Dream Life

Tria history October 22, 2018, around 1 pm.

I was finally able to fall back from the top of the wall. Master Zach will begin to take care of the wounded immediately, but I could only sit on the spot.

When you pull me up off the fence, Master Zach complimented me on "Mel is doing well," but I don't think that way at all.

As pitiful as I thought the other way around. Because if I were stronger, I wouldn't have bothered Master Zach.

This time the wounded are all the people who were near me. If I could see around like Master Zach, I think these people would have done without getting hurt. Besides, Master Zach thought I was more dangerous and even gave me backup. I feel sorry for myself when I think about that.

It changes the story, but when I ask my predecessors to put on an archery, they say something.

"Take a good look at the enemy. Don't stick to your thoughts," he said.

When I always think about how I can win, I stick to that idea a lot. Same thing this time. All I've thought about is how I can defeat my enemies. If it's true, we have to figure out how to protect the walls...

But I can't pull it off right now. Because it's bad for someone who's hurt, but I think it's best to do so.

It's pitiful that Master Zach is just sitting beside him being treated. But now it's my job to rest my body. So we make every effort to rest so that we can get back to the battlefield a little faster.

But I'm worried about the battle between the Beltrams in front of me. Because it's an awesome fierce battle.

Mr. Beltram and the others gently wield a large hammer to shatter the big skeleton like an orga. That's not why he's intact.

The young craftsman has been blown away many times, and Mr. Bertram was taking that big fist blow. Still, I just shake my head gently and get up.

Even though I would never be able to stand up, it's working normally. So much so that I wonder what's going on with Dwarf's body.

I guess the more amazing thing is that I'm laughing while fighting. I don't feel anything at all like sadness from Mr. Bertram and the others. On the contrary, he looks really happy when he falls back and drinks alcohol (Scotch) while saying "I'm thirsty".

When I saw that face, I thought these people were the only ones I could protect.

I've knocked down a bunch of those big skeletons too, but it was so hard. I just figured it out because I have Mr. Ulrich's sword, and I was just wondering if a normal sword could have taken him down the hell. Because those bones are hard as iron.

When that hard bone hangs on Mr. Beltram and the others, it crushes easily like it's made of ceramic. It was incredible the first time I saw it.

Besides, I like teamwork.

There is a proper division of labour between those who smash their legs and those who smash the heads of fallen enemies. Mr. Beltram said, "Let's go!," she called and smashed her leg, "Yes!," he responds, cleverly crushing Skeleton's head as he falls.

The Volkers are breathing together as a couple, and they look like they're striking a sword at a blacksmith. I was just a little jealous. I thought it was a good idea to have a couple.

The young craftsmen aren't breathing that far, but three or four of us solidify and smash both legs of the big skeleton with one blow. The others gather where they fell and smash their heads to stab a stop.

It's amazing when you go for a drink.

"I'm thirsty," someone says, moving to fill that hole immediately, without exchanging words. I don't think I can move as much as I did under the command of my predecessors. It was so breathtaking.

Inside the fence, Mr. Enos' squad is also active. That's just because spears are incompatible with big skeletons, Mr. Enos is struggling, but he's fighting well to keep normal skeletons and ghouls from spinning around.

It's plain, but without Mr. Enos, I don't think Mr. Bertram and the others could be that active either. I thought it was a really helpful way to fight.

On the fence, Mr. Nicholas and Mr. Byron were fighting together. Mr. Byron had luxuriously severed a large skeleton spine with the rigidity it seemed. Skeletons can move even if they split up and down, but just when they're turned into two pieces, they have to crawl, and they're in a slap to the vigilantes.

More amazing is Mr. Nicholas.

Mr. Nicholas' swordsman level should have been sixty seven. It's rude to compare you to me, but I don't feel like an enemy at all at level 51.

As usual, Mr. Nicholas looked like a long sword and shield in metal armor. But it looked bigger than usual. Yes, more than Mr. Byron.

He's easily slashing off big skeleton legs even though he's not a tough sword like his predecessors. Of course, I've slashed a few times, not a single blow, but I just wave my sword about three times and that thick leg breaks like a pokin. I'm not haunting magic, and it's really weird.

Plus the instructions to the allies are accurate, and it doesn't harass me at all when I watch them here.

"That's Nicholas," Master Zach said, "so I think my impression fits.

"A special individual! Watch out!" I heard Mr. Nicholas. Master Zach got up in a hurry, so I get up, too.

It's a little hard to see, but I see enemies.

It was a demon smaller than a big skeleton but about the size of Mr. Byron. The demon hardens his whole body with armor, so he has no idea what kind of demon it is.

"Living armor?" I took another good look because Master Zach said so.

An old metal armor that feels like rust is floating, with a disastrous atmosphere from the armor itself.

If you look closely, there was a magical formation of patterns written on the chest area, and the Demonic Crystal Stone was embedded.

It looks like the sword you have is rusty too, but it's wrapped up in something like black mist, and just looking at it makes it zoary.

Mr. Nicholas stepped forward quietly. A big skeleton came out of the side of it, but he was slashing off that arm just waving his sword twice.

"I'll deal with this. Everyone asks for other enemies" voices were heard slightly by Mr. Nicholas.

I got worried and asked Master Zach, "Will it be okay if I don't go?"

"Nicholas would be fine. Look, I activated the magic sword," you said in a slightly pleasant voice.

It changes the story, but Master Zach likes Mr. Nicholas' sword. Because it is a magic sword with an external magic crystal stone that you have conceived for yourself. But the blacksmiths were underrated and seemed a little regrettable.

So I think you're hoping it'll work. I think Master Zach's conceived sword is a good thing, and I want to use it, but I'm sorry because it doesn't fit my swordsmanship.

Mr. Nicholas' magic sword shone golden. It is a warm light like the spring sun that the skeletons retreat slightly. I think the undead of the dark attribute were frightened because Mr. Nicholas' sword is endowed with light attributes.

Mr. Nicholas quietly steps forward when he wraps the light around his sword. Even so, it's on a narrow protective wall, so I just stepped forward, but I got the impression that I'd raised my name to challenge the living room armor.

Living armor quickly strikes after being only a little frightened by Mr. Nicholas' sword.

The moment I put my sword together, I felt Mr. Nicholas bow his head. Like at the time of training. Immediately after that, the neck of the living armor was blowing. Still, Living Armor didn't stop moving. As if it were a decoration such as a neck, I didn't mean it at all.

A living armor sword strikes Mr. Nicholas after the attack.

When Mr. Nicholas calmly recieved with his shield, he had slashed off the enemy's right arm with a sword he had at some point pulled back.

That wasn't all. After slashing off his right arm, he was slashing and tearing his chest armor, Cuiras, straight from the upper section. If you look at it from this position, you can follow the motion, but Mr. Nicholas's motion is very strange.

Because you're not as fast as your predecessors and Zach, but you're attacking at some point. "Nicholas moves amazing," Zach always praises.

When the chest armor was slashed and torn, the Demonic Crystal Stone that was attached in the middle seemed to have been crushed together, and the living armor instantly lost its power and collapsed. Mr. Nicholas immediately stops the magic of the magic sword and turns to his next enemy.

"That's really awesome," I said, as did Master Zach, "that's really awesome. That living armor would also be a third-degree equivalent demon. That's so easy......" he was surprised.

Shortly after that, Mr. Beltram came for a break. Mr. Bertram drinks up all at once when he puts a scotch in the jock and tells the story of Mr. Nicholas' sword. He was watching Mr. Nicholas while fighting.

"That sword is useless," said Mr. Beltram, "and Master Zach said," You don't. Practically, that type of "type" is better, "he nods.

"But I don't think that's the weapon we blacksmiths want. I really don't like it."

"That's a matter of preference. I like alcohol, too, but I like it or not. It's just like that, isn't it?" When you said it in a serious face, Mr. Bertram gave an out-of-heart look. But soon, Master Zach laughed out loud,

"I guess you're not telling me not to go with booze, are you? The craftsman makes the liquor with all his soul, too," Mr. Bertram said, laughing equally loudly after a difficult face.

"Gahaha! You sure do! Zach makes good wine, but my taste is this way," he says, raising the jock.

The voice caught us laughing, too.

I believe I can win this battle. Because there's so much room for laughter while Master Zach talks about alcohol.

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Already two days after the castle began. Everyone is tired in two days, and anxiously frightened by light fire noises and demonic intrusions. As the wife of a lord, I, Tanya Lockhart, encourage everyone in the village.

to young mothers holding toddlers and making them look anxious,

"Our enemies are unbeatable to this extent. Besides, the Village vigilante is as good as the Imperial Marquis said he was the best vigilante in the world. rest assured," to the old man, who knows the painful times of old,

"The walls here were built by Zach. I use magic that my professor at the School of Magic taught me directly. It's not what it used to be," I encourage.

Speaking for myself, I was anxious too.

Because I've barely slept for the past two days, and I know my husband's face is gradually darkening that sometimes shows me his face.

But I'm not allowed to put my anxiety on my face here. As a Lockhart woman, and more than that, as a lord's wife.

I'm hitting a lot of hands to protect those who are evacuating here. Of course not. I'm just following it because Zach assumed this was the situation.

What my son was particularly concerned about was his state of health. I was also worried about both the body "from" and the spirit "from time to time.

The body is told not only to eat and rest, but also to pay attention to hygiene. I was most concerned about handling the excrement.

I even bothered to build a disposal site for it. I am told to flush excreta into the discharge outlet for flushing into the moat when I am to be castled. Although I hated him very much in person.

Apparently my son also assumed this, and the water flowing into the moat was engineered not to pass through the settlement. The waterway that flows around Kanga Hill leads straight downstream of the Finn River and downstream of the distillery near Nishigaoka Hill.

There are no settlements ahead of them, and no one uses dirty water. Of course, the Finn River leads to the Black River, and beyond that to the Fatas River, so someone will eventually use it. But I don't think you have to worry about it that far, because it's usually drooling except in our village, but that kid cared a lot.

I was also thinking about eating. There were quite a few vinegar-pickled vegetables made considering that fresh vegetables would no longer be available, and a simple pan and large pot were prepared so that as many as eight hundred people could prepare their meals, so that they could eat a warm meal every time. The bread made by Maid Chief Molly is very popular and so far the appetite of the villagers has not waned.

I am told to give as little time as possible to work and think when it comes to spiritual matters. I do only think in a bad direction when I have time to think at times like this.

They assign jobs such as meals and laundry to women in the village, and the elderly are assigned the maintenance of weapons and the care of livestock. I try to make my children read and listen to books and teach them to study and live an unusual life.

I think I'm really thinking about it. But I'm the one who divides it.

When I say lord's wife, I am only a tailor's daughter, and I must protect the health of nearly eight hundred people. I'm going to be blinded by the weight of that responsibility.

My stepdaughter, Mr. Rosalee, would be good at it because she's Miss Borderline, but I didn't think I could do it at first.

I thought so many times, but I can't make a sound alone when my beloved husbands and sons are fighting for their lives.

Matt comes by sometimes to see how things are going, but he never throws up a weak sound then. Because I want to laugh and send him out as much as possible. Because I think that's the way to protect my beloved husband.

But how long will this fight last?

Matt says if he endures for seven days, the Knights of the Kaum Kingdom will come to the rescue, but it doesn't seem to me that he can endure five more days.

From the time I accepted Mr. Luna, no, I should have been prepared since I heard that Zach had been sent by the gods, but I really want to grudge.

If there was Mr. Luna in front of me, I might have said a grudge. I'm fine because I don't have to look at each other because I'm protecting you in the mansion, but I really don't like myself like this.

You said you'd make her your own daughter when you accepted her, but you might not be able to be nice to her if someone in your family lost their life. That makes me really sad to think about it.

My husband seemed to know I was thinking about that. When we were alone, we said, "I'm making you feel hard. I'm sorry," he said, hugging me as much as he wanted.

"I might have seen a guy named Enemy of the Gods sweetly. Me and your father. If it weren't for Zach's fence, we would have lost in no time."

All I could say was, "Right."

"But I'm fine. I'm not at all pessimistic yet. Father, Rod and Zach are all fighting with hope. Best of all, you're hanging in there. You can't lose."

Having said that, I hugged him again, mouthed him, and then went back to the battlefield.

That's all my heart lightened up.

I have a family I love. I can only fight as hard as I can to protect that family, too. My battle is not to make the villagers anxious. To allow the men to fight in peace.

But I wonder if that's all I need.

Now's a good time, but maybe you should also think about leading the women to fight. Fortunately, there is a crossbow, Ishiyumi, in this village, and women have learned how to use it. Of course I do.

Next time Matt comes, I'll give him a suggestion.

He wants to fight with us.