Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

The day after his arrival in the territory of the Duke of Philialeggis, Leticiel entrusted the village chief with a message to Nicole, leaving early in the morning from the village of Nicole. The destination is the home of the Knights.

'But Master Drossel, it is dangerous! To get to that place, you have to go through the neighboring village, which is the heart of the uprising!

When he said he was going to the headquarters of the Knights of Black Steel and the vigilante, the village chief tried to stop him visibly and hastily, but originally Leticiel was also aware of the danger and so on.

Yesterday, Leticiel was asking the village chief about the location of his home base from a group in the warehouse and how to get to his destination.

As you go down the street with a quick leg, you can get into the hustle and smoke on one side around the front.

Going around the entrance without a gatekeeper, it was already another world there.

All the fences that surrounded the village burned and nearly collapsed, and the private houses where the firehands were rising could be seen there. There are many human remains lying in the streets, scattered with weapons, farm tools, and red everywhere.

The sound of metal bumping into each other, the explosion, someone screaming, everywhere you look, all you hear is such a cruel sound, and blurring your nose is the scent of death mixed with a number of odors.

Leticiel knew exactly what that smelled like. The smell of someone's blood, the smell of something burning. That, as in the past, was what existed alongside death.

The air drifting in the village, the signs, the smell, all of it involving the dry wind, roars and makes a sad roar in the cloudy sky.

In the streets of the village where the sand blows, the people and vigilantes were entering brawls.

Screaming, laughing, and shooting and explosions clinging to dissolve in the roar of the people.

The vigilante man, who was trying to stab one of the villagers in the stomach, saw a silver girl walking from the street behind him. Its too white appearance, undyed in red, was heterogeneous on a battlefield with a blooming red hua.

"Hey! What the hell!

A girl won't stop when a man yells like that. Some vigilantes realize who the girl is, and a small bluff spreads to the vigilante.

"You, if you want to disturb me, I won't forgive you!

The first man to find the girl waves up his sword trying to get the girl to slash her without even paying attention to her fellow stops.

But the sword would not be waved down, and the sword slipped off the hand of a broken finger (...) man.

"... Huh?

The earth began to make noises and tremble, as if that one word of a man who could not keep up with his understanding of the situation had been a signal.

Numerous cracks run simultaneously from the foot of a silver girl, which rips the earth apart as if swallowing something earthly when it reaches the foot of the men.

"Wow!?

"Ah, abuuuuu! What the fuck!!

Roughly half of the men were sucked into the crack without being able to react, but the rest were avoided for a moment. But it was further hell to have the men left on earth.

A lofty roar rose from the blanks of the earth, whose mouths were firmly open, and the glowing countless white dragons exposed themselves to the earth. Burning flames envelop it to protect its white appearance, creating a pneumonia around it.

Of course it's not a real dragon. The dragon, shaped by the magic of the light attribute, is merely entangled with the magic of the flame attribute, but was sufficient to amplify the fears of the men.

"Bucket stuff!!?

"Stay, you witch......!!

"Hino! Don't come! Don't come! Don't come!

It was easy to distinguish between villagers and vigilantes. Each vigilante wears protective gear and other gear, and any part of that gear shows an example print.

The fiery dragon of light stripped its fangs only against those with the tattoos. He puts on the feet of those who try to escape, bites off the shoulders of those who try to resist, precisely removes the steeple and renders the vigilante powerless.

How would the pure white dragons, whose flames burned and plugged the wounds, even if they bore the deep hand, and whose red flames evaporated as if they had not done so, and ran endlessly on the battlefield, be seen in their eyes?

(In the meantime, let's keep the lid on so we can't get out)

When all the vigilantes fell out of combat, Leticiel fogged the dragon he was operating.

Leticiel uses witchcraft to gather pieces of wood scattered on the ground, vigilante weapons, etc., and follows them in a lattice to cover the crack hole area.

Even with regard to the vigilante on the ground, he still builds a cabin and throws it in, and Leticiel hurries ahead.

The folks who were fighting the vigilante look around with chiropracy, distracted by the battle that was suddenly ended by the destruction of the vigilante.

I can't believe the sight I witnessed myself, and they let their gaze wander in search of the figure of the one who created that disastrous but divine dragon.

As the blinding light poured out, many could not capture its appearance. But some did see silver hair shining so beautifully that it struck out the yellow of the sand in the earthen smoke that they could stand in.

"... is that...?

After beating down the vigilante and running for a while, I saw a new and large building that was sure to be in the back of the village.

As we approached the building, the shooting sounded continuously, and the smell of nitrous smoke thickened. In front of the building there is a vigilante who sets up a gun across the dirt wall and a figure of the people who are shot by that gun and cannot get close to the building.

(I see... guns are a nasty substitute after all)

This needs to be powerless as soon as possible. Leticiel runs straight through the battlefield when he thinks so and puts defensive and physical enhancement magic on himself.

"... hmm?

A man on the far right of a group of vigilantes turns that direction when he hears strange noises.

And he can't even avoid the big rubble that flew in front of him, and he gets it on his forehead and faints.

When the men turned simultaneously to that dull sound, there was a figure of Leticiel coming straight this way.

"Stop...! That looks like Dear Drossel...!

"Ha!? Why!?"

That's what someone in the vigilante cried out as Leticiel walked on to a group of vigilantes. Apparently, Leticiel...... he knows about Drossel.

The face of the vigilante can't seem to hide its surprise at the appearance of the Duke's Lady, with some raising their guard with their weapons in their hands and others perplexing with the Oro.

"Why is the Duke's Lady here?!?

"What, you've decided that, haven't you?

Leticiel answers the cry of the man who seems to lead the vigilante.

"I've come to stop this chain of tragedies. Take you down."

To that one word, the vigilante became noisy. From the vigilante, the Dukes are supposed to be their employers and allies... so naturally.

"Seeing the villagers push towards this place and you defend only here, it's like this is the big yuan of liquor manufacturing."

Leticiel said, pointing to the giant building in the example, which the vigilante is protecting behind.

"Well, that's what I'm saying! Mostly, you're out of your mind not to expect a deep-window warrant like you to come to the Scarecrow Battlefield alone?!

"What can you do?" Get lost! "

You've been calming down a bit understanding the situation, and the vigilante faces started packing their distance from Leticiel with each weapon.

To such a group of armed men, Leticiel stepped forward from himself instead of pulling. Surely they're right, there's nothing a deep-window maid can do. of the deep window, if you are a courtier......

"Really? Sure, but we can't overshadow the status quo where the insurgency is breaking out."

I'm not the one who loses to one woman. I guess the face of the vigilante thinks that a lot.

Leticiel smiles small. The smile on the rough windy battlefield was somewhere unusual at the same time as it was beautiful.

"I don't have as much work to do as I do to defeat you."

I guess the words made me feel silly, the men shouting with their pimples and blues in their temples.

"My little girl... stay on track! Hey, put the gun down! He's an enemy! I don't care if you shoot me!

Following the leaders' instructions, the men put up guns in each and fired simultaneously at Leticiel.

Leticiel never panicked even as numerous bullets approached the present. Because I know the bullet won't reach me.

The bullet, which flew toward Leticiel, sucked soundlessly into the invisible wall that unfolded around her shortly afterwards.

It's as if the pebble falls to the surface, the walls sucking in the bullets shake loosely as they make small ripples.

The men were also stunned. In the meantime, a small, thunderous thing ran on the wall at the next moment, and the bullets that should have disappeared earlier bounced back at the men as they had been.

"Stay! Arms...... arms!

"Bye!!

Even when it comes to vigilantes, they are mercenaries. Magic... it would look magical to them... but it can't even have a countermeasure against the attacks of Originally there was no sense of solidarity or anything else, and those who abandon their companions and flee also continue.

"Ma, wait! You guys! Running away..."

"Ugh! I don't want to die yet!!

A man like the leader of the vigilante was trying to pull it off, but it doesn't make sense.

A glimpse of the vigilante becoming full-blown, scattered and fleeing, Leticiel crouches down and touches his index finger on the ground.

Magic interfered with the ground from the position she touched, bringing a small sway to the earth. When the men were confused about something, countless spreads jumped out of the ground towards the sky.

"Wow! Ko, now what!?

"Hino! Ku, don't come!!

Shake the earth, and the spreads strike the men in unison, as if they were willing.

Leticiel was not willing to let the vigilante escape the scene. He who tries to resist, he who tries to escape, he who tries to cut off the spread. Swallow them all, and the crawl wraps around the men's bodies to deprive them of their freedom.

In just a few minutes, all the vigilantes on the spot had been deprived of their physical freedom by the spreading.

Leticiel stepped inside the processing plant as he built an impromptu dungeon and surrounded the men.

Inside the building, machines for producing liquor are arranged narrowly, with a dull glow.

There were several other storage rooms, one of which contained large quantities of lead. I would really like to keep it incinerated in order not to increase the number of further victims, but this should be left as evidence.

Machines that were meant to afflict the people, but this machine is well worth using in order for the people to live after everything has subsided. Leticiel shut down all the machines once and locked them in the storage room.

When Leticiel returned to the street again, there was a large crowd there that would have followed him.

"... ah! That one..."

"There's the Duke's Lady! Enemy!?

"Wait! Everybody calm down for now"

Suddenly the appearance of the badly misplaced Duke's Lady who appeared in this scene of unrest shows a uniform picture of surprise and bewilderment on the villagers' faces, whispering as they grasp the situation or talk to those around them.

Some of them were pointing their weapons at the Duke's Lady, but they thought it was the leader and a middle-aged man wanted it.

"The Duke of Drossel, my lady... could you possibly be Nicole's..."

The man turned his eyes to Leticiel and asked with a wrinkle between his muffled brows.

"... you know Nicole? Could it be... what is Nicole's uncle in the next village about you?

I heard from Nicole's village chief that Nicole's uncle Leigh was taken to the neighbouring village when he left the village, but I'm surprised he's no longer the leader of the people.

Seeing our own leader talking to the Duke's Lady made the blurring stronger, but seemed to be starting to calm down a little bit.

"Excuse me, where are the wounded and sick gathered?

When Leticiel asked Leigh that, Leigh glanced at me with obvious surprise.

"Rest assured, I will not harm you. I just want to reduce people's sacrifices. I just want to treat the wounded."

When Leticiel told him so, Leigh silenced. The people also leak hissing and whispering, but if one of the vigilantes has enough power to beat a squad in an instant, it may not be as creative as healing.

"... ok. I'll show you."

For one thing, Leigh, who decided to believe Leticiel, takes her back to their base.

In the stronghold that came with the guidance of the Leigh, it was filled with pain and sorrow.

Men carrying out dead bodies, children crying in leads to women who don't move anymore, those who let blood seep into bandages wrapped around their bodies and eat their teeth away.

This many people have lost their lives in the battle against the vigilante and are suffering from injuries.

If there is one person who can be saved by his own sorcery, he cannot abandon it. Leticiel holds his palms against heaven, breathing deeply and closing his eyes.

From the gap between the fingers of the raised hands, the sun's bright light spills.

With the activation of sorcery, the magic vegetables converge simultaneously towards Leticiel and wind the vortex.

The light produced in Leticiel's palm changed shape as it emitted a platinum glow, which varied elongated like an arrow and fired directly upwards, opening a blue cavity in the sky covered by gray clouds.

The blue sky, with its circularly clear clouds, depicts a strange pattern like geometry, and when it disperses with the sound as light and clear as the sound of a bell, the particles of light come up and down as flickering as snow.

"... beautiful..."

Whose voice was that? The snow of light falling from the bright blue sky was fantastic, everyone breathed like time had stopped and just looked up at the sky.

The indelible snow of light slowly falls and melts into the bodies of those who are hurt and falling. Then a pale light envelops people's bodies, and the painful scars engraved on them disappear as they rewind their time.

"... Phew"

Finishing his major moves, Leticiel breathes in relief. The extensive technique of moving magic vegetables was also severely depleted, and it was only a long time before I felt a little tired that I used it so many times.

Leticiel used the finest healing magic. The number of people falling here is more than a hundred. If I was treating that one person at a time, it would take me a while.

So Leticiel chose to cure these injured people simultaneously. This healing magic can equally heal the bruising wounds of all living beings in the range of effects, provided the range of effects is specified.

"... that? Huh...?

"Ugh, sooo..."

Leticiel strodes through the stronghold, sidelined by the gradually starting villagers looking alternately at their bodies and Leticiel with incredible eyes.

The healing magic I used earlier is only for healing wounds and is only a first aid. Many of them have been seriously injured and need to be treated individually with their own healing magic. Leticiel will go around the base and treat each of the seriously injured.

I lost a part of my body...... of course some people lost too much time to join hands and feet...... I do the sorcery of analgesia and joining healing to people and use the sorcery of suppressing inflammation to people who are feverish.

Leticiel is also the first person to have been treated for gunshot wounds, but he applied the allowance for arrow wounds from a thousand years ago.

Leticiel ended all of the treatment of hundreds of people that would otherwise be interminable and time-consuming in an hour of things.

At the end of all the treatment, Leticiel speaks to the villagers who appear to be in charge of the ambulance to explain the precautions to be taken during the allowance.

Anyway, a thousand years ago, we were scattering these allowances for the injured and sick. The villagers followed that instruction, distracted by the tequila and the unnaturally precise instructions given by the Duke's Lady.

"For one thing, I don't think there will be more deaths."

Watching the villagers regain some calm, Leticiel reports to Leigh.

"Thank you...... Dear Drossel"

"No, until I did something natural. Besides, as long as the vigilante exists, as long as Freed's behind it, things won't be resolved."

As the arrival of the national army is imminent, unnecessary misunderstandings may also result in a crackdown by force. In order not to make any more sacrifices, we need to destroy the Knights as soon as possible and stumble out the Freed of the original culprits. Yes, Leticiel decides, and tries to leave this place to head to the home of the vigilante visible on the hill.

"Thanks for the guide. I'm leaving now."

"Huh... are you going alone!?

Listening to the voice of Leigh, he turns his gaze here to see what the people are. Leticiel smiles with a frivolous smile at the people who ask with their eyes what they are willing to do.

"It is also a sin for me to be in a position to protect you, but not to notice until this happens. vigilante...... moreover, I will make the Duke's house sin atone. So, ladies and gentlemen, just be a little more patient."

When Leticiel finished saying, silence would come at first, but eventually more people would snort with one another, and it spread throughout the base.

A slightly thin cloud is beginning to return to the blue cavity that opened earlier in the sky, but the light of day softly illuminates Leticiel through its thin veil.

There were various emotions in the eyes of the people staring at Leticiel. Various thoughts of the people fall firmly on their shoulders at once.

Take them all, Leticiel smiles quietly. I missed that expectation and trust, and the weight of that responsibility, terribly.

"Well, please do all of us a favor."

Leithiel left the rest to Leigh, and left the people's strongholds behind.

Straight and upbeat, the villagers drop it off with a mixed look of awe and respect along with admiration. The Duke's Lady who saved the people with the power of miracles and protected the people. Nobody doubted her anymore.