Isekai Taneuma

The Imperial Army finally collapsed with Feng, who led guerrilla troops and kept knocking on the supply line. The Imperial Army, which collapsed from small dust, no longer had the power to deter the Brave Army's offensive and was defeated and stabbed in the final battle at the Alma border.

As Feng and the others pulled out of the forest, the remnants of the Empire and the brave army were in the middle of their last offensive and defensive battle in Alma. Feng, who decided on a high scene, played with his status as he climbed the hill and watched the offensive, and found Gargantuar's name among the party members.

His name appeared suddenly, and he heard a call for mani help, and the brave men who found him rushed in to think about what he was doing.

"Oh, Feng! Well done! You are only 50 heroes who defeated 30,000 Imperial troops!

When Waltstein found the phoenix on the hill, he jumped off the black horse and rushed over with his hands wide open, hugging the phoenix. I didn't expect such a warm welcome, but all of a sudden he coughed with a mighty man.

"Hey! Get away, old man. I'm not glad the old man did that."

"Don't say that, I'm glad. Shut up and be welcomed."

"It's disgusting!

Feng twisted his body and ran away from the old man's hug, so he breathed roughly and put his hand on his knee. I appreciate your welcome, but is there any other way? Escaping from Waltstein's further embrace, which was of a hotter character than he thought, he asked Scarsaha for the status of the war, which seemed relatively calm.

"Mr. Scarsaha, we just got out of the woods. I think I won the finals, but what about the tail and neck after that? Looks like the rest of us are still here."

"Yes, the unsupply Imperial Army had a morale collapse and didn't have enough power to hit each other anymore. Two days ago, we won a meeting at the Alma border, and this war is over."

"Well, what about the donkeys you're doing at the royal castle?

"The Partisans of the Kingdom of Alma are entering and hunting down the remnants of the royal castle. Many of the brave army generals say we should drop the royal castle as soon as possible, but we gave the people a stop shot thinking about the future of the Alma kingdom. If we enter the castle like this, the Alma Nation will lose its chance of independence. Then the army will be transformed from an empire to an army of braves."

"Oh, I see, when I think about what you're doing, that's what I mean...."

Even though human beings and lives are a world where hair grew in the Middle Ages, is it because of the nomads that these feelings are so modern? As Feng nodded well, Waltstein took his place.

"Our brave army was called by King Alma. However, it would be pointless if the Alma Nation were gone. So I restrained them from doing anything else. They were reluctant at first, but in the end, it was all because of you that they struck the enemy, so they had to shut up."

"I was just disturbing my enemies in the back. Anyone who knows how to do it can do it."

"Don't be modest. It's up to you when no one can think of a way to do it."

"But... this operation would not have been possible if the Empire hadn't been tied to Fort Bohemia. If the Empire had been free to move around the territory, they might have been able to raise supplies whenever they wanted, and there might not have been any point in cutting off the food pipeline. In the first place, if it hadn't happened to you, New Amsterdam would have fallen a long time ago, and that's why this is your business. It's not me."

Waltstein glanced at Feng's troublesome words.

"... you're a greedy man. Normally, if you do this much, you're gonna make a lot more fuss.

"I don't think it's my business, so there's nothing I can do about it. You should be happy with yourself, because I'm just giving it away."

"Then my pride won't be forgiven. I'm still a soldier. I'm going to know who's best."

"I'm not a soldier, I'm not from this country. I don't know, just leave me alone."

Feng and Waltstein were rubbing hands on each other, and Scarsaha, who was looking at them, murmured bitterly.

"You two look alike... what you're saying and doing looks exactly the opposite, almost the same."

Perhaps when it reached both ears, they would have denied it in unison.

Alma Castle fell that day. When the sunset flag of the Alma kingdom was lifted to the royal castle, angry cheers rose from all over the castle town surrounding it.

Soon the leader of the Partisan arrived, thanking the brave army that was there, and welcoming them into the castle. With that in mind, the voice of nature and victory arose from the heroic army, which was now convinced of complete victory.

Regardless, the brave army, which totaled 30,000 troops, could not enter at once, so there were several brave army generals under the castle, followed by spectators dispatched by the Federation Congress. Among them was a phoenix party, and he went into the castle of Alma to be dragged by Waltstein, whilst telling himself why.

The castle town of the Alma kingdom remained beautiful even though it was stationed in the Empire. It may be natural because it was to avoid a fight, but the imperial castle was the only place where the last offensive and defensive battle was fought, and the claw marks of the war were vivid and unbroken. The beautiful white walls are covered with blast marks and blood stains.

Immediately after entering the royal castle, the hall was tied up with the remnants of the soldiers who occupied it. Those who were desperate and stunned with unfocused eyes, and those who realized their defeat and failed to commit suicide, were like seats overnight.

Scarsaha instructed Partisan to take those who died without an allowance to the infirmary and the others to be imprisoned somewhere else. The leader of the Partizan, who was a former junior guard, told him to put him in the dungeon because he had one, and took the soldiers to the dungeon.

And they discovered that King Alma was connected there.

"Your Majesty! Oh, my goodness...."

The leader of the Partizan, who found King Alma tied up in the jail, hurried over to King Alma, in haste to unlock the jail as he threw away the Imperial soldier he had brought with him.

How long have you been trapped here? The king, wearing worn-out clothes and wearing a ragged face, fell on the spot without strength when he was liberated, and his leader hurriedly lifted him up.

The king looked up at the leader with a dazed expression.

"Ooh... you're a nearby... right. Am I saved?"

"Yes, Your Grace! Thanks to all the brave men and women here."

When the leader introduces the phoenix who looked around them, the light returns to the eyes of the king, who had been dazed until then, and he looks around at the people around him, suddenly and without strength,

"So, did you guys get rid of the Imperial Army... I'm sorry."

When the king said so, he lowered his head so deeply that he did not think that a king of a country could do so. The leader tried to pick him up in a hurry, but the King held him back and said an apology as he stood.

"I am the one who invited the Imperial Army in. No amount of apology will be forgiven for that. But at that time, I had no better way to protect my people than to do so. The Empire has apparently been able to defeat you. But this wouldn't have happened if I hadn't invited them in the first place. That's why I think I have no choice but to be tried. But... I don't care what happens to me, but only the people... I need your help. That's my last request."

Please... that's how the King lowered his head deeply.

Everyone here, including the general of Kara Nation, was of ordinary origin. Therefore, speaking of small countries, I did not expect a person called royalty to bow his head to the common people with such a special attitude.

In this appearance, federal congressmen who were about to bomb the Alma Nation also lost their words to the boulders. I wonder if he's the only one responsible for the invasion of the Empire... and when they're lost, Waltstein walks out to push them.

"Long time no see, King. Please raise your head, I'm finally back to see you, and I'm in trouble for that look."

"You... oh! Waltstein or... the Empire told me you were being forced to fight in Bohemia, but I see... you..."

"Yes, as I declared when I left the country that day, I came back here as King Alma's soldier. None of the refugees who followed me have forgotten your gratitude at that time. It is only natural that we have expelled the Empire from this country. So don't tell me you saved me, please raise your head."

"But...."

Waltstein's right.

Supported by Waltstein, King Alma was patrolling, and he heard a voice echoing from unexpected quarters. The General of Kara Nation, who had been saying all the good things until now, whispered to the Federation Council's spectators.

"The Federation Congress said that the Alma Empire invited the Empire, but at that time, the Liberals were not willing to defy the Empire and were trying to allow the invasion. Our country and the Alma kingdom were trying to stop the invasion of the Empire until the end. I won't let you forget."

The warriors sent by Congress made a reluctant look. As a matter of fact, no one was sent here alone from the liberal countries of Kara. They were shouting at their parent empire until the war actually broke out, so they couldn't ride a winning horse all this time, so they decided to take it easy.

Nobody said anything about slamming King Alma without reading the air. The spectators looked at each other.

"We agree... but we're just dispatchers. We cannot draw a conclusion here. King Alma will have to go to the Federation Council in the future to explain the situation. I don't know what the consequences will be… If the best brave army is King Alma's army in the first place, no one will be able to say anything. Without them, Congress knows what would have happened to the Brave Leader."

"So...?

"At least we're not going to treat the king like a sinner. I will take the tired king to safety and let him rest."

A sigh of relief leaked from those gathered in the dungeon.

The leader of the Partisan thanked Waltstein, who had supported the king, and took King Alma, who was tired and furious, up the stairs in a hurry.

The royal castle had fought an offensive and defensive battle just now, but I wonder if there is a place where he can rest with peace of mind... anyway, everything is finally over. Everyone thought that if we put the remnants of the Empire in jail, we'd settle down.

"... have you finished your touching reunion? If you're happy, it's about time you let me out."

In the relaxed air, I heard a twisted voice with a faint echo.

The face of the brave army that liberated King Alma did not think that there were still others being captured, and turned to the voice in surprise... sitting in a cell blocked by steel doors like the King, with a skinny man throwing his feet out.

I felt that the clothes that had been trapped for quite a long time were worn out by circling the King and smelling even though they were not close. I think my hair was bright gold, but because I haven't washed my hair for a long time, it was hard and strange. The eye was a falling indentation, and the clavicle peeking into the chest appeared creepy, as if there was another creature in it.

Feng saw such a creepy man and felt disgusted and at the same time felt as if he had seen him somewhere before. As he leaned his head and followed his memory, he remembered the Dungeon of Versailles, where he had once been summoned, from a place called the Dungeon of the Castle.

"You... Isaac! Isaac XI!?

Feng shouted, and the soldiers who were there paid attention to him at once. But most of us here were brave men, and nothing could confirm that he was Isaac XI.

Everyone is really confused that this sick man who is about to die is Sir Hermes Isaac of the glorious Palace of Versailles....

"It doesn't suit sex to be called the Eleventh. It's like a dead man. Is that what you're saying... Feng-white?! That's... Jeanne d 'Arc! I see... it's ironic that you guys who left my castle at that time can't help you here... fate."

Feng was frustrated by Isaac as if he were other HR.

"Who's here to help? I didn't even know you were here!

"What, you hate it....."

"Of course! Because of who I think I'm struggling in this unfinished world! The people they summoned with were killed, and me and Jeanne are still being called brave men and chased by the Imperial Army? It's all your fault!

Hmm.

Isaac snorted annoying.

"On the day you were summoned, you were happy to have a woman with you. You were excited to be called a brave man and to be able to take an adventure. I want you not to hit me because my arm came off."

"At that time, my feelings were still boiling, and I thought it was like a dream! I don't know how to get home, but I'm telling you, do you have shit or something?"

"Either way, you ran away, and there's nothing you can say anymore. I don't care if those brave men are dead."

"Oh, I see. Then I don't have a stepsister to help you."

As Feng was staring at his back teeth, Waltstein, who was watching the interaction, approached.

"Hey, is it true this is Sir Hermes Isaac XI?

"Oh, definitely. This kind of attitude is the proof."

"... I don't know if that's evidence, but if you guys call it a brave man, it's true. What do we do?"

"What do I do...?

Whatever it meant, Feng leaned his head, but it was not a word thrown at him, it was a question to Scarsaha and the brave face behind it.

They are uniformly frowning and making a traffic surface. Why do you look like that? Waltstein briefly explained that they were twisting their necks to wonder if there was a reason why they didn't want to actively help Isaac.

"We captured Sir Hermes Isaac XII, who was the general of the Imperial Army, in the last duel. In the future, the Brave Leader's policy was to try him as a war criminal and seek compensation from the Empire. But when Isaac XI came out here, the story changed. XII originally sent troops to the brave leader to search for him, who turned his back on the Empire. If we save him and take him into custody, we will not be invaded by the Empire, but simply become involved in the Hermes War of Succession. At least the Empire will say so."

"So... this is the poisonous manju left by the Empire?

"I didn't think that eclampsia XII was really imprisoned just to find him. I always thought it was a murder...."

When Waltstein told him to throw up, Isaac, who had heard it, smiled with a faint smile.

"That's a shame. The uncle you captured is just a puppet of the Empire. He was only used by the Imperial Army."

"Well, I know there's a shard over there..."

Waltstein put his hand on the sword on his hips.

"How could it be that you weren't here from the beginning?

The slurry and pulled out sword shined brightly under the light. Isaac looked up at Waltstein with his triple white eyes as he was pushed through the jail.

"... you are Waltstein. You're the Reaper to me. I can't believe you, the dog of the Empire, are now pointing your sword at me as one of the brave armies... a man who hates me deeply. If we meet in the next life, we will eradicate them all."

"Hmm... before that, I'll see you in hell."

Their breathing sounds are loud and clear. The people surrounding them thought they had to stop, but no one could move. and then,

"Wait! Mr. Waltstein!"

While the air was spreading, a man jumped out. It was Terry who led the guerrilla unit with Feng. He pulled Waltstein out of jail to throw him out, and he stood between him and Isaac.

"Many of the volunteers are refugees from Hermes. Neither I nor they are Isaac-sama's followers, to say the least. I know there are circumstances, but please! I wonder if Isaac's life is the only thing that can save us!

As for Waltstein, he was simply pointing his sword at it with the intention of intimidating it. All of a sudden, he seemed surprised to be stuck in a trusted companion.

And then, from the unexpected, he showed his loyalty to himself and felt something about Isaac in the jail... he stopped giving a challenging look just now, with a dangerous, calm, yet unspeakable look that is about to come.

"... are you a Hermes people?"

"Yes, Isaac, Lord Robert XII is important to us, but you are still Lord Hermes to us. I'm really... really glad I was able to help you."

"I see....."

When Isaac heard the words, he shrugged down his shoulders as if the thread that had been stretched had been cut, and placed cheats and backs on the walls of the cell.

"... King Alma, who sold me to the Empire, was honest with me. But I think so now. He is a fine man. At the right time, he bet on a coin called me to make sure he was protecting his people. Compared to that, I couldn't protect you. Forgive me."

"Dear Isaac...."

Waltstein, who had become a total villain after being shown his subordinate relationship over the prison, slapped his tongue and put the sword back into the sheath.

So the tight air eased and time started to move again. The remnants of the Empire were incarcerated one after the other, and the guards hurried to bring the key bundle to the cell to rescue Isaac. Scarsaha approached Waltstein from such a busy crowd.

"Walt, you're threatening everybody too much. I'm not impressed."

"I know, I just wanted to say it. So, actually, what are you going to do now?

"That's not up to us, is it? However, as you are right, it is certain that the course of war will change depending on the treatment of Eleven. We should keep him alive until Congress decides."

Well then, you're still living under house arrest for a while. Good for you, Eleven. Save my life. "

Waltstein ironically said that Isaac, who had been rescued from prison, pushed his supporting hand closer to him.

"Wait! Weren't you Scarsaha...?

Waltstein talked to him over his shoulder as if he didn't know where he was going. Scarsaha answers what she wants.

"Yes, Your Highness. You and I have only met once before you realized something."

"I see... I've seen you before... what a strange creature you are."

He murmured so emotionally, but immediately shook his head with a bull.

"No, not if you miss it. Besides, you can't keep me under house arrest. I still have something to do."

"Do I have to...? Do you think I'm in a position to get your opinion?"

Even as Waltstein pushed in, Isaac continued to ignore the words in a frustrating manner.

"If you don't want to hear it, do it yourself. But can you tell me what's going on?

"... I can't talk about it."

Waltstein rejected Isaac's sudden plea without saying so. Either way, as I said earlier, they don't have the authority to decide. In a few days, a Federation congressman will be here, so they asked me to do it, and they tried to take Isaac into custody again.

But as they interacted, a little shadow popped up in front of Isaac, who was about to be taken.

"Wait. Listen to what you have to say. That's good, right?

Mary, a blonde purple-eyed priest, stood up to protect him.

"Everybody blames him, but he's not that bad. I've known Isaac since he was a baby. He came to see me frequently even when I grew up and became great. For me, who was trapped in the castle, he was like a brother and a few friends. So please, just listen to me."

"Mary... I see, you were here, too."

Isaac is extremely impressed. Feng looked at them and said to Waltstein and Scarsaha, who looked reluctant.

"Well, don't you mind listening to me? I mean, he's right, there's no judgment unless you ask him. If you don't have other love, you just ignore it, and if it's important, you may not get it back."

"... I can't help it. Talk to me."

Feng and Mary taught me how to break Waltstein. When Isaac thanked him, he started talking about what he had to do again.

"As you said earlier, this Heroic invasion is not my uncle's monopoly. He was only well instigated by his fame. Someone else used him to set up this operation."

"I guess...."

Waltstein thought it was his successor, Sir Orpheus Caligula... but it was a different name that came out of Isaac's mouth.

"I've seen him before... or he's the one who locked me up here. My uncle wanted to kill me in order to gain power, but I was afraid of him until the end. No, I mean, I'm afraid he took it away from my men....."

"... the story goes round and round. Who the hell is that?

"It's a man named Pizarro. His rank in the Imperial Army is not so high, but Lord Orpheus seems to have bought him. I don't know much about it, but it seems he's a wanderer from another world."

"Even pizzaro...!?

The name was not Waltstein, Scarsaha, or Mary, but Feng was the first to react. The gaze gathers to him, who raised his voice in a blank voice.

"Pizarro means... Francisco Pizarro?

"Ah, that's definitely the name... do you know it?

"I know nothing... I'm a super celebrity."

Born in the kingdom of Castilla, Francisco Pizarro gained control of Peru from Spain, a united kingdom bought from his experience of exploring the New World when he was young. Having received the inscription of King Carlos I of Spain, he destroyed the 100,000 Inca empires there with a mere 180 gestures, which became the basis of South American Spanish domination for a long time to come, and he was passed on as a hero to future generations.

However, the direction of the wind changed in 1992. Five hundred years after Columbus's discovery of the New World, a ceremony to commemorate it was taking place in developed countries, including the United States. As the developed countries floated in festivities, demonstrations began to criticize them in South America.

They, the South Americans, were the descendants of a civilization once destroyed by Spain and Portugal, and Columbus, who discovered the New World from them, was the worst conqueror in history. I don't know what developed countries are willing to do to honor them as great people.

Immediately after the end of the Cold War, there was a spiral of reflection on imperialism in the world. It was at this time that the Western countries learned that they were being resented by South Americans for the first time, and the festivals turned into a solemn mood.

When we began to look into it, we began to find evidence of young and unmanned behavior in South America by the great men of the Great Navigation Age. Columbus was not an adventurer dreaming of the discovery of the New World, but rather a villain who suddenly slaughtered the natives without treating them as human beings. Other Admirals and generals were similar.

Pizarro was one of them. Until then, the heroes whose portraits were used in Spanish currency changed their reputation almost overnight to the destroyers who destroyed the great Inca civilization.

"He has changed his reputation a lot since a certain time, but the fact remains that he destroyed 100,000 kingdoms with only 180 people. I'm sure he's a finger-pointing conspirator in the West."

"Conspirator... I mean, was this war his way of thinking?

"Possibly."

"But what did you do this for? The Empire didn't have to do any war. That's how you're defeated.

"Perhaps to take the hermes from me completely."

Isaac answers Waltstein's questions.

"Take nothing, you are no longer Lord Hermes, but the Empire has long ruled the Hermes realm.

But Isaac shook his head.

"No, it doesn't make sense to conquer in form. Each of our five great powers is named after a guardian spirit of its own country. It means that the country is protected by its spirits."

"I see... so?

"My ancestor, the first Ser Hermes, was one of those protected by the Spirit. Did he think that something like this would happen one day, during the War of the Brave 300 years ago, he made his own grave and hid his legacy there? Fine-tune it so that it can only be opened by your legitimate successor. I was going to find it and make it a trump card to fight the Empire again....."

"Did Pizarro take the lead? If he acquires the legacy, Sir Hermes' position will be in jeopardy....."

"Oh, yeah."

"But if what you say is true, you're not the only one who can take possession of that legacy. You have a right to him, but we have him."

"I can't do that."

Isaac bites his back teeth bitterly.

"The first generation hid the place from us, our descendants, so as not to be robbed of our heritage. As a hint, I left a book called Hermes... which Pizarro took away from me. The first generation was a thoughtful person, and I can't understand the content just by looking at it. But if anyone with it finds the grave, we don't know what will happen."

"Maybe it's the key to the legacy."

"Perhaps... even if the lineage was the key, there is a question of how far to include it. If it's a straight line of boys, it's only me and my uncle, but if it's a side line, there are as many of them as there are. There will be many women who have been embraced in play just because they are not recognized."

"Well, if you ask me... there's no security for kinship."

Feng, who was listening in silence beside him, told the two of them to hold their mouths. He was bracing himself.

"Let's sort this out. So Pizarro was trying to eliminate you and XII in this war and gain the legacy of being the rightful heir to Hermes. That's what's happening right now... a terrible story."

"When he caught me, he said he wanted the priest's men. Perhaps by taking me hostage, you're making two of my men complain..."

"It's only a matter of time before we find the royal tomb. Unfortunately, Isaac, you won't be able to bloom back into Lord Hermes."

"Don't say it like other HR. Don't you guys regret getting hit so far!?

Isaac shouted, and the brave men had a difficult look on their faces. Certainly, if what we're talking about now is true, they will have been caught up in a war on their own. And with all the damage we've suffered, we're not going to get any protection.

"If you say so, you've been robbed of the Hermes Book at heart, you won't be able to chase me anymore. If there's anything else they can do, they'll take it back where they found it."

Feng said so, Isaac shook his head.

"No, I have a clue. I have been reading Hermes many times to solve the mystery of the royal tomb. After all, I didn't know what it was, but I only found out that there were important symbols in it."

"Symbol...? What kind?"

Then Isaac drew a strange pattern on the dusty floor at his feet.

"... this seems to be a mark representing the tomb keeper of the royal tomb. The first generation decided to have a tribe in the big forest defend the tomb. If they were alive, they would still be using this symbol as a symbol of the village. If we can find it, we can get beyond Pizarro."

Feng looked at the symbol and doubted his eyes.

"Is this the mark that represents the grave keeper...?

"Ahh... do you know?

I know nothing about it, but it was recently seen in a labyrinth in the valley that I stopped by before I reached the Heroic Regime. In other words, Isaac meant the Gargantuar tribe.

As soon as he arrived at the idea, he remembered that he had just attempted a party chat to contact Gargantuar on the hill. At that time, Gargantuar did not respond and instead heard a mani voice. The voice was clogged somewhere, and I thought I heard a call for help... Feng frowned and chewed his lower lip.

"Oh, you know. I've seen the mark before. And Pizarro seems to have reached the cemetery....."

How do you know that? Ignoring the voice, Feng desperately began to wonder how he could help them thousands of kilometers away. I can't chat anymore... if there's anything else I can try...

He stared at the Gargantuar script, which seemed to be his status.