Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

Even today, a group of people acting strangely continue to work extensively early in the morning.

From the side, I have no idea what the hell you're doing.

So much so that some part of the national army is rumored to have even had some kind of bad disease.

First of all, they're all wearing National Army armor.

This is not a problem.

Instead, if the guys without the National Army gear were working there, that would be weirder.

However, it is also true to say that the action is too strange because he is a soldier in the National Army.

The next thing you know, they're all watching a young man who's black, and for some reason, they're sifting through a swing.

Of course, that's not a farm there.

It's not a farm, but they're sifting around as if they were attached to something.

And digging holes with tremendous momentum.

We will beat the violin to the ground with force that makes us wonder if it is also resentful on the ground, and we will do this without silently saying that we will beat the violin to the ground again with a large amount of soil.

One drink in the morning, they continued to work like that, pinching a small pause at lunch.

Was it a waste of time to go back to the dining room, when they sat down on the spot, silently flattening and often lying down, taking off their armor, the dishes carried by the sidetail girl who appeared out of nowhere.

And when it was done, he took it again, and began to work lightly.

The squad yard is very large.

But the holes will be dug at incredible speeds as they continue to wiggle even a hundred people, and eventually a giant hole in their back length will be completed.

I wonder what the hell they're going to use these giant holes for, and as the beholder tilts his neck, the ones who keep crawling out of the holes have now taken the shovel and started filling it back for some reason.

Who sees it, can't find meaning in the work.

But they continue to fill holes without getting one, as if it were a supreme order imposed on them.

Eventually, by the time the sun sets and the area darkens, the hole will be completely filled back, and those who did it will return to their quarters with a satisfying look on their face for some reason.

The next day they showed up again in armor in the morning, this time with a big backpack on their back and showing up at the practice field.

In front of it is where we dug the hole yesterday with our own hands and buried it again.

They will jump into the place where the hole was, with the decree.

Grounds that have just been dug and filled back in by adults back length holes are very soft.

Wearing heavy gear there, and carrying a backpack that apparently weighs even more, if they step in, the foot will then perch on the ground.

When the sidetail girl who showed up there says something, a number of balls of water appear in the sky.

Girl who starts punching it out for them.

The soldiers continue to avoid that ball of water while desperately consolidating their scaffolding, but eventually the movement begins to dull and some of them begin to come out that properly hit the ball of water.

That blow, which is probably the initial magic of the water system, easily blows their bodies, which should be heavy, and knocks them down to the ground.

To the fallen, yet another girl relentlessly punches water bullets in.

Another person takes the water bullet with his body up.

Allow the evasive movement to resume while others cause the fallen while they are taking the ball of water, which should be gaining considerable momentum, with a voice of temper.

Balls of water landed on the ground turn the soil, which is still somewhat soft, into mud.

More people get their feet taken off by that mud and get a direct hit, but they keep avoiding it without giving up.

If you stop moving, your feet sink into the mud.

If that happens, dodging won't even work.

Because we know that, they don't stop moving.

Keep moving even and help those who are unluckily unable to move.

Eventually, when lunchtime approaches, the girl stops launching the water bullet with regret and even runs around until then signaling it, they also start cleaning their gear off the muddy ground, getting out of gear and getting dirty with mud.

While they were cleaning their gear, a sidetail girl began to prepare lunch again, and a newly called blonde female monk began to treat injuries to those who had a poor hit of the girl's water bullet.

When that's over. Also, silent lunch.

At the end of the meal and the end of the rest of the day, now they return to the ground, still muddy, under the decree of the blackened man who had been keeping watch.

There, now the black man begins to indulge in the magic of the Little Fire Bullet.

Unlike water witchcraft, when it comes to elementary, fire witchcraft is sure to bear a yaked first if it hits.

The blacker man drives them away more desperately than in the morning with a barrage thicker than what the sidetail girl unleashed.

The mass of fire that landed on the ground evaporated the moisture, which contained large quantities of mud, and water vapor was already seared around.

Water vapor that rises there, even though you say you're sweating by keeping moving.

Temperatures climb gushing and breathless humidity strikes them, but they don't stop moving.

If you stop moving poorly, you'll get one shot and you won't be able to move.

If you can't move, you will eat an intensive attack of magic that has been reduced to an undead level.

They are desperate too.

The concentration of water vapor that eventually rises begins to make your vision worse.

I don't know where you're flying from. Magic of fire.

They desperately avoid mobilizing all the sensations they can have.

Still, some of them still get a decent direct hit of witchcraft.

The one who can no longer move is dragged up from the mud as if by an invisible hand, and taken to a waiting female monk.

So the female monk treats her with the art of healing, and she sprinkles the dark potions of crimson, purple, and yellow and green that the sidetail girl takes out of her head like hot water.

It is a colour that seems very bad for the body, but those who are sprayed with them jump into the mud again as soon as they get up.

Just a few minutes ago, it was as if it had been a lie to bear a yaked all over your body.

Eventually, when the sun leans and the sky begins to stain red, they are finally free from the action of saying they will continue to dodge from unilateral attacks.

Its feet continue to be broiled in the magic of fire, and there is a ground that tends to be hardened even by treading on their feet.

They think as they step on the ground.

He said he'd dig you sooner tomorrow.

"I don't think it's sanity training."

Lotus Yaya had been called by Meilia to her room, which was inside the military facility, at a time that was repeated about seven times for a cycle that was in one set in two days.

When it came to the room of a fifteen-year-old girl, it was Lianya who wondered if it was quite something like that, but it presented a look that I said was entirely a work place for the office, and it was a tasteless room that I didn't really think was a moisturizing place.

A large desk that claims its existence no matter how much at the wall.

Meilia, who was processing the documents on it, said the opening best when Lianya was put through and into the room.

"I meditate my eyes when it comes to completely occupying one of a number of practice fields...... and I don't know what the action means, and it's too dangerous"

"You think a month of regular training will make them one person?

On the contrary, Mayria turns a sinister look to Lianya, who inquired.

Other than that, Lianya's words are the same as saying that the soldiers of the National Army are not alone, and that the training they are conducting is too warm.

"There's no way there's a lot of people who can talk about that kind of misery."

"So far, zero shepherds?

The fact was hard for Meyria to believe.

Absolutely some, or the majority, were prepared to turn up the sound and escape, but none of the 100 soldiers he trains, such as those who escaped and those who fell out of it due to injuries, are out at present, as Lianya said.

"Looks like there's a lot of injured people out there."

"I have a good monk and a doctor."

"I know Mr. Lorna has a good arm... but who is that sidetail girl? I've never seen or heard of a drug that instantly heals my injuries, and unless I die, it's hyperbole to bring me back immediately."

Now Lianya smiled slightly.

The truth is, Lianya didn't really want Emil involved either.

But I would never do anything to demonize the soldiers, and there were circumstances where I couldn't refuse Emil to ask me to join him because he just cured fatigue and injuries with a drug made of a little rare ingredient.

No matter how much Rhona is a well-armed monk and furthermore can use the Demon Stone to support that spell, it is still because Rhona alone could not cut off the injured from the next to the next production.

In addition, the magic technique can heal an injury, but it takes away the injured person's health quietly, and furthermore, the magic cannot restore fatigue.

Then an injured soldier is going to lose a good deal of time.

It is rare if you try to make it Lianya, and after worrying for quite a long time, after pressing Emil many times, Lianya admitted Emil's participation.

"He's a bit of a wacky technician. I can't tell you the details. I'm responsible for everything that's going on with her."

"I'll take care of it. If you say so much, it won't be a bad thing. So... I called you today for a reason..."

Putting aside the documents that were being processed, Meilia looks at Lianya.

"The first one... is about my sister..."

"How are you doing with the momentum that keeps the soldiers of the National Army busy?

"Is it true to say that you've been hoarding the soldiers of the National Army since the beginning?

Only a little in response to that voice, Lianya, who felt a frightening emotion, immediately asks for Meilia's expression without answering.

They were going to hide it as much as possible. Meilia smiled bitterly at the light feeling of it.

"It's not very good information, it"

"It's a fact. Especially when it comes to strength."

Meilia sighs at the facts told to Lianya.

"Is there a problem?

"No… it's not a big problem… As Renya knows, the Fatal family serves as Grand Duke of the Principality of Triden, but this is a country built in a generation by the Fatal principals themselves, before they were teenagers."

Originally, the place now known as the Duchy of Triden was the closest place in the human continent to the forests of exasperation and hence to the territory of the demons, and no one liked to create a country like that, where those who had committed crimes in the centre lived in captivity and repeated looting of the central side.

It was the Fatals who conquered it on their own and made the country.

If I built it on my own, I think I should have named the king Lianya, and I kind of don't like the sound of a king for not making it a king, says Meilia, because of one of the Lord's words at the time.

For reasons I do not know that a king says that the Grand Duke is cooler than the sound of words, he said that the then Fatal principals built a country out of the country they created, taking the meritorious into nobility and saying it was a principality.

"Is that it?

"I have trouble being proud of myself, but sometimes it's a little short to say that about the Fatal family, but sometimes I produce people who are incredibly powerful and called heroes."

"You think Zion's that?

The part where you say it's not enough, you don't deny it, and Meyria shakes her neck to the left and right.

"I don't know. There have never been any signs of this before. But maybe I'm thinking about it."

"Assuming Zion was a talented person called that hero, would something go wrong?

"If your sister wants to take over this country, it's a big problem."

Then nothing. That's fine, but Meyria shrugs her shoulders.

From her point of view, there seemed to be no resistance to revealing where she was sitting where her sister, Theon, wanted to succeed the Grand Duke or become king.

"After you kill me or my mother, it's hard when they say something like that."

"That's not true. I'm not a kid who talks like that in a joke."

"I know. It's a bad joke."

To Lianya, who said it without setting aside, Meilia laughed and showed it.

"The second one is that questions about your training have actually been raised from within the military."

"Ho?

The end of Lianya's mouth lifts slightly.

That's like, expecting something funny to happen.

Meilia went on, thinking inside out that it was more about the man in front of her than about her sister, right?

"There's a party out there that says," Get results. I wonder if the state is paying a man to train like that.... I don't think there's any way that a dialogue like that would come out of your mouth if you looked at the truth. "

"If you want to tell me, let me tell you."

"Yeah, but the Duchy of Triden is the principality where nobility governs the country. The kingdom can be abandoned to allow me to say how hard it is to continue to ignore the push-ups from a certain number of nobles, no matter how His Majesty the Grand Duke..."

"In the end, what do you want me to do?

To Lianya's inquiry to rush to a conclusion, Meilia said lightly, just saying that the conversation should be quick.

"Please do a mock war with the soldiers our nobles have"

Apart from the National Army, each of the nobles has a soldier under their own command.

This soldier, not to mention the Grand Duke, has no right of command, all under the command of the nobles who control it, and he creates his own military organization.

"You said the training lasted a month, right?

Meilia nods at Lianya's words as she confirms.

"Yeah, I promise, so I'll shut you up for a month and show you."

"Then I'll take it"

He was a relieved Meliá who felt like a load of shoulders had fallen, but his face froze as soon as he heard the next Lotus Ya's words.

Then I want you to allow the soldiers I'm training to train in the woods.

"... I don't think it's a sane suggestion!?

Meyria screams similar to screams.

Those who served her looked at each other as if they had never heard what had happened to Meliá's cry before.