About twenty minutes after Ray and Sett attacked the besieging troops. 　
　The damage done to the punitive force in that mere twenty minutes was beyond description.
　Ray's first incursion is already devastated, followed by two.
　However, devastation does not mean that there is no single survivor, like Ray's forces, which he burned down using fire whirlwinds.
　No, the survival itself is quite large.
　However, their survival was completely destroyed by fear and despair, and it is impossible, if not very much, to gather under the captain and act again...
　The reason why there were so few deaths was probably because Ray used the armor of the hegemonic king.
　It is true that if you deploy the armor of the hegemony and thrust it into the enemy, the person who touches it will break a bone, and if you don't do it well, you will die in the shock.
　However, the range of effect is only within the reach of Ray.
　The range of effects is very different from Ray's specialty, the magic of fire, which attacks a wide area at once.
　That's why Ray's entry into the force did not kill so many people -- compared to Ray's magic.
　However, it had the effect of increasing the number of people shocked and confused by Ray's attack.

"Get rid of it! Get rid of it! It's an order from above! Anyway, get rid of it!"

　When Ray hears such a voice, he stops moving.
　There were only a few soldiers left around, just staring at Ray with frightened eyes.
　We're going to die like this... or we're going to get hurt.
　Other than fear, the soldiers began to give up, but Ray waved his hand lightly to go away and released the hegemony's armor.

"Well... it's really a consumption of magic."

　Ray's magical powers had been consumed considerably, though he only used them for twenty minutes or so.
　I squint at the feeling that the wear and tear is becoming exhausting.

(I think it would be nice to sleep like this.)

　I think so, but I wouldn't pretend to sleep on the battlefield.
　This was the first large-scale battle using the armour of the hegemonic king, and Ray, satisfied with the many problems he saw, lightly wields his death-size toward the enemy soldiers who are still hardened.
　The flying attack, muttered as a flying sword, cuts the ground close to the soldiers.

"Hit!"

　The blow must have finally brought him back to life.
　When Ray learns that he will not attack any more, he throws his weapons on the spot, saying they are in the way of escaping, and the remaining soldiers run away.

"Well, I hope we can escape from the chase,"

　I look around with my death size on my shoulder, seeing off the backs of the soldiers running away.
　Ray's vision came into view with a large number of soldiers rolling and moaning on the ground.
　Many people were killed when they bumped into Ray, who invoked the armor of the hegemony, but many of them lost their limbs or simply broke and were unable to move.
　This must be a big difference from the magic of putting the enemy together and burning them to death.

"It could be quite useful in the sense of taking a large number of prisoners. But I'm not sure if it's acceptable to take him prisoner in the current rebel situation."

　In the first place, the roads have been blocked and starved.
　It is true that the road has been blocked, even though it was probably a pretense to attack this headquarters.
　With Vihela leading the army in the fight to lift the blockade, the blockade was certain to be lifted soon, but supplies are still.

"Well, that's what I think, isn't it?" I'm only employed after all."

　Ray muttered, flapping his wings and waving his hand lightly to Sett, who was heading towards him with a happy cry.
　Coming straight down to the ground, Seto rubs his face against Ray.

"Grull, grull, grull!"
"Seto still wants to be spoiled,"

　The soldiers around Ray, who had broken his leg and couldn't move, could only look at one of them, dumbfounded.
　A cavalryman approaches Ray and Sett.

"Was it Ray, after all?"

　Turning to his voice, he was there, Cias, Theoreum's deputy.
　馬に乗っているその姿は、凜々しいと表現してもおかしくはない.
　相変わらず表情を殆ど動かさず、無数に討伐軍の兵士が倒れている中でレイとセトが戯れているという異様な光景を目にしても、特に驚いた様子はない.
　レイもシアンスの性格は理解している為に、特に驚いた様子もなく頷き、言葉を返す.

「ああ. 反乱軍から伝令がやってきて、今攻められているって話を聞いたからな. 急いでこっちに来た. 余計な手出しだったか？」
「いえ. 正直. あのままでは間違いなくいずれ押し込まれていたでしょうから、これ以上ない程の絶好のタイミングでした. おかげで、向こうも撤退してくれましたし」
「それで、追撃部隊は出すのか？」
「出来ればレイ殿に追撃部隊を指揮して欲しかったのですが、その様子だと無理そうですね」

　見て分かる程……とまではいかないが、それでも明らかにレイは疲れた雰囲気を醸し出していた.
　ここまで長時間覇王の鎧を使い続けたのが初めてだったというのも大きいだろう.
　During the training with the rebel army, it was like repeating a few seconds to ten seconds over and over again, so he misjudged the intensity of wear and tear that had been using the armor of the hegemonic king for such a long time.

"I'm sorry. Is it a shortstop?"

　Sheens shakes her head to Ray, who caresses Seto on the head and tells him to enjoy the feel.

"I made the shortstop force too much this time. Others could barely intercept the attack, and even though the morale rose when Ray came back, now that the punitive force has retreated..."
"And what about the pursuers?"
"If it's impossible for Mr. Ray, I'll just let him. There are still individuals who have plenty of physical strength, but I can't believe that we're going to have a small group of people chase them."
"I suppose,"

　Ray agrees with the word in an instant.
　Even if such a group of people were to chase them, they would only be killed unless they were as strong as Ray.

"…Well, there's nothing I can do about it." If I push myself too hard, I might be able to chase him, but now I don't have to push myself too hard."
"Well, I don't think we need to push ourselves so hard."

　Sears agreed with Ray's words, but in his mind he was calculating how far the punitive force could use today's strength when he saw Ray's... crimson man's ability.

(No doubt he who saw the Battle of Ray close at hand would refuse to go on to the next battle... even if he didn't get that far, he would hesitate. Then he drinks sake to distract the fear of what he sees and tells the people around him about the battle.)

　There is no doubt that some people will speak for the sake of avoiding being called cowards, other than to misrepresent their fears.
　Then there was the possibility that some of the punitive forces might have a virtual fear of Ray.

(Then even those who hear the story feel uneasy about the battle. If you think that you might be able to sow something that could be called a source of discord among the punitive forces, you should not send a chasing force.)

　Quickly putting his thoughts together in his head, Sears once again opens her mouth to Ray, who loves Seto.

"And Prince Mercurio and Mr. Teoreme would like to hear from him." Will you come with me?"
"All right,"

　Ray, who was caressing Seto on the head, nods easily at Sianz's words.
　Originally sent as a bodyguard for the Fritzione army, he had thrown out the bodyguard, no matter how much he attacked the troops he had been waiting for.
　Naturally, Mercurio and Theoreum would need to listen.
　That was Ray's decision, but she didn't think she would be able to listen to her request easily, so she twitched her eyebrows.
　In the end, that's the only expression on his face, and he immediately returns the horse's head.

"Thank you very much. Shall we go now?"
"Oh. Set, don't ask for more.""Gruly!"

　He snarls briefly at Ray's words and turns his back toward him.
　When Ray leaps on his back, storing his death size in the mistling, Seto begins to move a little slower than usual.
　Still always on Ray's side, he probably understands that Ray is quite tired now.
　Recognizing this, Ray gently caresses Seto on the neck with gratitude on his back.

"Thank you,"
"Grull!"

　a happy set of voices
　Sears probably didn't know what was going on with Sett and Ray. With his head slightly tilted, he now proceeds through the position, thinking that it is his first priority to take Ray under Mercurio and Theoreum.
　Around them, everyone was tired in the position and began to process after the war.
　Collect and treat injured people, collect and burn dead bodies, and disarm prisoners as soon as possible.
　They also repair fences in preparation for the night, clearing out broken tents, crates and barrels.
　In order to clean up such a situation, it is possible for ordinary people such as merchants and prostitutes to stay in the position, not soldiers, so everyone in the position will work together to clean up the situation.
　Meanwhile, when the soldiers see Ray and Sett, they stop moving and look.
　It's because we understand who saved us.
　There has been a tendency to do so before, but there has already been a growing worship of Ray in his eyes.

"Hey, that'said he.
"Oh, it's crimson. We were able to survive because of him."
"I've never seen him trample down so far on the battlefield."
"Oh, he's spouting something out of that body. It was terrible, wasn't it?"

　That's what Ray hears, but without a trace of concern, he heads to the magic tent in the center of his position.

"Seto, sorry, but wait outside."
"Guru..."

　She wanted me to stay with her more, but I couldn't have taken her inside the magic tent and lay down quietly near the tent.
　Seto must have been tired, if not as tired as Ray. close one's eyes as they are
　The knight guarding the magic tent turns to security again after a moment of appreciation for Set.





　Inside the magic tent, Ray looks around.
　It was a gathering of rebel leaders, but the number was clearly decreasing.

(Is he in charge of the postwar processing or...?)

　Such a fierce battle has naturally killed many rebels.
　And death does not slacken its focus depending on the social status.
　If you think that the higher the social status, the more likely it is to be targeted, you can say that the higher the social status, the more likely it is to be attracted to death.

"And why did you call me, I suppose, about my presence here?"
"Well, what happened to sister Fritzione's bodyguard? You've decided there's no problem as long as you're here."
"Oh, I've attacked the troops who were ambushing this side of the road. I wouldn't go so far as to say that I was devastated, but I was confused. You can't move properly, can you? Besides, if you try to attack them, it will be almost pointless considering their military strength."
"The White Rose Knights,"

　Theorem mutters Ray's words as if they were to continue.
　The name of the White Rose Knights is a matter of course known to all here.
　It's a well-known name that even adventurers and mercenaries as well as aristocrats know.
　However, it is emphasized that it is composed of beautiful female knights, rather than their ability.
　Nevertheless, many of them took it for granted that they had a certain skill as knights under the direct control of the Imperial family, but many of them were wide-eyed when they saw Widere coming to the rebel army.
　... in the case of Widale, he is such a man as to be named the next captain of the White Rose Knights.

"Anyway, the Fritziones will be here in a few hours or so." Well, it may be difficult to accept in this situation."

　The rebels suffered a great deal of damage in the battle against the punitive forces.
　It's not just human damage, it's also the case with city-like buildings and tents formed in positions.
　There were not many soldiers of the punitive force who directly invaded the position, but there were still a few, and most importantly, they were attacked by means such as archery, magic, and stone throwing machines, and the damage was great.

"Anyway... Ray, thank you for bringing sister Fritzione."

　Mercurio said so, with a slightly tired look on his face.