1261 Soil of small groups of countries

The new Soft Demon Wood Bow was infused with magical power.

It's bigger and thicker than the bows once used by a man called Meteor.

Even the part I grabbed was thick, and the viewer would think it was a giant bow.

Even if it is a soft magic tree that becomes soft and supple by pouring magic power, it is difficult to use as a bow if it is so thick.

That's why even in the Glugalia, the land of archers, no bows of this size were ever made.

But I was able to use it.

It is nothing but the effect of the ring that is attached to the finger of my hand.

A magical ring made of scarlet and scarlet gold.

A rare special metal obtained from Benjamin's magic bag, a ring that can even become a labyrinth core by drawing a magic formation on the scarlet gold.

It was attached to my finger, and the power of that spirit was exerted.

The seedling interferes with the Soft Demon Wood's bow to maximize its properties.

Even the fat, big bow was squeezed without jerking, waiting for the arrow to be released now or later.

The demon sword Norn has turned my blood into armor and given me physical aid.

I'm still a child physically, but now that I'm wearing red armor, I can't say that I'm a giant that's bigger than all the adult men around here.

I was wearing the red armor of such a fine figure, and I unleashed the [Meteor] from the characteristic soft tree bow.

Even the [Wall of Atmos], which would normally never collapse with a single shot of a bow, could not prevent that [meteor].

Fifty meters high walls made of hardened bricks are crushed under a single blow.

In addition, the [Atmos Wall] wasn't one of them.

You may have seen us approaching this city and wanted to reinforce it several times in advance, but all the walls behind it were destroyed successfully.

"Now, get in. Don't be a loot or a slaughter, Gerant."

Of course, I know, Master Alphonse.

While riding on the Valkyrie, I let go of the [Meteor] and saw the result and told Gelant that I was by my side.

There was a man who pledged allegiance to me the other day.

This is a man named Guerrant from Surrey.

He says his father once held sway in this country.

However, his father was driven out of the country because he lost in the power struggle, and his child, Gerant, was treated in the same way.

And the father fell ill with the ambition of returning to the country and regaining power.

According to him, he was dressed in cowardly clothes.

Rather, I don't think it's your fault that I was able to save my life.

But Gerant was different.

It is said that he has lived with the heart that he will never forgive those who sinned against his father.

And the time has come.

Some followed their father abroad, but they alone could not clear his mind.

We needed the strength to do that.

I was the one who reached out to them.

It has the power to break down walls with a single blow, and it has the power to fight.

It is the mind, not the money or the power, that can harness that power.

Show loyalty.

If I could do that, I could borrow its power almost cheaply or by paying for my career.

As a result, even if Guerrant sits at the heart of the country, he is not always free to do whatever he likes.

You'll get a heavy scratch.

Still, if you can clear my father's mindlessness, you will act with loyalty to me.

With that in mind, Geranto certainly survived the test of loyalty and returned to Circeland.

It's delicious.

There were more people like Gerant in this small group of nations than I thought.

A mysterious land where there are many countries and where the forces of various countries bump into each other, but they remain for many years without being gathered together in one country.

And in any country, power struggle is a daily occurrence, and those who lose there are constantly looking for opportunities to flee the country and return to the stage.

Of course, it is unlikely that such people will return to their country and regain power again.

But it's not like I don't have any.

Because sometimes it is better for the original country to settle early and stabilize the country as a power struggle at home than to be overrun by other countries and lose the country.

Therefore, there is a tendency for the tide to change at the moment when either force has the advantage.

In short, if Geranto, with the help of humans, fights enemies and returns to the country, the people of the Circene country have the soil to accept it.

When Geranto and the Barca Mercenaries, who had gently broken through the [Wall of Atmos] and entered the interior of the city, suppressed the center, it seemed that all but those who had fought directly with Geranto's father had surprisingly quietly switched to the Geranto camp.

Soon, the Circe nation became a country led by Gerant, and Gerant became a new Barca faction loyal to me.

Okay, let's go next.

After completing my simple task of shooting at [Meteor], I decided to go to another small country.