Mercurio and his expeditionary forces stood side by side on the night on the Brissa Plain, but there was a possibility of a skirmish at any time, and the soldiers who were watching each camp were under considerable strain.
　Originally, there was an opinion that it should be a side-by-side camp instead of a side-by-side camp, but the opinion that it would be too early prevailed, and in the end, they ended up side-by-side camp.
　Metal fences are embedded between each other's positions to prevent monsters and thieves from entering, probably because they don't believe each other completely.
　No, there are many who profess that they cannot tolerate the surrender of the punitive force to Mercurio's army even on the surface.
　On the Mercurio side, there are few who think they can do anything because they have won.
　Mercurio's army and punitive force were both on the lookout for their positions, because if they hit each other carelessly, another battle would break out.

"Well, I'm glad this is the season." You don't have to hurry to clean up the dead body."
"Well, if it were summer, I'd have to gather the bodies and burn them in a hurry."

　Two soldiers patrolling Mercurio's positions talk, each carefully observing their surroundings.
　The word is somewhat dull, but it has sharp eyes.
　They walk through the light and moonlight of bonfires, as if they were not to be missed no matter what happens.

"But wouldn't it be quite a long time before we go back to the imperial capital at this rate? It was a head-to-head battle between these people, so there were quite a few dead."
"Ah... well," It's not just in front of me. In order to aim at each other's headquarters, it seems that they diverted a small number of troops so that they could not be seen by the enemy and rushed in."
"...Really? I haven't heard of that?"
"That's true, isn't it? We're very sharp with each other. Even if we had prevented the attack, the damage would have been severe. ...well, there are not so many dead bodies there because there are so few people there naturally. and you don't really want to see the very elite bodies around you."
"Why? If we were to clean it up, it would be the body of the punitive force that attacked us, wouldn't it bother you?"
"That's a big deal, you fool,"

　The man gasps and opens his mouth at his partner's words, as if he had nothing in mind.

"It's a little different to say that the elite are the strongest in the army."

　Ray and Seto are too much in the mind of the man who breathed.

"They are among the strongest in the army. Try touching the corpse. What do you think will happen?"
"...what will happen?"
"Oh, no. I was stupid to expect a decent answer from you. Anyway, to get back to normal, it is impossible to go back to the imperial capital until the body is disposed of to some extent. -- at least we're underdogs."
"Do you mean they're going to the imperial capital at once asked.
"Oh, but it's not like we're going to get out of here quickly because it's too much trouble. This civil war has greatly weakened the national power of the Westian Empire, and all the nobles are on this battlefield. There are important figures like the current head of the family and the next head. There is a better chance of another uproar if the situation lasts long without them. Well, it would be a different story if the cadavers were disposed of early."
"... I'm sure. It's like the job of a noble to fight for power."

　He nods with a wry smile to his partner, who breathes a sigh of annoyance.
　It's almost instinctive for aristocrats to want more power.
　I nodded because I knew it.
　though many of Mercurio's nobles deviate from the royal path of the nobility.
　In the first place, it was only natural that there were many aristocrats who liked things, since they served the third prince, who had not been expected at all before the civil war broke out.
　In comparison, there are some aristocrats who obey Fritzione.

"...but I suppose it's much better than there is."

　a man muttering his eyes to the position of the punitive force
　Many of the aristocrats who followed Kabazid as the first prince's faction remained here and gave instructions to their subordinates, and managed to organize the punitive force.
　He followed the instructions of Mercurio, which was also the will of Kabazid.
　However, on the other hand, Schles... some of the aristocrats have already left this place and fled to their territories, and many of the remaining aristocrats are trying to escape their sins with their privileges.
　This was a reasonable result in somehow.
　After all, nobles who could not join the first prince's faction flocked to Schles to form the second prince's faction.
　Of course, there are many members of the Second Prince's faction who serve Schles faithfully.
　But it is only natural that those who flee to their own territories should stand out more than those who do.
　Upon learning of this, Schles lamented that he should have disposed of the aristocrats who could not use them more in the First Expeditionary Force.
　The aristocrats of the second prince faction who were captured by the Mercurio army in the first battle were naturally brought to this battlefield.
　They had been thrown into a place where the prisoners were being gathered, but they also had to be discussed between the Mercurio and the punitive forces.
　While the ransom cannot be demanded in the middle of the battle, the captured house must pay a certain amount of money.
　Such negotiations are now underway, and the position is not shrouded in silence, even at night.
　Many others are too excited to fall asleep after the biggest battle in the civil war.
　If there were bars and brothels, such people might have gathered and made a fuss, but they had already left the Mercurio army.
　All they could do was bring their own liquor and talk excitedly.
　Many, however, are so exhausted from the battle between Japan and China that they sleep like mud.
　In such a situation where a slight mistake could lead to another battle, the lookout goes around the position.





"...you want me to follow you? It's too disgraceful to change your power as soon as Prince Kabazid dies." I don't want to."
"Well, I don't want to change the Lord so easily. How about Sobble?"

　Bratta and Perfir each immediately turn down the invitation from Theoreum, and Perfir urges Sobre, the last one, to answer.
　He'll probably say no at once.
　They thought so, but unexpectedly it was silence to come back there.

"Hey, Sobble," Didn't you do anything when you were taken prisoner?"

　a squinting bratta
　If you easily forget your kindness to Kabazide and wag your tail, I'll punch him on the head and bring him to his senses.
　I asked with that in mind, but Soble's voice remained as calm as ever.

"I will not give up my allegiance to His Highness Kabazid so easily. But is Prince Kabazid already dead? That being the case, we have to decide what to do now. Do you think Prince Cabazide will be glad that we are determined not to cooperate with Prince Mercurio?"
"That's..."

　For better or for worse, Kabazid was focused on efficiency and results.
　You'll find out if you consider someone like Blatta to be a close aide.
　Of course, there were some things that were unacceptable if they acted too badly, just because they emphasized efficiency and results.
　Therefore, I feel sorry for Kabazid if he is stubbornly loyal to himself, and this delays the restoration of the Empire of Bestia.
　Neither Bratta nor Perfeil can say no, if explained by Sobble in that way.
　However, when asked if they could immediately obey the person who killed their lord... more precisely, they could not immediately nod.
　I know it in theory, but my heart doesn't agree with me.

"... I am sorry, but even if it is disloyalty to His Highness Cabbage, I do not think I shall be able to work under him any time soon.""Me neither. In my case, I would not work for anyone other than His Highness Kabazied." ...and there's someone I've got to beat. neither of them."

　It was easy for Theoreum to understand who it meant, considering who Bratta was defeated and taken prisoner, and who had lost the battle without fighting in the previous battle.

"I tell you that Ray will return to the Kingdom of Milliana after the triumphal parade. though the Earl of Obrisin will return to his dominion."

　That was the case, but in the case of Gurgast, there was a possibility that he would not participate in the triumphal parade itself because it was troublesome.
　I'm half resigned that whatever I say, I'm going to do as I want, because I understand the character of the group.
　I'm going to ask the Vihela and Tiyur to join me in the triumphal parade, but it's still a fifty‐fifty one.

"What!? Those two are both!"
"Oh, I don't think I'm going to stay in the Bestian Empire any longer, since Ray was the one I hired to side with in this civil war and it's over. "Well, let me be honest with you, if only someone like Ray had been in the Empire of Bestia."
"I suppose... He is a man of that strength. How much power would it be if we could use that military power for the Westian Empire?"

　In the murmuring mind of Perfeil, I recall a battle in which I was fairly confident in my skill, but I was unable to do anything... and I was overtly controlled and still overwhelmed.
　I was confident in my strength. I wasn't so strong as to think I was the strongest, but I still had the pride that I was the strongest in the Westian Empire.
　But... my confidence, my pride, my strength was shattered to pieces at the first blade.
　I had only received a blow, but with that single blow I realized I was a tough opponent to beat no matter how hard I tried.
　And, in fact, how reassuring it would be if someone of that strength would side with their country.

(Maybe they'll go out with my training, too.) Is it a betrayal of His Highness Kabazid? No, it's not. If Prince Kabazid were alive, I feel he would be more than willing to support me. because it will benefit us in the end)

　Mumbling inwardly, Perfeel even remembered a kind of longing for Ray, who was much stronger than himself.
　Are you younger than yourself? Are you an adventurer with unknown background? Are you shorter than yourself? That doesn't matter.
　I'm stronger than myself in terms of perfection, which places the most importance on building myself up. That was one thing that mattered.

"It is unfortunate that I only see my strength as an individual and not as a commander who led my men."

　This is probably the difference from the personal strength-oriented gurgast and Vihela.
　They seek strength as a leader of a force, not as a single individual.
　But Teoreme shakes his head at Perfiel's words.

"As you know, Ray was originally an adventurer, not a soldier. I'm not used to fighting with my subordinates, let alone working with some of my colleagues. At least I have never seen Ray lead his men in a general sense."

　In fact, the shortstop was treated as Ray's direct control, but it was Perenicus, who was also under Theoreum's control.
　The strategy the squadron worked with Ray would have been to launch a night attack against the Second Expeditionary Force led by Bratta and Sobble, but Ray and Sett created a fire whirlwind, and the squadron aimed at the escaped enemy with bows and arrows.
　For the squadron, Ray is more likely to be a symbol than a commander.
　...though it is true that the symbol is extremely powerful, and that the shortstop is viewed as more powerful than it can be.

"Let me think about it a little bit."

　In the end, Perfir said so, and on this occasion, Sobre was the only one who said he would obey Mercurio.