Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 213, after noon, Imperial Territory, Imperial Regular Army, Eastern Command Post.

Something black passed. Destroyed, ask for rescue. I'm in flames.

"Are you playing witch mountain games?

"No, it's an urgent order!

Black giant horse, disastrous armored carriage, priestly clothing on a dark cloak waving a sickle, viscous on the head.

"Is this about Miga or the nightmare?

"No, it's urgent."

But what's unnatural is all the reports from the garrisons, not from the city or the country, and all I have is information that the priest was raped even when I contacted the border.

"That corrupt church was a jihad, but that's why it's so noisy in the garrison."

"The information is mixed, but from the path, there is confusion as the path of those in the church who were making noise that it was jihad"

Something's going on, but there's no stretch just because an emergency alert comes in when something comes. Too many troops have reported to get confirmation of the status quo.

"Is this number a simultaneous conspiracy?

"We are currently reporting the sightings in detail, but there are no reports that our countries are moving"

"That's the report!

Huge black horse, eight legs, crisp eyes and super cute (Terrakawayus), extremely bad carriage, scared of Father Sickle, serious fear in your eyes, hey I won't tolerate the ones who dis my eyes!

"Are there any strange things mixed up?

"Confirming, but not in this mess"

"Have you contacted the Orthodox Church? Let the party explain."

"That's what I need to hear back from the demon props."

One report after the other, but the communication text that keeps interrupting doesn't make sense... What the hell is "hey, it's sneaky, so nothing, it's true"?

"Isn't this some kind of top-secret operation we haven't been informed about?

"You inquired?

"Yes, but at the end of the questioning on the contrary."

"Whether it's a top-secret operation in Imperial Capital, I know it's a dependency, but burning a garrison is not a good idea."

Father... but too good for that Orthodox rebellion, those incompetents are just prestigious and have massive military execution, but there can be no such thing as the ability to plan. But is it possible that even that incompetent group, nominally religious power, could be attached to a good fanatic?

"Home country instructions."

"There isn't. Looks like we're in the middle of a mix, and we've got inquiries from every country that's noticed."

"This," the magic prop you hung is currently being picked up, so if you get hung up full, you won't receive any inquiries other than beauty exchangers in annoying magic prop communications... hey, what are you doing?! What is!? "

I let her decipher the ciphertext, but the meaning continues to increase the number of suspicious documents, "I don't know if there's a romantic development with dating correspondence for boys in high school with a lifetime history of not having her, what are you doing!" Who the hell is reporting what to who!?

"It remains the original text. Do you have a beautiful woman exchanger?

"Are you there?

"Yes... there are a few women in the Army."

"Do you see anything like that boundless oak of muscle mass looking pretty?

"............... I thought you wouldn't find out if you were in communication?

"............... Anyway, have you finished forming your troops?"

If you don't move, you'll see. If the information gets so confused, you can move anywhere, and if that's what you're after, you can move. We have no choice but to leave command and head to the field, but when the hell are we going to be ready? What the hell are you fussing about?

"Report. Now, where we assembled the troops, they're collapsing!

"What the hell are you talking about?

"Ha, the troops we assembled were kicked by your horse. As reported, your eyes were crisp!!"

I don't know what you're talking about, but your eyes are crisp, cute eight-legged giant horses with priestly clothes lads with big sickles on your stand...... do you have such an evil priest!!

"What do you want me to do?"

"... you think we can handle this?

"... No, I would be foolish to be hit!

"Don't be modest, you're right...... whoa whoa whoa whoa!

Let's fire all the incompetences that that looked like priests, later reports... um, your eyes are crisp. Super cute (Terrakawayus)...... guha!