Kuro no Maou

Prologue

I was alone.

By the time I was so-called hearty, I was alone, I didn't remember my parents' faces, and I wouldn't even have known the concept of parents in the first place.

I'm not a wack told to anyone, I'm not a wack taught to anyone. One of me, just to live, was living in a garbage heap fishing for garbage.

So I seriously thought I was garbage.

"We are the Earth (Zierce) Confederacy!

That day they came to the garbage pile.

"The Federation is currently recruiting volunteers! Take our mother home, Earth, back from the hands of the vicious Invader!

At that time, I didn't know anything about the Federation, Earth, or Invader.

"I tell illegal residents living in this Enkeladus Eighth Resource Waste Zone! If you become a soldier in our Confederate Army, you will offset the crime of illegal stay, and illegal use of disposable resources, granting you the status of Private III and the right to fifth degree survival!

"You're kidding, who's going to be a soldier!

"Goddamn it, you've come all this way!

"Oh, how could this happen... we just want to live quietly!

The garbage people who live in the same garbage heap as me were screaming at the Federation that came. I had no idea how they felt, and I didn't even think about it.

"... cool"

It's just that I was blinded then by the appearance of a neatly lined Federation soldier.

Unified in black, wrinkle-free military uniform. The weapon in my hand (rifle) was built without a trace, and had an unspeakable force.

Even though they look like the same people, they're not trash. She looked prettier, more beautiful, more incredible than she could say.

"Will be."

My feet were moving naturally.

"No, I will."

I was advancing in front of them so that the garbage worms would be attracted to the night light.

"I, hey, I will"

I thought, if I could be like them, it would be like a dream.

So I said without getting lost.

And this garbage favor, they...

"Wonderful! Welcome, courageous boy"

A tough man at the head of a soldier hugs me, a thin dirty garbage.

Welcome to the Federation of the Earth.

And I became a soldier.

"... uh, naughty... dreaming about when I was a kid, it was totally on the death route."

Somato, are you saying something? When you're dying, it's a phenomenon that instantly reminds you of your memories in order for humans to find a way to live. Well, I just remembered something, and it's largely irrelevant.

"Phew, in the meantime, it doesn't look wacky that you've still been invited to heaven (Valhalla)"

As far as patting my eyes and seeing the sights around me, this was far from heaven, with a hell of a battlefield.

A spark of lingering energy is scattered all over the burning flames.

Something burning smells, the smell of scattered oil, the smell of human blood - and the smell of fucking miserable, emanating from the carcasses of both the abominable Invaders. Yeah, totally. It's the usual scent of a fragrant battlefield.

"All but me, you punk."

The more judgments of life and death are made at a glance, the more torn apart corpses of fellow men are rolling.

Because of the considerable explosion, every 'manoeuvre armor (assault suit)' I wear flies a thousand slices of my hands and feet.

"It's a miracle you survived with five bodies of satisfaction."

"Vital, normal"

"You're always late for a report, punk."

"Mobile Armor (Raid Suit)," an armor for anti-Invader, worn by all the Federation infantry corps, is equipped with AI for support.

Most importantly, it can't use high-performance AI, so it's an early 21st century antique. Not a single guy relies on this pompous trick.

I can instantly figure out what's going on with my body without having to be told.

"I have hands and feet, I can see, I can hear my ears, besides talk. Ah perfect. I can still fight."

Oh, but I'm not comfortable with the remnants of ammunition and energy residue, so let me thank my fellow honorable war dead colleagues for replenishing me.

"You guys, sure it was' Greyhound '...... leave it to me later"

It's a dog emblem in a gray suit, no doubt about it. Unlike our team, it's an elite unit with a dedicated aircraft - oh, I knew I could afford the capacity of an energy tank. Now you're fully recovered at once.

"Okay, we're ready."

Energy tank is full. I could hold as many bullets and grenades as I could.

The subarm has broken down a long time, and the thrusters are starting to guzzle, but, well, we'll figure it out.

My Predator II is just a modified mass production machine.

"Come on, Temei and the others, I'm gonna hang out with you till the time limit is up."

From the crumbling hatch, the enemies of mankind crawled out like cockroaches.

Giki Kiki, Kie ae ae aaaaa!!

It is the Warrior Roach, or cockroach-shaped Invader, that makes the deafening scream.

'Invader' is a mysterious alien who suddenly appeared when Earth's humanity began to enter full-scale space.

The first to be confirmed was the amoebic guy with the indeterminate shape. The slime bastard, now called the origin-type, ate humans, animals, plants, even androids at the end of the sentence.

And apparently they have the power to take in the stuff they ate - instantly, they gained variations with a variety of appearances and abilities.

And naturally, they only increase what they take in.

Clear intelligence has not been confirmed. But with their overwhelming predation and explosive multiplication, they took away the realm of mankind that was spreading.

An invader who appeared abruptly. That's what someone called it, and when they realized it, 'Invader' settled as an official name.

Before Invader, who boasted of his terrible abilities, mankind was forced to abstain from disadvantages, deprived of the Earth, deprived of the Moon, deprived of Mars, and swallowed the numerous colonies that were being built.

But that was 200 years ago.

From the time I became a soldier, Earth (Zierce) Confederate Forces, the only military organization left to unite mankind, launched a major counter-attack operation against Invader.

From Aracadia, a giant colony in Saturn's satellite orbit, home to the Confederate army, we, the Confederate army, are slowly approaching Earth. While uprooting and destroying both Invaders on the road.

And we finally made it to Mars.

It's that Mars, the closest planet to Earth. Before the war, it was also a planet that flourished after Earth. My platoon (team) also has descendants of people from Mars, stars that are important to humanity.

I took part in Operation Ares to get that Mars back - and now I'm about to make that final phase.

Gyoaaaaaaaaa!

And towards the barking roach, I greet you with a rifle bullet.

"Ugh, there's a garbage worm. The extermination of Temei and the others is complete in three minutes."

Invader builds nests.

There it grows, and even more powerful individuals are born.

The nest has a queen (mother), who, although not intelligent, apparently has the power to manipulate other Invaders.

In other words, if you crush the nest, their fighting power will be drastically reduced. The rest will only be wobbly by half the guys, making even recruits an extra leftover hunt.

The Invader, however, when attacked by a nest, sets up a fierce counterattack.

I can't tell by the look on their busy faces, but I know they're desperate to come at me anyway.

"Ha ha! Are you mad that your mom got fucked!? Fool, it's too late, because some of those fucking bitch wombs (hara) lumped him up!!

The means to defeat the Queen (Mother) with certainty are limited.

In addition to the fact that the body itself is huge, it can also escape if it feels dangerous.

Therefore, strategic bombardment from above is ineffective. They can just get away from the basement and set up a nest somewhere else.

So in order to fully attack the Central Hive with the Queen, there is no other way to end it directly, with infantry.

Essentially, while blocking the escape route, the Yang Dynamic Squad evokes enemy defensive forces. And in that gap, an elite force to butch the queen dares to enter the nest.

My seventh platoon was promoted to a flourishing entry unit in this Ares operation.

And a successful installation of a federal specialty, critical plasma bomb, commonly known as' Motherfucker ', that can reliably smash the Queen to death brilliantly.

Of all the confirmations so far, the Queen of Mars, the largest of its sizes, has nowhere else to escape. My helm's tactical monitor shows me that the bomb timer I put on the abdomen of the guy who produces the Invader has been off for three minutes to detonate.

Of course, the release code does not exist on the timer. Once you put the fire in, no one can stop you anymore.

"Hey, how much more Vader does this fucking mountain get nasty? Ten million? A hundred million?

Dumb Invader still fights without running, thinking the queen will help.

If a critical plasma bomb explodes, it will turn not only the queen, but the surrounding area into scorched earth. With the nest, all the remaining vaders are covered.

Great, this is why I can't stop the Central Hive offense.

"Ha-ha-ha! A hundred million over a kill score is a soldier's profit! Long live the Confederacy!!

At the top of the nest where I stand, on the roof of the old Mars Command, the number of Invaders gradually increases.

Cockroaches crawl out of the hatches all over there, and in the sky you can also see a large swarm of bumps and killerbees.

Finally, he breaks the rooftop floor with gobbles and tries to come out to the large species.

"Fine... call me! Until the end of the day, I'll deal with you, Vader!!

Shooting a cockroach crawling with a giddy chin and a vicious jaw, he cut the lead and jumped in, slashing Killerby with a knife pulled out.

I kick even more grenades purged from my hips and throw them into the stupid big mouth of a large species of Tyrannosaurus that came through the roof.

I've come this far around the corner, and if I'm going to die, I'd like to splurge in a flashy big bang. Say no, and die on their filthy claw fangs.

One minute until the explosion.

Without thinking about it later, my tension in the final battle culminates.

Oh, it was the best life I ever had.

This is how I fought through to the end as a fine soldier.

"If you don't have a brain, carve it in your soul -"

The dream came true. I could be the coolest Confederate soldier I ever dreamed of.

"- I am Captain Huga Rain, a soldier of the Earth (Dj Earth) Confederate forces driving Invader away!

Captain, we're pulling out.

Oh, is it empty ears that make death present?

I think I heard the cold voice of our deputy captain, who should not be here.

"Hurry up, we don't have time"

"Become, arge!? You idiot, you're back!!

If I looked up, there was a small highway for transport hovering over my head.

The voices heard from that high-speed boat undoubtedly belong to Lieutenant Arge.

In five years of dating, the longest working partner girl. I couldn't have misheard a voice colder than her support AI.

I thought you ordered me to lead the team out first after the bomb was installed.

"I'm not the only one. Other teams are here to rescue you."

At the same time as the thankful words with, a large group of Killerby, who were expanding all over the sky, swept into the flames of the Red Lotus.

Oh, come on, seriously, you're hitting expensive missile fishing bottles to rescue just one person.

"The Federation won't abandon their people..."

It's good enough for you to do it yourself, but when you're on the rescue side, it's painful to know what to say.

"We have no time or place to land. I'll collect it as it is."

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

All without question, a wire with a machine hand descends from the bottom of the boat against me standing on the roof like an asshole.

I'm not able to grab a human, my freight carrying hand tightens my torso with critical power.

"Hey! This one's cracking in the suit armor!

"Do not move during collection"

"Wow, crushing crushing!

Somehow, the recovery to the container was successful before my body crumbled. Seriously, it's dangerous, if I hadn't put extra armor on my torso, I'd have totally crushed it.

"Goddamn it, you impotent, Arge guy..."

While I'm at it, I'm heading from containment to the cockpit where she'll be piloting.

Welcome back, Captain.

Arge looks straight ahead and continues his maneuver without turning around.

Towards her shining silver head, I returned my voice.

"You're the reason I lost my life. It was the best situation ever... thanks."

"Until I fulfilled my mission. Captain, 'Motherfucker' detonates in five seconds. Be prepared for impact."

"Will you say that sooner or later!?

Sitting sliding into the seat next to her, wearing a belt at a boost assisted speed in the suit - soon after, the shock and wobble of whether this was a serious crash struck us.

This would be too cool if you crashed to death, it was me I feared... fortunately, the monitors showed the spectacle of a glorious federal victory.

"Confirm the extinction of Central Hive"

"Oh, look, I know..."

The mushroom cloud, which rises steadily, is truly the flag of victory. The critical plasma bomb I installed took countless Invaders on the road, wiping out the queen and the nest.

"Ha... Mission accomplished"

After Operation Ares, he returned straight to the mothership.

I, the hero who led the operation to success, was forced to participate in a celebration of rare and overwhelming behavior of synthetic meat and sweetness, with a rough welcome from my colleagues.

Had a delicious meal that was rarely attached, I came to the shower room with a sense of fullness.

First, stand in front of the equipped sink.

The mirror shows a dark-haired man with a tight look, or my face.

A native of Trash Mountain, I wasn't very interested in my race (roots), but a recruit training instructor said, "You're Nihon!" He told me. Apparently, these black hair and black eyes are the hallmark of a race called the Nihons.

It used to be like Samurai or Ninja, a country with very good warriors. I am honestly proud to be a Nihon that he is such a great fighting nation.

Huga, my name is also Nihon's old place name.

That Teacher's Hall was a history maniac on Earth, so he was all sorts of knowledgeable. You named me Huga for a complete hobby, but I like it, and I'm not going out of my way to apply for a fucking annoying renaming process.

"I may have eaten too much boulder..."

My face and stomach that I wouldn't do if I looked in the mirror make me squeak.

However, the only boulder is luxury synthetic meat containing as much as 3% natural beef. The taste is very different from the usual synthetic meat ration.

If you have the next chance to eat, it will be after you take back the moon.

"Uh, I can finally take a dose"

Take two of the removed tablets after they have been properly stripped and scattered.

'Stabilizers' are supplied to all Confederate soldiers and are a necessity to fight through the harsh war with Invader, as well as an obligation to take them.

I've never really felt it, but human beings are weak-minded creatures. When exposed to adversity, problems such as fear drinking and inability to act optimally, causing panic occur. He also said that the fear of death may remain even if he takes off his predicament and makes his return.

For them to be resolved and for all Confederate soldiers to be exemplary and courageous, taking stabilisers is the most efficient way to go. I've been drinking indispensably since the day I joined the army.

Thanks to you, my spirit is as tough and healthy as a Confederate soldier deserves.

"Phew, I'm calming down"

I feel the exhilaration of victory and the silence of my floating heart as I have been making silly noises with my people.

My mind calms me down, while my body takes a hot shower. I like this. Physically and mentally refreshed.

"Captain"

"What, Arge, are you here too"

"Yes, because I still have a shower too"

If he noticed, he was in the shower room, and Arge took off his supply black shirt.

Her skin as bright white as the ice surface of her Enkeladus and her big breasts become dewy as she rocks.

When I look at a white bra that is so giddy that I wonder if it doesn't fit, women think about what it doesn't matter if they need underwear on their chest and it looks like it's bothersome, or if they can bra down and fight such a big one often.

Arge removes his bra and releases the weight of a breast that is not a chest muscle, but just a chunk of fat.

He's really amazing. Because some of the women I've seen, with their overwhelmingly big breasts, have a brilliant fight that doesn't make them feel handy.

Most of all, it is trivial, easily overshadowed by the adaptive rate of combat nanomachines, such as differences in physical abilities between men and women.

It used to be a decisive difference, but in modern times it's like an error.

Thanks to this, the Confederate army has become an advanced organization that can be treated equally as soldiers, without distinction between any man and woman.

In a colony of illegal residents like the garbage mountain I once lived in, I hear that there is also pre-epochal gender discrimination. Well, it's not something I'm interested in right now.

"But it's still easier for a man, though."

When I look at Arge's twisted groin, which took off his pants without sound, I feel smudged.

No, 'cause a woman can't piss standing up, can she? It's so inconvenient.

"Captain, I'll flush your back."

Because I was staring in vain, it kind of reminded me.

"Oh, that's always bad"

"No, as deputy captain, of course."

Really? No one else in the platoon does that. It's the soldier's iron rule to take care of yourself.

But I totally promised, because it feels kind of good to have it washed.

Since when did you start doing this?

Arge was assigned when I first became captain of the platoon, the first man.

You were a tougher guy than the mothership's system AI, with a silent expression and only the bare minimum you needed.

Arge has had a special training program, so to speak, out of an elite course. I don't know why he was assigned to me as the new platoon leader, but, well, this is how he's survived all the time, so that means he's not an elite to Dada.

If she wasn't the deputy captain, I would have been Vader's bait a long time ago.

"Captain"

When I washed my back off neatly, Arge stared at me.

These faces are faces when we need to talk about something.

The look on the face of a girl who is still unobtrusive. Neat as a doll, but should I say? I've seen secret images of what makes a lovely girl doll sneak up on me at the same time, but I see that she does have excellent shapes to hold that kind of emotion, like a human being is beautiful or cute. Arge is rather closer to that doll than any female soldier you see around there.

The long, sarcastic silver hair is unraveled, wet in the shower, sticking to bright white skin and sparkling. No blemishes on the body and no scratches.

I'm only about the same height as my chest, and I wonder if that small, thin body is the same person from time to time. Especially when compared to a muscular, scratchy body like me.

"Oh, my God, Arge"

I look straight back at the crimson eyes that are about to be sucked in.

"Due to the success of this operation, promotion is expected"

"Well, we're the only ones who survived the break-in squad."

Had those Greyhound guys survived, the glory of Mars liberation would have been exclusive to them, the elite. But if none of them survived, they wouldn't be admired.

"Captain and I will be promoted from Captain to Major."

"Well, don't"

I didn't know the time would come for me to be a major... a great birth I can't think of when I started with Private Third Class. I thought I'd come a long way.

"You can earn the right to second-degree survival and citizenship from the samurai."

"Citizenship... I never thought of living in Arcadia."

The colony 'Arcadia', home to the Earth Confederate Army, is only acceptable for the chosen to reside, with outstanding genes to be left in the next generation.

A guy from the Garbage Mountains, like me, is not even allowed to land in the harbor... but as it is in federal law, more than a samurai is given equal citizenship, that is, the right to live in Arcadia.

"Residency in Arcadia is limited by the right to second-degree survival, but reproductive behavior is possible."

"Uh, is that right?

"Yes, it is."

I've never thought more about having kids. What a child, only Arcadia residents are allowed to have it.

In the limited resources, there is no room for more inferior people to feed.

Contributing to the Confederate Army is the mission and existential value imposed on humanity today.

"Captain, have children with me"

"Oh, that's good! Me and you would make an absolutely brilliant soldier!

"Look... is it true?"

"Why are you so surprised?

I would have said it myself. Arge is clearly out of sight.

"No, it's nothing. For the sake of the future Confederate army, it is my mission and that of captain's son."

"Right, Earth liberation could take some time. The next generation of soldiers will need to be trained."

I thought that was completely irrelevant to me... but if I were to have my own child, it would be different.

"I thought I'd keep fighting on the battlefield my whole life, Arge, but if I could have kids with you, I might as well live in Arcadia."

"So... promise, promise"

"Oh, let's promise"

Somehow, thanks to Arge's suggestion, I feel like a new future has opened up that I never thought about before.

I can't imagine at all living in peaceful Arcadia that I have nothing to do with the battle - but still, with Arge, I didn't feel bad about it - with life on the trash mountain and life on the battlefield as a soldier.

"Hey, Arge, your face is red. Isn't that what you're doing up there?"

"... yes, maybe"

"Sman, the temperature setting may have been too hot"

"No, it's okay..."

Arge walks to the flutter and stripper, covering Zhu's sarcastic face with both hands.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay? (Medic) Do you want me to call the medic?

"It's okay, it's okay."

That arge is making some weird roar or something!? This is definitely not going to be okay, man.

"Arge! Take a proper tranquilizer before you go to sleep!

That's all I said to the suspicious Arge who was leaving.

The tranquilizer is not only good for mental but also physical function!

The next day, just as soon as possible, me and Arge were all summoned to the captain's office.

What is the captain's office, not the bridge? It's the first time I've been in there... but when we talk about confidential promotional relationships, rumors that these sensitive compartments are being used were true.

Wake up to the boulder with the honor of liberating Mars, so unlike previous small medal awards, I guess there's a lot going on.

Captain Huga Rain, Captain of the Seventh Platoon.

Lieutenant, Captain Arge Reyne, we're on the air.

Me and Arge have the same last name because we thought about it together when I was promoted to Ensign and given the right to third-degree survival. At third grade, I'm also allowed to name my last name, but, well, I was fine with nothing. I think Arge was working very hard at that time. I even researched them so they wouldn't wear their last names.

"I've been waiting, Captain Huga, Captain Arge."

"Huh!?

It was not the lord of this captain's office who spoke casually.

Being the captain of a warship that holds 10,000 units of soldiers makes it a far superior class that is neither allowed to speak to the extent of a captain... but the man who stands here now goes further above it.

There is only one person in this Mars Expeditionary Fleet right now wearing pure white military uniforms and capes, not black.

"Salute His Excellency Brigadier General Dracroix!!

I scream thoughtlessly and instantly kim a beautiful salute polished through years of soldier life. Boulder Arge, my divine salute is following me perfectly without delay.

If you're a tough general, you're punished just because your salute is out of order.

"Ha, I hate being tough. Please, take your seats."

"Seat!"

In uninterrupted synchronous motion, me and Arge sat in the chair as shown.

"First of all, thank you for the success of Operation Ares. Thanks to you, the liberation of Mars was successfully accomplished. I offer my heartfelt gratitude for that loyalty and dedication"

"Ha, I'm afraid!

If you're praised, I don't know if there's a day when senior teaching can help, saying "I'm afraid" for now.

"I came here because I really appreciate your work. Captain Huga, who slaughtered the Queen of Mars (Red Mother), and Captain Arge, who carried out that rescue without giving up until the end, consider it a heroic action to be exemplary for Confederate soldiers"

The words of His Excellency the Brigadier General are disproportionate to speak against a soldier. I didn't know you could say so far, though how much credit for operational success - so much so that this is the intention of talking confidentially in the captain's office?

"No, it's all because of His Excellency the Brigadier General's close operational plan and exceptional command."

Thanks Arge. I couldn't think of a good return.

"What, I'm not making a big deal of it. All my operations will be carried out bravely and faithfully, always with soldiers like you."

Brigadier General Dracroix is not the same as a hundred generals on a boulder. At the age of 25, he can only be entrusted with the commander-in-chief of the Mars Expeditionary Fleet.

Both parents are senior federal officials serving as the General Command, born and raised as Arcadia super elites. There are many officers of similar origins, but it must be due to the talent of a rare individual who has shown his or her head so far.

Rumor has it that in the wake of this successful Mars recapture, you finally also saw the status of Marshal, the culmination of the Confederate army in the future? If such a man were to become Marshal, the Earth (Zierce) Confederacy would be even more powerful than it is now, and the grief of Earth recapture would not be a dream.

"Well, it's already been established that you will be promoted to Major in this battle."

"Thank you!

"Then I award the two of you the Mars Cross Seal"

"Thank you very much!!

"However, I don't think the promotion and medals prescribed for the heroes who achieved the liberation of Mars will be enough to reward them for their work."

No way, there's still something out there!

"Captain Huga will be appointed captain and squadron captain of the assault launch vessel Exia, assessing its excellent mission performance and survival rate."

"Huh!?

Captain and Lieutenant Commander... there are too few words for a broken treatment.

Normally, the captain who carries the soldiers and the captain who leads the soldiers who ride there are separate.

It is the Captain's job to carry, land, or retreat soldiers. If the landing point is deemed dangerous, the captain also has the right to decide not to proceed with the operation.

Because of Captain Bibi, I didn't know how many times I had a chance to ambush him.

However, if I can serve both as captain and squadron captain, I can take decisions over the discharge of my mandate to a considerable extent. There are many people in the Federation who are called heroes, this captain and concurrent captain. Because even if you are aware of some danger, you will dare to challenge your enemies.

No matter how unacknowledged your ability as a soldier is, you will not be held concurrently.

"This' Exia 'is the most advanced ship. I didn't make it to Operation Ares, but the fight against Invader will continue. I believe that the Exia you drive will inevitably bring more victory to the Federation."

"Oh, thank you, I beseech you!

Hey, I'm a little out of joy and excitement.

"Then, as far as Captain Arge is concerned, I decide to ask him to leave the military at the same time as his promotion to Major"

"... what do you mean,"

Unexpectedly, Arge was asking questions out loud, like that. Idiot, you can't allow soldiers to question His Excellency the Brigadier General!

"You are a soldier with great abilities, just like Captain Huga. After acknowledging that, I'd like Captain Arge to take up another assignment that draws on his qualities."

Rarely, Arge told me how nervous he was drinking solidly.

With a beat of silence, His Excellency the Brigadier General continued his words.

"-Arge, you will be my thirteenth wife."

Huh? What are you talking about, Brigadier General... did you float to Mars recapture and go crazy?

Impossible, just a female soldier, to be welcomed as the general's wife, etc.

"As you know, 'Arcadia' is the last ideal place left to mankind, where only a small part of the chosen people are allowed to live."

And only the best genes to be left in the next generation are allowed to reproduce -

"Although this is only a personal view, I believe that the current excellence genetic provisions have room to be amended. Which means that some of those who weren't previously chosen have genes to leave behind."

"Ha ha..."

I'm talking about a completely incomprehensible realm.

"I know it's a story that doesn't really involve you soldiers, but I believe this is an important issue for the future Earth (Zierce) Confederate forces. And the first step in solving this problem is to welcome Captain Arge as my wife."

I don't know the importance of being a soldier.

But still, there's something clear to know.

"So you're saying Captain Arge can exercise Arcadia-based citizenship?"

"Whatever. Being my wife also gives me permanent citizenship, the right to extraordinary survival, and political participation. Let her live in peaceful Arcadia, and never again, let her go to dangerous battlefields."

Right, right... If you are also Brigadier General's wife, the treatment will be more than equivalent to that of a senior federal official.

Arge will never fight next to me again.

"O, my Lord Brigadier General -"

"Allow me to speak, let's hear it, Captain Huga"

"Captain Arge, as you can see, is a faceless, long soldier's life, so he will lack the thing of feminine charm compared to the lady who lives in Arcadia. But I assure you, she is more than a good soldier, she is a great person as one person."

All I think about is fighting, it's Arge who's been supporting me like this for five years. Under no circumstances would you ever abandon me, even on Mars, enough to come to the rescue at the end of the day.

Oh, even though it's not between deaths, I can't stop overflowing my memories with Arge.

"So please… I want to give Arge the peace and happiness of his life in Arcadia…"

"Captain Huga, you are indeed a subordinate."

His Excellency the Brigadier General smiles.

Unlike me, I grew up in Arcadia with a beautiful smile.

"Let's promise, she'll make me happy"

So we left the captain's office.

There is still a great deal of amazement and confusion with the promotion as expected and the totally unexpected path shown to each other.

"Arge, good for you. You can live in Arcadia forever."

"Captain..."

"What's up, more joy. I'd rather have a child with the Brigadier General than me."

Yes, this is unwanted happiness.

It's lonely to break up with the deputy captain, Arge, but she's no longer in danger of death. A peaceful life, too, is capable of the finest life humankind can get today. As Arge hoped, so would the next generation of good children in charge of the Confederacy.

So, as captain, as a companion, I congratulate Arge on his departure.

"Happy engagement, Arge"

"Wow, I..."

You were impressed, Arge took the stabilizer out of his pocket with his trembling hands.

He was in such a hurry, didn't swallow, and chewed the tablet galloping.

Gali, Gali, Gali... and Arge, who had drinks since the shattering, stared straight back at me.

"Yes, I'd love to, too."

Her red eyes looked like lightless, inorganic things, like the first time we met.

Federal action is always swift.

Therefore, I was to board the assault lander Exia within that day.

"Su, wow... seriously, such a state-of-the-art ship is going to be my ship..."

Exia's appearance is sophisticated enough to be seen as sole at a glance. I guess some pretty thoughtful design changes have been made.

Overall, a streamlined shape like a chachi is a stylish way to stand out from traditional ships. I mean, cool. My ship is super cool.

"Welcome to Exia, Captain Huga"

"Whoa! Wow, can the latest AI even say hello?"

Upon embarkation, a welcome dialogue was launched from the ship's system AI.

Essentially, AI is a simple matter of simply answering this question, performing simple instructions (tasks).

This is the first experience I can think of that I can talk to from an AI person.

"Sounds like it's not as high performance as it's ever been...... are you sure you're okay"

One of Invader's terrible abilities is hacking into AI.

A high-performance AI that has more than the equivalent of a human thought circuit is easily hacked when subjected to the wavelength of dark energy emitted by the Invader. This could not be prevented by trying any defensive mechanism.

So when they first showed up, mankind boasted armaments with the most powerful automatic weapon in specs ever, with a high-performance AI. At the time, he said, there were far more Android soldiers than humans.

But Invader's ability to hack made all the automatic weapons in the possession of mankind useless and, on the contrary, the worst weapon ever used by the enemy.

Humanity hastily switched to analogue manipulation and manipulation methods that do not rely on AI - ultimately, the most effective weapon against Invader became the 'Mobile Armor (Raid Suit)' armed by human infantry.

AI's departure from human control has once again led mankind to take its own foot on the battlefield.

"The explanation is that their unaffected critical performance... do we have to try all this in action?"

Only I, the captain, am in Exia this time. However, gunships, vehicles and other weapons groups are fully equipped.

Anything, as part of his automated navigation test, he's taking me on to his next landing.

I have already officially become Major and will also be Squadron Leader at the same time as the Captain.

Until now, it was a platoon, but when it became a squadron, that platoon would come together around five. The number of commanders increases at once.

The squadron I plan to lead includes all my former platoon members. As the new Squadron Leader, I'm grateful to have a buddy I've already seen.

"If Arge was with me, it would be easier -"

She's not here anymore.

As with my sailing, Arge has decided to return to Arcadia with Brigadier General Dracroix.

Maybe I'll never see you again.

"- But he's quitting the army now. That's it."

Only a muscled soldier like me can stand on the battlefield. She lives in peace in Arcadia. We should no longer have anything to do with such a fucking hell of a battlefield.

"Only Arge is not going to die anymore... I can be relieved"

The death of a fellow man is routine.

No matter how much 'manoeuvre armor (assault suit)' you wear against the vicious Invader, the contents are biological human beings. A soldier dies too much. "Greyhound" with a special machine is like leaving me to be wiped out.

But that's not what I'm used to. When the guys I've known for a long time die, I feel like I've lost my hands and feet, too.

In that case, I take more stabilizers than usual.

As long as he drinks, I can, no, we can fight. I can keep fighting.

Still, I can't stand the mental instability that I have just before I take that tranquilizer. I find it strangely reassuring for me not to go through that in Arge.

"Captain Huga, this is the scheduled time. We will sail the assault launch ship Exia. '

Apparently, it's time.

I sat alone in the captain's seat on the bridge, staring away at the Mars fleet, no, at the mother ship that Arge would still be on.

"Bye, Arge. We'll take care of it later."

That's how I'm headed to a new battlefield.

"- Warning"

My head bonks.

But a soaring warning sound (an alert) leads my consciousness to cancer and awakening.

"Warnings, warnings, emergencies"

Oh, shit, my consciousness isn't clear.

This is why I don't like being woken up during Coldsleep.

"Hey... what happened..."

I was on my way to another universe quite far from Mars, my next landing. Because of the distance, I was falling asleep in cold sleep - apparently, an unforeseen situation occurred and I was awakened urgently.

"Hey Exia, what's going on... but did Vader tangle you up?

While I was still confused, I heard an alert and wore my favorite mobile armor (assault suit) Predator Modification II with spinal cord reflexes.

In order to make it to sail in time, the machine of love, which had worn out in Operation Ares, has already been repaired as new.

I rushed straight into the bridge, though my head fluttered, thanks to the comfortable suit's motion assistance.

"Situation report. Currently, the ship is in contact with hyperdimensional fluctuating currents due to the occurrence of dark matterholes'

"Hey..."

Where my consciousness finally came back, the outrageous Bad News was slapped.

A dark matterhole is a phenomenon in which dark energy held by Invaders is compressed to superdensity. It is unclear why such a huge amount of dark energy occurs.

The only thing we know is that they're coming through that hole.

"Hurry and get out! The energy drive can fly, so turn it full open!!

Copy that, maximum energy drive output, moving to full speed sailing - report, anomaly.

"Now what!?

"An anomaly occurs in the energy flow path and connection circuit. Output drop"

"Huh, huh, huh!?

How could there be such a fatal defect that a ship would stop! By, now, at this moment!!

"Hey, can you leave with your current output!? What do you think!!

"Output, even lower. Dark Energy Concentration Increase - 870 Km to Unescapable Area"

"Didn't you cut a thousand kilos? Shit, whoa!!

It is a very short distance in space, such as in 1,000 kilometers.

I'm too close to taking any more steps.

Dark matterholes have the properties of pulling things around, also generating huge gravity, like black holes.

No, it's not just gravity. A super-density dark energy runoff, called a super-dimensional fluctuating stream, also swirls and is entangled in a coil to draw it further into the hole.

I don't know what's going on in the center of the hole. Because I have never made an accurate observation.

However, even if it is not as black holes, there is tremendous gravity, and even the most sophisticated ships will be super-compressed to palm size, as opposed to Peshanko.

I mean, if you get caught, death is inevitable.

"Hurry up and fix the flaws."

"Unescapable realm, entering. The ship reaches an impossible distance from the Dark Matter Hall '

"Oh, come on, you're lying. You, what are you giving up!

Don't be ridiculous, don't be ridiculous... do you ever die here?

"Not yet, there's still some way"

"Escape, impossible"

"Shit... is there such a way to die..."

I'm a soldier.

Readiness to fight and die is a long time ago.

"You've got to be kidding me, it's like an accidental death, so I'm gonna die!

But not until I'm ready to die outside the battlefield.

"Shit! Vader! Come now, come and kill me!!

At least if Invader attacked this ship, at least I'd die satisfied. You can have one cockroach bastard. If a soldier dies, if he doesn't take his enemies on the road, he won't die.

"Kill him! Kill me!

But from the dark matterhole, which seems to have just occurred, no matter how much you bark, Invader never raids.

If we don't take more time to stabilize them from here, we won't be finished with the holes in the dimension where they appear.

I mean, I get caught up in their tunnel work, unrecognized by my allies, not by my enemies, and I die secretly. With this, state-of-the-art ship Exia.

It's a fancy coffin.

"Yes, I don't like it, I don't want to die... I don't want to die here!

My body trembles with fear before I die in vain.

The tranquilizer... Chickshaw, you can't drink it with your suit on.

"Damn, damn, I don't want to die... please, please, let me fight and die..."

In front of true despair, you don't even get somato.

I know, I just got out, and I said that the fate of death can't be changed.

And on the screen that appears on the bridge, you have to swallow me, or you'll be transferred an analyzed image of a giant dark matterhole in black.

Others include figures showing the endurance limits of this ship and relative distances.

I can't help it, I understand my time of death in seconds.

Twenty seconds till this ship crumbles.

"... Arge, you couldn't come to help anymore."

Then, okay. I think I've been seen where he's happy.

So, my life, that's it.

Yeah, endurance limit, just zero seconds.

"- Earth (Zierce) Confederate Army, Hail"

Chapter I Fairy Town (Lillieheim)

"Ugh... guh..."

Waking up wasn't so bad.

In the mood, it's like right after being bugged off by a beetle-type heavily armored Invader rampage. I mean, I crawled unnecessarily into the ground and the disconnected consciousness came back.

"Yes, he's alive...?

I can stand up properly. That means your hands and feet are properly stuck.

From what I've seen, Pa, I can't see any damage to the suit. The polished dark green armor is shiny. Idiot, you're turning it into a hunter green color because it's camouflage, but you're not glowing so much. The maintenance guys are always cool and coloring.

To the point where such an unimportant stupidity came to mind, so did thoughts.

"I'm sure..."

"Vital, normal"

"So it's late."

Enough about my body. More than that, just before I woke up.

"Yes, what happened to the ship!? Hey, Exia!

Exia, the state-of-the-art high-performance AI, has no one-second lag, unlike the suit's pompous tricks, and she should respond immediately if she speaks... as if she's not responding.

"Shit, is this really only got emergency lights on?"

Again, recognise your situation.

I'm in Bridges. Because I was here, too, at the last moment of my penetration into the dark matterhole.

But like me, I don't see any damage to the bridge because of this.

However, a thin, red emergency light… the last light is illuminated, relying on a slight spare power supply, only under the worst circumstances when the energy has poked the bottom completely. I've only seen a situation where this is lit in my recruiting training.

Anyway, the fact that this unreliable emergency light is on means that every system in Exia must have interrupted the supply of energy.

"What do you mean, how can I be safe? It should have been impossible to escape."

Surprisingly, nothing changes.

The only thing that's completely exhausted is the power of the ship, though it's a fatal change.

"No way...... is this training?

Possible. Troops stationed in lesser combat locations, for example, are routinely trained in punchouts to maintain constant tension in action, he said.

Then it's no surprise that I, the new Squadron Leader entrusted with this state-of-the-art ship, have been tasked with the training of the teh, or the exam of the punch.

Then that dark matterhole outbreak is just false information.

"All right, then let's get started."

If this is a skip test, if you don't do the right thing, worst of all, the captain and squadron captain's seat are ripped off.

It's okay, I'm a veteran soldier who's been through a lot of battlefields. And you're the hero of the liberation of Mars.

Emergency is my routine. Because in battlefields, things don't always carry the way they expected.

"System check first - I knew it wouldn't work"

All consoles are destroyed. You don't have the energy of a power source in the first place, so it can't move.

"I can't even get a SOS out of this, then."

There's very little we can do on board right now.

The fact that emergency lights ensure a minimum of lighting and then the opening and closing of doors and hatches.

"Shit, you once had the energy of a suit, too."

If you check, the remaining amount of energy tank in my Predator Modification II is cut by 1%. It is in a state where it can operate normally and painfully.

If the suit is operational, it can also operate in space. If you need to go outside and repair the hull, there's nothing you can do if the suit doesn't move.

Apparently, I don't even have time to think about it. If we do not move into immediate action, the slightest chance of survival closes to zero.

"I can't help it, do you want to go out and sail"

Perhaps there must be an energy sail somewhere that can be deployed manually.

Energy, both in space and on planets, is very small and present. An all-purpose energy source that fills the entire universe is energy.

Sail is a panel for efficiently capturing it.

It is usually an apparatus for automatic deployment during a stable voyage and for replenishing the energy at all, but this kind of emergency itself is assumed, some of which also allows for manual deployment.

It takes time, and the absorption rate is insignificant, but if you recover at all, you can reboot the system, and replenish the suit. Plus if other energy sails can be fully opened...... I don't know how long it will take, but even in the thin universe of energy concentrations, some will be able to attract as much energy as they can sail.

Whatever, if the hull is safe, including Sail.

"Please, don't leave me with nothing but a bridge..."

Actually, if we were really miraculously able to survive the Dermator Hall, I don't think everything on the ship is going to be all right. It is also normal to say that there is a great deal of damage at an irreparable level.

In that case, just because I didn't die at that moment makes me a dark future that will only take me over the next month to die of a sneak debilitation on the bridge.

"Phew... this tension may have been since the first launch"

Standing in front of a hatch that leads outside, it thrills me.

Even when I first went to the battlefield, I felt this way - that time before the hatch opened, Killerby came in and the synchronization was wiped out.

"Come on, let's go! Hatch open!"

Bashu, and make a noise and the heavy hatch of both openings opens.

"-!?

Firstly, a dazzling light plugged in through a slight gap.

No way, are you near some star!?

No, the suit doesn't show any heat resistance anomalies. Just dazzling light.

But there can't be such a brilliance in unbelievable space.

Then what is this? Where am I?

The answer was shown to me by outside the slowly open hatch.

"... what... flower gardens?

Spread out in front of him was a flowering garden with colorful flowers.

Red, blue, yellow, all kinds, but I don't even know the names of the flowers.

I don't know, but I didn't think it was possible.

Because there can be no such thing as a vast flower garden in sight.

It is no longer allowed to exist in human habitats, such as scenery that is just so beautiful. Even that Arcadia wouldn't have such a vast flower garden.

"Atmospheric Components, Analytically Complete - Toxic Nashi to the Human Body. Breathable '

"Well, is there air?"

Rarely, before I thought about it, the AI in the suit gave me useful information.

Apparently, we can breathe air here.

"What planet is this... No, a colony?

I eat energy just to run the air tank, so I release the helm and expose my face.

A cool breeze strokes my cheeks and shakes my dark hair.

The smell of dirt. Floral scent. I'm not familiar with the air that makes me feel rich in nature... I see, this is what you mean by delicious air. I don't feel bad.

"It's not a hologram. There's a real sky, that doesn't mean it's a colony. terraformed planets or satellites...... but do these tocoros exist"

At present, there are only a limited number of stars on which mankind can live. The reclaimed regeneration of Mars is about to begin.

Either way, if you have such a vast flower garden, it should always be designated a famous protected area.

You mean I don't know that... you think it's a classified compartment?

"No, it's more Exia now than it is about the place"

Wherever this is, there's nothing we can do if the ship doesn't move.

I looked up at the crashing assault lander rather than landing in the middle of a flower garden...

"Uh, maybe I can't..."

Although it maintains its overall shape, it is damaged to such an extent that it is not found safe from bow to stern.

The emergency lighted ship, including the bridge, remained intact, so the damage is probably prevented only by the exterior area, but still quite a shake of breakage. I just got my power back, and I don't know if I can fly well, like, five, no, three minutes?

Shit, I'm a soldier, not a repairman.

Minimum repairs will be needed.

Can I do it?

As long as the energy is back and Exia is back, AI should know something about the maintenance manual, so we might be able to figure it out.

The question is, is this material for repair? Even if I knew how to cure it, I couldn't do anything without the material - and when I started holding my head, the suit's built-in sensors reacted.

"High Energy Response"

"What, are you friends?!?

When the energy output is close enough to run the suit, the sensor detects it.

The output reaction is energy, not dark energy held by Invader. reassuring that it is not the advent of an enemy,

"Identification Signal Nashi"

"Announcement? What do you mean..."

And I don't have to play the energy pulse rifle mounted on my back, and I turn in the direction where the reaction appeared.

And so Announ appeared.

"Wow."

It was a white, shining ball of light, with a child-like voice.

Are spheres that glow like illumination bullets, like 30 centimeters in diameter? It floats over the flowers with Fuyofuyo, where it emerged from.

What, here, I mean, are you talking?

"What is this? What is this? - Big deal."

"Hey, stop! What the hell are you! Name your affiliation and name!

Having an energy reaction would mean a new drone or something. I don't care who I turn to for my rifle and ask. Whoever's manipulating him is.

"Hmm? What?

My voice seems to be reaching.

The light bulb drone is approaching me straight.

"Stop, don't come any closer than that. If you don't want the expensive drones to be Buddha..."

"Lillim! Lillim!

Sole stepped down on the muzzle that Fuwali and I had set up.

human form, is. Should it be called a doll?

White and shiny, with a doll that pictures a young child...... but blinks, moves his mouth, the motion is like a real human being.

But there can't be such a small human being.

Approximately 30 cm tall. And there's no way you can apply any genetic modification to a human with glowing feathers growing from his back.

"What... fairy, is it"

"Yeah, he's a lilim fairy!

Cahaha, and the fairy doll named Lillim, who laughed innocently, jumps up fuzzy, flickering around me shiny.

"Ha, a fairy, it's impossible"

It is an unlikely, but only seemingly so figure. I wasn't interested, but some of my buddies preferred entertainment pieces classified as fantasy. How can that Te guy have no boundaries in talking fast when it comes to hobbies?

No, this super precision fairy doll is the problem over that.

You're making a fool of yourself, cut off the fairy orbit that's gluing around me - there!

"Oh, I got you. Hey, Lillim and I are gonna get some answers on where this is. Sometimes it's possible to supply the Federation as an emergency measure."

"Cahaha! Tickle up, Puha!

With a palm that grabbed his torso, Lillim is giggling and jittering.

Because of its completeness, I thought it was a pretty expensive doll and grabbed it gently not to break it, but what is tickling? The guy manipulating the doll seems to be completely out of fairy shape to react as if he had a tactile sensation. It's head fantasy.

"Steady, awesome. That's a touch."

Even over the glove of the suit, it has a tactile sensibility, which makes it bare-handed. According to that, the feeling of touching the lirim is quite soft.

The doll size makes the torso thinner than my wrist, but this soft feeling, um, looks like Arge's two arms. I'm not wearing any clothes, so Lillim is bare. Glowing nudity smells like crops, but this complexion is just as pleasant to touch.

"Same as a real human being... why is this puni feeling?"

"Caher!!

Is it really ticklish, he twisted himself and Lillim took off my hand and fled into the air.

In this series of streams, I have one suspicion.

Here, are you sure it's a doll?

"Hey Lillim, seriously answer me. Where do you belong? Where are you?"

"Hmm? Here?"

Lillim lands on my shoulder, flirting like a lot. I sat up on a dark green, shining shoulder armor and my sparkling red eyes stared straight at me.

"This is Leprechaun! It's full of fairies like Lillim."

That came back with another fantastic answer.

Ugh, I'm not kidding, so I'm just going to swallow your reply that you're going to help me fix my ship.

Fairy Lillim stopped on my shoulder.

Seeing that up close, I'm finally sure.

"It's not a doll... is it real..."

This is the kind of creature he really is.

He's a little human, feathery, glowing and flying in the sky... a fairy.

Lillim, in the same black hair as me, with red eyes like Arge, I feel something like this, definitely angry, from her appearance as a young girl.

Besides, if you check the sensors in a chill, they have a high energy response that you would never have with a drone of this small size. "Mobile armor (assault suit)" if only the amount of energy held.

What is that, a mass of high-concentration energy?

"Hey, what's your name?

"... oh, it's me"

Speaking of which, wasn't I named?

Either this Ririm is a real fairy, or an over-technical completion doll, there is no hostility and it is a friendly attitude. Then this one should handle it that way.

"Major Huga Rain, 13th Regiment of the First Mars Fleet of the Earth (Zierce) Federation."

"Jia-su? Mr. Jia-san?

"You're the only one who can hear me."

Sometimes you're there, like he doesn't try to hear you belong. Some of them are super-dozen assholes who have forgotten their affiliation, so the Federation is a treasure trove of talent.

"Huga is fine. You're toddler-like intelligence from what I've seen, and I'll allow you to call me Huga specifically."

"Yeah, Huga!

What's so fun, Lillim laughs and pets my cheek.

"Um, I don't know what a big deal it is to ask you a question, do I?"

There seems to be a lot of other fairies in Lillim, so one or so of them will have a fair to talk about.

Anyway, I need to get a detailed description of this place from SOUTH.

"Hey, Lillim, where are the other guys?

"Mmm, they're all here!

"High Energy Response, Numerous Approaches"

I feel sensors-- oh, come on, what's this number!?

It's an energy reaction that just doesn't reach a thousand.

In the next moment of sensing it, a number of dazzling lights emerge from the flower garden.

"You're not too dazzled, Xaw!

The sunglasses filter is running, isn't it? It is a slight flashbang-like amount of light.

But it's not this glow you should care about, it's their number.

"Ooh, wow!

"What's this, decker!

"Ship?"

"Fish?"

"Ilker?"

The voice of a wierd and shaky kid makes a scene in Russia.

So is that, if all the spheres of light that have appeared are toddlers like Lillim, it may be decided. A child is an immature state of reason that is still difficult to follow honestly in the military.

"Uh, it's open here!

"I'll get you inside!

"Explore! Explore!"

The fairies, who were buzzing around Exia any way they wanted, eyed the hatch I came out of and jumped in one after the other.

"Oh, hey, wait, you guys, you're not going in on your own! Your boarding permit, Nashi, and your trespassing on the ship will not be stylish. It's a felony, Conoyaloo!!

And I'll give you a warning as captain, but he won't listen to me as one of them.

"Who is this guy?

"Is it Ningen?

It's Huga.

There are other fairies coming around me.

Still glowing naked just like Lillim, feathers growing and flying freely in the sky. Hair and eye colors come in many different colors like flowers. Red, blue, flashy coloring.

"Lillim, tell them not to touch my ship."

"Uh."

"You're not. He's one of yours, but they are. Or does anyone have a commander?

"I have a princess."

"Hey, princess, what kind of organization are you in?"

That's like being in a medieval feudal society, isn't it? There is no such super-era class system left in the Confederate Army.

But there is still a culture that refers to special women and calls them "princesses" and so on.

If it's just a slang against a female commander, it's impossible. No way would it exist in modern times, such as those in the status of real princesses.

"Ha ha, what is this!

"Here's the weird thing."

"This is beautiful."

"Take it back to the castle."

"Nooooooo! What the hell are you guys doing, stop!!

Looked like both fairies who broke into the ship were working looting.

Probably brought it out of the hangar or maintenance room, sparkling suit parts and regular members such as nuts on bolts are also held aside and flying away.

That sucks, I didn't know my ship was going to be looted... you barbarians named fairies!

"Here! Temei and the others will not forgive you!!

"Yikes!"

"Angry, angry!

"Yah, let's get caught!

"Wait, Cora! Especially the guy with the crystal bearings there! How many of those do you think you're gonna get?

Some looting fairies took away expensive parts that seriously wouldn't be stylish, so if you let Soytz get away with it, it would be a big deal. Mainly, my responsibility for taking valuables away!

But as if to mock the desperate screams with my bees, the fairies are both running around smiling as they say cackle.

No, this small size for endless vertical aerodynamic power. Then you can't catch it that easily. He laughs and slips through the gap in his arm I roll out. Featherworm!

"Damn, you little bastards, you made me mean it."

Use the manoeuvre of the suit. But the usurper will capture! Especially the crystal bearing guy. Never!!

"Prepare yourself."

"Stop, people there!

At that time, a sphere of blue and white shining light appeared, large in digits from the other fairies.

"Oh?"

"If you're going to get your hands on us fairies, I won't forgive you!

and blue light spheres emit a sharp dialogue, unlike the other lilim beginners full of kids.

"What the fuck, Teme?"

"I'm Lillieheim, the Knights of Kingsguard, Reese Tearingheart!

The Blue New Fairy that raises its name quite nicely...... I see it's different from the rest of them. The massive miscellaneous energy output shown by the sensors is knocking out a figure nearly three times that of the lirim.

Or is it a wack that he has a body that is three times bigger?

Same doll size as Lillim in height and physique. She is only a blonde, blue-eyed kid cho rounded toddler.

But besides glowing blue, he's very different from the rest of them.

He's wearing armor.

Regardless, it's not 'Mobile Armor (Raid Suit)' like me. It is an armored helmet, more ancient, really just wrapped in iron armor.

But the silver armor, brilliant without a blemish, felt something of pure beauty, like Earth's art, which now exists only in the database.

It's like, super real toddler figure with first-class armor parts, a wastefully complete look like. If you want to name your work, something like a fairy knight?

"I see you have a lot of command when it comes to captain, don't you, Mon? Then stop the looting!

"You can't do that."

"What?"

"You just called, you think your kids will stop"

"Well, then, both bad kids need to be punished."

"Whatever the reason, I won't let my countrymen touch me!

When I started thruster up, the fairy knight put up a spear - or a spear, right? The elongated conical weapon is supposedly the assault spear the knight wields on the horse. A fantasy geek's man said something about Jost expanding the data set, but I don't even remember the details.

Now, following the armor, once again, is the advent of a preemptive item... that spear, from its size, just looks like a toy, but I don't know why, I feel like I'm being stuck at the muzzle.

"Hey, I pointed my weapon at you, you must be ready?

"Whatever. You are the one who should step back and wait for Shannon while you do the warning."

I'm already in good shape to be able to manoeuvre at all times.

In contrast, the Fairy Knight also creates quite a few signs on the same doll-sized pieces as the rest of them.

Ever since I joined the army, I've been training and playing field games every day, and I kind of know if they're really strong or just haphazard. Is that what you call one look at him? Especially if it's an intuition without any scientific basis, but if you fight through it on the front line for about five years, it's something that pretty much anyone will understand.

My guess is that this fairy knight - Reese Tearingheart and I are the ones who can never look and be caught off guard.

Shit, it can be hard to keep him unharmed with your bare hands.

"Huga, are you kidding?

"Lillim, you stay back from the danger."

Push the rim that sticks to your cheek with your finger.

Lillim was rolling my shoulder corny and flying straight out into space to move into a floating state with Fuyo Fuyo.

All right, you see my ambition there. I'll show you what a Confederate soldier can do.

"Are you not willing to leave...... then let me ask you a name or so. Humans, name it!

"Major Huga Rain, belonging to the 13th Regiment of the First Mars Fleet of the Federation of Earth (Zierce)"

"Come on, Huga. Duel, take it and stand!

"Hehe, I'll dent your bragging armor and make you cry."

"Let it soak! Slap it down, you'll regret it - come on!

"Shh, call me."

"Energy-Residual 0% Forced Termination"

Byyyyyyyyy!!

All of the suit's drive systems shut down along with the shitty buzzer sound. Of course, the thruster I was blowing also made a sad noise and stopped.

Even if the energy source that moves the "Mobile Armor (Raid Suit)" runs out, it is not a wax that prevents you from moving one piece. The suit, the crystal of Confederate technology that is the best in the universe, allows for minimal operation, even if it runs out of energy.

How much can you move, uh, you see, there's a space suit that humanity wore when it first came down to the moon? For mobility like that...

"Hey, wait a minute -"

"Success!!

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

Towards me, equal to being stopped, when Reese rolled out the spear, its tip glowed with glare - and I was falling all the way back into the flower garden, not knowing what it was.

"Ugh, dude, damn... losing my energy level was cut by 1% haha..."

"Well, not as much as your mouth, Huga."

and Reese standing on my chest with a fallen down and showing off her hateful Doya face. Hey, if Energy has five more seconds, it's you...

"Well, you're finally grown up. This is going to make it easier."

"Take me... where are you taking me?"

"It's decided, it's Fairy Castle (Destiny Palace). Take the princess out there."

Where are you, princess? Lillim's code name, "The Princess," is the commander in chief. Just in time, I think I'll finally meet someone who understands the story.

"Hey, guys, help me get this man to the castle."

"Yes!"

"Wow!"

"No!

In response to Reese's call, the fairies flock to me like walruses and worms.

They caught a small hand in the suit's armor - so they lifted it up!

I stay on my back, float in the universe by the power of the fairy, and start to move as I am. Apparently, seriously, they're going to carry you to the castle in this state.

"Hey, how unusual..."

Light captivity by losing to little fairies after running out of energy is a serious bodily injury in a Confederate soldier. I'm glad no one has my men. If he were seen caught with such fairies, Arge would also make a silent transfer wish.

"Shit, the ship falls, you lose fights, you're scattered"

"Huga, are you peeing? Hang in there."

When did Lillim come back for my head? Totally childish, but, well, it conveys the desire to comfort me.

But I want you to stop sitting on my forehead.

"Yeah, Chickshaw, I don't care anymore."

Think of it, it's what got you into a situation that doesn't make sense from what... well, it would be far better than falling in the middle of Central Hive. If Invader doesn't even show up, most things will work out.

So prepared, I was dressed like no other, and the fairies took me.