Trinitas Mundus - The Story of Saint Knight Ray

Tria Calendar 325, December 27 at 8 a.m.

Varma Niska of the Moon Demon Nation is protected by five Great Ghost Operators (Tamers), ten Warriors, and thirty more Auga, and continues southeast at the foot of the Great Mountains Aquila Mountains to the east.

Luna, the son of the moon she acquired with her life in jeopardy, is being carried on board the Great Ghost Warrior. Luna, who initially resisted, had also grown dear at a time when the war had become inevitable and stopped acting like she was spending her time wasting something that could not now be described as cooperative.

However, because I had been riding an unfamiliar car for a long time, my complexion was not excellent and I was lying right down last night without eating satisfactorily.

(That's awkward. Something's wrong with your son. It helps me to be honest with you, because I'm not good at healing magic... it's hard to force you to do any more... plus the morale of the Yesperi's sucks...)

Yesterday, on December 26th, a massive battle took place in Periclitle, the city of adventurers. Around 5,000 demonic sides attacked Periclitle, taking the desperate counter-attacks of the adventurers, devastating damage and defeat.

Though he did not take part in the direct battle, he still left his assigned wing demons in Periclitle after his defeat in the city battle, and learned that the western contingent of Sokius - the name of the Demonic Nation - was nearly wiped out, and that only a few soldiers could withdraw.

Varma had to tell the captain of the Great Ghost tribe, Yesperi Mayuri and his men, the escort of the Son of the Moon, about it. They were shocked by the death in battle of their beloved Great Haunted Troop leader, Olvo Kronvar, and the literal annihilation of their fellow Great Haunted Troop.

Yesperi, anyway, some of the young warriors sent a hateful gaze against Varma, who had bewitched his fellow countrymen.

At the foot of Aquila is a vast forest, with no road-like path. In the first place, the foothills of Aquila are inhabited by many dangerous demons, a dangerous place where only the advanced adventurers of Periclitle enter for the crusade of demons.

And the harsh cold and intermittent snow is making it even harder to travel in this season. Fortunately, the weather has been stable over the past few days and there has been no obstacle to mobility in the woods. But the mountains of Aquila hung thick clouds from among the trees, a situation that was not strange whenever the snowstorm blew.

From the vicinity of Periclitle to the entrance of the intermediate road that leads out to Sochius, a distance of less than 400 km is added if dangerous foothills are avoided as far as possible, even in a straight line.

If only Varma and the others could fly in the sky with the Great Ghost, it would be easy to go more than 30 km around a day, albeit deep in the woods. However, given Luna's physical condition, she needs frequent breaks and travels only about 20 km per day. In fact, yesterday it was also a situation where it was best to go 10 km in about five hours.

Regardless of the great ghost tribes and orgasms with tough bodies, for Luna, who is just a (...) person, a dozen days of escape can be a huge burden. He was also mentally cornered and required careful consideration in order to take him to Luberna, the moon demon city in Sochius in a healthy state.

(At least we need to get your child's cold gear. There was no pioneering village around here close to Periclitle, but there should have been a pioneering village off the street about a hundred and fifty km away. We'll have to raise supplies there. Abominable nonetheless. I can't even keep my reconnaissance busy with two wing demons...)

Although Luna's equipment was a travel outfit, it was not equipped enough to conduct camping in the cold. He was further abducted while traveling west of Periclitle, thus losing spare clothes and fine everyday items that had been loaded on his horse. I was in exactly one condition.

They were trying to go as far as possible through the woods to prevent a pursuit from Periclitle. For this reason, it is quite far from the area inhabited by the people, and in order to provide the necessary supplies, it is necessary to head to the Ars street once west - the main street connecting Periclitle with Ars, king capital of the Kingdom of Kaum in the south - or to aim for a pioneering village near the Kingdom of Kaum.

Currently, only two wings demons, her family members, and five harpies were free to use. Varma himself can lead the wing demons for a small village to replenish supplies, but in the meantime, Luna's escort will be the only ones Yesperi,

Yesperi is a man worthy of credit, but not ad hoc enough to cope with unforeseen circumstances.

(At the very least, if I had another compatriot, I would have talked differently, but I can't leave your son, and I'm anxious to make him act only on the wing demon... Pioneering Village around here would easily wipe him out with the power of the Yesperris. It will leave traces, but I also want to replenish the food...)

With fifteen great ghost tribes and thirty orgasms, plus a flight capable Varma and Wingman, we can ravage even a thousand people city instead of a pioneering village of two or three hundred people. The people around here close to Aquila are stronger than bad soldiers, but they still don't have the fighting power to counter Auga, a third-degree equivalent demon. With more magic available to him and wing demons, Varma thought the only risk of attacking the village was to leave a trail.

Tria Calendar 325, December 28 at 7 a.m.

In the city of Periclitle, about a hundred Mercenaries (Red Arms) were equipped and aligned, along with about a hundred mercenaries, adventurers and a total of two hundred others who wished to act with them.

It was only shortly after the sun had risen, and the mornings had covered the city. The exhaling breath of mercenaries and horses disappears into the whites.

Hamish Markat, commander of the Pursuit Corps and leader of the Markat Mercenary Regiment, crossed a splendid black military horse that suited his giant and ordered everyone to leave.

Leading the way is Squad Four, the Red Arms horse riding squad. Under the command of Captain Elias Nifer, Squad IV was showing an undisturbed march.

The emphasis on speed of movement in this march, with everyone on board and no more dull heavy units, makes it possible to expect a rapid march. Because two hundred soldiers and horses move, we would otherwise need heavy units, but this time we are daring to remove heavy units because of the emphasis on speed of movement and the fact that we are only going down the streets, where supplies are easy to replenish, and at the end of the day we are going to the defensive stronghold of the Kingdom of Kaum, Fort Toa - the fortress that guards the border with the demonic kingdom of Kwaedam Tenebre.

Normally, carriages carrying supplies are always accompanied even if they go down the street, but only this time, because the logistics hub called Periclitle has become a battlefield, there are still a lot of supplies that have lost ground in the city along the street, so I expected that.

This special situation made it possible to march the otherwise impossible of not taking a single carriage of carriages.

December 30th.

That day, in this world's calendar, is the end of the year, on New Year's Eve.

But there was no fine dust in the atmosphere to celebrate the end of the year in the face of the Pursuit Squad.

While the snow glistened, he safely passed through the difficulty of Als Street, Kalsch, and arrived in a small village called Bowden Village.

He had revealed the night in the poor village of Bowden and was celebrating the beginning of the year 3026 of the Tria calendar.

When the Rays had a poor breakfast in the Dim Inn dining room before dawn, New Year's greetings were there too, preparing to leave for the south.

Hamish, the commander, explained the itinerary for the day where everyone was in place.

"We're going into Kaum all at once today! Sixty-five km at a distance, but not a bad road! Elias! There won't be a merchant squad today, but as usual, I asked you to get ahead of me!

Although Ars Street is the main street, the road is quite narrow in the woods. The merchants who heard of the early horses at the end of the battle in Periclitle began to move in unison, which prevented them from increasing their marching speed.

The speed of the march is increasing due to the fact that the 4th Squad, who leads the way on the way, made the way ahead.

Exactly few merchants seem to move on the first day of January, which hits the first day of the New Year, but the fact that the next city, Kilnarek, is the most flourishing city around here, and that the area around Kilnarek is fairly secure, threatened to impede passage with people celebrating the New Year.

Ashley, next to Ray, had a slightly discouraged look against passing Kilnarek.

When Ray points out that

"Yeah, I understand it's an emergency, but that city is famous for its good booze. There will be a collection of specialty sakes from the village of Rasmore..."

Ray shuddered, "Is that such a tasty drink? I don't feel like I'm here," she teases.

"Oh, it's legendary booze. Anything because of that liquor, he said, the archbishop of the Light Divinity's neck was replaced. That's so much booze. Strong alcohol, but aromatic aroma spreads to the mouth, saying it should be spoken for once..."

Ashley realizes she was talking about booze hot herself, and she has one evil grin. Ray looks so cute that Ashley looks different than usual,

"I can't go, but I can stay for a while if I go home. Besides, you can stop by the village of Rasmore."

"Right. You can stop by on your way home. If we get Luna back, we can avert the immediate crisis."

Ashley answered Ray with a serious face, tightening her expression as usual.

In addition to Stella, the two Rays were surrounded by Ryan the Harvard, who was at the same party as Luna, five of Luke's Beastly Slave Unos, and two captive Little Ghost warriors Darvé and Lauri.

The Unos were slaves, but had signed up for both the Adventurer and the Mercenary Guild in the city of Periclitle. Adventurer Alliance guild leader Reginald Warbeck allowed the Unos to register as Level 5 Adventurers as a kind of reward for their work in the Periclittle offensive. Mercenary guilds also decided to register before the offensive battle and certified that they had combat experience, so the Unos, who are slightly above level fifty, have become quaternary mercenaries.

Stella was happy to see Ray and Ashley speaking with pleasure and that they were able to survive a tough battle and travel together again. But on the other hand, I was worried about what to do.

(There are uno's who are more useful than me. Those guys can do better than me on reconnaissance or escort. I wonder what I can do for Master Ray...)

He was depressed to compare himself to Uno, who was trained in the same way and experienced more in action.

In the same way there were those who were losing confidence in themselves.

Ryan had acted with the Marcut Mercenary Corps and was losing confidence. Though I was confident in an attack that harnessed my strength, I was reminded how naive my skill was compared to the fierce men of the Markat Mercenary Corps.

(Red Arms is amazing. You're not old enough for me, but you're like an enemy. I've always been complacent that I have talent. But that was just me not looking around...)

Ryan participated in the training of the Marcut Mercenary Regiment, which will take place in the morning and evening, under the guidance of Zenga Ormiga, captain of the second squad - a squad specializing in long-held weapons such as Halvard and Grave - and the beast man.

But regardless of not being able to keep up with the speed of the third-degree mercenary Zenga - level 68 - he was also lagging behind the second-degree squad's seventh-level - levels 16 to 25 - and losing confidence.

Ryan himself, was born in rural areas and never received formal training. It's been about three years since I came out to Periclitle, and while I'm trendy, I'm still on level twenty-three, but then I've been stretched out.

(I can't even join the Red Arms right now. Well, I'm going to have to fight that great ghost tribe from now on. If you keep looking at it like this, you'll be stuck in front of me...)

He was completely useless in the second half of the Periclitle offensive, the battle in the meadows. Because although he was bought offensive and assigned to an elite unit led by defensive commander Randall Ogburn, he had no good at all and was injured in combat.

In exchange, the young men of the Mercenary Corps of Markat are those who did not pull a single step toward three thousand oak opponents in the battle of Millis Valley, famous for its fierce battles - a battle that was near the village of Millis in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Lax. The burden was losing his confidence.

Stella knew what Ryan was thinking. Because I felt inferior to the Unos in the same way.

(This guy is just like me. I feel like I'm useless... but there's nothing I can do. You can't get stronger right away...)

So there was something flashing in her mind.

(Yes! I can't be strong right away. But there's got to be something I can do to help. Whatever. You can arrange meals, take care of horses, whatever you want. There must be something I can do for that one......)

Stella was suddenly feeling lighter in her heart.

And I give a voice to Ryan, who is equally troubled, cluttered and waving Halvard.

"You're full of clutter. It doesn't change anything."

Ryan mocked himself for the words.

"I know, that's true. You've come to laugh?

Stella shakes her head and tells her what she was thinking. Ryan asked with an incredible look.

"I can't believe you're losing confidence. You're doing better than that Mr. Ashley on the sword arm, aren't you? Besides, it worked well in the previous battle..."

Stella waves her wear again and tells the Unos what she feels has been deprived of her role.

"... but I'll do what I can. That could be something anyone can do. But if you can help that one, anything. And I'll be stronger..."

To a declaration with a strong resolve, Ryan was the thought of scales falling out of his eyes.

(Do what you can... Right. I'll have to do what I can now. And for me, it's a chance now. Mr. Zenga, you rarely have a chance to be mentored by a brilliant man... and yet you've come to inspire me?

But Ryan didn't say anything about it.

Thinking of what I've done, I couldn't put it in my mouth.

I just lowered my head in my heart against Stella walking away and then began to shake Halvard in a heartbreak.