Kuro no Senki (LN)

That stinks, Roy rubbed his nose as he walked.

The wind flowing from enemy field positions was pregnant with a stench.

It is not a rotten smell.

If it's summer, it's still January - it's still winter.

It takes time for the body to rot.

The bad smell is the smell of vagrant blood and organs.

The smell grows stronger as we approach enemy field positions.

When I looked behind me over my shoulder, Richard was staring at me.

My complexion is not good.

"Is this the first time you've smelled a gut?

"Yeah, well, you're right."

Richard caged his mouth.

I guess you're afraid you'll be regarded as a coward.

That's what a man is.

The military, in particular, has a strong tendency to do so.

I believe that if I were a man, I would be respected by my companions, and if I were not, I would be despised.

This is ridiculous.

Man or woman, he who is despised is despised.

But unfortunately, if a lot of people believe that, it will be true.

Especially in an environment as closed as the military.

force it on others to cite themselves as falling into self-restraint.

I can't afford to end it because I believe that's right.

No, maybe he thinly feels that's a mistake.

Still, you can't say it's a mistake.

Denying the values we share in large numbers means we will no longer be one of them.

I get isolated on the battlefield.

That is so horrible.

Only true brave men can fight on a battlefield full of enemies.

Tonal pressure spreads because there is no such thing as true bravery.

Really crap.

Crap, but I guess the fact that it doesn't go away has some merit.

You think you'll increase your sense of union on the battlefield, for example?

Well, it's pointless to increase your sense of union but die of it.

With that in mind, Richard opened his mouth with a snack.

"Lord Roy... no, it's nothing"

"This isn't my first time."

Roy smiled bitterly.

The first time I smelled a gut smell was when I met my mother's body face to face.

The second time I fought my mother's revenge.

That's when I found out that neither the beauty nor the ugly man would change the smell of their organs very much.

Before that, the leader of the Kingsguard Knights won't talk about it in a homicide-naïve.

"But will it be okay?

"What?

"Will the rebels keep their promises?

When Roy inquired, Richard said to groan.

"I told you I'd be fine.

"That's right..."

Richard caged his mouth.

I guess I'm getting anxiety now.

He seems to be ashamed of himself like that, but that's a natural emotion as a person.

Rebels - If Chrono was lying, Roy and Richard would die.

It's hard to stay calm in situations where you might die.

I think it's okay, but Roy looked up at his favorite spear.

The tip is tied with a white cloth.

This is the signal that we are here to negotiate.

Roy stopped in front of the obstacle in front of him and put up his spear.

Soldiers looking at this one through the hole face to face.

That's when something moved in the corner of my vision.

Looking around, Chrono and Minotaur came out of the field position.

Chrono has a foldable chair and Minotaur is in charge of the table.

It seems to be creating a place where we can get through, but it won't be easy to break through.

Chrono and Minotaur are approaching us bypassing obstacles.

It's been quite a while...

"Hi, it's been a while"

Chrono stopped and lowered his head gently.

Roy opened his eyes gently.

We are not certain, but we are hostile.

No wonder they have evil feelings.

Nonetheless, Chrono's attitude was too normal.

A little surprised.

"Oh, it's been a long time. Ever since Teito."

"Does that mean you came here?

"I'm here to discuss a temporary truce"

"Good."

Chrono exhaled as if relieved.

"Heh heh heh heh"

"It was worth bringing a chair and a table"

When Chrono placed the chair, Minotaur lowered the table.

"Go ahead."

"Oh, no evil"

Roy glanced at him and offered Richard his favorite spear.

Richard showed a bare gesture as if he was confused, but takes it in horrible hands.

When Roy sat in the chair, Chrono also sat down.

"And I didn't expect Lord Roy to come. I just thought Lord Archena was coming..."

Is that true?

"Yeah, it's true"

Chrono said with a smile.

Probably a lie.

There is no technique for ascertaining authenticity, but to some extent we should assume that we know the insides of the Imperial Army.

"So, we're talking about a temporary truce."

"Yeah, I want you to retrieve the bodies and the wounded. There's a wounded man on a boulder. Yeah, groaning, but fighting is..."

"Well, yeah."

Roy nodded.

I know what you're talking about while you keep it disposable, but you can't just leave the wounded alone to keep morale.

"How long will the truce last?

"Right."

Roy put his arms together, but given the situation of the Imperial Army, a prolonged truce is difficult.

"How about until noon tomorrow?

"Tomorrow at noon?

"Oh, I'll contact you well in advance when I extend it"

"... I see"

Chrono nodded for a while.

"By the way, you refrain from attacking me when transporting the wounded, don't you?

"Yeah, if you tie a white cloth to the tip of the stick and put it up so it looks good, it won't be targeted. Most importantly, we attack when we are coming from the Imperial Capital to the battlefield or when the cavalry is traveling alone…"

"You're solid."

"This is still the commander."

Chrono laughed bitterly and Roy laughed when he was caught too.

I laughed at it, but as an Imperial Army, it's not a very funny situation.

Setting a landmark for refraining from attacking meant that we had assumed this situation.

I'm turning too far behind.

"I'll make sure, just in case, that this one doesn't get his hands on transporting the wounded, so he won't break the field position either, will he?

"Naturally."

"Excuse me. But I want assurance."

"Okay. I'll oversee the work. You can kill me if your men behave suspiciously."

"... Lord Roy"

It was Richard who reacted to Roy's words.

"What?"

"Isn't that too dangerous?

"You don't have a choice."

It's quite thrilling that my men would die if they acted suspiciously.

But that's what the person in charge is.

"Now you're not complaining, are you?

"Yes, of course."

"Good. Now we have a deal."

Roy stroked his chest down.

Half is serious, the other half is acting.

I appreciate that the conditions fit within this assumption.

"How many workers are there?

"Right. How about a thousand?

"Is it a thousand people"

Chrono frowned hard.

"Can't you?

"Okay."

Chrono said in a sigh.

Surprisingly, I'm surprised.

I thought it would stick because I could consume this food without fighting.

Did you think that you would not be able to attack the supply troops during the truce?

Or do you have another hand?

Either way, you don't seem to think you need to stick around here.

"Bye."

"Wait a minute, please"

Chrono raised his voice as Roy tried to get up.

"What?"

"Baron Bowties...... oh, you were the treasurer now. Bowties, I'm not done with the Treasurer yet."

"If I told you to give it back, would you give it back?

"Of course it is. Bowties, the Treasurer is an important man."

"Someone important."

Roy groaned small and sat back down.

"What are the terms of the surrender?

"No, sir."

"Don't you?"

Roy groaned in a fed up mood.

"I just don't think you can trust me with nothing on the terms, so when we're done collecting the bodies and the wounded, I mean handing them over."

"Do you have one?"

"How about under those conditions?

Chrono rides himself out.

Well, what's going on, Roy put his arms together.

I thought it might be easier to have them kept until the battle was over, but it's lame to leave the treasury director alone even though we recovered the vagrant's body.

"Okay."

"Good."

As Roy nodded, Chrono stroked his chest down.

Did you even make a deal with the Bowties Treasurer?

Such an imagination would go past the back of the brain, but the director of the Bowties Treasury would not respond.

They're killing my wife.

I have to deal with it personally in case I'm up to the deal.

"The truce is until noon tomorrow, and the number of people working here is a thousand, and it's good to see a stick tied with cloth when carrying the wounded, right?

"Yes, thank you"

Chrono lowered his head with a pepper and Roy stood up.

"Ha, help me"

"Hot, hot. Give me some water."

"Yes, it hurts."

"Yes, please. Kill me."

I hear groans from all over enemy field positions.

Roy stood beside the obstacle in front of him, with a stick tied with a white cloth.

It's a stick about three meters.

This won't mean you can't see from enemy positions.

I don't need it now because it's a landmark for transporting the wounded, but it's a matter of mood.

"... hey, just carry me"

"Ha!

As Roy crouched his jaw, a large number of general soldiers went past him.

What you have in your hand is a stretcher made of matching materials.

Archena still didn't look good when making the stretcher.

But I made him snort.

I'm really glad you said the word I'll leave it to you.

If I hadn't taken the pledge, I'd be wasting my time again.

That said, the number of stretchers is lacking.

There...

"All right! We're gonna wake the luggage truck!

"Okay! I'll be careful!

"Don't break it! Slow down, slow down!

wake up a luggage car that had been overthrown as the general soldier spoke to each other.

"The body is this way!

"The wounded are this way!

The general soldier handily retrieves the body and carries the wounded with a stretcher.

"... I don't have anything to do"

Roy brought it to the stick of the tree and blurred.

I said I would supervise, but the average soldier is well-behaved.

No, and I shake my head small.

I guess Richard was selecting a well-behaved general soldier.

I knew it, but he's a deadbeat man.

How could such a man fall all over the military school and be sent to Empire City like a troublesome payment?

"... the other way around"

I guess the teachers at the military school couldn't understand Richard's talent and the superiors were disgusted that they could do their job.

Roy would appreciate it if he had a workable subordinate, but there's a fair percentage of people in the world who don't think so.

I am particularly proud to be captain of the battalion - I also say it is thoughtful - noble.

I guess I got annoyed when they threw up an honest argument.

I feel like welcoming you as a subordinate, but Richard would say no.

"… for once, try to speak up"

If you can't understand it, you can make money.

Once we have the rebellion - if we can put it away, we have to rebuild the army.

We need people like Richard then.

Observe the movement of the general soldier with that in mind.

I realize there is a fuss.

General soldiers don't try to get to the other side of a crippled obstacle.

Well, of course.

We've seen all that tragedy.

Normally I'm afraid to notice.

"Please help me."

"Mi, water."

"My legs are cramped and I can't move."

"Come quickly."

I hear voices like that, but the average soldier doesn't try to get to the other side of the obstacle.

Turning away, or leaning down.

I had no choice, Roy scratched his head.

"Hey, you there!

"Ha!

A general soldier stretched his spine to Roy's words.

"Hold this."

"Ha?

Roy pushed a stick of wood tied with a white cloth against the general soldier and turned under the crippled obstacle - the wounded beyond it.

The rebel soldiers are watching this one through the hole, but they don't seem to intend to attack.

Roy jumps over the crippled obstacle and goes further back.

"Please help me."

"Oh, wait."

Roy turned to the voice.

The Lord of the Voice was holding his belly.

The size of the wound was not so great, but it smelled like stool.

Perhaps he's damaged his gut.

Roy held the man up and returned to his original path.

"Help me."

"Oh, take me with you."

"Please help me."

"Help."

A voice cries out for salvation from all over.

"Don't worry! I will definitely help you!

At the time Roy raised his voice, a general soldier jumped over a crippled obstacle.

When one jumps over, one jumps over the other.

The first soldier to jump over the obstacle rushes over here.

And stopped in front of Roy.

"Lord Roy, we have to..."

"Oh, I asked you to."

"Ha, I'll take care of it!

The general soldier says with his spine stretched out and receives the wounded.

As Roy stood on the spot, the soldier who kept the stick approached him.

"Lord Roy! I'll give it back!

No evil.

"No, no!

When Roy received the stick as he thanked him, the general soldier shook his head left and right violently.

"But the military uniform..."

Hmm? and Roy looked down at his military uniform.

It didn't look like a big scratch, but I guess it was misjudged.

The white uniform was stained bright red.

"My uniform is as dirty as it gets."

"Ha! Sorry!

The general soldier stretched his spine.

"Go."

"Ha, I will help one and many wounded!

When the general soldier saluted him, he ran under the wounded.

You were able to serve as a superior officer, and Roy exhaled small.

Push your men back by showing them to take the initiative.

I know there are other ways to move my men, but this is the easiest way to do it.

Roy sighed small and looked up at the sky.

The sun sank and Roy returned to the Imperial Army field position.

It's no different from enemy field positions there either.

I hear voices from all over.

"Ouch, it hurts."

"Water, give me water"

"Yes, treat me quickly"

"Shit, why are you looking at me like this..."

Roy turned to the tent with Archena as he heard the groans.

Some of them were hand in hand here, but they don't feel good.

To be honest, I'm uncomfortable.

It was to preserve the morale of the general soldiers who helped the vagabonds.

In the first place, Roy did not strongly contest Archena's decision to use and crush the vagabonds.

If you say so, you're the one who drove them to hell.

And yet it's uncomfortable to be appreciated.

At the end of the day, I guess I'm a legitimate person.

There is at least a degree of sensitivity to feeling a series of actions as shame.

I'm home now.

"… you"

As Roy entered the tent, Archena glanced blatantly at him.

Maybe it's because the uniform is dirty with blood.

"Why don't you get dressed?"

"I don't have a new uniform."

"Still, are you a Kingsguard?"

"Even so, the Kingsguard Knights Commander."

Roy walked over to the table in the center in a fed up mood.

There was a modified map on the table.

"Is this an ops conference?

"What else do you have?

Archena has inquired in the face.

Well, this is within my expectations again.

"So, what are we gonna do?

"The mercenaries' work has revealed the full extent of the enemy field position."

"It was devastating."

Roy said by putting himself up on the shelf.

I was uncomfortable when I saw the enemy field position, but I didn't realize who it was.

That's where I stopped thinking.

I should have let my thoughts go around more then.

That would not have resulted in 10,000 casualties.

Regret is always bitter.

"The center we thought was thin is strong. So aim for the right, or left."

"That's a good idea."

Roy spread his arms.

"If you bypass, disable the obstacle because you won't take advantage of the force difference"

"I'll tell you just in case, I'll never let you imitate me in my clothes."

"I know that"

Archena said as frustrated.

"How?

I'll leave you to it.

"Right."

Roy spewed out the words with his sigh.

"Are you dissatisfied?

"That's not why. That's not why, let me just ask you one thing. Is that your idea?

"... yes"

Archena answered after a while.

Maybe Ralph was instructed by the military commissioner.

But even pointing that out, Archena will insist on what she thinks.

This is the end of the story, more than there is to be sure.

"Okay."

Roy scratched his head and headed outside.

Stop along the way and look back.

"You still got something?

"The truce is not until noon tomorrow. And when that's over, Bowties, the Treasurer will be released."

"Right."

Archena exhaled small.

It felt like a sigh, not a relief.

"Bowties, I think the Treasurer should rest in the capital."

"I agree. We're done talking."

"Right."

"Yes."

As Roy got out of the tent, Richard rushed over.

Stop in front of me and salute me.

He's a tough guy.

"Because it's sexual."

Richard smiled hauntingly.

As Roy walked out, Richard followed in a hurry.

"What are your plans?

"Walk appropriately down the position and sleep in the tent. What's the status of the wounded?

"We have recovered less than three thousand people. I'll send you back to the capital first thing tomorrow morning."

"A long time... well, yeah"

"I'm sorry, because I want to save some food"

Richard caged his mouth.

Only 60% of the food arrived.

We need to save somewhere.

If so, we will have to cut the portion of those who cannot fight.

"Can't you afford that much?

"It arrived 60% of the time. It'll be less than six days."

"Six days. If I can replenish it, I'll be fine."

Roy sighed deeply.

I didn't think you'd be the wingman to fight while you were fighting in imperial territory worrying about rice.

What a motivating story.

"What about future operations?

He says both wings of enemy positions are thin.

"Both wings, is it"

"The basic policy is to disable the obstacle in order to use the force, and I'll leave the rest to you."

"... that's enough"

"Well, yeah."

Roy nodded vaguely.

I think it was the instructions of the military commissioner Ralph, but I couldn't read Archena's intentions at all.

What are you thinking, Roy sighed small.

A dozen wounded soldiers were scratching dinner fine at the field hospital.

Hospital food is quite sumptuous compared to regular meals.

Chrono stroked his chest down as he looked at the wounded soldiers.

Are you relieved? '(Bubba?

"Yeah, I'm relieved"

Chrono nodded at Minot's words.

"The Admiral is too worried."

"Yes, it is."

The Imperial Army soldier - a floater up mercenary, according to information received from his captors - chilled his liver on the boulder when he threw magic items into the trenches.

"Dr. Weissman, you're so varied."

"Doctor, can't things be weird? '(Bubba?

"Well, that's how much I appreciate it"

Chrono smiled bitterly.

This trench has an improvement devised by Dr. Weisman.

It means digging a deep ditch at the bottom of the trench.

Dropping magic items there helped minimize the damage - no dead, stun and temporary hearing loss majorities.

"I'm so glad."

Chrono shrugged and turned his heel back.

I can't even rest what I can with a commander.

After several failures, it was finally a frontier of learning.

Get out of the tent and walk in the position.

Go where you want, stay where you want, stay where you want.

Even during the truce, the air in the field position feels somewhere loose.

I'm not going to blame you.

The main force of the Imperial Army is a prostitute.

When the tension lasts too long, it comes to me mentally.

I need some time to relax.

'And I couldn't imagine the Empire swallowing a truce' (Bubba)

"Really?"

"That's all I used to throw away soldiers."

You're angry at the way the Imperial Army does it, the deputy snorted roughly, too.

"Really?

"On the contrary, why did the Admiral think the Empire would swallow a truce? '(Bubba?

"I guess it's because I trust Lord Roy."

'Credit?' (Bubba?

The deputy muttered to the parrot.

"The first time I saw him was at Alphirk Castle, he was having a crazy duel."

"Crazy talk duel...... it sounds easy to lose honor whether you win or lose" (Buyabu)

"I've been dating from there, and I've always been uncomfortable, like I was sure in the words of Tyga"

Are you imitating Aridead and Deneb? '(Bubba?

"No, because it's not an imitation"

Chrono looked around and exhaled in a ho.

I felt like I was jumping out of the dark.

What kind of certainty did you have? '(Bubba?

Lord Roy is calm.

He had identified his opponent's attack even during the duel.

At least I wasn't swayed by emotions.

"So I was wondering if Lord Roy would swallow the truce"

I'll take a good look.

"Not so much... I wonder"

Chrono strained his chest.

"But wouldn't it be so bad if someone so calm came out? '(Bubba?

"Well, not in the immediate battle."

But Chrono goes on.

"Thinking ahead, you'd better come out"

"Why do you still have a plan? '(Bubba?

"In other words, it would be nice if this were the case, even if there is a punching element, the odds of that happening seem to increase… there are places depending on the enemy"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Buh-uh, the deputy exhaled from his nose.