the Seremuth Plains, the Vestian Armed Forces
　In the innermost part of the tent, a man sitting in a chair glances at the map in front of him with a faint smile.
　a face so neat that if someone else saw a man's appearance, he might even be judged to be a woman. But in his eyes he has a ferocious will that it is not enough to destroy all his opponents. There's very few people who will look at him with this gaze at him. Such sharpness and will, and the eyes which give to those who have seen an inexhaustible awe.
　Both armies had a fairly detailed view of the terrain and possession of maps on the Seremuth plain, where battles had been fought between the Vestian Empire and the Kingdom of Milliana for many years.
　Among them, the man determines that the map in front of him was secretly created by a man using some people, possibly the most detailed map of the Celemus plain in the world.
　The man's eyes were not in the center of the Celemus plain, which would be the main battlefield for this battle, but rather in the area which was more on the side of the Kingdom of Milliana.

"...how are you getting ready?"

　A woman in her mid-20s, standing beside him, quickly opens her mouth to the man's murmur.

"Yes, the transition team is already ready and ready to be activated at any time. At any time upon your command, you can move and carry out surprise attacks behind the army of the Kingdom of Milliana."
"Is it all right to cover up the transition?"
"Girgos is waiting at the place where the transition team is located, so there's no problem."

　A man who smiles faintly at the explanation of his lieutenant, who is extremely calm.
　A smile that should be described as glamorous with a man's handsome face. However, the smile on this man's face has a spine-chilling effect.

"Well, with Gilgos, there is little chance of finding a metastatic force with the army of the Kingdom of Milliana. . . . . . . ?"

　A woman who, in the Lord's words, takes a watch out of her pocket and checks the time.
　The watch was originally an expensive magic item, but the rapidly developed alchemy in the Westian Empire had reduced the cost to a certain extent that it was not difficult for a military officer to own.

"If it's on schedule, it's about 20 minutes before the war starts."
"Well, then it won't take an hour for the Milliana army to stop breathing."
"It's only as long as it goes according to our calculations." In particular, information which has come in here shows the figures of Filma Dejir, who is also known as the right-hand man of the Duke of Kelebel, Elena Kelebel, the princess general, and Dasker Larx, who is known as the chief of the neutral faction, as well as all the other figures of nobility and neutrals."

　When he heard the woman's report, he still smiled faintly.
　But it's not a fierce smile in the face of a strong enemy. It's a rather pitiful smile.

"It is true that both the aristocrats and the neutrals realize that our actions are serious. We can understand that with the military capabilities we have prepared. ...but only those two factions understand that? The royal faction, the largest faction and the main force, is different."
"Yes, it seems that the general general of the army of the Kingdom of Milliana is Count Arius."
"Is it the Earl of Arius?" There is no doubt about the selection of people. if you suppose this war is the same as usual."

　a man with a cynical smile on his handsome face

"I suppose you're right, Mr. Theoreme," a war of aggression that takes place regularly every few years It is obvious from the selection of the supreme commander that the royal faction has only that level of consciousness."

　A woman smiles as a man catches her. However, the smile is not as warm as people think when they hear it, but rather it is a very cold smile that even makes viewers feel chilly. Only the chief Theoreum deputy had the same quality of smile.

"It seems that the work here has gone well. The shadows were very exhausted, but if we could have achieved such a great result, we would have done well."
"...I hear that the Department of Witchcraft has said a great deal to Theoreum about the death of a skilled alchemist?"
"Oh, that's the case," It is true that Postgera was a skilled alchemist, but if captured by the kingdom of Milliana, it reverses and poses a threat to us. In the first place, postgallers, let alone their skills, were too honest with their own curiosity. If the Mileana Kingdom had said they would give them enough research facilities, they would probably have easily turned over."

　Theoreum's words slightly frowns.

"It's good that alchemy develops, but what about the fact that few of the most important alchemists have decent personalities?"
"Is that so? Well, yes, it may be, but with a decent personality...that is, with common sense thinking and taste, our alchemy would never have developed this far." Besides, do you think a common-sense man can tolerate the existence of a demon soldier in the first place?"

　When you say so, Sears has no further words.
　the secret weapon of the Vestian Empire It is true that its performance is phenomenal, and it has the ability to work for about 30 soldiers, if not a single horse. But in exchange for his ability, he who becomes a demon soldier loses much. In the first place, there are few people who can endure the treatment to become a demon soldier, and there is a very high possibility of losing their lives. Even if you endure it, your way of life as a human being and even your appearance. In some cases, certain emotions and reason are lost.
　It would be difficult if an alchemist with common sense and ethics would tolerate such a being. Therefore, there are very few common sense alchemists in the Westian Empire. In the first place, it was the Bestian Empire that protected alchemists who had been expelled from the magical city of Ozos for various reasons, such as illegal research.

"Anyway," Have you found him?"

　Sears briefly ponders on a subject that has suddenly changed from previous stories, but quickly understands who his Lord is talking about.

"Are you an adventurer named Ray? I've been in the way of Gillum many times."
"Yes, I couldn't confirm Ray's ability, but I could confirm that he had a frightening magical power. It also follows the Gryphon of Rank A monsters. --to be honest, this Gryphon would be a more alarming object than Ray himself."

　In Theoreum's mind passes the image of a Gryphon in the final stages of a plot in the city of Abuero.
　A monster who instinctively felt his presence even though he was more than 5km away and he was hiding himself in the dark. Theoreme himself had never seen a Gryphon before, but it was an event that was deeply etched into his mind how much a Rank A monster was.
　However, she didn't actually see the scene, but just listened to it, and she slightly tilted her head.

"I am sure you are not a good match for Mr. Theoreum, but are you still a subservient in the end, then, if you hold him in your direction, the Gryphon will do nothing?"
"Well, that would be difficult, wouldn't it?" As I have said, they have such enormous magical powers that you can feel even from a place more than 5km away. "To be honest, I'm not sure if I'll win if I fight head on... or, no matter how well things go, whether the winning percentage will reach thirty percent."
"... Mr. Theoreum, isn't that too much of a joke? Who the victorious general of the Empire of Bestia, nicknamed Theoreum, can't win?"

　Can your boss tell this kind of joke? Though she smiled at her sharp beauty while thinking like that, she noticed that Theoreum's face was not smiling at all, and she twitched her eyebrows.

"Really?"
"Do I look like I'm joking? No, sometimes I do, but I'm not going to joke when I'm serious."
"Oh, I can't believe Mr. Theoreum can't win even if he really fights."

　She seemed to have expressed calm and calm, but she couldn't believe what she said now. cast a dumbfounded stare at the theater
　But Teoreme remained as calm as usual, despite saying he was more likely to lose if he fought. ...no, there's even a faint smile around his mouth.

"Mr. Teoreme? Was it a joke or something that you couldn't win?"Therefore, it was no use in a way that his deputy, Sears, asked so.
　Theoreum shakes her head slightly at such words and continues.

"What do you say because you can't fight and win? If you can't, you just don't fight directly in the first place. All you have to do is leave Ray and the demon Gryphon free on the battlefield. Fortunately, the royal faction, which has the largest number of Dragon Knights in this battle, has brought only a few. The aristocrats seem to have a certain number, but we still outnumber the Dragon Knights. Then shall we hold him down with the Dragon Knight?"

　She looked satisfied with Theoreum's words, but the next moment she breathed regretfully.

"Is that all there is to be sure?" The more free the Dragon Knights were, the more comfortable the battle would be."
"That can't be helped. It's not good to be too greedy in everything. Let's try to keep down the substandard forces of Ray. If we don't cause unnecessary damage, it's better than that's all right."
"Then it's a pity that no one can fly in the air with the Mystery." and according to the information that was coming up, the Magician and Ray had a fair fight in the streets of Gilm."
"For some reason, the chances of failure are high even if we use the magic stones of flying monsters, and even if we succeed, if we can't fly, the upper management gave up on flying monsters. But it seems that the alchemists are still trying to find out if it is such an interesting subject."
"To be honest, I don't like to be a demon soldier."

　Theorame shakes her head slightly at the words of her frown.

"The Empire of Bestia is certainly the most powerful country around here. However, it is not as powerful as any other country. That proves that they have been defeated by the kingdom of Milliana on the Celemus plain many times before?"
"...that's right. That's just my sentiment."

　As a Bestian, a soldier, a woman, and, above all, a human being, Sians had a heart for the demon. Still, I'm not stupid enough to admit my overwhelming ability. It was a woman named Sians, who also served as deputy to Theoreum, called the Flash, in the Empire of Bestia.
　Seeing his deputy, Theoreme speaks comfortingly.

"If we get the sea, the national power of the Empire of Bestia will rise even further. Then we might be able to fight on our own terms. and Mercurio doesn't like demons either."

　In the murmuring mind of Theorem, the image of the third prince of the Vestian Empire passes.
　Fifteen years old, he was quite young, but he was convinced that his cleverness was worthy of succeeding the throne.
　Although the race for succession has not yet begun publicly because the present Emperor Vestia is still in his 40s, behind the scenes, it is already drawing attention to who will take over. There are now four people who have the right to succeed to the throne, and Theorem adores... no, Mercurio is the name of the third prince. He is the fourth most distant person from the position of emperor when it comes to the right to succeeding to the throne. However, Teorem saw the emperor's qualifications for the third prince, and since then he has established a faction called the third prince's faction, judging that the third prince was suitable for the next emperor.
　This war drew in the military and the Ministry of Witchcraft, and even the secret weapon, the Mystery, and challenged them. It is a step for the third prince to see the light of day while enhancing the power of the Westian Empire by acquiring the sea that the Westian Empire has long wanted.

(That's why I can't lose this battle.)

　I mutter in my heart, and at that moment a bad feeling passes through my mind.
　One and one of them, who have repeatedly prevented their plots and schemes, immediately shake their heads to erase the afterimage.

(He is strong, to be sure, but if you turn the Dragon Knight around, you'll be able to hold him down. Anyway, now...)

"It's time to get ready, Mr. Teoreme. Time to metastasize over there."
"...I see. Tell the demons to be ready to fight." I'll go and give you a fatal blow."

　Saying so, Theoreum rose to his feet.
　Victory and glory are to be seized. It's all for the man of the emperor's caliber that he saw.