"This... seems to have been a very fierce battle,"

　marching on the battlefield, Mercurio mutters, looking around.
　In the sight of the eye, the bodies of many soldiers lay on the ground.
　I'm glad the civil war is over, but if we don't clean up these soldiers' bodies, there's no doubt that monsters will come up or be undead.
　Nevertheless, given that this season is already close to winter, it's fortunate that we don't have to worry about plague because the rot is slower than the fighting took place in spring or summer.
　If we hadn't cleaned it up before it snows, we could rot and a plague would break out next spring.

"It's not for us to say that the people of the Vestian Empire are fighting among themselves... but that's not what we should say when we took the initiative in doing so."

　Fritzione, who wants to break up with Kabazide as he heads to the headquarters of the expeditionary force, mutters, like Mercurio.
　Fritzione's deep tenderness lays a light of sorrow in her eyes.
　There was nothing we could do about this battle, nothing we couldn't help it.
　Even if you know that, you still can't stop feeling sad.

"Your Highness Fritzione..."

　mutter anxiously Angela, the knight of the White Rose Knights.
　The battle between the White Rose Knights on the right and the cavalry under the direct control of Shurus had already ended and had already been withdrawn by order of Shurus.
　As a result, Angela joined the party heading to the headquarters of the punitive force.
　The group consists of Mercurio, Fritzione, Theoreum and Angela, as well as several nobles and their guards. And as a deterrent against the punitive force, Ray and Set.
　It ended up in a group of nearly twenty people.
　Under normal circumstances, it is quite dangerous for this number of people to move through the battlefield immediately after the battle.
　That's why Ray and Seto are so meaningful here.
　Most people on this battlefield were made to see with their own eyes how powerful Ray and Sett were, and engraved deep into their hearts.
　Although it did not hurt many opponents emotionally as it did during the war in spring, many were beaten down by Ray, who invoked the flaming Emperor's red armor, and suffered a half-death injury, especially when Ray crashed in, resulting in burns.
　And set.
　Even a mere Gryphon was not a match for most adventurers, but there was a widespread talk of a rare species of skill and magic, and no one could act foolishly to attack this party with whom Seto was working.
　Of course, the Mercurio army has received information about Seto...

"Ray, about Sett..."

　Theoreum, also riding on the horse, muttered to Ray, who is also riding on his horse.
　In addition, for the sake of safety, this party should pass the site of the battlefield as soon as possible, so everyone but Ray is allowed to travel on horseback.
　The horse, too, was frightened of Seto but did not immediately run away, indicating that he was a highly trained horse.

"Oh, I know pretty much what you mean. I think it's bad to keep rare species secret, but Seto was originally scared, wasn't he? Besides, I thought it would be even more troublesome if he heard about rare species. Well, there were a lot of things this time and I had to reveal them."

　Ray, who continues to say, "Because of the noise," has no choice but to be convinced by Theoreum.
　Just being subservient to a Gryphon can cause a lot of trouble, so naturally, if it becomes widely known that you subservient to a Gryphon equivalent to a Rank S monster, there will be a lot of trouble again.
　And now that I've shown Seto's skills in front of so many people, it's certainly impossible to prevent rumors.

(Well, if you think it's a rare species, I can't help but hope. rather than suggesting the art of sorcery, it is better to be recognized as a rare species.

　Magical art is a magic art that has only been popular for a while in the distant past when Zepyle was alive.
　Originally, it would have been buried in history as a flower of the times.
　But... Zepyle, also known as the Witch, and his party.
　a group of so-called geniuses of witchcraft at that time
　Those who are said to be able to defeat the army and the country by themselves.
　It was almost impossible to be buried in history just because of the magic used by such a legendary group.
　What was fortunate to Ray, however, was that the magic was developed by the Zepiles, genius among them, and that it was almost impossible for anyone but the Zepiles party to take over it.
　Thanks to this, the name "magic art" has spread to the level that only those who study history know, but it is safe to say that no one knows the actual situation.
　Some Grimm lived the same time as the Zepiles and became rich, but there was no need to worry about spreading knowledge of the art of the beast, as few people knew of Grimm.

(In that sense, I must have been lucky to have been called to this time, far from the days when the Zepiles lived.)

　Ray thinks while stroking the set created by the magic.

"When you look at it like this, it seems that only the people of the same country cooperate."

　Fritzione muttered as she rode next to Angela.
　Beyond that gaze, orders from Mercurio and Teorem would be down. Regardless of whether it is a punitive force or a Mercurio force, they can be seen helping injured people.
　Of course, this is not just the voluntary action of the soldiers.
　It was an order issued by Mercurio and Theoreum to minimize their animosity after the war.
　Of course some are doing it voluntarily, but some are willing to remain murderous and attack as soon as they do something strange.
　But most of them had taken action to do what they could to the best they could.

"Well, it's inevitable that after this battle there will be some bitterness left, but I don't want to leave it if possible."

　Angela muttered next to Fritzione.
　Of course I know it's not as easy as words.
　Still, if we don't change ourselves, we can't do anything.

"I don't think it's so easy to get rid of your grudge." Well, I thought it was worth trying."

　Mercurio muttered, listening to Fritzione and Angela's interaction, and Teoreme nods back in agreement.
　In fact, this battle is a civil war, and because it is a battle between the people of one's own country, it is easy for resentment to remain.
　Now that he was the winner in the civil war and the next heir to the throne, Mercurio couldn't help but take that into consideration.

"As far as I can see, there seem to be more people than Mercurio pleased to win."

　a muttering Ray sitting on Seto's back looking around
　There, many members of Mercurio's army are cheering for Mercurio, who is riding his horses on the battlefield.
　Ray was half-enthusiastic in his eyes, perhaps because he was excited just after the battle ended.
　...although some of them are, of course, cheering for others other than Mercurio.
　For example, those who are intoxicated with Fritzione, those who are also Mercurio's confidante, those who yearn for Angela, the captain of the White Rose Knights, those who are penetrated by Seto's love, those who believe in Ray's strength, etc.
　As we pass the battlefield in such cheers, Ray suddenly opens his mouth as if he had thought of it.

"Now that you mention it, what happened to the shortstop? I don't know on which front they fought, but they did a good job, did they?"

　It's a very casual question. It's a very casual question.
　Having trained them so well, they must have done a great job. The question came out as a confirmation, but I came back from Theoreum with a silent shake of my head.

"...what happened? They've trained enough. It's no exaggeration to say that he's the best in the Mercurio army. But it's strange that you can't make a single achievement."
"Oh, of course, it doesn't mean that I haven't done any good at all. Eventually, he succeeded in inflicting some serious damage on the punitive force. Just...

　Ray's sharp gaze is directed at the muddled Theorem, which prompts him to move forward.
　There's no point in misrepresenting Ray's appearance any more. On the contrary, Teoreme, who has decided that it could even cause unnecessary disturbance, opens his mouth with a gloomy look on his face.

"It's been a while since the battle with the punitive force began in earnest. It seems that some of the shortstop troops suddenly went on a rampage and attacked their allies, which caused great confusion in the troops."
"Do you mean you betrayed him?"
"No, it's not betrayal. But things were worse. It seems that the rioters were in a state of semi-confusion. It's so bad that I can't judge my friends and foes."

　Theoreum finally realizes that things are worse than he expected.
　I thought some of them might have betrayed me by being blinded by the reward or by holding my relatives hostage.
　In addition...

"As far as I can tell, isn't there one or two of them who are in a state of confusion?""Yes. I don't know exactly how many people there were, but it seems to have been quite a few."
"Why?"

　At Ray's question, Theoreum opens her mouth, albeit with difficulty.

"Wyburn, the Dragon Knight you fought against while guarding His Highness Fritzione," They are equipped with leather armour made of the material."
"Wyvern, what? No, but... why?"
"It seems that Wyvern had been set up in advance. It's a device that works only when you use a special magic item."

　Ray frowns at the remark.
　It was because I knew immediately what special magic items meant.
　Normally it takes time to lick the skin of the Weiburn into leather, but the magic item that reduces the time is the drip of durim.

"In other words, it was read from beginning to end."
"Don't be so. Fortunately, it seems that only the skin has been rigged, and there is no particular problem with weapons made with nails or tusks. and I managed to get rid of the confusion."
"What a nuisance! -- no, it was a tough match, was it?"

　Ray's words in the past tense show who thought the trick and put it into practice.
　a person who is no longer in this world and has troubled himself many times before

(Cabbage? He is a man full of mystery.)

　Maybe they're the same as you are... but they're similar.
　Already in Ray, it had been established by words spoken by Kabazid.

"...and who in the squad said they were confused?"
"I managed to suppress it, so I should be in the hospital now. -- didn't you see it?"

　Didn't you notice Rodos when you went to see him? Ray shakes his head at Theoreme, who asks him so out of the blue.
　He went to the clinic, but in the end Rodos was still unconscious, and soldiers came to call him while he was talking to Digma.

"Well, it's them, and there's no particular problem with anything." It should probably be back soon."
"I hope so," Perenicus, who was in charge of the squadron, seemed shocked."

　The face of a man who looks like a soldier passes through Ray's mind.
　Such a personality makes him feel like a companion.

"...I see,"

　Ray speaks the same language, but his feelings have changed into something serious.
　Ray had been silent for a few seconds and thought about it, but before long, he found some familiar figures in front of his eyes.
　the headquarters of a punitive force
　It took a long time to get there because it was moving around watching the battlefield, but we finally arrived there.
　The punitive force and Mercurio's army were standing apart, with the body of Kabazid and the figure of Shurus and Vihela in the middle.