"Rehilt - Sama"
That's what I said.
I'm noble, so I can call Richter off. But I'm not named after Luminous, so I'm in a civilian position. As a matter of common sense in this world, civilians have to be "sarcastic" to nobility.
Lihilt shook his head in illumination.
"Fine, with a tame mouth! Mr. Alberto is older - and he's a benefactor of life! I have a family name for Stram that sounds great, because he's actually just a poor baron!
Lihilt laughs at the good-looking faces of people.
... Apparently Philbs' reading was a hit.
"Don't the Albertos have anything more to do?
"Right. All you have to do is sleep."
"So what do you say? Could you come with me, please?
"Where?
"I'm at the commander-in-chief of this army!
Commander-in-Chief of this army?
The one the soldiers were praising all over the road earlier?
"Can you meet such a great man?
"Yeah. I went to the report earlier, and the captain of the unit, who came back safely in a separate squad, seems to be telling me to call..."
So Lihilt laughed as illuminated.
"He says he'll praise you soon. Good luck!
"Good for you."
I tilted my neck.
"So how did you get us?
"You are all benefactors in life! I shouldn't be the only one with this honor! I think it's on the brink that we met here. Let me introduce you!
"... right"
Really Lihilt is good for people.
It was a less distracting story, but I also felt somewhat discouraged from ignoring his concern.
"Okay. I'm coming, too. What about Laura?
"Hmmm...... right......"
Laura hesitated.
Perhaps you're concerned about Philbs' story earlier.
Says the commander-in-chief, 'It's a big one - you're a thin mistress'.
"You're tired, aren't you? You don't have to worry about it."
"Excuse me, I forbid"
Laura goes back first when she gets dusty.
That's why me and Richter walked out.
On the way, I asked Richter what I was concerned about.
"Rehilt, about this battle,"
"Yes."
"Isn't your detachment - that, like, a tough part?
"Right... I hear the First Separate Task Force has been wiped out... I know. We throw away pawns."
"Don't you hate it?
"That doesn't make me want to die either. But it's to name the house! You just have to work hard. That's how some people became it. That's what I want to be too! Look at that. The end (even) is the Duke, hahahaha!
Lihilt laughed lavishly.
It's as if you encourage yourself to be about to tremble in the shadow of death. As if paralyzing nerves with an impossible big dream.
I was feeling something painful in my chest.
Rehilt's story remains Philbs' scenario.
I'm retarded.
I cannot judge the goodness of the operation that is now being taken as an army.
But I didn't care that pure, caring human minds were being used like the Richild in front of me.
I don't like people who treat others badly.
"Rehilt."
"Yes?"
"Don't die. I don't want you to die."
"I'll take care of it. Even if it looks like this, bad luck is strong!
With that said, Rihildt gripped his kobuki for a long time to show.
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"Arranger, the captain of the Fourth Separate Task Force, Baron Richter Strahm, has arrived."
"Okay. Let it through."
"... Um, it was a promise that only the captain, but they seem to be accompanying other people. How would you like it?
"I don't care"
Arrangea said so without even looking up while processing a large amount of material.
Arrangea, the general, has a lot of work to do.
What he aspires to is not victory. It's a big victory.
There is not a second to be allotted, such as to the existence of what he judged to be 'a life that can die', which would otherwise fly if blown.
Still, Arrangea decided to take the time.
(If I compliment you for saying "well done," those garbage people will be happy to keep crying. And we should be fighting around death tomorrow)
Cost-effective -
That was the decision.
In fact, the separate task force in this operation was a lifeline. If you don't get them to work hard, the damage to the main unit will increase. There are not so many players in the separate task force.
The wear rate is high, but we can't replenish it.
Then we just have to get the current personnel to work hard until they die.
(You can't even talk to me if you should. Can you be proud to speak to the last generation of a boring house? die splendidly)
An ugly smile appears on Arrangea's face.
But...
That was the next knock I heard, replacing it immediately with the usual people's favorite smile.
Slightly place the paperwork on your desk, look directly in the front and Arrangea opens her mouth.
"Get in."
doors open properly.
"Fourth Separate Task Force Richter Strahm. I'm here!
He was about twenty young men. The face is stiff with tension.
The tension tickled Arrangea's mind. Makes me feel irresistible that I am on top.
And that would make Arrangea's words heavy and would increase his morale.
(... well... let's get this over with...)
That's what I thought, Arranger.
The moment I saw the sight that followed, all my thoughts blew up.
One person appeared from behind Richter.
Its face, its eyes look forward.
Arrangea and the man's eyes bumped from the front.
For a moment, Arrangea tasted the illusion as if time had stopped.
Nah -!?
Arranger swallows his leaky voice in an instant. The almost collapsed expression was stiffened in an instant.
Still, my breath slowly leaks out of my mouth.
The eyes of the man looking at Arrangea were also wobbly, stuck.
Arrangea knew.
Give me the man's name.
The man's name is Alberto Luminous.
Dumb eldest son who was banished from his house over a decade ago. Arrangea's most spiteful brother in the world.
A man stood in front of me who I thought would never see again.