"Now, you two will lead the troops on reconnaissance assignments. The destination is Camentoria. All you have to do is get a rough look at the situation on the base and the number of enemies."
Copy that, sir.
"Even if I put my life on the line, I will complete my mission."
"If you risk your life, you must return. It's a reconnaissance mission."
To Inez's immediate orders, the pilot, who had stiffened his body, said so, blushes.
Three weeks after the recapture of Kreutzl. Finally, the attitude of the base began to improve, and it was time to think about our next offensive operation.
My fuselage and Battis' fuselage have been repaired and ready to go.
However, this time there was no need to rush as much as last time, and there were times when enemy security was too tight to send infiltrating troops into Camentoria.
For this reason, it was first decided to compile and send out troops, mainly reconnaissance.
Two of the troops originally in charge of the perimeter of this base were chosen as its members.
The idea is that it would be easier to do reconnaissance if you knew a place that was bright and unnoticed by geography.
"Troop formation will make you two put abnomulets on two planes at a time. Use it for perimeter alert, etc."
"Thank you"
"Start the operation as soon as you're ready. I'll take care of the fine troop formation, so I'll have to submit the paperwork that I need later. That's all from me. Any questions?
Finish the whole explanation and Ines asks the two of them.
One remained nervous about the bees, but the other nearly forty pilots put their hands on his chin for a little while and then looked up.
"What if you encounter enemy troops during reconnaissance? Should I avoid fighting as hard as I can?
"Right. Avoid it if you can. I don't really want my opponents to understand that they have the will or readiness to attack from here. However, if you can't hide, do your best to fight. Be sure to survive. Without information from both of you, it will not be possible to recapture Camentoria."
Copy that, sir.
Ines, who answered the question, looked at the two again to make sure they had no further questions and announced their dissolution.
After you two leave the room, I ask the princess.
"Are you glad the reconnaissance wasn't us?
"Surely my knight would make a successful reconnaissance."
That's what Ines smiles at.
"I just can't just rely on you. If you don't improve the proficiency of other troops, they will take it away again even if you take it back. So it is the people who live in and around the base who suffer."
"I see."
"That's why I only want Eldo to move when other operations are jammed. Supporting the front line are many knights and soldiers. If each and every one of them does not become stronger, we will not be able to protect the kingdom from the threat of empire. I can't protect you without Eldo. I don't want you to have that idea. Instead, we want them to regain their confidence that we have regained it on our own. Because they are our chosen elite."
Yes, the Armunale pilots are all elites who have won the Academy's fierce competition.
And I'm the princess's Kingsguard, and I'm not assigned to the base here. When the princess returns to the king's capital, she will return with her. At that time, if they weren't empowered and confident enough to defend this base, they'd just be taken away again and returned to shake it out. Then there's no point in the princess coming forward.
"That's why we leave it to them. Well, let's get ready for troop formation when they get back."
"Right."
Me and Ines retightened our feelings and once again dropped our eyes on the documents spread over our desks.
Reconnaissance unit, we're moving out.
In tune with that voice, the gate of the base opens and two Armunales and four Abnomules, as well as several carriages and scouts, pop out.
I dropped it off and headed to the hangar where I have my own fuselage.
There was no one in the hangar, and only the light that plugged through the window was illuminating my fuselage.
"Um, it's still great"
I nod loudly as I look up at the fuselage.
The fuselage is marked by abrasions, etc., but the mud is removed beautifully and the armor is polished and glowing.
The artificial gorge on my left arm, which was uncomfortable at first, was also so familiar that now I don't think it's my fuselage without this.
"Oh, not the captain. You're here again?
As I looked up at the fuselage and was flirting with emotion, I was called out of my head.
If I turned my face to the one who spoke, Mr. Carine was peeking at me from the catwalk.
"That's Mr. Carine, what are you doing here?
I'm sure all maintenance is complete.
"All I do is check and refurbish my physical operator (sense board). I'm just running out of time, so I was thinking about the example system. I knew if I wasn't looking at the real thing, I wouldn't be able to decide which space to add or where to sharpen it."
"Oh, is that it? What does it look like?
When I heard about the example system, I remembered the new magic I was asking Mr. Carine to do.
Apparently, he's using his free time to figure out how to fill that out in the Armunale.
"It's hard, to be honest. No matter how hard you try, you can't just bribe this plane with the magic of the scale that the captain wants. There's nothing I can't do if I make it smaller and feel like I'm after a point..."
"Is Concentrated Magic Liquid Still Harsh?"
"Yeah, if you suck, you'll consume it all in one shot, including a spare tank."
It's tough not to be able to fight continuously.
On the contrary, saying it's all consumption is also likely to cause the generator to fall as-is. If you're in that state on the battlefield, that's good.
"It's too massive to draw into a physical operator (sense board). Why don't you fill all the artifice gorges with a physical operator (sense board)?
"Mr. Carine's workload is going to be very difficult."
"I'll have my host take me back then. Looks like the captain wasn't all right, either."
"Ha, I'll ask you to explain that to Angus, too, then, Mr. Carine."
During my caution in the Wang capital, I was forced to execute taking him to the host club I had promised Mr. Karine, but it was surprisingly fun then.
I thought it was strange for a man to go to the host club, and at first I was only going to give him the money, but somehow Mr. Karine took me to the same table as Mr. Karine and treated me to the men.
That's it, they treat women well, but they treat men pretty well.
You're going to be qualified to say my good words. Thanks to you, I've been pretty scattered.
That was okay. It's your own fault you spent the money.
It was after this that it was a problem.
Back in the dorm, Angus waited in tears for some reason.
And I was told, Eldo, were you a faggot?
No, that was a shock. I can't believe my own girlfriend put me on faggot suspicion.
The persuasion that took me a day to figure it out, but hey, it seems like you heard rumors that I went to the host club with Mr. Carine, and you thought I woke up a man.
And that's because the next time I go, if I don't convince you to go with Mr. Carine in advance, you're not mistaken again.
I'm married now, and I can't even look you in the eye if there's a divorce riot or something. I like Angus, too. I don't want my daughter-in-law to be anxious.
"I know. That was funny."
"Give me a break"
Mr. Karine returned to a serious look with a grin.
"So, let's get back to it, if you're going to use that kind of magic, that's really why you have to fill the artificial gorge with physical operators (sense boards) and use the external tanks together. I'll think of something small, so be patient with it now."
"Okay. How powerful is a small object likely to be?
"Well, there's no doubt that magic that can still put you on the fuselage will make you the most powerful. It's easy to get through the base gate, and if you're bad, it can penetrate and cause damage to the inside. The launch point is three meters ahead of the fuselage, and given the angle, it's about a kilometer."
"Okay."
Range one kilometer? Is it shorter than Perfilizzi if you suck? This is going to be quite difficult to use.
"You don't have to make the real thing for now, just build it, please"
"Yes, yes, I'll take care of it. I'll do my best for the host. Oh, speaking of hard work, it's Ritz."
"What's Mr. Ritz?
"He's been sloppy every once in a while lately, but what happened? I thought it would be good for him to get out of hand in moderation."
That being said, Mr. Karine told me how Mr. Ritz has been doing recently.
According to that, I was wondering if you came to the hangar looking sneaky in the morning, building a deep neighborhood, while maintaining the fuselage and going somewhere in the afternoon.
When I heard that, I had one verse in mind.
"Probably lost the bet,"
"Bet?"
"Yeah, when I just got here, I was hiding in a tent and playing betting cards, so I let my labor add to the punishment when I lost. I didn't have enough people, so it was helpful to get my vacation back from me."
"Captain, you're surprisingly guessy..."
"Well, it's the bat we found. I hope they don't find me."
"So is that."
Mr. Carine was very comfortable with what I said.
"Well, I'm staring at her head a little bit more."
"Okay. I'm going to go around another hangar."
"Go away"
I'll leave the hangar behind while Mr. Carine waves at me.
There are many clouds in the eastern sky. Maybe it'll get cloudy for a while.
And three days later, a worn out reconnaissance unit returned.
There are no two armunales there, no appearance of four abnomulets, just overturned soldiers and exhausted horses entering the base with Tobotobo.
I'll head right under the princess and wait for word from them.
"What happened?"
While waiting to be contacted, the princess shakes her body softly on the chair as she bites her own nails in a hurry.
"Given that not a single one of the Armunales has returned, you must have encountered enemy troops, but that's an anomaly nonetheless. They should have been only good at identifying retreats."
Identification of the timing of the withdrawal. If that's all, that's what I've been doing. I don't think I'd go wrong with that now, and there should have been a mix of veterans in their forties to fight.
Nonetheless, it doesn't matter what you think about not being able to get a single plane back.
"Dear Inez, we have a report from the scouts."
"Please come in!
He is called from outside the door and prompted to enter immediately.
What came in was a man who was deputy captain of the Armunale squad. I was confident when I went out. My expression is now pessimistic.
"Report. The reconnaissance unit encountered the enemy Armunale on its way to Camentoria, wrecking all aircraft after the battle. The pilots have been wiped out, and many others have been injured by the scouts and mechanics."
"What the hell happened!? Was the enemy a large unit?!?
If the enemy was a large unit, an attack on Kreutzl is expected. Then we must prepare for interception as soon as possible.
But we're flabbergasted by what we say when we get back.
"The enemy was two armunares. One plane belongs to the Empire. The other plane belongs to a mercenary."
"Two planes...... just two. No, we're dropping bases on three planes, too. It wouldn't be strange if there was something in the empire that could do that."
The princess asks if she was hit by just two planes and reminds me of my existence.
I dropped the base on two planes once, too, and this time I'm taking control of Kreutzl on three planes. Given my existence, it's hard to say it's not possible at all.
But that's because I was there.
I'm not going to think that there can be pilots of the same level as me, etc., but if there were such a presence, that would be handsome in the empire.
This would mean that a presence has emerged close to the trump card of the Empire.
"Tell us more. As far as I can tell. information on that enemy."
The princess also asks for information on whether she has noticed the nasty nature of that enemy.
"The imperial fuselage was like a fuselage specialized in magic. I held a huge tank on my back and didn't have a single melee weapon. The other belonged to a mercenary, holding an axe in both hands and equipped with a number of axes on his back as well. I thought that was probably a nylon eater."
"Nylon eater?"
The princess snaps her neck. I was familiar with that name.
"It's a kingdom-designated bounty-neck mercenary. I've heard that many times we've been busted inside the kingdom, so we've hung our bounty to be targeted at all by other mercenaries."
Nylon Eater, a mercenary regiment that has withdrawn the kingdom's Armunale on numerous fronts.
Its strength is a certainty, and it seems to be highly regarded within the Empire.
Characteristic is the combat style that freely manipulates its massive axe. The way you fight with your weapon at all costs looks like me.
Nylon eaters are concerned, too, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm more concerned about the fuselage of that empire.
I've never even heard of magical specialization aircraft in the kingdom. Is it specialised in support from the rear?
"I see, the bounty-necked mercenary and the new Imperial Knight? You have to think of measures."
"Please, avenge the captain!
"Yeah, be sure. The information you bring home, be sure to feed on your next victory. Step back and rest. A detailed report can be made tomorrow."
"Thank you. Excuse me."
The deputy commander leaves the room nagging. Where he stood, after spilled tears clearly remained.
The princess who finds it wrinkles around her forehead.
"My knight, what do you think? Just because you're a bounty-necked mercenary, will the knights of our country be wiped out?
"If you're close to someone, you should be able to retreat. Probably the problem is the Knight of the Empire"
A plane specialized in magic must have triggered some sort of magic from the rear to thwart retreat. In the meantime, it is normal to assume that they have been destroyed by mercenaries.
But anyway, if you're an abnomulet intolerant of magic, it's hard to imagine that magic from a long distance would work against an alumnale that has a magic shield activated all the time.
There has to be something beyond that.
"I told you the other day that I didn't want to get it out as much as possible, but you can't even seem to say that"
"Yeah, I'll take care of them. There are many things you don't know until you actually cross swords."
"Please."
I look out the window in the direction of Camentoria.
There you will be, imagine the presence of a mighty enemy.