725 Episode 0725



"...what? What now?"

 Widale is dumbfounded in a magic tent near the center of a rebel position.
 No, that's not enough, but it turns a suspicious glance at Ray in the magic tent.
 Normally, some nobles would say something rude, but fortunately or unfortunately none of them would accuse them of understanding Widale's feelings.
 Some even had expressions on their faces that they could understand what he said.

"That's the exact meaning. The night before yesterday, crimson and the short-range troops there launched a night attack on the punitive force and succeeded in almost destroying it."

 I was told that again, but for Widere, it was unbelievable.
 What I can't believe is how they launched a night attack against a punitive force that would still have been within their sphere of influence, and how they caused devastating damage against a punitive force of 6,000 men.
 Especially in the latter, the White Rose Knights, including Widale, have been with their guards since they came to the rebels, but they still understand the number of Ray's troops.
 With that many people, how can I...?
 Passing Widale's mind was a tornado of flames used on the Celemus plain, but it was unlikely that it would be devastated.
 It's only natural that Ray's fire whirlwind could move around in his position.
 But... the report was also fatal to Widale.
 I know that Fritzione, his lord, is worried about fighting among his brothers.
 That's why Fritzione has created a stalemate on the rebel side, and we want to settle the civil war during that stalemate through discussions.
 Widale had guessed that he was aiming for it, but he didn't even think that Fritzione, who had helped to detain Mercurio, would be accepted so easily.
 Widale's attention to the strength of both Kabazid and Shurus.
 Fritzione was at a disadvantage in numbers if he fought squarely against the two princes, and he intended to make the rebels accept him.
 Of course, the First Princess's forces under Fritzione are inferior to those of Kabazide and Surus. However, the rebels will accept that they still have the strength to form a faction.
 But... this story has overshadowed the insurgents' lack of military power.
 If Ray is an individual and armed man, it's the same as the two forces in the rebels.
 There's no doubt that in the night attack the shortstop was waiting at the entrance to the railing so far. However, even without it, the position of the punitive force had already been almost destroyed by Ray's magic, so the shortstop force was nothing more than a bonus.
 After thinking that far, Widale once again comes up with a plan to break down the current situation.

(At present, there are five forces that are active in this civil war: His Royal Highness Kabazide, His Royal Highness Schles, His Royal Highness Mercurio, crimson, and His Royal Highness Frizione. His Majesty was on the sidelines, and most of the Imperial armies were used to guard against strange movements in neighboring countries and the Kingdom of Milliana.)

 Widdere, glancing at Ray, who is just ahead of her, starts thinking again in her head over heels.

(In other words, at present, Prince Mercurio and Prince Schles are joining forces with each other. ...but in terms of pure military strength, the former is advantageous. If so, I can still do it. In this situation, Prince Fritzione's power can be a trump card. His Highness Fritzione will not be pleased, but his safety is his first priority!"

 Fritzione's top priority is Fritzione's safety.
 Given this, it was impossible to lose the position of cooperating with the rebels, who were currently at a disadvantage in terms of military power, but who were overwhelmingly advantageous in the war situation.
 In the first place, the irregularity of individuals with enough power to compete with a single army greatly undermines the calculations and expectations of Widale and Fritzione.
 As a Widale, it's only natural that he wants to shout, "What a waste!"

(The question is, what do they think?) When I brought you up with me before, you seemed to be quite positive, but if you haven't changed your mind...)

 When I think that far, I suddenly see Mercurio looking at me with a smile.

"What!"

 Have you found out what you were thinking? I think so for a second, but the next moment, I'm going to open myself up to what's the matter?
 Originally I'm a knight, but I'm not a politician. Mercurio, who had been educated as a prince through this kind of gut‐searching, couldn't be better than him.

"Your Highness Mercurio," Was I called today to tell you about the repulse of the punitive force?"
"That's true, too," But it's been a few days since you've been in the rebel position, and I'm going to tell you how to respond to the offer from sister Fritzione."

 It's here.
 That's what Mercurio said.
 I've been here all this time to hear this answer. And now that the punitive force has been repulsed, it is unlikely that the rebels will accept Fritzione.
 We must somehow persuade it to overturn Mercurio's judgment...
 Widere thought so, but what Mercurio said was unexpected.

"Yes, I'll be glad to accept your offer,"
"...what?"

 Widere could not make out what the person in front of her was saying.
 No, I understand, but I still don't know why I made that choice.
 Already, the rebels have rejected the punitive force twice, so why do you accept Fritzione, who could go out of his way to spark more fire here?
 a murmur that one cannot understand
 Mercurio, however, smiled at Widale's muttering.

"Didn't you think I'd accept your offer?"
"No!"

 The hesitation reveals Widale's inner feelings.

"Well, I don't understand Widale's feelings. But even if we win this time, it doesn't necessarily mean we can win next time, does it? Of course, we plan to win, but even if we think about the plan, it's better to have more military power. And..."

 Mercurio with a wry smile.
 The wry smile seemed to Widere, unlike the one that floated a few seconds ago.

"Sister Fritzione has high popular support for her personality. Such a person wants to join us, so I can't deny it. But of course, there are some problems to accept."
"...what is it?"
"First of all, the biggest problem is the right to succeed to the throne. If you want to join me, I'll be my subordinate, if I may say this. That's how I perceive it, but is it all right?"
"That... I'm sorry, but I can't answer it at my own discretion."

 I don't think Fritzione is aiming for the throne, even for Widale.
 But I can't answer Fritzione's questions from now on, and I have no choice but to postpone them.
 Needless to say, Mercurio knows that Widale will respond like that.
 That's why I can connect it to the following words.

"Then I suppose I'll have sister Fritzione back to tell me about the matter." I don't think my brother will improve now, and it won't be difficult to return to the imperial capital. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "

 The words set Widale apart for a moment. What kind of conditions can you attach? That's because I thought so.

"If sister Fritzione joins me, it is of course necessary for me to send a bodyguard. It will take time for both Schles and Kabad to form a large expeditionary force, but I don't think we'll miss coming from our camp."
"That's... that's for sure."

 Mercurio's words are compelling, and he nods back.

"But you know you can't send a large army, can you? You're within the sphere of improvement. The reason why Ray led only his troops during the night attack was to prevent them from being found.""I mean, it's..."
"Yes, I'm going to have Ray and Sett take me. Ray's individual fighting power is unmatched. "Well, as you can see from this night's attack, I am good at destroying a large area of enemies by magic, but since I am a magician, I can easily fight close to them."
"That's... I know." and yet I saw him as a bodyguard to His Highness Fritzione at the competition."
"... well, it's unusual for sister Fritzione, who doesn't like fighting."
"It is the duty of the Imperial family to watch the final fight. But... the face of Ray, who played an active part in the competition, is quite widespread in the imperial capital. Regardless of the fact that this is only after some time has passed, it will still remain in the impressions of the people of the imperial capital, partly because of the intensity of the battle against the Noise Palace."

 So in this case, it was Vichela who spoke to Widere, who asked him with such a meaning.

"Yes, Ray is a good seller, but if you don't find him, you'll find him if you're not an individual, and his fighting power will be important." But if you were to welcome sister Fritzione, it would be better for me, my sister, to go."

 a Vihela that punctuates there
 That's only natural. For those in the imperial capital, Ray certainly became famous in this competition, but Vihela is more famous than that.
 Of course, there are others who excel in fighting power as individuals. For example, glucose and Theoreum.
 Gurgast, let alone Theoreum, is known to some aristocrats in the empire, but not to the general public, by name.
 The reason why Ray was chosen in the midst of all this. It was, after all, a set that could fly.
 From the rebel position to the imperial capital, about two days. Running on a horse is even shorter than that, but it still takes more than a day.
 But... Seto is only a few hours away.
 That overwhelming mobility was the main reason Ray was chosen.
 In addition, it's natural that Ray is the only one who can fly on a set.
 Explained by Vihela's words, Widale could not help but be convinced.

"... I see. So when exactly will he be back in the imperial capital?"
"I can't say for sure, as I'm currently exploring the situation in the imperial capital, but I'm sure you'll be leaving soon." So, Widere, you, the White Rose Knights, must be ready to leave at any time."

 Widale would nod to Viehla's words.





 Bratta, who had recovered from a slow rest, immediately began training.
 He must have been more than mortified that he could not help his partner Soble because of his lack of ability. wield a long sword with a fierce expression on one's face.
 The blow smashes the target tree.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

 How many hours have you been training? His breath was heavy and his face was dripping with sweat.
 Even the soldiers of the First Prince's faction around him thought that it would be better to stop Bratta, but no one could talk to him today, and more and more people moved to other training grounds just to stay away from him.
 In the meantime...

"Blatta!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... Rodos?" What's wrong with me? I'm busy now. If you have any business to do, leave it."

 Bratta tried to go back to training, but then stopped at Rodos' words.

"Is it true that Ray came out?"
"...I'll get him off with this!"

 A long sword was waved along with a murderous remark, destroying the tree that had been buried next to the tree that had just been destroyed.