1000 nin no Homunkurusu no Shoujo tachi ni Kakomarete Isekai Kenkoku

"So tomorrow, it finally begins,"

Issi nods "Oh" at Raffitia's worried voice.

She was sitting on the edge (snare), having a conversation with Issi, who grabbed the hot tub.

"Is there a chance of winning?

To that question he twists his neck "hmm".

And I laughed niggly.

"I guess that depends on what you do."

Raffitier smiled "Ugh" after turning her eyes round to Issi's joked-up words.

"I asked a stupid question. I can't help but say that now. More than that..."

She told me to make fun of her opposite.

"All the daughters of Homunculus seem obsessed with Ishi. Of course, me too... What do you think, did you like your daughter?

To that question he says, "Come on, what do you think" when he grabs his mouth in hot water.

Of course, all you can hear is the sound of bubbles saying gobble gobble.

and, at that time, suddenly from across the hot smoke, "Dongalagashaan!!" The noise sounded.

It's like falling off a chair and hitting a bath bucket.

And so I said, "What are you doing!" "No, no, no, because the princess pushes! I hear interactions like,"

"Plumier, Algiers. Why are you hiding from earlier?

Raffitier said as she hid her mouth grin.

Issi didn't notice, but apparently the two of them were in the bathroom from the beginning.

I know that, and Raffiti's been asking questions like that.

For the mature atmosphere, she is a mischievous girl.

When they found him, they gave up hiding, and approached him embarrassed as he hid his body with a towel.

"Master, you know, I showed you the embarrassment. I didn't mean to..."

"Oh, yeah. I didn't take a peek at what kind of conversation you had with Raffiti, half your interest, half your jealousy."

"No, that's... Well, whatever. It's colder than that, isn't it? Come on in."

A good hot tub is even huge when it comes to big baths.

But they stuck together perfectly next to Issi without getting lost.

"Whew, master of the hall. This operation was really, really hard. How dare you delay the enemy's march by a day as we prepare for the defensive battle and restructure our troops?"

Alger says looking at him as a flicker.

"Of course, I know very well that Algiers worked hard for me. And I appreciate it."

Mm-hmm, and the girl nods like she's not even full. But I kept saying, "And besides," seeing as something was still missing.

"Even though it was an odd ploy, it's not like I'm the first one to engage with the enemy body, Master. Isn't this the best thing to say? Is that... is it possible to say that... the personal place of the Hall is a knife?

"Logic is leaping, Algiers"

Plumier smiled and pinched his mouth with a clear voice.

It's strangely powerful for some reason.

"Operation Delay was certainly a brilliant handiwork. But still. Again. I think the man who invented the operation also did his best. I must have managed to think hard with a head that didn't turn while I wanted to sleep all night long. Yeah, so, I was wondering if I could give you a little compliment. - I don't know...?

Saying so, I look up to Issi at the top of my head.

It was, of course, Plumier who devised the delayed operation.

"I know. How lucky I am to have such a brilliant kid like you."

Yes! and the girl nods.

But Plumier opened his mouth again, desperate to see his grin about to spill.

"Luck, is it just? For example, isn't it exciting to be with someone? I can't sleep because I'm wondering what I'm doing now when I sleep one more night..."

"Princess, it's like introducing yourself."

Alger accidentally pinches his mouth.

Raffitier smiled gently as she watched how it was.

"Next fight, we definitely have to win. Otherwise, I can't see this going on."

On her words, Plumier and Algiers nod honestly, putting their heads on Issi's shoulders.

Issi was also tempted by the war he refrained from tomorrow.

And time passes relentlessly.

A day went by, and when the sun was up, the great army came back across the plain.

They usually come back in four days for a distance that takes more than a week. They are uniformly tired.

But the will to fight was extremely high.

Of course most of them are mercenaries, just people hired for money. Therefore, if you know your life is in danger, you escape, and if you don't think it's right for you, you may even disobey orders.

But on the other hand, they weren't mercenaries from other countries.

The years when the Duke's Land came to play the role of the Kingdom Town Guardian as a mercenary state are by no means short. Their families, friends, and homeland are Ragganites and neighboring towns and villages, with very few strangers.

Indeed, taxes on the Duke of Rowville territory are heavy and mostly disappear into military spending.

Life is poor and infrastructure is not in place. It would be difficult to say that security is good.

But it was definitely their home town.

the people, the concept has not yet been discovered.

They were only the property of their lords.

But the most primitive sentiment before patriotism was cultivated -- that is, local love -- the fervor to restore their homeland from the demonic homunculus had transformed them from mere rogues to one-man warriors.