Dream Life

On the evening of October 8, 2017, Tria calendar.

We returned to our home village of Rasmore.

There is no figure of a mysterious group that wiped out the two villages in the southern Kaum kingdom, and no damage has been done to the villages.

However, the situation in the village feels exactly like a time of war, when fully armed vigilantes are seen there, and villagers who would normally be at home are evacuated to the hills.

As you climb the hill, your family and your squire will greet you with a total outing. But, unlike usual, the men each have a weapon in their hands, fully equipped, and their mothers get a glimpse of a slightly tired look.

When my father says he "came back well" as he broke up with me, there is a voice from everyone saying welcome home.

"Zach is back! Now you don't have to worry about anything!

Everyone nods when my grandfather says so.

"You wouldn't have to be without me, would you?

"If only the orcs were opponents. But if they're demons, we're not alone."

My grandfather, known as Lionheart, never thought he would say anything like that.

"I've heard from Byron, so bow training is not lacking. But only Hector and Guy are armed enough to shoot down flying enemies. Regardless of the number of units, even the Imp can't handle it if the number increases..."

It would certainly be a tricky move to hit a flying target. Regardless of level fifty over-armed like Mel's father Hector Marron and Dan and Sharon's father Guy Jakes, it can only be a restraint in an arm to the extent that it can be described as serving one.

Former Kaum Kingdom commander Byron Seedorf has been simmered with boiled water by the demons of the wing demon system at the front line, Fort Toa - a major impulse east of the Kaum kingdom. It is the little demon "Imp" that is said to have fought at that time to be the weakest, but still in the fort's defense battle many soldiers have been wounded by attacks caused by dark attribute magic emitted from the air, causing the fort to fall.

"Now you can also hit an aggressive hand. Zach and the others can even ambush the enemy."

My grandfather said that in a slightly brighter tone, to be heard around.

We have been waiting for five days in a situation where we do not know the identity, the size of the enemy, and I guess the morale of not only the vigilante, but the entire villager, was declining.

Until now, we often fought demons in the woods. Plus, he's crusading with an overwhelming battle power difference before more demons. The fact that powerful enemies like this one, i.e. enemies with comparable power to ourselves, appear nearby, was something that has not happened in the last decade or so, and many were probably anxious around the young villagers.

"Starting tomorrow, Lord Beatrice and Dan will lead the enemy squad as well. If you're nearby, I'll hit you out of here!

On my grandfather's voice, a vigilante said, "Ooh!" Cheered.

But I felt early for my grandfather in the war.

It shouldn't be clear if we can strike out any more than we know the enemy's power. Furthermore, there are species of demons who are good at dark attribute magic called the Winged Demons.

Upon entering the mansion, there will be an operational meeting that will bring together my grandfather, my father, my brother and the servants who were even more Lord.

My grandfather cuts his mouth fire first.

"Regardless of whether we're going to strike out, it's a lot easier now that Zach and the others are back. That's true in terms of power, but there's a lot of room for the expression of the villagers..."

Looks like what my grandfather said about striking out was a statement aimed at improving morale.

One street, checking the situation in the village,

"Zach, can you keep me up to date?"

I nod to my grandfather and tell everyone what I know by the time I get back.

"... it seems that the Kingdom of Kaum intends to settle once and for all within its own country. Rumor has it that it will put in thousands of units of troops… Kaum's response continues to turn backwards. Once you think in conjunction with yesterday's Bogwood incident, you probably don't have any enemies within the Kaum kingdom. One thing is distracting..."

When I clouded my words, my grandfather said, "What is that?" and prompt ahead.

"It's the enemy's aim. Between two hundred and three hundred armies with the Middle-Ghost tribe as the subject...... a small lodging town or pioneering village would be quite a threat, but I was wondering if it would be too halfway in size to be an advance force. As for having a follow-on unit, I wonder what you're after... probably positive and definitely, but I was wondering if that's really all..."

My father, who has been silent until now, opens his mouth.

"Sure. I'm just wondering if it would be positive if it weren't for Bogwood, but I have no idea what you're after."

My brother nodded at my father's words,

"I don't know if there's a way to confuse this one..."

Silence flows through the field.

My grandfather cut off the air.

"Either way, the enemy is close. As for the enemy's thoughts, you can watch a little more before you think about it."

Everyone nods at the word.

I decided to change the subject to get rid of the heavy air.

"As for the Scots, I delayed their return at my discretion. I apologize for leaving Will as my escort."

Apologize for letting Scott, the distillation manager, and Will Keegan, his squire, act independently.

"It doesn't extend to an apology," my father said with a smile,

"You can't even brew liquor in this situation. Besides, I don't know how to leave Scott alone. It's a reasonable decision to put Will on it. Well, I don't think there's a fool in Kaum who can handle Scott."

Ever since I said that, I've changed the subject to our gear.

"And you've become an awesome piece of equipment. When I first saw you, I doubted your eyes."

My grandfather nods at the words.

When I gave him Ulrich's sword, he pulled it out. At that moment, the squire said, "Oh!" The twist rises.

My grandfather put his sword 'blade' on the magic prop of the lights,

"I feel awesome. I've never seen a sword like this before... it would even kill and tear the legendary ancient dragon..."

Unusual for my grandfather, I go out to attract demons that only appear in the story.

My father also groaned, "Exactly the artifact…" and my brother shared his thoughts without taking his eyes off the sword.

"I thought my sword was awesome too, but this is even more awesome. Zach deserves it."

My brother Rod puts out his own sword to pick it up, but there was no jealousy whatsoever in the words, it just felt like he was fascinated by the sword.

I was worried about what my brother would think when he hit me with this sword. Because his sword, as a celebration of his marriage, was presented by Welburn's Blacksmith Guild.

But that was worrying.

Originally, the Lockhart family didn't have much restraint in their weapons, and I didn't have much restraint in my own. In fact, even his grandfather, Govan, known as the hero, uses the same blacksmith Beltram's striken sword from the village of Lasmore as the vigilante's new America. Of course, the quality varies with the swords used by my grandfather and members of the vigilante in general, but both my father, the lord, and the veteran squire who commands the troops in action, considered swords and spears to be fruit supplies, and that a common steel sword would suffice. I've asked my grandfather about this.

"... no matter, if I had a good sword, I would never have crossed it. But only a sword can be good or nothing. Raise your arms and you'll just rot the treasure. Well, Beltram's sword is far better than the sword there."

Beltram is still young compared to the legendary blacksmiths of Ars, and he hasn't reached the point of being super first-rate, but if he goes to Ars, he's arm enough to be said to be one of three hundred blacksmiths. Although my grandfather's bastard sword is not made of misrills or other magic metals, it is a dish made of the highest quality steel of Ars and performs too well as a practical product.

Even his grandfathers and fathers were fascinated by the beauty and strength of Ulrich's sword.

"I think it's a sword past me, because it's a gift from blacksmiths... but I think you should keep all your Mithrill weapons in this village besides your grandfather's and brother's swords..."

There were no weapons of magic metal, such as misrills, in this village other than my brother's bastard sword and my grandfather's long sword for liturgy, Longsword.

"I know what you're trying to say. You want to say you're defenseless against the undead."

I nod reluctantly, "Yes."

"But Mithril's weapons are expensive. Well, I can't get more than that."

Originally, the Lockhart Territory was poor and could not even think about purchasing a weapon made of Mithril worth tens of thousands of C (Krona), or tens of millions of yen in Japanese yen. Although cash revenues have increased over the past few years due to the sale of Scotch, funds have been invested in the development of infrastructure - such as housing and wells - due to population growth, as well as in the construction of distilleries and reservoirs, and funds have not turned to improve the quality of weapons.

Undead and other demons whose normal weapons have not worked have never attacked the village before, and the fact that it was not necessary is one of the causes of the delay in maintenance, but before that the demand for misrils is huge and the difficulty of obtaining them by normal means is the biggest factor. Generally, only a large city of tens of thousands of people can get Mithril, and Mithril ingots never come around in a countryside like this village. Of course, if you talk to Ars's blacksmith guild, I think he's going to send it in tons.

That being said, as long as I'm around, I don't know what's gonna happen to this village. I can't help but feel that this demon clan and the group are related to my mission.

I tried to draw my attention to "I don't know what's going to happen in the future..." but soon my father got himself on board.

"Something... has something to do with your mission..."

Everyone on the spot hardens to my father's nervous voice.

If you think calmly, there are no clear facts to suggest, just vague things like “hunch”. However, if the gods are related, it's not strange to come directly to the soul in the form of a hunch.

"Yes... no, it doesn't mean there's something clearly... it feels like there's something I can't help..."

Everyone keeps their mouths open and silence dominates the place.

"... this time the demon clan means its foremen... so when this village is in danger..."

My father's voice was not loud, but everyone on the spot was shocked.

When I tried to deny, "No, it wasn't decided yet..." my grandfather pushed it and

"It certainly wasn't decided. But assuming the worst, there is less risk of turning back. Even if it's different, there's nothing wrong with it. If it's going to be a joke later, that's fine..."

"Yes, but I have yet to meet anyone whom God has sent. So I don't think this village will be in crisis any time soon. This may contain my aspirations as well..."

Future policies were then discussed.

Against the Demons and thought groups, exploring trends was a top priority, and starting tomorrow morning, Guy, Hector, Dan and Beatrice will lead the scouts in their defense.

"I will answer the enemy, too."

I also offered to go out against the enemy, but my grandfather wouldn't shake his head vertically.

"You are a trump card to the Demon Mage. I don't know where the enemy is coming from. You and Lydia, and Sharon should wait in the village."

It is true that it would be better to have all three magicians in place to carry the battle in their favor.

"Okay. We will wait in the village until we find traces of the enemy."

A breath of relief leaks from my servants in my words.

I felt signs of relief not only from Byron, who had fought a large army of demons, but also from his squire head Walt Vassel, Nicholas Garland, and others who were fighting with his grandfather. They have also been plagued by the Saint Knight Troops of Luke's Holy Kingdom, which use magic, and the presence of a magician who can counter it seems comforting.

A Holy Knight of the Holy Kingdom of Lukes is a cavalry that uses light attribute magic, emitting arrows of light from a horse that walks, followed by a horse riding assault. Imagine a chest-armored cavalry (Cuirasser) around the eighteenth century shooting small arms and pistols in front of an assault.

The Holy Knight himself is less skilled and the arrows of light have no great killing power, but the appearance of a heavily armed knight storming in the raid "Gallup" is compelling, and when the arrows of light are released from it, the upset runs to the soldiers at first sight. They can fight enough with archers and horse fences, but if the commander is immature, that can break formation and crumble.

"The magic of the saint knights running on the earth was troublesome. Try shooting it from the sky. Soldiers with little experience are bound to be upset. Even the vigilante in this village will probably panic..."

So my brother nods loudly.

"I think so too. Even in the fight against Lukes, the peasant militia after the assault of the Holy Knight was more troublesome. I was wondering if the Demons would be the same."

Grandfathers, fathers, and squires were snorting loudly. But I can't really feel it.

A peasant soldier in the Luke's Holy King's Army is a force made by the conscripted peasants, only spears and poor protective equipment, just less sophisticated soldiers to storm even. Sure, the main power of some countries is their peasant militias, but I thought they were winning because they always thought it was in that they could have several times more power available to their enemies.

"What do you mean, brother?

My brother laughed, "There's something Zach doesn't even know,"

"The Holy Knight itself is not so threatening. Luke is a conscripted peasant militia."

"Yeah, I've certainly heard that before. Always overwhelming the battlefield with great force..."

My brother nods, "Sure you do,"

"But what's really scary is the assault of the peasant militias who come after the Saints have given them confusion. What can I say? Yes, an enemy assault that doesn't fear death is something that even veteran soldiers fear. I was scared when I first saw it too..."

The peasant militias do not fear death by brainwashing and drugs by religion. For this reason, the assault is not insulting, and if the allies are confused, even soldiers in wartime are often stabbed by peasant militias.

"So does Luke, but if the Demons have someone who can use magic, I think they're going to break this formation with magic and then let the demons they're serving storm us with impotent momentum. Surely ten years ago we must have struggled like that. Isn't that right, Byron?

My brother speaks to Byron, a former troop leader in the Kaum kingdom.

"Yeah, you were right. The little devil Imp was shooting his magic in, and the orcs and goblins were twisting up the fort in the gap this one was guarding against with a shield. It felt like there was no point in knocking it off..."

So you remembered the old days, your face,

"It was more tragic in the field. They shoot magic in from the unreachable sky of the arrows, and an orga storms through the confused voids... honestly, that was horrible... we've gotten used to it at the end too, but until we get used to it, it was hard to deal with, even if we knew it"

"I guess the soldiers in our village won't lose one-on-one either, because the confused troops are brittle. Especially since there are few platoon leaders and squad leader classes with extensive field experience..."

Sure, there are veterans such as Walt Vassel and Nicholas Garland who have fought alongside their grandfather, but few people command a squad of ten. The Breds who went to Wellburn with us are tasked with the squad leader, but have never taken command in a massive battle and have a little anxiety.

"... so I want Zach and the others to shoot me down before the enemy shoots magic out of the sky so my allies don't get confused. If the enemy is found to be damaged, morale doesn't fall so much..."

Suddenly my brother looked reliable.

(My brother was a fine soldier in Welburn, too. Now this village is ok for the next generation......)

"Copy that. I'll show all the vigilantes the magic tomorrow. Add a little acting."

After that, we celebrated our return and a modest feast was held, but the quasi-war system led to its early dissolution.