The Brissa Plain, where the punitive force and Mercurio's army collided head-on.
　Originally, the victory of the punitive force, which had more than four times the strength of the opponent, should have remained unchanged.
　But it has been overturned by Ray, Vihela, Gurgast, Widale, and others of the highest quality.
　In particular, Ray sought more strength and eventually succeeded in dismissing noise during the battle against immovable noise, a Rank S adventurer.
　With these forces, the last and greatest battle of the civil war ended in victory for the Mercurio army.
　On the orders of Mercurio, the winner, and Schles, the losers, the main ones are preparing to head to the imperial capital in a few days, while the others are being treated regardless of whether they are friends or foes.
　Of course, they were fighting each other a little while ago.
　Although his comrades were naturally killed, the reason why there was no noticeable disturbance was probably because the aristocrats of both the Mercurio and the punitive forces were on the lookout.
　Most people understood that if they acted badly, they would lose their lives, especially since the famous Gurgast of Mercurio's army was leading the patrol in many ways, and their men were also watching.

(It would be better if we were still looking around the ruins of the battlefield than to go to the imperial capital and get involved in dirty politics.)

　mutter in one's heart and shake the battleax in both hands.
　At the sound of the wind, the soldiers who were staring at each other over the order of treatment stand up and wait quietly.
　The groggast sniffed indifferently and began to patrol again.

"Oppa, oppa. I've made a mess of them over there."
`...you're not the boss! How many times are you going to make me say it?'

　Fists are dropped on the man's head, and the sound of meat and bones colliding with each other echoes around him.
　A soldier of the punitive force who was waiting quietly for medical treatment at a distance, could hear that much…at the earliest, I could describe it as a sound of a blow, and I writhe in spite of myself.
　It seemed to me that this was a blow that an ordinary soldier would certainly have been seriously injured.
　But... just before the eyes of the squirming soldier, the man who had just been beaten by the gurgast screams with his head in his arms.

"Ouch! You're so mean! My head is delicate unlike my boss!"
"Don't be silly! Do you think a sensitive headman can just say it hurts when he gets my fist!? Well, how many times do you want me to tell him not to call him boss?"
"That's because... you've always called me boss. Why is it so late?"
"It's too late, isn't it? How many times have I told you not to call me parental! I can't stand it!"

　Angry blood vessels stand out on the already strong face of the Gurgast.
　This makes people feel even more intimidated, and the soldiers watching from a distance wait for treatment on the spot, regardless of whether Mercurio's army or the punitive force.
　It's not like the hatred toward the other personally, the hatred toward the other person has disappeared.
　Still, it was obvious that if you made a fuss here, you would be like the man with the fist.
　I want to avoid it. If we get such a blow, we're sure to be critically injured rather than cured.
　Whether it was a guy with his fist dropped on his head or a group of people, we didn't communicate with each other for that effect.
　Still, I'm lucky that the noise has disappeared because of this conversation, so I'm going to go around to the next place.
　They saw it off, did they understand that if they made a fuss they would be back, but after that there was no fuss without anyone around them.





　the vicinity of Mercurio's headquarters Ray and the other were seen in the scene of many people now dealing with the aftermath of the war while rejoicing at the victory of the civil war.

"... Is that so? Is it all right with your life?"

　Ray breathes a sigh of relief at what he says in front of him.
　As he watched it, Pernicus, the vice commander of the squad, only bends his lips with a smile.

"Yes. I was hurt a lot when I was on a rampage, but I tried to recover using recovery magic and potions after I caught him."
"I'm glad I didn't die. ... I'm sorry, I never thought Wyburn had such a device in his hand. It didn't make any sense, and I thought it was strange when they attacked me as if I were handing over the materials of the Weiburn."

　Perenicus shakes his head to Ray, who tells him frustratedly.

"I don't think anyone would do anything to throw away a Dragon Knight. What's more, I can't believe that using a particular magic item will only work... because if you lick it normally, it's almost ineffective. I guess that's the kind of feeling you felt like you were going to use it if you were lucky."
"You will throw away the precious Dragon Knight by such a lucky move."

　The Wyvern on which the Dragon Knight rides is a common practice in which the Dragon Knight himself hatches from an egg and raises it.
　If so, it means that those who came up with this plan have made the most outrageous decision.

(No, if it's a cabbage, I'm not afraid I'll do that much.

　A sigh leaks from Ray's mouth, recalling the faces of the man who has scratched their backs many times.
　Still, as long as he is no longer here, he thinks it's no use thinking about it, so he shakes his head slightly and reopens his mouth.

"I suppose the men in the squadron equipped with Weiburn leather armour are in the hospital?"

　Perenicus nods back to Ray, recalling what he heard from Theoreum some time ago.

"Fortunately, my lord Digma came over here?"
"...I don't think I got it exactly, but rather I think I'm helping them with their treatment and treating them better."
"But it is true that the number of dead here has decreased surprisingly, thanks to the presence of Digma-den, who is good at water spirits."
"I'm sure. I'm just jealous of that."

　In Ray's mind, the water spirit magic used by the bear passes.
　Digma's water spirit magic is highly versatile in many ways, not only for attack, but also for recovery and assistance.
　By comparison, Ray's magic is essentially attack-focused.
　Some use fire purification to purify the undead or to explore traps by spreading them thin, but the latter uses only fire, so consumption is not so high, but when it comes to purification of the former, magic is consumed considerably.
　This may also be influenced by Ray's so-called flame specialization.

(Fire is a symbol of destruction, but it is also a symbol of regeneration. if that is the case, I should be able to use the magic of recovery by fire.)

　Even so, it was also true that I didn't feel like I could use recovery magic, though not sensually very much.
　Considering that my personality, or nature, is forever dedicated to attack, I suspect it's because of this body, which is also the fruit of the Zepyle family's technology.
　For the time being, leave your personality and character alone and ask Perenicus.

"Do you think it's okay to go and see them?"
"Yes, sir," There were some people who said they didn't have the face to meet Captain Ray, but it would be helpful if you could meet him. In this battle, we were expected to be one of the most powerful soldiers in the Mercurio army. But in the end, we were divided and did little to help."
"...but it's not to say that it didn't help at all, is it? I've heard from Theoreum that they beat the enemy to some extent, not just soldiers, but commanders, knights, nobles?"

　Perenicus shakes his head helplessly when asked by Ray with a sense of confirmation rather than encouragement.

"As long as we are elite, we are not satisfied with some results. ... not the people around us, but ourselves. That's why all the squadrons think they couldn't do what they had to do. -- if you could say something about it from Captain Ray."

　Pernicus nods, and Ray continues to move toward the side of the hospital where the squadron.
　It's not a simple injury, it's a kind of curse attack.
　That's why, just in case, the squadrons were gathered away from other injured people.
　I'm sure it will be all right, but I don't think there will be any other damage.
　Other than that, the Weiburn leather armour has now been removed, but it is not always safe.
　Ray approaches and calls out to the detached squad like that, without a trace of concern.

"Are you all right, boys? I heard you've had a lot of trouble."

　Those present probably didn't know who had spoken to them at first.For a moment, a stunned expression appears and looks around in a flustered manner.

"Captain Ray! If you approach us now..."
"Yes! There may still be some negative effects left!"

　When he was told that he was more concerned about Ray than they were, he smiled a little and opened his mouth.

"Don't worry. You know my strength, right? Even if you have some after-effects, it's almost impossible to have a negative effect on me."
"But maybe we'll run wild again.

　The man who started to say so realizes Ray is looking at him with a smile and stops talking any more.
　But... it's already too late, and Ray opens his mouth with a grin.

"Oh? You're going to do me a definite harm just because you've run wild? I didn't think you've raised your arm that far. All right, then, the civil war is over and it's settled. Let's try our skills tomorrow. Is there no problem?"
"Yes!"

　Without a moment's hesitation, it was the man who just slipped his tongue.
　Ray looks at him with a different smile than he did a few seconds ago... and shakes his head.

"It's no good. It's a decision."
"Wow, Captain Ray couldn't have had a happier smile!"
"Stupid, you, stupid! Stupid! You, stupid!"

　the other men who hurl abuse at the man who slipped his tongue
　For these men, Ray takes out his treasured Gamerion skewers from the mystery ring.
　Gamerion's meat itself was made last year, but it's a freshly baked skewer, partly because of the lack of time in the mystery ring.

"Here, for the time being, eat this and cheer up. for you must return to the service of the shortstop."
"Captain... I'm glad to hear that, but now that the civil war is over, the shortstop will be broken up."

　Yes, the shortstop was originally a unit of excellent soldiers, adventurers, and mercenaries from Mercurio's army, and in a bad way it was a hodgepodge.
　The troops were needed because of this civil war, and the shortstop was supposed to be disbanded once the civil war had ended.

"Well, certainly the shortstop will be broken up. but... after the triumphal parade."
"... a triumphal parade?"
"Oh, it seems that we need to make sure the whole Empire knows that the civil war is over. ...and not just the Empire of Bestia. I heard that the neighboring countries were also very interested in this civil war. I suppose the meaning of showing it to you is stronger."
"Will we be able to participate in the parade?"

　Ray nods to the soldier, who timidly asks.

"You guys are one of the most advanced units in the Mercurio army. That being the case, it is absolutely necessary to go to the parade. Besides... I, the captain, acted completely differently from you in this battle. It's not a bad idea to have him with you at least at the end."
"Captain Ray... to His Highness Mercurio?"
"Well, what do you think?" Now you know what I'm talking about, right? I'm going to have you go to the triumphal parade. That's what I'm going to do."

　Ray's manner of looking away meant that the soldier's question was telling the truth.
　You've got it, haven't you? The soldiers turned their eyes to Ray in gratitude.

"Captain, may I come with you when you go back to the Kingdom of Milliana?"
"Oh, you're running away. Captain Ray, let me go with you."
"You guys... think of Captain Ray for a moment." Oh, Captain Ray, I'll be there too, so please take care of me."
"I hope... I'll quit my service and become an adventurer."

　Ray could not help but be dumbfounded at the remark that came out of the blue.