"Welcome, heraldists. I want to welcome you with all the luxury I can offer.

　With these words, he gazed at Roseau, whose voice echoed high above the gates of Philos, and relaxed his eyes. The words that came out of Roseau's mouth were quite smooth.

　A man with a good tongue. The more he opens his lips, the more words come to life in his mind, which is probably his nature. The more he opens his lips, the more words come into his head.

"......, Mr. Roseau. I'd like to know what you think.

　In the meantime, Largd-Anne opens her mouth to engage Roseau's speech.

　He was probably trying to waste as much time as possible on this occasion. If the hands of the clock were to move forward, the worst of this situation, which is now in the belly of the enemy, might yet be made better.

　In any case, the gates of the city of Philos are in the plains, and if you make even the slightest noise, there is a chance that someone from the heraldry will notice. Of course, the chances of that happening are slim to none. But now we are forced to hang on to such things.

　But as I stared at her, I was thinking of something else entirely.

"No intention, no idea. We're the Great Saints, you're the Emblematics. Even with a stake through the heart, we will not be matched.

　As if in response to the descending voice, the eyes of the city soldiers surrounding them turned more fierce. It was as if their thoughts were being coated by the voice of Roseau.

　After all, he is the head, and the city soldiers are the limbs. They are, in essence, just following the words of others. In effect, they don't think in their heads.

　So easy to understand. Her lips ripple.

"Attention, soldiers of the heraldry!　Your fate is now at stake. Even a lion is ready to die when he is outnumbered.

　Roseau apparently changed his target from Ann to the soldiers. It's a good thing that you're not the only one who's a fan of heraldry, or rather of Saint Mattia. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

Even if you escape here, the One God will shoot you in the heart and punish you. "Even if you escape here, the only God will shoot you in the heart and punish you. No matter how hard you shake your arms and legs, you will die.

　The words were spoken plainly, but with a certain force. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shoulder of the heraldic soldier jump.

　It's a great way to hit a sore spot for me. What Roseau said was the undeniable truth.

　In the event that you've got a lot of time, you'll be able to take a look at a few of the things that are available. I'm sure that Mattia and Anja are not the only ones who are concerned.

　I'm sure that not only Mattia and Anne, but also most of the soldiers understand this. If we just keep fighting like this, we'll all rot away somewhere. Our heads will be cut off, our chests will be pierced, our bellies will be ripped open, and we will die.

　Everyone was trying their best to turn away from that fact, but they were fighting with the emotions in their hearts. For example, for faith, for pride, or for family.

"What do you say, heraldic soldiers? The High Priest of the Holy See is generous. You're not immoral, you're just pagans. You're just pagans who don't know the High Holy Church yet.

　Oh, so that's what you're talking about. He exhaled exasperatedly and narrowed his eyes. He's a real easy guy to understand.

"You were only seduced by that demon Lugis and his witches!　The one and only supreme god, Altius, will be happy to receive you if you take the demon's head with your own hands!

　That's what he said. Roseau looks straight at me. I couldn't make out the expression on his face as he stood on the gate. But I could somehow sense his expression.

　He must have the same expression on his face as I do now.

　The soldiers' eyes were agitated and they were gnashing their teeth. Some of the faces looked at me. Ann took a step toward me as quickly as she could, as if she knew what it meant. It was as if she was protecting me.

　I'm glad that Anne and Kalia are concerned about my safety, but... But am I really that dangerous? With a wry smile on his face, he threw himself into the air and said.

You're a very good talker, you could have been a royal court poet in your time. It's a sad thing that you're just a con artist here.

　I dare to say it lightly, so as to blend in with everyone's ears. I can't help but feel my cheeks relax. It's quite amusing, isn't it?

"And don't get me wrong. We're not mindless puppets. We are warriors of will.

　We're not puppets without a plan.


　We're not puppets.


　But what kind of look will our employers give us? As they rocked in the carriage, Bruder-Gerua suddenly thought of such things. A group of mercenaries stomped along the stone paved streets, horseshoes clacking.

　I've already written to them that I'm going to join up with Vestalinu and the heraldry cult, and I've received a welcome from Largd-Anne, the contact person. However, during that time, the name of his employer, Lugis, was never mentioned.



　Will they be pleased? Will they be surprised? Or will he react differently? It's hard to tell.

　In any case, he had told her that he was going to be holed up in the countryside, so it was a little awkward to see him like this. Bruder chewed on his lip and held the cigarette in his mouth, turning his thoughts to some good excuse.

　Vestalines said he wanted to return the favor. This was true, but it sounded like he was putting all the blame on his sister. How about because she was worried about her employer? No, I don't want you to get the wrong idea about that either.

　With twisted lips and a twisted neck, Bruder racked his brain for just the right words. Bruder wanted a reason why he, as a person, had no business cooperating with the heraldry.

　After all, he had turned on the silver-haired swordsman in front of his employer with clear hostility. He had even said he would point the needle at him. How could he so easily take the hand of the heraldry?

　I don't want my employer to think I'm just a cheap talker. So I'd like to say that I had my reasons. Bruder put his big hat back on and rolled the chewed tobacco over his lips. The sensation in his mouth was one of slight bitterness.

　I can't get enough of this sucking tobacco. I don't know why my employer likes it so much. The first thing you should do is to look at your eyes.

　The first thing you need to do is to make sure that your eyes are sharp.

　The carriage came to a stop with a slight vibration. Even the slight sound of horseshoes stopped.

　I wondered what was going on. I've heard that the heraldry camp is near the autonomous city of Philos. If that's the case, they should have been a little further away.

　I thought. You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them. It seems that some soldiers and Vestalines are exchanging words.

This must be the road that the previous king had taken. There is no reason for anyone to stop us, though.

　The roads in and around the Garleist Kingdom were built by the previous king. That's why no one is going to occupy it or take away any kind of toll. This is because the King did not allow it until the end of his life.

　No one living around the Garlist Kingdom would know about it. Who in the world is blocking the road and for what purpose? The moment I narrowed my eyes, I realized that.

"Please, just listen to me for a moment. At this very moment, we, Philos, are about to destroy a great enemy of the Great Church.　

　The words pierced the depths of Bruder's ears.