Bratta and Sobre, who were leading the expeditionary forces, were running through the camp carrying maps and weapons from Kabazid.
　He instinctively sensed the danger of the fire just before the fire whirlwind was completed and managed to distance himself from the Sobble, but he still had nothing but weapons and maps in his hands, and it was almost as if he were wearing his half-clothes.
　There is a huge tornado of flames that you can see up and down in the position, moving as you please.

"d*mn, what's the matter with you never getting out of your position when you seem to be on the loose end of the road!"

　Bratta who gives a cry of defeat to the confused voices of the soldiers, knights, adventurers, and even nobles of the expeditionary forces.
　Scream in a frustrated voice, glaring hatefully at the tornado of flames.
　There was no doubt that the punitive force would be badly damaged overnight.
　No, it's far from being a big damage. It's almost a total destruction or destruction.
　We can no longer fight the rebels. Without being able to do anything... that's why they lost without being able to fight the enemy.

(d*mn, d*mn, d*mn! Even the useless pieces that Prince Schles had formed were able to fight the rebels. And yet we... can't I even fight a single battle?!)

　The irritation in my heart has already reached its peak.
　But the reason why Bratta, who has a tendency to be direct, is not taking it seriously is probably because she now puts survival first.

"What!"

　What Bratta heard was the astonishment of his partner Sobble.
　It was a voice that seemed to embody the word calm and calm all the time, but Bratta, like Soble, stopped and followed his gaze, understood the reason.
　Flame tornadoes are coming because there are only a few Wyverns in the expeditionary force.
　Naturally, even the Wyverns understand that a tornado of flames is coming toward themselves.
　But, of course, the Weiburn is not free to move.
　The reins are tied to the ground just in case.
　Measures to prevent Weiburn from flying and running freely.
　Weiburn's inability to escape means he can't escape if someone tries to do any harm.
　Therefore, there have been several discussions about whether it is better to revise Wyvern because of his personal danger, but Wyvern itself is a powerful monster, and it is not so easy for a living person to get hurt.
　Even if you use a bow from a long distance, there is an attack method called a flame bomb.
　As for Weiburn, therefore, it remained the same as before, but this time it was fatal.

"'Oh, my God!'

　a voice coming from Weiburn
　Both Bratta and Sobble immediately knew that the voice was not a cry of anger or war, but a cry of death.
　In other words, it meant the death of Wyvern, one of the few Dragon Knights in the First Prince's faction.
　Of course, not all Dragon Knights of the First Prince's faction participated in this punitive force.
　However, it is also true that the number of Dragon Knights as the first prince group accounts for more than half of them.

"d*mn it! How can I face Prince Kabazid! The expeditionary force I gathered is now half-destroyed, and the Dragon Knight of Trump has been killed without even making him do anything..."

　Bratta muttering, biting her back teeth.
　Sobble puts his hand on his shoulder, wondering if his agitation had already subsided.

"Calm down! The punitive force was certainly fatally damaged. But instead of that, we were able to get very big information."

　What are you talking about? Bratta looks at the sovereign with that expression on her face.
　What information did they get? They were still within their sphere of influence... too close to the imperial capital, and they were so careless that they caused so much damage.
　But Soble repeats the same words again.

"Calm down,"

　The words helped Bratta calm down probably because of her long association with Soble.
　As far as Bratta knew, there was always something meaningful about Soble's expression.
　Remembering that, Bratta's consciousness finally calms down.
　Seeing his partner look like that, Soble must have finally decided that Bratta had settled down. Open your mouth again, running with Bratta in the position. ...the information that you will never miss in this case.

"You know what? It was that freely moving tornado of flames that destroyed the position. a tornado of flame Do you remember anything when you hear this?"
"...what? A tornado of flames? What is that... wait." Flame tornadoes... Flame tornadoes? Flame tornadoes!"

　As we speak, Bratta braces sternly to see if she has come to the same conclusion as Soble.
　A tornado of flames, one of the symbols of a certain person that can never be forgotten by a member of the Vestian Empire.
　He also has a sickle larger than his height, and he has a rank A monster Gryphon, also known as the Death God of the Sky.
　Ray, a Rank B adventurer nicknamed crimson.

"Foolish... does this mean he did crimson?"
"Do you know anyone else who can do this? No, there are some people who are notorious for doing this, but there were other people here who happened to come to the Empire of Bestia at this time and participate in a competition where crimson disappeared before and after an accidental civil war, and who could use a tornado of flames, which is also a symbol of crimson."

　While a tornado of flames rippled through the position, Sobble's words were already completely unnerved.

"Once or twice it may be a good idea to clean it up by accident, but it is impossible to clean it up by accident if it lasts three times. ...is it not?"
"I'm sure. d*mn it, but crimson was really cooperating with the rebels. I've never seen him before, and I never thought he'd cut his hand here."
"Well, it's probably because of here. Since they were still within our sphere of influence, the punitive force was completely off guard. Moreover, there are few entrances and exits around the area with a fence. Moreover, most people sleep at night, and the other party has a means of transportation called glyphon."
"Usually, it's known that individuals will suffer even if they try hard."

　Blatta saw the burnt cloth of the tent flying towards her, cutting it off with her long sword, and throwing it away in abomination.
　Soble breathes a small sigh as she watches it.

"Surely Bratta is right in the ordinary course. Unfortunately, however, crimson is a magician, and many of the magic they use is suitable for wide-area destruction. . . to be honest, it's just like the army is moving when crimson is moving about freely."

　You can travel in the air on a demon's Gryphon, and you're an individual, so it's hard to notice.
　Nevertheless, the magic used is very powerful, and they are good at wide-area annihilation magic.
　To be honest, I'm so talented that I'm tempted to call myself cowardly.

"d*mn it, I might have been glad to have been around Rodos, but to us it's nothing but the Plague God!"

　Bratta tugs at the sobble when she sees the body of a soldier burned to death by a fire whirlwind flying.
　Then the next moment the body passes by where the Sobble had been a few seconds earlier.
　The speed does not come when a person is blown away, and it is more appropriate to describe that a bullet has been fired from a fire whirlwind than from a dead person flying in.
　Moreover, the bullet is becoming more powerful, with many wearing leather armor and other protective gear.
　Sobble managed to avoid it thanks to Bratta, but in his position, soldiers engulfed in a fire whirlwind and bodies of knights in metal armor are similarly released, causing much damage.
　The fire whirlwind previously used on the Celemuth plain would not have caused so much damage as it had moved a little but remained mostly there.
　However, this fire whirlwind is different. The damage is accelerating as it moves from one position to the other.
　The least salvation is that the number of the punitive force is 4,000 compared to the number of the Westian Imperial army that participated in the Spring War... or, if you include the supply force and its bodyguards, the damage itself is less severe than before, but there will be no consolation for Sobre and Bratta.

"d*mn it! At least if we had to fight fair and square, we might be able to manage it."Bratta's frustrated shoulder grips Soble again, calmingly.

"No, look, Bratta. What do you have to do now? It's all about getting out of here and letting Prince Kabazid know that crimson has joined the rebels. Let's wipe it out here. Prince Kabazeed will then confront him again without confirmation that the crimson is on the other side. It goes without saying how dangerous it is."

　The remark was true.
　In fact, it is true that they were caught off guard that they were within their sphere of influence, but one of the major reasons for this situation was that they had not been able to confirm that Ray was among the rebels.
　That is why we must not be wiped out here.
　The Sobble looked at Bratta with such a feeling that the matter must be passed on to their lord. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..

"Dear Bratta! Have you been safe? Lord Sobul!"

　They both turn their eyes to such voices that Bratta heard before she said anything.
　They were riding horses that made me want to think they were safe in the midst of a fire whirlwind.
　His second son, Schles, forced his way into the expeditionary force.

"Oh, I beg your pardon," I'm glad that you seem to be safe, too."

　In return, they saw the fire whirlwind moving far away from them -- still in the same position -- and paused to face each other.
　We can't afford to fight over the differences between our factions. We must escape from here by all means now, and we must return to the imperial capital to inform our lord of this incident.
　We confirm each other's intentions with just a few glances.

"I'll get the horse out of here," Instead, I want you to help us get out of this hell."
"All right. I don't mind that, either."

　We don't have time for leisurely negotiations, so we just get to the point and get ready quickly.
　Bratta was quick to decide what to say, but of course he didn't feel anything for the rest of the punitive force.
　But... if we waste time here, it could be fatal not only for the punitive forces but also for Kabazid. There was no need to hesitate if you think so.

"And, my lord Bratta," Where did you escape from? According to the information gathered here, rebels are hiding near the entrance to the stockade, and they are shooting at you with bows."

　Bratta slaps his tongue at the words of the cavalry captain and Soble frowns uncomfortably.
　It's a very uninteresting arrangement for the under attack, but that's why I have to acknowledge their performance.
　The unfortunate thing at this time was that the Brattas did not understand that there were only about thirty men in the force sniping with bows.
　If I had known it, I would have rushed into the doorway at once, regardless of any damage.
　But now that we have carried out such a large surprise attack, it was only natural to assume that we had a suitable number of course.
　Bratta's partner, Soble, had some doubts about the night attack deep within their sphere of influence, but before he could tell them, Bratta spoke.

"The enemy's attack is concentrated at the door, isn't it?"
"What? Yes. Of course."

　I wonder what you're saying for granted. The captain of the cavalry responds, questioning Bratta's words.
　But when Bratta heard it, he turned his gaze to the stockade, not to the doorway... with a fierce smile.

"Then it's easy. If you don't go out of your way to escape from where the enemy awaits you, you can do it unexpectedly."
"…I see. I'm sure Bratta could do that."

　Sobble, who understood what Bratta meant, muttered convincingly, and the captain of the cavalry, who could not understand what they were saying, could only tilt his head.
　The night of the tragedy is at last coming to an end."