was a sovereign we knew, but we still have to wonder why.
　And it's no use feeling a little frustrated at the sight of his partner, who is easily pleased when he goes on a rampage in front of him.

"I hope you're having fun," Why don't you think about it a little?"
"What? You're in charge of that, aren't you?" Why am I...?

　Soble sighs involuntarily when he says that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
　I knew my partner in front of me had that kind of personality, but I wanted him to think more about it.

(Do you want me to pull you around the Pelfield?）

　The sight of a training-loving female knight passed through my mind, but I immediately dismiss it.
　It is true that Perfeel has a lot of ability, and he is a safe partner if he works with him.
　But because of his personality, he is not compatible with Bratta.
　Also, Perfir is currently a mentor to Rodos, and he will not be able to afford to work with them, if not very much.

"I can't help it, can't it?"

　Shake your head slightly and look back at the paper in your hand.
　It describes how the previous expeditionary force fought against the rebels.
　...however, there is only a record of being done unilaterally from beginning to end before the circumstances.

"If you could send me at least a little more decent people... I mean, it was just a piece of junk for evaluating the opponent's military strength, so I can't ask for more. Moreover, since we were able to achieve our original goal of understanding the forces of the other side, that attack was a success. I'm worried."
"You don't have to worry so much, do you? Besides, didn't you say that some of the rebels promised to backfire on me? I think we could do anything about it." Just...

　The reason Bratta hesitated to say is probably the information given to him by the Prime Minister, Peche. That is to say...

"Is it possible that crimson is cooperating with the rebels?"
"That's it,"

　Bratta nods back to Sobre's words.
　There may be someone in the rebels who has that much fighting power. I don't want to go so far as to say that I would lose in battle... but it was easy to predict that I would struggle.

"I understand Bratta's concern, but she didn't show up in the last battle, did she?
"It wasn't the last battle, but there's a possibility that we are now. That makes me feel a little uneasy."

　Not long ago, Bratta looked happy about the battle, but he looked as if it had been a lie.
　If Ray really came out in battle, I understand that he would struggle with it out.

"And Prince Vihela and the Earl of Obrissin, Theorem. In many ways, there are elite people there. ... well, I don't think we're going to lose either. But crimson is the only exception."
"... as for that matter, we need to find some countermeasures this time anyway. No matter how much we fight in our favor, there is a possibility that the situation will turn upside down when he comes out. The tornados of fire we hear will not be usable in a mixed battle, but the Gryphon is too troublesome."
"Certainly. It's about rank A monsters and any kind of trick. ... Oh, don't do that! It's no use thinking like this. He came out when he came out, and he said he had no choice but to respond according to circumstances. Soble, please gather as many people as you can with your bow. As long as you're flying in the sky, you can control your face with an arrow."

　Sobul nods to the words with some thought.
　Surely, as long as the opponent is flying in the air, you don't have to think about accidental fire on your side.
　However, if you shoot them down in the sky in a state of war, they may harm your friends fighting on the ground.

"Do you need other supply units?"
"...how many soldiers are we going to have this time? Was it 3,000 in the last battle? It seems stupid to have suffered such a crushing defeat, but is this the same number?"
"No, I want to bring this rebellion to an end as soon as possible. Fighting within the Empire of Bestia will only diminish our national strength. The ideal way is to cut off Prince Mercurio's head, with little expenditure on our part, and with as little expenditure on the rebel force as possible."
"Are you serious?"

　Blatta gasps in spite of the far-fetched prospect.

"Well, that's impossible, isn't it?" As I said before, their strength is much better than it is, but they should not cause any damage to us, let alone to our opponents... if they can do so, then there is no need for civil war."
"I know you're talking about luxury. That's the best thing to do, not that we have to. However, it is also true that we want to minimize the loss of the national power of the Westian Empire in this civil war. If we lose our national strength here, not to mention the Kingdom of Mileana, but the neighboring countries could make strange moves."
"Well, it's okay, isn't it? After all, it's only the individual aristocrats who are involved in this civil war. I have heard that the imperial army itself is moving so that the neighboring countries and the kingdom of Milliana do not do strange things."

　Soble nods in agreement with Bratta. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, however, as if he had never fully agreed with him.
　The only way to get Mercurio out of the competition for succession to the throne was to take this opportunity. But it's no fun for a man serving Kabazid that it's all dancing on the palm of Trajist, who is also the emperor.
　But Sobble immediately shakes his head.
　This is not the time to think about the future. In any case, we have to make Kabazid, our boss, the winner of this civil war.

(In that sense, it was fortunate that Prince Schles lost the first battle. If we win the next battle, that achievement will stand out. Prince Kabazid beat Prince Schles' defeated opponent, let alone the aristocrats who knew the situation. Only the result should remain. and the next battle will be more and more unbeatable.)

　Sobble calculated how much supplies he was going to prepare in his mind, how many troops he was going to carry, how many troops he was going to guard, and so on, but suddenly realized that he was curious about something.

"What's the matter?""Huh? Oh. I'll just go back and say, maybe the rebels need crimson, so will you take Rodos?"
"…so to speak, so be it. He originally decided to cooperate with us to beat crimson."
"You were the one who tried to get him in, and you were the one who negotiated to get him in, weren't you?"
"A piece that has a certain amount of strength and doesn't have to worry about betraying us." That's all I thought about. You too, in the end, found it troublesome to train him, and left him in the custody of Perfeil."

　It may be true that he is no longer interested. Blatta gently turns away from Sobble, who tells her without any emotion.

"No, I don't mean to say that it's troublesome. If you simply leave that training idiot alone, Rodos will naturally get involved in the training and get trained. I just decided that's the best choice because I wanted to be strong."
"Then don't look away as if you were deliberate. ... Well, how's Rodos finished? It depends, if you take him with you. It may be useful for military purposes, but it is also important whether or not we should listen to our instructions."
"Ah... from what I saw a little while ago, it's getting pretty strong." Of course he's below me."
"That's true, isn't it? After all, you are the best in the First Prince's faction. If I can be stronger than you, I'll be in trouble. -- no, considering Perfeil's habit of training, the possibility is..."
"No,"

　Bratta assures me so.
　Even Bratta understands that he is one of the strongest in the First Prince's school.
　Having risen to his present position through his power, he has great pride in his power.
　What is different from the aristocrats in those days is that their speech and power are well balanced.
　...though it is very much like the rebel's gurgast, as it is completely specialized in combat.
　Sobble smiles at his lips, as if he had read such a partner's inner thoughts.

"All right. I'm sure so. ...well, that's all. If Rodos doesn't have any problems with his military strength, he will just tell the rebels that there might be crimson and ask them if they will participate in the operation."
"Oh, then I'll be there at once." You're busy preparing for the start, aren't you?"
"I ordered it."

　Shortly spoken, Blatta leaves the room.
　Soble, who sees his partner off the back, immediately begins to move to get ready for the attack.

(His Highness Fritzione... or should I ask someone else to contact him?) It would be bad to know about this hand.)

　As a sovereign, I honestly wanted Fritzione to be quiet about this departure.
　From a military standpoint, Fritzione is not a force to be underestimated.
　Although he is not as strong as two brothers, he still has sufficient military power to influence the power chart surrounding the right to succeed to the throne.
　No way, I don't think the Fritzione is trying to help Mercurio.
　If I had known that I had sent the White Rose Knights to do so, I would have sent some of the more competent pieces I could use.
　He would have seized the Widerees by all means, and seized the envelope to hand them over to Mercurio.
　But it's already too late.
　Is it God's mischief, or Widale's own luck? The White Rose Knights had already completed their contact with the rebels and had also gone to Mercurio for their sealed letter.

"Anyway, do we need to get ready as soon as possible?" A unit capable of attacking at long distances is especially essential. And if we have to beat the rebels in a loud way, we might as well have a Dragon Knight ready."

　They must decide immediately what kind of unit to form after consulting with their lord, Kabazid.
　With this in mind, Soble also left the room.





"Oh, that's Kabazid's brother next." It can't be helped because Schulz seems busy with many things from the last incident. It's sad that brothers should fight each other. Maybe this is because I made a mistake in my judgment at that time."

　When he hears reports from his men that the First Prince's faction has begun to make an attack, Fritzione mutters melancholy.
　Reach for the cup on the table, and take a sip or two of tea to swallow with the thoughts that lie within you.
　His drooping eyes are sad.
　It's sad, if only half, that brothers and sisters who are related by blood fight.
　I thought I had done my best to prevent this from happening, but I couldn't help but let it get behind me... as a result, I couldn't prevent this civil war.

"And... I'm behind you again."

　If only we had sent Widale a little earlier.
　A female knight nearby speaks encouragingly to Fritzione, who regrets it like that.

"Mr. Fritzione's kindness is sure to be a trump card to overcome this situation. Let's resist, so that we don't have to fight with each other."
"… Well, now that I'm here, it's supposed to be a battle between three members of the Imperial family and one member of the Imperial family. I suppose it's officially three and two because of Vihela's."
"Yes, if Mr. Fritzione gets there... it is impossible to create a state of equilibrium." However, in that case, the right to succeed to the Imperial Throne is..."

　Fritzione nods to the voice of his subordinate and friend, muttering in a difficult way.

"Yes, I know that," But I will never let the brothers fight each other the way my father wanted."

　Fritzione muttered to herself, with an unfit resolution in her eyes, wrapped in tenderness.