"Captain Ray! Are you sure you're leaving us for the imperial capital?"
"Oh, that's true," I will leave my position early tomorrow morning and head for the imperial capital. But you knew it very well. The matter is supposed to be confidential, for the most part."

　The first princess, Fritzione, leads her faction out of the imperial capital and joins the rebel Mercurio. Naturally, it was never better to be carried out in secret, and the matter was kept secret among the rebels.
　If Ray, who has already been recognized as the rebel's greatest force, disappears, some insurgents naturally feel uneasy.
　That's why it was rumored that Ray would soon leave alone, but the rumour did not include information about where he would leave.

"I was told by Vice-Captain Pernix. We are Captain Ray's unit, a short-range unit, so we should know more about it in case something happens."
"... I see,"
"Oh, of course, we didn't give any information about where Captain Ray was going outside the unit, so don't worry."
"Well, that's a relief,"
"And... is it true that Captain Ray is going to the imperial capital alone?"

　When a soldier in the shortstop asks Ray, even the other soldiers look at him and urge him to answer.
　The gaze from the people around him was purely that he believed in himself, so it's hard for Ray to hit him hard.
　Unlike the first question, will Ray go alone?
　The squadron here had a strong sense of solidarity because they shared an overwhelming victory in the previous night's attack.
　Some people say they are even more attached to the shortstop than to their old counterparts.
　That's why I'm worried that Ray, the leader, key and central figure of the shortstop, will move alone.
　But... Ray smiles at the soldiers who look anxiously at him and reaches for Seto's head, who was quietly watching the story unfold next to him.

"I'm not alone," There's Seto, too.
"Grull".

　It must have been pleasant to be caressed by Ray. a squinting set of eyes
　Among those watching Seto from the sidelines, there were several soldiers, male and female, who were anxious to caress Seto, who was acting like a cat.

"And I am not the only one heading to the imperial capital, but the White Rose Knights."
"What about them?"

　The soldier muttered with surprise, but the words showed no sign of dissatisfaction.
　a mock battle between Ray and Widale a few days ago for after that he had trained with the other knights of the White Rose Knights and had a good grasp of their abilities.
　In simple terms, the difference was a slight drop in the number of soldiers in the squadron, almost equal in strength.
　Therefore, he could have admitted it purely without seeing it with colored spectacles such as being under the direct control of the first princess.
　The White Rose Knights are, however, the Knights of the First Princess, made up exclusively of women. Not only do they have a secret flower garden image.
　The fact that all the knights are more beautiful than the average would naturally have an effect.
　In fact, quite a few people look disappointed when they hear that Ray and the White Rose Knights are gone.
　Some female soldiers are staring at such men.

"Anyway, that's why you don't have to worry about us. Rather, don't skip while I'm away, and train properly."

　The White Rose Knights would return to this position with the main force if the conversation went well, but that was not yet to be said.
　Instead, they nail the soldiers in the shortstop.

(Well, I wouldn't be able to skip it as long as Pelnicus is here.)

　Now I remember the face of the lieutenant commander explaining under Theoreum about the shortstop.
　The soldiers probably remembered the vice commander's face. If you're going to skip training, your face will twitch as if you didn't know what to expect.

"Oh, well, it won't be as bad as that if you train normally trained. -- but is that all right?"

　Ray's face takes on a serious look, with a small smile and a complete change of voice.
　Ray could be described as a child or a woman, but soldiers who knew his ability did not make fun of him.
　In fact, Ray now exudes a force that oppresses the surroundings.

"You... no, you're a shortstop, including me. The results show that we are the strongest of these rebels, though this might not be the case by name alone. What other troops can make enemies of thousands in less than thirty men, and destroy them without harm to themselves?"
"But that's because ... Captain Ray was there."
"No,"

　Ray, who listens to the soldiers and denies them immediately.

"I am sure that I played the central role. But that's because you've got the enemy out of the way. Without you, the punitive force would certainly have suffered great damage, but it would not have been such a complete victory."
"Captain..."

　That much strength... that's why Ray, the captain of the squad, recognizes their strength.
　When I thought about it, I couldn't speak any more, and the soldiers had expressions of emotion on their faces.

"Oh, well, well, what is it is. At any rate, you can say that you are definitely one of the most elite of the rebels. Don't forget it, never be arrogant and train yourself."
"Yes!"

　A slightly embarrassed look on Ray's face as he responds in unison, he coughs a little and then takes the death size out of the mistling.

"Anyway, I will not be with this rebel for some time from tomorrow. So I'm going to be as strict as I am to-day.

　What was the answer in unison? The soldier's face twitches at Ray's word of going hard.
　The training so far has naturally been rigorous.
　The training is so rigorous that even though the elite are gathered, the soldiers can't eat and drink.
　I can't be pleased to hear that I'm going to do more rigorous training than that.
　But Ray is unlikely to grant these soldiers' wishes... on this day, the soldiers of the shortstop will experience what could be called hell in this world, except for Pernicus, who is also a vice commander.





　At the time of intense training of shortstop troops in their positions, interrogations were taking place elsewhere in the rebel positions.
　Inside the tent, which has been covered by tents, is the Sobre captured by the Rays in the last battle.
　However, the interrogation did not involve torture; it was purely listening.
　Sobble is certainly no better source of information, but it is highly loyal to its chief, Kabazid, and it does not leak information carelessly.
　And above all, it's also a big hand in negotiating with Kabazeed.
　That's why they're segregated in tents different from the other aristocrats they captured during the first expedition.
　It also means that because of Soble's ability, you shouldn't try anything strange.

"And if I told you that's not true, what do you think he said?"
"Come on. You want me to stop?"

　A sovereign to reply to the interrogator's words
　The only way to get information from someone who looks like they're just having a conversation but doesn't intend to talk about it is to torture or make some sort of deal.
　The rebels also initially offered a number of deals. For example, don't turn over to themselves, treat the captives of the previous battle badly, don't you want to eat something more delicious, don't you want to be interested in good women, etc.
　But Sobble refused all of it. He even made it clear that the aristocrats who had been taken prisoner in the previous battle would not be traded because they belonged to a completely different faction.
　Although Sobble could not have been a better source of information on coverd, he could not take strong measures considering the advantages and disadvantages of extracting information, and he was trying to get even a little information while chatting.
　But even as a sovereign, I understand that much. The reason I understand and get on with small talk is that I don't know what to do if I ignore the other person's behavior too much.
　It is also aimed at keeping information away from them as long as they are careful, or, if things go well, getting information about the rebels from themselves.
　Now that I'm in captivity, I can't escape with my physical abilities.
　All we can do now is get even a little information from the man in front of us and use it to help our Lord, Kabazide.That's why I was responding to the conversation with the interrogator in front of me.

"Well, if you're going to do that, you're going to do it secretly. Can you believe it?"
"Sneakly, sir. Surely some people may be more pleased with it."
"Is that so? I'm straightforward... Huh?"

　The man who was talking noticed footsteps approaching the tent and stopped speaking and reached for the dagger in his waist.
　This tent is located in a hard-to-find position and is placed out of sight of other tents.
　Naturally, there are guards in the tents around, and anyone approaching this tent should be driven away.
　I mean, did you get permission from above to come here...

(Or have all the sentinels been incapacitated?)

　an interrogator with a bad imagination
　There's a good reason why this man is so nervous.
　Originally, he asked his boss not to let anyone pass while he was here.
　Trying to extract information while chatting doesn't replace Soble's captivity.
　Of course, I'm careful not to let it go, and I'm paying attention to it.
　In such a situation, someone comes to me... I hear the nervous interrogator talking to the watchmen in front of the tent, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
　It was because the voice was familiar to me.
　After a few words with the watchmen, the entrance to the tent opens.
　The man who came in was, after all, a man he knew.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you while you're talking,"
"Yes, indeed," So what do you want me to do? I've been talking about a good point."

　To the interrogator muttering somewhat sullenly, the new man entering the tent shows what he had in his hand with a wry smile.
　It is a common autumn fruit in the Vestian Empire, about the size of a yellow fist and named Lyot.
　If Ray saw the Lyot, he would remember the pear.
　On the outside, Ray was slightly smaller than the pear he used to eat in Japan, but the fruit was definitely pear.
　It's too much to say that autumn features... but still in season, this Lyot is a popular fruit for its moisture and sweetness.
　They are eaten outside of the Vestian Empire, but especially those of the Vestian Empire prefer Lyot.
　The interrogator also smiled so much that he wanted to ask what his displeasure was a few seconds ago when he was handed the Lyot, and Sobble's lips arcuate faintly.

"It looks delicious, doesn't it?"
"It certainly looks delicious, but ... that's why you don't bring it now, do you?"
"I've got permission from above,"

　That's probably true, given that we've come this far without being blamed by soldiers waiting in the tents around us or by security guards waiting outside this tent.

"Why bother..."

　I'm glad you brought me the Lyot, but the interrogator said that it would not direct anyone else to the interrogation -- all I've been talking about it.

"Well, don't worry. I don't think it's possible to keep you here all the time."
"...is that all?"
"Oh, I don't think you meant anything else, and you just meant to let him relax." Come to think of it, have you heard that crimson is going to leave on duty tomorrow?"
"Ah? Oh, of course I know. I hear it's a top secret mission, but... well, that crimson does it. I'm sure it's going to be a lot of wildfire."

　an interrogator who retorts with a rhyot
　The interrogator's words made Sobble respond with a twinge, but the man who was tasting the Lyot didn't seem to notice.
　and... that the man who brought the Lyot should look at the Sobble for a moment of meaning.