After the battle on the plains, the victorious Royal Army began marching as it was. We headed to Camentoria.
If I could, I would have liked to accompany you to that, but without a fuselage, pilots are just a bunch of legs.
As a result, Battis and I were to wait here and secure the princess who would storm us when the fuselage had not been repaired.
In the meantime, I'm asking my unit to retrieve the parts that can be used from the destroyed enemy aircraft. After all, I definitely need a fuselage more than being a pilot.
I would like to keep the Almunale in a state where it can be moved somehow, because you can collect it from me.
And wait half a day. As the sun began to tilt, a magical guide car carrying the princess arrived on the plain.
"Oh, my knight, what's going on here?
That's what I say, face out of the magic guide car, and I walk over to the silly princess who curiously hangs her neck, and I answer with a smile full of eyes.
"My fuselage has been heavily damaged, so I've been waiting for the princess to fix it. No, I'm surprised. The moment the victory here was decided, it seemed they were flying out of the base. What the hell do you mean, can I ask you for an explanation?
You must have felt something in my smile. The princess scratches her face in the magic guide car. And I heard voices coming right out of the inside.
"Let me go! Hey, come on, explain it right! You weren't supposed to come out this time, here!
Grab the handle on the door and open it gabbly.
The princess, who looked in a hurry, was solidified as she was.
"Oh, that's it. Try to give healing words to the soldiers tired of battle. Morale is important, isn't it?
"Rest assured. Morale culminates in a victory here. Please take your time here as we have already restructured our troops under the command of Captain Jade and are on our way to recapture Camentoria. I'm sure you'll be able to deliver the good news."
"Mmm, my knight has come to say it, too. I'm losing my temper."
"Naturally. Because if I was reluctant on the princess, I understood that nothing would be solved. Well, shall we get out of the Magic Car for now? We also have a tent, so let's talk about it there."
"Huh, you have no choice. I heard a few phrases that bothered me, and I'm going to ask you more. Can you show me around?
"Yes, this way"
I will take the princess and her servants to the tent I have set up.
It's a big tent to the extent that it can welcome royalty once, but the interior can never be described as good because of the surge.
For now, I'm just spreading the map to a big table in the center, arranging folding chairs.
Lead the princess straight to her seat, and I'll take the seat next to her.
"So, I'm talking about Eldo's fuselage being wrecked, how soon is it going to be fixed? Are you going to join the Camentorian recapture?
"It's impossible to get it back to its original state. It was flashy, except for the generator."
I will explain to the princess the condition of my own fuselage.
In the meantime, I told him that I could not move at all under the current circumstances and that if there was a way, I would only use the recovered parts to create an impromptu fuselage.
And ask the princess.
"In the meantime, I'm letting you collect the parts, so I can always put them in for repair with the princess's permission. I was wondering if I could move it the day after tomorrow."
"Parts of the enemy's fuselage. Hey, is that okay?
"For now, we can manage as long as we change the color"
If you can make it halfway through the attack, we can deal with it in the meantime. So, if you tell the other side who I am, it won't be a problem. In fact, I can't afford to even look at the finer parts of the fuselage during battle. Most of them discern by color.
"Okay. Allow First Aid Repair. Let them rush as fast as they can instead. If you can, you can move it tomorrow night."
"You're in a lot of a hurry. You got a reason?
"From the state of the enemy, if you take the time, the Knight of the Eight will come out again. If that happens, the Royal Army won't have a plane to contain."
I see, if Kansas puts in torn information, the Imperial side could also put in a new Knight of the Eight. Besides, if you're alone, you've lost, so there's more than two.
But I lost my fuselage, and what I could get was a haribote made out of a collection of parts. If you're in that state, you certainly don't have a winner.
I guess that means the princess will take back the land at once, before it does.
"Okay. I'll tell the troops to hurry."
"And is it possible to contact the main unit?
"Yeah, we've got a couple of people on standby for once."
"Then I'll write to you later, so let me deliver it to Jade. And a letter to my own country. If my predictions are correct, if we don't hurry, we'll have more trouble than the Knight of the Eight."
"Is that a prediction? You think Avila Bomb's coming again?
If it were to contact the front-line unit and the home country, would it be enough to pay attention to air defense security?
"No, it's more troublesome than that."
That's what the princess said, staring at the Camentorian base on the map.
When I finished discussing with the princess and went to tell Mr. O'Rail that I had been granted permission, there was my fuselage there that had already been repaired on top of my career.
"Um, were you already starting to fix it?
"Naturally. If you just fix it, it won't be a problem. It takes time, so it's not the mechanic's rule to move before you get permission."
"I see."
"So, of course, you got permission, didn't you?
"Yeah, I got it. I just want you to be able to move it tomorrow night."
"If the airframe itself is fine. If it's gonna be a problem."
"Is it around the pilot system?"
The cockpit of my fuselage has been removed from the lever for my left arm, additional monitors, and button alignment for optimization of full manual control.
For this reason, trying to match the normal aircraft's manoeuvres with this will surely make it impossible.
It would be great if you could grab the cockpit from another aircraft, but there are few replacement parts for all the aircraft with battle attached, because the cockpit has been destroyed.
Physical operators (sense boards) can say the same thing.
"Not on the battlefield, not exhausted, naturally. That's what makes me want to say one of those crying words."
"It's this way I want to cry!
When Mr. O'Rail was fooling me, he heard a voice from the cockpit that resembled a scream.
And Mr. Carine shows his face as he goggles up.
"Fix the masterpiece (Sense Board) that I've arranged for almost all of the captain's maneuvers in one day! I want you to be rude! Well, I'll do it!
That's all that's left to say, and Mr. Carine goes right back inside the cockpit.
"You can count on that."
"Afterwards, I'm afraid."
I don't know what they're asking for... I hope they're still the only hosts, but when they even ask for jewelry and bags for brands, it's a little tough on their current paycheck. Would you like to negotiate a salary increase or a special bonus for the princess?
"It's time for Noon to go back. Is there anything you'd like me to keep on the fuselage? I'll do it if I can."
"In the meantime, armed please be basic. And repaint the paint on white."
"Armed got it. But painting is difficult."
"Don't you just repaint it?
"Because the Imperial fuselage is dark in color. Just paint white and the basement will be clear."
Oh, I see.
The imperial fuselage is all united in a dark green with a red line. Does that mean that even if you hang white paint from top of it, the color of the basement is too dark to emerge?
"If you have a solid maintenance area, you can repaint it again and again because there's plenty of paint, but it's also difficult here. Probably going to be a little discolored. Do as much as you can, but be prepared to the extent that the greens look light."
"Okay. Well, it would be enough to tell the difference from a distance."
"Okay."
"Then please come back later."
Ask Mr. O'Rail for the rest, and I'll put my career behind me.
The completely sunset plains are dark and there are just lights leaking from tents installed everywhere.
Proceed inside it and open the curtain of the tent reserved for you.
"Oh, I'm finally back"
"Angus?"
Inside the tent was Angus. Sitting on the bed, embroidering.
The outfit is not the usual made-up outfit, but a one-piece camisole.
"Eh heh, Eldo, when I told you I was going to make dinner and take it, you told me to stay up there today, so I'm sweet on your word"
If Angus turns his gaze on the table, there's a clothed basket there. Placing the embroidery on the bed, Angus walked over to the basket and removed the cloth.
"Well, it's a special imperial-style sandwich for battlefields only."
"It's a battlefield exclusive. I've never heard that before."
That's some kind of noisy limited edition.
"Look, Kreutzl took it back from the assault, didn't he? So there was quite a bit of food left in the empire, too. So battlefield rice to make while using it to save money. That's why it's battlefield only!
"Awesome, support made"
Too little support capability.
"Come on, try it. I tasted it too, but it was delicious."
"Well, hurry up, then"
Grab the sandwich in the basket while Angus prompts you.
In a slightly crispy bread, pickled vegetables in vinegar and dried meat. It's a mediocre battlefield meal, but it does taste pretty good if you try it. Is this a good sauce? It's a little tingly and irritates my tired body. And I feel nostalgic somewhere.
"How are you?"
"That's pretty good to go. I like the sauce."
"Right, I used it that was bottled, but this is going to restore a lot of health. I think it's probably full of chili and garlic. The kingdom tends to distract me from the strong smell, so I don't really use it and it feels fresh."
"Right, chili and garlic"
This is who nostalgia is. Junk-food, intense flavoring reminds me of my past life.
Speaking of which, all the members of Robo Research argued in the lab with one hand about junk food when the tournament approached.
I strayed straight into the sandwich and quickly emptied the contents of the basket.
I've been eating it for over a decade and I'm used to it, I like the taste of the kingdom, but it's still hard to forget the taste I've had for over twenty years in my previous life.
"Ugh, it was delicious. I'd love to eat again."
"You seem to like it a lot. There were usually chillies and garlic left on the base, so I'll have them split up when I get home."
"Right. By the way, what was Angus doing?
"Oh, this? This is a new amulet."
"Amulet? Then you have this."
I take the amulet and pendant out of my chest.
One was made together when we left the village and the other in town. They are both my precious amulets.
"Yeah, I just thought it was time to add a new one. But, Eldo, your neck is another drink, isn't it? So now I try to embroider it so it can be worn elsewhere."
"You sew? You can't just put it on your knight's clothes, can you?
"Hehe, I'm Eldo, your wife! Naturally sewing is for underwear!
Yeah, speaking of which, all my squad laundry was being washed by Angus. Well, you can do whatever you want with your underwear.
"Not too flashy, I beg you."
"Leave it to me! Because I'll give you a cool, cute finish!
That's what I say and laugh at Nicole.
The laughter and the words only left me anxious.
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"It's a hard fort."
"It was also used for border security in our country, so naturally, hahahaha"
"It's not funny..."
The Royal Army, which had left the Elds behind, had come all the way to the Camentorian base.
Now that the sun is down, I'm watching the base from a little further away, but I can't feel any signs of a strike out, although I have the generosity.
I guess there's a lot of upset about losing.
Jade thought that maybe the commander of the base he's assigned to is also worried about how he's going to do the future.
"I don't want to give you much time to worry about it."
But it's hard to get through that gate with this power.
The captain of the Armunale, who is being given a ride, crushes as he checks his army's strength on the monitor.
Except for Eldo and Batis, this battle force was restructured into four Armunale five planes by an Abnomule unit that was much shredded in the battle ahead.
It is clearly not enough as a force to drop an extraordinarily robustly built border fortress.
But still, I needed to drop it.
It was followed earlier by a letter delivered by Princess Ines II by an early horse.
"Still, we have to drop it by the day after tomorrow at the latest. How far is the perimeter blockade going?
"It's 80% complete, can I block the escape route? I don't know much about fortifications, but if you crush the escape route, don't you get confused?
"Yeah, but..."
If we prepare a way out, that operation could be taken. Only that possibility needed to be crushed, even if it drained the troops.
"Please keep completing the siege. Tomorrow morning, we will make a surrender recommendation, and if we fail to comply, we will launch a simultaneous attack at ten o'clock."
Copy that. All units clear.
That night, the fortress in Camentoria was completely besieged by the Abnomule forces, and the tensions among the soldiers slowly increased.