Akuyaku Reijou ni Nanka Narimasen. Watashi wa『Futsuu』no Koushaku Reijou desu!

I was the youngest to take the position of general by giving numerous martial arts medals at Shamcats. I remember him quite well in my arms, and he was fixing tactics. I didn't suspect I was good. Until that day.

"Whoa, whoa!

"Shit, General!

"Don't break the line! Keep the line! Archers... damn it!

Huge beautiful monster. Lion's body on eagle's head. And with bird wings, it was glowing like a crystal. Its hard body naturally has no sword or arrow through it. I also tried the magic sword. But not in character. I can't help but think the archers fled frightened.

Besides, this demon as well as numerous dragons. And humans and beasts, warriors of discrete strength.

"Here! Both of you! Don't overdo it!

"" Ha ~ i ""

Horrible children who, one after another, render the soldiers incapable of combat by burns or frostbite.

"Wahahahaha!!

"Mr. Geraldine too! Don't overdo it!

A brave and resolute warrior who runs endlessly through the battlefield and defeats his enemies.

"Rosalindo!!

"Fake rinds are boulders. Perfect follow up."

"Rosalind..."

I'm confused, but that woman can't be caught off guard with precise magic and cover either.

But there are even more horrible things in it.

"It's time, Camon! Hey, you guys!

And the shadow of the young man of Lori, and the young man of the beast, and the brethren of the devilish, crawl through the earth.

The cloudy eyes said the brethren were clearly in despair. I can no longer speak human language, I just groan.

"Ya, stop... don't come... uhhhhhhhhhhh!!

"Don't be frightened, fight!

"YAAAAAAAH! I don't want to look like that. No!!

"Run... run! We can't be enemies! There's no way I can beat these monsters!

"Don't mess with the formation! Damn!"

A tragic end presented even under desperate circumstances. My men panicked and no longer received orders. I scold the soldiers who flee, but no one is listening.

At the very least, I wave my sword to free my life-distorting compatriots at all. The moment I tried to attack, it changed from my earlier movements… the dead blocked my mouth. I lost consciousness when I saw my sobbing men being similarly blocked in the mouth and physically silenced...

The next time we woke up, we were being held naked. I am an animal man, so I have no shame or resistance naked. If you beast it, it's not even cold. I just didn't feel comfortable being unarmed.

"I hope I caught him alive, but what are we gonna do?

Apparently their boss is that young man. The dead are leaning against him, too. Still white, cloudy, little eyes... but seemed faintly laughing at his side.

"Hmm?

The young man somehow put on the clothes that the dead had taken from us and said something bumpy. I wasn't sure if I could hear it slightly, like, "To get more out of Rian and not..." or "If it's blood stains..." I mean, they're asking about our treatment, but they don't seem to be obsessed with the work.

"Lord..."

Around where the wolf-eared old man came to grief and cried out, a man of clear beauty spoke.

"Lord, Geraldine, you're crying sadly."

"Huh? I'm sorry... who are you... this smell and magic, Mr. Dungeon Master!??

"Um, it's me. I tried to be human because it would get in the way with that giant. It's been a long time, isn't it weird?

"Wow... it's so beautiful, and perfectly human! Please be a model again later! It's time for dinner because I'm hungry."

The expression of a young man speaking to a beautiful man was innocent and pure as a boy.

The meal began immediately. Seems easy to cook bread and soup. Envy. I've only eaten mobile food the last few days, so I follow. Looks so good.

"Yeah, I guess. Go ahead."

What a young man served us a meal, too. I loosen the rope even more.

"Tell me if it's not enough"

The smile was too innocent.

"Wow, we're enemies. Why feed us? Starving to death would be no problem."

"... isn't it sad and painful to be hungry? It's so hard to twist, 'cause I know it well. I don't want someone to have the same hard feelings. And I don't want to be your enemy."

When the young man told him all that, he went to carry the soup boiled. The soup stew was very good.

By the way, I was attacking and trying to get away with the good thing that some people didn't have rope, but I was getting some enthusiastic kisses from the dead.

"Hey! Why would you do that?!? Huh? Effective and adult as a powerful mental attack!? Where did you learn that!??

In the meantime, I was horrified that that enthusiastic kiss was not a youth instruction.

It seems to be the result of a young man's instruction to 'do not act too rough, but stop moving'. The effect is immense, and it goes without saying that all the prisoners, including me, have grown up.