Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"What happened to Friedman..."

"... martyred"

"... well. I'm still going to hell."

Harsim-Kurd-Remusee.

The third prince of the kingdom of Lemuse had left the kingdom among yesterday and was now about to come precisely to the demon kings.

What Harsim is taking with him is the full power of the current Lemuse.

All I could see around me were cavalry, and the infantry was running a lot behind me.

I had no choice.

Harsim didn't have time.

I needed to fly my horse and hurry to the demon kings anyway.

"Damn! If that dumb pig doesn't show me the last raise or something......!

At the moment Harsim was reigning as the extraordinary king of Lemuse.

Even if it is temporary, it is almost a 'king' in fame, just because it has not gone through a crowning ceremony.

The coup was a success.

Finally, he dragged his father from the throne and climbed to his place under the general will of the people.

The strategy of the domestic coup was not that difficult.

For Harsim, I was more careful with the Three Kingdoms on my side.

Mostly went according to the original strategy - but only one.

I even had an unexpected counterattack.

It was a counter-attack that I couldn't have predicted at all with just a hersim.

That was sharpening Hersim's precious time from unexpected directions.

"I didn't know you were going to kill a horse...! If you could be that foolish, it would have been better if you had lived the garbage dump from the start thinking it was your own royal palace! What makes you think of that?!"

King Remusse used a handful of his men to kill the horses in a tired barracks, not to mention letting them do as Harsim thought they would, and put the domestic horses in his hands with as much hand as possible.

I have no idea where such an idea came from and with what obsession I did it.

Even the word madman is raw.

"A plague god! That is the evil of the world!!"

Harsim was naturally furious.

Exasperated, slashing my father's arm without question.

After that, he stepped on his face and showered him with cursing noise.

Still wasn't enough, but the report came in just around the corner.

"I saw Mooseg's cavalry rushing from the north"

a report that

"A line of demon kings appeared from the west"

It is a report that

It naturally made us find out what kind of orbit the battalion exiting from Mooseg was taking, but there was also an error in the transmission of information and the full contents were like wrapped in fog.

The same is true of the progression of the demon kings.

That was the moment of concurrent finalization.

Troops rushing through the wilderness area northwest of Lemuse, dusting it up.

And coming wild from the west is a line of demon kings arriving much earlier than I thought.

In Harsim's head, the positional relationship backwards from the report floats in an instant.

In addition, the approximate march speed of the two forces is calculated by calculation from the time difference from previous reports -

Harsim was in a hurry.

First time in a hurry.

- Too close to Remusse.

In other words, far from the Three Kingdoms.

The place of war Harsim had a hunch was going to hit in a bad way.

In addition, it is possible that due to the reduction in the absolute number of horses, we will not be able to produce a satisfactory high mobility force.

Even though it is inferior in local power, it has decreased even further.

Nevertheless, holding your head doesn't make the current situation any better.

Harsim immediately used the windbird to send a message to the Three Kingdoms.

'Send reinforcements now because you don't have to be in a good position'

Naturally, I couldn't let that kind of haste seep into the actual document.

I have a promise to Kirishika.

If there is a situation where demon kings and Museg troops are present on the battlefield, one can take arguments against hattering at the Four Kings talks for the first time, but in some cases they will be quite concerned.

But more than that anxiety ahead, there's no point unless you save the Demon King first.

That's the top priority.

I don't care about the rest.

And so I told myself, and so I prayed that they were already ready, and that they were leaving their home countries with fried fish (as they were).

Hersim then immediately prepares to leave at Hersim.

He summoned all the fighting forces he could put out, and also summoned the retired or former soldiers.

Most of them were also soldiers who had been naturally assembled by the people of Harsim, but as for Harsim, they were full of apologies.

Those of us young men, who are also in a position to defend the country, like royalty, are about to put the old men, who have borne the Remusse before them, again on the arrow of the battlefield.

It wasn't worth it.

I couldn't help it, it was impudent.

Still, Harsim ghosted his heart and took them.

And...

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"Have I let you die?" Much better than the young die, "they laughed," but even they... go ahead... "

Harsim received a report of Aisha on the horse, mixing something dark in his voice.

Maybe that was the first look of subsidence Harsim has shown since he planned the coup.

Harsim let a dozen old soldiers go first, having received the 'prophecy' of his old men.

Harsim can't protrude.

In the first place, it's even exceptional that the king himself is out on the battlefield, even though he is no longer king.

But I want more than one hand. Currently, and impulsively, Harsim couldn't stay calm.

Therefore, he goes to the wilderness, protected by a large number of soldiers around him.

I went as fast as I could while I managed to maintain the unfamiliar formation march of the Remusse soldiers.

In the meantime, the old soldiers laughed and said:

'I will go to reconnaissance, Your Highness. - No, Your Majesty now.'

Harsim first took control of it.

I'm letting Aisha's men do the reconnaissance.

But the old soldiers shook their heads sideways.

"Your Majesty, you won't be able to make a powerful reconnaissance when Miss Aisha's secret detectives are in trouble. Failure to get your hands on it can be a lifesaver. '

They said that with straight eyes, Harsim had no choice but to nod.

Let it be that you have not been aggressive in your war, and yet as warriors, they are better at it.

More importantly, they were unlikely to pull off.

"His Majesty, in the meantime, gave the young soldiers the law of war. We have little time, but it would be a lot better than nothing.

- Your Majesty is excellent. It may be a lot heavier when political battles are fought alone, but I'm sure Your Majesty can do it '

The last time I said that, the old soldiers drove their horses.

Harsim just had to shut up and drop off their backs.

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"Were the Friedmans going to die from the beginning?"

"No, Master Harsim. Those aren't the kind of people who give up raw. Otherwise, you wouldn't have lived this far."

"Right...... right.... You're strong, Aisha."

It was at this moment that I learned of their martyrdom like that.

Aisha's subordinates have returned with the forward information.

That is also proof of the proximity of the battlefield.

Harsim tries to pull himself together, but his body seemed to have been tightened in a different way.

"Dear Hersim..., give me your hand"

Then Aisha, who was dressed in a secret detective's black outfit next to him, noticed a fuzzy Harsim anomaly.

Harsim was holding his fist with his free right hand, holding the reins with his left hand.

And from the inside of his fist - blood was seeping.

Aisha, who leaned over the horse, took Harsim's right hand on the horse and untied each finger.

In his hand, held in by a squeamish of force, his nails ate in and he was still covered in blood.

"I..."

Harsim saw Aisha's face.

There's nothing but Aisha in the vicinity.

Unwillingly, Harsim, who had prescienced that the report Aisha's men had brought was a 'bad report', had moved the Kingsguard slightly backwards to avoid lowering the soldiers' morale.

Harsim, who separated emotion from reason into Ming-chul, let the calm part do so.

Hershey herself felt neglected about her sexuality.

No way.

I don't know, but I thought of myself as a cold man.

I'm not going to preach the only absolute morality or anything in a time of confusion.

But from the majority of moral codes, I'm sure I'm an outrageous man.

I thought so, too.

Anyway, this is the situation, so if you talk to Aisha in a small voice, you can only get the word through.

For a moment, Harsim...

――

I almost made a weak noise.

And I was also aware of myself like that.

However, Harsim is stuck in an inch.

I didn't tell you, and I couldn't.

It's only because such an impulsive part receives an objective view of self - I couldn't tell you.

Aisha would have taken it and comforted me.

But should I do it now?

More importantly, am I in a good position to make weak noises?

"Dear Hersim...?

"- No, it's nothing"

I don't know.

But at least not now.

A few moments later, I was so sure.

I haven't even been able to leave yet.

If we do not cross this last battle of preludes, Remusse will not be able to give the world another voice as a decent country.

Cry, mourn, after this is over.

I'm sure no one will be able to hear that cry.

- You made up your mind.

Harsim looked forward.

At last, behind that sight, I saw those who confront its dozens of times more black armor in just about twenty men.

Black armor is a testament to the power. White colour contrasting the beginning of those confronted.

The color of the moozeg. Same color as Remusee.

Seal Flag. Hair reminiscent of the White Emperor.

The confrontation reminded Harsim of an unspeakable historical genealogy.

The confrontation between black and white is also a symbol of the great incident that once took place.

There I am now about to step in with the white crest flag on my back.

- We are arrogant to each other.

Harsim spinned words in his heart.

- But me and you don't have the right place to go.

That's why I...

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Let's deny that arrogance.

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Harsim put a sharp blade in his chest and threw it at the black crest flag.

And he also spinned words at the end towards one of the ones floating behind his brain.

"What are you up to there? After all those years, is it now time to hear your answer? -" Blood. ""

The little words disappeared all over the sound of a hoof.