Isekai Taneuma

Fort Bohemia was a mountain castle built on a small high mountain that protruded into the brave realm. Catwalk-like access roads are stretched along steep slopes, leading to a number of curved turns built on cliffs. When the enemy attempts to climb a relatively gentle slope, the caged castle soldiers waiting there are attacked unilaterally from above.

Even if I tried to get around, it was the rugged mountains of Bohemia that spread behind the fort. It was not suitable for a massive attack, and as the majority Imperial Army had a bad bet, I had to be reluctant to deploy troops there.

For this reason, the Imperial Army was planning a food offensive, assembling all its forces in the plains spreading out in front of the fort and stopping the food route into the fort, but the Bohemian side behind it could not do anything. After all, the brave army side was too tall to do anything about it, but since Feng and the others made it possible, it was thought that the battle of the basket castle would shift to the next development.

The Imperial Army formation at the top of the mountain, looking from the main circle, was overwhelming. A crowd of 30,000 people is familiar to modern people, but considering that this is all an army that is seriously trying to kill us, the force was still different. They know it's possible to replenish it, so we'd better cut it loose before it starts the offensive. Feng swore to himself that way.

The main area where Feng and the others were guided was lined with buildings that appeared to be hosted by the Young Army, warehouses for supplies, emergency rooms, and other public facilities. When it comes to castles, it will be the guardian palace that everyone can think of, but of course there is no such thing anywhere. This is literally the last stronghold, and it will be over if the Imperial Army invades here. When I thought about it, I felt that the square was narrower than I thought, and I felt it carefully.

In the main circle was Lucy, who had entered the fort before Feng and was yelled at by Scarsaha to speak out more from her belly. Looking at it alone, it doesn't look like a theater department or a choir practice landscape, but of course it's in the fort.

Can I do that in the middle of a life-threatening battle? I thought that, because the brave soldiers who passed through them looked dazzling, maybe that also meant comfort. Since the front lines and prisons have been less entertained for a long time, and even when entertainers come, they cry and rejoice, so I don't know, maybe that priest is aiming for such an effect... I think he is quite a person inside, but, well, about half of them are definitely hungry.

Regardless, with poor Lucy on his ass, Feng and his deputies brought him to the dormitory. It is a Japanese house-style building with thatched roofs, as seen in the village of Canaan. If you look at almost the same place, I wonder if the village was taken care of when the fort was built. When Canaan saw that he was accepting other non-combatants, distributing supplies, and cooperating with civil engineering, he only complained softly, but his intestines might actually be boiling back.

If the brave army now loses and returns to the Empire, the village will require more patience. I want Waltstein to do his best to keep Popol alive with his funny opium inhalation.

Incidentally, the dormitory was like a gymnasium, nicknamed the dormitory. The sleeping beds are lined up in a large room, and there are no partitions like this. Since it is still almost buried in the evening, I wonder if you are rotating the beds with a few people. All the beds were dirty and somehow the smell of a man was stained. The reason why people come to mind clearly after sleeping is because there is no concept of sheets. Perhaps you don't even think about drying the futon, so if you succeed, this place may be cleaner than a gargantuar settlement.

Through the forest of such a man's stinking bedding, Feng and the others were guided to a room built in the back. It seems to be a room made for superiors like Waltstein and Skarsach, but it is not such a fine thing, so at most five people sleep in a narrow space of six tatami mats. Of course, I don't mean to complain, but it seems better to get out of here quickly, mentally and physically.

"Well, then, I'll greet Waltstein and see what the front lines look like."

As Feng was unloading his luggage, Guillaume, who had also left his luggage behind, said such a thing.

"Huh? On purpose? Ah... I wonder if you'd like to come over here and say hello while I take care of you?

"No, you don't have to. If you do that, you're in the way. I'm just interested in a guy named Waltstein, and if you're going to take care of him for a while, I'm going to give you a hand."

When he said that and took the shiny pistol out of the void, he turned it around with his fingertips and put it on the holster on his hips again. His shooting is 100 percent, and now he has sniper skills. If we are on the front line, we will be able to make a considerable contribution.

Oh, well, shall I come with you?

"To Jeanne? I thought you were against the war."

"Yes, of course not. But the soldiers here are the refugees who fought together in the city's offensive warfare, aren't they? Not our comrades, to say the least. I can't just sit back and watch."

"I see... if they say so."

I'm sure that if Jeanne, who played a great role in the offensive and defense at that time, finds out that he's here, the morale of the volunteer army will rise. Feng thought that he would go with him, but when he went, he could only do the same job as a soldier, so he stopped.

When Guillaume and Jeanne left, Mary also said she wanted to talk to Scarsaha. She doesn't know the same priest as herself, so she wants to talk to her, who is active among humans.

Feng, who was left alone in such a short time, threw his body over the bed that had only two in the room.

"Hmm... I'm free. If this were to happen, I should have joined the operation meeting."

Nevertheless, I was struck by the fact that I was attending a meeting where people were dying or alive. You can't be held responsible for someone dying if you speak poorly. After all, Nomads have no choice but to have other personnel, so it would be easier to stop putting them on one side or the other.

Feng remembered the faces of the three people who came together in this world.

"... I didn't have to die."

It seems that the women they have protected so far, as well as the genes they left behind, are being crushed by Isaac XII, the new Lord Hermes. That really made me wonder why they died. Even if you don't know it, there are times when people have to fight. Not now for me... Feng told me so and took out the vial he had put in his luggage.

"Well, that's it... fuhihi"

When the cork stopper was removed, there was a tar-like black object inside. It was already crystallized and hardened as it appeared, and was removed into a milkpot, and the phoenix crushed until it was crispy and powdered.

Speaking of which, of course it is opium.

Canaan told me not to use it for personal use, but even if he was not watching, the owner's share of the magic equipment store would be reduced, but, well, I wouldn't know if I used it for a while. Feng thought so and tried to smoke opium for his pleasure.....

"Shit. There's no pipe."

He didn't have a pipe to smoke opium because he was always drinking with Grandpa Popol. Originally, I didn't have a habit of smoking, and I couldn't help it with my own tools. In that case, I should give up, but I've prepared him so much, he really wants to smoke opium, and he jumped out of the room.

He was walking through the fort wondering if there was anything else that could replace the pipe.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

In the direction of the foot... perhaps there was cheer from the place called the first round or the second round. I was surprised and stopped. Looking at you, it seemed like a little skirmish had begun.

The cheer must have been something Jeanne or Guillaume did quickly. Feng started walking again in search of a pipe, thinking it was none of his business to come to his aid and be active right away.

Even though we have just arrived here, does the fact that there has already been a battle mean that there are routine Empire raids here? Feng became worried that he would not be involved, but, well, as long as Jeanne and the others were there, he would not be exposed to danger unless he went out to the front.

However, it should not be forgotten that this place itself is a fortress on the front lines. And because we're at war, it doesn't always happen on the front lines.

As Feng walked slowly looking for a pipe, a familiar smell came from the building just beside the dormitory. Here, the opium smell that Popol walks next door completely remembers because he always smokes on the pony.

As Feng approached the building with no idea, he could see the person who was smoking the opium. While lying on the bed, a man with a bandage on his forehead sighs as he inhales opium with vague eyes.

Feng approached the building with a smile while being alone. I didn't know why the soldiers were smoking that stuff, but since opium was grown in every settlement until we got here, someone must have sourced it from somewhere and it became popular in the army.

I can't believe I even met an opium smoker in this place... Feng felt like he had found his friends in a boring fortress and stepped on the building with a thrill.

"Uyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!"

As soon as he stepped in, Feng was struck by intense screams, and he was so wounded that he could not say that the tripartite tube had become an idiot.

With so much scream, I felt dizzy and my body fluttered. Your body, which is about to fall, rushed to the spot to get back on its feet, and somehow adjusted its posture. My forehead became cold sweaty and my vision seeped. When I was wiping the sweat on my forehead, the opium inhalation I saw earlier looked up at Phoenix with a blurry expression.

Feng, what was that scream? I thought.....

"Hey, there! There you are! I don't see that face!

Suddenly, I heard a loud voice from inside the room. If it was a spoiled voice characteristic of a person accustomed to yelling, and if it was a small voice, it was a voice that could hear anything that was said just by listening. Feng realized who he was and what his voice was doing and stretched his spine as he thought it was crazy.

"Ah, yes! I am an adventurer from outside the fort today! Nothing suspicious! Thank you for looking after this fort for a while!

"I don't care!! Now, you, come over here and help me!!

Confused by the words of silence, Feng followed his voice into the room. It was easy to refuse that I was just a customer, but I just arrived at the boulder, and I thought I was sorry to get upset and uncomfortable.

But what the hell am I supposed to do? Honestly, I didn't like it very much, but, well, if you sell me a favor here, maybe it'll make me smoke opium. With such thoughts in mind, he walked comfortably to the Lord of the Voice... and was stunned.

In front of the man's eyes was a man held down by the beds, again by the mighty men. Her lower body is completely naked, and something is tightly tied to the base of her feet, and the blood is dripping from it. The man who called Feng had a knife as big as Nata, and his shiny sword had blood and fat stuck to it.

Hyuhhhh, the breathing sounds like a whistle. Since the man with the wings was lying tightly, and Feng showed little reaction even as he approached, it was thought that perhaps half of his consciousness was blown away.

"We don't have enough men! You come over here and hold him down!!

"Hmm... what are you doing?

"You'll see! I'm cutting my leg off!

That's right, I saw it. But that was impossible, and I didn't want to believe what was happening in front of me.

The patient now being held in front of him was about to be amputated without anesthesia from around the base of his feet. What was wrapped around his leg was probably an anesthetic ice bag or something, which he had been doing for a long time, with water dripping off the bag. Your mouth is stuck like a monkey, and it's dyed bright red, so maybe you're wondering if your teeth are broken. However, the patient seemed to have lost consciousness so much that he no longer cared about it.

"Hurry up! It's hard on him too!

Feng was stunned and told one of the men holding the patient to scream. He's blushing his face and weeping, even though he's not cut off his leg. When the patient was pushed by the force and hurried to catch him, the man with the knife threw it into flames, and then sprayed with boo and alcohol,

"Ugaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!

The patient's man, who was in a state of restlessness, was thrilled with incredible force. Feng and the others were holding him down with all four, but every time the patient went mad, Feng was about to be blown away.

"Hold it tighter!!

A man with amputated legs is screaming with his face bright red. Feng hurriedly replied, saying that he could no longer think that the patient was pathetic, and he was desperately trying to kill the other person.

The patient cried out loudly and every time, the men holding him down twitched. After that, Feng gradually lost the sense of holding down his arm.....

Gotong.....

There was a loud noise and one of the patient's legs fell from the bedside.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

In a moment, the patient raised a voiceless scream and made the last brawl, and finally lost consciousness. Suddenly, the body that Feng and the others were holding down lost power. Then something terrible stench appeared from somewhere, and it seemed that the patient was scattering faeces.

At first, I wondered if I had been tortured with my lower body completely naked. The next time I cut off my leg, I thought I was in the way. Is this the real reason....

Feng felt sick and had nausea. You can't stay here forever, if you take your hands off the patient trying to get out of here.

"Not yet! Hold on tight!!

I heard that scream again, and when I saw the man holding the knife earlier, he now had a burning scorch.

It goes without saying what to do with this. Feng couldn't do much more, he could only ride on the patient, but he saw the fainted patient twitching, rambling, and fainting again at a closer range than ever....

Everything was over, and the silence returned to the area.

The indoors are filled with purple smoke, and men with slender eyes smoke opium mechanically and silently. From time to time, I could not hear anything but someone's agony. I'm sure you're still fighting outside, but have you lost your ears?

Feng was on the ground with the men holding his patients down. It was only an hour old, but my whole body was sweaty and I was so tired. Not only was everyone unable to stand up, but even opening their mouths was painfully tired. Looking down at those feng, the man who cut off the patient's legs said to them while cleaning up the dirt that had been thrown on the ground.

"The patient is unconscious now, but in less than an hour he will fly again in pain. Then let me smoke your opium. I have to see the next patient."

Is that what you're telling yourself? Even though he's not a nurse or anything... when Feng looks up at him in a daze, the doctor seems to remember seeing him like that.

"... if you say so, you don't look at me. A new nurse?

Feng had many things to say, but he was not well enough to say such things, he just shook his head,

"No, that's why I'm an adventurer from outside. I'm not a nurse, so I don't want to be told that."

"Adventurer...? Why is the Adventurer here...."

The doctor looked at Feng's face and suddenly raised his voice of admiration as if he remembered something.

"Oh! So you're in the vanguard building a map of the rescue route! Mr. Waltstein said we're finally getting supplies... Oh, thank goodness!

The doctor shook Feng's hand and waved happily. I don't know how you feel, but I want you not to touch it very much with the hands that have just cleaned up the dirt. Feng looked at his troubled face with such a small hand.

"By the way... I've been wondering for a while, is that what everyone's smoking here..."

"Nh...? Oh, is opium unusual? When I went to the village near this fort to get supplies, I had them divided into painkillers. I didn't know it had a great analgesic effect and any patient would stop the pain immediately."

Ah, is that so?

Feng nodded. I wasn't looking forward to it here, I was smoking opium instead of anesthesia. No, this is probably the more legitimate way to use it.....

"It's a really great medicine, and it's very helpful. Until now, 80% of people who underwent such major surgery had died unbearably of prognosis. I can't believe this is going to be a five-fifth match."

"Fifty-fifty... is this still fifty?"

"No, you're making a fool of yourself, but this is amazing.

That's what the doctor said, but Feng didn't think so much. In modern times, I can't think of amputating my leg without anaesthesia, and I've never heard of opium inhalation to relieve pain. All I remember is the excitement of modern medicine.

Feng thinks that vaguely.

"... ahhh... ahhhh! Ouch! Ouch!! Doctor, please, increase the amount of opium!

Suddenly, a patient who was inhaling opium on the bedside in the corner of the room screamed sadly. The doctor who was talking to Feng rushed to the patient as soon as the conversation was interrupted.

"No. If you add more, you could die of poisoning... show me the affected area... ahh... ahh... this is no good anymore. Maybe we should cut it off."

"You're kidding!? I don't want you to see me like that. I'm absolutely sorry about the surgery!

"But you'll see. Your legs are getting rotten. If left as it is, it will be too late for the corruption to circulate throughout the body. We have to cut off the affected area before that happens."

"I hate it... I hate it!! More, more opium! Then it'll heal!

"It won't heal and I'm telling you it won't work. Opium is not a panacea. When we increase the amount, the tissue that once fails doesn't recover."

"Then kill me already! I'd rather die than see you like that!

"Don't be ridiculous!!

The doctor and the patient are yelling at each other loudly. The other patients are watching it with vain eyes. Every patient was clinging to the opium pipe, and without it they would have flew into the sky.

Feng stayed here no more, thought he shouldn't interfere with the treatment, and somehow stood up. My legs still trembled from exhaustion, but it would be better than someone who lost one.

I wonder what it would feel like to wake up a patient I was holding back just now... no, I'm sure I can't think of that because of the pain...

As he tried to get out of the building with that in mind, a soldier came in from outside.

"Doctor, it's an emergency!

"What!? Oh no! Today's a crowd day... Nurse, bring me some opium."

"Sensei, that's... there's less opium left."

"What!? I just got it from Canaan recently!

"That's... the patients can't stand the pain, and the consumption is increasing."

"I told you not to be so dark! There's a limit to the amount of medicine."

"I'm sorry... but my patient is pathetic... and I wish Canaan had given me more from the beginning."

When the nurse leaked his frustration, the soldiers who had heard it were also frustrated.

"Either way, if you don't have any medicine, let's go get it. I'll tell you why I need the amount. There are so many doctors, I wish I had sent more."

"Are we going to raid and take over the village? Then you can smoke all the opium you want."

"That's good, hahahahaha!!

The doctors were as angry as a fiery fire at the light mouth of the soldiers.

"I'm not kidding!! How many lives would I have lost without that Canaan!! Forget it and say something stupid to him!

"... because, Sensei... we don't hate him either. But what you need is to turn it around as a matter of priority, right?

"It's not our job to prioritize!!

The people in the emergency room interact with each other in a hustle and bustle. Feng left the emergency room to avoid such a conversation. When I went out, it felt like I was standing up and the air suddenly got heavy. Was it because I was in a room where opium smoke was spreading? Even if it wasn't smoked directly, it seemed to have been quite influenced.

It looks like we're running out of opium in the emergency room right now. The soldiers are crushing Canaan with their dissatisfaction, but it would be a big mistake. As the doctor says, it is not hard to imagine how a man lacking a step-in-law would end up. Basically, what are they fighting for? Was it for banditry?

But I also understood their frustration. In a place like this, where there are only enemies in all directions, I keep seeing patients dying like every day. Some of them may have endured the pain and lost their lives.

"Shit!

Feng kicked the stone that was rolling on the ground.

If it's anesthesia, I have symptoms. For painkillers that are more effective than opium.....

But where's my stepsister doing that? Where is the reason to offer what you've gotten for free to help them?

... there's nothing like that. I understand. In general, that was a request from a friend... but...

Feng scratched his head and kicked him off the ground. When I went back to the dormitory, the opium bottle that I was trying to use on my own was rolling. With that, we could still save some of them.

"At least not enough for me to enjoy..."

He entered his quarters, closer to the infirmary than he thought.