Chapter 268: The Strategy Meeting Against the Demon Lord Army, and Introductions of the Attendees (2)

An acquaintance of Helene, and at that time he should have been the guard captain.

The other was Hans, the representative of the cult union.

This one met fifteen years ago too.

The priest of the Urilmex cult who examined when Muriel caught a cold, at Freit’s mansion.

From me it was like yesterday, but from them it was fifteen years ago.

Would they remember?

I thought, but when Falco looked at me he closed his eyes and lowered his head a little.

Apparently he remembered.

I lowered my head a little too.

"Then next this side. First is Lord Hiroyuki Asahi. We had him come from the current Torrestia Kingdom to make use of the experience of killing the Demon Lord."

Unlike the Lübeck side, this side’s introductions seemed one by one.

"I am Hiroyuki Asahi."

A gap was made after Freit’s introduction, so I stood and bowed my head.

Murmurs arose with Freit’s introduction, but when I said my own name it quieted at once.

"Behind are Lord Hiroyuki’s Dules. All are ones involved in this war."

Muriel and the others seemed not to have expected to be introduced themselves, and hurriedly bowed their heads at Freit’s introduction.

At this time the surroundings stirred again.

"Beside Lord Hiroyuki is Lord Melchiorrea, one of the Three Sages of the Inner Sea."

"I am Melchiorrea. Please take care of me."

The woman sitting beside me stood and bowed her head.

Height about the same as Sara.

Age looked about twenty, but according to Freit’s talk quite old, probably.

She wore a somewhat dark red long cloak to the ankles, so what she wore inside could not be known.

Black hair gathered at the top of the head was longer than the waist, and looked a little damaged.

This too, the same as my introduction, no, larger stirring arose.

"Quiet! ...Kohon. Lord Melchiorrea, please introduce the ones behind."

"Yes. These girls are my disciples. This girl is Niagara Lasotep, this girl is Froche."

The woman introduced as Froche standing behind Melchiorrea bowed her head.

Age the middle of the teens.

Large cute blue eyes, small nose and lips arranged in balance, a cute face.

Bright blue hair that stood out on white skin was cut and aligned about not reaching the shoulders, and gave an active impression.

She wore a white loose tunic of length to above the knees, and over that a short brown poncho-like thing.

A rapier belted at the waist.

But what drew the eyes more intensely than those was the huge wings that stood out on the back.

The folded wings went to a place about two heads higher than the woman’s height.

Gejia’s wings when folded became lower than the head, so Froche’s wings were probably quite larger than Gejia’s.

Judging from those wings she was a Badea winged person, maybe.

"Hey! You lower your head too!"

The one Froche cautioned and forcibly lowered the head of was Niagara.

Until just now she had her arms crossed, face raised, and looked down on the people in this place from above.

About the latter half of the twenties, maybe.

Height about the same as me.

Skin a little brownish not to the degree of Sara, black hair flowed to the back.

Thin lips had both ends raised as if mocking, a slender high nose, slanted eyes glaring and golden double pupils received a cold impression.

Over a pure white blouse she wore a deep green jacket, and wore a cylindrical tight waist skirt of deep green to below the knees.

On the head she wore a cylindrical hat of the same deep green pulled low, and at the waist a single whip rounded in a loop was attached.

Combined with the colors, the appearance was like the military uniform of some country.

"Kuh, let go!"

"No! It will bother Lord Melchiorrea!"

"..."

Niagara grabbed the hand of Froche holding her head and declared, but maybe having been convinced by Froche’s words she lowered her head silently as is after that.

Niagara of the insolent attitude being scolded by the younger Froche was strangely funny.

Melchiorrea smiled wryly as is, glanced at Niagara and Froche, faced forward again and bowed her head.

Light laughter arose in the place.

"Now then, next is the Dragon’s Fang mercenary band. The one sitting there is Lord Rosa, the "Heroine" who is the mercenary band leader."

"I am Rosa. Please take care of me."

The woman about the latter half of the thirties sitting beside Melchiorrea stood and bowed her head.

Height not that high, about lower than Sara.

The appearance of wearing well-used hard leather armor and wearing a broadsword at the waist was a veteran warrior, but the well-cared luxurious golden hair and blue eyes, the expression and gestures wearing an elegant smile, the clear voice, even if called a noble young lady no doubt would be felt.

The person image I imagined from the nickname "Heroine" Freit had told and the position of mercenary band leader was far apart.

Only, there was a scar like cut by a blade from the forehead to the left cheek, and that made it known that making a living as a mercenary was true.

"This is Yerk, the vice leader of our band, and Ivo the "Dragon Slayer", behind are the members."

The man called Yerk straightened his posture and bowed his head.

A giant who easily exceeded my height, wore full plate armor, and carried a huge square shield like a scutum on his back.

A slightly larger one-hand sword worn at the waist.

Ivo, with hands clasped behind his head, looked around while smirking.

Unlike Yerk he wore somewhat light half-plate armor, and carried an estoc on his back.

The estoc was a sword dedicated to thrusting without a blade, and a thing that pierced shields and armor and inflicted fatal wounds.

From the nickname "Dragon Slayer" it was probably used to pierce the hard dragon scales.

Opposite the defense-focused Yerk, Ivo focused on mobility and attack power, that place.

When that Ivo met eyes with me, that mouth corner rose even more.

He seemed to remember me.

...For form let us be careful of the back.

"Next is Lord Gito Hufner, the leader of the Hufner mercenary band."

"I am Gito. This one is Hugo the thousand-man commander. Those are the members."

The man introduced as Gito stood.

Age looked about forty, taller than me.

He wore a worn half-plate armor, wore a broadsword at the waist, and a small round shield was leaned against the chair.

The skinhead of a shaved head and the stern face full of scars, the low voice would have pressure, but here where many martial people were it was not that much.

"I am Hugo."

Hugo introduced by Gito wore armor the same as Gito.

But nothing like a weapon was seen.

Hugo said his own name in one word with arms crossed, and stood beside Gito expressionless.

Exactly the air of a mercenary.

Freit moved his eyes from Hugo to introduce the next.

The one who had sat beside Gito was a man of knightly bearing, but somehow a worn feeling.

Among the men standing behind there were ones with bandages wrapped on heads and arms, ones with armor partly broken.

A feeling of having fought until recently.

A face I had seen somewhere...

"Then last..."

Just as Freit tried to introduce the last group, the door opened vigorously.