a short distance from the forest where the lay people live
　There were tents and nearly twenty soldiers.
　It was a tent to prevent some of the midsummer sunshine that would be softened by trees in the woods, but the tent was so beautiful that it almost never was used in actual warfare.
　Under such a tent, a man screams impatiently.

"Well, what's wrong with the report! It's been three hours since the soldiers entered the forest! But why haven't there been any reports yet!"

　Shouting like that is a fat man of build who will never weigh less than 100 kg.
　He has a beard under his nose, but there is no dignity, perhaps because of his round face with loose cheeks.
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"Mr. Rajaras, after all, we are common people. Isn't he struggling in the woods?"

　A fat man... one of the men around him, called Rajarus, says so, exuding a sense of superiority.
　A few other men nodded in agreement.
　...the soldiers guarding Rajarus and his entourage outside the tent are frustrated and listen to it without expressing it.
　Normally, if you want to protect Rajaras, you can protect them in the tent.
　But for Rajaras, a nobleman in the country of Levulina, commoners are nothing more than trash.
　It was absolutely unacceptable for such trash to be in the same tent as me.
　He is acting as if he were acting as if he were acting as if he were acting as if he were acting as if he were acting as if he were acting as if he were acting as if he were acting as if he were acting as if he were acting as if he were just himself.
　Naturally, there is no interesting reason for the guards stationed around.
　What's more, all the guards here are outstanding performers in training.
　Of course, since they are the bodyguards of the captain who commands the unit, it is understandable for the soldiers that a skilled person will be deployed. I can understand it, but... if it were the kind of person in front of us who would still be able to understand it.

(This oak is our leader? Don't be silly.) He who is in command of the troops is fat at first.)

　One of the guards is frustrated as he watches Rajaras, who can't stand his irritation.
　It takes a considerable amount of effort to keep the irritation within you from appearing on your face.

"Why should I wait in such a hot place?"
"That's because it takes Rajaras' strength to command this force."
"Yes, these soldiers are, after all, stupid commoners. What shall we do, as nobles, if Mr. Rajaras does not command us?"

　He must have felt at least satisfied with his self-esteem, having been told so by the people around him.
　Rajaras relaxes, if slightly, the irritating expression he had had a few seconds earlier.
　It's not interesting for the soldiers to hear such conversations.
　Rajaras, however, is an aristocrat. ...and, in a bad way, aristocratic aristocrats.
　If Rajaras is offended here, we don't know what retaliation is coming.
　After all, the nobility of a small country called Levlarina... who, in terms of peerage, was a viscount earlier to count from the bottom, Rajaras was so attached to his aristocratic character that he had caused many troubles.
　Rajaras forced some soldiers to leave the army.
　Therefore, no matter how frustrated you are, you should never have acted against Rajaras.

(A rotten nobleman. I wonder if he will fly to his death with a stray arrow.)

　The moment one of the soldiers thinks so, he notices a figure running out of the woods.
　For a moment, he thought he was an enemy, but he realized that he was a familiar person and breathed a sigh of relief.
　It wasn't only the men who had been cursing inwardly at the nobles that noticed the soldiers coming out of the woods.
　Other bodyguards naturally notice it.
　Then, for several tens of seconds after the soldiers are aware... of the soldiers coming up from the forest near the tent, Rajaras and his followers finally find out.

"Huh? What are you? Who gave you permission to show up here..."
"Wait, Rajaras,"

　Rajaras muttered uncomfortably in the soldier's face, but his followers put a stop to it.
　I didn't want to take Rajaras' displeasure, either.
　But I came back from the forest, because I thought I had brought some information... ...that I had completed my mission.
　It was obvious that slashing soldiers who brought such reports would be a bad thing in the future.
　Of course, Rajaras's entourage did not intend to show mercy to the common people, but it is clear that punishing soldiers for no particular reason would cause problems later.

"What?"
"This person probably brought a report of completion of the mission. Since it was conducted under the direction of Mr. Rajaras, it will be Mr. Rajaras who will report it first. Therefore, I suspect that these commoners knew their place and ran like this."
"Yes, indeed, Mr. Rajaras. You're also excellent in command. Just by being there, the motivation of the soldiers is different."

　Rajaras sees a soldier breathing hard at his entourage.
　The color there looks satisfactory, unlike a few seconds ago.

(Stupid)

　Seeing Rajarus and his entourage, the soldier, who had been complaining in private until recently, once again reveals his frustration.
　It's natural. If they really came to destroy the enemy in the forest, the soldiers' expressions would be pale and terrified.
　If so, something has definitely happened.
　There's something that can't be helped, even though we've sent hundreds of soldiers.
　With a bad, very bad feeling, the bodyguard watches the breathless soldier.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."
"Yes, how long have you been doing that! Hurry up and tell me what happened! Of course, it must be a good report for me!"

　Rajaras, unable to stand the soldier's appearance, exclaims his irritation.
　The soldier, who may not have reacted to Rajaras' words, still feels somewhat out of breath.

"My friend in the woods... It's annihilation!"

　I'll telly.
　If the soldier's words don't make sense of what everyone is saying, he remains silent.
　the chirping of birds from somewhere
　The guardsmen, who had been irritated by Rajaras for some time, could not understand what had been said.
　The annihilation of the enemy was successful, but the damage was great.
　Or they are struggling because their enemies are strong.
　Such a report would have convinced the guards.
　But... the report brought by the soldier is the annihilation of his friends.
　I couldn't accept it properly, if not quite.

"Yes, no, maybe some people are still alive." But to him -- to him -- ah -- ah!"

　The moment they try to speak, the soldier can't speak properly.
　It was as if the terror that had been so desperately crammed had lost its grip.

(What? What happened?)

　Guardsmen are confused as they watch the soldiers burst out screaming.
　What will happen to you?
　I couldn't understand it at all.
　And what I don't understand is the same with others.
　No, Rajaras couldn't forgive anything that didn't go his way.

"Yes, don't shout! Don't shout so rudely, tell me what happened! You useless fellow!"Facing a terrified soldier, one of his associates snatches a long sword and swings it down at the soldier.
　Of course Rajaras has no intention of killing soldiers.
　A long sword is kept in a sheath, and cannot be used as a long sword, let alone as a blunt weapon.
　The dull sound of beating meat echoes around.
　But... to that extent, the soldiers are beyond remorse. No, I can't get back.
　The sight the soldiers saw must have been overwhelming.
　Ray dancing in blood with death size and twilight spear in his hand.
　The sight must have been a symbol of awe and fear for soldiers.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　Rajaras repeatedly swings down the sheath of his long sword at the soldier who rakes his head off.

"Rajaras, near there! If you kill him here now, I can't get any information!"

　If things go on like this, I'll seriously kill the soldiers.
　Those who decide so hastily stop Rajaras.
　It was not only Rajaras but also his entourage that one common soldier had died.
　But if we kill this soldier here, we can't get any information about what happened in the woods.
　They understood the current situation to the extent that it was unsavory...

"Well... but this man was not even satisfied with the part which he said. Then punishment will be necessary."

　Rajaras' words were unsatisfactory.
　As well as the punishment of the soldiers in front of him, he did not like the fact that they were still clamoring, and he was pleased to beat them up.
　But... Rajaras should have checked his opponent's condition before doing so.
　They shouldn't have acted without understanding what it meant to attack soldiers who were half mad and screaming.
　Madness means soldiers have already completely forgotten common sense.
　...yes. Normally, if you are attacked but your opponent is aristocratic... you know that Rajaras will never be able to fight back.
　However, if you are a soldier today who has lost common sense, you can counterattack the opponent who has attacked you.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Yes, it's noisy..."

　It's noisy.
　Rajaras, who was about to strike the soldier again with a scabbard, was shocked the next moment.

"Geez..."

　He had no idea what had happened.
　I found myself on the ground... in other words, lying down.
　I try to get up with my head tilted, and in that moment I feel pain in my cheek.

"Slip!"

　It hurts.
　Reach out to the drooping cheeks of excess meat in everyday life.
　Then the next moment, the pain again... severe pain hits Rajaras.

"It hurts, what is it?"

　What Rajaras saw was a soldier captured by his bodyguard, who was interrupted by the flesh of his stomach but managed to get up.
　They are shouting like before.
　Seeing Rajaras finally getting up, the stunned people come to their senses without knowing what had happened.

"Are you all right, Rajaras?"
"What are you thinking of, for example, raising your hand to the nobles?"
"Kill me, kill me!"

　After seeing his followers screaming like that, Rajaras finally understands what has happened.
　Now I was beaten, blown away, and licked by that soldier like a commoner.
　As soon as I understand it, I'm suddenly bleeding.
　It's common sense of common people...
　Rajaras looks around him, almost out of his temper.
　Then I saw a scabbard with elaborate decorations, and a long sword from which the blade came out.
　As soon as I see the light reflected on the blade, I reach for the long sword.

"You... kill me!"

　It was a poor thing to call it murderous, but he never seemed to care about it at all, and he started walking towards the soldiers who were being seized by the guards with his long sword in his hand.
　One of his associates must have noticed it. shout frantically

"Mr. Rajaras! Now to inquire about the situation... Gut!"
"Don't stand in front of me! Don't stand in front of me!"

　Rajaras pulls a long sword through the abdomen and screams.
　But the next moment something flew out of the woods and blew off his right hand holding Rajaras's long sword.