The Marquis army had surrounded an isolated enemy platoon.
At this point, there was no longer any chance of victory for the platoon.
However, when Rigel urged them to surrender, the platoon leader Amand—who wore a splendid helmet—shook his head.
"I will never lose! I am Amand, the one who will someday become a Sword Saint!!"
With those words, Amand continued to swing his sword wildly. His movements carried a desperate, almost demonic intensity.
(Dealing with this guy head-on is going to be pretty troublesome…)
Rigel, watching the scene from a distance, clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Amand's swordsmanship was quite impressive. At the very least, he stood head and shoulders above the average soldier.
But even then, there were ways to handle it.
Rigel could step in himself, but in this situation—
"Hey, you lot. Loose your arrows."
"…Huh? Y-yes?"
"Didn't you hear me? I said loose your arrows."
Rigel spoke to the bewildered soldiers in an irritated tone.
