From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Once at sunrise, twice at lunch, once at night. ”

Yesterday, the noblemen were picking on their allies.

I patted the tree with my hands, listening to Lind. It was hard and rough.

I felt that the air was drying up.

The cold air strokes the cheek and smells of dry ground.

The forest is ending.

Beyond the forests of the North Continent there was a pile of white soil.

Whiteland is the entrance to the plateau of glaciers where neither grass nor trees grow.

I remembered my past life.

Rumor has it the white soil of the White Land is used as a good medicinal ingredient, and some of the heads spin over the North Forest risking their lives.

Well, naturally, it didn't have that much effect on the soil. It's not good for a land that doesn't grow grass.

People are dying all the time because of all the rumors.

The land was just a pile of dry dirt.

If any of them had died, some of them would have come back from the dead. They sold information beyond the North Forest, and the information used to reach the ears of terrestrial Pathfinders, treasure hunters, or herbalists looking for strange herbs like me.

So I could paint the topography beyond these woods in my head.

‘A white and parched land. ’

A place where cold air does not flow.

I scratched my head and replied to Lynd.

“You're eager.”

“I'm good with terrain. I was blindfolded. ”

“I see.”

The scouting party is unable to leave.

A few of them were elite. It was a team of fierce bastards.

‘Second squad missed. ’

Based on the number you joined the ambush, it was about half of the troops, except for the lookout.

And now, after about a month of fighting the boredom of going through the forest, it was the Elf League that we met.

“I think we're going to stay in the Great War. ”

I look at guesswork. I stroke his chin with a scratching hand instead of answering Lynd's words.

I want to take a bath.

The nearest lake was two days' walk away. Every day on the battlefield is a luxury.

I stroked my growing beard.

“Scale.”

“We estimate about three hundred ligaments. ”

Another guess.

It will be difficult to accurately determine the number of those who appear in the forest.

In human terms, one unit is the size of a thousand ligaments.

The Bible says that the Ten Whites will soon be seen as one unit.

But fairies are different.

I wanted to know their union and their organization.

‘The munitions depot was ransacked and the guards were scattered. ’

If I were the King of the Elves, I'd be pissed off right now, so I'd be running the troops.

‘Empires are vast. ’

There will be a reporting system. Unlike the Fraunmund army the king himself marched on.

Now you're reacting, right? Angling, are you doing this to fight the right way? Right? '

You ask for the enemy beyond the air. There was no answer.

Instead, I heard close answers in my head to guesses and predictions.

Slowing down meant we needed to be prepared.

I reached for the tree with my fist clenched in my chin. Lind punched me in the face with my moves.

Soon, he set up a perimeter. Armored infantry has blocked the outskirts and is building a troop camp.

The sun was setting.

“Hard to find, isn't it? ”

“Hard.”

Lind answered my question.

Those who put up a fight have become a surprise army.

Rind gives up his eyes in order to prevent him from getting hurt.

Tension runs through the soldiers who set up their tents and settle down.

This is annoying. They've only caught the foot of an army and have not attempted a full-scale attack.

I will, but I won't tell you when!

It was like pretending to hit me on the forehead and looking at the liver.

Bastards.

Well, more than I thought was the hardest problem in this war.

That's about as close as I can get you as I want. Of course, I didn't intend to laugh at this eulogy.

I watched the sunset as I watched the army build up seriousness.

“Angling is a jerk. ”

Lynd, who had previously commended the opponent's tactician's ingenuity, withdraws his comment.

And he added,

“I had to do it right away. ”

It means stopping your feet and spreading the war.

That's right, we're already here.

Lind has the bow and arrow. Looking at it, I smiled.

What is the most important thing in war?

The Pokémon does not follow the target's intent.

The opposing team grabs my ankle and tries not to be harmed.

The first goal is tying feet.

Next, don't see the damage.

Your feet are tied. You can't move forward.

Moving quickly towards an unknown terrain is like putting a lump of iron on your body and drowning.

Instead of putting a lump of iron in the water, I try to walk slowly forward.

Well, it was common sense to remove any cobblestones that caught you walking like that and turn or smash any walls that blocked your way.

“I'm going to take my time. ”

I'm going to relax, rest, and eat.

To do that, I gave you a unified survival tool, and I came all the way here with it.

If I had Angling, I wanted to tell him clearly in my ears.

I'm gonna take it slow, even if it's not a showdown.

Of course, he won't understand my intentions. What is tying your feet?

I need time to prepare.

What I was most worried about was how to get out of this forest. It wasn't how fast I was going.

I was more understanding of him than I was fooling around with Angling.

‘I don't know. ’

The forest in the North was an uninhabited land, and Angling had never met such preparations to dig through the land.

I blocked the information, so I had to guess and predict the opponent.

Angling would have done that.

He would have judged me against a common sense ship and my army.

It's hard to cross the fence.

The North Forest alone could damage the troops.

This was common sense.

“What's for dinner tonight? ”

“Meat powder, what would that be? ”

You make jokes that don't work with Lind. We chuckle face to face, and Alice turns her finger to the side of her ear to see it.

“Not the state troopers. ”

Alice looked me in the eye and said,

“Why just me? ”

Alice quietly mutters when Lind asks about the injustice.

“It's the difference between someone who did it and someone who didn't. ”

Huh? What?

“That sounds like an insult. ”

“That's a compliment.”

When I asked, Alice answered.

Is that a compliment?

“Is that a compliment?"

I asked him again for Lynd.

“I'm sure.”

It's a perfect fit.

I didn't add any comment to my article.

What happens when a normal person hangs out with a crazy person starts in the evening.

The sun went down and today was the day the moon was covered by clouds. The campfire burns bigger and higher, and the soldier prepares for an ambush.

Ow! Ow!

And suddenly, everyone's ears were turned upside down.

A few of the commanders raise their heads in a puzzling mix of tense and curious colors.

Soon, a discreet squadron commander expanded the border area by burning a few more campfires in the area.

Ow! Boo-oo.

There is no ambush. You hear nothing but screams and night owls from beyond.

I used that sound as a lullaby to close my eyes and recite a poem.

“Ah.”

I trimmed my neck and added romance to the seriousness made of tension and stuffiness.

Everyone should try it sometime.

To see who's better than you.

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, timing, Sam.

I hate talent. I hate geniuses.

And that's why I make a difference.

What makes a difference in talent?

“The lyrics are cruel. ”

Wheelken's assessment.

“I hate to admit it, but shouldn't that voice be on your face? Why are you so good at singing?"

Royse's assessment continues.

“Do more. ”

Alice raises her sword. I thought I'd be a swordsman.

Digo silently listened to the song and stroked his guillotine.

Last but not least, Jenryd clears her throat and stands up.

“The Song of the Southern Warrior. ”

Then I slit the pig's throat.

Crazy bastard.

Lyrics are cruel.It's a song I wrote in my past life while I was drunk.

Another drunkard at the bar put his finger on it and the lyrics whispered as much as I could.

I never would have sung that song if I wasn't drunk.

I wanted to call you now.

“I like you. ”

It was a night in the forest where darkness had fallen. The night soon passed.

The night watchman doesn't strap in tension until dawn, but there are no raids.

I can't even see the fairy's nose.

And morning came.

* * *

Lynd was in charge of the entire unit.

‘If the raids are frequent, it means they're nearby. ’

I wanted to capture it, so I considered several means.

Do you think Alice's alarm squad will be able to catch him?

Should I throw you a digo with guillotine?

The Confederate Warriors of Jenryd will be the opponents. However, damage is imperative.

Useless blood.

There is a man who slaughtered a group of Elves alone to keep the Ranger unit from being harmed, even though he knew the fear would spread in their eyes.

And that man was his master.

Friend and Lord clearly said.

“I don't want to let it go. ”

In that single sentence, I could feel his wish.

‘Let's get a true sax when we go back. ’

While reading the inside of the person standing next to him, Lind thought he wanted to live with a pretty girl.

‘In summer, I catch crayfish and in winter, I read books in front of a warm hearth. ’

Not a bad life.

He's a friend, and he's living off gold coins from the king.

How much fun would it be?

Of course, there were a few obstacles to living like that.

Once there was no woman, there was no place quiet and quiet that came to mind.

Most of all, Lynd didn't want to do it now.

I was delusional.

“Hey."

Few people call themselves friendly here.

It is his current military uniform that stands on top of ten commanders directly beneath the state troops.

Those who called themselves this way were those who ignored such a union.

Soldiers.

Vise Knight.

I saw a blonde beauty. The Goddess of Health and Violence snapped her fingers.

“What did you give Tequila? ”

Lynd frowns.

“The man who calls himself Father says you're the best. ”

“What?”

“A sense of son-in-law.”

“…… Get out, Alice. You're going mad because you're hungry for battle. Let's go out and fight the trees. I'll allow it."

“Crazy bastard. Let's sleep together after the war. ”

Alice speaks and shifts.

There was no shame or shyness. Alice is a mistress who can't talk back.

Lind thought, as she left, I looked at the place.

Is this a confession? ’

You're not sleeping on two beds side by side, are you?

“Is that really crazy? ”

Lynd was an ideal type of woman who liked books and was charming and sophisticated.

And most men couldn't marry the ideal type.

Lynd picks up his bow, checks his equipment, and forgets Alice's words.

“Your troops are ready for battle. ”

The deputy said in the back. Lind looks around.

The place where the campfire didn't shine was dark.

The darkness of the forest and mountains was different from the darkness of the plain. There are obstacles everywhere.

A place filled with traps made by nature that catch your feet if you run incorrectly and break your head.

I couldn't leave if I didn't see it.

Lynd rises up.

His troops were the most unique in the current Fraunmut Army.

Only a hundred.

I wanted to increase the number, but it was difficult.

Only those who are talented at bows and endure harsh training remain.

It was a natural outcome.

The Uniform Troops are a thousand and the Troops a hundred.

The Crow Squad is only one platoon unit. Originally, it could not have a big impact on the operation.

But the crow was called into the army, and Lynd decided he had the right combat power for the union.

Lind steps forward. You walk past the guard into a dark forest. The Darkness could not be a hindrance to Lynd.

He's the vice knight.

The Crow Squad wasn't vice knights, but the Darkness couldn't be a hindrance to them either.

Those who ate a unique herb called Blind were able to see through the darkness.

Once in a lifetime, a company of crows could see the night like it was day.

‘Reminds me of a long time ago. ’

The fruit that Chris gave me allowed me to walk through the night like it was day.

That's what his unit was doing now.

Rind picks his breath and moves.

Of course, the Nymph troops didn't think there would be a group attacking them through a dark forest.

It was hard to follow the trail, and it wasn't work after I found it.

It's only a matter of time before Lind finds a group of elves hiding in the woods.

Unlike the humans who set up camp, you can see them resting all over the trees.

The one with the back, the one sitting on the right floor, the one on the branch, etc.

It was a form of advance that was difficult to aim at with a common marksman.

Lind raises her hand.

Sarsazak.

A hundred archers move, and the forest moves. The elf's gaze is sensitive to its movement.

Lynd's eyes are bright, but he decides he can't see through the night like it's day.

And that was the right call.

The elf doesn't respond immediately to the unexpected appearance of the opposing Pokémon.

The black tentacles are aimed at the front to make Darkness a friend.

Rind lowers his right hand calmly from top to bottom.

A plum.

Bubble Bug.

The sound of the strike and the sound of the arrow piercing the arrow burst into darkness.

I heard fairies shouting loudly in the North Continent language.

Lind knew the word.

It was the word "raid."

Lynd is returning what the fairies have done so far.