After the refinery, Leila came to the hangar where Elshald and the generator of the parting Leila machine were stored.
There, besides the generator of the Leila aircraft, the fuselages of Forze and Risette are also parked in hangers.
The two planes had already been adjusted by mercenary mechanics, who had carried out the removal of armor.
I can see the distortion everywhere on the frame that started to peel off, and the fuselage itself was quite tired.
Near those two planes, Leila found the two she was looking for.
"Forze, Lisette"
Lisette turns her gaze toward Leila as she calls out to the two people who were looking at the fuselage.
"Layla. Looks like you're done saying hello, huh?
"Yeah, I don't think there's a problem for now."
"Good for you. The moment the master hates you, you'll be dead."
"It's just a noisy place. Can you shop normally?
Layla turns a frightened glance at the two people who came down the catwalk.
I have also become largely accustomed to the mercenary fashion, but I was still not accustomed to the speed with which a little event developed into an exchange of lives as it were.
"Hahaha, no problem. It's a noisy place, but because the value of that money is higher than outside, hey. Most things can be solved with money."
"Mercenaries really..."
"It's easy not to get weird, right? I mean, there's just a bunch of people who can't live without it. Like this one."
Lisette strokes around with her hands on Forze's head as she walks next to her.
"Lisette, will you kill me?
"You know, with all this, it's more money than credit."
"I understand very well."
Lizette quickly pulls her hand and laughs from Forze, who grabs the hand she was stroking and tries to stick around. To such a sight, Leila sighs.
When I first started acting with Lisette's mercenary regiment, I sometimes absorbed another mercenary regiment, but after the most recent war, I was relatively buried in the ditch.
Lisette herself has a personality that makes it easier to narrow her distance from others, and this is how she is about to be attacked when she makes fun of Forze sometimes.
"Just introduce me to a store that looks good. I'd like to think about fixing the fuselage."
"Aye. In the meantime, you've decided to do the basic frame around the cockpit, haven't you? You should put together the vegetables as soon as possible, and I'll teach you a good shop."
"Yeah, nice to meet you"
To apologize for the tease and give the dried meat to Forze, Lisette led Leila behind the hangar.
What came was a warehouse somewhat out of town. There are piles of scraps of iron in there, which can also be called a lot of crap, and I don't think it's a store where you can buy a base frame, no matter what.
But Lisette enters the warehouse without looking concerned.
Forze and Leila followed it, too, when they heard voices from inside the crap.
"There you are. It's rare for sharing to come. What, did you break it flashy?
In a slightly echoing voice, Lisette grins.
"Do you think I'd break the foundation that easily? I'm a new customer this time. If you don't come out soon, I'll go to another store."
"Oh! That's good. I brought you!
I hear a noise with Gashan, and a piece of iron plate that was on Mount Crap collapses. What came out of it was an old man wearing a skinny, worn out connection.
I have oil all over my body, and when I remove my goggles, that's the only place that leaves my original skin colour, leaving a clear mark.
As the man jumped from Mount Crap, he rushed under Lisette.
"Really, who's the guest?"
"It's this girl."
Lisette points to Leila, who gives a small token. I lift my hand trying to shake it for a moment, but I noticed the man's hand was all oiled up and snapped quickly.
"It's Leila. Greetings."
"I'm not a Mazara. I deal with a lot of basic frames and stuff. I mostly get what I want, and I do custom. I'll say anything. Yeah. What do you want?"
"The base frame is the Faetal object. I want you to go with that around the cockpit. I can mix up some of the others, but I want the control system to fit the face. Can you do that?"
I only learned the basics in Faithal's fuselage, and Layla's maneuver is based on Faithal's cockpit. In particular, the manual controls thoroughly knocked the placement of the Phaetal's fuselage into the body, so changing it to something else now could delay the reaction.
To prevent that, you can never make changes around the cockpit.
"Faithful. I haven't had much stock lately, but it's okay for one plane. What hangar?
"It's Edel's place. We keep our fuselage with us."
"It's been a while since I've seen a plane in a pleasure place. Besides, that kid over there is a war freak, right?
"Heh, you know me?
Forze, who watched a pile of crap as he roamed the dried meat, accidentally spoke and turned his gaze to Mazara.
"Interesting airframes check rumors to some extent. If there's anything you want, kid, just say it. Yeah."
To Mazara's inquiry, Forze shook his head sideways after thinking a little.
"So far, I guess. In the meantime, we need to compile the proposed modifications. You can't beat sword wings with proper modifications."
"You know, when I collect the parts for my lady, I take them to Adele's. Where do I get my bill?
"Put everything on the Elshald Mercenaries. I'm working with Elshald now."
"I'll ask. It's a shitty mercenary regiment that owns three Armunale planes. This is gonna be fun."
"It's another great place to kill a Feital knight. That's all they're gonna do."
"Faithful's Ship Arm...... Have you got sword wings now? The Empire seems to have quite a few hands burned, too. A lot of bounty."
"I get revenge and I get money. That's how mercenaries do it."
"Well. Well, try not to die."
That's all Mazara left to say, and disappeared again into the pile of crap.
The three men who dropped it off leave the warehouse.
"You're an intense man. Is that okay with you?
"The habit is strong, but you have good arms for it. I always take care of Mazara."
"Heh, then the vegetarian body looks fine for now. Then we have to think about the other parts within the moment."
"I'd like to think about it a little bit, and I'd like to go back to the inn now."
Lisette turns her gaze to Leila for Forze's story, which completely abandons her original purpose of guiding Leila through town.
Leila smiles small and bitterly and nods one.
"Shall we go back then? We need to discuss this with the maintenance guys anyway."
"Right."
Modification and improvement of the fuselage is not something that can be managed in one person's opinion.
The opinions of the pilot are only opinions when piloting, and from maintenance, there may be a completely different opinion.
In the first place, the desired modifications are often rejected if there are problems in terms of maintenance as well. Need a break with the mechanics around here.
If we ignore that, we naturally get along poorly, and sometimes we stop listening to what the fuselage has to say. Departure in such a state would not be enough, no matter how many lives there are.
The three returned to the waiting quarters of the Elshald Mercenaries in order to put together proposals for improvements to their fuselage.
Then the days of about a month passed with momentum that could also be called outrage for Leila.
Daily meetings and every day I go to the hangar to adjust my own fuselage.
He also walked around town to collect parts and literally punched him in the cheek with a lot of money if needed.
Thanks in part to this, Leila's fuselage shows up well.
Faetal fuselage is used as requested by Leila, and each part is equipped to reflect Leila's requirements as much as possible.
Overall, the skinny fuselage reflected Layla's stance of cutting in more than defense and magic.
"Sounds good."
Inside the cockpit, Leila snaps as she checks the aircraft's monitor.
The cockpit, not so different from Faital's fuselage, has been reduced overall to suit Layla's physique, making it easier to use than ever before.
The stomping at his feet was also easy to work with, and Leila herself was prevented from swinging in sudden movements.
One carriage enters through the entrance to the hangar as Leila is checking with the lever to ascertain the feel of the left arm of the fuselage, which has become quite heavy.
"Leila! I got your gear!
A man who was your man jumped off the carrier and spoke to Leila.
"Is that it?
"Ooh, it's a delicacy that I let forge on purpose. I can't compare it to any other sword. It's durable and sharp."
A sword for a regular armunale is as simple as pouring it into a mold, whether it's a double-edged, single-edged blade. But this single-edged sword, made for Leila, is a substitute for a blacksmith getting into an abnomulet and being carefully beaten and forged in a dedicated workshop that he made on purpose.
"Thank you. Can you just gear up, please?
Leila's fuselage, fixed to the hanger, cannot be picked up. For that reason, he asked the man to bring it, and Leila put her left arm back in position.
"Aye. And then you bring the sheath, so I'll get it ready with a knife."
"Say hello."
The sword you bring is lifted by a crane and knifed into the sheath.
The sheath then connected to the left hip of the fuselage.
"Lock complete. You can let go."
The monitor displays that the connection and lock have been completed and the crane is removed at the instruction of the Layer.
The sheath is securely equipped to the hips of the fuselage and not even frightened.
"I'd like to move a little, okay?
"Okay. Hanger, I'm gonna unlock this! Attention, you guys!
At the same time as it sounds like Gashun, there is a load on the legs of the fuselage to support the weight.
Released from the lock, the Leila machine reaches for the sheath that has just been put on when it leaves a few steps forward.
Support the sheath with your left hand and grip the pattern with your right hand.
And slowly pulling through, the sharp blade was unleashed without remembering to snag anywhere.
"Fine."
Leila raising her voice of satisfaction at the move. The mechanics were also in love with "oops" and the beauty of their blades.
There's a voice there.
"Well, that's Leila's weapon."
"Yes."
It was Lisette who had made the same adjustments in the fuselage that had been calling out.
I couldn't help but want to speak to the blade I saw on the monitor.
"I brought all kinds of swords, too, but that's amazing."
"It's one dish. I'd be in trouble if I could compare it to the others. One of these is my weapon. Blade of my life."
"You think the opposite of me."
The main weapon in Lisette's fuselage is a massively equipped axe. Throw it, wiggle it, and beat the target, the opposite of Leila's fuselage.
"My blade has only a few friends. The more I am, the stronger I am."
"If that makes you stronger, I think that's a good idea. Hunting yourself down is what fools do."
"You know what, you do it."
"Yes."
"If that's all you're ready for, I won't tell you anything."
"Thanks"
The sword falls into the sheath, and Leila returns the fuselage to the hanger.
There came Elshald, who brought Forze.
"Were you both here? Just fine."
"Oh, my God, I can't believe the captain came all the way here."
"Here comes the instructions from the Empire"
As soon as I heard what Elshald said, nervousness ran to all the crew members who were in the hangar.
I had originally told the Empire to leave the temp line to return here. To dare say that instructions will come there is to say that there are quite a few demands.
"What instructions?
"It's an order to drop a small country adjacent to the Empire. We're the only troops. The grace period is three months. only in terms of replenishment can be received from bases in adjacent towns"
"Hahaha! What a joke. Are you going to die on us?
It's natural for Lisette to laugh. Because even though we have three Armunales and there are no Armunales in the enemy countries, we want one country to be dropped in a mercenary regiment.
Speaking of small States, some, like Belgio, aim for destruction with special weapons, while others are already in mass production by obtaining abnomules.
Today, when there is competition for development, the instructions are too reckless.
"The Empire seems serious. Apparently, one of the eight knights who had recently undertaken the invasion of Belgio was hit."
"What the hell is that?"
"Shortly thereafter, Belgio has officially issued a statement of condemnation against Obard, declaring a military alliance with the Kingdom of Faetal. In tune with this, we see a movement of anti-imperial nations in tune with Faithal. To curb it, he said to drop a country, combined with blackmail and a breakdown in power. The Imperial Army seems to be in a state of chaos with the Knights of the Eight being shot all over the house."
The Knight of the Eight Shows the Strongest of Empires. Four of them were kept standing for months. The military department had fallen so clear that morale could be seen with agitation and fear of Faetal. Condemnation statements emanating from Belgio and other small states as if to go with it. With Obard's siege net definitely being formed, it was what the empire relied on to prepare for the next battle, said the Elshald Mercenaries.
"I've said that it would be easy for us to drop one small country if we raided the King's capital in Faithal, killed the king and survived safely. Okay, you guys - what about this provocation?
Elshald with a nigga and a grin.
Besides, the first person I answered was Layla.
"That's just right for commissioning a new model. The weapon just arrived, and I wanted to try it out."
"Leila, are you serious? I'm in too much of a hurry to die."
"I don't even mean to. Plus, Forze-- you're motivated too, aren't you?
"You told me to kill you indiscriminately. Of course I will, because I have some tests on the fuselage. You don't have to come to Lisette. Me and Leila are good enough."
"Forze...... oh, I get it! I'll join you! But I'm not going in there like that! It's a test for a new aircraft. I'll have it moved by the unit while I secure the safety margin."
"Then it's a decision. As soon as they're ready, the Elshald Mercenaries invade the Kingdom of Coke! Everybody, start prepping!
Copy that!
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Standing black smoke and collapsing buildings.
Three Armunales stood idyllically in a flaming town.
"We're surrounded!
"Don't make me like this any more!
"Him in numbers! Even abnomules should be able to squash them in numbers!
A myriad of abnomules that lay their swords around three planes.
None of them are yet sophisticated fuselages like Obard or Faetal, but strange fuselages where frames can be seen everywhere or feet as thin as birds.
But still powerful enough, the fuselages deployed as guardians of the country were knights who were not supposed to be a glimmer.
It was supposed to be...
"You're not going to fight me."
"Let's crush the royal palace quickly. Can the royals get away with this?
"Then I'll go. You guys are as violent as you like."
"I told you not to let him get away with it!
Despite being surrounded, a number of numbed aircraft strike simultaneously at the three pilots who continue the conversation at their leisure.
But shortly after those several swords were lifted, they stopped moving and collapsed to the spot.
Later what remains is Leila's fuselage with a slight wind pressure and an attitude that has finished waving the sword.
The cockpit of the Abnomules had been truncated under one sword.
And...
"Well, I'll be there!?
Forze's fuselage moves with the chilling voice.
The airframe, accelerating into a breath with white smoke, burst into the abnomulets and began ravaging them with its limbs.
The enemy aircraft strikes as if it were a beast in a surprisingly soft motion, with bladed claws that reliably pierce the cockpit of the enemy aircraft.
Then Lisette and Leila step into the hole where they were made.
"What the hell are these guys!
"Mercenaries! You're the strongest!
A two-wielded axe gripped by Lisette's fuselage cuts off both arms of one aircraft and kicks it around the barbed fuselage.
Behind it, Leila's blade destroyed two aircraft and received a sword with her left arm swung down.
"Become, take..."
The words are cut off from the torso by the kick of the Layla machine without being spinned to the end.
"Output stable. It's easy to do half manual control. With the full manual, it looks like we can still make some gaps. Let's get used to it."
"Keep it that way. Due to this fuselage, it's a waste of time to break it here!
A thrown axe passed directly next to the Layla aircraft and struck one with a cannon.
"Lisette, pay proper attention to the number of axes. It's not the same number as before, is it?
"So is that. Then I'm gonna drop the crisp!
"Yes, yes, it's out of the way there."
The magic unleashed slaughters a plane that attempts to block Lisette's path, during which Lisette runs through the enclosure to the Royal Castle.
The abnomules who tried to chase it were instantly scraped by Forze and Leila.
And two hours from the start of the fight.
Fire hands rose from the royal castle and fell to mark the end of the Kingdom of Coke.