Time goes back a bit.

　The injured man taken out of the summoning room was Ryoma.
　He had won a bet.
　Naturally, he had some odds to win.
　A room colored with blood splattered all over the floor and five corpses.
　Ryojin's decision that the humans who had broken through the door would not be able to make a calm decision was correct.
　In fact, the soldiers who rushed in were shaken by the horrible sight of the bloody room.

　Ryoma's greatest fear was that they would be forced to take off their helmets and see his face.
　If they had seen his face, they would have been displeased with him.
　After all, no one would have seen his face.
　And even if you can escape, if your face is known, you will be at a great disadvantage in escaping.
　But it was a godsend that the two men and women who rushed in called each other's names.
　For Rolf had been lessened in his vigilance by that fact that they had called his name and instructed him to take Ryoma to the infirmary.
　Rolf judged the injured man in front of him to be an ally as soon as he called his name. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that was Ryoma's wisdom...


Go.... go... go...

　Ryoma coughed on the gurney and showed it to him.

'Hey!　Come on!　I'm going to show you a doctor right now!

'Oh!　We're almost there!　Listen!　Stay conscious!　You're not gonna pass out, are you?　I'm going to die!

　The soldiers carrying the stretcher encouraged Ryoma with their mouths.
　They genuinely thought the soldier lying on the stretcher was their friend.
　Ryoma, too, is desperate to express his pain.
　He had never wanted to be an actor, but apparently he can do most things when he's desperate.
　Exactly, he would pretend to be an injured man with the acting skills of a Hollywood actor.

'Good!　We're here!

　As he shouted this, one of the soldiers banged on the wooden door.

'Sir!　We have an emergency, open up!

　A few seconds later, the door was opened vigorously inward.
　One young man grabbed the knob of the infirmary door and shouted loudly.

'Dad. There's an emergency!

I can hear you!　Just get it inside!

　But the man didn't want to help treat the injured man, so he just walked out of the infirmary.

''Really, Dad!　I'm gonna go take a break, okay?　I didn't even get to have lunch.

　An angry voice flies across the back of the young doctor as he walks out the door.

'Hey!　You. You should at least help me put the injured man to bed!

　But the young man pretended not to hear and left quickly.

'It's no use at all!　That bastard!

　With a sigh, the middle-aged doctor, called Dad, finished preparing the medicines and bandages and turned to the soldiers.
　He must have had many years of experience as a doctor. Even as he spoke, he was quickly finishing the preparations for the treatment.

'And now?　How's the patient?

'Ha!　We believe the situation is quite dangerous.

'Oh, oh. Bloody, huh?　What's going on?

　As he said that, the doctor approached Ryoma. Unguarded.........
　That moment!

　zash

　Red liquid gushed from the doctor's neck with great force.
　Ryoma's sword, which had stopped performing, attacked the doctor on his neck.
　The blood again dyed Ryoma's armor red.
　Ryoma leapt up from the bed in one fell swoop and attacked a nearby soldier who stood dumbfounded.
　The soldiers, who had thought they were injured until now, were unable to avoid Ryojin's attack.
　The sword slashed the throat of a soldier who didn't understand what had happened as if he didn't understand what was happening.
　As expected, the other one didn't stand still in a daze. He ran towards the infirmary door to escape outside.
　It seems that he chose to bring his friends with him instead of fighting poorly and alone.
　Ryoma quickly unsheathes his waistband and throws it at the soldier's legs.
　Not that he was trying to attack the soldier. It was fine if he could interfere with his escape for a moment by tangling with his leg.

　Dosha.

　Luckily the scabbard hit the back of the soldier's knee and he lost his balance and fell forward to the floor.
　Ryoma immediately ran to him and put his hand between his armor and his helmet. Then he tightens his arm around the soldier's throat from behind.
　The soldier tried desperately to repel Ryoma, who was leaning on him. But as soon as Ryoma's thick right arm tightened his throat like a vise, he stopped moving.
　He understood that resistance was pointless.

''Gi...................''

Sorry. I've got a couple of questions for you.

　A soldier has no choice.

...banda.........

　The soldier's words were quite indistinct due to the tightening of his throat. But not so much that you couldn't get the meaning out of them.
　Ryoma asked the soldier as calmly as possible.
　Ryoma understood that it was more intimidating for him to speak calmly than to raise his voice.

''Nope. I want to get out of this castle, but how do I get out?''

　An extremely natural tone. No different from visiting the streets in the city.
　But that's why the soldier is terrified.
　He tries to resist as best he can.

"Gizama...............

　Then the soldier struggles to clap his hand on his throat.

Oh, my bad, my bad. I'm sorry, I don't like it when you yell at me, but just keep talking.

　Ryoma understood the soldier's words, but on the contrary, he increased the strength of his arms.
　The soldier's aim to call for help the moment his strength was relaxed was broken in an instant. There was no such thing as being careless.

I'm not in a lot of time, by the way. Can you tell me quickly?''

　When he whispered that in his ear, Ryoma put more strength into his right arm.
　The soldier's face turned bright red.

''Gugu.........''

Are you gonna tell me?

　The soldier shook his head frantically at Liang Zhen's question. If he was tightened up like this, he would definitely be choked to death.
　The fear of death broke the soldier's heart.

''Go through the right channel as you are, and if you pass through the Naganiwa, you will come to the ground...''

'You're going to exit, take the right corridor and go through the courtyard?

　When he saw the soldier nod, Ryoma tightened his throat even more with his arms.
　Just enough to break his neck...

.........

　crack

　A dull sound of something shattering echoed from inside Ryoma's arms.
　Desperately trying to push Ryouma's body away, the soldier's last bit of resistance drained from his body.

''Sorry.''

　Ryoma removed the arm he had tightened from his throat and looked at the corpse of the soldier lying below him and muttered to himself.
　It was the only words he could send to the enemy soldier who believed that Ryoma was his friend and was desperately worried about him.

　Ryoma begins to prepare for his escape again.
　He rifled through the pockets of the three men he had killed and took out a bag of gold coins and put them on the waist of his armor. He also dipped the bandages into the boiling water and wiped away the blood that splattered on Ryoma's helmet and armor.
　Because the blood is too eye-catching to remain caked on.
　After wiping away all the blood, Ryoma set fire to the bed, the curtains, the cloths that were stored in the medicine cabinet, and everything else in the infirmary.
　By choosing the easiest things to burn, the fire spread to the entire infirmary in the blink of an eye.
　Ryoma took a deep breath as he left the infirmary with a cloud of black smoke.

''There's a fire... there's a fire...!''

　Ryojin's voice echoed throughout the royal palace.


　Orland had just walked from the courtyard toward the infirmary when he heard it scream.

''What!　A fire?

　The blood drained from Orland's face.
　A fire in the royal palace, for example, would be a big deal.
　If the royal palace, where the royalty lived and was the center of administration, burned down, the Oltmere Empire itself would be severely injured.
　It was only natural that he would change his face and say something else.

''Fire!　There's fire coming out of the infirmary~!

A fire?　Where's the fire?

There's a fire in the infirmary!　Get me some water now!

'No!　Call the court jury!　We're going to have to use our legal skills to extinguish the fire at once!

'Nonsense!　We have to evacuate His Majesty and the royals first!

　Soldiers, maids, stewards, and many others are frantically engaged in the firefighting process.
　Everyone is shouting and looking right and left.
　Those trying to carry valuables. Some are looking for a supervisor to give them instructions. Some run to put out the fire. It is the crucible of confusion.
　And in contrast, the nobles, accompanied by their own troops, had come running out from the infirmary to the courtyard with a desperate look on their faces.

　Orlando stepped into the flowerbed in the courtyard and ran out to the infirmary at once.
　You'll feel guilty about trampling the carefully manicured flowers, but now is not the time to worry about such trivial matters.
　If I turn around, I can put out the fire in a heartbeat.
　But that's why he didn't notice Ryouken, who was surrounded by noble soldiers. I'm sure you'll find that Ryoma, dressed in the armor of his personal guards, was trying to go out with the nobles.


(If we continue to move forward in the midst of these guys, we'll be able to get out of here...)
　It's a nice miscalculation for Ryoma. A smile naturally appeared on his face.
　He had been thinking about lighting a fire and breaking through the gates in the chaos, but he hadn't expected to see a rush of nobles rushing to the gates in a hurry.
　In Ryoma's eyes, he could see the nobles running out of the gate.

''Huh. Well, we've managed for now.......

　By blending in with the flow of the nobles, Ryouma managed to escape the castle without being spotted by the soldiers.
　Liangma stared at the chalk castle that he had just successfully escaped from. As if to stand against its majesty....