Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Turn your sword tip to an ally soldier and squeeze your jaw.

It was not the voice that spoke, but the intention was clearly conveyed, and the allies clash from the front with the pushing enemies.

Spears cross, swords meet, beatings and kicks fly across.

The sound of the tip tapping the shield, the tall sound of the blade hitting it, and the dull sound and screaming of metal engulfing the meat.

It's the sound of the battlefield I've been used to hearing every day here lately.

"And it looks a lot different"

Enemy soldiers are equipped with unified armor. The Commander Class has decorations on their shoulders and capes.

One ally is dressed like a bandit dressed in bollocks sometimes disguised as a prostitute.

"If you look at this, you know what it's like to set it up in half."

The number of enemies is half of this one, and with that number difference, you must have seen it kick ass.

But that was a mistake.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! This is awesome!"

"You're wearing a clasp inside! I don't give a shit, I don't give a shit, I take control over it! These guys aren't thieves, they're the army!

At the beginning of the clash, there was momentum and the enemy pushed in slightly, but the 400 people here are my own army, which is also full of field-experienced guys, not sloppy enough to lose a little momentum and power.

"Enemy momentum has stopped. Line up your spears and push back."

"Turn left and right for the belly and ass of the enemy"

"It's been a long time since we've won a battlefield in numbers. Take it easy to the point of not dying."

"Wow!

The situation immediately begins to move in favor of the allies.

Naturally. The confusion of the opponent is an absolute condition to crush the enemy with an oligarchy.

The number of bows and heavy equipment is inferior to the enemy because of the disguise, but to that extent it doesn't fill twice the difference in the number of soldiers.

There are exceptions.

Right next door Ceclito says Bosoli. A group of red cloaks laughing high in the back of my brain came out, so I immediately strike it off.

"Looks like we can win normally even as we are, but is there any way the enemy left us?

"There is."

Secrito says without leaving me.

"Not enough soldiers! As it is, it collapses from behind the side!

"You upset your enemies! Aim for the head, look for the enemy commander... that's it."

"Absolutely that one. It'd be weird if it wasn't that one."

An enemy in distress looks at me at the same time.

"Well, did you break it in an instant?"

The biggest way to unlock bitter conditions is to take out the heads of enemies.

That said, it's hard to easily find me in a messy war situation.

"Toddlers will be able to do it, too. There they come."

The enemy rushes towards me without any doubt.

"Let's go, lump of vanity!

A handful of enemy soldiers on horses wave their swords.

"I am the Golden Lager, hero of the Redemption!!

I feel sorry for myself for saying it.

Let the enemy dare wave down the sword and play it outward... in the opposite direction to the enemy's body.

The enemy on the horse then stretches out his arms and has a full view of his defenseless armpit.

I exhale briefly and slash my armpit like a rub.

The tip of the sword went into the side of the enemy, responding to the mutilation of flesh, muscles.

The enemy screams alone on the horse and eventually falls horse to horse with Dosari.

Muscles and blood vessels are gathered underneath the armpits.

Even if it is cut off, you will not die instantly, you will never be able to shake your sword again, and there can be no such thing as getting up and fighting on this occasion.

"This guy in the lookout minute!!

The next enemy comes in. He's a full-plate big man armed with a shield and sword, though on foot.

I don't mean it either.

Take the push of the shield left to momentum with your left arm up.

My legs slipped half a step down the ground, but that stopped the enemy momentum altogether.

"What haven't you..."

See a forward kick in the middle of the torso before the enemy finishes.

An enemy soldier in heavy armor dances through the universe and rolls down the ground.

"What a just..."

Also pack the distance before you finish saying it, and stick your sword in a full plate peephole.

The mass of metal shivered slightly before becoming just a figurine.

"You're wasting too much time."

I pull out my sword.

"So are you. You sparkly bastard."

Looking back, the enemy's tip strikes the same full plate weakness that I targeted earlier.

"I'll be careful next time."

I grab the tip of it with my left hand and pull it all together.

You didn't think they'd grab you, the enemy won't let go of the spear aggressively and you'll be attracted brilliantly.

I just sit back without sticking out the sword in my right hand, making sure that the blade stabs deep into the belly of my lightly dressed enemy, and then twist it down one by one, left and right.

"To keep the knights of war up...... I didn't know an ambush from behind would work either. You're not just a standout!

"Don't let the looking asshole fool you! Quite a user!

I decide my mind all the time.

"I see Master Leopold just told you to obey and you don't seem to be the only one. Bad taste, though."

"Oh, I thought you were just an anomaly when you came here with Kim Pi, but that doesn't seem like something you threw away"

I honestly don't get the compliments of my allies either.

"Wait a minute. I didn't realize it looked unusual, but the way I fought that physique, the difference was what I got..."

They're about to find out it's me.

Is it because you fought like you usually do?

If you find out who you are, it's all over.

We have to change the way we fight here.

"That's all the fun is."

I ignore any suspicious language and observe the next enemy.

Prestige is what makes good things move dull, center of gravity falls apart... recruits or dull incompetent.

I'll throw my sword on the spot.

Surrounding gaze gathers at the anomaly of throwing away gains on the battlefield.

"Yukuzo"

I run on my own towards enemy soldiers.

"Make a fool out of him..."

Enemy soldiers let their anger wield their swords.

I take the sweeping blade with its full power in my palm.

"With bare hands......!?

Power rides the swing from the top, but that's a story after you've gained enough momentum.

That moment that changes from shaking down, to blank moments that do not exert any force on the blade, arises.

This soldier smells dull, so that moment was long enough for me to get in.

If this guy were such a user, he'd pull his sword back in no time.

That way my palms will be torn open and I have the expectation that my hands will leave me in pain.

Well, I won't let you go.

Now, normally I would squeeze my opponent's hand like this, but if I did that, I'd be suspicious.

"I will be the Golden Lager, hero of the Malt Redemption. Burn the heart of my martial arts into your eyes. All right. It is called to heaven by malt fisting, but it is inevitable"

I twist my body at the same time as I release my enemies' hands.

"The Redemption Lager Lariat!

And tap the momentum Lariat under his chin.

The enemy flipped and fell in between.

"Ha!?

Running toward further enemies.

"Shit, they're coming! Himself or fist, be defensive..."

Neither.

I leap on the aid and kick the other guy in the face with my aligned feet.

"Guh!!

You didn't expect a double-legged kick from the leap, the enemy missed defense and went in perfectly.

No matter what you think, it's an uncomfortable move on the battlefield, but nevertheless the kicked enemy with all his weight on it flies softly like a forehead, rolling down the ground dozens of times and stopping moving.

"This is one of the three great malt depths. Mort lager kick!!

The pitch of the voice is braced because it goes up and down and the way it talks is also done appropriately.

But this is fine.

Normally I would never slap an enemy in front of me like this for nothing, and most importantly, no one would think of such an unstable guy as me.

"Forget what I just said. The lord is Shura on the battlefield... not that one."

"The kingdom of malts had its depth, didn't it? Oh, yeah, that's okay. You look strong."

The suspicion cleared. After that, I can stand the gaze of shame.

As you can see, Secrito, who was fighting next door until earlier, is retreating as he defends himself against his miscellaneous opponents.

Now they erupted in a grand way, and they got that gap.

All in all, during the farce now, the allies push out even more and you can say that you have decided to win or lose.

Little shadows in black robes line up next to each other.

The beautiful blonde peeking through the hem of the robe is Brunhilde.

"Oh, here you are. Thankful."

I smile nicely, even though I know I can't see under my armor.

But what returned was a cold, faceless look.

"... anything to say to the concubine?

"Uhm, 'cause you're in battle..."

I don't think that's exactly what we're talking about belabelling in battle.

"I don't mind. Don't worry about gaps when you have a concubine."

Brunhilde comes with a glimmer of anticipation.

Then don't hesitate.

"I'm talking about that forest... the... she's fine..."

Brunhilde's eyes lifted up kickingly, one cheek lifted and a sharp fang peeked.

I took it off.

There comes one lucky or unlucky enemy soldier who slips through his allies.

"I got you, Golden! Clowns like you die here...... is that it? No sensation of the body......?

That would be so.

I didn't get my hands and feet slashed off.

He pulled his head out of his spine. He continues to hang out and raise his voice of perplexity as he drifts through all the difficult things to describe.

Needless to say, the bad guy is Brunhilde. There is no one else who can imitate this except her.

She stares at me as she taps her shoulder with her completely separated head and spine.

"Never! What the hell!! I don't know."

And he swells his cheeks into the bread and leaves somewhere.

Either way, this place won.

Thoroughly apologize even at night, glorify beauty, and even tell us sweetly.

"I give you Seung-Joon - I give you Seung-Joon!!

"The character is already broken. And stop backing up, I'm scared."

I don't seem to have the talent for theatre.

We broke our enemies at the border, and then we marched on.

Even the battle ahead didn't annihilate the enemy, so there should be information, but there was no new arrival, whether they thought it was good to ignore 400 people or the Vandreas couldn't afford the enemy by fighting better than expected.

And now we were stopping by a village.

There's no better reason to take a heavy squad lined up with carriages than to disguise it as a prostitute, and I wanted to sleep in a place with a roof in a proper village with water and easy food supplies, even in the sense of preparing for enemy ambushes.

And he wanted us to work with him.

This is a disguised soldier, but there are only 400 of them, and there are only a few things you can do.

With the help of the Maltese people, there are a variety of measures that can be taken even if they do not participate directly in the fight.

We call ourselves Mort Prostitutes, and in reality we are also engaged with the Southern Eugrian Army.

Or I thought you might accept it in two replies.

"I refuse."

"Mmm."

The village chief refused me with all due respect.

"Don't get me wrong, everyone in the village was thrilled to hear about you at the early horses yesterday. I'm never offended."

So Secrito, with his whole body covered with armor, steps out with Don before the village chief.

"Then why can't you cooperate? Did Southern Euglia shave you with sweet candy?

The village chief shook his head in tears at the power of Secrito.

"We have to live here! There are only wheat fields here… we can all live by plowing them! Now is the time to harvest… whether the field burns or the harvester falls!

I want to praise you for your good work while Sekrito stares at me.

He looks like a bored, bearded, middle-aged farmer when he says he's a village chief.

It doesn't even look like I can make a thoughtful decision without being brave.

Those who look worried and peer through the window look the same.

"If you want supplies or a place to rest, we'll leave more, so be my guest. Just... please forgive me for ravaging the field"

They didn't get into southern Euglia, nor do they hate the Kingdom of Malt.

I just want to plow the fields and live. I don't like the war, and I don't want to be caught up in it for any reason.

That's it when it comes to having no guts, but there's this way of life.

It wouldn't help to force you to take him.

"Would you say you don't want to engage with a suspicious group like yourselves..."

"What!? What's suspicious about us?

I hear hissohisso stories from outside the window saying, "All," "I've never heard of the Mort Salvation Army, etc.," "The shiny captain is especially," "The soldiers also told me that their behavior was unstable," etc.

"Whatever it is, I'll have a night's worth of water and food. I'm not going to do you any harm, but if you're worried, you can hide it in the woods nearby just for your young daughter."

I get up when I talk any more persistently and it's a waste of time.

But there came a small, intense mass of presence that was only about my stomach, and then even the lights were on. The moment she takes the hood, the village chief flips over and those who were peering through the window slip off.

"" "Sire Celestina!!?

"Ugh."

Celestina looks sorry, no. After leaning over sorry, she slowly gives her face and forcibly smiles.

Then close your eyes once and then slowly open your mouth.

What I'm trying to spin is a word of apology for not being able to protect the country, or a request to push and cooperate. Either way, he was a face ready to refuse to curse.

But her words were never spinned.

"" "Wow!

The door falls inward and breaks with the weight of the person whose window frame pushes over.

Crowds around Celestina as the villagers who jumped in crawl.

I put my hand on the sword to protect her, but I can pull in if I don't need to look at the villagers' faces.

"Your Majesty - Oh, I didn't know Your Majesty would be back!

"I can't believe I saw His Majesty at such a distance! Wouldn't my eyes be crushed!

"Eh, get out of the way! At first sight for me and for me!!

While the villagers flock to Celestina as if they were zombies, they keep a minimum distance to never harm her.

Ready to be cursed, Celestina smiles at the villagers, bewildered by the unexpected positive reaction.

Then the cheeks of all the villagers loosened sloppily, and a few of them, who were close in distance, were impressed or foamed and fell.

"Uh, are you okay? Are you hurt?

Next, Celestina tries to pull it off by taking the hand of the village chief who fell behind the surprise.

She won't be able to wake up a fallen man with a powerless girlfriend, but the village chief gets up with tremendous momentum as if he was even in a spring.

And I take a polite courtesy like a court nobleman to Celestina, who whines it was good, and then I look back.

Lord Golden Lager.

He was like a fierce knight from a farmer with a tired face.

For some reason, the beardless beard that grew unconstructively until earlier has become a beautiful Kaisel beard.

"We, the people of Malt, were convinced that now was the time to rise."

"Ooh."

Your voice is changing.

"His Majesty Celestina, who is to be revered here now, is here to serve us with all his loyalty. How powerful the enemy must be to fear, huh?

"If not, I've never done it before."

The village chief offers his hand softly, and in response, several villagers rise.

"Let the nearby villages know too. All men gather with Lord Golden Lager... above all under our Celestina."

"That's... above all"

The dialogue is good, but I'm starting to wonder if it works the other way around.

"Your Majesty, if it suits you, could you hear only one wish of your humble subjects?

"Tell me everything."

Celestina is nervous about what's coming.

The village chief pulls a fine cape out of the back of the cupboard.

It's a house that never looks rich. I guess I'll just wear it at the ceremony.

"Can I have a word sign on this? I don't care what the wording is. Whether it's a 'vile pig' or a 'breath stinks' or whatever!!

I got up and left the house behind.

A few hours later, while the soldiers were asleep, I was drinking water at the well.

Because I sweat because I can't take off my armor when I go to bed if I can't get my identity off.

"Can't your brother sleep either?

If you look, Celestina is sitting by the well by herself.

Monica is not here. Maybe he's asleep.

"Celestina, too. I can't help it."

She must have never been through a night camp without a tent or anything.

"Yeah. That's okay."

Celestina hugs me when I say that.

The armor makes a knockout noise and the plush seems to be coming over the armor.

"Everyone admired my concubine. Even if a concubine says she can't raise anything, it's enough to look at her face. 'Cause standing up for a concubine doesn't care about her life or her harvest."

I only take off my armored cage hand and shake my little hand.

You want to take off your helmet, but you don't know how to take it off.

"Even though I can't do anything. It's all a failure. They admire me no matter what I do. It delights me. That's... hard."

I stroke Celestina's head out crying.

"If you get angry with me, at least complain... everyone's happy face, I'm afraid it'll collapse"

I'm more afraid of disappointment than cursing.

If he is powerless, he will be forced to betray his unlimited trust as well.

Well, someone smacked Celestina in the head thinking about how to comfort her.

"Ugh!?

Celestina looks back as she hits her head on my armor with momentum.

It was Secrito who only took off his helmet.

She pokes Celestina again before I blame her.

"What's bothering the little one a clock ago"

Celestina, who is just fine with this saying, is also angry and inflates her cheeks.

"The concubine was serious!! Even though the concubine is the king, we all expect it."

"Whose expectations can you live up to when you're a little incompetent? Dumb."

This is terrible.

Celestia turns bright red with anger.

Secrito says looking at it and laughing niggardly in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"You are no more suitable for the king."

"Huh?"

A dumb voice leaks from her pretty mouth into words that completely contradict a word ago.

That's really cute. I'm not a village chief, but my chest is pounding.

"But my concubine is stupid and weak..."

"That's why"

Secrito plays with his fingers forcefully, pretending to stroke Celestina's head, and sits beside me with her stuffy.

"It is only natural for the wise to be glorified and the strong to be relied upon. The incompetent people always seek refuge in the strong"

But Secrito continues his words.

"You are stupid and weak. So, though unconditionally admired. This is a rare talent that cannot be compared to an elephant sage, a hero, etc."

Celestina has also forgotten to hold her bright red forehead.

"King Xian loses faith too if his wisdom is clouded. King Wu is that far if he loses the battle. But you're not. You are born a king admired by the people unconditionally. How many kings and others in history gather the people's faith without backing up their power?"

Secrito stands up when he plugs the nearly eaten dried meat into the gap in my armor.

"But the concubine has lost her country many times..."

"I guess I'll be back every time. Just think a little bit. What would have happened if a king with only a few shards of martial arts had been relative to southern Euglia? Historically, they burned the entire territory and then surrendered."

Definitely. Even Goldonia is an opponent who can force a great struggle.

Malt's power means nothing even if the king has some wisdom or martial arts.

"But that's a theory of results..."

"That's the result. You think the Kingslayer wants a process? 'As it turns out' the malt wasn't burned by the war because you were a chick and incompetent, and now this is how you get a chance to reclaim it. What more could there be?"

Confirming Celestina stopped saying anything, Secrito laughs with his nose and leaves.

"Sister..."

I squeal unexpectedly. Secrito's leg stops.

"Ah, sister!

Celestina speaks up.

"Who's a little sister like you!

When I sheltered Celestina, Secrito kicked one pebble and left in a bad way.

Then Celestina, who said she was going back, wasn't crying anymore.

Instead, I saw one in my eyes, something like I was ready.

"Oh Brunhilde, what's up?

"Nothing! I didn't just think you'd been called! I'm going to bed!!

Will a vampire sleep at night?

Let's apologize for the opportunity.

I can't even resist putting my head on the ground if I'm a beautiful opponent like Brunhilde.

Biard is right there.

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 25, autumn.

Status Legend of the Border of the Kingdom of Goldonia Mount Big Lords and Eastern Great Lords Friends of Dwarves Friends of King Ares Heroes of Dragon Killing

Elf's Intermediary Sex King in White Capital Mad God State (Golden Lager, Hero of the Redemption)

[]/(n) companion/

Secrito (sister) Brunhilde (misheard) Christoph (fainting) GUIG (nursing)

Celestina (Unconditional King) Monica (Sleeping) Busco (Insurance)

Eastern

Friendly Army Force Malt Prostitute Army (False) 400 ⇒ 380

Vandrea Prostitute 5000 ⇒ 4850 (Protracted War)

Enemy force malt garrison unknown

Property Gold Coin-68000

799 Experienced

70 children made to give birth +567

Location Near Biard