Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

On the way out, a pile of corpses had been built.

No, seriously.

It's not a metaphor or anything. Really.

The identity of the body that is the mountain is the end of the Imperial Army that attacked it in the elves.

The Imperial Army, led so far by Natsume-kun, fought the elves and then was attacked by the Demon King's Army in a way that was sandwiched from behind, in scattered eyes and disintegrating.

Of course, there are quite a few survivors, but they are struck at a level that can be called total annihilation in a military sense.

If the casualties exceed 30%, would they be wiped out?

Forty percent?

Well, that's it. I'm pretty sure the damage is huge.

The troops directly led by Natsume-kun also suffered less damage because they dealt with ordinary faces such as Yamada-kun's line and teacher.

But when it comes to other units, it seems that some of them have literally been wiped out because they are in contact with Potimus' secret weapon.

When I say a secret weapon, it's not like the cow I dealt with, or Gloria, who seems to have dealt with the demon king, a mass produced product.

That's the one I was wrecking on the road.

That said, even if it's crappy from me, it's a hell of a threat from the standards of people in this world.

A weapon of such strength that it can't be countered by ordinary humans, and that's what they call mass-produced products, so of course it comes out wallowing.

Yeah. You die normally.

As a result, this pile of corpses that could be done.

Apparently, the surviving Imperial Soldiers and Mela's men had been collecting them since the battlefield throughout the night.

Did they work all night during the day they fought while I said I was uncomfortable sleeping?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for the luxury.

Even if I could just sleep, it was a good treatment.

Soldiers from different worlds fought to their death, and if they didn't, they'd be put to work all night, about it being a transcendent black occupation.

Gentlemen who admire the other world! Wouldn't you be a soldier in another world, too?

... I feel so sorry for you.

Originally, you soldiers in the Imperial Army were going to be thrown out of use, and this is exactly what we assumed happened.

You can die on purpose, I let Natsume-kun summon noble soldiers of a corrupt empire and organize them, but the soldiers are not guilty just because they are rotten up there.

Some of them would have been smoking sweet honey dripping from the top.

Well, they did their part well.

So I think you should mourn him with a lot of treatment.

You can't just take the body back from here to the empire as it is, so do you want to take the artifact back, or cremate it and just take the ashes home?

Either way, I have to bury him generously.

By contrast, Elf's body is not here.

It all disappeared into my stomach.

To be more precise, my split eaten.

Now you're burying me generously, right?

Because in nature, the person you kill is polite to eat.

The corpse is eaten by me, and becomes my blood and flesh.

Um, great.

Potimus must cry and rejoice because his own body becomes God's blood and flesh, too.

"Dear White. Good morning."

I was looking at the pile of corpses, and Mella came up and greeted me.

"Have you had breakfast? I'll have it ready if you haven't already."

When I did something, I was handily guided to breakfast.

No, yeah.

Mela's got a lot on her mind, and I don't usually feel uncomfortable being told this way, but now I'm here in a position of Legion Leader.

It's a little odd how my men are still around, but for once they care so much about me for the same job title.

Mela is someone who can switch between public and private life.

I'm not supposed to show my men that I'm obviously down there.

... I don't know, Mella-kun?

Aren't you afraid I might eat a corpse?

If I had opened my eyes, I would have had jito eyes.

You felt that atmosphere, Mela's eyes swim slightly.

It's so trivial upset that it can't be sensed by a constant person, but my eyes don't delude me.

You bastard.

Well, fine.

I'm pretty sure you haven't had breakfast, and let's make sure Mela's right here.

I need you to do that. I'm sorry about this one.

"Whoo-hoo!

I just tried to snort in the sense of acknowledgment, and a strange object approached me with strange movements while making strange noises.

That so strange that I stopped moving a bit.

but the mela that was next door reacted quickly.

Slap your knife on an approaching strange object.

"Oops!?

A strange object slammed to the ground by a handknife of 10% and a serious mela lay down on the ground spitting blood and not!?

Oh, my God, that strange object was stopping Mela from falling in another strange pose, even though she was about to use Mela's knife.

People, about that pose, it's called a dungeon.

"What are you going to do?

Mela asks strange objects like half angry and half confused.

"To my disciples, make me my disciple!

That strange object is saying this strange thing again.

I don't know what that means.

I'm confused with my face that I don't know why Mela is.

Well, hey?

Even if all of a sudden you come in and tell me to be my apprentice, huh? I guess so.

You're probably telling me, but Mela doesn't even know what's going on, and you don't know why.

I know the circumstances, but I don't know why.

Oh, my God. I don't feel half this way.

Something tells me I shouldn't be deeply involved in this strange object.

My instincts emit emancipation.

He said we shouldn't be involved in this.

I don't know, this.

Something, yeah, something, I can't put it into words.

Strange objects to be grounded, restrained with thread as is.

I can't move and then I speak to Mela.

"Let's go"

"Uh, are you sure?

Nod vigorously and affirm to a bewildered mela.

This can only be left out.

I mean, I'm just gonna have to leave it!

Leave the strange object intact and start walking for breakfast.

Though I had my gaze on Mela's flickering and strange objects, I rushed after them because I would walk away without hesitation.

From behind, I said, "Ma, wait for me!" I thought I managed to hear something like that, but I'm sure it's my fault.

A strange noise just turned out to be dissonant to me and passed my ear.

You shouldn't process that in your brain as a meaningful word.

Before I met the reincarnators, I was so tired.

I don't think so.