Trinitas Mundus - The Story of Saint Knight Ray

December 17th.

In Periclitle, light rain had been falling since late last night.

Unlike the high altitude Rickadale, Mitsuru was the only one not mixed, but it was still pretty cold rain. The workers performing the fortification of the city's defensive facilities had been deprived of their strength by the rain and put on numerous breaks.

In the meantime, only Luke's peasant militias were punching into the work without rest. The men of the city were tilting their necks wondering where they had such strength from their slender bodies.

Angus, the head of the peasant militia unit, was smiling and turning it down, although he voiced that the person responsible for the work would allow them to take a break in consideration of their physical condition.

"I'm letting you stay in such a fine inn, and I'm letting you have a good meal. That's not all. You can even give me a drink. If you ask me, isn't it true that Master Arklight hung up on the Commander? If you reward him, you will be punished by the God of Light."

I'm joking and I'm telling you, his eyes are serious and he's nodding as if the soldiers around him were right.

The peasant militias came from poor villages in particular, among Lukes, where the gap between the rich and the poor is sharp. The inn Ray prepared was incredibly splendid for them, and when they were guided, they doubted their eyes.

As for the meal, too, the fish is anyway a precious thing that can only be eaten a few times a year, and this time I doubted my ears when I heard that I could eat it every day. When we heard that more booze would come on, we mistakenly thought we were the Saints, and we were convinced of it. But I was surprised to hear they were all true, and thanked Ray for making such arrangements. Being simple peasants, they decided to consult on how to reward this grace and do what Ray ordered them to do.

Angus, without stopping his hand,

"Besides, you can eat the lunch you can get here on a full stomach, and it's good for that. They're feeding you such good food, but you can't rest with a little rain."

The person responsible smiled and nodded at Angus's words,

"Sure, lunch here is good. Lord Arklight arranged this for me, too. He wants us to do our best to protect the city... right, not if we're tired or anything. Whatever you say, it's to protect our city..."

The conversation is heard around, and the people in the city who were resting also start to lift their hips.

And he smiled and talked to Luke's peasant militias, and proceeded with the work.

Randall Ogburn, the head of defense who heard the story, slaps Ray on the shoulder of the staff officer standing next to him.

"That's the staff hall. I didn't know even Luke's peasant militia would use it. No, I didn't know it was a way to motivate the city's people."

After Ray said small words to the words, "Please don't tease me,"

"It's really a coincidence. I just sympathized with the treatment of the peasant militias, and all they could do was think about strengthening the city's fences."

Randall laughs out loud and slaps him on the shoulder even more, "I'll leave you to say that," he said.

"But just for lunch, I didn't think you'd get this much morale."

to Randall's words. Ray looked troubled,

"It's going to be hard to work in the cold, so I just thought at least a meal would be warm..."

"But that care motivates the soldiers. Few people know that. That's the White Master."

Randall turned his hand around his shoulder and praised him with a bright look. Ray understood what Randall was after for that play-hunged trick.

(Mr. Randall is trying to spread my name. If everyone thinks I'm good as a military teacher, they can figure out a way to fill my hole. I guess I have no choice but to raise my morale, even though the name “White Army Master” is just a hassle...)

To change the subject, Ray started talking about his contemplated trap.

"As I've already told you many times, you have to attack me from the east to use my measures. In the present situation, the main force of the Demon Nation can attack this city with free hands. For once, I'll think of a way to make you want to attack from the east, but if the enemy ignores it..."

Randall blocked Ray's words and said with a serious face, "I have an idea about that".

Ray asked, "What's the idea? I hear,"

"I'm not at the stage of telling you either. Well, you better get ready."

That's what I said and I was clouding my words.

(I wonder what kind of operation it is. Is it pretty dangerous that you can't even tell me, or do you expect reinforcements or something... let me think a little more about this...)

Around that time, the main forces of the Demonic Army, Auga, Oak and Goblins, were led by the Great Ghost General, Olvo Kronvar, lurking in a forest about thirty km east of Pericritle.

That number was roughly five hundred for the ogre, a thousand for the oak, and two thousand for the goblins, and more than three thousand and five hundred for the demons alone, and there were more than one thousand and five hundred warriors of the ghost tribe in this, for a total of more than five thousand large armies.

Orvo keeps his promise to Varma of the Moon Demon Nation and refrains from attacking Pericritle until the first of January, when the recapture of the Son of the Moon is fulfilled or the year breaks.

(Orcs and goblins are still better, but the augs are getting less bait. Maybe it's time to use goblins as bait)

He sat quietly like a pigeon, but in his heart he felt a rush. It was brought to the trees of the woods and sees the warriors of my men sitting asleep, making it easy on this infinitely felt waiting time.

(Nevertheless, how long does Varma intend to keep you waiting? As good as the demons are, the Great Ghosts alone have two hundred precious warriors. Including the Middle-Ghost and the Little Ghost, there are more than a thousand and five hundred compatriots. The cold isn't a problem yet, but the food keeps decreasing... and there's a pile to do. We don't just need to occupy Periclitle (that city), we need to drop the surrounding fortified cities...)

And a glimpse of the middle ghosts solidifying in the distance.

(You're about to have a mid-ghost outburst. Besides, it's close to the limit to contain it......)

He stood up to see his men as he hid his inner rush.

On the evening of December 17th, Varma arrived in the woods near Periclitle.

She immediately tried to give the puppet, Kirstie, instructions to read. But Kirsty and the others didn't respond at all to the readings.

Speaking of readings does not mean that instructions can be given in a clear language, only conceptual instructions can be given, but if anyone nevertheless acted as a puppet, there should have been a clear reaction.

(This distance should be enough. Did he go somewhere? Then you should leave a message for Michelle - the puppet whore...)

She doesn't know that Kirsty and the others have been captured by Lloyd and the Alliance's Intelligence Division and that the magic has been lifted by Ray.

So she sent an order to Michelle, who is in the city, to come outside the city tomorrow morning.

(Puppet magic is difficult to discover, and should not be disarmed by a normal magician. I don't think you can find it... but the fact that you can't hear me must have either killed me or gone far...)

That's what she thought, but the face of a young man abruptly wrapped in white armor came to mind.

(That white magician has something to do with it? No way. I can't do anything...)

While I didn't think it was possible, the suspicions that sprung up never disappeared.

December 18.

The sky of Periclitle was clear blue for the first time in a long time with winter sunshine.

Varma was in the forest south of Periclitle, waiting for a whore named Michelle, who was a puppet.

(In the north woods it may be a bowl with the beasts of your son's escort. But I'm fine here. There are still a lot of people fleeing the city, so it shouldn't be noticeable...)

Michelle was not originally a whore, but the daughter of a small shop in the North End. I was planning to escape with all my family with information that the Demons were going to raid me, but my father only let the young girlfriend escape first.

At first, he acted with the neighborhood's evacuees, but there was a moment when he was alone when he entered a small forest, where he was abducted by a wing demon and made into a puppet, Kutsuku. And he was sent to a whorehouse in the West End.

Around 9 a.m., Michelle, a young woman with a thick cloak with a hood, walks out the south gate of Periclitle.

She is disputed by the citizens fleeing south, and after walking for about an hour on Ars Avenue, she weighs the timing when no one can see her and goes into the eastern woods.

Varma, a moon demon, soon came down before her, even though she didn't give a signal.

"What's going on? Report as far as you can tell."

Michelle bowed her head to Varma's words and then began reporting.

"Kirsty and the others have been caught. I managed to escape, but I think the whorehouse has already been checked and my name is known..."

Michelle tells us that Kirsty and the others' parties have all been tied up, that Alliance Intelligence officials have come to the whorehouse to look into it, and that Ray seems to be the one leading it.

As Varma listens to the report, her expression hardens and her emotions explode when she hears about Ray's involvement.

"That man! That man's in the way! That mage can't just get tired of cutting my power, and, again, get out of my way! ……

One time, Hitoshi became vicious and managed to regain his composure.

"... ok. Apparently, I have to take risks myself. At night, I'll use the Wingman to infiltrate the city. Do you have any idea where it might be appropriate to hide?

Michelle nodded and replied that there was an abandoned liquor store in the West End.

"I'll puppet the owner of that tavern. Show me tonight."

Varma decided to infiltrate Pericritle herself.

(If you get caught with this, you can't even look me in the eye, but if you don't do this, I can't secure your child. How will we get your son out later...... beast man to white magician. Really, it's a pain in the ass...)

Time goes back, on the evening of December 17th.

Luna and the others joined the veteran adventurers seconded by Randall Ogburn in a village on the way.

The leader of the escort's adventurer had his neck tilted at the fact that there were only two sets of parties from Rickadale.

"Mr. Randall told me you were supposed to have all six pairs?

Hazel, Luna's party leader, also tilts his neck.

"At Mr. Randall's direction, I hear you're gonna pull off two pairs at a time?

Later, as Hazel and others checked the facts, they came to the conclusion that the decree was falling back on the Demons because there was only one decree that was supposed to be there, Randall's instructions were bent, etc.

Billy of the order is accompanied by Luna for surveillance and will be seized immediately.

Billy is subjected to harsh interrogation, but denies his relationship with the Demons, saying he only did as he was told.

Neither did the veteran adventurers have the heart of interrogation, nor could they do anything more. I had no choice but to tie Billy up with a rope and escort him to Periclitle.