My Power Of Math Fantasies
10.1 The Soldier

A standing soldier alone led the other soldier in front. He was a very loyal soldier of his kingdom. To him the comrades he was currently struggling with were the ones he had to protect.

Especially if it is related to the kingdom that he has devoted. There's no way he's gonna give up the wood scooped up by the laron, fall out, eat it all right. As long as for the sake of his country, for the sake of this kingdom, and for the sake of those who have given him the purpose of living in this world, he is willing to sacrifice even if it is wrong.

Dup.... Dhuars...

The explosion that occurred in front of the soldier, reopened his eyes when he had almost fallen.

He saw the corpse of the rebel with cynical eyes. Anger made her wrath, question after question arose in the anxiety of her heart.

He did not know the cause of this rebellion. They were simply told to be vigilant and guard the underground area. Unexpectedly, the rebels who attacked him immediately. For no apparent reason and without detailed notice from superiors.

"Why..."

The soldier muttered, wanting to question directly to the rebels. However, the rebels had been overwhelmed by the simmering anger and attacked frontally just like that.

The other soldiers tried to defend with the shield in front of him. The base of the sword terrace struck the rebel who was devoured with emotion.

"Who attacked?" said one of the soldiers who was panicking. He looked back looking for mage— warriors who used magic skills with long-range attacks.

The number of rebels who attacked simultaneously made the sturdy walls of the soldiers' defense become saggy. So there are some rebels who managed to get into their attack line.

The soldier who had previously looked back was immediately devoured by the sharpness of the rebel sword eyes. Make between the body and the head of the soldier must be separated.

The spear-wielding warrior in the front line instantly heated up. The rebels who had previously attacked him in vain had to be blown away to lose their lives. The spear attack has a radius of two meters coupled with the strength of the user's muscles that can throw opponents more than three people.

Other soldiers were surprised, then finally the rebels who entered the line of attack— where the armed soldiers— once finished off, did not let them go deeper.

"Retreat!" the rebel leader. He was Ares, the leader who had previously directed the rebel fringe to their main leader, Hoji.

Some of the rebels who had survived the assault line then retreated with almost overwhelmed force. Because their spear and sword attacks are in line and pay attention to each other making no more entry gaps to break through.

The spear-wielding warrior who was leading in the front line, pointed his spear to the side. He ordered his partner to stop attacking.

"Why did you rebel?"

Silence is created for a moment. The rebels slightly regulated his breathing.

"It's not clear, we rebelled because your superiors were acting arbitrarily?"

"I don't understand what you mean? Don't beat around the bush, say it clearly."

"Remove the caste system, we need justice for the fringes."

"Whatchu mean? It is clear in the law of our kingdom that all are obliged to submit to the power which is above it. Suburbs were territories without power, they were slaves and groups of people who broke the rules of the government. It is appropriate that they get bad treatment in order to know the rewards. What else do they need justice for?"

And so did Ares, he also rose in blood. Although his words were true, there was something wrong in them as well.

"I don't agree. You are just the ones who arbitrarily determine which people are guilty. No matter what mistakes they make, small mistakes are always great for people who have low power especially in areas without power."

Ares strongly denied.

The soldier clasped his spear tightly. There are always people who are difficult to manage. 'Small mistakes are always big' is true.

Small actions always have a big impact, as well as mistakes. For these soldiers this is the basis of the law of this kingdom. He's sure about that.

"Certain why? Small mistakes are often the spark of big mistakes. So it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible."

"This is why we rebel. You have absolutely no idea what I'm saying, what we're complaining about. Each act does have its reward, but if the reward is not worth what it receives, it is not justice anymore in name."

"It's weird, not that I told you. Dirty seeds should be removed immediately before contaminating what is around them."

"It is precisely those dirty seeds that must be cleaned in order to become better seedlings" the rebel leader rebutted. Ares was firm with his thoughts.

The soldier denied. Where could it possibly be. The dirty will forever have the dirty marks. The soldier will not be able to take well what the rebel said. There is nothing wrong with this kingdom, for him.

It is a great sin to think that the power of this Kingdom is wrong. They should be removed. The self of a former soldier from his father's descent—who also used to be a famous soldier, made himself not want to think no-no to the Kingdom of Flower kingdom.

He is obsessed with being like his father. From childhood he often gets a story from a father, whose father always prides himself on telling himself as a soldier.

"Deliver your whole life to this kingdom. It is because of this kingdom that our degrees can change and become respected people."

These words always come to mind in the soldier. It had embedded its loyal soul into the Kingdom of Flower kingdom since childhood. Not knowing if it was right or wrong, even the wrong one would be justified.

"Indeed you've been exposed to a virus that makes you dirty. This is worthy of our removal before you make this kingdom corrupt ...

Everybody, GET RID OF THEM!"

The call of the soldier raised the spirit of the other soldiers. Magic shots from the long-range assault line in the back row, thrown at the same time with a large number towards the rebels.

Explosion after explosion occurred in the rebel section, so that the brightly lit explosion did not show the form of the rebels anymore. It was the glare and the flying dust that covered them.

The axe-spaced warrior who led in front then advanced accompanied by the soldier who was behind him.

When the magic explosion stopped. Smoke and dust began to vanish in the suffocating void of air. The rebellious figure began to look vaguely.

Then there was a wall that looked like glass. Inside were rebels who seemed okay. The wall came from the Dayshi skill. A skill that compacts mana, MANA 3D-A CUBE.