The sun setting on the western ridge and the red sky. Dozens of stands under it, boiled smoke.
This is the northernmost city of the Empire. Many tents were erected outside the walls surrounding downtown, and the mature Viscounts camped.
"In the meantime, this is the place"
A mature woman in tight skirt pilot clothes in a mini with a cloth stretched folding wooden chair that slowly lowers her back.
Though dark makeup is applied, the colour of fatigue is not hidden out. It is the result of busy killings over several days because of the aftermath of the raid by the elves.
The reason it's a temporary residence in a tent, by the way, is because the Lords' Hall was destroyed and burned down.
"Good luck. Why don't you rest a little?"
It was a skinny middle-aged man with an old face who offered me a mug with coffee as I said it.
The mature Viscount receives her coffee while staring at this man, her own deputy.
"You need a break more than I do."
If we meet in the dark, a face that's going to mistake for a ghost. From the standpoint, the chores must have been concentrated.
"Just come to bed. If you can fall, you'll have trouble."
My boss strongly urges me to leave my tent to get some sleep, an old skinny deputy.
I dropped that back off. I had coffee in my mouth, and an old man came in through the entrance.
Stand up. Yeah, I'm gonna get tired.
A mature Viscount rushes to take a seat when she sees the Knights of the Imperial Knights head. The old samurai controls it by hand and sits on an empty chair.
I'm going to add Uncle Rosehip to these two and have a meeting with the three of us.
"According to the Rose Knights, there's no movement in the Spirit Forest."
The mature Viscount leaks a small breath of relief into the words.
In lieu of her most damaging gestures, the Rose Knights are now in charge of defense.
Receive the fat middle-aged maid's brought coffee working in the tent, and the old samurai continues.
"The extent of the damage, did it come together?
Though the voice is calm, the gaze is sharp. Swallow the spit, stretch the spine, and the mature Viscount opens her mouth.
"More than half the knights have been driven out of combat. But the damage situation is mostly less than or equal to breakage. There are still a few pilots who lost their lives."
An old samurai who frowns at his roots and thinks silently. I felt that the damage, the total loss, and the number of casualties were lower than I expected.
Seeing how it goes, the mature Viscount shows off the elf measures she has done.
"The Elf's method of attack is dominated by magic. In time, we took the lead, so it was our priority to withstand the first blow."
Buy time and wait for the arrival of your allies. And for the first time at a numerical advantage, we turn to offense.
I guess that attitude did not lead to total loss when the knight was defeated, but to saving the life of the pilot.
"If it didn't hold up, we were also looking at the retreat. I honestly wasn't expecting you to set the city on fire."
Mature woman who distorts one side of her face and continues to speak.
"War is fought only among the military."
That common sense didn't make sense to the elves. Assuming it was retreating, the city could have been a burning field by now.
The old man, on the other hand, was narrowing his eyes to the growth of his men.
(Even if it is defeated, it is relatively easy to repair if it is broken. As long as the pilot survives, he can fully rebuild)
A unique means to the Empire, better than national power and population. The longer the battle becomes, the more the Elves will wither away like snapped twats.
(But normally I can't break that far)
In some cases, defeat on the battlefield must also be tolerated. As a front-line commander whose immediate victory or loss leads directly to evaluation, it should have been a tough decision to make.
(The effect of losing once? It's a much higher point of view.)
Experience spent as a prisoner in the northern countries. That must have been the food.
To the head of the Imperial Knights with a grin on his mouth, the mature Viscount asks about the rebellion operation.
As the old samurai tightened his expression, he shook his head hard, left and right.
"It's not safe to step into the Spirit Forest. Once upon a time, the people had a great army and they still lost."
What the Elves picked at that time was vertical depth tactics. They stretched out traps, repeated ambush attacks, and drained their opponents.
The Spirit Forest is a magical land. The Elves, who excelled in magic, are overwhelmingly more advantageous.
"You should keep your neck tight and literally hold your breath"
Dampen your throat with coffee and present your thoughts.
That's two things: "Keep turning back the offensive in the north city" and "Strengthen surveillance and prevent tight trade".
"He's not an elf knight. If you get pulled out, you can't hit the Imperial City behind you."
The mature Viscount is reminded of the emperor's presence and snorts deeply. There, the last person to attend the meeting appeared.
"Thank you for waiting."
It was a grey-haired, short-haired, musculoskeletal, grand old man who showed up. It is Uncle Rosehip.
"Actually, I'd like to talk to His Excellency the Knights."
Greetings are there, and when I get to my seat, I cut them out like that.
The old samurai, who was relied upon in the Imperial capital as his' opinion number ', agrees with pleasure. Encouraged to continue.
"Actually..."
But after listening, it is a great perplexity that came to my face.
"... even if they ask for their opinions."
Put your hands on your chin and lean your neck, exhaling from the back of your lungs. At the end of his gaze is Uncle Rosehip's groin sitting deep in the chair.
There a four-legged white leopard nodded his eyes cozy.
It seems this is what he had to wrap his hands around when he came into the tent.
"When I committed defeat rape on a man elf opponent, an egg lay from the elf's ass, and creatures hatched like birds and beastly children"
No matter how experienced an old samurai is in his life, this consultation seemed overloaded.
……
The gaze of the three on this occasion concentrates on creatures circling in the groin of Uncle Rosehip.
Did you feel the change in atmosphere, White Hyoko stands up with the back leg of the cat and the front leg of the bird. He then shook his head around him as he raised and lowered his back feathers, and began to puff the couch.
"What is going on with the feed?
When the mature Viscount asks, Uncle Rosehip deepens the wrinkles between her eyebrows. Exhale, whilst voicing unconvincing.
"That's right. Hi, it looks like air."
"Air?"
An old man and a mature woman with a voice. The grand old man continues to lose sight of the groin creature.
"Or maybe something that's invisible to our eyes. This is how we open and close the couch now, but this is like eating."
The old samurai, listening with his fist in his mouth, peeps at how the four-legged leeches look.
"Indeed. Chasing something, even looking stuck. So does that make your stomach swell?
Rosehip uncle shaking his head vertically. When I eat to some extent, they look satisfied and fall asleep.
Then the mature Viscount brought her face closer to the white leopard as she frowned.
"Face, I don't think I can tell the difference."
Seriously staring from the front, a mature woman with dark makeup. The four-legged white hyoko who interrupted her meal is tilting her neck in return.
Scratching a gray head, Uncle Rosehip adds words.
"No, I mean the face. Somehow that kind of feelings come through."
Face to face again, the Knights of the Imperial Knights and the women lords of the North City. After a long silence, the old samurai opened his mouth to sum up the story.
"I seem to miss you, and I have no choice but to take care of Sir. You can talk to the Marquis of the Empire later."
Seeing Uncle Rosehip nodding with a sinister look, the mature Viscount puts a bunch of paperwork on the table.
There is a compromise with the representatives of the inhabitants on the current situation and future war forecasts, and additional reports to the Imperial City, and as a lord, there is as much to do.
Nor is Uncle Rosehip, who directs defense and reconnaissance, ever free. You can't take all the time you want with all the leeches.
"Let's start with the list of support supplies we received from Teito."
Everyone gathers their gaze on the documents the mature Viscount has instructed.
Thus the three men ignored Hiyoko, who began to chirp with Piippi, and began the meeting.
After a short but thick meeting of contents, the three old samurai, Uncle Rosehip and the mature Viscount hope for a drink again.
Coming soon enough, coffee too bitter as ordered. Heads of State who turn their necks and shoulders while rubbing it.
A new visitor appeared there.
A young woman with short platinum blonde hair and floral white hair embellishments. He is captain of the Lily Knights "Lily Knights" White Lily Squad.
"The regular patrol is over. The perimeter of the city is all directions, nothing unusual."
Stretch your spine and report along with a beautiful salute.
The beautiful but stiff expression is probably due to the fact that both two men and women are close to the top of the pilot, "The Knights of the Imperial Knights" and "The Knights of the Rose Knights".
"Thank you, I'll ask you tomorrow."
Captain of the White Lily who receives the return of the mature Viscount and tries to return the heel "Bibi Su". So listen to the little bird and look for its source.
Her expression hardened as she turned to Uncle Rosehip's groin.
"... you know what this is?
Asked by the mature Viscount who noticed the change, the captain of the White Lily draws consciousness back. Open your mouth after showing you a little worried.
"Look a little closer, would you mind?"
It was Uncle Rosehip who answered. Re-facing her with each chair, she assembles her arms high, her chest stretched and her back distorted.
Of course, you can touch it.
Taking a breath with a tense look, the captain of the white lily leans in and faces Uncle Rosehip's groin.
White Hyoko, who ropes his groin, does not escape, but looks back strangely with a blink.
"Excuse me."
That said, when the captain of the White Lily extended his index finger, White Hyoko grabbed the tip of his finger with his forefoot.
Keep your fingers up and check the back leg of the white leopard. Look at that like a cat, take a small breath.
"Perhaps this is Griffon."
Lift your fingers up further and tickle your belly with the index finger of your other hand. As White Hyoko closed his eyes and let go of his fingers, White Lily's captain pulled his finger in and looked back.
"Griffon."
That's a kind of spiritual beast. He says he holds the lion's lower body in the upper body of the eagle and releases attack magic from his flying mouth.
It is in The Spirit Forest War that it appears in the heritage of man.
It is told that the knights of the people who broke into the territory were blown with cleavage wind magic with their claws.
"This is it."
To the voice of an old samurai who seems suspicious, the captain of the white lily tides his cheeks and the theory of strength.
"Look at this young, but sharp, eagle gaze."
Knowledgeable, albeit within the hobby. That's why she was confident.
But the old samurai do not nod, and the mature Viscount has a puzzled face. Uncle Rosehip has a wrinkle in his brow root closed.
"This is the sharp eye?
After the mature Viscount crushes, it's silence that rules the place.
A white lily captain pouring a rough nose and hot gaze and a griffon chick like a white hairy balls looking around with crisp black eyes.
Soon after, Griffon's chick pokes her foot with a couch. I may have thought of the swelling under the fabric as a giant mite (sandworm) lurking on the ground.
"Mmm."
There was no one to speak to but Uncle Rosehip, who was struck by an unexpected blow to the tip.
The sun set in the west, strangely, faces from the other side, bringing morning.
I was still breathing cold air all over my chest and taking a walk in the garden forest.
"Morning, Imosque."
On the branches of the herbal tree, an immortal family head who lifts up the one in front of his body and returns a greeting. Then I turn to the turtle swimming in the pond.
"Zaratan, isn't that weird call coming after that?
No problem, the big spirited beast with a nodding tortoise. The anti-spam from the elves seems complete.
Heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer gathers by the pond to eat grass and bathe in the water. The torsional angle (capricorn) introduced last night seems to be in the back of the woods and is not yet in sight.
"What about Dangolo... hmm?
There were signs of coming for me, but I stopped along the way, and a confused wave could be emitted. And secondly, I came for help.
When I headed to a place where my voice was raised, I discovered a dandruff with the roots of a herb tree. Looks like a chestnut iga hooked up to the roots in an attempt to crawl out of the ground.
"After all, isn't it impossible to dive to the ground with this togetherness?
Rescue Dangolow, taking care not to stab the thorn. Put it back on the ground and talk.
I usually keep it and only wear it on special occasions: "Chestnut Iga Armor". But for some reason, I don't try to take it off.
When I asked him why, he jumped a small wave just to reach me.
"... I don't think they'll lick you because you don't have any thorns."
I'll whisper it back to you, Dangolow.
Not only the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer", but also the torsional horn (capricorn), as its name suggests, has horns. That seems to have bothered him.
As someone who stands on top, they need majesty.
"Even Zaratan will have no thorns or horns"
Be the guardian of the Spirit Lake and the Great Spirit Beast. For heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancers and torsional horns (capricorns), they seem to exist enough to be ready to approach.
When I told him about it, he seemed a little relieved.
(Thorns and horns, that's a feeling I don't know)
Deer with horns so huge that his neck is worried, or crab with only one strangely large "scissors". I know it matters to them, but it doesn't apply to humans.
(No, not necessarily)
If you're a human, a woman's breast or a man's groin. Why don't you take that as it is.
For a man, the owner of a two-handed sword feels superior and the knife user feels inferior.
There's no room for views from the women's side there, and men take it upon themselves.
(... maybe)
Instruments to determine superiority and inferiority between same-sex rather than weapons to fight foreign enemies. I can understand if you think so.
A knife that shuts your heart hard, even if a woman tells you 'I care too much'. On the contrary, even if they hate me, they say, 'Shit, you like it, don't you?' and an overconfident two-handed sword hold.
The women are frightened, but if the value criterion is rooted in instinct, they will have no choice.
("I like having no breasts," but it's with you that you don't believe me)
Arm up, snort me.
If you want to determine the sequence in the herd by appearance, you don't have to hit each other. Maybe this is one, "Wisdom to Survive as a Species".
(If you were seriously fighting, you'd get hurt and wear out.)
I was a little convinced by my explanation.