screams and cheers from the battlefield It was clearly an extraordinary thing.
　At the very least, for Perfir, who was in charge of attacking rebel positions, it's nothing more than an unexpected and unexpected.

"What's going on? What is the cause of this disturbance?"

　Still, Perfeil's men around him shake their heads in a flustered manner when asked calmly.

"I don't know! The troops are completely confused and out of touch! We've already sent messenger soldiers, but I don't think it'll take much longer to get information."
"I'd like to say it's too late! …, but that's the best option at the moment. Well done. Is there anyone who can predict it?"
"The most conceivable thing is that Prince Mercurio has put in what could be called a trump card that he has been preserved?"

　One of Perfir's staff members, who was near the knight who uttered the word, spoke.

"But they've already sent in a few elite troops with the demagogues that would be trump."
"There must have been other trump cards." At the very least, there is a Theoreum in the competition. When I think about it, I'm not surprised at all."
"…I see. Is it possible, then, that Prince Vichela may have returned to the scene, even though the breath of Quartome may have been used to show visions of the area, that Prince Vichela should have noticed this movement more than sufficiently."
"Wait, but then you'll hear from the troops stationed outside the range of Quartome's breath. It's impossible to hear from you at all."
"Well, the rest are Prince Fritzione's army, but it's strange that they don't tell us that they've broken through."
"In the first place, they would have even prepared a stone-throwing machine on the road in the direction of the imperial capital, wouldn't they? It would have been so easy to break through..."

　One of the people who was there cried out loud.
　A soldier on horseback came as if he had timed.

"Messages, messengers! Almost all the troops of Prince Fritzione in the direction whereabouts are coming are destroyed!"
"What!"

　The man, who just told me that he had even prepared a rock-throwing machine, was all right, and turned a blind eye to the report.
　No, it's not just him. All the people in this headquarters were the same, and even Perfiel was no exception.

"Is that true?"

　Nevertheless, it would be unique to Perfeil, who has a strong confidence in Kabazid, to ask questions as unabashedly as his men do.

"There's no doubt! I... I saw that crimson raged and destroyed the slingers! And the rest of the troops, besides the placement of the slingers, had a lot of rocks dropped from the sky, which was devastating." There were many dead and injured, some of whom had been commanding the unit dead, and most of them were so confused that they didn't form the unit!"
"…I see. In other words, the trouble is the work of crimson."

　a whimpering perfection
　Those who were there also noticed the words.

"So!"
"Probably not," The crimson is a slave to the Gryphon. those who fly and those who run on the earth It goes without saying which is faster?"
"That's..."

　Those who were listening to Perfiel's words catch their breath.
　The remark was undoubtedly true.

"If there was a Dragon Knight..."

　Some muttered so, but Perfeel quickly shook his head.

"No. Did you forget the crimson destroyed the Dragon Knight in the Spring War?"
`But if you use it as a messenger!"
"...that your Highness Kabazeed had made a mistake?"

　As Perfeil calmly asks, the man, who had been exasperated about the Dragon Knights, returns, as if he had recovered.

"I don't think so. But Prince Kabazid is also a son of man. That being the case, I'm sure you can't think of everything. In such a case, we, as subjects, need to remonstrate."
"It may be true, but even in the case of the Dragon Knights, we cannot deny the possibility that there is a reason we might not have expected. ...well, that's all. Order the whole army to retreat once. If we get so confused, it will only increase our damage if we continue to fight."
"Yes! I'll start right away."

　Soldiers on standby for messengers leave the headquarters at once.
　After seeing it off, Perfiel turns his eyes to his men again.

"Everyone, be ready to withdraw."
"You're going to leave like this?"
"Yes, as I said to the messenger, as long as crimson is here, there will be no chance of winning. On the contrary, like Bratta's expeditionary force, a tornado of flames may knock you all out."
"That's..."

　The man, who was dissatisfied with the withdrawal, knew how much damage Bratta had suffered and could not argue further.
　Now that crimson has arrived on this battlefield, there is no denying that a tornado of flames could be used.
　But after a number of steps, I finally succeeded in bringing it to this situation.
　Nonetheless, there is a feeling outside of Perfeil that it is acceptable to retreat so easily.
　To reassure his men, Perfeil opens his mouth with a smile.

"Don't worry, there were certainly a lot of unexpected things about this, but Prince Kabazid would have fully anticipated this possibility. Perhaps the troops on their way are prepared for crimson."

　When his men hear the words, they look surprised.
　As was the case with the story, the most surprising thing was the sight of Perfiel's smile.
　It's hard on others and even harder on yourself. Quite a few people say they've never seen the smile.

"Besides, Prince Kabazeed used to say that he had an inner hand against crimson. Then it's about time we cut the trump card."
"Isn't that magic item that Rodos used to absorb the flames that were created by magic?"

　The words make Perfiel's face faintly... so much so that even the people around him don't notice it.
　For Perfeil, Rodos is a trained partner.
　No matter how much Rodos himself wanted, he didn't want to use magic items that absorb flames or even contain his will instead of giving them powerful regenerative abilities.In fact, I'm far from fully satisfied with the matter, even if it's a covert idea.
　I feel that way for a moment, but I immediately shake my head and concentrate on what's in front of me.
　The more time we spend here, the more damage we have to our side.

"His Highness Kabazeed said there were several ways to deal with crimson. I don't know what it is, but if there was only one, I would never have said there were some."

　The words that came out of Perfiel's mouth were true.
　Kabazid, the boss of those here, never says what he can't do.
　It was clearly understood from my experience in service.
　That's why everyone there follows Perfiel's words.

"All right. So what did you say to the second prince?"

　Since the rebels are attacking the positions, there are naturally not only Kabazid but also Surus's hands.
　However, the current second prince faction led by Schles has lost a lot of power.
　It was a very ironic result that the nobles, who were taken prisoner in the first battle, were now at the mercy of the Perfirs.
　At any rate, since many of the nobles who were supposed to be slaughtered survived, they are currently negotiating for a ransom for the rebels, and there is no way that they will be able to put their forces on the battlefield.
　Of course, not all nobles were captured, but some were completely intact because Schles recognized them as capable nobles from the beginning.
　However, compared to the Kabazid, which was the largest faction and had many capable nobles, their power was overwhelmingly weak, and as a result, they had to hand over the initiative to the first prince's faction in the operation to attack the headquarters of the rebel army.

"Well, I don't mind being honest with you. Even over there, you must understand from your experience that if you act badly against crimson, it will all be a loss to your army. If you're still going to stay, that's fine. We will use it as a palace for our retreat."

　Every word that comes out of Perfiel's mouth nods and the messenger goes out.

"Well, yes, but perhaps the troops over there will agree to withdraw soon. and if we were to fight with that crimson, we would be able to further reduce the number of course.
"Well, then it is inevitable that we should have a palace ready."
"...what a pity!" crimson in name If I were not the commander of this army, I would rather have a fight with him."

　I have confidence in my own power. However, he has not yet reached the level of power to be nicknamed.
　Being able to understand this, Perfiel wanted to fight the infamous crimson and feel the difference in power.

(Do you want too much? And as long as Prince Kabazid and the rebels are against each other this time, there will surely be an opportunity to do so.)

　Immediately dispels his inner feelings of regret, Perfeil gives instructions to his men one after another.
　As Ray and Sett are still raging, I think it might be better to give up on the troops that one of them encountered.

"Anyway, now I'm going to get out of here and distance myself from the rebels. Give directions to each and every one of you so as not to make a mistake in the direction of retreat! If you're going to retreat down the road towards the imperial capital, you'll be in a head-on collision with Prince Fritzione's army. We also allow the use of quintome breaths."
"Wouldn't it be all right for us to run into Prince Fritzione's army?"

　To one of the knights who tells him so, Perfeil casts a disdainful glance.

"You're a fool," The battle with crimson has already demoralized our soldiers. In such a situation, try to confront Prince Fritzione's army. We won't be shaken by the number of people, but the damage won't be ridiculous. And what if you are chased by the rebels when you are fighting against them? There is a possibility that there is crimson among them."
"...I'm sorry, I didn't think that far."
"It is all very well that you are full of blood, but if you wish to be of service to His Highness Kabazeed, look not only at the sight, but at the distance."

　He tells his men only that as if he were a knight, and gives instructions to his men again.

"No! The troops dealing with crimson are already on the verge of collapse! More and more people are fleeing from the troops around crimson."
"The same goes for Gryphon's raging troops! They are not as directly damaged as the crimson ones, but the mental impact is that they are above us, and the number of soldiers who escape!"

　The report of the messenger's soldiers stirs the people around him, but Perfir himself gives instructions without showing any signs of concern.

"Let the men of the neighboring forces take command. As for those who have escaped, collecting them in the present circumstances is only a recipe for confusion, so leave them alone. Gather only those under your command and leave. dispatch a leg‐stopper immediately I am sure that the troops of Eshtet and Matlen were not far from crimson and Gryphon, respectively. You don't have to attack me. Just make time. What does the second prince say?"
"I haven't heard from you yet... no, I'm here!"

　One of the nobles nearby screams at Perfiel's words.
　At the same time, a horse-riding messenger arrives underneath Perfir.

"The second prince's faction will also withdraw. and that they should send themselves."
"... oh,"

　Perfiel muttered unexpectedly because he thought the Imperial army would be told to do something about it because of the large number of people in the First Prince's faction.
　The murmur, however, was, if anything, worthy of favor.

"It was probably because we were Prince Schles's second prince faction, who had a strong influence on the army, that we could not imitate the withdrawal of all the troops... as expected."

　muttering, Perfeil quickly orders his withdrawal.