Ars and Loki ran off in direct opposition to the battalion's progress.
　Seeing the rear of them off, Vizayst let out a sigh as if he was letting out his exhaustion with a thud. The open wounds and such were already unimportant. This time, he had to take advantage of Ars, but it wasn't the worst thing in the end.
　We're still in the beginning stages of the game, and although there are still a lot of problems, we seem to be able to chip away at them little by little.

　I couldn't let the girl called Noir and Major General Morweld die so that it wouldn't be in vain.

''Well, what do we do now? Maybe the old lady could use some healing magic?

　A wrinkled face darkens in shadows and turns to Vizayst.

(Kill!!!)

　Close by, Froese turned his gaze only awkwardly. A dense discomfort rather than a killing spirit.

''Ah!　No........
You've been calling me old lady since you first met me.

　Miltria floated back in a daze and approached him with her wand.
　The disconcerting air that had been ringing in the air disappeared, and Vizaisto realized that he had been teased. They hadn't been close enough to be close to each other to begin with.
　He had only had the opportunity to meet Miltria as the head of research in the army. But in terms of years, it was only about two years, and he stopped soon after. She had heard Sisti complain that she had continued her research afterwards, although it was a retirement, in case you were wondering, but she had heard it as a complaint from Sisti.

'I'm not a healing mage either, you know. There's no point in hoping for anything in that area. It's a band-aid at best.
Yeah, all right.

　With a quick glance at each of them, Miltria begins to walk towards Noir.

You know, I'm going to start with this girl. It's a good thing that I'm not a softie enough to use my magic power on anyone I don't like. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.
That's not good.
I don't care. I won't help you, if you don't want to. What you gonna do?
Okay. That's fine.

　From Viziest's point of view, Morweld would be fine as long as he could stop the bleeding. And even if the Major General is dead, the results on Beric's part will be enough.

　The problem is with Noir. We have to be very cautious here. To begin with, we are not even sure of his relationship to Morwellian. Besides, he is quite young. You could say that he is still a child.
　Vizerist and Beric would have a hard time with that as well.

'This isn't good. We'd better hurry up and join the tendons, that's why the dark strains are so difficult to work with.
So....
'It's not so much the dark system, but the elements have more influence on magic, blood and the body itself. That's why they are less susceptible to outside influences. Healing is more like an external influence.

　Magic power flowed slowly from Miltria's hands along her sides, but the flow was slow and slow going.
　Next, the old woman's brow wrinkled up between her eyebrows.

''It might not even be first aid, you know. It's probably damaged lungs, too. The boy wouldn't have been able to inflict such a fatal wound. From the looks of it, he was still breathing. Well, thanks to that pig, it's all gone to shit.
The battalion will be arriving soon.
You're a very finicky spell-maker despite your size, so help me out a bit!
I don't have a clue about healing...
You can at least guess the magic. They'll deflect it on the other side. There's too much focus on this side of the room for it to work properly.

　Viziest immediately moves to the other side and puts one hand along the other to pour the magic power into her.
　Naturally, a reaction of rejecting different magical forces occurs within her body, which indicates the transfer of magical forces within her body. In other words, the magic power including the dark system concentrated in the treatment area is blocking the healing process, so the method is to approach from the opposite side and disperse the magic power.

　This is a procedure that is often seen in the treatment of urgent patients. Of course, even in the sense of promoting self-healing, there must be a minimum magical power reaction, so it is extremely difficult to spoon feed it.
　However, Miltria had adjusted it. It was said that she was skilled at manipulating magic, and it was the result of her research.

　Even so, even as a non-specialized healing mage, she has her limits. There was no way she could make her organs work normally, and there was no way she could move her bones back to their original position, like rewinding time. That's exactly what we're going to do, under the supervision of an expert, while applying healing magic.

'I can manage the airway. I'm sorry, I haven't gotten around to that pig.
Well, I guess that's the way it is.


　And the battalion's, and that too the healing mages, arrived ahead of Viziest's plan. Selva had already finished reporting on the situation and guided them in according to Froese's instructions.
　There are five healing mages, whose faces look familiar, and like Flosse, Viziest patted his chest.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of your time in the city.
　I couldn't help but take my hat off to Beric, who sent them over in anticipation of these things. The leader of the battalion is also a Beric School Wisdom General - to be precise, it's Froese's successor.

　Brigadier General Teresa Nefizari. A brigadier general who is currently often in charge of commanding large units during the outside world. She is sometimes sent out to fight internal conflicts, and has solid skills as a commander.

　She is a woman in her thirties, and is a legitimate woman. But she doesn't look very feminine, and her personality has a masculine quality to it. Her blonde hair is slicked back to one side and she wears a military hat to hold it in place. His slitted eyes always give him an icy, cold impression.
　He wears a military-issued uniform, a white coat made of anti-magical fibers, with none of the medals given to him just slung over his shoulders.

　The military uniform is left open in the front, as if to say it's too much trouble to button, and the black innerwear worn inside wraps the taut chest in a single piece of cloth.
　He was like Viziest and Froese added together and divided by two.

　Even the security forces were probably in tow. At a quick glance, more than a thousand mages appeared as they deployed around the perimeter.

　Brigadier General Teresa rode alongside them on horseback, accompanied by the healing mages ahead of her.
　Given her personality, if she were to meet up with Ars, she would definitely rush into battle. That being the case, why she had been chosen as the commander was really quite simple.

　Teresa took a kiseru from her inner pocket, stuffed it with leaves and pushed it in with her fingers. She put her index finger over it like a lid, and when she did so, the kiseru itself showed a red line of glow, causing smoke to billow out.

'Hey, get on with the healing. I won't allow you to screw up. Anyone who says they can't do it or something like that is going to have to be prepared to have their ashes laid out in a hole.

　Even his voice was low and intimidating for a woman, and when he took a drag, he dismounted and let his instructions fly.
　And it wasn't Viziest or Miltria who headed first.

'It's been a while. Miss.''

　And it was Froese that she bowed her head. But she just kept her kiseru.

'You still can't stop, can you?
I can't live without it.

　In terms of rigidity, he surpasses Vizayst. She is a battle fanatic who does not care about the inner workings of the military and seeks out the battlefield. In that sense, she is just like Viziest in her youth; if I had to choose a word to describe her, I would say selfish, moody, egotistical, and self-righteous.
　She's on Beric's side simply because she invites you to join the battlefield. Ars's entry into the academy has increased the chances of her being sent into battle, for better or worse. Even in the Alpha's war effort, her presence was large, and she was beginning to divide the war effort between Letty and the war effort with the expansion of her realm in the outside world. That's why Beric appointed Teresa with an element of uncertainty.

　Perhaps the reason she was on our side was due to the fact that Froese was working under Beric.

　Theresa, who was more or less determined by her mood, had been a mentor under Froze for many years and respected him enough to call him "Miss".
　It's no surprise that she's settled in to take Froese's place.

　That's why it was quite conceivable that Teresa would move to the aristocracy depending on how Froese came out, but Froese herself doesn't have a falling out with Beric, and if anything, she supports Beric, so choosing Teresa as the commander this time is likely to accomplish both the appearance and the intentions of the Alpha Army. I can say it's a people's choice.

'Huh, looks like it's a little late for that.

　Teresa didn't move a single eyebrow at the pile of corpses and added a kisser to her mouth, and Theresa staked out a wry smile.
　A cold sweat broke out as Flosses couldn't tell which side she was going to take, Ars or Morweld's, at her statement.
　No, she's a soldier. If that's the case, is it reasonable for Froese to think that she came to reinforce Morweld?

'Teresa, the fact that you're here means

　Miltria and Vizayst walked over, leaving the two of them to the experts. She has arrived here - to be precise, Beric's permission has been granted.
　That the battalion that had been standing by ready to go out at any time had shown up like this.

'Was this even Vizayst's father here?
No need to get ahead of yourself.
All is well, apparently. However, that's not my jurisdiction. I just did what I was told. The timing was wrong, though.
The timing is right. I've never been so ineffective as to let you and Arthu cross paths.
No, no, no, no. I wanted to try it, man-to-man.
That's going to kill your men.
Hahaha, that's a shame. It seems that a lot of my people want to die. It's hard to give them a place to die.

　Fuu and purple smoke are spat out to snatch the tip of Vizayst's nose. That too, with a cunning smile of contempt for the opponent.

'There's no point in diminishing the army.

　Vizaisto's eyes narrowed in frustration. It is inevitable that your men will die. But it must not be in vain. It is the effort and duty of those who are in charge of the unit to give them a meaningful death. At least that's what Vizayst believes in.

　Teresa is the opposite, she doesn't seek meaning in battle, even if it's futile or detrimental to her country. Teresa, aloof and passive, pulls the kiseru away from her mouth as she pulls the string.

'You're too stiff, you can't be awesome. How about a smoke?'
Don't get cocky, little girl.

　Sloppy language. To this day, she has always been a man of few words, even to her superiors. Hence, it is easy to antagonize her, but her accomplishments are not the kind of thing that can be interrupted.

　Viziest knows that the kisser is AWR. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one.

　Immediately after, he turned the kiseru upside down and tapped it with his fingers, dropping the ashes and snapping his fingers.

'Hmph, it looks like His Excellency is pushing himself too hard. 'Hey!　One of you should look after your lord.

　Even now, the wound that stained Vizayst's side red is spitting out blood, and the unabsorbed bandages can be squeezed.

　With that, he turns back briskly, "Retreat!　Let's go back to our home turf! He shouted and mounted.
　He plucked the spit from his military cap and pulled his chin back lightly against Froese.

'Well then, both of you I'll see you next time in a place that smells like dazzling death.

　He begins to walk with a regular clatter of hooves. Despite the fact that a shiny horse walking on the grass is what it is supposed to be, its quiet gait has a sword cup on its back.