The time was before noon, when the brightly colored outer world was littered with giant gaps in trees, and from far heights, leaky days were pouring speckles on the surface. Because of this, the sun does not shine and the temperature feels cold. I guess that means the coat took its full share.

But Ars isn't the only one uncomfortable with not even seeing an animal when he says it's too early to cage it out in the winter.

Letty-led troops and I are on a long-term outside mission. If I say so, it also means I know what's going on in the outside world. Whimsical weather, strange plants. The uniquely developed ecosystem has yet to be clarified.

Still, I guess the fierce ones who have immediately felt and felt with their skin also feel an instinctive crisis in this different atmosphere.

Unconsciously tracing past memories, and tightening our minds to the fact that the encounter is close. The experience they evoked was, to be honest, ominous.

It was when the high rates that dominated a certain neighborhood and were territorial killed the low rate demons that lived there without prospect. There are various reasons for it to be for co-eating, or other demons roughing up territory, but it may be difficult to extrapolate it to humans at present.

One thing I can say is, it's no longer in control. A maniac trying to get rid of everything but himself. In that case, raw things descend as ominous tranquillity as ever. It was common to all who felt similar to it.

Ars, who runs the lead, stops moving and signals everyone to stop.

In the distance there are huge rocky mountains, and when you ascend to tall trees you can see deposits that are unnaturally arranged in a bogged manner. It was also like a mountain, but had the discomfort of being placed so that there was no context whatsoever.

Neither has Ars seen many deposits directly, so I can't judge whether they are normal.

If I were to express something like discomfort, could I just say that it was like showing only the heavenly side of the mountain on the surface? I can't tell you anything from here, but I felt that it was only the corner of it that I was seeing, that it would be tighter to be told that it was buried, below the surface.

We stopped the troops from marching because we saw the deposits, but then it came.

My destiny is......

"You had a fight here."

"Looks like it. But..."

"Oh, more from here on out."

Obviously, the smell of blood that thickens, given the time, cannot smell blood odor, but the shadows are panning (softly) as if the color is dull black towards the back.

Just the scenic scenery I've been seeing has changed like the world has changed.

Ars rubs gently when he finds a leaf with blood marks on it. A tall tree, a deeply damaged giant tree, which is being knocked down by some magical use, tells the story of the fierceness of the battle.

But it also seemed like it lacked a clear will.

"It's falling apart. Well, then it wouldn't be weird to even hit a buddy."

Was it quite confusing? There are so many traces everywhere that I don't even know where I unleashed the magic from to which way.

You're a little far away.

Letty was right. The first battle should have been near the deposits.

But......

"Perhaps this must belong to the first line, while retreating a lot, where the remnants became a battle"

You mean you couldn't get away with it?

I just didn't want to think that far, but that's how it works.

If this many people were mobilized and instructed to withdraw, they should be able to make at least a few dozen returns, more than that. It would be easier for you to tell me that you struck out here when that was almost all gone.

Though I said "move on and you'll see," Ars himself hardly expects it.

"Dear Ars, I've recovered a lot better in my eyesight. You can use your eyes immediately."

"Well, please"

It should probably be a demonic territory from here on out. Then Lynne's eyes still treasure. rather than without this it is possible to get around to the rear.

As far as her visual range is concerned, she won't be able to even see the deposits yet.

Soon Lynne shook her head and told her that she could not discover the demon, but the expression had turned pale, as she had seen in various things.

Proceed with caution without pursuing expectations only.

"Al! Is this... worse than I expected?

I guess Letty, flattered in the face, couldn't help but ask about the tragedy in the area.

Just a little bit further. There it was discoloring the luminous green like an isolated world into a distorted black like a sore lid (scab).

Dry blood stains off the green lawn and old wood skin.

"Not good, but the worst just happened as expected"

I'm just saying the trouble didn't betray my expectations, but my hips are heavy every time.

Not a single corpse-like figure.

Only dry blood is scattered and dyed. The investigation team in the second line was willing to go ahead a long time ago, and so on and so on.

"Captain! Over here"

When I looked at those who called me, I was careless in saying Sajcik was proud, but I looked at one point with a face that said it would return the stigma.

I heard Ars has a good nose too, but if he steams back here, it's going to be long, so I won't touch him.

"That's a scar..."

There are four scratches on the skin of the giant tree that look like nail marks.

Definitely by demons, but is this what the crusade goal is... no, this distance. It would be more problematic to have other demons. Information that there are six A-rates, but a full battle is a little further. Then they were wiped out by the demons that chased them this far. I mean, that's more than likely a bad diet.

"Probably a target claw mark...... but then"

It was high enough to look up. It is presumed that the nail marks were not waved for the attack, but simply attached because they got their hands on it.

"In that position, I think he's close to 3 meters long."

Then a line also surfaced, the ghost that Letty had said before she left, the so-called Auga species.

This is not the only way to know, but it can also be very useful for formation and strategy if you have a prior understanding of the form and type of opponent.

Ars thought he'd hang Sajk with words of labor, but he left silently, not liking his face, which made his nose rough and directed at his companion, "Did you see it?"

I felt like I heard a discouragement coming from behind, but it must be my fault.

Praise or after it all comes with a piece. I don't know about Letty's trooper's compensation allocation, but I guess it should be enough to color it.

That's not something I care about right now either.

"Dear Ars!!

"What's wrong, Mr. Lynne?"

At the end of his gaze, he had the face that there could be no Lynne with one eye suppressed. Meditating one eye means to her to limit her sight and come close.

You must have cut 1 km to the deposits already.

"Yes! At the forward point of 200 m, there is a shadow. Probably a magician sent by Balmes."

"Really..."

"That's weird. If you were a magician in the first line, it would be two months. Are you dead?"

"Oh... that's what it looks like to be breathing"

"-!! How did you survive! Besides, it's not a safe place. What does it mean to be near a deposit?"

The crew will also bother with the stunning news.

"Captain, would you like to head to the rescue immediately? If you're still breathing, you might be able to take your life in a subsequent support unit."

"Hey! Be quiet!

Control the offered crew. That's because I saw Ars' contemplative expression.

Silence descends and awaits the captain's decision.

Ars also understands that it is quite unnatural. If I abandoned him here, he might get stuck later, so if I could rescue him, I would never go beyond that.

But there was some anxiety material in Ars that couldn't be dispelled, and I couldn't take another step.

(Because he had intelligence, albeit mutations, in one of Gudma's cases. A simple idea would be a thick line called a trap)

Ars swallows the desire to throw up evil even though it would be easier if the brains were less than animals.

Still, there are demons who instinctively manipulate measures to hunt, all of which are dodgy, to the point of targeting the obvious weak or luring them into the hunting grounds.

But Gudma mutated by incorporating demonic flesh into his body. If we are to classify that as a demon, we must remain vigilant this time.

Gudma, who in the end couldn't resist demonic blood, but given the course of the mutation, that one is close to centralizing information. Then can we also conclude that demons are synonymous with incorporating magic that eats humans as a medium of information?

I scratched the back of my head when I sighed.

"Let's get to a visual position first. Keep in mind that depending on how it goes, you can throw it away."

There was no objection to that decision, and the sound of a decision to be ready to breathe sounded.

The price paid by a one-handed mistake to a strong enemy with more than S-rate potential is too great.

"You shouldn't be able to use the [sensor] from here"

That's what I was told. A member of the crew turning consciousness to his ear, closed his eyes on the side wearing a communication device so that his expression bounced freakishly.

"You do have terrible noise. Is this also the effect of deposits?"

Ars nods.

I guess the wavelength is disturbed by the deposits. Contact with the backwards will be interrupted, but there should be no confusion as we have communicated the possibility beforehand.

"Don't let everyone go too far. Reduce formation while guarding the perimeter until visible distance."

It won't change into a formation centered around Lynne, but it should first come with the utmost vigilance.

While slowing down, he acted to even kill the noise, and gradually the scenery darkened the blood stains. We compared them to earlier bloodstains and determined that time had passed enough to move on.

I could also confirm the demon's body fluids in different colors from the area. It seems to tell the story that the battlefield is in this neighborhood.

Dive into the bush and reach your destination. Lynne seems to be right ahead of us in her story.

Peeping through the gap, there was only one person there... a man sitting perfectly on the ground.

A black surface that I can assure you is a mark of blood around a man. I don't feel so angry that I guess I'm already out of leaning over. Dirty, muddy attached hair is hanging on my face and I can't confirm my expression.

From the Ars, it's just a horizontal shape.

"There's no demonic reaction around, but something's wrong"

Tilt his neck so that not only Ars, but Letty as well, complained of doubts to Lynne, who would report in a whisper.

"There's no response in sight, but the most intense marks on the battlefield lie ahead."

"I knew there was no reason to live and stay here. They're supposed to be eating you sick."

"If you say it's a bad diet, that's certainly strange. From what I've seen, it's hard to imagine that the trauma can't move..."

"I knew it would come off."

If Lynne says she can't detect the reaction, she's been lured, hard to think she's noticed.

Ars gives Letty instructions not to fail to be on perimeter alert to the tree branches and the crew hiding in the shadows.

Letty immediately told all the crew in a gesture.

"As things stand, suspicion is only strong and you can't be sure..."

"Do you want to set me up?"

Crushing time on this occasion is tantamount to the summit of stupidity. It would be an occasion where summary executions are required. One reason is that there is no decent hiding place because of the fighting. Because it's in the demonic territory in the first place.

But even if we knew it was a trap here, we couldn't prove it, and we abandoned it, in case we could be pursued. Excuses are ridiculous, too, to be allotted the time of what stands.

"Huh!!

Shortly after Letty peered through the gap, she opened her eyes.

Surprised. Ars asks right away.

"That guy... I'm pretty sure. It sounds like a duncal."

"When it comes to Duncal, you're the single magician of Balmes"

"I will. I've only seen it a few times. I want you to look at that man's shoulder."

That's what prompts Ars to stare. All Letty's trying to say is that every piece of defeated combat clothing - up and down dark green, but somewhat similar to Alpha's military uniform.

It had three dirty medals on its shoulders.

"That sounds like a medal to be awarded to those who have achieved merit in Balmes. When it comes to the Alpha, it's called the Wilheim Medal. Wearing it means………"

"That's all people mean..."

"Pretty good looking"

I suppose it is, to put it bluntly. I think I saw one end of Letty's impression of Duncal.

Ars decided not to ask and was more likely to be Duncal himself when sorted out.

It is the Vilheim Medal, a chapter awarded primarily to military personnel, and the supreme medal awarded to those who have made remarkable achievements in the defence of the country, the recapture of the territory, etc. Both Ars and Letty have received medals.

You must be a magician.

Maybe it makes sense given the ranking of singles that Duncal has that. Of course, the question remains as to why Balmes, who is not supposed to have achieved merit, is now the purpose of identification. Let me just say that Balmes tends to try to be reciprocal because he feels inferior to other countries.

"Then why don't you check it further?"

It would be better to think quickly of Ars leaving the line, but I wondered if it would be useful for the captain to buy and leave, even as I remembered the faces of the crew.

(You can't just throw away Letty's crew and use it for pawns.)

After all, it's easier to get out on your own.

Ars first plays the magic bullet with his finger and lightly hits it. Magic bullets about the size of pebbles hit Duncal's shoulder positively and directly. But I'm surprised there's no reaction whatsoever, and you're really alive? point the gaze of the question at Lynne.

I took that, and only the snort returned.

"Can't help it...... be vigilant for once"

Yes, tell Letty and Lynne. Ars shows up from the bush. And walked out slowly.

The crew I was watching is a cold sweat. I guess it's burning in the brain that Ars said was likely a trap. In case you get hurt...... even if you know it's ok to just think so, the force cages in your peeping eyes.

Turn one arm back in the jacket, gripping the pattern of the AWR while reducing the distance.

"I'm an Alpha magician. I found you in the middle of a crusade. He was in command in the first Battalion of Balmes. Are you sure about that in Duncal?

…………

Probably not hearing it. There was no response.

But a strange noise sticks as uncomfortable to Ars' tympanic membrane at a distance that is likely to reach if he reaches closer.

It was thought to be a breathing sound. It's just understandable if you breathe like a plunder. But what Ars heard also sounded like a heavy bass that sounded like a wild, fat tube.

I do hear alarm ringing when it's a sound that people can't make.

At the same time as Ars pulls AWR out of his hips...

A man, supposedly Duncal, who was leaning over, spins only his neck gruntly, staring at Ars.

"-! Chip!"

It's an empty orbital cavity, as if it were a corpse. But instead of the eyeballs, the black starch appeared empty and embedded. And from the mouth, the dos black liquid is overflowing with gopogopo. Instead of turning back, he painted the third moon with the momentum of a ripped mouth reaching his ear for fun.

Ars raised his voice and looked back.

"It's a trap! Prepare for battle!"

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