Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

Armor rings. Horse armor also rings. It echoes the steel that cannot be found in the flesh. It's noisy. The darkness is not doing any good where I hated the agony and closed my eyes. Tongue punching.

Armor glows. Horse armor also glows. The moonlight and torch are lit back to shake the glow at night. It's a horrible thing. Lighted fire, not to take a break, is nothing but ominous. Rock your teeth.

Throw zero exhalation into the humidity of the night...... Severi Kalisalmi was uncomfortable on the horse.

"Report! The brave have taken the path towards Xi Qipura for the north and northwest!

"Good luck! Keep going. Hit perimeter alert!

If the commander of the withered voice had commanded him aloud, the scouting light cavalry ran away to the dark hills, barking with understanding. It looks like a feather worm that emits phosphorescent light as it becomes invisible from afar. I think it suits you when it comes to suiting you in the summer.

Severi tried to entrust consciousness to the inner feel of the helmet. Accepting the heat and bitterness irresistibly, it also throws at the future of this arguably barren tracking line.

Find out what to do. What do we do then? I can't believe we're fighting.

Two heavy cavalry platoons one hundred horsemen, four light cavalry platoons two hundred horsemen, two spear infantry squadrons five hundred graduates, four bow infantry platoons two hundred graduates… Together, this force of a thousand is the result of the Kalisalmi leadership. The Salmant Army is an instant guerrilla squad of all shapes as they make their way through our territory with their faces open.

Severi, after inheriting the countenance to her sister Katya, withdrew her hand from any part of the territorial government and now lives as a horseman of the heavy cavalry of this unit. It is the position of platoon leader who commands fifty horsemen.

"Dear Severi, my army is going to take a path northwest and try to get ahead..."

The commander came all the way over here to say that. A man who was, and still is, a colonel of the leadership.

"Do as you please. Don't check with me."

"... we're the only ones here. I still think we should take the original sequence and get to it."

"That's just a stupid idea. Sir's words are illusions that no longer exist. Do your real job."

Severi closed the face covering of her helmet. I hate annoyance.

The former Countess Principal is now only a cavalier. Besides, he's under surveillance. Severi just distorts her cheeks into a small space of steel, because I'm guessing it's a problem with her eyes where she put it. I think he was a dead soldier in his absence and left a beautiful story behind.

Do you want to die this night?

Ask yourself. Severi snorted. That's because I didn't know it was there. There's no way it's going to be a fight. I must have just been ordered to chase him, and there must be no swords to be drawn to his death.

The opponent now being pursued by a guerrilla group of a thousand people is a special and special army. Its 5,000 horsemen, who began northward from the Etheramaki territory, the southernmost part of the kingdom, with the sunlight on their backs, also magnified their white uniforms, flying symbols of God combined with bows and arrows and crossbows as military flags.

Knights of the Holy Grail. It's the Holy Grail Knights.

Holy army, the most powerful army on the continent. It is an unfulfilled military force that binds neither the laws of the kingdom nor the laws of the empire. Even ethical morality does not exist before them, and it is only recognised that it was what would have sobered them after they wanted to act. A brilliant, unquestioned, dazzling and awesome flash… The Knights of the Holy Grail is like a thunderstorm of divine authority.

Who is such a leader of five thousand horsemen? Nor could anyone who leads an army like a sacred disaster be an ordinary man.

A brave man. A brave man.

Just like once, as if history were repeated, the valiant and the Knights of the Holy Grail appear to the south and march north. Who can stop pushing? Without a doubt, they fly the flag of God, because they destroy the enemy without resistance, without power, without mercy.

The Salmant army, wary of the realm, said it had dropped off five thousand horsemen without any exchanging. I think Severi will have to do that. Reality sometimes forces humiliation on people.

The villages on the northbound road, they said, lay down on the ground, and provided food supplies faster than they were asked. I think Severi will have no choice but to do that. Reality sometimes imposes servitude on people.

How brave and diligent he was, the only thing he could think of was a foul-painted death. If there was anything more to visit than the divine realm that looked down and blessed it, it would be better than throwing yourself out and begging forgiveness.

The heavens and the earth are vast, and people and so on are tiny and boring. That's reality.

Though everything is pointless... a thousand people move on.

The scout's light cavalry returns busily. The infantry line is squarely neat without anyone to see. There is no private language, seriously, everyone he keeps after the holy army. Severi was just rocked by a horse.

How many breaks did it take and how many days did it keep following in silence?

It seemed like a failure ahead of time.

White 5,000 rides are fast. Fast even to advance the field of irresistance. It is a herd of pure cavalry that does not involve either foot soldiers or heavy troops. It is a march where it is impossible, unscrupulous and reckless from military law. Troops are forces. If you operate in that way, you will lose combat capability immediately.

So it's natural to have unplanned clichés to keep you going while you can fight.

One village had been crushed.

The houses are burned, the livestock slaughtered, and those who managed and lived them are rolling here and there. Supplies had also been taken, but not by roots, and many seemed to have been burned, as others did.

Apparently, it was caused by the refusal to release supplies.

There was no room in this village. Earlier in the civil unrest, the Kalisalmi leadership asked for supplies, and then the northern horseback riding army… was raided by that “fire" to plunder the surplus. Territorial administrations where centrally administered have given priority to rearmament over those fillings. Rather, he may have imposed labor to repair the damage in the territorial capital.

It was left in the world, this village. It was taken away, unprotected, and forced to draw. So I held a grudge. I got stubborn. And that led to fatal consequences.

"Son of a bitch... he always stomped on us... and he made a fool of himself..."

With the rubble of the burned house on his back, the man with no burn residue and uncertain meat or clothes roared.

"Oh... why... everything will be taken away... this world, what..."

The hand of the last man to breathe with a curse on his mouth was muddy. There was an exuberance of dust beside me. If Severi had paid dirt twice and three times, there was a little child's carcass lying down to shrink, telling him what it meant for a man to have spent his last strength. Blood, meat, charcoal, mud... all breathed mixed together.

Thousands became nine hundred and fifty. Because a commander, a colonel of the leadership, left a platoon of spear infantry in the village. We were to proceed without rest about that night. No dissatisfaction was raised. Everyone was oligarchy.

The clouds are dripping snugly. The night is gloomy. Repeated several times, soaked and tired as if in this endless march...... Severi groaned pompously.

"Weakness is... sin?

Reality is always cruel. Neither dwarfiness nor fragility are held as virtues. Weakness perishes, strength rejoices. It is the truth that is pierced, large and small. There is no good or evil there. That's the only way the world can be.

So Severi lives misery by defeat, and the guerrillas, consisting of nine hundred and fifty men, rather than quietly pursuing after five thousand horsemen. Dyed with melancholy, it pulls off the void, and follows a path that you may not know will take you anywhere... I wonder if you will sooner or later devote yourself to muddy soil.

That's what weakness means. You should have known that. Something that I was unquestionably convinced of, but now makes me wrinkle at Severi's brow root.

Surface covering raised. View the east sky.

The night grows more yellow than the horizon. The blurry and scattered clouds also had a peach shade. There is no grandeur. It is not beautiful compared to the sky painted. But somehow I can't keep my eyes open.

"This is..."

Severi thought of those who lived in the village. The people who cultivate the land where there is the greatest majority in the land. They said they would get out of their crude beds with dawn and work in the fields first, faster than preparing a qualitative breakfast. Never seen or experienced it, but as an exchange man's knowledge Severi learned it.

I knew it. But... I didn't know this. I was unintentionally speaking to myself.

"... this is the morning"

Severi found out. Thus begins the morning of those who live with the earth. Smells like dirt. That was familiar with what I inhaled in the village ahead. Severi roared sensing something spreading and rooting in her chest.

Disgruntled stems grew. The leaves of doubt grew.

It is no different from the reality of human life to the certainty that it is convenient for the strong. I also think that the whole human race is so weak that it cannot be disputed as irrational that it has to be as strong as it is in it. Society is neither strong nor rich enough to survive on the basis of weakness.

"This morning... Whose is it?

But Severi thinks.

Even if it were weak and stupid, that village should have made a solid living under its own responsibility. As the inhabitants of Count Kalisalmi's territory, they should have been the ones who should have welcomed this morning as they leaked their absences.

If it was ravaged by enemy forces, it would still be fine. Let's convince ourselves that the thief attacked us. The same is true even if it is withered to death by repression. Only to confirm the presence of the strong and the weak as the cruelty of human endeavour. We only know that resentment was born and that humans were dirty.

The rise and fall of a group and the life and death of an individual… the reason for the survival of the strong and the demise of the weak… Severi does not doubt it.

But it was supposed to be reason for man by man. Win or lose, man was man, and it was all supposed to be what man should taste as a human being.

"Brave man... brave man..."

Severi knows the brave as sacred. The church teaches that miracles are the appearance of receiving flesh. Those priests who interpret God and represent God and represent God affirm that it is God's will.

"The brave one... a word that sounds great..."

I wasn't convinced.

Severi is not going to say anything more about being killed or killed. I was in politics, and this is how it is still on horseback about the military. I don't have a childish fantasy in mind.

Still, even so, something hot sticks to my chest.

Severi had a sin department that she was carrying. This is not the case under Kingdom law. It is not the same as the absurdity that stumbles into the hearts of those who kill people. Something bigger. It's worse. If you're aware of that weight, you can always hear that man.

"One hundred and twenty thousand generals led by your father, thirty thousand generals who went out to the wreck plains to support it, guards of the Fort Front, ten thousand generals including the former Earl of Peterius... don't count the imperials, can the people also count the kingdom side? Will it add up to about 200,000 people? What I'm saying...... you know what I'm saying, right?

Death. Responsible for death. The massive death that has occurred in the sphere of responsibility of the Kalisalmi family has cursed Severi's life without any slight diminution of his succession to the title. It is a contamination that will never be cleaned. It's a heavy chain of bitterness.

That's why I think it's scary. That man...... Marco Hahato is like a demon. It is upright without shaking with firm will, even though it would carry the same cursed and dirty suffering. He's awesome. Severi can't even imitate it.

But Marco Hahato is definitely human.

If you were unconscious or insensitive to all of us as humans, then you can't emit “heat”. Human beings echo each other's lives. If you're a monster, you can't beat a man named Severi with a sense of defeat. If you are the same person, it is strength and weakness and victory and defeat.

"... God's Flag... Destroyed Like a Natural Disaster..."

That village's death had been left there. The Brave Men and the Holy Grail Knights picked up nothing but a handful of supplies. There was no curse, no grudge, no place for everything to go. Survivors, a thousand horsemen, all looked at it with a shriveled face. I accepted that it was something like this. There was nothing I could do about it.

"Holy Brave... Holy Knights..."

Severi looked up at the now dawn sky and repeatedly groaned as she dampened her insensitive beard with her feverish breath every time she vomited. There was something that pushed me up more than I could. It's a beat. Strong. Looks like even the armor will shake.

"Step on it... did you make a fool of yourself?

No. Five thousand rides hasn't even skipped the village.

"The world... bad?

No. Five thousand horsemen came from the outside of the world and crushed the village.

"Of weakness... sin?

No. Five thousand horsemen exchanged brutality in their own goodness, not strength.

The wrath flower was about to open. He was trying to represent the colours of a vibrant passion.

Severi took off her helmet and exposed her face to dirt on the horse. I trembled in the wind stroking my sweat. My heart was frightened by the expanded vision. Weakness is a sensitive thing at all. The world is rigorous without change of phase. There are no signs or other fine dust that will softly wrap Severi's life.

"Brave... brave, huh?"

I couldn't breathe. My back teeth are making noises in small pieces. I can't move as my neck thinks. My cheeks are cramped. The armor also began to ring. The sword on his hips is also trembling.

Severi couldn't tell.

Anger or fright...... which of those causes this endurance that stiffens the whole body?

"If a brave man becomes brave as truth, why shouldn't he bear the filth of man?

My head rushed out of my mouth. It leaked once. It couldn't be stopped anymore.

"If you're human, you should get dirty. How can we remain sober by burning villages with violence and abandoning the mutilations? If you commit atrocious outrages and move ahead without any shame, without being reproached, without being thoughtful and indiscriminate... if holiness is absolute... it is not human"

Words overflowed. Looks like a runoff. Severi cried out in disgrace.

"To those who are not human...... you mean the people of Kalisalmi have been killed!!

The tremor was a sign, or the whole body was buoyant and made Severi bark at the words. Push back what you claim toward the world. I spit and ran it.

"I won't admit... I won't admit it! Not sharing reason, not feeling, but only showing holy beings from heights, etc... what do you think we are! What do you think humans are! You... monsters!!

If I put it that way, Severi would have been good at it later.

"Our chasing opponents are no more than brave men! That's what the Church found out to admit! It doesn't matter if the Holy Grail Knights follow! How can something that is not human know courage! How can a man who knows no courage be a brave man! His people tearing up innocent humans under the guise of white... his people wielding unconscionable violence against people... what's different from those who nest in magic? Same! Demons! Aren't you a bunch of demons!!

He tried to spit blood and raised his voice, and Severi cried. Tears that did not involve whimpering gushed later on, teaching them emotions that rolled in their rough breaths as well.

If you noticed, the nine hundred and fifty walks had stopped.

Everyone was watching Severi. There was a zero drop in everyone's eyes. Severi looked over at them with surprise. It was discovery. There were nine hundred and fifty courageous men gathered there.

"Well done... well said"

It is the commanding colonel of the guerrillas who has entered. My cheeks are still wet.

"We obey the life of Master Severi. Use our lives... to fight, please?

Severi's neck moved smoothly in the longitudinal direction.

The military flag of the Kalisalmi Army was raised high in the sunny weather.

"The enemy is fast! We're only going after cavalry! Infantry come later! Be sure to catch up!"

Under the first order, a group of courage, divided into three hundred horsemen and six hundred and fifty graduates, soon began to run. He began a desperate battle to fight a demon named Brave.

But reality is brutally ruthless and makes sense on the battlefield.

And all nine hundred and fifty of them were slain, and their carcasses were cast down into mud.

The Brave and the Holy Grail Knights head north. of a glorious presence, as it were.