Trinitas Mundus - The Story of Saint Knight Ray

December 26th, after 2pm.

Periclitle's defense forces repelled a reckless assault by a mid-haunted tribe unit chased by fire.

The soldiers of the Defense Corps were delighted to have won because they defeated the Middle-Ghost tribe, the main force of the enemy, with their own hands, and their strongest enemy, the Great Ghost tribe, also disappeared into the fiery swirling East End.

Defense chief Randall Ogburn thought the rest of the enemy's sweep remained, but he was also relieved that the victory was certain.

(Only the little ghosts and goblins are within sight of the viewing deck. If it's the same number, this one is overwhelmingly more advantageous. All you have to do is knock them out before they lurk in the woods...)

At this time, Ray, who was beside him, was happy to be safe with Ashley and Stella, who had returned safely.

Ray said, "I'm glad you're okay. I was worried because Stella was the most dangerous," she hugs her gently. Her face stains bright red in the act.

"Master Ray was more worried. I heard you were fighting the enemy until the end."

Ashley also agrees with Stella's words and nods loudly.

"That's right. It would have been pretty sticky when I retreated, too. Didn't you have to go that far?

When Ray tries to make an excuse, "Dear Arklight," he gets a voice from behind. There was Uno, the head of Luke's Beastman unit, on his knees.

"I will report to you. Some of the Great Haunted Troops escaped. That number, approximately one hundred and fifty. We're assembling in the eastern meadows and giving orders to the little ghosts."

Ray had asked the Unos to explore enemy trends. But I'm surprised by the unexpected report.

"Were you escaping in that situation! How... No, not now. Thank you, Uno. Explore enemy trends a little more"

Ray did not wait for Uno's reply and ran under Randall.

Randall listens to Ray's report and the loose look tightens all at once.

"One hundred and fifty big ghosts. Not an unbeatable number... Ray, what do you think we should do?

Ray said, "Deploy immediately. It's troublesome when the enemy can escape, because the morale of our allies is high now," he urged.

Randall seemed to agree, ordering him to be ready to go immediately.

Ray was thinking about how the escaped Great Ghost Clan would move.

(Nearly seventy percent damage, in common sense, so we should withdraw. No, more than eighty percent damage in war? But even if we were to retreat, Kwaedham Tenebre - the land east of the Aquila Mountains - would have to cross the midwinter Aquila in order to return to Sokius, the name they call it. For once, I took Luna, son of the moon for strategic purposes, so that makes sense...)

But it seemed to him that the idea was different.

(But you might be wondering if you can make this much damage and go home to congratulations. Originally, the ghosts are passive about the recapture of the Son of the Moon, and because they were investing in the occupation of Periclitle... then they might be ready to wipe out and challenge the showdown. I hate fighting enemies who have become dead soldiers...)

A dead soldier is an army that is ready to die, and when it hits from the front, it does a lot of damage, because it thinks of defeating the enemy rather than surviving. Well, when a unit with excellent fighting power between the Great Ghost Nation and an individual named Auga becomes a dead soldier, it takes time to annihilate, and the damage is enormous.

That's why Ray was not sure how to proceed, not even to castle in the city.

(Gives the enemy a chance to escape... you can't do this. Exhausting enemies... I'm physically overwhelmed over there, so I can't do this either. Hanging enemies into traps... this is it, but I don't have time to make traps, and I don't know what my enemies will eat into...)

He shared his thoughts with Randall, who is restructuring his troops.

"I think the enemy is going to attack you with the willingness to die. You can't do a castle in this city, and you just have to strike it out. But I'm not overwhelmed, just that this one is somewhat advantageous in terms of war... and I have no idea what to do."

Randall nodded at the words,

"I agree with the idea that it would be a battle in the field too. Surely the enemy will attack you with self-abandonment. But what are the enemies going to fight for? He's a samurai."

Ray flashes to Randall's word.

(What's the enemy's purpose? If you are willing as a samurai, as Mr. Randall said, what do you want to do... reward the enemy with one arrow... defeat the enemy commander. No, targeting me as a "white magician” is the most likely story. If so......)

He nodded small,

"I have a plan."

Randall brightened his expression to the words, "What measure?," he has urged me to explain.

Ray stares Randall in the eye, taking care not to change his expression, and tells him to declare, "I sign up for a one-horse strike at the enemy commander".

Randall shakes his head small with the face that he can't believe it and confirms "what do you mean".

"Perhaps the enemy's purpose is no longer the occupation of the city. Earlier, I felt that what Mr. Randall said about" samurai will ”was the reason for the battle. Then it's easiest to figure out how to defeat me, known as the White Mage. That's what I'm saying."

Randall closed his eyes quietly and shook his neck sideways after saying, "It's certainly a possible story," he said, "But you can't allow it."

Ray said to Randall's unexpected words, "Why?," he raised his doubts.

"I'm in charge, and you won't take it if you sign up other than me."

Randall stared at Ray with a serious look,

"The enemy is a great ghost tribe. It has people's wisdom and moves in that august giant. Naturally, the kind of guy who comes out to strike one would be top notch in the handling of weapons. If you have enough magic left, I'm sure you'll win, but I don't think you have that much magic left right now... depending on who you're dealing with, I'm not sure I can beat you. As far as I can tell, the guy who can tell them for sure is like Hamish Markat."

Randall gently raised his right hand to control him when Ray nearly said "but......"

"First, what are you going to do with the enemy if you win? Even if demons kill, it's too dangerous to capture the Great Ghost Clan. If the enemy stays around here, that's the trouble."

"That's true. It's still awkward not to destroy it."

Randall nodded at it,

"We're not compatible with the Demons. If you fight, you have to fight until one of them dies."

Ray can't honestly agree with the idea. But I didn't even know what to say, I just had to be silent.

"Either way, we have to get out of town before the enemy sets us up. In what form do we deploy..."

Before the beginning of the war, the defense forces of Periclitle were about a thousand and five hundred avant-garde troops, such as swordsmen and magicians, about four hundred archers and about two thousand magicians, about a hundred Saint Knights of the Holy Kingdom of Lukes, two hundred prostitutes by retired adventurers and other citizens, and a total of two thousand and five hundred peasant militiamen of Lukes.

The Saint Knights were almost wiped out in the crossfire, and the avant-garde troops were damaged in the ensuing battle, causing about six hundred casualties, despite the healers' activism. Although there was no damage to the archers, more than half of the magicians had exhausted their magic powers in their response to the trap.

Considering turning civil prostitutes to the defense of each gate, there are only a thousand avant-gardes, four hundred archers and fifty thousand and five hundred magicians. Plus, inside the avant-garde are two hundred Luke's peasant militias, which is very unpardonable in terms of combat power.

The troublesome thing is, this time the enemy has the lead, and if we don't confront the enemy as soon as possible, in the thinly defended Periclitle, we were threatened with breaking into the city.

(The actual number of enemies and allies is much the same, but this one should be considerably inferior in its power. Especially when there are one hundred and fifty orgasms and the Great Ghosts, the limit is just to hold them down in the thousands of avant-garde people. The bow works little for the Orga or the Great Ghost tribe, so the Archers can only be used against the Little Ghost tribe and the Goblin opponent. I'm the most reasonable person here. [M] Better than a single hit, but it doesn't turn out to be dangerous. I guess Mr. Randall won't forgive me......)

Ray made no suggestion that he would become a fool. Because I couldn't talk about specifics at this stage, and I thought Randall was unlikely to allow it.

In the end, he reserved himself only to propose that the current chain of command be maintained for the formation of the troops. The strength of each unit has become quite uneven, but not as highly proficient on the Periclitle side as it can be restructured in the short time to come.

Randall also had no further thoughts than his proposal, and Ray's proposal was communicated to each unit as it stood.

Ray saw slight anxiety about Randall's expression.

(I guess Mr. Randall is anxious that this is all he has... I wonder if he has any hands... I just have to say he has one...)

Ray suggested that Randall hide about fifty Stellas' scout squads in the still smoking East End and use them for agitation from behind when the battle began.

"What do you think of…?

"That does work," Randall nods.

Ray felt afraid to let Stella take command,

"I think there's a problem with Stella as a commander. I think we should leave it to someone else."

"Let Ladis take command. He'll convince everyone."

On Randall's orders came Stella and the Cat Beast Man's scourge, Ladis, a second-degree adventurer.

When Randall said he would turn the commander into Ladis, Ladis shook his head to the side and said no.

"Stella's been dividing up this far. Let him divide up to the end. Besides, this guy must be the Mercenary Corps (Red Arms). Then it's more appropriate than me."

Randall worried about what to do and asked Ray for his opinion.

"Ladis says this, but honestly, I don't know Stella's proper. You or Ashley would shut up and admit it, but this time these guys are going to get liver. Ray, let me hear your opinion."

Ray stares at Stella, then nods small. I saw the color of determination in her eyes. He told Randall that Stella had no problem with the commander.

"If Mr. Ladis trusts you to this point, I think he'll be fine."

And I added, laughing like I remembered something.

"That being said, I'm the same person who's never been in command of a unit."

Randall and Radis laugh at the words, but Ray turned to Stella and said "can I ask you" with a serious look.

She nods "yes" in a firm tone.

Randall who saw it,

"Okay, it's settled. Stella, I need you to command a separate unit. Ladis, you're the deputy captain. Support him."

Stella and Ladis nod.

Ray gives the two of them instructions.

"The timing will be informed by the magic of the fireworks. If not, I'll have Uno and the others do the preaching. Separate teams are only restrained. Don't force it, it's enough to threaten the back of the enemy."

Stella nodded small and went with Ladis to a separate task force.

Ashley awaited Randall's instructions with the young adventurers.

Ashley's expression of speaking to his men, the adventurer, was bright, but his inner heart was stained with rather pessimistic thoughts. She wondered how many of the adventurers under her command could survive.

(Even the oak opponent suffered a significant number of injuries. Well, now it's the Orga and comparable Great Ghost Clan. I wonder if these guys can cross with the whole thing for ten......)

Inside is the back. She speaks to the young adventurers with a bright look.

"The number of enemies is one hundred and fifty for the main auga. There were eight hundred at first. You'll win the fight in a little while! But don't get distracted. All you have to do is follow Lord Randall's orders and mine! We can have a winning drink tonight! Don't get stuck in here. Don't get hurt! Come on, let's get you in the mood!

To her words, "" Ooh! "" A bright voice responds to it.

Some of them were disgusted with her with rigorous training. But I felt we were taking ourselves seriously because she carried her injured companion on death row in battle with the Orcs. The young adventurers had already abandoned their obsession with her.

Reginald Warbeck, guild leader for the Adventurers Guild, showed up as Ray had a meeting with Randall to go.

He shoved his slightly obese body into old leather armor and had a used shorter spear on his right hand.

Randall raised his surprise at the look.

"Hey! I don't think so, but you're not gonna be on the battlefield, are you?

Warbeck had a cool face and said, "Are you gonna do that?," he replies, "As you know, this is still a second-degree adventurer," he laughs.

Randall did not ride that light mouth and complained with a look like he had inherited a bitter bug.

"How many years ago were you on active duty? Besides, you have to take command in the city."

Warbeck turned his expression into something serious,

"If Non commands the entire army, you will be on the front line. I guess I can't be more optimistic about the war than I can keep as many users behind me as you, huh?

He bought himself an all-army command to put Randall, Periclitle's best user, on the front line.

"At any rate, I didn't have time to make plans. Even if Non is in command, there is no big difference. Besides, if we just tell the whole army what Ray's saying, it's gonna be the same for both you and Noah, right?

Warbeck says so and smiles like a prank kid.

Randall loses the word to return, but Ray has joined the story from the side.

"Someone's in command of the evacuation of the residents instead of the guild chief, right?

Warbeck nods loudly at Ray's inquiry.

"Then have the guild leader take command. Me and Mr. Randall have to be on the front line. Then I think it would be better if someone could take over the command with confidence."

Randall muttered to Ray's words, "But... no, you do,"

"Leave command to the guild leader. It's been a long time since I've had a rampage!

Randall turned his shoulders wide and turned his smile to both of them.

Warbeck said, "Leave it to me!," he said, showing his face to the adventurers, leaving to them.

Shortly thereafter, Maggioni Gastaldi, bishop of the Light Divinity, appears. Behind him was the temporary captain of the Holy Knights, Ranjes Fortunato, following.

"Commander Ogburn, Sir Arklight. What is the situation of war?"

Gastaldi is forced to make a smile when he shows anxiety and asks.

Randall thought at this busy time, but he cared about his eyes around him to make an extra look and answered Gastaldi's question.

"Eighty percent of our enemies have perished. All you have to do is sweep the rest of the enemy, but what can I do for you?

Gastaldi occasionally sends his gaze to Ray as he speaks to Randall,

"I was wondering if you could bring sixteen of the Holy Knights under the command of Sir Arklight. The elementary vocation is negligible for battle, but Fortunato says, Sir Arklight asked with such a master of riding combat that our Holy Knight could see at first sight. If only a few of you survived that riot, I'd like you to use Lord Arklight's hands and feet."

Randall sees Gastaldi in a frigid odor, but now he thinks it's time for a little power, and turns his gaze to Ray.

"What do we do? Surely there is something about the way you fight that passes for the Holy Knight. I can be under your command, or I can entrust Lord Fortunato with my command. I'll leave you to your discretion."

Gastaldi came pinching his mouth before Ray answered.

"I'd really like you to report to Sir Arklight here. Fortunato and the others are thrilled that Sir Arklight saved their lives in the battle ahead. Can't you draw their attention?"

Ray was turning his thoughts around about Gastaldi's thoughts as he looked into Fortunato's eyes.

(Why are you pushing the Holy Knight against me on this occasion? To keep me from dying? Or to sell me a favor? Because I stand out, I can also think of good publicity, but don't feel different...)

He could not read Gastaldi's intentions and was perplexed. And then I got eyes to eyes with Fortunato staring quietly at him behind Gastaldi.

(This Fortunato guy, unlike Captain Paredes, seems to be trustworthy. Of course, I don't know humanly, but at least I can trust my arm. Plus, even though it's only seventeen horsemen with me, I can get a heavy cavalry unit. Surely the heavily armed cavalry should have been the natural enemy of the infantry. Then we should be able to confuse our enemies. You should ignore the bishop's thoughts here and ask him to cooperate...)

Ray stands in front of Fortunato as he bows his head to Gastaldi.

"I'm a young man, can you follow my lead?

Fortunato immediately knelt on one knee,

"It is where we want to be able to fight under Sir Arklight. Of course not. Please give any order."

Ray was somewhat playful. For a moment confused by his words, but from Fortunato's serious expression, he did not feel anything like the discomfort he felt from the clergy of the Light Divinity.

Ray decided to believe Fortunato.

Ray turned to Randall and said, "Now we have a wider range of tactics. We'll make modifications to the operation later," he said, smiling two dusts.

Langess Fortunato had realized why Gastaldi cared about Ray.

(The bishop seems to think Sir Arklight is the manifestation of the God of Light (Lucidus). Sure, at this young age, spears, horsemanship, and magic arms are more than me. I've never heard of the magic of arrows of light in a row, and the attacks with that famous horse and the whole human horse, especially the spears, were reminiscent of heroes... my chances have come around too. If Sir Arklight is the manifestation of God, he must soon become the Fifth Staircase - the rank of captain of the battalion - and, no, the rank of general of the Sixth Staircase - the rank of captain of the regiment. If you follow this person…)

So I remembered that Ray hated Paredes.

(This one is brilliant in wisdom. On the other hand, he is also very clean. If I keep thinking about my own birth, you'll understand. Because you still don't seem very fond of bishops...)

He found a sincere conclusion in himself.

(Right! The soul of this man is a samurai! Then I can serve as a samurai, too. Remember how honest I used to be when I wanted to be a saint. Yes, I was burning myself to that ideal...)

He told himself so and came to a meeting with Ray. And his thoughts hit brilliantly.

Ray didn't feel anything like the untruthfulness Gastaldi or Paredes had received from Fortunato.

Fortunato, along with the other Holy Knights, became Ray's direct report.