the Brissa Plain, the decisive battlefield between the punitive and Mercurio forces
　the center of the conflict between the two armies
　Outside of such a central part, there were many small, if not large battles.

"Here we are, Mercurio's men! Never let us pass! Keep in mind that we are the last fort to defend Prince Kabazide, Prince Schles!"

　When the captain's words echoed through the forest, the people there were small... but they answered with absolute will.
　This place is not far from the headquarters of the punitive force.
　As they could go straight to the headquarters if they got out of here, troops were deployed to prevent it.
　For the already small Mercurio army, it is true that the best way to win this battle is to keep the enemy's head in check.
　Even if it doesn't go that far, the morale of the punitive force will surely decline if the headquarters is found to have been attacked.
　That's why we aimed at raiding the enemy's headquarters with our highly militant forces... unfortunately, we had no chance of succeeding so far.
　Of course, the punitive force was not unilaterally attacked. They are sending troops in the same way to capture or capture the enemy general Mercurio, who is also being held by troops deployed as bodyguards.

"They are approaching under the cover of trees in the forest! Beware of magic!"

　At the end of the word or not, the captain notices the sound of cutting through the air.
　The captain played the dagger with a long sword as it crept through the trees growing in the forest.
　a dagger piercing the trunk of a nearby tree with a shrill metallic sound

"Well, they're sending us good hands, aren't they?" Good, don't let them pass!"
"'Huh!'

　If they give a brief answer, the troops on the punitive force will disperse in the forest.
　After a few seconds, battles begin everywhere in the forest, which is by no means wide.
　such a battle as if one had made one's own name or left one's own square words somewhere
　There was a battle going on between attacking the enemy from behind and enticing the wounded enemy to feed.

"The enemy forces are gradually decreasing."
"What is the damage on my part?"
"It's within my expectations." It was partly because there were fewer people over there, so we went on as we were..."

　a lieutenant who collapsed without speaking to the end
　When the captain saw it, he immediately wields his long sword.
　Experience, which did not appear to exist, but could nevertheless be called a skilled soldier made me wave my long sword.
　It soon turns out that it was right.
　I couldn't see it, but I still felt that I had cut something off from the blade.

"What?"

　The captain's doubts are evidenced by the light falling from the clear autumn sun and leaking through the trees in the forest.
　something elongated that reflects light brilliantly
　It was a thread so thin that you couldn't see it without staring.

(Silk? That's why... No, it's not.) I see, over here!

　The word "magician" goes past the captain's mind.

"Be careful, there's a demon soldier! He's probably got the power of a spider-shaped monster!"

　The captain's voice echoes through the forest, warning his men of danger.
　a variant of the Mercurian army that is not used in the punitive force
　According to information coming into the headquarters, there had been reports of a unit of veterans on the front line.
　I thought, therefore, that all the demons had been assigned to them."

(But, if you think about it, a demon soldier is not uniform.) One... no, each one has a completely different ability. In other words, it is better to use them as individuals than as a group. for instance, to approach and assault the enemy's position in secret!)

　I look around me harshly, but I can't find a thread unless it's like the sunlight I mentioned earlier.
　"However, I can't leave it as it is..."

"d*mn, somebody contact the headquarters! I'm sure there must have been some talented people there! Call me right away..."

　Cut it!
　A dagger blow passes close to him before the captain speaks to the end.
　The captain wondered for a moment whether he was an enemy, but it was clear that he had no intention of attacking himself in the blow he had just made.
　On the contrary, when I see the face of the person who delivered the blow, I speak with delight.

"Mr. Blatta!"
"I felt somewhat suspicious over here. Come and see me, as I expected. -- a demon soldier?"
"Yes, perhaps,"
"All right. Leave the beast to me. You must kill the other soldiers."
"Please," Leave the beast to Mr. Blatta! We will deal with the soldiers who break into this forest!"

　Following the voice, the captain and his men leave.
　Seeing it off, Blatta opens her mouth, holding a long sword in her hand.

"Look, what's the matter with you? A monster. You guys are my enemies, aren't you? I'm frustrated because my crimson has been taken away. Come on, come on. I'll have you go out with me to relieve my anxiety!"

　Bratta shouted, but there is no answer to it.
　But it's not as a substitute for words, but it's the thread that's been released into Bratta.
　The same thread that attacked the captain just now hits Bratta.

"Do you really think you can manage me with such a blatant attack?"

　a long sword wielded
　With one swing, all the threads that were about to attack Bratta were cut off and fell to the ground.

"I won't forgive you, my dear," I'll kill you, absolutely."

　Blatta may be out of sight, but she understands that her thread has been cut.
　A half‐killing voice can be heard reflecting against the trees in the forest.

"Well, if you can, give it a try. A coward who can't even appear before me after all."
"I won't forgive you. I'll kill you."

　Are you not intelligent enough to speak, or are you simply that habit?
　At any rate, the other person uttered a few words, but still murderous words.
　Blatta leaps from place to place as he cuts the thread released with the words with a long sword.
　At the same time, a purple liquid fell from overhead to where Bratta had been.
　As soon as the purple liquid touches the ground, purple smoke appears around it."Poison!? You've made such a nuisance of me!"

　No matter how good Bratta is, he's a warrior after all.
　You can't use magic like a wizard that affects a wide range of things, or you can't sprinkle what seems to be poison smoke on Wyvern's wings like a Dragon Knight.

"I'll kill you. I'm sure."
"Oh, well, then don't try to behave like this and show up." You are the weakest coward who can not even appear before me!"
"I'm timid, I'm not."

　Appearing with the words was as expected of Bratta, but unexpected.
　The person who used to assemble the demagogue was also a demagogue characterized by spider-shaped monsters.
　The man was in the shape of a giant spider growing his upper body, but now he is in front of Bratta, holding the face of a spider, but otherwise close to a human being.
　Of course there are many small differences.
　For example, it has hair similar to a spider on its hands, feet and face, with only three fingers and sharp claws on its tip.
　I could also see from the front that the animal's tail was growing from around his waist.
　It's better to call him a spider beast than a demon.

(It's a spider, so it's a beast.)

　With that in mind, hold the long sword and be ready to be slashed at all times... as soon as he sees his opponent wagging his tail, Bratta kicks the ground and closes his distance.
　As before, the longer you move, the harder you feel, the thinner the thread comes flying, and you shake the long sword to cut it.

"You're impertinent. Eat it."

　The next thing I saw was my right hand.
　There's still a long way to go to attack with sharp claws.
　Blatta had such a question, but a purple liquid was released from the shaked right nail.

"Phew!"

　He swings his tongue and forces his way around, using trees in the forest as a shield.
　Smoke was coming from where the purple liquid touched, and it was clear that it was not harmless.

(I knew that purple liquid at the moment! But it's a habit of pulling strings out of the tail, and poison comes from nails!)

　They keep their distance from each other, using trees as shields, while hurling abuse at the person who performed the ritual of the demon soldier inside.
　However, the way in which the ritual of the demon soldier appears depends largely on his or her own qualities.
　For those who performed the ceremony, it would be tempting to say that it is wrong to be blamed.

"Escape [run, run] away! Death."

　He must have been irritated by the twitching bratta through the trees in the forest. Use your left hand as well as your right hand to release purple poison.
　Frustrated by the doubling of the amount of work, Bratta had certainly shrunk her distance from the demons.
　Then, when the poison is released again, he kicks the ground in one go to close the gap with the demon.

"d*mn it, monster!"

　The blow, which was fired while attempting to cut off the torso, seemed unable to cope with the demon soldier, who had just released poison with both hands. 　
　A blow that stopped the movement of the demon soldiers for about a second after the poison was released.
　If you use a tail to prevent it, that's fine.
　You can cut off a tail that flies a troublesome thread.
　But... the magician showed no movement at all, and he raised his hands wide to welcome the attack, as if he wanted his torso to be amputated.
　It's dangerous. I had such a hunch in my mind for a moment, but now I have to go to cheer for the soldiers who killed the veterans and sent them there.
　At that time, he tried to suppress the anxiety that was born in him, and to cut the body into two swords as he wished, and whether or not the blade touched the body.
　Even before the blade touched the body, the sides of the demon soldiers burst apart, and the tentacles sprang out from it and wound around the blade, entangling it away from Bratta's hand.

"What!"

　Blatta, unable to understand what happened for a moment, stops moving.
　For a demon soldier, that moment alone was enough.

"You fool. You'really."

　What was released with the words was a nail blow.
　the movement of pouring poison directly into the body instead of releasing it
　...if Bratta had nothing but normal strength, he would have been attacked at the moment he stopped moving.
　But Bratta is one of the strongest in the First Prince faction.
　He stopped moving for a moment without knowing what had happened, but when he judged that a blow from his fingernails was about to hit him, he immediately sat down and avoided the attack by the demon soldiers.
　At the same time, he pulled the dagger out of his pocket and thrust the point into the foot in front of him.

"Gabby!"

　an unheardly scream rising from the mouth of a demon soldier as blood gushes out of his feet
　Bratta scoops up the demons' feet and causes them to fall.

"Death!"

　He falls to the ground and tries to swing down the point of the dagger at the unprotected head, but once again the tentacles extending from the side of the demon soldier attack Bratta.
　cut off a tentacles that were about to be whipped off with a dagger
　The tip of the tentacles, which had been cut off with force, clapped against a nearby tree and fell to the ground.

"Gyu-pyo!"

　a demon soldier moaning in pain from having his tentacles amputated
　However, the voice of pain is a crucial opportunity.
　The next time the Magnificent noticed it, the dagger was already in front of him... and the sound and feel of the point of the dagger piercing into his head, his life disappeared.

`... whoo, I've got you into trouble,'

　Bratta, who had fallen down with a demon soldier, rises to his feet breathing.
　Shake the dagger and the blood at the tip of the dagger and the fluid that appears to be the body fluid of a demon soldier will blow to the ground.

"Is it because it's a spider-shaped monster that doesn't have a skull?" "Well, it's easy to get rid of these weapons.

　I looked around for something to wipe the blade of the dagger, but the trees were already dead and there was nothing like a leaf.
　He clapped his tongue in annoyance and wiped the blade violently with a cloth from his pocket.
　Pick up the blown-off dagger and look around... walk towards the direction where you can feel the signs of battle.
　It was not long before Mercurio's assassins were wiped out of this forest.