Isekai Taneuma

Waltstein was in a bad mood. Reinforcements arrived yesterday while waiting. It was a party of the phoenix who finally reached the fort after passing through the steep mountain path from the brave leader to secure a route to bring in relief supplies. Yet why he was in a bad mood was because his leader, Feng, did not come to greet him.

They used to fight in the border town and let Waltstein blow it all away. They forced Waltstein to take the Commander-in-Chief's seat, put him on the shoulders of the refugees, and finally beat him to death in a place like this.

It was, in a way, a pleasure for him to meet the culprit, Feng. Master, I told Rikyu that in their home country, where the war continued, there were plenty of strategically good generals who wrote down many books, and perhaps Feng would have learned it.

I was very interested in what kind of contribution such a person would make in this situation where adhesion continued. Even if you don't come up with a plan to overturn the war, it will definitely help you. He thought so and looked forward to Feng's arrival.....

However, his people came to greet him immediately, but the key leader never came. When I asked Guillaume what he was doing, he said that he must be doing opium in his room now and he was shrugging his shoulders.

Normally it would be disappointing to hear such a story, but Waltstein was not. In this way, there are many people who feed on people who get results even though they are underestimated by their subordinates. Because people who hardly ever make it to the meritorious awards, and who show their faces on every battlefield, know the art of survival. Whatever the reason why I didn't come here, Waltstein was looking forward to seeing Feng more and more....

However, when he returned to Honmaru and was told by Scarsaha that he would not attend the military council, Waltstein, the boulder, was also very discouraged. Being a nomad, he says he doesn't want to be involved in the war in this world.

I know why, and I think it's justified in a way. But it didn't matter to me what I was looking forward to, so Waltstein decided to come out and call him directly.

But Waltstein went out of his way, and he seemed tired and asleep. If I hadn't walked in the mountains, I would have slapped myself, but I was stopped by the paramedic.

When Feng arrived at the fort, he appeared in the rescue room, helped the doctors who were in trouble without sufficient manpower, and because it was inefficient as it was, he quickly went to improve the medicine using magical methods.

The doctor, who had a dramatic change in the patient as a result, followed him in surprise to thank him, but he left without telling him his name. And now I finally know where he is.....

The doctor told Waltstein that he was tired and asleep because of his long journey, or because of the spectacular battle in the infirmary.

Waltstein, well, if that's what you're saying, I'm not in a hurry, and I decided to let him sleep again in the morning. But the next morning, when he came to the dormitory again, Feng left a note saying, "Suck some opium," and disappeared somewhere.

"What the hell is this? Freedom is too much! We're at war, aren't we!?

Even now, thirty thousand Imperial soldiers are on the lookout for the fort. Why can you enter and exit places where you don't know when and where enemies will pop out, as usual? No, it's fine if you just leave. When he comes back, does he know that if he succeeds, he can't help being shot?

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry! He's a little out of his common sense... and he's never being mean!?

Jeanne lowered her head to apologize when Waltstein was angry and shouting. I had heard that there were some adventurers who were having incredible riots in the Battle of the Border City, but yesterday, we tried to fight together and once again we knew better. This is nothing but magnificent to be called a brave man. Who is a young man named Feng who truly obeys all these stiffs....

He was pathetic and stunned, and I gradually got angry when I wondered if he had been hit even though he didn't know the difference. Anyway, there's nothing I can do about it, so I backed away from Jeanne's face and tried to keep quiet, but I secretly decided I had to say a word when I got back....

After hearing that Feng had returned as usual in the afternoon, Waltstein quickly turned to him with a rough nose. I let Scarsaha happily lead the front line by saying that he found his sister's disciple (toy) and ran up to the summit with the main circle.

Along the way, my men stopped and saluted me with a gentle jaw-drawing pardon, and angered me, I came to the dormitory where he was staying.

Somehow I had a bad feeling, and I'm sure he wasn't in the dormitory, but when I asked the soldiers caught on the spot, they said they saw him at a nearby sightseeing spot, so now I'm going to catch him with pride....

So he finally met, as he was told, but not on top of it, he sat on the wall just nearby and looked at it blurry and distant.

Across the swaying slab wall, there is a five-meter cliff wall. If you accidentally fall from behind, your life will be in danger. On the contrary, it's still fine now, but if the enemy comes up in battle, it's a good spot to aim with flying gear.

What, he wants to die?

... Waltstein couldn't speak to him like that, and when he looked up with a sinister face, Feng's face turned towards us and captured Waltstein as if he were down there.

It was like cloudy glass balls. I'm not expecting anything, that's the way it is. I have looked after many people who have gone to die before, but many of them have seen such things. It was like a man who understood his future and gave up.

I wonder why he looks like such a dead man... when he thinks about it, he reacts late.

You're Waltstein.

When he looked up blurrily, Feng spoke first. Waltstein was eager to complain, but Waltstein responded in a hurry to make amends.

"That's right... how did you know?

"You're the only one who's different, and you look like a soldier. Besides, I've seen you around a long time ago."

That must have been when I was negotiating with Alliance Leader Philip in the border town. At that time, no one was aware of the existence of a nomad named Fengbai. After everything was over, he listened to the refugees and found out that there was such a person and that he had set fire to the city and ran off in flashbacks.

At that time, I wondered why I did this, but when I looked at my current situation, I knew why. Waltstein was successfully put on this man. Though he had not anticipated the appearance of Caligula, he hoped that Waltstein would protect the refugees as it was, and that is why he was moved.

I was angry when I thought about it, but I didn't feel very uncomfortable. He did not regret his present situation. After all, as a soldier, I only know how to live by walking across the battlefield. If you stay in the Empire, you'll be here anyway. Then it would be more enjoyable to stay in a more interesting faction.

"Well... it doesn't feel so good to be known unilaterally."

"My people said similar things. Some people say it's a celebrity tax, but unless it's about being famous, it's a debt."

"You're a funny guy... okay. Besides, I heard what you said in the ER. I hear you helped the soldiers yesterday in a magical way. Thank you."

Then Feng looked like he had bitten and crushed a bitter bug.

"... that's not magic, and I didn't really help you. Opium and morphine are only symptomatic therapies, and ultimately it depends on the person's health. A torn human arm does not connect, nor does a missing leg grow. And my grandfather won't come back anymore...."

"Grandpa...? I don't know what it is. If you die anyway, it will make a big difference whether you die in pain or with ease. What you've done is not in vain. I don't suppose it would be degrading."

"I see... maybe... we all just don't want to suffer, and we don't want to live."

Waltstein thought it was funny. Say something emotional while expressing an unexpected look.

Emotional instability... when I thought maybe something happened, Feng started talking again.

"The village of Canaan, just behind this fort, is the village of death. Everyone who lives there has some sort of problem, and nothing else can help them anymore, so they gather there to die. It has no purpose other than to smoke opium to relieve pain. So, whether we wander around to get supplies, or the army comes and asks for help, everyone just nicks and doesn't resist. Simply because some of them miss each other... because all of them are abandoned by their families."

Was that so?

"Ah... that's why I don't want to get them into a war like that. Waltstein, you must be a soldier, right? Can you get this war over with?

Waltstein breathed. I was going to say one word, but they told me the other way around. Military personnel are useless unless there is war. That's why some people just want to keep the war going. If you don't want him to think so, he'll tell you to get rid of it.

Waltstein creates a traffic surface and loosens the hole in his ear with his little finger.

"... my ears hurt. I don't want to be in this cage forever. But my strength alone cannot drive the Empire back. I'm sure we can count on your help this time, but with more troops in the fort, the war won't be easy enough to end. The enemy will move to stop the reinforcements, and the battle will continue here."

"Really... I guess so."

Feng said he knew that, but he cut the conversation off quickly. He looked straight out and didn't seem to be paying attention to us anymore. It's as if you can't do it, and Waltstein's pride hurt as much as he thought.

Honestly, I wanted to leave the one who didn't know the difference. When I saw him, he was a young man who had not yet grown up, and had no knowledge of life, no success, no failure, no barely experience, and no ability to accomplish anything. So if he lost interest, I thought we should go somewhere soon.

But Waltstein couldn't keep an eye on this young man. I wonder what bothered him so much... when he was stunned by me. Feng seems to have lost interest in this place, but what are you looking at now?

His gaze was on the other side of the wall, invisible from Waltstein. But since this is my fort, of course, I knew what was ahead. Feng sees the Imperial Army lined up on a plain stretching out in front of the fort. Be eager to keep an eye on us.

"... what would you do?

Waltstein leaned against the wall and asked with a voice to the extent that he said he could hear or not hear Phoenix sitting on it. His eyes, which he had just said were out of sight, slowly turned towards us. Waltstein, after all, was interested in the state of the war... and he started talking slowly.

"The state of the war is stuck. The Empire must attack the capital, New Amsterdam, in order to surrender the Brave Leader. But as long as we have Fort Bohemia, they won't be able to move here because they're in danger of being poked in the back.

I thought there might be reinforcements from the Empire just to keep us down, but when I see none so far, it appears that the Imperial General has a policy not to allow any further increases.

So if we keep attracting the Imperial Army and bring it here until the Brave Army is regrouped, we'll see a victory. I am confident. But the trouble is, I can't say for sure that I can win. The Brave Army is larger than the Imperial Army and has enough power to hold them out, but there are not enough generals without skill. As you can see from our last defeat, the Warrior Command has no scumbag generals, and besides that, it has no war intentions.

Expected but unknown Adventurer Commander to be dispatched by the Adventurer Alliance. Scarsaha trusts her partner, but if trust wins the war, the world will be filled with more love. If you're going to fight a duel again, you have to choose a battlefield. Our enemies are not fools, so we won't be able to lure them into favorable terrain like the last Riverliner.

Our tactics of using the volunteer army as a guerrilla force would be effective. But if we leave the fort and this falls, we will have no more power to resist the Warriors. How do you move in this situation? I won't surrender. "

Then Feng hardly thought about it.

"Why don't you cut the rear line?

It was quick to say yes. Perhaps the answer had already been decided in his head without explaining the situation. Waltstein is under a little pressure.

"Behind...? You mean the barracks? Of course, I thought about it first. However, in order to attack supplies brought in from the Empire, we must seize the exit from the Great Forest. However, we know that this is a weakness of the Empire, so they already have a defensive battle by building a castle here. You might be able to sneak up on a few of them. But it can't be dropped with that kind of combat power.

For example, if you want to regroup the brave army and make this place a place of duel, that's a good idea. If we win this, the Imperial Army will be forced to withdraw before they are cut off. However, in that case, the attacking side and the defense side will be replaced. Now we have to drop the enemy castle... but I don't know if the brave army today has enough power to do that. "

Waltstein thought it was enough to explain that they weren't doing anything. However, Feng did not change his opinion when he heard such a word, and said it with frustration.

"No, you don't have to. We don't have to have a big duel, but there are at most twenty people to beat here. Fifty people at most."

"…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Still, it's so little...."

Waltstein exclaimed. From my previous position, I have met sesame people who speak great languages for their birth. But this is the first time I've seen a bathhouse spread out like this.

"You can drop an enemy castle with only 50 men?

"No, I'm not aiming for the castle. It is foolish to go all the way to where the enemy is waiting. The best thing to do is raid the woods."

Waltstein had a little fun.

"... I see, you're on the move in the woods. That's a good idea. Especially since each adventurer is incredibly strong. But you don't know how prepared they are. According to the scout report, it is a thousand people, even though it is a small army, let's keep in mind that it is all regular soldiers. The Empire thinks it's possible to retreat if it's dropped here, so it's very carefully prepared."

"So....?

"That's why...."

Feng had no sign of affection at all. That face said it was natural for me to do that. I've seen many of these overconfident young people. And I wonder how they ended up. Waltstein laughed with his nose.

"This is ridiculous... because Scarsaha says he's the hero who saved the city, so I was hoping for a little... if you open the lid, well, this is it. You're just a blow job. What you're saying is, of course, something that makes you think, but it's almost just a desk theory. I'm not pure enough to give my life to something like that."

I see.

"I'm sorry, it's boring. You get out of the fort and report it to the guild, and you stay out of this fight. That's what you were going to do, wasn't it?

I see.

"What do you mean, a rear contact line...? Thank you for securing our rescue route. This will allow us to stay here for a while. Bye, then. It's good to see you."

Ah.

Feng no longer seemed to like Waltstein. His eyes looked at the battlefield boringly and he said it would be easy to clean up. I've never met a kid who made a fool of himself before. He was driven by the urge to kick down the slab wall where Feng was sitting, but he held back his heel.

I had no choice but to look forward to seeing what kind of guy would come. But when I actually met him, he was a funny kid with dead fish eyes. I made a fool of people and didn't get to talk about them at all. Waltstein kicked Dosdos and the ground off the spot.

And yet... why are you so disappointed? This looks like a maiden in love.

This is ridiculous. Let's just forget it. He took a deep breath and walked out trying to regain his coolness....

When you get back to your dorm, let's have some tea to calm you down. There must still be a little left of the warlord... he remembered the warlord, and he was also a nomad.

Waltstein turned his heel and walked again towards the wall where Feng was sitting. He told himself. Calm down, these wanderers, they can't help but measure with common sense. They are people who come from a world different from their own.

If you think about it calmly, it's not that bad. No matter how heavy a squad you are, you can't drive back an enemy soldier with 50 men. But on the contrary, failure is only 50 sacrifices.

"Are you sure you want 50 people?!

Then I'll bet on it. He thought so and called out to Feng, who was still looking boringly at the battlefield on the wall.