Surprisingly few soldiers in Temblum are in constant motion. If an order is vague, such as "advance," then the soldier must move forward until the next order is given, unless he encounters the enemy and engages in battle.

　This is because there is no principle in the degree of interpretation of orders. If they were skilled, they would have their orders given as if they were communicating with each other, but an amateur Tesfir would not be able to think that far ahead.

　Even if you can see everything on the board, the question of whether or not you can give accurate instructions always follows. As a commander, he doesn't know how to operate his troops.
　There is a limit to what a mere few days of tinkering can do. Even so, his thoughts somehow manage to turn, although he's a bit of a goofball.

　You have to keep your eyes glued to the virtual LCD in your hand to think about your next instruction and at the same time keep in mind the number of orders you can give by counting down the seconds.

　Tesfia's base of operations was not on top of a hill, nor was it a place where they could hide. Rather, it was hardly far from where Ars and Loki had come from. The position that might soon become a battlefield was a small clearing that had been created between the trees.

　A flag is stuck at Tesfia's feet as a base of operations. She also wears an arm band, but this is to keep her from leaving the flag that marks the base.
　In other words, the king can't even escape from the base. He must find out how he can't be located, or keep the enemy at bay, annihilate the enemy soldiers, and defeat the king before he is killed. These four points are the role of the king.

　Tesfia was in such a hurry that he was not even alerted to his surroundings. Selva had warned her not to worry about the number of orders her opponent was giving.
　She herself knew that she couldn't start worrying about it. Her opponent was Umm Luyna, who had won at Tenbram many times. It's frustrating, but Isle has a much faster mind than Tesfia.

　So I don't know if I think about it. There's no point in worrying about it.
　Even though I know that, my impatience is growing with the numbers that are increasing one after another. I wondered if it was okay to continue doing nothing, or if it was okay to follow the strategy I was told.

　Both Ars and Selva even said that they rested on Tesfia's shoulders. It would mean that if something unexpected happened, it would be delegated to them to deal with it.
　His confidence in Tesfia's ability to meet such a heavy responsibility was wavering.

　She was about to spin a new order at any moment. Her trembling hands lifted against her will, almost pressing a button on the panel.
　I couldn't even decide if it was a meaningful command. Still, a rushed finger touches the button, needing to do something.

'Infantry [Pawn] 1, go straight to the left and move to engage.

　Followed by. The infantry 《Pawn》2 follows and spreads the left flank at a certain distance. The infantry are already fighting on the right flank, evacuated by Miltria's caustic long-range magic. It's the same for the opponent. The first engagement was between infantry concentrated on the left flank.

　Then Arth brings Orneus into the melee with him.

　But there was no infantry in the battle between the two men, the battle between Ars and Orneus, which unfolded in the center, lasted for several minutes.
　Even in a simple infantry battle, the Tesfia camp was missing three men in just one engagement. Arus interrupted the division and tried to break in to force the other camp to retreat temporarily as well, instead of a messy battle.


　After a time, Tesfia touched the command button as if possessed by something. Tesfia's troops on the map dwindled further in numbers.
　Looking at it, five minutes had passed since Ars had broken in.

...

　All of the soldiers in the Isle camp have been mapped out.
　My heart, which had been beating prematurely just to find out that they weren't beside me because I was alone in the trees and fearful of the enemy soldiers who might attack me at any moment, begins to quiet down. However, the distance between you and your own infantry is not as far away as you expected.

　I find myself looking forward to the 30 seconds when the orders are added. I try to touch the button, even if the number of orders has been reduced to zero.
　My breathing is ragged and I swallow raw as I plead the validity of my orders.

(It's working all right.) It's okay, it's okay. It's going to...)

　The sound of the attack in the direction of Miltria became more intense than before, and he reacted with a jolt, wondering what was going on.
　One was anxious and scared. Even though it was late in the afternoon, Tesfia could see the shadows that avoided the sunlight through the trees in the gloomy darkness.


　Putting her hand on her heart, which bounced one large bouncing heart, Tesfia took a series of deep breaths. It was a lie that she had been so enthusiastic before she started.
　Just giving the order made a nasty sweat run down her back.

　The Tesfia camp was already lacking three soldiers. After a single engagement between the infantry, they were currently at seven to nine. Not to mention the light spots displayed on the map. The damage was too great.

　The only way to settle an engagement between soldiers would be if the jury deemed them unable to fight, or if their armlets were destroyed or taken away. If the soldier is defeated, the soldier can use the bracelet to communicate as a self-report. However, a soldier who is disabled will be treated as disappearing from the map.

　Although care is taken to prevent fatalities only in the current match, accidents are inevitable in anything. Of course, that's why it's called the Aristocrat's Ruling (Tembram), a smaller version of war.

　The aristocrats who cooperated with the Feuvel family had a reasonable amount of resolve, whether it was Froese's humanity or not. Still, they hoped that if possible, they would be unable to fight due to the destruction of the bracelet.

　And Tesfia gasped when she saw the arrows ascending to heaven. The inside of his slowly and unconsciously clenched fist became damp.


　♢ ♢ ♢


　Ars continues to dodge attacks from behind in the nick of time. In this battlefield, it was a one-sided battle situation that could be said to be the exact opposite of Silsila and Miltria.
　He took a big leap from the trunk to a foothold. Orneus' fist crushed after that.

　After that, I became convinced that Ars is still an unobtainable ability. Even though it is a tree, the way it was destroyed is too unnatural. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get a good look at it.
　The power that is not roughly within the scope of a fist had detonated the trunk itself.

　The techniques Orneus uses in melee combat, which are part of the physical arts, seem to follow a different process than magic. Perhaps it could be called a technique.

　In the periphery, several infantrymen that the Favell family has scraped together are peering at us and gradually retreating.
　They seem to have succeeded in successfully breaking up the melee.

　Immediately afterwards, Ars flips dexterously in the air. This is the fifth time my spine has sounded the alarm bell. The form was becoming so disadvantageous that he stayed in this place.

　Orneus' incredible leg strength surpasses Ars with instantaneous straight-line speed. He was targeted when he escaped into the air.

　Orneus, who withdrew his hands at the edge of Ars's reversing vision, took aim with a cool face.

　A moment later - Ars's knife is waved with centrifugal force. A magic sword extends from the tip of the knife, and it has already become a substitute that can be called a great sword.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. There is no difference in battle power so suspended as to be incomparable in accuracy. However, the general timing must have been figured out.
　The blade and the hand knife did not completely touch.

''--Kut!

　The hand grip on the knife is numbed by the power of the hand-to-hand grip, and you can't keep it very long. Suddenly, the knife is flicked out of my hand with great force as if it had become hundreds of times heavier. The chain was pulled and fell to the ground.
　His arm is pulled downward and the regime is nearly upside down. Even so, Ars still looked at the kick in the air, aiming at his face.
　Naturally, the kick, which was not very powerful, was blocked by the arm.

　But it's still better as long as he doesn't touch that arm, just barely kicking the arm to gain distance.

　The means he chose to use as such a process of elimination was painful.

　Even at a distance that is out of reach, Orneus' legs can reach enough. The body is twisted in the air and the kick that has been spun around once is reeled in to an upside down Ars.
　I'm not going to be able to get it right.

　It's not just a matter of time before you are able to get your hands on a new one. The impact through his arm made Ars almost jump into consciousness, and the bones in his arm screamed at the force of the added force.

　As soon as he was swept away, Ars's body was blown away as if he were being pulled.
　He disappears into the trees, praying that it doesn't hit the trunk.

　Immediately Orneus tries to follow........but....

''----!

　He folded his hands in the air and swung down directly behind him.
　What was looming there was the knife that Ars had missed. The knife, whose chains were covered with a wave of magic power, was attacking Orneus from behind.

　The clash of blade and fist would be settled in an instant. There was a clash of magic power against each other, a sound like a collision of metal against metal, and the knife returned to double its trajectory and buried itself in the ground. And soon, the chains are pulled away.

　Orneus, who had missed the opportunity, landed on a tree once and followed the chains.


You kicked me in the balls!

　Around the time he was much slower, Ars grabbed a branch and regrouped in the air, wobbling and landing on the ground.
　It was almost a wonder that his arm wasn't broken after receiving that kick.

　This is because even though it was originally guarded by magical power, it is not something that can be used for defense with magical power alone in the first place. If it forms a shape like Arus, it's still a good idea.

　That's why I covered my arms with magic power. It would have killed some of the power, but the point of concern was resolved.

''You're playing magic power?''
Do you understand, indeed?

　Even if he had gone to the trouble of abandoning the surprise attack, Orneus replied, exposing himself from a distance.

'Repulsive, right?'

　Orneus loosens his cheeks at this answer.
　This is the ability called [Hunter]. The reason for the so-called magician killers is more than the deeds, it's Orneus' ability.

　The thing called magic uses magic power as energy, but its core is driven by magic power in order to trace and manifest the structure.
　In the past, Ars touched Tesfia and Alice with his finger in training through magic manipulation, and the magic power flowed from the contact surface. This was done in order to help them perceive their own magic power through the repulsion of different colored magic power, but the problem is that magic power repels each other.

　Orneus was able to create a repulsion that was just enough to hit the skin to easily blow the opponent away.

　This may be called his innate qualities, but the cost of this is that he has no use for it other than to repel, and he is permanently unable to sublimate his magic power into magic.

　But this repulsion is not only for objects, but also for the magic itself, so he does not accept any attack by magic.
　As expected, he was not able to manipulate magic power well with his legs and ended up with the ability of repulsion, but his true strength lies in his two mastered arms.

I'll leave it to your imagination. But, that's right. I call my power a [Guilty Gift].
That's a nasty one.
'I'll take that as a compliment. By the way, aren't you tired by now?
....

　I give him a quizzical look. It was in the middle of a match and he was supposed to be a loyal vassal of the Isle.

'After all, neither Lord Ars nor I can go all out with this kind of playfulness. I won't disobey my Lord's orders either, and the idea of taking each other's armbands and fighting again is not a good idea.'
Don't be ridiculous. If you want it off, why don't you take it off yourself?
'Well, it would be a shame to kill you for this.
You're disqualified.
You never know what's out there in Tembram.

　The sharp eyes of a bird of prey light up lewdly.
　His hands trembled in small increments. The back of his hand was stringy, bent so strangely that the joints of his fingers crunched.

　An obvious withdrawal. Ars reminds me of one thing, and that's the drug that mages are prone to dipping their hands into.

'A chemical boost, huh?'
..........

　An illegal drug that forces the production of magical power. A side effect of this is that it makes the person aggressive. It is highly addictive and the amount of magic power is increased over a long period of time, but the sudden increase in bulk promotes the person's exuberance.

　However, as far as Orneus is concerned, it seems that his body is adapting to it or the symptoms that appear to be side effects are being suppressed. Of course, there may be something constitutional, but it may be that he's a wreck on the inside that just doesn't appear on the outside.

'Good quality stuff is hard to come by. Besides, it's an opportunity to fight with a strong man. I'll have you come along.

　Ars had been waiting. The moment when the real battle would begin, the moment when the gears they had prepared would connect and everything would begin to work.
　It would come soon enough, and he heard the signal from the communications device.

'I couldn't say so,'

　Ars flashed the knife in a semicircle to the back in a flash. It cut into the tall wood and began a slow tilt.

'Can this one rebound too?'

　The tree fell with a myriad of snapping sounds as it dropped its leaves, crashing into nearby branches and cracking together. It's not difficult if you try to avoid it, but Orneus didn't move slightly, taking it as a challenge, and just thrust both arms up.

　The tree is still unable to touch the ground and is played. But this time, the wood could not withstand the power of the repulsion. Every time a continuous thumping sound like the sound of some kind of ejection was heard, several holes were drilled, and shattered pieces flashed through the air.


　Ars left the devastation behind and sprinted away.

(I knew it........)

　Listen to the sound behind you and speculate. The principle of repulsion is repulsion between magical forces. It is likely that touching magic power other than your own will encourage repulsion. By that logic, repulsion should not be triggered against inorganic objects - objects that do not have magical power.

　But it actually succeeds. It can only be expected, but if there is one thing, it is to instantly transfer magic power and trigger a repulsion inside. In other words, there is no need for a different kind of magic power, and Orneus' magic power itself creates the effect of repulsion.
　In the unlikely event that this is possible, Orneus' body technique is a frighteningly desperate kill. It is not approached from a state of repulsion, but is exerted just before contact. All at once, the repulsive force created between them would rise to its maximum value.

　Even so, the repulsive force increases when magic power collides with each other. If you encourage only your own magic power to repel from within, the repulsive force is relatively small. Of course, if you do that internally, there won't be a single human body in sight.

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them, but it's a bad idea right now. I'm not going to be the only one.

　It's not just a matter of time before you're able to get your hands on a new one.