Confirmation of the Fritzione army.
　The report came a few hours after Ray finished reporting that he had left the position in the magic tent. It was at a time when the autumn sun had set and was about to be covered with faint darkness.
　The Fritzione army, which would have arrived hours earlier, was so late because of its ambush along the highway.
　Of course Ray was attacking the unit by dropping rocks from above, and many of the troops affected by the attack had withdrawn.
　But when they withdrew, there were light pitfalls prepared for at least a struggle, pieces of horse-drawn carriages scattered along the road, and some who shot arrows at the Fritzione army along the road in order to gain even a little time.
　Whenever they encountered such men, they were stopped from marching, and as a result, they arrived at the rebel headquarters at this time of year.
　However, it could be said that it was good.
　The rebels were able to repair damaged areas as a post-war treatment to some extent, clean up the debris that had been destroyed and scattered on the ground, and all the excitement after the end of the war had subsided.
　Even the Fritzione army could have caused unnecessary disturbances if it faced a tense opponent.
　and now that the Fritzione army had come, it was of course necessary to meet them, and Mercurio, the leader of the rebels, had come out of position with his bodyguards, Theoremes.

"Merculio, you've been all right," I was worried to hear that they were being attacked in a situation where there was little fighting power."

　Fritzione says so with a happy smile.
　Mercurio also opens his mouth with a small smile at her older sister.

"That's the sister Fritzione," I hear you had a lot of trouble from leaving the imperial capital to arriving here. I'm glad you're safe."

　Mercurio's face is definitely a smile of joy.
　But her smile is very different from that of Vihela.
　I would be happy if you told me whether I was happy or not, but it's not something that reveals my joy with all my might.
　Fritzione knows how much Mercurio adores Vihela, so she doesn't realize it, but she doesn't say it.

"More importantly, he's my brother Kabazid," It's true that this case was very dangerous, but I don't think I'll give up quietly."
"Well, I fought him off, but I couldn't chase him. Besides, there's my brother Schles, and I think it's strange that he's been using forceful means."

　Even if we are only half blood related to each other, we are siblings, so we can reconcile our thoughts with each other in a short conversation.

"Then you'll have to wait a little while for the feast to celebrate your confluence with sister Fritzione,"
"There's no Vihela,"
"It's true. It's too late to be happy as long as you don't have an older sister."
"...you haven't changed,"

　Mercurio, who took seriously what he said as a joke, smiles with a sigh.
　For Mercurio, the older sister was Vihela.
　That's why Fritzione is called older sister Fritzione, and Vihela is older sister.

"That's true," It hasn't been a year or two since we escaped from the castle. I should like to ask you, but have you seen the expeditionary force withdrawing on the way here from sister Fritzione?"
"No, I've seen the troops that some one has attacked as if they were on their way here, but I haven't seen any of them attacking this position." Well, I wanted to hear about that. If you're not here, Ray must have fought it off because he says.
"Yes, but apparently you didn't use the highway to pull out." I wonder how they withdrew without finding that number. Well, I can guess."

　twinkling above... the setting sun was completely setting, and he muttered his eyes to the night sky, which had been enveloped in the darkness of the night.

"Quartome's breath,"
"Yes. It's a huge money-eating insect called the Mystery of Rank B Monster, but if you cover the army with that vision..."
"It's impossible to move, but it's possible to hide in a vision." I can't turn off the sound, but there's no problem if I keep it down to a level where I don't notice the surroundings."
"It would have been a different story if we had a chase party... as you can see, we said.

　In today's position, bonfires were everywhere.
　The lights are still being used to clean up after the end of the battle.

"If I had an older sister, I could have done a little better."
"The blockade of the road," Even if you think it suspicious, you can't help but think you're being starved."
"Yes. ... I think it's all right."

　Fritzione smiles a little before opening her mouth to Mercurio, who worries about her sister.

"But at this rate, my army will not be able to rest in its position... may I help you?"
"I'd rather ask you to do it from this side. ...theoreum, please show me around. I don't want any strange trouble."
"Huh!"
"Angela, please".
"But then Prince Fritzione's bodyguard..."
"It's all right. Mercurio is going to put out a heart-to-heart teorem, so we need to put someone in charge of it, right? And in terms of bodyguards, you don't have to worry about Ray when he's there."

　Fritzione's words cast all eyes on Ray.
　The insurgents have gained full confidence, partly because of the fighting that was going on until just hours ago.
　From the Fritzione army, from the scene of the battle we have seen several times, the gaze of trust.
　...but what is different from the rebels is that some people don't like Ray.
　When Mercurio notices this, he immediately nods in agreement after a look of surprise.
　Ray has a strong personality for better or worse.
　Many people may not be able to accept it.

"All right. Thank you very much, Theoreme."
"Thank you very much for your help, Captain Angela,"
"There's nothing to worry about so much." From today on, we will act together. and of course it will be our place."

　Tell me so. Fritzione's army and Mercurio's rebels go into position together.
　The first joint effort between the two armies will be to clean up after the end of the battle.
　However, because of this work together, there was little strange rivalry between us, and in most places there was a peaceful atmosphere, such as telling us the history of the battles we had experienced.
　Needless to say, Ray and Sett's topics played a major role.
　The common topic was more than enough as a clue to each other's conversation.





　Contrary to these rebels, there was a heavy atmosphere in the punitive force.
　It's only natural that we do everything we can to decide that we can win.
　If provisions are used, the rebels must defend themselves.
　Even if you're a senior officer, for the general soldiers, they're in a hurry when they run out of food, and they start to rampage, resulting in a lot of trouble among the rebels.
　Even merchants are forced to leave their positions immediately if they are starved.
　Whether we use starvation as a business opportunity to stock up on food or supplies, we may think that if we stay here, we will consume more rebel supplies.
　In view of them, it is necessary for the rebels to lift the blockade of the road, even if they feel uncomfortable.
　That's it... it was a really good strategy, but in the end it ended in the end.
　The eyes of those present naturally turn to Perfeil, who was at the helm of the operation.
　However, despite such glances, Perfeil gives orders to his men in a calm manner, without any particular concern.All of these instructions were designed to check the damage, how many soldiers escaped, reorganize the troops, treat the injured, and check the rest of the supplies.

"What are you crazy about? It is true that we failed to attack the attack on the rebels. But for the failure of this battle, your Highness Kabazeed --"

　He stopped speaking and continued speaking after being looked at by the people of the second prince's group.

"Your Highness didn't lose."
"But this time it was a strategy that used a significant portion of the force that could be mobilized. That's why you failed?"
"It's not necessarily a failure." Certainly we withdrew without being able to defeat the rebels. However, it is also true that the latest operation has caused considerable damage to the rebels. Many of the fences, especially those which are the cornerstones of the defensive positions, have been destroyed. Besides, there is no doubt that a lot of military power has been exhausted over there. On the other hand, we still have a lot of military power left."
"That's..."

　Now that you mention it, the word is true.
　But even if it were true, the answer would have been negative if asked if the words were acceptable.
　No, if we're the only ones to be exact, we can agree with the answer.
　But the most important thing in a battle is the soldiers.
　I'm sure you won't be convinced to tell the soldier that today's fight was not a loss or a win... a pain and a draw.
　Many of the soldiers who took part in this battle are engraved with fear.
　The crimson crimson, wearing the armor of the hegemony, fluttered, crushed, and raged as a blessing when it hit vertically and horizontally.
　A sharp forefoot blow from the sky easily breaks a person's head, has the physical ability to keep even the veterans at bay, and the person who hears the scream stops moving with impact.
　Not a lot of people would say yes when they were told they would fight that opponent again.
　though it would be much better than the Imperial soldiers heading to the Celemus plain in the Spring War, seeing that this would be a few days, a week, or more.

"Isn't that useless to the soldiers?"
"…is there certainly a problem about that?" But..."

　Perfeel pauses there and opens his eyes as if he had noticed something.
　and immediately reached out to the scabbard of his waist...

"Don't do it,"

　That word stops me from moving.
　I didn't do anything in particular. Really, I was stopped by just one word.
　Those around him don't understand what happened to him.
　Perfeel is breathtaking when he realizes that he really doesn't understand what happened.
　for a minute or so to get one's breath under control Still unable to understand what had happened, he spoke in defiance of those around him who were looking at him.

"Why... are you here?"
"Cabbage asked me to do you? I was surprised that I had never expected a messenger to come so far."

　You must have finally noticed the voice of the man who abandoned it as "cabbage." The aristocrats around Perfir turn their faces and look around him.

"You're going to call Prince Kabazid away? Who is it says.

　They look around each other with a look on their face to see if they can't find each other.
　Perfeil can only be surprised at how his men look.
　In Perfiel's eyes, the person who uttered the voice was within sight of him.
　This is how the man, who had appeared a few steps away, was so majestic in public, and yet made no one but Perfeil aware of his existence, only his voice was heard.
　He knew best that Perfiel was aware of his existence, and that he was not much better than the others.
　I think it's simply that the owner of this voice is able to recognize himself.
　To think it's amazing, I don't think it's strange.
　It was obvious that the person in front of Perfiel had that much power.

"And... what are you doing to this point? Are you just helping us?"
"Well, that's interesting, too, but this time it's just a messenger. Hmm, since you use me as your messenger, the cabbages are a great deal."

　People other than Perfiel can only look around in situations where Perfiel is having conversations with someone they don't even recognize.
　Still, he did not pull out his weapons because he determined that the mysterious opponent was not his enemy, as long as he was talking to Perfiel.
　The act of abandoning the covert name was unforgivable, but there was nothing we could do about it as long as we couldn't see the other person.

"Messages?"
"Oh, now both Kabazid and Shurus are on their way to the imperial capital, leaving only the bare minimum of strength. It seems that they will join it and fight the last battle... You don't have to worry about crimson because you're going to leave it to me. The meeting is tomorrow afternoon on this road in front of the nearest village from here. I told you."

　When I tell you that, you realize that the figure that only you recognized has disappeared.
　Perfeel mutters, listening to the message and the voices of his men who are making a fuss over the loss of their voice.

"Fudo..."