112 Sounds like the day of the simulation.

And the due date specified by the Grand Duke.

At the designated location, Sir Vatan's private soldiers are ready and aligned, and Mayria and her convoy of escorts are set to see things done in the name of the Grand Duke.

Lotus Mita didn't show up on the spot.

"Huh?"

The best bell of the afternoon has already been ringing, and even more time has passed from there there.

The sky is blue and clear, and the afternoon sun is shining down on the plains.

Sir Vatan's army is considerably larger than 900 with an additional 100 cavalry and 100 archers reinforced from the number of soldiers provided the other day.

At this scale, it is not exactly something Sir Vatan can cover alone.

No matter how you look at it, you can see that several nobles are joining Sir Vatan.

The opinion that there would be no more than a hundred troops with 900, but also no more than a hundred troops with infantry, archers and cavalry included even heavily armed cavalry, was up from everywhere until the due date came, but Sir Vatan kicked those opinions in a nutshell.

"The policy does not state that the number of troops should be the same"

There were not many people around that area who wanted to read the air, because the only thing that was prescribed and nothing, was the place and the date and time, but none of them were on the boulder to point it out until they risked buying the Duke's disapproval.

More time flies.

Sir Vatan, who was already a man on the horse, kept his grip on the reins, without even trying to hide his grump, either repositioning the horse or squeezing the reins.

The soldiers waiting never showed any obvious behavior as much as Sir Vatan, but still seemed restless beating the ground with a stone clash of spears or slamming themselves.

As the soldiers of the Principality of Triden glimpsed the place set as a battlefield for mock warfare, Meyria, who rubbed something a little like a tall platform and sat on a chair there, sees Rhona, the escort who was beside her without the situation being able to swallow.

Lorna wears a chest and armor from the top of her usual monk's uniform this time by referring to it as a Meilian escort, and from her waist is a combat gear with a hanging mace.

That Rhona nods her face, covering her face with both hands for a deep sigh.

"Lorna?"

"Yes, Dear Meilia"

"Do you know what's going on?

"Yeah, somehow"

The look on Lorna's face, taking off the hand that was covering her face and raising her face, is like giving up something completely.

Not surprisingly, Meyria hits the question that came to her mind as it were.

"Didn't you run away, Mr. Lenya?

"Regardless of Lenya, no soldier can escape. You have to stay as a soldier in the National Army to soak up this place."

"So what the hell?

"Somehow, I expected you to do something..."

One more sigh before Lorna speaks out.

"Since Lenya showed me the letter, I've been thinking a lot about it. The location was clearly specified, but the time was."

"Hmm?

"Be reasonable, until the first bell rings tomorrow morning, it's time after the first bell rings in the afternoon whenever you come."

A face with a chilling look somewhere in Meilia becomes a pudgy one somewhere between.

From those who know her, it was very rare in itself for Meyria to have such a look, but Lorna can't afford to indulge in that rare look.

"Furthermore, there is no mention of clear penalties in case of delay. This means that no matter how late you are, I'm sorry, I can't force you to push through with a word of"

"Does that not amount to disrespect for His Majesty the Grand Duke? I hear the location and timing were communicated in a letter from His Majesty the Grand Duke.

One of the soldiers of the escort opens his mouth whether it is instead of Meyria, who has no voice either.

Lorna looked at the soldier with his mouth open, slowly but shaking his neck left and right.

"There was indeed a circular in a letter from His Majesty the Grand Duke… because this mock fight is executed at the request of the noble side and not in the name of His Majesty the Grand Duke"

"I mean, what is it, Lord Rhona?"

To the soldier in a hurry for an answer, Lorna thought about what she had said and decided that she should be honest as she thought rather than fixing the words, to which she replied.

"Worst case scenario, I stopped at the earthen pit, and it could be said,"

"Because it's not explicit about the penalty if you stop?

To Meyria's inquiry, Lorna nods with a sinister face.

This is unthinkable for knights and soldiers.

They basically belong to the country and take it for granted to follow the Grand Duke and nobles.

But Lianya is an adventurer and does not belong to the country.

Naturally I'm not a soldier, and I'm not a knight.

Assuming they branded me "incompetent leader" here, I can't stand Lianya anywhere.

"Is Mr. Lenya not going to come?

"No, I don't think so."

Lorna immediately and unequivocally denied Meyria's words.

To that outright denial, I wonder why I can say all that much more, Meliá.

"Lenya said it was a promise, so we had a mock fight."

Lorna reinforced her tone that we need to tell her properly here.

"Whatever reasoning you pinch, I think you'll keep it there more than you brought up the word promise"

Even if you try to stretch the story for various reasons and relax, it would be Mayria who would be most annoying if you ran away altogether.

Lorna thinks Lianya should also be aware of it.

I also expect that only that line will protect me.

In case you won't even protect me there.

Lorna gently grips the mace pattern hanging on her hips.

"Strike even the enemy..."

"Huh? Did you say something?

"No, this is the story."

While Lorna was solidifying herself into some tragic determination, even more time passed, and when the sun tilted and the sun began to fade slightly, the Lotus Mita line finally appeared on the spot.

With such an unmotivated look, Theon follows behind the Lotus Yadashi, who walks like he's somehow sorry.

Lianya is the usual blackout, and the soldiers are equipped by the National Army.

Only Scion wore National Army gear when he trained, but now he put it back into the gear he normally uses.

They take plenty of time from the moment they show up until they are in place, slowly aligning themselves as they stir up their surroundings.

By that time Sir Vatan's bag of patience had been torn until only a few, and the soldiers who followed it had been killed in a scattered state of waiting.

Meyria keeps sitting with a look like she gave up somewhere in her assigned seat, and Lorna is revisiting her thoughts on Lord Vatan during this waiting time.

If you were any other less patient nobleman, you would have mentioned long ago that you were unbeaten on the grounds that Lianya would not come, or something like that.

There's no point in using the Moot as a shield to say how Lotus Ya is incompetent.

But Sir Vatan did not try to hide his displeasure in his face, in his actions, but even made him wait until Lianya arrived.

And when Sir Vatan saw the face of Lotus Ya, and pulled out every long sword that was lowered to his hips, he followed the long sword that had been sheathed out in the direction of Lotus Ya, and slammed the sheath to the ground, and cried out.

"It's too late! I wouldn't have let noble me wait so long, but it would have been unreachable!

Lianya, told, shrugged her shoulders and passed silence after trying to point to the sheath slammed to the ground and say something, thinking for a while.

Later, when Lorna asked Lianya, she tried to say something at that time, it was explained that the swordsman of the world where Lornanya was, after the promised time in his presence, did not show up, and as soon as the other person appeared, he pulled out his knife and threw away his sheath, and lost his life after losing the quote provoked him about it.

I tried to imitate that, but I said I stopped because I couldn't remember the key reason why if I threw away my sheath in the first place, it would be a loss.

Besides, this will finally bring the two armies together.

Apparently she managed to regain her mind. Meilia took the seat she had been sitting in until then, raising one hand and raising her voice.

"We've got both armies, so we'll start the mock fight now!

"The sin of fooling us so far, I will make you pay on this occasion! Let me use you as the rust of this sword!

"No, it's a mock fight, you can't rust it, can you?

Lord Vatan's exalted proclamation, Lotus Ya calmly penetrates.

The positions of the two armies were apart there, but there was no one but them to open their mouths, and the voice of Lotus Ya, who was not so tense, was heard unwillingly.

Sir Vatan's face is visibly reddish, and Lianya worries unnecessarily that he will fall before he fights when he is so excited.

"I don't know what a horse bone it is. Show him our power! Victory!"

"" "" Victory!

In answer to Sir Vatan's words, soldiers on the aristocratic side rush up their weapons to the sky to summon.

Keith, who was beside him, gently slapped his ear in Lianya's ear, looking at the scene.

"Oh, and we won't do it either?

"Who's going to take the headphones?

"That's up to the Teacher."

"... you're not good at that. Um"

"This kind of thing is about the economy, because momentum is the key."

Pushed out by Keith pushing his back with a laugh, Lianya pulls out her knife and turns back towards Keith and the others as she leaves one step ahead.

"I ask you, the Principality of Triden, soldiers of the National Army"

Lotus Yaya with a serious face and a raised voice.

The voice was pinned down and he often went to the battlefield.

"What are you guys for?

"It is about keeping the country and the people from being enemies. Lord Instructor!"

To Keith, who replied as if to represent the soldiers, he ran a glimpse and then Lianya continued.

"Then what the hell are you doing standing in front of us right now when it comes to mock warfare?

Over his shoulder, the soldiers answered Lianya, pointing to Sir Vatan and his men with their thumbs.

"" "" "Enemy, is. The Teacher!" ""

"What about dealing with the enemy?

"" "." "Only it can be truncated!

"Then show it here and now."

Turning his back on the soldiers, turning to Sir Vatan and the others, Lianya shouts.

"Coming!

"Start the fight!!

The anger of the soldiers on Lian Yan's side echoes so that they can be covered in Meilia's proclamation.

Soldiers who have even built up their hips and feet in the soldier field, which has made the scaffolding very poor, or in the woods where the scaffolding was originally poor, begin to storm without any difference in numbers, etc.

Sir Vatan's instructions were delayed as to whether he was pushed by that temper and momentum.

The soldiers on Lianya's side are already approaching the private soldiers when Lord Vatan, who hurriedly called out to Sir Vatan, who had drawn his face and did not move like a frozen one, and then returned to me, finally tried to give an order to storm the heavily armed cavalry.

A cavalry is certainly a powerful being compared to an infantry, but its power lies primarily in its mobility.

Especially the assault in the opening of the battle.

This is the liver of its power, I could say.

However, if the distance is packed from the delay in instruction, it becomes impossible to carry out the assault itself.

That is tantamount to being disabled for the majority of the cavalry's combat abilities.

"Heavy cavalry is a defensive formation! Infantry, turn to auxiliary! Take a detour, cavalry!

Having instantly realized that there was no longer any point in letting him storm, Sir Vatan immediately switches operations.

We decided to use the heavy-duty cavalry as a shield for defense, which was supposed to storm and disrupt the opponent's formation with its weight and power.

A heavy-duty cavalry that aligns side-by-side and intercepts soldiers on Lian Yan's side as they storm.

With its thick armor, he kills the momentum of the assault and tries to flank it with a cavalry that let him detour.

Furthermore Sir Vatan lowers the archers in the rear.

Because if there is a mix-up, the bow is of little use.

"Archers throw away their bows and pull out their swords!

If it's useless, you should give up from the start and operate as an infantry.

The weapon in his possession is a small sword, and although he is an archer with only thin armor compared to an infantry, he is originally a private army with an overwhelming advantage over Lian Mita in number.

A slight reduction in force would not be an issue, Lord Vatan decided.

Lotus Mita against it, Lotus Mita possesses the usual sword, but the soldiers do not have a long sword, which is the equipment of a National Army soldier.

The other day, it was Lotus Ya who passed Sir Vatan's formation, but the formation was well looked at and remembered.

The heavily armed cavalry I saw at that time was a troublesome opponent even from Lianya.

If you thought it was troublesome, then it is only natural that we need to put in place measures about it.

After much thought, Lianya decided to turn the weapon used by the soldiers from a long sword into a metal stick.

You can't aggressively kill an opponent because it's a mock fight.

Furthermore, in that heavy-duty cavalry opponent, it is unlikely to be useful for ordinary long swords and other things.

Then I came to the conclusion that I should stop using it.

Instead, the metal bars supplied by Lianya are almost as long as the long swords they used, finely patterned so that they can be properly gripped, and also rubbed so that they can receive their opponents' swords.

It seemed like a good thing to pay around the mace if it was a blunt instrument, but no matter how expensive Lianya's blacksmith arm was, it wasn't possible to create a mace for a hundred people in less than three days.

Besides, it's easy to make this stick because it's really just a metal stick.

It doesn't take that long because the craftsmanship is also enough to make a razor and wrap the leather string around the grip.

of a handful of thickness. It is built for strength only.

It looks very boneless, but its power, to say the least.

"Yikes!

Hit by a heavily armed cavalry that Zion is turning into a shield with a voice of temper.

The blow, struck with all the force of his body, was impossible to get to the rider, but captures the chin of the horse on which the rider is riding.

That blow, undoubtedly more powerful than it had been before the training, turned heaven by jumping upwards the head of the horse protected by armor, followed by a shovel that broke at right angles in the direction in which the horse's head was beaten.

A horse whose head and brain were shaken by a double strike collapses to the spot while blowing bubbles, though life and death are unknown.

Naturally, the rider on that back would otherwise jump off to avoid getting caught up in it if the horse fell, but the weight of the armor wrapped around him does not make it that easy to get on and off.

If you drop the lance you had in your hand, let go of the reins and try to get off the back of the horse in time, and get your foot pinched by the body of the horse that falls as-is, you can't move anymore.

The pinched foot was never crushed thanks to armor, but Scion, with a metal stick on his shoulder, stands in front of a rider who manages to pull it out and be able to move, with a full grin.

"Uh...?

"Shh!

The screams of the poor victim mix in the sound of metal being punched into the metal and shaken.

Theon continued to punch his armor with all his strength, soaking up sweat on his forehead around the complete breakdown of the victim's screams, and exhaling whoops.

"Dear Theon, don't you take a moment too long?

Keith cautions that he was beating down one after another the heavily armed cavalry and the infantry that were also hitting its auxiliaries around it.

Anyway, the opponents were in an overwhelming state of numbers, and saying that they would spend too much time on one was intact, exposing them to the danger of saying that they could be besieged.

Noticed Scion snorts honestly.

"Right, let's get more helpless next time"

"It's that iki. We still have the prey. Yo!

An infantryman on the aristocratic side, struck in the stomach by a soldier's full swing stick, rolls in a sideways state without even screaming.

The stomach of the soldier, which stopped after a dozen revolutions, was dull and dented, and the soldier himself was frightened and spasmodic with his white eyes peeled.

Another blow unleashed by another soldier creeping up snaps the chin of a heavily armed cavalry and spins it in a bac state, then crushes it down to the earth with a becca.

White fragments struck higher than its body must be broken teeth, and Lianya is observing the battlefield with a knife.

Even if my life is saved then my chin is shattered and I wonder if I can return to normal life, even though it is not very much, Lianya thought.

I thought to myself, so if you tell me what to do, there's nothing but watch.

As an accident in training, I guess that's just what happens.

The cavalry, who acted in a detour to poke at the sides of Lianya's troops, soon realized that they had not made it.

Even to poke the side, because Lotus Mita already had everyone stuck in a line of heavily armed cavalry and infantry, moving into a state of confusion.

If the cavalry penetrates that state, even if it could strike Lotus Ya's troops, it could at the same time damage its own infantry and the heavily armed cavalry that is stopping its feet.

A group of horsemen who have stopped moving.

Some of Lianya's troops noticed it there beat the stick with one hand.

Screams that happen on the occasional roll and the sound of metal striking meat and bones.

The riders are beaten to the earth by every horse defeated and are rarely beaten with sticks without even being allowed to stand up.

Those who were lucky enough not to get caught up in the horse falling will also be powerless one after the other with two choices: whether they will be defeated or launched afterwards.

Seeing one, another and the soldiers on the other side who were no longer even screaming, Lianya felt smug.

You may have made a mistake choosing a weapon.