Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"Well, let me explain."

Tristan, seated next to my left, looks uncomfortable in the sight of Eirich and all the staff.

"I don't know what to explain from... First I have something that translates the contents of this book. I thought about the missing pages from this book and all the other testimonies. The details are in this book, so read the whole book first... Guh."

When Tristan puts a bunch of paper on his desk, Eirich and his staff's gaze gets tight.

I push Tristan's back gooey.

Tristan wants to explain it on top of his love of research.

But we don't want to know more about the historical context of an unknown weapon.

What we need is the identity of that weapon, or more importantly, countermeasures.

"Tell Irigina the details later. What the fuck is that? How can we fight this? That's what I'm gonna say first."

If you look, Celia was hitchhiking me too and pushing Tristan's belly, so I take her hand and make her stop.

"Ah."

Celia blushing.

"Why does that happen... Gohon. Um, I don't think I understand 10% of the whole thing without this explanation..."

I don't even care who I am if I polarize.

I don't know how I can blow an array off, if only I knew that.

"Because this is what military people are at all... well fine. In conclusion, I don't know how to stop you."

The staff members simultaneously raise their voices of disappointment and stare at me with tongues such as Eirich.

"Hey."

"Success or failure."

Me and Celia work together to dodge Tristan's flank.

"Gu, gu, don't hurt me! He's even got guts! Because there's more!

I had no choice but to pull my hand in and gently wrap Celia's hand around it to make it stop.

"Ahhh..."

Celia blushing again.

"So you said it wouldn't start unless you at least explained it. First of all, I know what you are, but Uncle Borderline picked this up as a clue... I checked the burning cusp of the fireball. So, as a result, this was a misrill"

Tristan put the stringy charcoal I gave him on his desk.

"Mithrill? I call it that legendary metal..."

"No way... that charcoal wipe? Ariem."

The people on the floor raise their doubts one after the other, and I twist my neck just as well.

Speaking of Mithrills, it's my dual crater, but compared to this charcoal extinguishing...... no, I can't compare it anymore because of the weirdness in it either.

"Of course it's not pure misrills. Other materials are made of a mixture of bronze and tin that I didn't know what to do until the end. So the first conclusion is that this is not a weapon in our world. I don't think we can build it in southern Euglia, or in the Federation or the Empire."

Tristan gets up and continues his explanation as he walks around to the right and to the left as he does when he explains something to me.

"Mithril is a legendary metal, as someone just said. I don't know if it's gonna be swords or armor. But it's not possible to dispose of it with a projectile weapon. It's like throwing gold on a catapult. This is my idea, but I hear that Mithril interferes with magic, so I'm pretty sure that weapon is something magical."

In the end, Tristan started explaining at his usual rate.

There are severe difficulties with the tone, but Eirich and the others are listening, so it is good.

"What do you mean it's not a weapon in our world? I'm here now, and you're standing in my army, right?

The unknown staff member is right.

"Yes, that's why I first checked where he came from. Bring me the book. And you too."

Tristan invites you to stay standing.

I usually almost stick him down, but Eirich and everyone else see this one just as soon as possible.

"Celia, take it with you"

Celia stands up to jump as she mumbles, holding the book and passing it to Tristan.

"This is a barbarian inheritance. This is an ancient war book, haha, they say two hundred men led by heroes who had five million armies lined up in the mountains. I wonder what happened to the five million barracks in the mountains, that's fine. Next up is country superstition... then this one... religious delusion. Shit. This is an autobiography of Yotai tales of self-proclaimed adventurers and drunken streamers. It took me a year to climb the mountains, and somehow a week later, I was chasing the treasures of the bandits, but I wondered if they'd slipped down."

Eirich is getting annoyed because he's been out of line for a long time. Go back now.

"Well, I gathered this kind of nasty information... and I found it at the end."

Tristan spreads the flying old, moldy scroll that Celia picked and finally had on her desk.

Everyone gets on with it, including me.

"Ancient [Jillville] mechanical civilization? A rower's needless ship, powered by steam and gear, runs the river, a man and an indistinguishable mechanical doll walk through the city, using the power of magic and lightning, the city shines like midday even at night - an asshole?"

If you want to hear such a euphemism, you can buy enough booze to blow the liquor in the tavern.

Even Rafen's tavern told me a strange man was taken away by a flying circular light emitter and messed with his body.

I remember it well because the next day there was a strange incident in a nearby farm where cattle were pulled out of their organs without trauma.

I lose interest and get ready to give Celia a GO signature.

Celia's ready to kick Tristan's ass too.

"Ma, if you think about it normally, you do. Without this."

Tristan rolls the scroll to show the rest.

There was an illustration there that could never be said to be good.

A martial bone positive hexahedron like a cut out stone.

The light that popped up was blowing people off the ground.

A smaller rectangle was drawn next door, from which countless small objects were popping up, turning the ground into a sea of fire.

There is noise with Gachan and cups and maps on the table fly to the floor.

Eirih ran away with his hands.

"What else do you know about this Jillville thing?

"Not too many of them. There's a place name on the scroll, but in light of the current map, there's not a single one of the same. Even though this scroll is about four hundred years old, it's said to be ancient civilization there, so if you do it badly, it's a thousand years old story. It's no surprise that the country name and place name have changed completely."

Eirich slaps his desk abominably.

It doesn't feel as if it was frightening as it was earlier, it looks remorseful.

But I know how to talk to Tristan.

As a result, unlike Leopold, who concludes, Tristan has similarities with Adolf and a long explanation.

"So there's something you know for yourself. Just say it."

Tristan opens a brand new book with a bold scratch on his head, perhaps something he himself would have written recently.

"Everything I know is now. I couldn't find any more material. So from here on out, it's my reasoning."

Tristan picks up the map that Eirich blew up and puts it on his desk.

"River usage, and war description opponents and routes of march… Taken together, it is presumed that there was a Jillville -"

Write a circle around the map with a pen.

It was the domain of a group of urban states.

"I don't think there were any steep mountains from the depiction of the mine terrain. And because it says," Bridged the valley. "

Tristan writes another small circle inside the written circle.

The place is...

"Luratapolis...... Gulzylpolis - Meldrapolis"

"" "Meldra!!

All voices aligned.

I didn't even have to think about it at the earliest.

"I don't know the weakness of this weapon. Somehow this is the first time in my life that I've known about this weapon, and I'm sure there's no one in the plains who knows more about it. Unless it's a hundred years old ghost."

A beautiful woman floated but weighed herself down.

"But there's got to be some clue where this happened. Because those numbers, they couldn't have been buried in the field, and they probably found a ruin or something. It's more unnatural to think that only weapons were left unmade."

I get up.

"Let's go, Meldra."

But Eirich is grabbing his forehead and raising his distressed voice.

I don't think I have anything to worry about.

"It's not that easy. Meldra's already in the rear. If we're going to make it now, we can't even take it as a defeat."

I wonder what they say because they took it.

It's just a matter of winning one last time.

"Although the backcutter will have just come out recently. If they see we've been turned upside down, we might get out again.... and His Majesty."

The last part squeals nearby so I can hear it alone.

Celia was listening nearby with her ears up to the limit, but there was a problem.

"Don't say no because I don't remember His Majesty well enough. I'm sorry to say this, but Tristan and I are outnumbered, and it's impossible to speak at a military conference. I can't explain how the whole army will change its policy in that person's opinion. Your Majesty's suspicions could turn around and you could get in here."

That's a lot of trouble.

"Then let's say it's my opinion..."

I meant to be quite active in the bend.

I don't think it's as strange as being told because you asked my opinion.

"Still good, but His Majesty will ask you for details? Try explaining your men again from the beginning. We're gonna make a big deal out of this."

"I'll stop"

Eirich sighs.

"Your men's research is brilliant, but we can't even be sure in the first place. Don't let Meldra sneak a spy too late."

Eirich turns back to Tristan.

"There are clues in Meldra to defeat those. Are you sure about that?

"I guess it's more likely. The reason is when that weapon went to war. Such a powerful weapon, if you had it from the beginning, there was nothing we could do about it if you had used it from the first war. If so, it was either recently dug out, or I didn't know how to use it even if I was digging it out, and I'm finally using it while reading the instructions. I can't imagine throwing that instruction away easily."

Eirich reckons.

I'll cover Tristan, too.

"There is no certainty on the battlefield. Likely, if so, they will."

The staff didn't say anything, only talk to Gayagaya, don't get a little worried.

"Ok...... but I can't transfer the whole army. It may be taken as a defeat, and it causes undesirable reactions"

"But if you can't tear that weapon down, I don't care which way you stick around here -"

My protest was blocked by Eirich.

"Therefore, the entire army orders Hardlett Border Uncle to lead a separate team to attack Meldra while he is here!

Whoa, my voice goes up.

Wait. It would be my gesture to say leave the whole army behind.

"You don't have to worry. You have good men. There will be no problem with command."

"... no, that's not all, but if I don't have the gesture, I'm going into Meldra alone."

Is it a distant Solemn Qing? No, we haven't even gone far.

That's when Celia suddenly hooked up! and start intimidating the hair upside down.

I put it down for a moment and a sticky hand was placed on my shoulder.

"My friend, don't worry! We're here!!

Phew, I feel scared with a hot, big nose on my nose.

I didn't even have to look back.

Eirich nods contentedly.

"Um, on the main front we push in, and it's time for His Majesty the Guildless to think about retreating. Meldra is not the main enemy, but she may get her back slammed. Then ask Meldra for the last knife to return it. Hardlet is here to help! - I decided to report to Your Majesty."

Finally, Eirich tells him to whine.

"We don't have much to do with Meldra! It's not enough to take. It's a rebellion, but if they put up a war, I'll answer it to the end, but it's the way to go!! Wouldn't you!?

"" "Ranri!! To Zameldra!!

I can hear Ares soldiers screaming from the outside.

The military debate is supposed to be confidential, but the guildless voice is too big to hear the whole thing.

I mean, do I have to leave the main unit and be surrounded by Ares soldiers on an expedition?

"I'd still rather be alone in this..."

The guildless come shoulder to shoulder disappointingly before I finish saying it.

"I would love to fight alone. That's true Han!! But Meldra is a big polis, albeit weak. It's a little heavy to try alone."

I really don't even listen to people like this at all.

"But if you want to join us, don't worry about anything! I told you what a new weapon looks like, but what do you fear the weak will use! Ares' men will protect you! I surround you! Wouldn't you!?

"" "Ranri!! No enemies in true Han!!

The reply comes back out loud again.

says Eirich, laughing lightly.

"You look familiar to them, but it's just hard to do it alone. No soldier leader class, but I'll let anyone else accompany me if they want. Take your men as far as the command of the squad is concerned."

"Not familiar at all"

In the meantime, I'll just protest the absolutely unconvincing part.

Let's not hesitate to ask to take him...

"I'm coming with you! It looks very stinky though. As it is, Master Agil!

Celia gives her face twice and three times in the mood.

"I've been unconsciously saying 'no' lately, and this morning my sleeping face looks like that guy... bump"

I dare to listen. No, I decide I didn't.

"No, go to Meldra!!

"" "Whoa! To Meldra!! To the battlefield!!

So don't scream. You'll hear it all the way out there!

I thought the Southern Eugenian spies were brilliant, so I thought it might be false information because they were screaming for a destination at a volume that rang from the military floor to the outside.

I have to go with it.

What a weird feeling.

Something bad doesn't simply happen. What a strange feeling.

- Night.

We stopped pushing the guildless to go, and we managed to tell them that we were leaving the next morning.

I had not decided on an ally to accompany me, nor was I at all ready for water and food in the first place.

Pointing out the lack of preparation, both of Ares' assholes took a peek in the water bottle, the dried meat and finally his pants and said it was all there, so he stuck it down and made them listen.

I finally collapsed disappointed on the spot when I told my satisfied Tristan to be ready after a job.

You should be sleeping with your pillow wet with irigina surveillance so you don't run away now.

"After that, it's gonna be okay."

It's a lot of sudden decisions, but it's all necessary too.

I don't know what's coming out of it, but it's another fight.

"Well."

I'll light the candlestick at my desk and get a letter and a pen.

I was going to write a letter to Nonna.

I'm vacating my house all the time in a prolonged battle.

Without a single sentence, they capture their affection.

Nonna in particular is most sensitive to such things.

Talk about Sarasara and recent developments, about Yarkov getting kicked by Celia, about Iridina putting weird mushrooms in a pot in Leoporto's story about pissing off other officers, about Celia and all twenty soldiers down, about the beauty we saw in the city - no, this is not good. What am I writing - let's turn it off with a double line. Choose a delightful story and write it down.

Write down the injury to the giddo to the extent that it flushes sarally.

I don't write in more detail than the letter I sent to his wife.

"Hmm. Something like this."

I stop the pen whilst I speak to myself and gently leave the empty glass in the middle of my desk on a heavy stone.

And I moved my gaze into the window...... I jumped.

Open the window with your left hand and stick your right hand out at the same time.

There was no mistake in the signs I felt outside the window, and my right hand grabbed some neck muscle.

"Who is it?"

Hit him on the floor with his neck grabbed and then ask.

"Kahu! I'll see you first. It is in His Majesty's Messenger Wilhelmina."

When I heard her voice I knew she was a woman and decided to stop crushing her neck and breaking it.

"What about the lookout you were outside?

I should have stood there for about two people at once.

"I didn't think I could let you through by name, so I fell asleep."

Peeping through the window, one of them is plunging into the ground to lie down and the other is falling in with a cloth wrapped around his face.

He doesn't seem to be dead because he's groaning.

There's nothing more to talk about.

If you're a messenger to Gordonia, I don't remember you sending a messenger to me personally.

"That depends on what you're talking about."

"No, you don't. If you haven't killed a soldier because you're a woman, I'll miss you. Just go home."

I do the trick of getting rid of it with my hands.

"Just talking. It's a deposit."

The messenger suddenly began to take off his clothes.

The woman, who happened to be naked, leaned back on the bed and slowly opened her legs wide towards this one.

Beautiful, large breasts, white thighs, and neat pubic hair and a beautiful yet slightly meaty secret.

The flames of the candlestick swaying in the wind were making the woman's limbs look more glossy.

"Just ask."

"Yes."

I took off my clothes and jumped into bed.