The darkness of the night fades away and the sunrise bakes the snowfield. Neymar-Gloria gazed at Jailbella, who was standing calmly.

　The way the prison stood reminded him of decadence rather than solemnity. It is not because this is a building of a generation ago.

　Jail Bella was the work of a previous king who was a pioneer in architecture. There is no way his king would show such a poor performance.

　Then perhaps the cause lies in what is going on inside. I let out a white breath.

　I'm not sure what to make of that.

What do you think of that, Lieutenant Neymar?

　The question was asked in a way that left out a lot of necessary words, but still contained something. Neymar, despite his short acquaintance, knows that his superior is a man who likes to talk like that.

　This is the way the general is, without any offense or intent to test.

　So, after a few moments of searching his lips for what he was looking for, Neymar opened his mouth. In his skull, the knowledge of architecture that he once learned is spinning. Neymar's braid was blowing in the wind.

It seems that there is at least an emergency. There are no guards where they should be due to the structure of the building, and there is too much silence with so many men approaching.

　Of course, it's also possible that the guards in Jail Bella are extremely unskilled.

　Neymar adds, and Valerie agrees with him with a refined movement. Then, with a light tug on the reins, she turned her horse around and headed toward the soldiers.

　I was expecting some kind of action or instruction after listening to my opinion. But what does it mean to be mute? I guess I'm supposed to guess. Neymar's eyebrows twisted as his thoughts raced.

　To be honest, this aspect of his life made his previous battalion commander very easy to deal with. It's a good idea to have a good teacher. I think that makes him a good teacher.

　No, I don't want a teacher that cynical.

　Neymar opens his lips and speaks to Valerie's back. Valerie's short hair was tangled only slightly in the snow.

"Shall I send out messengers and scouts? General Brightnes.

　If you look at the outer walls of the jail, you can see a few shadows watching for you. Whatever the situation, it won't be unmanned. Then we should get at least some information before we approach.

　Neymar's words were, in a sense, set in stone. On the battlefield and in politics, information is of the utmost value.

　As a local aristocrat and a member of the Gloria family, who had been through a lot in the political arena, Neymar was well aware of this. He also knew that he and his family had not been able to make the most of it.

　Perhaps the old captain would have nodded in agreement with his words. No, in fact, he would have told him to go ahead and do it, since he didn't have to ask for permission, and he would have hated him for it.

　That's why Neymar thought. I didn't get along with the old battalion chief. But this general and I have a distinctly different perspective.

　Valerie said without turning around.

No need. You and I are in agreement. It's already fallen. It smells of iron and blood.

　I didn't say that much. Neymar stifles those words in his mouth and opens his eyes.

　Is this trust in himself or a disregard for information? Or is it the result of too much experience? Neymar knows that sometimes there are generals who value this kind of experience and intuition.

　Whether it's good or bad, I don't like Neymar very much. I don't like Neymar because people who can't see the thoughts of others can't read the intentions of others. As a believer in logic, this is hard for Neymar to bear.

　That's why Valery's next words struck Neymar even harder.

We're going on the offensive right now. We'll crush the enemy and take it back. Be ready in half an hour, Lieutenant Neymar.

　Eyes peeled open. Before his thoughts could read Valerie's intentions, Neymar had opened his mouth.

"Please reconsider, General Brightness. The number of the enemy is unknown, we are mostly cavalry, and we are not well prepared for a siege. The rearguard is bringing in the rations, but we have no further advantage.

　His voice was strained. His words were filled with a sense of urgency and yet frustration.

　Perhaps the second-in-command shouldn't argue with the general. In terms of experience and wisdom, Valerii is a step ahead of Neymar. Neymar knows what he's talking about.

　But still, he had to open his mouth. No matter how you look at it, Valerie's words defy logic. I don't believe that battlefield justice is in her words.

　It is true that Jail Bella is a way station to the front line. If the enemy has overrun it, it is necessary to retake it. But even so, there are preparations to be made. Above all, Jail Vera is a structure that is difficult to attack and easy to defend.

　Neymar was terrified. He was afraid that this general would really rush into such a place.



　As if to prove it, none of the cavalrymen who were listening to Valerie's words, nor any of her followers, challenged her words.

　Surprisingly, Valerie did not seem uncomfortable with Neymar's words. On the contrary, her eyes flickered for a moment, and then her cheek muscles relaxed. He looked at her as if he were looking at something old.

You're like Richard, aren't you? I can understand why that cunning old man recommended you to be my second-in-command.

　Should I take that as a compliment or an insult? Or is it an insult?

　For a moment, these thoughts flashed through Neymar's mind. Judging by Valerie's expression, it was probably the former. But still, Neymar could not help but feel uncomfortable when he was told that he was just like the captain.

Richard is a lot better and a lot smarter than me. That's a fact. Perhaps he'll say something similar to you. After all, I'm only a warrior woman.

　Valerie's words came as a shock to Neymar.

　For some reason, Valerie Blightness is a low ranking member of the military, but her reputation for bravery is well known throughout other countries. She is the undisputed hero of the Garlist Kingdom.

　It was hard for Neymar to believe that she would readily admit that she was inferior to anyone else, even if only slightly. No, perhaps this is what it means to be truly individual.

　Valerie opened her lips a little.

But, Neymar, lieutenant. In terms of warfare, there is no one in this world who can surpass me. To that extent, I have faith in me. Look, Lieutenant Neymar.

　Pointing to the top of the outer wall, Valerie repeated her words. Her mouth, which had been silent for so long, became strangely talkative.

　It was as if she had been hit by some kind of heat. No, no. Valerie wasn't being hit by something. She's the source of her own heat.

　The soldiers around her were breathing hard as if in response to her words.

There were a few standing guard, but none of them could hide their dismay. At the very least, they're not used to defending themselves, and they don't have a master who can command them well.

　Neymar felt his throat swallow a large gulp of spit. It was as if heat had entered his ears and was seeping through his body.

　At this point, Neymar understood. How could Valerie be so great?

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　An individual so powerful that it could swallow others. An enormous heat that boils the hearts of those around it. And what attracts the soldiers more than anything else is Valerie's overwhelming general talent.

　Valerie said in a voice that was far more joyful than the cold voice of the past. Her lips rippled as if she were speaking her mind.

"I'm sure of it, Lieutenant Neymar. I'm convinced, Lieutenant Neymar, that the men who attacked Jail Bella are experts in combat, but amateurs on the battlefield. Let's go. Speed is more important than information right now. Don't allow the enemy a moment's thought. Crush them.

　Valerie's magical armor stirred in response to her master's words.