A swarm of wyverns attacks the town on the plains.
　This would be one of the nightmares of the residents and politicians.

　Generally speaking, if an attack on a town or other living place was foreseen, one should fight back as far away from the town as possible if one was concerned about the damage to the living and production spaces.
　This is because even if they are successfully repelled, if the town and its surroundings are damaged, there is a high probability that their ability to maintain their livelihoods will be damaged by indirect damage, even if there is no direct human casualty. In this world of Seldesia, where people are living in medieval food production, damage to a production base could be fatal.
　However, that was not always the case.
　Although the Steel-Tailed Dragon that they are fighting against is a medium-sized class, it is a flying dragon, in other words, a type of dragon. The Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl is a type of dragon. Although it lacks the ability to use its flaming breath, raking attacks with its forelegs, or magical attacks, its specialized aerial mobility is even greater than that of the original dragons.
　They range in level from forty to as high as ninety, depending on the area where they live. The ones in the vicinity of the Redstone Mountains should be the easiest to assemble, the Steel-Tailed Pterosaur.

Individual levels confirmed, forty-two, forty-six, forty-three... fifty!
　Minori reports while holding the telescope to one eye.
　The reason why they came from Akiba to the Redstone Mountains is that at this level, even Touya and his team can defeat it.
　However, that was only if they were dealing with one to several of them. With that kind of number of them, they would be capable of fighting. Alternatively, Touya thinks that if they holed themselves up in a shallow cave and defeated the attacking 'steel-tailed pterodactyls' in order, for example, they would be able to repel even ten or more of them.
''Minori, Sister Serara!　We'll head to the edge of town first!
Yes!
　However, how bad the location of this town was.
　Surrounded by the countryside, the town of Saphir, a place with an excellent view of the countryside, has a target to protect. The Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl is a monster that flies at high speed, and the combination of the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl and this battlefield is close to the worst.
　It was different from being attacked by a group of sub-humans, as in the city of Chooshi, but just as or even worse. The sub-human groups make defensive operations more difficult due to their numbers. They would be infiltrated by a wave-invasion force that would exceed the number of our defensive forces.
　The Steel-Tailed Dragons may not be that numerous, but they have desperate aerial maneuverability. They would be useless as a wall for a defense force that didn't have a long-range attack, and if the defense force collapsed and the townspeople had to flee, they would receive a devastating chase down.
　The Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl is an expert flyer, and the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl would be happy to swing its steel tail over the back of a fleeing Tahitian and eat its tender flesh for recreation.
　Under these circumstances, it's difficult to defend against protruding maneuverability. It's because the enemy is more mobile than us. Of course, the current Touya's lacked not only mobility, but also strength in every sense of the word. I'm sure that even if the Toyas were level 90, a party of just five people would not be able to defend the town.

　Even though it was far up in the sky, a swarm of flying dragons appeared like a black haze and it was coming towards the town. The commotion in Saphir's town was not small, but it did not reach the point of panic.
　The terrified-looking Daichijin seemed to have taken refuge in the most solid building they could find. The three of us ran through the houses with their windows closed, making high-pitched noises, while Touya and the others ran through them.
　The reason for the cooler-than-anticipated evacuation is that the outskirts of town are in sight.
　More than ten members of the Odyssey Knights had gathered from wherever they had come from and were about to head out on a mission. They wore gimpy cloaks and ran out one after another along the riverside, looking as if they were suffering from fever. Ahead of them is the reclaimed fields, and it is clear that they intend to attack the Steel-Tailed Winged Dragon.
''Move!''
　With a single word, another group of Knights of the Odyssey rushed past Touya and the others. The six-man team, the two rear guards carrying the strange mobile temple, drew their swords and ran towards the battlefield with bloodshot eyes.
Touya, don't step forward.
Yes.
We're useless in that fight. We'll stay and take care of the defense.
Okay.
　At Minori's direction, Touya and the others turned their course toward the reservoir off the main road. It's a convenient point to monitor the perimeter or to meet up.
'Minori-chan, where's Isuzu-chan?'
I just got off the phone with Mr. Rundelhaus. They're packing up their equipment and moving it over here.
Uh-huh.
There's still time. Take your time.
　Touya told his companions as he stared at the engagement shifting out of sight.

　They looked as small as bean puppets, but it was a bizarre battle.
　The Odyssey Knights were charging in, waving their swords like mad, summoning huge pillars of lightning to fight as if they were hugging the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl. And naturally, they were getting wounded and bloodied.
　It was a desperate assault by dozens of knights, depending on how you look at it, and a self-regarding struggle to protect the town.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for when you're in the market.
"Touya. Touya.........
　There was Minori's trembling voice.
　Touya's partner was observing the battlefield with the telescope that Naotsugu had given him. Gazing into the tip of the tube, Touya understood what Minori was looking at.
　The level of the 〈Odyssey Knights〉 was almost ninety.
　If compared to the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl, it would be twice as high. But the Steel-Tailed Dragons are several times more numerous than the Knights of the Odyssey. The Odyssey Knights' Guardians and Samurai continue to use Anchor Howl to attract the Steel-Tailed Dragons, without considering the balance of their surroundings. If not, the flying dragons might head for the city.
　But if you invite an unlimited number of enemies, even if they have higher levels than the monsters, it will be difficult to hold on. In fact, they have fallen.

　And they have scattered into light.
　They would be revived in the Mobile Temple of the North Wind, not far away.

　I'm sure you're not the only one who's been through this. It's no wonder Minori's voice was trembling. That wasn't to say that it was a sight he had never seen before. The rainbow-colored light generated when the monster fell was already familiar, and even though they didn't want to remember it, losing Rundell House and getting it back in the Great Temple was something Touya, Minori and the others had experienced.
　The scene in front of him was supposed to be the same, or at least the same kind of scene.
　But even so, it had a nightmarish feel to it.
　After being revived, the Odyssey Knights stood up as if nothing had happened and happily returned to the battlefield, carrying their swords with them. It's a good idea to have a good time with them.
　Resuscitation by the Great Temple of God is not an easy thing to do.
　According to Shiroe's lecture, it is an act of losing a reasonable amount of experience. Right after being revived, even HP is not enough. It's the same with the Assassin who was just revived and rushed out. He ran out of the room with his strength still low and jumped onto the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl, which was trying to graze the ground. They slammed their great swords into its wings and fell like a mistletoe.
　Do they not care about their own lives?
　The word "brave assault" popped into his mind, but Touya could only think of it as a laughable joke.

''Well ... yes.''
　Touya tried to encourage Minori's trembling voice, but her reply seemed to be tangled in her throat and not in her usual voice.
　The piercing electric light burned the retinas of both Touya and Minori.
　It was the sorcerer's wide-ranging attack spell, the Lightning Nebula. The swirling blasts engulfed an area with a radius of about ten meters, dealing damage from the blasts. It is a powerful attack spell that Rundelhaus had only recently learned.
　After trying it several times, it was difficult for the vanguard to maintain the hate, so Touya's party concluded that they should refrain from using this magic spell in actual battle until they had some more practice and incorporated it into their coordination.
　The Lightning Nebula exploded, engulfing several Steel-Tailed Winged Dragons and almost as many Odyssey Knights. A rainbow-colored bubble bursts with a sound that does not match the horrific scene.
　After a pause of two breaths or so, the Mobile Temple, emitting a glow of the same color, revived the knights. The temple's low-frequency vibrations make it look to Touya's eyes as if it were cursed.

It's quite an interesting thing to think about.
What...?
That's a resuscitation device, isn't it? Just like the Great Temple, it is a guide beacon for the regeneration site. It doesn't exist in my memory, but it's a very useful item. I wonder if someone invented it.
"Roe2 Sis.
　Touya looked up at the woman standing next to him.
　Roe 2's white coat cloak fluttered, and there was a spare look on her face, which could be called dependable, but now it seemed somehow alien to her.
'You don't look good, Touya boy.
It's a bad thing!　It's crazy, those things!
　Touya shook his fist.
　He tried to convey this feeling to Roe 2.
You're not crazy. It's a white thing that follows the laws of this world. It wouldn't work otherwise. As long as that thing exists in that way, it has some principle and mechanism. You can deny it, but it won't disappear, will it?
It's not that...
　Touya's words didn't seem to get through.
　No, they probably do get it.
　It's because it's established as a conversation.
　But that means that the meaning was understood, not that Touya's frustration and fear were shared.
And from what I've seen, they seem to be willing to provide an empathic child.
What?
The gathering efficiency is high with all those deaths. I think the collector is lucky to be alive. No it was their idea to make it happen in the first place, wasn't it?　That's something that needs to be audited, though.
'What are you talking about?　It's dead, we have to do something about it!
　Touya's impatient hand was held down.
　She turned to see Minori standing behind her, biting her lip and staring at Touya, or rather, Roe 2.
　Minori's eyes flashed brightly, and Touya could tell that she was thinking seriously about something. Thinking and deciding were not separated in Minori's mind. He's the only one who doesn't know what to do. Touya's head went cold at once when he saw the expression on her face.
　Minori, with eyes like that, is strong. It's strange for Touya to say, but she's so fierce, straightforward, and strong that it's hard to believe she and her twin.
　But on the other hand, she's also very fragile. So Touya squeezed Minori's hand.

'I know that's the point of contention, Touya, Minori. -- they look to me like they want it?
　Roe 2 kept his cool eyes on the battlefield as he continued to sing.
'They want to die. "They want to die...a temporary runner like anesthesia. In return, I offer them the Sympathetic Child.
Mr. Roe2....
I don't really understand. In the first place, I don't know why you have created such an inefficient society. But the knowable world is always much smaller than the agnostic world. And since the realm of comprehensibility is as small as the tip of a needle, there is no mystery to the fact that we don't understand.

　Against the backdrop of the fierce battle that followed in the distance, sweat-damp palms conveyed Minori's agitation to Touya. Before he knew it, Minori stepped forward and locked gazes with Roe 2 to shelter Serara behind him, and after a not-so-short hesitation, Minori asked a clarifying question.

'Who is Roe2?　Where do you come from and where are you going?
　Roe 2 rolled his eyes at the momentary silence that seemed to have swallowed him up.
　Then he lightly dusted off his coat and faced Touya and the others squarely, stretching his chest as if they were meeting for the first time.




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"Miss Isuzu, Miss Isuzu.
　The party telegram confirmed that they were awake because we contacted them, but that doesn't mean we can't step into the lady's room, so Rundelhaus called to the door of the women's room.
　They received word that the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl appeared in the vicinity of the town.
　Touya, Minori and Serara are already heading towards the reservoir to help defend the town. Rundell House was about to rush over and was instructed to join up with Isuzu. Even though the monsters hadn't invaded the city, there was no telling what would happen under the circumstances. The right decision would be to join up with Isuzu once, and then the two of them would further join Touya's group. She's not the kind of girl to make such a commanding error. That was how Rundelhaus assessed Minori.
　After a few moments, and just as he raised his fist to knock again, the cheap wooden door opened, revealing the room.
　The skinny girl, Isuzu, nodded her head in her equipment, but Rundelhaus was speechless.
　Isuzu's face was awful.
　Her eyelids were swollen and her nose was red from too much rubbing.
　When he left her in the backyard at night, she had spilled tears like pearls. She would have cried after that. The gentle Isuzu might blame herself, Rundelhaus thought, and she thought she should stay by her side. But he reminded himself that that was probably presumptuous, and quietly left his side. Only about fifteen hours had passed since that night. Rundelhaus also spent some time in his room, waiting for the dawn to break and not even bothered.
　So it's not that he hadn't expected such a tearful face from Isuzu. And yet Rundelhaus was speechless, as if his chest was choked up. He felt as if he had done something very terrible. It was Rundelhaus who had made Isuzu cry, and it was Rundelhaus who had left her side when she should have wiped away her tears.
　I didn't think it was a wrong decision, but it wouldn't make the pain go away. And more importantly, Isuzu's grief would be several times worse for him.

'Rudy,'
Oh, oh. Miss Isuzu.
I don't look like an idiot.
What's an idiot? What is an idiot!
Hmm.
　Isuzu kept its mouth in a crooked shape, pushed Rudy's shoulder and made him turn around, and then proceeded languidly down the corridor of the inn.
The first thing you need to do is to go. Minori and the others, we're waiting for you!
'That's all right. Walk on your own, Miss Isuzu.
Get it together, Rudy.
　You're the one who's not doing it right.
　You look terrible.
　Here, wipe your face with this.
　Rundelhaus swallowed those words.
　There was little reason to believe that such a thing would result in Isuzu's knuckles being more powerful than Frostspear. It's a good thing that you're able to do that, because it hurts your heart to imagine yourself wiping away Isuzu's tears by saying such a line.

　They left the lodge in a hurry, quickly looked to their left and right and hurried to the northwestern part of the town as they had been informed. There was not a soul in the street. The townspeople seemed to be hiding in their own homes. Evidence of this is the narrow open armoured door and the gaping holes in the door, where people are watching us.
　Rundell House knew exactly how it felt.
　Because I am the same as I was before I left Nine Tail. I know I'm not strong enough to face the disaster, but I can't stop peeking. The reason why he stays at home and blocks his ears and eyes is because of the unpleasantness of his imagination, which is unbearable.
　Isuzu didn't even call out to Rundell House and began to move at a trot.
　Rundelhaus was relieved by her grumpy attitude.
　It was because he could see that Isuzu had recovered from last night's dissipation. And somehow, Rundelhaus could tell that she wasn't as angry as she appeared to be. Perhaps it is the magical mind-blowing ability unique to adventurers. Sometimes Rundelhaus could understand Isuzu's feelings painfully.
　Right now Isuzu looks angry, but in fact she's not very angry. She's probably feeling annoyed, flustered, sulking, embarrassed, or something like that. From my experience, I know that if Isuzu at such times give practical advice such as "your nose is red" or "you should go wash your face," she will be fist-f*cked.
　Surprisingly, Isuzu drops her knuckles even when she's not angry.
　In fact, he is even quicker when he is not angry.
　Even though she's learned to understand some of the feelings, that doesn't mean that her evasion ability has improved (the defense ability of a 'sorcerer' (Samonar) is less than that of a 'bard' (Bard)! I don't know. I'm not sure I've ever felt that way before, but most of the time I have no idea. It's a good idea to have a good time with them.

　Anyway, Rundelhaus ran through the city, chasing after Isuzu, who was running at a brisk pace.
　There was a bubbling tension in the air that seemed to be scorching and burning.
　It was the air of war.
''Rudy,''
Yes, Miss Isuzu.
I'm getting the creeps.
　It was an opinion that should be agreed upon.
　According to word from Minori, the enemy is the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl. Although powerful and numerous, the Odyssey Knights of the Odyssey assaulted the outskirts of town, and the results of that assault are not yet known. It is not yet known who will win, but either way, it should take some time before that conclusion is reached.
　No, whatever the conclusion, it should still be some time before its effects are felt in this area near the center of town. This bubbling tension seems as if it is exaggerated.
　Rundelhaus listened carefully, as if exploring the sword fights that echoed in the distance.
　Right next to Rundelhaus, Isuzu is listening closely with a genuine expression on her face. Her ears, which were cute as a shell, were much more capable of probing the battlefield with much higher performance than Rundelhaus.
''How's that?''
He seems fine. At least not in the vicinity.
Okay.
Come on!　Rudy.
"Ah. Miss Isuzu.
　Rundelhaus couldn't help but reflexively call out to him.
　Isuzu looked back at him suspiciously, looking for words to say to him, but it didn't work. I tried to think about what to say while staring at Isuzu's face, but it was so spur of the moment that it didn't work. The more you stare at it, the more you feel like Isuzu is getting a little more sullen.
''Um?''
"Hmm. Miss Isuzu.
　Rundelhaus thumped his chest. As a lone male here, he would have to wipe away the girl's anxiety as she was upset by the atmosphere of the battlefield.
''I know you are anxious about the sudden arrival of the monster, Miss Isuzu. But as long as this Rundel House-Code, the Adventurer, is here, you'll be fine!　The town of Saphir, Miss Isuzu, Miss Minori and Miss Serara will be protected by my Orb of Rava!　We're a party of a hundred battles to begin with!　This kind of hardship is just a sweet ordeal. So don't worry, Miss Isuzu!
　I got punched in the face.
　I wasn't kidding around and he nailed me.

　But the blow blew away the haze in Rundelhaus' mind.
　His vision became clearer and he could see clearly and vividly, even things that had been cloudy before. Perhaps he had succeeded in wiping away the anxiety Isuzu had been holding on to. And at the same time, the gloom that Rundelhaus had been holding onto was gone. I don't know exactly what he was holding on to, or what he was hesitating about, but the fact that he felt lighter in his heart was all that mattered.
　Rundelhaus, selflessly, thought that this lightness of heart was the quality of the Adventurer. This was the treasure he had found in the town of Chooshi.
　At the time, Rundelhaus had thought the Adventurers had the secret to their strength. The Adventurers were many times more powerful than the Earthlings, but they had a secret spell or tool that only the Adventurers could use to develop their fighting abilities. Although they couldn't tell Isuzu and the others, when they decided to participate in the summer camp, Rundel House had even intended to steal the secret techniques from the Adventurers.
　But I was mistaken. The Adventurers have no such secrets.
　They are strong because they are such creatures, and it seemed to be more of a curse than a secret or practice. They had gained their current fighting abilities in exchange for the tragedy of not being able to return home. Rundelhaus believes that this is nothing short of a curse.
　On the other hand, the Adventurers were a noble people.
　They would not abandon their suffering people, as they had done for Rundelhaus. This was the kind of adventurer that Rundelhaus had longed to be.
　In the decisive battle in Chowsi, when he clung to the Mad Wolf and thrust his cudgel into its mouth, Rundelhaus was light-hearted.
　There was no fear or regret, only companionship and a mission.
　The man who had saved him, Shiroe, told him that Rundelhaus was already an adventurer. At that time, Rundelhaus was already an adventurer.

　Isuzu's heart was just as light as that.
　The fist that Isuzu placed on Rundelhaus' forehead did not hurt a bit.
　Isuzu's fist on the forehead did not hurt a bit, but it seemed to be the adventurer's way of conveying the message of the adventurer, which Rundelhaus has yet to master. I could clearly feel the hot mass of energy from each beat running through my chest, bringing life to my whole body.
　A feeling of elation, filled with anticipation for the coming stage, is about to run through me.
'Miss Isuzu!'
What?
　Rundelhaus gave a wave of his wand to Isuzu, who turned around with his mouth agape. The invisible mana materialized the various forces of the wind and formed a shining blue force field. That force field lifted them both up about ten centimeters off the ground.
Oh, my God. What is this?
It's a spell from the Cloudshoe. I can't fly through the sky by my own strength, but it does increase my speed and lets me ignore bad roads.
Oops. Well, this is......... Does that mean you're quick on your feet?
　Isuzu smiled as she stepped on her toes to check the clear foothold. There was still some swelling in her eyelids, but it was a smile like a rainbow after the rain.
　With this, they could go anywhere, even to the outskirts of town or the battlefield. The two of them rushed forward with a speed and smoothness several times faster than before.
　Rundelhaus was deeply satisfied with his choice of magic.
　It was a spell that required enormous study and vast amounts of talent. All of its potential, and unfortunately, Rundelhaus could not bring it all to bear now. It's all he can do to keep himself and Isuzu afloat for a bit and deliver them to the battlefield. But if that reward is Isuzu's smile, it's not bad.
''That's good, Rudy,''
Of course I do. Miss Isuzu. I'm a genius sorcerer!
Don't you dare get carried away!
　The two of them were advancing as if they were gliding along while clapping their mouths, when a scream rained down on them with a metallic resonance. It's the Steel-Tailed Pterosaurus! The steel-tailed dragon, wounded by an arrow, was still falling as if scraping the walls of an abandoned building, even though they hadn't even left the town yet. That yell made it clear to Rundelhaus.
　The bubbling tension he had felt up until now belonged to the people of the town. It wasn't Rundell House's. It was the anxiety and fear of the inhabitants, who had nowhere to run, that clung to them. Rundelhaus felt this as a glance.

　But that didn't mean it was no longer a fetter.
　There was a young girl who ran through the air ahead of him.
　Not to be outdone by that brown-tailed pigtail, Rundelhaus also leaped with all his might. She compressed and ejected magical energy from the fireball that materialized in her hand all at once. The Flare Arrow, along with Isuzu's spearhead, was thrust into the wounded Steel Tailed Winged Dragon.
　Rundelhaus and Isuzu fearlessly participated in the defense of Saphir.



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　When the magic chain trajectory was projected 30 meters in front of them, nature was twisted by the effects set in that magic circle. The trees interfered with the Guihua Reito and the Walking Tree, creating a tunnel-like space in the thick growth of the trees. The trees around them are cowering to avoid it.
　The circular magic circle continues onward, creating the same circular compatriots ahead of it. This magic circle not only creates space by interfering with the natural objects around it, but also creates a levitating force field to help it move, a magic-type track (rail).
　Advancing above the magic circle with the help of repulsive force was a steel car. It was a boxy vehicle, like a huge horseless carriage about eight meters long. These vehicles, with their rugged armor, have glass-inlaid windows, but they are also darkened and cannot be seen inside.
　In the fourth carriage from the front, a command vehicle with a retractable canopy and a double-decker structure, there is a woman.
　Clad in a military uniform with a well-proportioned body that resembles a carnivorous rather than a carnivorous animal, this is Mizfa-Trude, a high-ranking general in the service of the Holy Empire of Westland.
　He is a senior general in the service of the Holy Empire of Westlands.
　With a sarcastic smile, a combination of stubbornness and shallowness, the General's troops looked out at the world through the shield glass. Her beautiful high-crossed legs indicated relaxation, and the fingertips of her left hand turned why as if to caress the hilt of her sword.
　Mizfa was pleased with the performance of the running vehicle.
　The vehicle was so heavy that it could not be moved without a chain track, but with the help of the magic circle, it could go through places that ordinary carriages could not get through, such as this mountainous area. The unwieldy weight was not the only drawback when combined with its defensive capabilities.
　The Adventurers wanted a flying machine and dismissed the steel carriage as a failure in development, a useless toy, but to Mizfa and the others, even these discarded toys were more valuable than gold. The overwhelming difference in their technical capabilities made Mizfa laugh.
　It wasn't just their technical prowess. Magic power. Physical strength. Imagination. In all of these respects, the Adventurers were many times more powerful than Mizfa and the other Earthmen.
　It was as if someone had decreed that they were the leaders of the world.
　And Mizfa and the others were the protagonists.
　Mizfa chuckled deep in her throat at the ridiculousness of it all.
　I don't know who or what they are, but they have created a very cruel comedy.

Progress is good.
Oh, yeah. No, thanks. --Keep an eye out for it.
　Mizfa ordered the two magic technicians (arcane manservants) sitting in the pilot's seat, which was two steps lower.
　The speed of this steel vehicle was not very fast. Even if it went down a common street, its speed would be at best about thirty percent faster than a modern four-horse carriage. On the other hand, however, the carriage's speed does not decrease even on uneven terrain. In the woods and in ravines, its speed is indeed even slower, but it is faster than marching on foot.
　It may be inferior to the "ten hours from Minami to Ezzo" type of amazing magic machine that the adventurers wanted, but this is extremely useful. It's a good thing that it's better than navigating the unobstructed space of the sky in terms of secrecy. To begin with, even the Adventurers have not perfected their flying machines. For Mizfa, the steel vehicle alone was a treasure enough.
　The mana breeder is said to have been developed by Zeldus. Jared Gunn's Accel Furnace is the large-scale practical application of this technique. The ancient technology of Kunie, passed down in the Saimiya family. I'm sure that the magician's technology is the core of the adventurer's fortune, but he also brought the earth man's fortune. This steel vehicle is no different.
　At Mizfa's command, there are currently ten armored vehicles under his command, four of which are particularly large. Four of them are particularly large. It's not a large number, and Mizfa prefers more standardized equipment, but that's just the way it is.
　'Adventurers are fickle and like new things,' he said. They have no interest in "mass producing something that is already technologically perfect. They are always looking to create new, different, more powerful, better products. That may be an excellent quality in terms of technological development, of course, but it was also infuriating to a military man like Mizfa. In the field environment, standardized equipment, whether for repair or operation, is much more desirable.
　However, Mizfa had no intention of being so extravagant, as he had been given a "no-longer-needed invention". She has enough say in the matter to ask for minimal maintenance, and she knows that when push comes to shove, all sorts of bribes will be accepted.
　The Adventurer is a child and a man of greed.

The Nightshade Servant, a squad of dark spirits sent out for scouting, came across a stream that appears to be the upper reaches of the Feverwellian River.
"Hmm.
　Mizfa gives his perspective to the military map on the wall.
　Various maps, documents, and files were present in the car, which was less shaky. Although Mizfa liked to command in the field and let his curved sword (saber) suck blood, he knew full well that now that he was also a senior general, these were also his weapons.
'Attention, cormorants! Send out the Sargent of the Dark Spirit. Half.
　The communication was immediately relayed to the armored vehicles following them via command crystal.
　In the following vehicles, inside the cramped, lidless coffin-like bunk, fifty of the Daichijin, wearing black masks, fell into a false sleep. Connected by sockets on their bunks, the Squire's Jewel glistened suspiciously.
　This bead summons a servant of the Dark Spirit, a projection of the sorcerer's consciousness.
　In a way, it is equivalent to giving the earthlings another body. They get the body of a monster that can move freely while lying on the bed of this vehicle. The Squire of the Dark Spirit itself appears at a level equal to the level of the sorcerer who summoned it, but even so, it never breaks the limit of forty-five.
　To an adventurer, it would be a trivial magical item (magic item) that would be ridiculous to call a warrior's strength. In fact, the adventurers who offered these items to me were as comfortable giving them to me as they were giving me joke items.
　But in Mizfa's opinion, it was a different story.
　These items would give the earthlings their first temporary immortality.
　Even if the Dark Spirit's Squire fell, the Daichijin, lying on his bed, would not be harmed. And the experience gained in battle would be passed on to the sorcerer, the Daichijin.
　It was a joking joke of a magic item, and one that I couldn't help but laugh at.
"When you've had enough, start administering the Exp Pot.
　To maximize that benefit, they are dosed with water pills that multiply the efficiency of experience acquisition. It's inefficient if it's administered orally. If it's a direct injection, the burden will be greater, but the effect will also be noticeably greater.
"Kazuhiko-dono has requested that this be stopped?
I don't care. --You're a hypocrite. Those over there are the Adventurers and those over here are the Earthmen. What do you know about war? You're the ones who won't die. That's where you put your life on the line, isn't it?
　Mizfa sneered. A dark smile.
　It wasn't Mizfa's life to scatter. It was the weapon needed to reap more flowers.

'That's not the point,'
　Crossing her legs, Mizfa traced the map with her blood-colored toes.
'The River Feverwell, you know. This area is--
　As I read through the detailed appendixes, I licked my lips and squinted my eyes. The black three-toothed mark is the habitat of the Steel-Tailed Dragon.
　It's a good level of customization, and also a 'just right amount of oppression' for the neighboring residential areas.
　The strategy in Mizfa's mind is a dizzying array of strategies.
　Each one of them is a blood-scented dream with the red color of red spider lilies.
　No matter how good the Adventurer was, Mizfa had no business going along with him. The Yamato will face a turbulent time, no matter what. The Holy Empire of West Runde is the only entity that still carries the bloodline of the West Runde dynasty to this day.
　The Free Cities Alliance of Eastar is the enemy of the Westlands.
　Of course, Mizfa doesn't believe in such things. As long as it's for a good cause, that's all that matters. It means that we live in a world where soldiers like Mizfa have risen to prominence through military prowess. Among the Westlande aristocracy, which originally tended to speak of "elegance" and "song and dance," the rank of the military is low. They must take the opportunities that are few and far between.
　And Mizfa knew that his order would bloom on blood.
　No, he was drunk on blood. It is no longer clear to Mizfa herself whether she is looking for merit or the scent of blood.

"Advanced forces. Contact with enemy.
　The nervous caller contacts me in a low voice.
　Mizfa, who is waiting for further information without panic, receives confirmation that it is the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl.
　You'll be able to find out if you've got a good idea of what you're looking for.
"Advanced troops, charge!　Send the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl out of the mountains!　Tell them to keep their distance and keep their magical attacks in mind. Even though they will come back from the dead.
　Enemies don't come back that often, do they?
　Mizfa swallowed the other half of his words.
　You've found just the right bait. You could call it power leveling in the language of the adventurers. In Mizfa's opinion, it's a drill. To forge a weapon of steel, the burning blade must be sharpened with blood.

"Send Rondaq ahead of me. Oh, no, no, ask him to escort the advance party.
I'll send word to Lord Rondark. --Clear the channel!
　The order will be given to the Adventurer, who will be riding the Phantom Steed, not in a carriage, but nearby.
"...even a rondark is an adventurer?
　One of the callers turns and looks up at Mizfa's soliloquy.
　The landlady twitched her lips and said, "You don't have to tell them. It's just this way," she said, and cleared her throat with wine. He's a loser who drifted in from Susquino, but that makes him a good fit for the end of the line dirty work. I can even be grateful for that.
　Rats (fonbiki) have a place to sleep. The saying goes, "A rat has a bed to sleep in.

"!
　At that moment, the caller suddenly stood up and pressed hard against the resonator plate at his ear.
　The caller tensed and shook and turned back to Mizfa. At that moment, the steel vehicle did indeed shake lightly. It was a quiet, casual vibration, as if some soft cargo had fallen from the heavens.
'What happened!　Report!
Adventurer. A cat-lover, the Adventurer, appeared in our direction and immediately cut down his bodyguard, the Servant of the Dark Spirit.
　Mizfa stood up on his heels at the shouted report.
　Cutting down an unresisting enemy is one of Mizfa's best tactics.
　But that doesn't mean that he is not good at cutting down those who face him.