Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"Your Majesty, I will leave you now."

"Um, Sir Largelkvist, I wish you the best of luck and success in this investigation"

"Ha, I will come crushing to give His Majesty good news."

"I expect, I'll wait with my neck long the day I return"

"Ha!!

Would it have been a few days before we had such an interaction and bravely left the King's Capital to fulfill it, Largelkvist thought.

"My Lord!! The number of demons is still abnormal!! The difference is too great from what we once found!! Shouldn't we be retreating here!?

Going into the Great Forest of Gardina, it's already been about a week. It is possible that even though we were supposed to have reached near the midpoint with the central part of the forest while making some roads for later, not even half of them have actually come.

It was good when I came in. Neither demons nor carnivores came to aggressively attack an investigative team consisting of 3,000 armed men. Until now, it's no different from past investigations.

But the problem arose after stepping further into the back. Until now, no presence has been confirmed anywhere near the outside world, when a bunch of superior demons, the Auga, have raided.

Auga is a particularly intelligent being among demons, even if it does not extend to people. Organisms that collaborate in the formation of settlements, verbal communication, the creation of weapons using trees, stones, bamboo, etc., and hunting to hunt them down in groups.

The exterior looks exactly like a ghost, with a single horn, red and black skin from the forehead, to a physique that made a large adult man about two turns large.

Orcs are mentioned as similar demons, but they are far more belligerent than this, and they are highly intelligent. What's more troublesome is that both orcs and orgasms eat badly and only view life forms other than themselves as food.

From such a herd of orgasms, as many as 3,000 human herds would have looked like nothing but a pile of food.

Nearly fifty orgasms first ambushed with bows, and where confused, orgasms with sticks and simple axes (albeit several times the size of the objects used by humans) approached, one after the other, attacking humans and instantly dragging the man who had retained them to the back of the woods.

They took as much as they needed and withdrew quickly. Probably because he decided that if he continued to fight his opponent for a long time with an army armed with boulders, he would likely defeat them by a difference in numbers.

Needless to say, in just one moment, the investigation team, which took out nearly a hundred victims, had to stay on the spot and treat the wounded.

Even then, he has continued to get scattered eyes at wolf-like demons that dwell on magic and use magic a couple of times at a time, black haired to blackhounds called and feared, approaching goblin settlements struck by heavy troop food, and several soldiers caught from the sky by large bird-shaped demons.

Night after night, repeatedly attacked by nocturnal demons, as well as other damage caused by vipers and toxic insects, the investigation team had already reduced its number by more than 700. The wounded stand out as well as the remaining ones.

Never before have we been hit by more intense raids, except when we made a scene in the woods trying to cut it open for exploration. This forest is where you go to the ground with your weak meat. It is the view of many that if we approach the central part of the Great Forest, we will be attacked by more powerful demons, which means that the central part has abundant food, water resources. And if those who lost the competition for survival there gradually moved away from the centre, near the outer periphery of the Osamori forest, there should only be what is called the bottom of this forest.

However, the expectations were greatly betrayed, and the investigation team would have withdrawn and suffered the damage it deserved.

"We can't retreat, this demon movement is clearly unusual. At least we need to find out what caused it... if we go home like this, we won't have a face to show His Majesty..."

It's a good laugh to turn back awesome with nothing to accomplish as so many aristocrats sit in the queue and say all those big words to their king counterparts. What can I say and apologize to the masters of history if they are disappointed in the King, ridiculed by the nobles, and discredited by the people?

Such was the pride and will characteristic of the aristocracy that took away the two letters "retreat" from the head of Largelkvist.

"Anyway, we have no choice but to go uninhibited, before this we are in a forcible army. If you multiply it by time, the survival rate drops. Leave the defectors alone and take only those who can fight, those who can walk"

If this is a normal field battle or something, it is not strange for deserters to continue when such an order is given. But this is the Great Forest of Gardina. One or two of us just fled, and it's Othi who gets attacked by demons and dies.

Poor soldiers who are matched by noble self-esteem. They are still fighting for their lives in progress. A big bee-like demon, commonly known as Killerby. It is roughly the size of a person's head and is characterized by agile movements and ferocious poisoning. The poison is immediate-impact, and it can be dazed, paralyzed, headaches, fever, chills, vomiting, and death.

However, the ecology is different only because the appearance is similar to that of a bee, and it does not mean that there are herds or dominant individuals.

"But, my lord, given this current situation, I was wondering if it would be more difficult to return if the damage spread further..."

"Such things are above understanding. Difficult, but not impossible"

It's as if Georg were going to say it, but this one is a human word that is too impotent when compared to Dragnil.

"If you really want to go home, achieve results. Whether it's about this demonic movement or something that indicates the presence of a disappeared subhuman, you can't just go home with your bare hands."

He is a subordinate who unexpectedly remembers the urge to reach for the sword of his hips in the words of such a Largelkvist, but if he does so, he will have no place to return, and this man named Largelkvist is certain of the arm of the sword in the first place. To such an extent that I am sure that I will definitely lose if I fight.

The man of his men, who clenched his fists firmly and devoured his teeth in the tragedy in front of him, moved to convey the words of this commander, even with feelings close to hatred in his heart.

I will regret this Largelkvist decision even in person at a later date...