Kuro no Senki (LN)
Episode 18: The Showdown/Behind Part 1
Mid-January 434 of the Imperial Calendar - the wind blows in.
Severe, cold wind.
It's like you're trying to blow everything up.
In fact, if you're caught off guard - you don't have to be caught off guard or you'll be blown away.
Then we'll be upside down to the ocean a few dozen meters down.
Around here - I hear tidal currents are intense around the southern perimeter.
If he falls, he'll have a good chance of dying.
"Guh!
Tilia groaned small and leaned against the rock wall.
To minimize the effects of the wind, but I doubt it's really minimized.
My body is about to be pulled away from the rock wall, and my fingers hooked to my stitches hurt.
It must be hurting.
My nails are cracked and my dry blood is creeping at my fingertips.
Nonetheless, the feeling that comes from it is dull.
Looks like it's not my own finger.
It could look like this if I layered a bunch of gloves on it.
Could this be the guy with the frostbite?
Chills crawl up my spine and my heart beats faster.
Because I imagined what would happen to my fingers.
Should we use kamikaze?
Tilia's divine art cannot regenerate missing areas.
But now we should make it.
"Or..."
Shut your mouth trying to use Kamikaze.
Close your eyes and look at your hands.
Thin light stands up like yarn.
I had to use divine authority to climb this far.
The effect is limited, but if I use it any more, I may be eaten by God with side effects.
If they eat my fingers, it's over.
If you spare your fingers and lose them, it's the end of the line, and if the Imperial Army loses, you can't face the Chronos.
Well, I'll be dead by then...
The wind stops and Tilia starts climbing the rock wall again.
Hang your fingers on the crease, hook your nail tips, and climb up one by one.
I don't think about anything extra.
Climb. Climb even.
When the wind blows, lean against the rock wall.
That's OK.
Actually, no, but thoughts are better simple.
It just kills my mood when I think about my fingers falling from the frostbite.
"... climbing climbing climbing"
I hang my fingers on the cone with bumps and squeals.
The next moment, the blur collapsed.
The floating sensation wrapped the body and the impact pierced the body.
Someone grabbed Tilia's hand.
When I looked up, Chrono's father - Claude - was looking down at Tilia.
Of course, he's the one holding hands.
Apparently, he was climbing to a point where he was just one step away.
"Hey, princess. Long time no see."
"Long time no see."
As Tilia responded as she looked up, Claude stripped out her teeth and laughed.
It's a grin that makes you feel strange and adorable.
"Since the ball?
"You know what?"
"I was so sorry I couldn't say hello back then."
"Don't worry, I was drunk too. So, how are you doing with my son?
"Um, I'm proud to say I'm doing pretty well"
"That guy is superimposed. Take a look at my grandson's face before he dies."
"It's time for you to pull me up?
Tilia blocked Claude's words.
Of course I feel sorry for you, but this one is suspended.
I've climbed the shoreline, and I miss the ground so much.
I'm in such a mood to donate to the Loess Temple.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that."
"- Huh!"
Claude scratched his head and pulled Tilia up with one arm.
Put it down on the ground and stick your ass cake on.
"You didn't leak it, did you?
"Leak it!
Ah, and Tilia held her mouth.
I reacted with vegetables.
"If that's all you're doing, you'll be fine."
haha, Claude laughed.
Tilia stood up aware her cheeks would get hot.
Still flutters underfoot, but it'll be fine.
Rounding his gaze, the front carriage and the five horsemen caught his eye.
"I'm going to have you travel to my house in that carriage. but before..."
"What?"
Let me get back to you.
……
And Tilia swallowed the saliva.
If you don't mouth the answer he wants, he'll be pushed off the cliff.
"When it's all over, you want me to meet your mother, right?
"Yes."
"I'm sure you've already accepted that."
South Side Border - Claude and I have made several pickups in letters.
I made a number of promises, some of which included making me meet my mother.
I feel like now.
"I heard it directly from the princess."
"You're not gonna change your response, are you?
"Still."
Claude turns a staring gaze.
Slightly aggressive attitude, but out of strength from the body.
The sword raised from the waist caught my eye.
He could be slaughtered and killed before he's thrown off a cliff.
But that's what a wartime negotiation would be like.
"Let's promise. When it's all over, I'll make sure Claude Crawford gets to meet her mother, Astrea."
"Just the two of us."
"I promise you that too"
Phew, and Claude sighed small.
"I'm relieved. But, okay? I'm gonna kill Astraire, in any case."
"... from Chrono"
Tilia mumbled.
What is the right thing to call it in this case?
Lord Claude - I feel like someone else is behaving.
Dear father-in-law - I may be familiar with this.
You can call me whatever you want.
"Now, with Lord Claude,"
"I don't care if you're my stepfather."
"I thought about that too, but me and Chrono aren't married yet"
"Does that mean you're going to get married yet?
"Naturally."
"Is that obvious?"
Claude said to groan, but for Tilia, Chrono is the first man.
Make him take responsibility properly.
So I want you to live until then.
Of course, I wouldn't say...
"Anyway, I hear from Chrono the cause of my mother and Lord Claude. It is the seed my mother sowed when it came to the former. If I don't get my harvest myself, I can't get through."
I used my ideals as a tool to gather soldiers, and I killed Count Rio Cairon - Rio.
Sent a beloved man to his death, the old knights who admired themselves.
We are stacking sacrifices to beat the Empire.
And yet I can't believe my own mother is the only exception.
"Muscle."
"Oh, muscle."
"I don't hate it. It's a word."
"I don't really like it"
I'm sick and tired of feeling like the convenience of stacking sacrifices.
I took my sword to protect the man I love and I'm sending that man to his death.
It's a terrible contradiction.
God seems to like irony so much.
"So, what do you think?
"I'm satisfied."
"What about me?
Tilia looked up unexpectedly.
Near the Imperial Capital, the Imperial Army and the Imperial Army stare at each other.
And yet you have to convince the other seven?
"Don't look like that. We're all here to talk about working with Empress Tilia."
"Right."
Tilia exhaled in a ho.
"You need a big name to start a revolt."
"Then why do you say things that would be misunderstood?"
"I just wanted to make fun of you."
"I knew you were Chrono's father."
"Don't praise me so much."
"Not praised."
Tilia turned to the front carriage in a harsh manner.
At that time, my vision inadvertently darkened.
When my vision returned, the ground was approaching.
Apparently, I lost my mind.
It must have been a moment, considering we were still in the process of falling.
It's dirt down there, and you won't get hurt badly.
That's when I decided to be ready, I was taken for a fluke.
"Are you all right?
"Oh, I'm fine"
Tilia shook her head and stood on the ground with her own feet.
It was Elf's maid who supported me - Myra.
Since when do I see her?
"Thanks to you, I was saved. Thank you."
"No, it's for your wife."
"Ma'am."
It doesn't sound bad.
Myra turns her gaze like a lick.
"Is there something on my face?
"He looked pale for a long time."
"I'm going to be great myself."
"I thought it might be an illusion."
Myra glanced.
I seem to look really pale when I get this look on my face.
Come to think of it, it was packed with work since Chrono was about to be escorted to the Imperial City.
On top of that, he traveled in carriages and boats, twisting up dozens of meters of rock walls.
Surely there are no elements that make it excellent.
I feel like I was dying with the intention of being in excellent shape.
And fingertips.
"Guh!
Tilia stared at her own fingers and moaned.
The second joint of the finger is discoloured...
"Wow!
"It's okay, please calm down"
Myra stroked my back gently as I vomited.
There is a loss of strength from the leg and it is likely to enter the scene.
That didn't happen thanks to Myra diving aside and supporting her body.
"Oh, hey, what's going on?
"My husband has a blanket!
"Oh, wow."
Claude rushed to the front carriage.
"Apparently, you're not feeling well"
"That's what I've been saying since before."
Tilia borrowed Myra's shoulder and headed to the front carriage.
When Tilia woke up, it wasn't in the front carriage, it was on the bed.
My head is heavy as if it were packed with lead, and my temples hurt stiffly.
I'm not sure if it's a side effect of kamikaze or just ill health.
"... fingers."
I hold out my hand to see if I'm safe.
Exhale in a ho.
My fingers were safe.
If it's covered in bandages, but it's not missing, I can cure it with my own divine art.
"Good - heh!
Tilia shrugged and jumped up.
It hurt like my body was pounding.
It's like when you have a bad quality cold.
"How long have I been asleep?
A day or two would still be fine.
Suppose you've been asleep for a week...
The blood caught my attention and I learned to glare.
I just woke up, but I think I'm going to graduate.
The success or failure of the operation depends on whether you can take Alfort while Leonhardt is away.
Separate teams are the key to victory.
Yet what do you do if you can't move leading a separate task force?
"I don't want it this way."
- Excuse me, sir.
As Tilia tried to get out of bed, the door opened.
It was Myra who opened the door.
I have a silver tray in my hand.
Looks like he brought the dish in to find out from the fact that the hot air is rising.
But not if you're eating for a long time now.
I went down from bed, where I realized for the first time that I was wearing a negligee.
I don't remember, so I guess someone made me change.
I was naked unconscious.
My cheeks get hot with so much embarrassment.
Tilia suppressed the rising shame and stuffed Myra.
"Myra! How many days have I slept?
"Two days have passed since your wife fell."
"... for two days"
Tilia shrugged.
"I almost fell asleep while traveling in the carriage"
"... right"
I woke up a few times along the way, if you ask me. I remember.
Ma'am, please go back to bed.
"But!"
"Please go back. In my mouth."
"What do you say outside your mouth?
"Of course, with this flesh"
Myra held the silver tray with one hand and stood on her half.
Can you win?
You don't have to be intact until you lose.
Besides, I found out two days after I fell.
There's no reason to fight, and there's no benefit to her throwing up lies.
When I exhaled, my strength fell out of my leg.
I'm about to fall, but I manage to support my body.
"... ma'am"
"I know."
Tilia went back to bed and sat with her legs stretched out over it.
It hurt like my body was stirring even though it only moved a little bit.
"Excuse me, sir."
Myra hid Tilia's legs in a futon and placed a tray over her thick crotch.
The only thing on the tray is the wheat porridge and spoon.
"Is that all?
"I'm sick, that's enough."
"So is that."
Tilia took the spoon and glanced at the pain.
I wasn't optimistic, but I guess the wound is still terrible.
What the hell is my finger like?
I'm not going to say anything, so it shouldn't be like cutting off.
I'd like to believe that...
"... the"
"Don't worry, I'm the one who got Princess Tilia dressed."
"It's not!
Tilia screamed.
Apparently it was Myra who got herself dressed.
Why can't I feel safe when I'm of the same sex?
I'm in a mixed mood with relief and anxiety.
"What about my fingers?
"I was on the verge of frostbite, but don't worry, the treatment is over"
"Right."
Tilia exhaled in a ho.
I was anxious...
"... Speaking of"
"What is it?
"Do you have a medical mind?
"Self-taught, though."
"Then don't worry."
Tilia carried the wheat porridge to her mouth and flaunted her face.
Wheat congee doesn't just seem to be a stewed wheat.
Perhaps the wheat was simmered in a broiled soup with various ingredients.
But I find it oddly greasy.
I guess you noticed this one's weird.
Myra frowned in surprise.
"What have you done?
"Um, is it because you're not feeling well? Thanks."
"I meant to be distressed so that I could absorb nutrition without being forced, but maybe that wasn't what I should have done"
Myra had a bewildered look on her face.
Maybe I've never had much of an experience like this.
"... sorry"
"No, I'm the one who's sorry. I'm in the mood for thinking about my lack of clarity."
Myra smiled small.
"Then I'll cook again and come. Could you tell us what you think of cooking for your reference?"
"Um, I felt greasy"
"Is it greasy"
Myra frowned hard.
"What's wrong with you?
"I was going for a light flavor. Right. Maybe a lighter flavor would be better. Let's get some fruit for you to reword."
"Fruit? Then I think I can eat it somehow."
"Well, please wait a moment"
That said, Myra walked out of the room with Trey in her hand.
Tilia lay down and sighed.
As I finished my meal and was delighted, the sound of a chatter sounded.
When Tilia jumps up reflexively...
"I'm sorry I can't. Stay asleep."
Claude pointed flat at me.
Myra is holding back behind her back.
"Much better thanks to you?
"I heard you only ate fruit, didn't I?
"Guru..."
Tilia groaned.
I also wanted to argue that I ate the wheat porridge, but I left over half of it.
I also helped with my apologies and couldn't really argue with them.
"So don't push it"
"Sorry."
"I mean fine. Anyway, I'm gonna be your stepfather."
haha, Claude laughed and sat in the chair that was by the bedside.
"Well, what, I'm a man who lacks delicacy..."
"You were conscious."
"Well, we've known each other longer than you."
Claude responded to the sighing when Myra, who was holding back behind him, penetrated.
"I've been doing me for over sixty years. I'm so aware of what I can't do."
"I thought it might have been a little too long until I realized it"
"Sorry about that. I didn't have time to be objective."
"No, because it's also the maid's job to support her husband."
"Right."
Claude said like a rotten one.
"You're here to do comic talent?
"No, I'm not."
Claude told him like a muck and scratched his head awkwardly.
"I don't mind you talking to me normally."
"You said you were dealing with a sick woman."
"Sir, shouldn't I do something I'm not used to?
"I thought you should be in the mood."
"Is it a matter of mood"
Tilia groaned.
I wanted a few more good reasons.
"You feel important, don't you?
"Well, yeah."
Few have become prostitutes because they want to do something big.
Some would have joined in flushed by the mood and atmosphere.
I had to send him to the battlefield to such a person.
What a pity.
"So, what's the real purpose?
I thought I'd tell you my schedule for the future.
Honey, and Claude coughed up and corrected her place of residence.
"I'm sorry I'm not feeling well, but I need you to meet the Lord of the South Side tomorrow."
"Okay."
No evil.
"No, I don't mind"
Claude said he seemed sorry, but naturally because he joins forces.
If we meet, we get intimacy, and we can boost morale.
"Anything else?
"Oh, right. And then we'll meet up with the commander."
"What, Lord Claude's in command?"
'Cause I'm old.
"Wouldn't you?
Tilia tilted her neck.
He says he's old, but he can lift a woman with one arm.
Isn't he stronger than the soldier in the company?
"Stir it up and there's nothing out there."
"That's not why..."
Tilia scratched her cheek.
"For once, the Commander-in-Chief meant me."
"Really?"
"I told you for once. My place is dominated by battalions and veterans stationed on the southern border..."
"But?"
Tilia shrugged at the parrot.
I envy the fact that ex-conventional soldiers are the main force.
What the hell is the problem?
"Too unsolicited for when I was active"
"Oh, sure."
When Claude was active, each lord led a soldier.
The military at the time and now are separate.
"No, wait. Arthur was adapting to modern times."
"Don't be with the guy who was teaching at the military school. I was just trying to run my territory."
"So is that."
"Well, he's got the right material. You convinced?
"I did. So, who's in command?
"He's a dragon."
"Where's the mercenary?
Tilia asked unexpectedly.
Dragon - a pseudonymous name, but a mercenary would be convincing.
"He's Baron Gillant's son."
"Why is the lord's son named after a pseudonym?
"Real name."
"Real name?
Tilia raised her bare voice.
"Why, what a name for a dragon..."
"He wanted me to be a strong man like a dragon."
I can't believe it.
I understand your desire to be a strong child.
But shouldn't parents take it more seriously?
"Anyway, the dragon takes command of the main unit. Well, I don't think we're gonna get along."
"This is also a positive move. That means I'm in command of a separate unit."
"No, Gaul will take command of the Separate Task Force"
"Gaul, son of Count Ernato?
"Oh, yeah"
"Unbelievable."
Tilia shrugged unexpectedly.
The Earl of El Nato family is an imperial fame.
I didn't know the man would join the rebellion -.
"For what reason on earth?
"It's noble duty to join the Imperial Army, or Chrono took care of me."
"You believed that?
I'm not an asshole.
But Claude continued.
"I thought you could pretend to be an asshole."
"So you're wondering what's going on?
"Right. But I think you should ask him directly."
"Will you tell me"
"That's up to the princess, isn't it?"
"So is that."
Tilia nodded.
"Then that's the end of the story. I'm gonna put Myra on you, so treat me like one."
"Oh, thank you"
"I mean, it's okay."
Claude laughed in the light and rose from the chair.
"Well, I asked you to."
"I'll take care of it"
Myra nodded forcefully and Claude left the room.
"... ma'am"
"Okay."
Myra turned her gaze and Tilia lay down on the bed.
The sleeper attacked me without hesitation.