The Kingdom of Violis was sending supply shipments of particular esoteric resources that were necessary for maintaining the communication technology that facilitated remote communication in the Commonwealth Duchy of Vinfrana.

This was the supply shipment that Rui was supposed to be targeting.

When Rui had finished scrolling through the mission bill, he had come to understand the greater picture behind the motives of the mission.

('They're trying to cripple Vinfrana,') Rui concluded.

Although the Kingdom of Violis was the prime target of the commission. Although the supply shipment was from the Kingdom of Violis, the Kingdom did not lose anything regardless of whether the supply shipment made it through or not, though they most certainly would be losing a Martial Squire.

The mission bill clarified the identity of the true client as well, referring to some hotshot from a neighboring nation.

As for why they were trying to accomplish what they were, Rui couldn't care less.

"This doesn't fit all that bad," Rui murmured as he tried on the Martial Art garb that he was obliged to.

"We've bought various different fits for different physicalities," The assistant added. "Furthermore, they're self-adjusting to a certain degree, thus there should be no problem. Of course, if there is a problem, feel free to try another."

"It's fine," Rui finished adjusting, testing it out.

with that, he could focus on finishing the

air, flying high as he headed east, towards the supply route that

only fifteen minutes, however, he needed to keep himself to the

the garb, as that

to the traveling route

he transited past the many small, satellite sovereign nations

might make the

around these states and travel

no Martial Squires though, I don't

him even if he dashed passed their sovereign

get to his

sure that I

particularly suitable location and ambush the convoy when it did reach him. Thankfully, he had gotten pretty detailed information on the convoy's structure and constituents, its speed

seems about right,') Rui reached a particular

road of sorts winded as far as the eye

had reached a point on the route that the convoy in question would run into in about an hour or

to the convoy at the time that he would arrive for he might not get the timing right. He wanted enough time to where he could choose a good spot that

the

"Huff..."

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