"I see. Did Lyle and Dida deploy these formations...... Thanks for the report, Schrey."
Mel laughs at reports from me.
I've been dating for a long time. I got chilly at this point and corrected my posture.
"Perhaps you intend to enter the offensive tomorrow as well.... That's why we, too, get out"
In her words there was the sound of swallowing sawdust and saliva from the faces that were there.
"Specifically, how do you want to move?
"First, we aim for the head"
That's what I said. She was smiling.
The listener, who understands the meaning of her words, but in a tone that is too light, solidifies for a moment to the way she just says there is nothing difficult or anything else.
I know how you feel, and I squealed at them inside.
"… head, is it"
One of the people on the spot asked to confirm it by accident.
To that question, her grin deepens.
Everyone who apparently found out about the horror of that laugh here had corrected their posture without leaking whether they felt the zowali and chill.
What comes to my beautiful face is a luscious grin.
But no one will ever fall in love with its beauty.
Instead, it's like you opened a Pandora's box that you shouldn't open... even such an illusion, as if you've peered into the abyss.
"Yes, the enemy general's head. The opponents are those who have come farther than the land… if their heads disappear, they will be confused as soon as possible. Don't you think it would be easier for Lyle and Dida to attack as long as we create confusion?
"... I see"
Finally, I opened my mouth knowing her better than anyone else on this scene.
"But how exactly?
"Hate, there is a formation on the Duke of Almeria's side on all the roads leading to the harbour. So first, divide this squad into four parts, and get out of that formation quickly on a platoon basis. And before the troops on both sides make a move, storm. Run through the line on the Duke of Almeria's side at full speed, as you will until you arrive here. And after you fall out, gather at me quickly. After that, as follows me. … I'll clear the way."
"Ha!"
We replied with a sharp voice while the samurai trembled.
"You and your team are here, so your team starts here..."
One after another, without hesitation, she gives instructions while pointing to the map.
They nodded at what they spoke pale and succinct.
"... any questions? Without it, the meeting is adjourned."
When Mel makes the decree, each moves according to its word.
"... what about you? Schlee."
"One thing, Mr. Parks has a message for you."
To my words, Mel leaned his neck.
"Captain... you have an original position. That's why he told me to give this to you before the operation starts."
What I offered you was a mask that could cover your eyes.
It's shaped to fit your face and it's going to be hard to come off even if you move.
"... he still thinks a lot of things."
She was taking it and putting it on and off to make sure it was comfortable.
... I thought it would be inhibited by a mask, and my vision doesn't seem to be the same as it was before I put it on.
"Even so, why didn't you give it to me directly?
"We arrived at the Marquis Anderson house and we were leaving soon, weren't we? I don't have time to give it to you, but I think we're leaving soon." Mr. Parks gave it to me in advance.
"... I see"
She laughs bitterly as she says so.
Sure...... if you think about it now, before you left the Anderson Marquis, honestly, it wouldn't have been that far.
As soon as possible, to the territory of the Duke of Almeria.
To that end, we must speed up the mastery of the team we lead.
... Weren't you in a hurry to think about that while you were talking to Master Parks?
Even Mel is a child of man... no matter how strong he is, he should have been if he thought of his daughter.
Perhaps even if this topic had been raised, it would have popped up without asking very much.
"Thanks. Hold on, I got it."
"I'm afraid so. … Now, if you'll excuse me."
Walk out to leave in front of her.
But on the way, I looked back.
She's sitting there all the same.
Eventually, he was holding the sword he had stabbed at the waist.
And she leaned upon her forehead.
Before she goes into battle, it sounds silly.
Even when we used to go to war together, she was doing it.
So, I guess.
I could see her now, her old girlfriend overlapping.
... fight like Shura, give her what she once was.
The next time I opened it, what was in her eyes was the color of determination. And that I'm ready for.
Her eyes turned toward the sea... and stared at it for a while.
Exactly, it was once her eyes themselves.
Tomorrow, how fascinating... I went back to my quarters.
Spend the night feeling tingly and reasonably nervous...... and the day after.
Before the morning sun rose, we would refrain behind her and her. We were riding horses.
Of course, her face has the mask I gave her yesterday.
"... the time has come. Come on... let's go get Shengxi up!
She screams, "No, no, go forward."
And then we went on.
"Whew!"
"Yes, what the hell is that?
Along the way, the soldiers of the Duke of Almeria suddenly appeared and looked at us as if they were surprised... without understanding why, but paving the way for their own safety.
Shortly after she left the Duke of Almeria, she pulled out a knife.
And slashing and dumping enemy soldiers nearby, one sword after the other, without hesitation, rushes through.
Enemy soldiers can't help but react to sudden events.
With that gap, she moves deeper and deeper as she relentlessly offends and breaks through the line of defense.
In the midst of confusion, but gradually, the enemy also begins to grasp the situation.
"Surround!"
"No more, don't allow me to go in!
And the soldiers who surrounded her and tried to kill her were slaughtered down.
Even as I slaughtered and killed the enemy soldiers, I was mesmerized by her battles, and I was sober.
Her place was as if that was the only other world.
It's the same space, but where different times go.
Now, she says she's vividly slashing down one enemy soldier after another... and that speed is just as fast as it was when she was rushing for the Duke of Almeria.
It's as if the presence of the enemy isn't even an obstacle.
The earliest laughter comes to the sight of an overwhelming difference in power that has been overshadowed by force.
It even made me feel as if I was actually watching Tan, the hero of Miga.
Blood splashes, dancing.
The smelly red sight even seemed like something to colour her though.
It's spectacular, and that's why it's beautiful.
Those running behind her were swallowed... and inspired by her appearance.
Blood boils. There's nothing I can do about it.
Instinct screams as he points his brushed fangs and bites his throat off.
Tell her not to be late......
'... I just think it'll blow right up. Watch your battle, up close.'
Exactly, the situation turned out exactly as I told her.
Already, it has nothing to do with the crew here, ancient or new.
Except that they were as proud as they were of being breathtaking, scorching, and behind her in all her battles.
With each gradual run, the number of wounded increases.
But no one stops.
It was as if they were drunk in this situation, forgetting the pain, and they just followed her.
"Proceed! Don't be late for the captain! The crew hardens and protects each other!
On the way, I'll scream.
To that decree, 'Whoa!' And I heard wild screams coming from here and there.
Even the enemy soldiers are swallowed by her and our temper behind her.
Even to move his legs, he couldn't seem to move as if he had been sewn on the spot.
It's like an army of ghosts led by Shura... and one of the enemy soldiers spilled it in my ear.
That's all we are right now. We are on the spot, strong, and horrible.
... That's how they ran through there was a pocky open space.
There was a luxurious carpet wrapped around the situation, and on top of it was another luxurious chair.
... I can see at a glance that this is the place for the highly identifiable.
I saw her show up bloody and screamed from the faces I was on the spot.
She does not move one eyebrow into the reaction.
He proceeded pale into the middle, relentlessly slaughtering and abandoning those who stood in the way, and stood before the man who sat in the luxury of the center.
The man, with plenty of fat, doesn't show how it moves.
No, I couldn't seem to move.
... like Reaper, to the horror of her waving death if she waves her arms.
The next moment, a sword pops up between Mel and him.
But she didn't look particularly surprised.