Kuro no Senki (LN)

Evening - As Tilia sat in the chair, the sound of a cotto sounded.

See those who sound hazy.

Then a cup was placed on the table.

I guess I just brewed it.

The hot air is standing.

That's also an irritating smelling hot air.

Myra's special incense tea (original blend).

I look up at Myra, who stood beside me at some point.

After a while she smiled.

A gentle smile.

If you don't know your nature, you'll get it wrong.

But Tilia knows her nature.

She is not just a kind woman.

She's a fat, selfish woman.

I want you to hide your nature anyway.

That will also reduce your hard work.

Do you have any thoughts other than selling a product bearing the name of Tilia?

Every time I have incense tea brewed, I don't have to think about it.

That said, there's no sin in incense tea, and it's true that your body warms up and helps.

"... go ahead"

"Oh, I'm sorry"

Myra told him to whisper and Tilia reached for the cup.

My hands are shaking slightly.

Not from the cold.

It's spiritual.

Lift your face and carry the cup to your mouth.

Drink incense tea and exhale small.

I meant to, but the exhalation was bigger than I thought.

Place the cup on the table and exhale again.

"The raid was a success, and there's no damage here,"

"I know that"

Tilia poked her cheekstick in support of her elbow hanging.

It is reported via a communication magic item.

It's a handy tool.

There are some constraints.

But it is great to be able to communicate the will without a decree.

If we could have stretched the communications network all over the country, the imperial militarization would change dramatically.

I think about that and laugh bitterly.

Merchants used ultra-long distance communication magic items at the Marquis Mansion.

This is what it is - the way Chrono wants to use it.

Use that for war.

You seem to be betraying me. I don't like it.

"... ma'am?

"I'm sorry. I was bawling."

You shouldn't, shake your head small.

"I was wondering if you might want to take a little break."

"I don't think so."

"I understand your desire to welcome Kane and Gaul..."

Myra told him to exhale, where he punctuated the words.

Shh, breathe deeply.

And -.

"Not self-satisfied?

"Grr."

Tilia moaned at the word released.

I think I have an easy personality to understand.

I also thought it would be self-satisfying to welcome you both.

But I don't hesitate to point this out.

No, was that 'between' far-fetched?

If so, I would have liked you to be more reluctant.

"That's right. Self satisfied. Sorry."

"I think that's quite a thing. Self-satisfaction is important."

When I reopened it and said it, I got an unexpected answer.

Ho, I leak my voice unexpectedly.

Myra then gave him a slightly murky look.

I don't think I'm really mucky.

It would be an act or a fabric stone to make the act stand out.

"Why did you leak your voice?

"I thought you'd deny it."

"I'm afraid..."

"No."

"I'm afraid I go by as a woman of affection."

Myra continued her remarks.

Even though I didn't allow myself to speak.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak."

"Because your wife is not your employer"

Myra said all the time.

"Then how could you and your wife..."

"I'm going to be your wife sooner or later, so I thought I'd remember better."

"I don't remember much right now."

"Just kidding."

"I mean it"

"I believe your wife is not bound by small things."

When Tyria inquired, Myra smiled small.

The story is not engaged.

"I'm going to hold on to little things."

"No way, I'd rather be the next empress..."

"I learned from Chrono. Damn, I was in military school..."

Myra says it in a playful tone, and Tilia feels sick of it.

Of course, it's Chrono's persistence I'm fed up with.

I haven't spoken much lately, but I haven't forgotten.

When this one gets alarmed, it's decided to say it out loud.

You have to be strong.

I wonder if it's a little bad, it's going to go a long way.

"I think those who stand above should have a wide heart?

"There was a time when I was thinking that too"

Tilia looked up at the ceiling.

"Do you see anything?

"I can see the ceiling"

Anyway, Tilia got her place right.

"I'm bound by little things"

"Well, I'll tell Boy your wife will tell you all about the details."

"Whatever you want."

"Okay, whenever you want… after cleaning or eating, for example"

"Impression manipulation!

Tilia vandalized her voice.

If they do that after cleaning or eating, they think they're harassing the servants.

They think I'm a shady woman.

"Because I told you to like it"

"I didn't tell you to like it that much"

"Ma'am, whoever stands above you is careful of what you say. It's not like there's anyone out there trying to catch a word butt and fall for it."

"Fuck, how dare you?"

Tilia groaned.

The man who tries to catch the word butt and fall is right in front of him.

"Grunt, remember"

"I don't remember things very well these days"

That's what I said, Myra held her temples.

"As soon as possible if you're going to take revenge. It's hard to be blamed for something you don't remember."

Kuh, Tilia groaned again.

I'm not going to win with my mouth.

Whether you can win the fight or not.

I mean, no hitter.

Grab the cup and squeeze.

Myra exhaled small as she placed the cup on the table to tap it.

"Now what?

"No, not a big deal"

"Concerned"

"I was relieved that the hand tremor seemed to have stopped"

Grr, groan again.

Myra was aware that Tilia's hand was trembling.

Perhaps that's why...

"All on purpose or something?

"Well, what do you say?"

Myra closed her eyes and tilted her neck small.

"Damn, she's a pain in the ass."

"That's a lovely expression."

Myra opened her eyes and laughed as she dulled.

"Pretty?

"Yeah, very"

Unexpectedly she asked, Myra smiled small.

As always, kindness.

Why do you feel like you're being laughed at with your nose yet?

It is decided.

Because of the earlier pick-up.

"You'd have relieved yourself without putting up a horn."

"Just kidding."

"Seriously though?

"I never meant to put up a corner"

"That way. Could it be..."

"It's not natural, it's a convict. I made fun of your wife based on my beliefs."

"What beliefs do you have?

Unexpectedly ask.

Conditional if we win this battle, Tilia is the next empress.

You must have considerable faith because you make fun of yourself like that.

"It's..."

"What's that?

"I thought relationships should be sharp."

"That's not faith. It's a matter of sexual root."

"that my sexual roots are distorted"

"Isn't it distorted for what it's worth?

"Because I struggled because of your wife's parents"

"Decades ago."

"Naturally."

Myra strained her chest.

You're right, I just don't take it for granted.

I'm going to be convinced because it's so grand.

"What's natural?

"I am also your teacher."

"Is this the master who gave up?"

"No, that would be Boy's personality"

"I can't talk to you."

"Good. My mentor and I influence each other."

"Just make it a good influence."

Tilia poked her cheek wand and glanced at her face.

"Apparently, you're back on track."

Thanks to you.

Hmm, and snorts.

She seems to be dancing, but she feels much easier.

"Commander should be tattooed."

"I'd love to, but it's a matter of life and death."

Exhale small.

It was Tilia who decided to raid the Supply Squad and thought about the operation.

People die in their own operations.

Enemy would still be fine.

My men die, too.

It's natural, to take it for granted.

Because it's difficult to win a battle and keep the war dead to zero.

If the operation went well and the dead came out, I can still stand it.

It's a humble idea, but it comforts me.

But if it fails...

I couldn't sleep because I was anxious to think so.

Not at all, I don't like it.

"Readiness means…"

As Tilia shrugged, Myra tilted her neck wonderfully.

"But it doesn't seem to be enough"

"I don't know if that's natural."

Tilia opened her eyes gently.

I didn't think you'd be affirmed.

Has the upset been communicated?

Myra looked at this one on the side.

"It's going to be a period of civil unrest..."

Um, Tilia nodded and corrected her residence.

I felt like I should do that.

"There was a time when I thought my husband was like a demon."

"Well, they called me a slayer."

"It's a nostalgic name"

Myra laughed dullly.

"Not now?

"Yeah, because we've known each other for a long time. My husband..."

So Myra punctuated the words.

"Outside, he was normal."

"But a hero who saved the empire."

Tilia objected.

"I was wondering if being normal would go hand in hand with being a hero"

"I don't think I can reconcile..."

You are called a hero because you have done great things.

I even think it's located in a normal opposite pole.

"If there is anything extraordinary about your husband..."

"Suppose there is?

"You laughed a lot."

"Is that all?

"Yeah, it's important. Because even in desperate circumstances, I felt that my husband would be able to handle it when he was laughing."

"Is that what this is about?"

"That's what it is."

Myra nodded with a strange face.

I guess that means mood matters if you polarize it.

Mood - what an unreliable word.

I even wonder if I can count on that.

But my ancestors survived a critical situation in their mood.

I feel like I am, and I feel like I want to do it.

"At one point I thought I could handle it, but in retrospect -"

"Stop it! I don't want to hear it!

Blocking Myra's words, Tilia blocked her ears.

I'm trying to mimic my ancestors.

And yet, how can I get in the way?

Myra accidentally looked at the door.

"... looks like Gaul and Kane are here."

"Okay."

Helpful, stroke down his chest and correct his abode.

Myra is looking satisfied.

After all, she's a pain in the ass.

But I can count on you.

How much will I owe you by the end of the fight?

No, and I shake my head small.

What are we going to do about that?

What we need to do now - yes, it's a laugh.

Shortly after Tilia smiled, the door opened.

Johnny moves his hand around the Imperial Army camp position - near it.

Dig the ground with a wooden stick with a diagonally cut tip.

Dig, dig, dig, dig even.

I don't think about anything extra.

The extra thing...

Extra...

I remember the water wheel.

The water wheel is great.

Of course, I don't know the detailed structure because I'm not an artisan.

Turn the water wheel in the stream of the river, and if you do that or this, the stone molar moves.

All I know is that it's such a blur.

I should have studied more.

I started helping my master with his work, and I started to feel that way.

You must have felt nothing if you were the only one.

But there were other people besides myself to help.

When I look at those people, I know how inferior I am.

It's hard to realize you're inferior.

It's painful to be useless.

It was hard for my master, who was always tougher than that, not to say anything.

I think I'm a bad guy.

He was a vigilante around the corner.

I had the opportunity to study organizational management.

Mr.- Anyway, Canaan has military experience with his squire, Robert.

If you asked me to teach you, you would have taught me a lot.

Even the structure of the water wheel had the opportunity to study.

This one will be easier than the organisational operation.

We just need to check the structure at the water wheel cabin.

Even the way we fight is so.

I was in an environment where I could learn.

Nonetheless, I did nothing.

Lazy.

The water wheel is great.

Unlike myself, I'm a worker.

Besides, I don't think about anything extra.

I don't even go the wrong way.

Do your job pale without complaining.

My vision seeped unexpectedly.

It was because of the tears.

Johnny wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"... I want to be a waterwheel when I'm born again, sss"

"What are you talking about, you?

"- Huh!"

Looking back in surprise, John was looking at this one.

He has the look on his face like he saw something painful.

"A few sus?

"It's dinner time."

"Supper?"

John said as if he was in some trouble and Johnny looked around.

Soon the sun was down.

I also feel like I'm replacing the members I'm working on.

Then I was terribly hungry.

"I'm hungry -"

"Ouch, it hurts."

"Water, give me water"

"Yes, treat me quickly"

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

Johnny's words were blocked by a painfully colored voice.

Look behind John.

Then a mercenary on a stretcher passed by.

Did it take more than a dozen seconds to get past?

I'm not a doctor, so I don't know what the condition is.

"... you can't do that."

Ah? and John raised his voice and looked behind him.

No one was there, but he snorted a few times as if he had guessed.

"Well, I guess it won't help."

"Unless you can use kamikaze."

"I can't let you treat me with a magician."

John looked up.

He's right.

With divine authority, even the dying can be saved.

But there are also risks.

If used too much, it would pose a danger to the operator.

It should be used to cover the war.

Mercenaries who collected it with gold - there's no way they can use it for vagabonds.

Most importantly, that doesn't change the general soldier, John.

There must be some aspects to his face that he was frustrated with his situation.

"That's it for dark stories. Let's make it dinner."

"Okay, sss."

Johnny nodded and stepped out of the moat.

You're being honest today.

"I'm starving."

"Oh, yeah."

John scratched his head at first sight.

"Is something wrong, S.?

"See with your own eyes"

John walks out and Johnny rushes after him.

Patrol your gaze as you follow.

Imperial camp positions seemed terrible.

There are wounded people everywhere as if it has become a battlefield.

Some were silently looking up at the sky...

"Ouch! Ouch!

"Mom! Mom!

"Oh, I don't have my arm, my arm, my arm..."

"Hey, why are you doing this?"

Some summon to severe pain, some keep whining like bumps and breaks.

Are there more who are calling, in proportion?

I can't help it.

They're amateurs - this is what's natural.

John enters the same tent as yesterday.

Stop in front of an empty seat.

"Wait here."

"Okay, sss."

When Johnny got to his seat, John turned his heel back and left the tent.

Patrol your gaze.

It's in a group of several people just like yesterday.

The rash on my face - I feel like a familiar person is flirting.

I'm just not sure I recognize one thing right now just because I feel that way.

Anyway, it's easier mentally than yesterday.

Because I know I'm not alienated.

When I'm boggling...

"You kept me waiting."

"I'm not waiting that long, sss"

John put the tray in front of Johnny and sat face to face.

"Dinner, meh!

Johnny took the spoon and breathed.

The soup was the same salt soup as yesterday.

The bread is the same as yesterday.

Spoon the soup with a glimmer of hope.

There was something like vegetable shards.

"Duh, duh, what the fuck?

"As you can see."

"That's not all I know, sss!

"Silly, be quiet"

"... ok, sss"

John said in a low voice and Johnny carried salt soup into his mouth.

Salty.

I'm sure this tastes like tears.

"What happened, S?

"Apparently the supply team was raided by the enemy and burned down 40% of the supplies"

"Oh, no, not really, sss"

Johnny remembered that the item was dropping and that he was supposed to raid the supply squad there.

I mean, I'm the one who passed the information on.

I mean, you deserve this.

And it's hard.

Why do I have to be seen like this?

No, shush, and shake your head small.

No matter how you scratch it, it's on you.

A grand tour.

Johnny looked up and put the spoon down.

Pull out the dagger, tap the bread with the patterned head and place it in the soup.

"How did this happen, su?

"There are a few possibilities, but what is certain is that the enemy is behind us."

John pulled out his dagger and slapped the gun and bread.

Place crushed bread in soup and put dagger in sheath.

"Is that a ss in the back?

"Damn, what are they doing up there?"

John told me to throw up.

I know how you feel.

We work properly.

Nonetheless, the situation is getting worse.

Naturally I want to complain about one or two things.

But when I look at him like that, I feel bad remembering myself as a vigilante.

I was dumber back then than I am now.

I was looking outside for a cause of obstruction.

Maybe if it weren't for the Imperial Army, they would have pointed the spearhead of anger at the Lou or the Lords.

The lords said they had been preparing for inaction since normal times and exploring the state of the Imperial capital.

Even the Lous - well, they weren't the bad guys if you went out with them.

It was terrible when I trained, sss, but Johnny licked the spoon.

Nevertheless, John embarks on himself.

"How are you doing?

"What's ssss?

"It stinks, it stinks. He's losing his appetite because of this smell."

"You stinking sucker?

Johnny turned up and let his nose snap.

It stinks slightly if you ask me.

This smell...

"You stink of a gut."

"Don't talk to me, I'm sick"

John slightly roughs up his voice.

Shortly afterwards, I heard a voice.

Patrol your gaze.

Then there was a soldier holding his mouth.

How delicate.

Johnny carries softened bread with a spoon into his mouth.

"Are you unexpectedly diving the training ground?

"My parents are farmers. So, well, somewhat..."

Johnny clouded his words.

In fact, he's a farmer, and he's used to dismantling livestock.

Besides, in the Aleos Mountains, I had to dismantle the hunted beast myself.

I can't say that the smell of the organ is disgusting.

If you don't dismantle it, you can't eat it, and the Lou tribe will take it from you.

I feel that I have gained knowledge of thoughtfulness and creatures if I think about it now.

I thought it was harassment, but the boulder is my master.

There is no waste in doing it.

Aside from myself, I'm not going to deny the delicacy of a soldier who missed it.

Death is something to fear, and life matters.

You can't escape death if you lose that sense of normality.

"Oh my God, I don't know"

John exhaled just saying he was relieved.

"Is it a problem if I'm diving the training ground?

"If you're facing a senior who has more training experience than you, you look bad."

"Is that so?

"It's like that."

That said, John carried the soup to his mouth.

"If you say so, you're quiet today, aren't you?

"Oh, everything seems to be truce until tomorrow evening"

"Why the suss?

"Lord Roy negotiated."

"You've been good enough to negotiate, suss."

Brother - I don't think Chrono has any merit.

Think about that and realize there is.

"Oh, you're trying to deplete our supplies, su."

"I guess so."

Ah, no, no, John scratched the soup with a spoon.

"I can't count on you up here, but the rebel commander's out of his mind."

"You're gonna ask me, sucker."

"Like I said before, I don't mind."

There's no such thing as a good story.

Johnny carried softened bread into his mouth.

Salty, but delicious.

Is the body craving salt?

However, I would like to drink a lot of soup if possible.

If this is the case, I should have brought dried meat.

"There is."

"There is!

"I can't hear you."

"So, what kind of story is that?

Johnny embarked on himself.

"The mercenaries have been wiped out"

"... are you serious?

Unexpectedly ask back.

You were supposed to be 10,000, but you wiped it out while you were digging the ground.

I also want to inquire.

"What's so good about it?

"Less food consumption"

"Now you're suss?

Johnny spooned the soup.

"That's spicy when you say it."

No good info, huh?

Drink soup and exhale.

"Ahhh, and then you heard Baron Bowties being taken prisoner or something like he was charging supplies in the Imperial capital."

"Where did you hear that, S.?

"Well, that's what I heard from the survivors of face-to-face soldiers and supply teams."

"Oh, yeah?"

You should also report this.

"I don't care about Baron Bowties, Sz, but it's a sequestration in the Imperial City"

"I know how you feel. Damn, the rebels must be eating delicious food."

John said with envy.