Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

The meeting between our coalition forces and the Knights of Rosalia took place five days later.

Although the end is more natural than both sides are willing to pull, the war was more difficult than imagined.

Says Giron, Oak's staff officer.

"Enemy warfare is higher than you can imagine. I thought it was a losing streak."

"On the contrary, it's a losing streak, so I guess it's up there"

I disagree.

"Say?

"If we lose here, there will be no more later. You may assume that the Demon King's Army will occupy the King's capital or that Tristan will be restored and executed."

"Would that sweet boy do that?"

"You won't. But Eichs may be instigating it, and at least we'll think about what happens to Tristan if he gets back together."

"... well, the path of birth will be cut off, and worst of all, the territory will be confiscated"

'Cause if you don't, you're not gonna get serious.'

"Or it's possible that the enemy general's family is being held hostage by Chancellor Eichs. It's a common story in the warring world. Either way, there are circumstances that the enemy cannot pull off."

"So the enemy army is cramped or something."

I assure you, I have given instructions to my men who are fighting a desperately prepared enemy army.

I entrust my orders to the transmission.

"Fight as long as you can."

and -.

I entrusted the word to the decree, but every brigade leader who heard the order would be decent.

He said it was a circular that didn't seem like a captain.

In fact, Lilith and others have been using the magic of Reading Tales to ask.

"Dear Ike, are you sure this is a good idea for the 'that' operation?

Lilith speaks plainly, saying so much about refraining from reading on the battlefield because they will be heard by enemy magicians.

However, I won't touch on the outline of the operation, so for once, I guess I can tell the difference.

I answer without scolding.

"I don't care"

This goes on after saying that even more.

"Uh, I don't mind if this op order spreads to the enemy. Anyway, don't turn to offense. Buy yourself some time."

When I said that, I blocked the Reading Talk.

When you're done listening, Giron asks.

"What is the intent of not deciding to compete once and for all?

Of course there is.

And when I answer, I explain it to Giron.

I say it in dismay.

"Are you really a staff officer? How long has it been since we first came to this plain?

"Isn't it still about a day?

"No. It's after the signing ceremony. It's been almost two weeks, hasn't it?

When I heard that word, Giron said, "Ah!" I raised the word.

"So it's time for Master Sephiro's 7th Regiment to come and reinforce us."

"Exactly."

I answered instantly, but add irony.

"Unless the captain is obsessed with experimentation."

"It's not in the boulder."

And, Giron shelters Sephiro, but that, anyway, was a match when it wasn't strange for Sephiro's reinforcements to come.

In anticipation of that, I'd like to buy you some time, but will that witch live up to my expectations?

Regardless, I trusted Sephiro like a real sister, and I trusted his ability, but the guy named Trouble is what I get and expect to happen at the worst possible time.

However, the worry seems to have ended in concern.

A few days after the clash with the Knights of Rosalia, when the front began to glue, a bird came to my curtain.

It's Sephiro's demon.

The little bird whispered as she stayed on my shoulder.

"We arrive on the battlefield in a few minutes. Wait a long time."

The voice was indisputable and belonged to Sephiro.

When I heard that word, I was sure I would win this battle.

A few minutes later, as foretold, the 7th Legion comes to the battlefield.

And not to be told, but let the army storm the flank of the enemy army.

Regardless, the enemy forces should have predicted that to some extent.

This battlefield is a plain as far as I can see, a terrain less suitable for ambushing.

The person who is taking command of the enemy army is not incompetent.

That could be guessed in previous battles.

But he doesn't seem to be a tactician enough to be flanked and held up by a 7th legion of sharp alignments on a boulder.

And on the number, this is about 7000 (2000 for the 8th Corps, 2000 for the White Rose Knights/Holy Shield Knights, 3000 for the 7th Corps).

It was no longer more than mutual in number.

What's more, this one no longer surpasses the enemy forces, both militarily.

Of course, our 8th Regiment has all the strong men under Sephiro.

Baio of the werewolf brigade capitalized on his agility and fierceness, and as he cut into the enemy army, he devoured the throats of the enemy knights.

Kushana of Manticore, who hits my predecessors, also masterfully manipulates the beasts under his command and overwhelms the enemy army.

"I wonder if there's any more of my curtains."

I haven't been active enough to make you think so.

It's just that, still, the enemy army was the guts that looked up because they were tenaciously engaged.

As I explained to Giron, there's no more later, I guess that's what you think.

While the enemy army, the struggle was worthy of praise, but I was therefore lost.

(Should we keep a devastating blow to the enemy forces here?

Even as it is, the enemy forces will begin to withdraw in time, but if they return intact, they will grind their fangs again and see an opportunity for vengeance.

That was unacceptable personally, but not as the Demon King's Army.

I'll start on the horse, stare down at Giron, Oak's staff.

I'm holding hands, watching the war.

I spoke to Giron like that.

"Speaking of which, Giron. You had a new baby."

Giron is Kyoton for his misplaced words.

It was a natural reaction, but Giron was honest,

"Yeah, he's the 16th kid."

Giron brags, but I ask.

"How do you want those kids to grow up? When you grow up, do you want me to be a staff officer like myself?

When Giron shakes his head to the side, he affirms that there is "no extermination either".

"I don't want my own kids on the battlefield. That's what parents would think."

"Right."

I made up my mind in those words, and I decided to issue a decree.

As it turns out, war is a bloody path.

It's just beautiful, such as not wanting to shed extra blood right now.

If you really don't want to shed extra blood, there was only one way to end this war quickly and create a peaceful world -.

Yes, once again, I decided to crush the enemy forces completely.

"Giron, give Lilith, Sigan, Gunter, and Alistair a message to move on to a full-scale offensive."

Giron understands, and when he drips his head, he starts arranging a preaching order.

As I ordered, when we started the offensive, the enemy forces, who resisted so hard, began to collapse.

No, it might be more of a miracle to have held out before.

The enemy army finally begins to crumble.

Giron looks at me and asks.

"Do you want to chase?

I shake my head "no".

That being said, I start a magical chant.

It was a short spell, but when I finish the chant, the firepillar rises far rear of the enemy army.

Giron shouts his surprise at the sight.

"Shh, that's amazing magic. Is it curseless magic? I've never seen the magic of raising a pillar like that in an instant."

"Magic is magic, but it's just fire magic."

I answer that to Giron, but Giron seemed incredible.

"Fire is the easiest magic a magician can use for a child, right? So how did you get those firepillars!?

"The answer is simple. Gunpowder was sprinkled on the plain beforehand. There was a burning pile of dead grass all over it."

"And that means you knew in advance that this place would be a showdown ground?

Giron looks at me like a prophet.

"If each destruction failed, we could have predicted that the enemy would gather around here."

"It's like God..."

"It's a mountain survey. It's just an easy job to sprinkle gunpowder."

It was true.

If each destruction fails and enemy forces gather, I predicted it would be this plain.

There are two reasons.

One thing is that this plain is a major traffic shock, and what holds this place back will be advantageous.

Two, there must be a limited number of places where large armies close to 10,000 can assemble.

In fact, the enemy troops assembled in this place, and my reckoning would not have gone wrong.

There was no harm in setting a trap.

In fact, we were able to trap the enemy troops without losing any money.

The enemy army, attacked by the 8th Regiment on the front and the 7th Regiment of Cefiro on the right flank, blocked from exiting by a fire meter from the rear, naturally began to flee in the left direction, but my trap was also set there.

I chant magic again.

"Come on, puppet soldiers!

So when I finish the chant, out of the soil of the plains, my bone hands protrude.

Giron doesn't even sound surprised anymore.

"I thought my husband was up to something more," he stares at me with a smiley face.

Sure, you're right, so I couldn't argue, but the Skeleton soldier I was burying in the ground blocked the enemy's way out and started attacking.

This is the hand I used when I got rid of Alistair's White Rose Knights, but this operation was useful no matter how many times I used it.

Easily place ambushes without forests, bushes, etc.

If we knew for sure that the enemy would go through there, it was a method of warfare that would not hurt to keep it in use.

My oddity puts the enemy in a state of distress.

We're up front,

7th Legion from right direction,

Skeleton soldier from left,

On the rear is a burning fire column,

In other words, the enemy forces will have been completely besieged.

This is the opposite of the siege operation that the enemy initially painted.

It was an ironic story.

The side that tried to destroy the siege was destroyed by the siege.

The enemy forces that surrounded the Quartet completely with us built up resistance to the end, but a few moments later, the resistance became scattered and the end disappeared.

Surviving soldiers either broke through the siege net or chose the path of surrender.

The point is, the Demon King's Army won this battle.