Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

League of Kings in disarray after a shell storm.

Only the Red Dragon Knights stood on the spot among them, struggling.

However, as far as the situation on the battlefield is concerned, the Alliance of Kings seems to be defeated.

First the mercenary regiment withdrew, then the knights of other countries began to withdraw.

Don't lose this, E. Ludre, the general, felt so.

Not an unexpected result. From the beginning, E. Ludre had a hunch that it would turn out this way.

I'm rather glad they minimized the damage, I thought so.

When E. Rudre took a single letter out of his nostalgia, he entrusted it to his sister, Johanna.

E. Ludre says:

"That's it for the Red Dragon Knights no longer. You will deliver this letter to King Phallus."

"Brother! What can I tell you? The Red Dragon Knights can still fight. This is a temporary place to pull soldiers and explore opportunities for vengeance."

"No, that's no use. If I lose here, the king will forgive me anyway, the generals around him. You'll take military power from me, and you'll be connected to jail as it is. I can stand being jumped in the neck, but I can't stand the humiliation of having a rope attached to my neck."

When E. Ludre put it that way, he let Johanna hold the letter.

"Look, this is my will. Be sure to deliver it to His Majesty the King."

Johanna takes a breath in her unspoken attitude about the presence or absence of E. Ludre.

"What does this letter say?

"A plea to His Majesty to leave the League of Kings."

"Does Phallus escape the King's Alliance? Do you succumb to the Demon King's Army?

"I don't give in. Make peace. The momentum of the Demon King's Army can no longer be stopped. If Azchi keeps building the castle, this rosary will belong to the Demon King's Army. Then there will be no more names for kings to gather. If we're going to reconcile, we'd better hurry."

"But will the king be convinced?

"I'll convince you to risk my life. It's a suicide note for that. That one is not a wise monarch, but he is not a foolish monarch. I'm sure you'll accept my advice."

"... My brother. Could it be that he was returned to the Commander's seat with that intention from the beginning?

Johanna asks that with sad eyes, but E. Ludre answered without changing his expression.

"No way. I'm still a samurai. I'm not going to lose from the start. Instead, I was going to win until a few minutes ago. No, I was winning."

But, looking up to heaven, E. Ludre says.

"The protection of the martial arts smiled at a man named Ike, not this E. Ludre. It's a shame, but complaining doesn't start. Until the end of this term, when I served as a high minister in the Phallus kingdom."

"... that's what this is all about."

"Oh, the last word from me to His Majesty the King. If you look at that bloody letter, Your Majesty will also make up his mind."

"... blood?

Having heard the words, Johanna stares at the letter once again.

There was red liquid on the back of the note. Johanna screams.

"Brother! Are you hurt?

"Right. I actually ate lead balls in my stomach."

"When? When did that happen?

"Pretty much the first one. Bad luck with the bullets flying."

"So you were led by hand from the beginning? Were you wielding extraction with such a body?

"I won't make that a reason to lose. It was totally my mistake to have the western hills taken. And if they hadn't taken that place, I'd have lost to Ike."

General, there is the word. If there was a size to it, that wouldn't be far to Ike in E. Ludre.

E. Ludre had known from one battlefield to another for many years. that there is no victory without a cause of victory but no defeat without a cause of defeat.

Even if he wasn't injured at the beginning, E. Ludre wouldn't have made it to Ike.

Eike, Commander of the 8th Regiment of the Demon King's Army.

Gerard E. Ludre was the impeccable opponent as the last to fight.

When E. Ludre smiled satisfactorily, he asked his sister to deliver the letter to King Phallus.

Nor could Johanna ignore her brother's will to die.

Brother, you're safe.

"See you in King's Landing."

"Be sure to come back alive"

I wanted to utter many words, but none of them could.

So when Johanna bit her lips off, she rode her horse and took home a letter she had deposited from her brother to Phallus.

As soon as possible, even for a second.

That was the last filial devotion to my brother, who had the statute to go to death.

E. Rudre was his grandmother and a crybaby. Satisfied that his sister ran the horse without looking back, he assembled the cadres of the Red Dragon Knights for a military conference.

Tell the assembled executives.

"This trend of wasting has been set. And my destiny."

I don't run upset with executives.

Whatever they got into, they believed my orders and waved my sword to the end. Ever. And always will.

"I will stay on this battlefield to spare even one soldier from the King's Alliance. I do not ask you guys to crush balls. We're going to make one last assault, but that's just to buy our allies time to escape. At the end of the assault, the Red Dragon Knights disbanded on the spot and then returned to the Phallus, which is the last order."

Everyone listens to the operation silently, but only one of their men asks.

He is an older old general than E. Ludre, and a guardian man who, at an early age, attached the archery of the sword to E. Ludre.

He knew that lead balls were stuck in E. Ludre's body, and that his position was at stake, as well as his desire for a place to die.

"Master Gerard's orders are absolute. There will not be a single human being against that will on this occasion. But not after your death. If Master Gérard dies, command will pass to me. We'll fight to the end then and take one or more enemy troops on the road, don't you mind?

To that boneless question, E. Ludre returns in a playful tone.

"It's not great enough to give orders until after death. I am."

That's what E. Ludre said, and the hosts who were there laughed.

But there was only one person who couldn't read the air on the spot.

He was a young knight who had just been assigned to the Red Dragon Knights the other day.

But he was just engaged to a childhood friend the other day. E. Ludre remembers that.

"Right. Don't you want to die yet? Then you can leave this formation."

"I can't do that. Even if you lose, you can't just escape before your enemies."

But he goes on with his sinking face.

"This lot is our loss. But if I keep losing and the country called Phallus is gone, I will. No, what the hell are we supposed to do?

"Do you make me worry until after my death?"

E. Ludre joked and said, but answered cheerfully, in a mild tone.

"At that time, rely on a man named Ike of the Demon King's Army. That man would have bad consequences for our army and for the people of Phallus. It won't be something you can count on, but, well, it's fate too. He must have been born to struggle."

The other day, only once, but the impression was that.

This person deserved to be relied upon, trustworthy, that was Ike's impression.

"Okay. I lost this fight. But a country called Phallus still goes on. Besides, the future situation is unknown. I don't know how to fall. But future history will move around that man. And that man is a trustworthy man. Remember that, there's nothing wrong with that."

When E. Ludre put it that way, he pressed the young knight's back.

"You can't escape in front of an enemy, you said so. So give it a mandate. You go back and tell your side about the death of this E. Ludre. A man named E. Ludre fought to the end. It's a spear-wielding monster eating lead balls in his belly. Tell it to future generations. That's what you do."

When E. Ludre put it that way, he lowered the young man backwards.

Not a single subordinate complains about E. Ludre's decision. There was nothing to criticize young people for.

Fallus' famous general, satisfied with it, spanned the horse when he took the spear.

The Red Dragon Knights of Phallus are all dressed in bright red armor.

The horse was also full of redheads.

The Red Dragon Knights make their last assault the Demon King's Army.

The bright red armor stained even more red, and the Demon King's Army was mutilated.

The momentum was tremendous and the Demon King's Army, which was gaining momentum by multiplying the win, said it had to retreat by a few hundred meters or so.

He said he approached the main unit with Ike, a few dozen meters away.

The names of the Red Dragon Knights and the Warlords who lead them were to be told to future generations.