It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Back in "Lisatia," the carriage already waited for me when I got off town.

When I turned to Mr. Dragon during the transformation, he seemed to contact me because he would snort back.

I thought I'd take a walk, but it's a happy miscalculation.

"Hiro!! How'd it go!?

Liz, who made me peek in the face from the carriage for a moment, asks.

"Master Rostee came too. We could talk."

"Huh? How... No way..."

Surprised face Liz. Right? I think so too.

He said he came aboard Mr. Dragon.

"That's amazing. Wow...... Respect......"

Remember curiosity even in old age, the pursuit of convenience is the future we aspire to.

"What about the soldiers?

"Mm-hmm. We could talk. He said we could meet tomorrow."

"Well, I guess it's just processing submissions today"

"You read the report somewhat, didn't you? I've divided the ruling papers."

To that word, I stare at the praise and Liz. I didn't really like paperwork, but I appreciate it.

When I gently stroke my head, I narrow my eyes with joy.

"Thank you. It helps."

"Eh heh. Because Hiro is working hard!!

Looking at Liz smiling softly into her mood, Taro and Hime, who saw her stroked, hiccup her face from the side.

"Ah, there was a new wolf child coming to Master Norweh. Even the palace family."

"Heh!! It's a little early, isn't it?

"At times. She was cute."

"Wow, I want to see!!

While we talk about that, I even think about Taro and Hime.

Enjoy dinner with the paperwork in one hand and take a slow bath after a while to relieve the fatigue of the journey.

If you realize it, it's respectful of you to have sprinkled paperwork on the bed and slept with it.

The twelfth of November was a relatively mild dawn. For a body accustomed to the cold on the north side, gentle cheerfulness is pleasant.

Have breakfast with Liz, wrap her armies around and get in the carriage.

The northern soldier yard of the pleasure district sees a leading army wrapped in unspeakable enthusiasm as the cold wind begins to blow.

Heat enclosed. Magma who seems to be able to play it now. Hot air is swirling and typhoon-like pressure is blowing around.

More than two thousand members of the 'Lisatia' leadership remain disciplined and beautifully aligned. I am deeply satisfied with the control of not having a single cough.

What morale. Fight for the people to protect. Disclosure of just one existential significance (Resondatore). I guess that's what you're expecting and anxious about the feeling of coming.

"Gentlemen..."

I stood on the stage and said quietly.

I've already forgotten what 'charisma' feels like. You don't have to rely on a toy like that.

This status quo now. All events are under my responsibility. Then I'll tell you. Everyone said it was my expression.

Gentlemen.

The gaze concentrates with the pressure of reality. Each and every one of my men, whose name and face I learned.

Before those who thirst for my word, I speak quietly and calmly.

"Gentlemen!!

Along with the shouting, a constant attitude of attention is taken. I feel touched by that wave tao without Ray but without loosening.

Good. That's it. Thank you to everyone who has accompanied me in my military knowledge of wanderings. And I must take this irreplaceable man to the battlefield to his death.

Then let me tell you something. Why are you heading to the battlefield?

"Gentlemen, I hate war."

Words from the back of my mind ride the wind and cover the squad field loosely. Magic vegetarian movement. Along with my heights, nature and art combine. The voices that are vomited reach the ears of many.

"Gentlemen, I hate war."

Morale, I feel depressed. Well, I guess so. They deny the significance of their existence. That's from the top, too.

What have we been working out for? Will the man who instructed it deny it? Negative emotions come from their eyes, from their will, like heat.

"Gentlemen, I hate war"

Meditate. I get it. Words that are now born in everyone's heart. Why is that?

"Many of you have been born and have gone through battle. Hunting beasts, hunting compatriots, hunting enemies. Besides, have you ever remembered the voidness?

Ask.

"In the flats, in the woods, in the roads, in the squares, in the towns, in the houses, in the halls, in the castles, in the fortifications, in the skies. Now exactly, there are numerous acts of war taking place"

The wide spread arm grabs the sky.

"Gentlemen, I hate every act of war being waged on this earth"

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. But I do. I hate fighting. I don't want to fight no matter how much I train. Now everyone and my heart are connected. I became one and the same.

"The first time my father took me and hunted my prey. Your hearts must have been lit. An unshakeable, complacent heart. I shouted to the world that beating someone meant something like this."

The joy of survival. Experience of breaking. Declaration to your own world.

"I would have been angry that the so-called violence would take a life without cause. To bandits, to corrupt powers, to incomprehensibility. Failure to protect the weak would have revealed a trembling, sleepless night in anger"

Anger at violence. It should also be called absolute evil, hatred of violence.

"Have you ever lost someone you're close to? Who committed and destroyed the beloved, dear, with violence? Haven't you cursed God then?

pity of loss. pity for all who have died unemployed.

"Look at your friends beside you. Trying to have a tough day, looking like one of my friends who kept having it. Honor yourself. You, by your will, are now in this very spot."

The pleasure of reaching. Long-day consideration.

"Gentlemen, 'Lisatia' is in a crisis of survival for the first time since its establishment"

No one goes out of sight while looking around.

"What is an act of war, violence? That's just an expression of desire. Your beloved" Lizzatia "is that the people of" Lizzatia "are about to be invaded by such boring things."

Lie down for a moment, face up.

"Gentlemen, we must carry out an act of war that we hate, precisely now, here"

I should have asked.

"That's why!!

Why? Now everyone's eyes ask. Why.

"Protect the innocent people who are invaded by violence. Don't turn away from your own inner cry. Fight cowardice. Bark at the joy of beating. You are not alone. Friends beside you will always accomplish it together."

Hot air rising with fuzz. My gaze drifts out of the area fluffy. Diffusion of consciousness.

"Gentlemen. Loyal and courageous men who follow me. What the hell do you want now?

Ask there. Not all of them individually. The diffused will converge rapidly.

"Victory..."

Only one voice sounds. A voice that is gradually chanted.

"What is victory!!

"Protect the people... protect them!!

Protect. Protect. Protect it. It'll be good. I'll go out with you. It starts here. Long and long suffering. I'm sure killing people will be hard. But I'm ready. So I'll hang out till the end. I'll take the lead.

"Gentlemen. I hereby affirm this damned, bloody blade thunder pouring down, harsh act of war. I hate war. Fine, I'll do what I want. Crawl into the mud, sip the blood of your friends, but I will. To defend the people, to wage war, and to win."

With a sense of panacea, I ask.

"What do you want?

"War!! Victory!! War!! Victory!!"

The overflowing heat rushes through heaven. The sound of the shoe being trampled on plays audio that just destroys the world.

"Good. Then it's war. We are gripping fists shaken up in front of greedy maggots. It's not enough for a maggot not to eat God blessed 'Lisatia'"

Let's scream. So, if it clears everyone's mind. I'll take everything. So let's scream now.

"It's the Great War. And triumph. Strong old man after a long training. I dare you all. Maggots, etc., say they are scum. Win!!

"Victory!! Victory!! Victory!!

exaltation and just a little voidness. There is no guarantee that everything will work out. How much of this will be lost? Still, I move on. For the people to protect.

"Better than this, enter the wartime system!! I look forward to your struggle!!

Get off the stage in front of the hot boiling squad.

My legs flutter because of so much tension and too much effort. My head is also somewhere dreamy.

< sue. Confirmed skills off existing concepts. Received new skill requirements. Requirement definition, completed. Designed, done. Build……. Build complete. Apply for source…… >

The discerning teacher starts to tell abruptly. That, I didn't do anything this time... Hey?

< Declaration. Application passed unanimously >

< Notice from Skill 'Acquired'. Conditions for skill 'Acquisition' have been fulfilled. "The Voice of Zhu (Kelukeion)" 1.00. Applicable Skills Consolidated >

Wow, I took the liberty of making new skills. I guess it's a combination of "Wind Magic" and "Charisma". Hermes is also the god of command, the god of the wind, so it sounds like it.

Commanders are good at specializing in missiles.

With a bumpy head and a foothold, we head to Liz, who is visible in front of us.

Am I laughing now?