Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

At the beginning of the war, because of the incredible attack power unleashed by the enemy demons (monsters) and the Allied Coalition of the Lords, who were overwhelmed by massive magic and lost their will, or because of the lack of any subsequent attacks, the earlier ones were judged to be only momentum artillery balls and only one fireworks - well, once we heard of the Zao Wan (artillery balls) and the Spotted Pigeons (fireworks), we would have responded to the request and fired in a row, but now we were very busy drinking and watching the battlefield, slightly exulting, outraged and often commenting -.

And to corroborate that, an army of demons (monsters), who had only been waiting for a few days here on the Aquila Plateau, finally began to speak up and move in unison.

It was from this that the commanders of the Allied Coalition of the Hordes decided that the enemy had waged a battle of white soldiers, normally with his hands exhausted, and found him angry and winning at best.

There are 28,000 remaining forces in the kingdom of Amitia, compared to 10,000 enemy demons (monsters).

In this world of Theory, where fighting in human 3 against demons (monsters) 1 is almost mutually reinforcing, unlike fighting in individuals, the difference in numbers increases in an equal number of columns.

"I can win!!

Each of the marquis, so convinced, went first into the operation of conserving his pawns under his direct jurisdiction by putting them at the forefront, a prostitute who had taken them under his own command, divided into several squads.

A large but hairy group of amateurs - not to mention potential rebels assembled in the shoulders of a traitorous third prince - it is only natural to use and crush them here for a common fall - even if they desperately confront demons (monsters) who possess crude weapons and armor and creep in, they are swept away by troll warriors and jumped by goblin cavalry (riders) who rush forward in fury.

A hell of a picture of a snort shouting just covering his eyes unfolded there during a stifling mix-up.

and shooting by archers poured down in fierce momentum from the regular army of the Allied Coalition of the Horses, who were waiting in such disorder and confusion, and countless arrows of ice by the sorcerer hived what was on the spot without separation of enemy allies.

In addition, an assault by a cavalry full of stubbornness drains enemy troops, followed by infantry that drives survival - similar sights were repeated all over the battlefield.

The battle is settled! How many demons (monsters) are inferior to dogs and animals is not a problem!

Convinced of the victory, the commanders of the Allied Coalition of the Lords laughed a lot, but they frowned at the unexpectedly sticky enemies and how their own armies drained over time.

WHAT IS THIS?! WHERE THE ENEMY FULLS FROM!? AND DOES NOT DEPRESSE YOUR WARRING AT ALL. It's like they don't have a death thing!

That was how the needle of the scale, once leaning against the Army of the Kingdom of Amitia, gradually leaned over time towards the Imperial Crimson side, down to an irrevocable position.

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"Well, it helps that the range of extensive resuscitation (all-liza), which was originally 8x8 squares, was also extended to a radius of 50m..."

I unleashed an extensive resurrection of Virgin Skills (All Liza) in the middle of soldiers falling in a sea of blood, without distinction between enemy allies.

A pale light poured gently around me from my long wand/rose secretary (Blue Velvet), and they looked around with faces that were supposed to be corpses, breathing back and stuck in foxes.

"Is it convenient or inconvenient to bring them all back to life without judging the enemy allies... well, what a waste of MP I felt when I saw an inept bird who was involved and dead just now come back to life and flew away with an asshole buzzing, at all"

Alone, it moves without staying out of skill range and releases extensive resuscitation (All Liza) again.

By the way, unlike this extensive resuscitation (All Liza) and full resuscitation (Liza Collection), only 20% of HP is recovered, so the Life Capital (Miko) that followed me quickly has covered recovery by sending down Angel Rain (Angel Rain), his own extensive recovery skill.

The people who came back to life were, in any case, originally simmering on enemy allies, so I panicked and tried to fight again.

"Uh, the returning Imperial Crimson soldier just get back to the front line! The battlefield is moving forward, don't be late! And you, the prostitutes of the kingdom of Amitia, will not forgive me if I martyr and resist the noble army that shot you from behind, and there will be no resurrection any more, just in case. If you want to run, I won't chase you, so you can run on your own. Above"

Just say what you want to say (because somehow it's within half an hour of being resuscitable), and I just left the spot behind.

In fact, later on, I heard that the majority of the prostitutes looked like they had lost their souls, fluttered and retreated from the battlefield.

"... you think it's sweetened, Life Capital (Miko), Zero Glass (not really)?"

Huh, remembering a masked knight who would be fighting somewhere on this battlefield, I asked the two of them.

"Especially. - It's not as much a matter as the princess cares."

"... Princess Originally I was helping depending on my mood or massacring meaninglessly. So glad you haven't changed. '

"... that's all"

Oh, or was that how they thought...

"Well for now, let's do our best -!

Yes, I inspired myself, and I ran around the battlefield like a wind.

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The female male decided no longer entirely.

To the completely intact Imperial Crimson soldiers approaching from the Quartet, the Amitian kingdoms, full of creativity and supplies, were individually, but also thoroughly ravaged and devastated without being missed by one soldier.

"- to, escape... no, we're retreating!

A nobleman of the surviving Horse Army crosses his own army horse and rushes to leave the battlefield behind.

The belly-hearted men gathered on the curtain looked at each other and confirmed it as a snack.

"But the soldiers on your side are still in battle, do you want to give a lifting signal?

"Don't be stupid! It will be for those who descend to buy time for Noun to retreat! While they're holding back the monster, we'll be right behind you!

He yelled with a bright red face, and his bellies nodded at each other, and swarmed to his horse with us.

"... no, no, isn't that just irresponsible?

In a moment, a fierce blast blew the curtain, and the surprised horses set aside the Lord and fled simultaneously.

"If the Lord is the Lord, a horse is also a horse..."

Falling off their horses under the wind pressure, they looked at the man with confusion as if he were a knight with a red mask on his red armor, who was there at some point or another, walking (on foot).

- This man, like I saw him somewhere...

There was a pale perception in everyone's chest, but before the answer came, the man said with an invincible laugh at the long sword (long sword) he had on his shoulder.

"Commander, there's nothing you can do about it at the expense of your allies. My princess is running around the battlefield to help a soldier on her side."

"Who are you?!"

The man put up his sword and said a word in a questioning of the subordination of a miserable nobleman.

"Imperial Crimson, one of Scarlet Snow's subordinates, Rare Man"

"Nah!?!"

The man, who named himself a rare man (barely) among the commanders who lost his complexion, swung his sword gracefully across the side as he danced in his slippery footsteps.

"- Urana Splash (Uranaminosibuki)"

In that blow, he pulled out his sword and set it up, he was about to pull out his sword, he was about to escape, everything turned into an unspeakable wreck.

Just one, pull out the aristocratic man who was losing his hip.

"... not at all, as bad luck as this kind of guy. I don't know, I don't have a reason to give up on me right now. That's why I ask you to go to hell, Count Villorage."

All the signs coincided with Pittari in the foot carriage of the man approaching, his figure and, above all, the voice that called his name, and Count Villorage breathed heavily.

"... Ma, you think it's Mallord? No, you... no, you're Claude... Asil..."

"The guy with that name is dead. It's the remnants of the past that's here... and it's about to disappear, just a rare person left."

Along with the words, a sword swung upright through it.

... the corner of the battlefield where the movers are gone.

In the silence of an idle surrounding forest, which I don't think is a battlefield, one sighed, the rare man muttered to no one.

"I wonder if you'll be sad to see me like this. No, more than that, I wonder if you hate me for not saving you..."

"- You know the answer best, don't you? You don't think her soul wishes you happiness?

A clear voice responded to it.

"... this, princess"

Scarlet Snow stood in the position of holding the secretary of the rose (Blue Velvet) on his left shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but can you make me cry after it's all over? The war over here is apparently over, but there's been a riot in Wang Du, and I have to continue to deal with it."

"Is it a riot..."

A rare man squeezed his face under his mask in an unsettled word.

Scarlet snow gently shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh, apparently, the results here came from a runaway prostitute, a folk who had previously been dissatisfied with the aristocracy arose at the same time. - Well, I wonder where the seeds someone sprinkled finally sprouted."

"... is that right?"

A rare man who groans small, relieves... and sighs with a sense of panacea, like a traveler who has finally lowered his heavy luggage.

"That's why I'm going to King's Capital with all my troops, so you won't be late. If you're late, you won't be able to do what you left behind, will you?

"Right. You still had something to do."

I was driven by a desire to ask what I was thinking, who I was thinking, and what I was going to do, but without daring to ask, Scarlet Snow tried to follow the scene.

and a strangely crusty voice of a sparse man was called on its back.

"Princess, when this is over, can I borrow your princess's breasts and cry all I want?

"- Why?! Why don't you just cry alone!

Scarlet snow lagging behind from the spot with his chest in his arms.

"Hey, a man is a creature who wants to cry in a woman's chest when it's hard."

"Well, then you shouldn't have such thin breasts. How about Sophia? It's the size of your chest. It's the size of your chest."

"... is that Augustus? You're going to strangle me."

Set aside the rare man imagining you, Scarlet Snow ran out like the wind.

"Oh man," he scratched around his cheek, and the rare man pointed in the direction of the king's capital. "I wonder if I'll wait..."

I murmured someone's name, but no one could hear that voice.