At the Camentorian base, Kansas, the Knight of the Eight generals, returns his own love machine to the hangar and disembarks from the fuselage. There, Kansas direct reports were aligned and greeted with salute.
"My lord, welcome home. Good luck."
I receive the towel I was offered that said and wipe the sweat that was floating on my forehead.
Nothing. I wasn't exhausted in the fight. However, when out on the battlefield, Kansas is constantly uplifting his body with moderate tension and will. Because I know that will bring my performance to the best.
"How was your enemy today?
"That was off this time. There was no example of him."
Kansas answers his men as he remembers the Armunales he has defeated earlier.
What I was looking for, of course, was a fuselage of arms. It is called the devil by the knights of the Empire.
At the time of the Kreutzl assault, he entered as an assault unit, so I thought it was time to come. The reconnaissance was also vigilant around him, but I am only a little disappointed that what came out was no different from the miscellaneous soldiers there.
"But we were able to recover two generators. Now, if you give them a little power, let's do it right."
Expect the composition and strength of the troops encountered, perhaps that was a reconnaissance force.
Otherwise, we will not put abnomules like your offerings, which only make sense in large groups. If you do that in the Empire, it's only time for reconnaissance by a few troops.
"The next attack could come with a large unit. If so, would you like to leave?"
Performing a reconnaissance means that you are willing to attack this one. And that means it's not so far into the future.
We have a solid unit here, and we're ready to go. Orders have also come from the country to recapture Kreutzl, if possible.
Then you don't even have to bother putting the base at risk.
"We might clash soon. I think we should discuss this with the commanders a little bit."
"Okay, I'll keep in touch. Are you sure you want to come after dinner?
"Oh, please"
"Understood."
One of my men gets out of the line and goes to tell them he's in touch.
And instead, a pilot came down from the hanger next door.
"My lord, how do I work? Have you been satisfied?
That's the woman who put together to look at the bright red dress.
Glossy long hair also shines red like ruby, and white skin is so fine that I don't think she's the one on the battlefield.
A golden pendant shines on the boldly open chest of the dress so that it is buried in its busty chest.
It's like attending a dance party somewhere.
The woman grinned furiously when she noticed the gaze of several soldiers fixed on its chest.
"Lisette, can you handle the clothes a little more?"
Kansas himself, in his infancy, unwittingly dodgy on its chest, sighs deliberately to hide it.
"Ha ha, I'm not a soldier. I don't mean to be such a pain in the ass. I was born a woman. Then you have to enjoy what you can enjoy as a woman. Is it a loss? Answer my question. Am I satisfied with your Excellency?
Lisette asks again with a luscious grin.
"Oh, it was more than I expected. I've never seen a woman with so many arms."
"Good for you. I sold it myself. I bought it."
Lisette is not an Imperial Knight.
She is the pilot who is the leader of the nylon eater.
"When I heard that the Armunale was approaching all of a sudden during the march, I thought it was an enemy attack."
"Ha ha, because you flew out of the liquor store after hearing about your Excellency and your ship's arms!
Lisette was on vacation at a tavern in a town with an empire. When I was thinking about where to go depending on the future war station, the clerk told me that Kansas had passed through the town where Lisette was located. Besides, after a little in-depth examination, I found that the reason I let the Horseman of the Eight marches out was to defeat the Ship Arm Reaper.
If so, there was no choice but to make the next battlefield there.
"But the more the head of the nylon eater moves, the more horrible is that ship's arm?
Speaking of nylon eaters, it's a fairly famous group of mercenaries among du Reveple. The style makes nylon eaters internationally famous while also gaining strength.
It's about having fun. Personal life, battle, and death. It is the nylon eater's principle to sing all that life to death.
Its ultimate presence is the leader's Lisette.
Therefore, the two names attached are Lisette of enjoyment.
"I don't know. I've never actually had one either. But that battle freak is obsessed. That sounds like an interesting enemy, doesn't it?
"Battlemaniac - Was it indeed a mercenary who successfully attacked the King's capital?"
"That's right. They're the ones who flew like that idiot and came home rammed in the middle of the king's capital. Besides, he even took the Armunale. Thanks to this, the Elshaldo Mercenaries have become one of the most visible in Du Reveple."
The Elshald mercenary regiment, which has been more effective than expected in a level of unscrupulous manoeuvre that presupposes death, is now the most famous mercenary regiment. At the same time, however, he was not much of a mercenary to touch.
"In addition to that troubled child, the new troubled child is also quite skilled. Elshald's guy, where the hell do you find such digs from? Well, I don't care about that. The problem is that the kids are obsessed with it. What's with the arm? That's why I'm interested. I want to fight. That's why I decided to sneak up on you."
Lisette approached Kansas in a slippery motion and held him in his arms.
Kansas' body stiffens to the softness of the busty chest pressed against his arms.
"What do you say, why don't you pick this one as your partner tonight? You're still doing great for the year, aren't you?
To Lisette, who nods her tongue small, Kansas urges her arms to shake apart with a sinister look.
"I have an operation meeting after this. If you want a man, you'll be around as much as you want. This place is a man's belt. There are as many of them as there are accumulating."
"Eh, your wife, my lord."
When Lisette honestly releases her body from her arms, she turns her gaze toward Kansas' men for just a moment and immediately undoes them.
Maybe I was, such a pale expectant caged emotion filled the hangar.
"Don't heroes like colors?
"I'm not a hero or anything. The color is enough for my wife alone. Anyway, you can invite the ship's arm and the dots. From the other country, you'd be a hero."
"Ha ha, if you were able to survive the battle with us, you can ask him out. Well, I'm going to let you bore me properly."
"I'll ask you to the point where it won't ring tomorrow. Tomorrow, let's get out of here and pull some strings on the other guys."
"Yes, sir."
Lisette leaves the hangar, accompanied by a young female member of the Nylon Eater.
The soldiers, who had dropped it off, dropped their shoulders disappointingly inside.
"You guys... the atmosphere is too easy to understand"
Kansas sighed deeply at his men.
"Well, I got a detailed report from the reconnaissance unit that's back,"
The princess threw the paper she had on the table tossssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
I was shown it too, but I have no information about the base, and all I know is that there are two dangerous armunares.
I know one plane is a nylon eater fuselage, but I have no idea what the other one is. In the first place, we haven't even been able to run into each other directly.
Only that those who survived in the Squadron had once seen its fuselage, but carried a tank like a giant drum can on the general fuselage of the Empire, without any melee weapons.
The battle also unleashes magic with precise projectiles from the far rear of the nylon eater.
Its power goes far beyond the common fuselage stuff, only that it penetrates the fuselage from the top of the magic shield.
The identity of the enemy and its principles are completely unknown.
Honestly, there's very little we can do about it. Besides, if the presence of the reconnaissance force were to be found out, the security of the base would be enhanced. On the contrary, it could strike out as this one marches.
Because it's much safer to fight on a base with a storage tank for magic fluid (Magia Liquid).
"Attack on Camentoria, we'll have to rethink the plan."
"But we've already finished forming troops and sourcing food, haven't we?
Although it will be sunny, there is a good chance that a lot of food will be wasted if we are to be ready again from now on. It's not like the kingdom has enough luxurious money to do just that.
"I know. So don't change the formation of the troops themselves, just shift the placement a little and fight elsewhere."
"Somewhere else?
The princess lets the maid with the side bring the map from the shelf.
We spread it out on the table and pointed to Kreutzl, where we are.
"This is where we are now. So here's Camentoria."
The princess finally moves her fingers east, pointing to the Camentorian base.
And I put my fingers back a little bit and stopped just around the middle of the two bases.
"There's a plain stretching out here. If I were to bump into you, I'd be here."
"Is that a frontal collision on the plain?"
"It's going to be a total battle. Severe wear and tear, but if we can get through here, there's a chance we can drop it all the way to Kreutzl at once."
"There should be a defense force in the fort too. Chasing troops to retreat, with the intention of a series of battles?
"I guess I can't?
I do a little simulation in my head and I shake my neck to the side.
"You can't. There will be more defense systems in place than it is a base, and most importantly, it will not hold fuel for the fuselage. If we're going to do that, we're going to have to split the unit in two, and we're going to have to storm that unit right after it falls out."
"You just can't afford it."
We must be vigilant about Avila Bomb and, to some extent, leave the fuselage at the base.
Front collision and base drop. They're both operations that would otherwise require a massive force. But I can't afford that.
"Oh! What am I supposed to do!
"Frontal collision, or ambush? Surprise will be difficult, and we'll have to go from the front and scrape it into the tunnel?
"Mmm, I'd like to avoid any loss of power."
Looking at the troubled princess, I ask what bothered me.
"Speaking of which, how far is the princess going to go in this war?
As things stand, the princess is fighting for the primary purpose of taking back the land that was taken. Thanks to this, the morale of the allies is maintained relatively high, and the atmosphere on the front line is not that bad.
But if we were to step into enemy territory in the future, emotions would be another thing.
To take it back and to take it away is something completely different.
In the first place, the knights of the kingdom have not basically studied to take away.
I don't even know how to govern, just step into enemy territory, and it will only haphazardly expand the effects.
That's why I wanted to ask the princess how far she was going to go.
Thanks, I also feel like the princess, who is as reluctant as possible to deplete her power, is likely to step into the enemy land like this.
"Well, basically, I'm going to push you back to the plains of the buffer zone. Afterwards, we're going to secure a part of the buffer zone and build a new frontline fort there"
"Are you pushing up the front line?
"One way or another, surveillance means a lot. Because of the forest in front of the buffer zone, this movement is often behind us. So I want to build a surveillance fort so I can sense the enemy's movements faster. That should make it easier to get hurt and give you room to negotiate with the others."
"Negotiate peace with the Empire?
"It won't even be peaceful, but I'd like to bring it in until about the truce. Honestly, there's too much crap in the kingdom right now. Relations with the countries around us also have to be recreated because the bills have changed. You can't just fight a war."
"I see."
Until now, it was the previous kings who had built trust with the surrounding countries. However, it is likely that the change in cost will also significantly change its political philosophy and so on in the future.
Is it therefore necessary to inform and seek understanding through diplomacy?
Well, to do that, we need a truce with the Empire, and we need to show our strength to make it happen.
If we could build a fort on a plain that has always been used as a buffer zone for each other's countries, the same is true of basically erecting a fort on the other's territory from here on out. If we show that much power, it would also be possible to suggest that we put the sword away once.
Even if I sign up for a truce in my current state, they just laugh and kick me.
"Okay. So the ultimate goal is to build a fort in the buffer zone, right?
"Yeah, my knight will do his best to get there."
"Come on, you want to have a relaxed marriage yourself. If you want to stop the war, I'll do everything I can to help you."
We've been at war ever since we got married.
Instead, you're being attacked from the middle of a wedding, so there's no such thing as a calm couple.
Come on, don't you think I could sing a relaxing routine with Angus at the new mansion!?
"If my knight is going to work hard, you're going to be okay with a little impossible maneuver! I'll think of an operation by the end of the day, so I need you to show your face again at night."
"That's enough, please."
While I'm bitterly laughing that I'm going to think of an unscrupulous operation anyway, I'll take a seat over some leftover tea.
That's when one soldier jumped into the room.
"What's going on?
"So, the decree! The scouts, who were on patrol, spotted a large enemy unit coming from Camentoria! The path is coming straight this way!
"Large Squad!?
The princess rises in surprise.
No way you've been re-invading!? In yesterday's battle with the scouts, they must have found out that we're going to attack them.
You mean you can attack as much as you can?
"The scale is, what's the composition of the enemy!?
"As far as I can confirm, I was wondering if there were six Armunales, two of which were of the same type as yesterday. I was wondering if Abnomulet was about thirty."
Thirty. Isn't that a full-scale invasion?
"But if you had yesterday's troops, you wouldn't be distracted."
I have the same level of presence. In that case, it should be possible as long as it does damage to the base. So, maybe it's a calculator to slow down this attack.
"Right. My knight, let your troops out. And get fifty planes out of the braided unit, right, three, four, five! I'll stop before they get close to the base. And keep the other airplanes standing by. Coming over means Avila Bomb could come down. Be vigilant over the sky. You've contacted the commander. I'm going to the command room, too."
"I'm leaving, too."
The princess leaps out of the room. At the same time, an alert went off at the base.
Mike's magic delivers a voice to everything on the base.
"Enemy troops are currently approaching from Camentoria. All units alert, Armunale and Abnomulet units stand by in the aircraft until ordered to deploy."
Hmm, the newly appointed commander here is pretty good, too. So far, since the princess resides, the supreme command rests with the princess, but with some anticipation of the princess's actions, she has given instructions first, to the extent that they are not disturbed.
So, suppose I go, too?