Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Five days had passed since that nightmare night.

Jürgen Bauer can be kept silent in the government building of the occupied city, its office. That in itself is a sight that has not been uncommon since the invasion of the State of Vordan, but there have been several interesting parts.

First and foremost, his body was scratched.

Vampires emerged from behind the Zanktogaren army in the Battle of Kravikür. Bauer, who was badly injured in an attack by that monstrosity-led army, has, oddly enough, retained his life. Nevertheless, it was in the midst of all that mayhem. The clerics of the service, who would otherwise be handled by the magic of healing, had been killed preferentially as natural enemies of the undead. So it wasn't the clergyman who hit his treatment, it was the magician. Unlike that of a cleric who is said to be both the same healing and a secret, it is a rough thing that forcefully reshapes the shape of the body into intact it. It was the chest wound that blocked me because of it, but the scar still complains of pain. If we were to cure this, we would need a prestigious professor at the academy and surgery to do it.

Secondly, Bauer's blood color isn't bad while he's wonderfully wounded all that much. This is because the nutritional status of the army has improved. Neither supplies arrived, nor did they succeed in the new looting. Because the army was beaten down to less than half and the food support was reduced, and more food was allocated to one head for that matter. The problem that has plagued this Expeditionary Army for so long has been ironically mitigated by its great defeat.

And finally...... his expression is fixed with deep agony like a mask.

"What can I do..."

Only my lips moved like another creature - but dying - and I vomited bitterness.

The current total strength of the army is approximately sixteen thousand. This is still more than double the strength that the Kingdom of Arquel leaves in Vordan. The amateur would even come up with optimistic thoughts.

What, this one's been hit down, but it's the same one that's worn out over there. I've already experienced their tactics, so you should bump into them again after taking action. That would win this time...... and so on.

But that's not why.

For the military, the number of soldiers is something that can never be received on par. Soldiers are not countless individuals, but like the gears that make up the army one by one. Reduced from forty thousand to sixteen thousand, the Zanktogaren army is equal to a nearly broken machine, missing as many as twenty-four thousand parts. There is no way that such a thing could move satisfactorily.

Then we should restructure the army so that we can move with 16,000 men, it would also seem. But the task of restructuring is not as easy as saying it by mouth.

Troops that have been killed or seriously wounded and have broken a constant will naturally be replenished with new soldiers. It may be easy to understand when it comes to new arrivals and new arrivals in the workplace. What will it take to ensure that these newly joined soldiers can move satisfactorily in the squad? Taking over from predecessors - the dead and semi-dead - and improving face-to-face and willingness communication between the crew and the same newcomers who were there from the beginning, confirming and collaborating with the movement by actually conducting training, Etosetra Etosetra. There are many things that need to be done, and none of them can be ignored.

To rebuild a once collapsed army, you have to do enormous and tedious work.

… until the defeated and depressed generals are even worse.

Regardless, these tasks are being performed on a steep pitch. If we do not do so, we will not be able to escape beyond the mountains and back to our country, instead of fighting the kingdom of Arquel again.

But it's almost a week from now. Nevertheless, it is an astonishing number on this continent, but the reality is that it is only about dressing up the army with an outward look at sophistication and morale. It's not a sane shack to go to war with something like that army.

This would still be about as possible to sweep an inferior number of Voldan enemy forces. It is the same on the Arquel side that restructuring is needed. Then Zanktogaren, who goes up in practice from the beginning, finishes quicker. If we attack again that way, there is no chance that western Voldan can also be controlled.

But the main unit of the kingdom of Arquel that comes after that had no chance of winning any more. In the present situation, which has suffered far more than acceptable damage, the number of heads is too small to say how much food has come to pass. And we don't have time. The western invasion was thwarted in the Battle of Kravikühl, the wings that took time to rebuild their armies from the defeat. The schedule is slipping dramatically. If we did poorly with this, there could have been instances of enemy reinforcements coming again during the invasion. I finally dropped the west before I came to help, and now I don't have time to put the soldiers to rest. When it comes to cage castle fights, where you are exhausted over widows, you are not bound to win.

I mean, no wins. The strategic policy of the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren had completely collapsed a month after the war began.

"What can I do..."

The same whine leaked again.

Whatever we can do, we've decided what we need to do here. There is no better way to restructure quickly than to withdraw beyond the mountains. If you can't win anymore, you'll have to run. No more battles are nameless marshals who just casually damage soldiers. Such a thing is only the will of the individual Bauer in question. That was well known to the person.

But the problem is the will.

What happens if we retreat while we suffer a great defeat here? Without falling into a state of Voldan, he flees with congratulations, losing a soldier made up of twenty-four thousand. If you do that, Jürgen Bauer and the Kingdom of the Bahamas are federal laughers. I am good. But my hometown is poisoned by the Great King's family and other territorial states, and I don't know what Bauer's family, from civilians and lacking a back shield, will be seen.

In order to avoid it, it was necessary to cite gorgeous results, even if they were willful. It's good for once. I don't mind throwing my life and that of all army generals. The whole war needed a face-to-face effect in order to end in defeat. The boulder is the essence of the Bahamas, the Land of Zanktogaren. It's about showing off the battle just to get that kind of praise from the whole territory.

Most of all, they were not cited for such martial arts. Even a fully fledged army is difficult. When it comes to doing it with defeated soldiers full of joints, this is near impossible beyond the hardest. Neither did he tend to dream enough to think innocently that he could.

Even if I say so and run away now... no, no, no. Rather than attaching the soldiers to a reckless operation...

Thoughts get grand and I can't give answers. That's why I'm roaring feathers about what to do, etc. But you can't keep worrying about it forever. Once the restructuring of the soldiers is complete, we have no choice but to act.

Proceed or retreat. There can be no suspension or stagnation. If you do that and empty your time, your enemy team will rush to reinforcements.

Bauer continued to suffer before either of them could be chosen.

but that time also ends today.

"Oh, my God! General Bauer!

One of my men jumped into the room after changing his blood phase.

Bauer makes his eyebrows even more rugged when his wrinkles are all over him. The commander-in-chief of the army, it is a noise that does not seem like an attitude to visit its chambers.

"You're in a hurry... and what about the guards?"

"Not quite! Oh, oh, the Arquelle army... the Arquelle army!

He's completely out of his mind, and he's got no guidelines for reporting until he blocks Bauer's reprimand. However, it is certain that the content is not good news, as it flexes the eyebrows and fades the complexion.

- What's the matter with the Arquelle army?

When I ask him back, his men repeat their breath two or three times before finally throwing up words that make sense.

Although it is undeniable that it was too late.

"It's an Arquel army raid! We're launching an attack on this town!

"Hey...?

I couldn't believe it. Whether the strength of the kingdom of Arquel, which currently exists in the state, amounts to six thousand even if many estimates are made. This one is more than double the number of people and is caged in the base. This town surpasses the city, albeit small, by force differential. Why are you attacking me here?

On the other hand, the Al-Qaeda side needs to restructure its soldiers. We have lost nearly two-thirds of our soldiers from tens of thousands. The main enemy soldier in Omake is a peasant who just requisitioned. Not long after all those harsh encounters, the recruits without a busy degree of training march to eastern Voldan to attack the castle and so on.

Then the enemy troops that are attacking,

"The main unit that came, huh? No, but..."

I feel different about that, too. If we are to gather troops in the Wang capital, organize them, and then advance towards the state of Vordan, it will take us as early as next week to calculate. After all, there is no way to reach East Voldan, which is off the main street at this time.

In addition, if the reinforcements are so close, there is no reason for the enemy lords to appear in the Kravikür basin. Even if you don't bother to strike out, you can work with the Allied Squad while caging in the state capital and pinching the Zanktogaren army from within and outside. That's more solid.

There is no chance of this. So, where did you get the soldiers out to attack this place?

"... don't you have time to think? Command the interception..."

"No way! Enemy troops have already entered the castle! We have been ambushed and our chain of command is dimensioned!

Desperate reports still persisted.

What the hell is that? Just five days after his defeat at Kravikür. No matter how exhausted and beaten we are, we are the Zanktogaren army. There should also be a guard net. Enemy marches, not to mention intrusions into the city, would not be so easily overlooked.

I don't know why.

"What do you mean!? What are you looking for?"

"Not if you're meditating on that! General, we need to get out of here!

"- Uhm..."

My men reprimand me and I recover from my own loss. It certainly doesn't start when you say yes. First we need to get out of the whirlpool of enemy raids and get our attitude in order.

Bauer leaves the room with the help of his men while still struggling with the pain of remaining war wounds.

"Become!?

But they were forced to stop as soon as they got out of the room. A musty smell of blood that can stand in the hallway. The stench of scattered guts. Dye the floor through the ceiling, red, red, red. The enemy had already cut in.

And in the tragic sight was the figure of him who made it seem as though he deserved it.

"Confirm who is presumed to be the enemy commander. We'll move on to securing it."

A warrior-like being who covers his entire body with a full plate and erects a great sword. The flat voice color is so mechanical and inhuman that even looking at a slightly exposed face can be illusioned as to whether it is a golem or something. And the movement was more precise and faster than the machine.

"Run away, cabinet -"

A subordinate who thrust Bauer is severed straight into two, joining the countless avant-garde arts that roll down the hallway. Left alone and forced to confront his enemies, the general whipped his wounded, powerless body and pulled the sabel out of his waist.

"... of Zanktogaren, no, don't lick the Baharian General!

His brains alone did not make him a general of the forest and the land of the sperm, Zanktogaren. The arm of the sword is so well developed that it cannot be accompanied by a fellow soldier. The punch released penetrates the joints of the enemy's armor, the joints under his armpits, as sucked in, up to the heart ahead.

Response, yes. The enemy soldier-like presence of his men fell straight into the floor and died instantly when he made a noise and sprayed blood bubbles from his mouth. On the sword arm of Jürgen Bauer, still undamaged. But yes, it's not something you can do more than once. The flash just now opens the wound I suffered the other day, and I feel blood seep out when I twitch.

"Gu, gu...! We need to get out of here and rendezvous with the army."

Put a drink in your worn out body and confused spirit and proceed to crawl. Along the way, I come across a bloodbath of friends slaughtered and killed by enemy soldiers, but I didn't mind getting wet. Quick, we have to rendezvous with our allies quickly. According to reports from dead men, the chain of command is dimensioned by enemy attacks. If we clean up this mess, there won't be a single pile of troops being restructured. Now is my righteous place, I crawl and move wet in the blood of myself and my allies.

That's how I showed up before him.

"Confirm who is presumed to be the enemy commander. We'll move on to securing it."

"Attention. Confirm the body that appears to be S-51. Correct target threat upwards."

"Copy the recommendations. Fix the top priority from securing target to disabling."

Three enemies were just slaughtered. No, we didn't. Three new players appeared, dressed the same as the enemy they slaughtered, doing the same thing.

(WHAT... WHAT THEY ARE!?

Same armor. Same helmet. Same sword. Same flat tone. It's like a soldier-like existence from what to how far ahead. It's like triplets, no. Four kids if you go with the first one. But if you look closely, your back length, face, voice, etc. is like someone else. Even so, the outfit that covers the upper surface and, above all, its words and actions look just like those that cause eyesight. I felt like I was lost in a nightmare, coupled with the blood-stained landscape.

The nightmare dweller leans over to Bauer with a mass of reality.

"Who are you..."

Whose voice, mechanical audio still answers.

"We are the Army of Arquel. I'll take care of you."

"Understand that resistance is meaningless."

"On the contrary, there is a risk of causing unnecessary damage to your body, mind and life in order to suppress it."

Say, three enemies without alarm to erect a great sword. There is no way out. I don't have the earliest power to resist either. Even the mountain had been exceeded by an indomitable will, the general felt he had heard the sound of the pillars supporting himself breaking.

Finally, leak a losing squeal.

"This is such a ridiculous war!

That's how he rams on the floor like a doll with a broken thread. In distant consciousness, he heard the rubbing sound of armor and remembered the feeling of his hand admonishing himself.

"Reported from Platoon IV. Control of the northeast of the city, complete."

"Similar communications have been received from platoons five and six."

"Control of the northern area is eighty-seven percent complete. Do you want to move to sweeping the remaining enemies?

The headquarters of the Arquelle army, which entered eastern Voldan. Communications and reports were flying visibly within the curtain, as they recreated the last time we fought in the Kravikür basin.

However, the difference from the previous one is that it is not Uni alone who controls a huge amount of communications, but has turned into multiple slaves.

Begging for instructions from one of those slaves, Dordolan Border Uncle opens his tease with a little thought.

"No, to the squad that held the north side of the city, turn to the support of the other allies rather than the remaining enemy sweeps. Simply add an attack over the back or sides. That's all we're exhausted about. The enemy will collapse."

"I'm in awe. That's how I'll notify you. … from the M-27 to the whole area in charge of the northern area. I repeat, from M-27..."

He exhales deeply as he sidelines the inorganic transmission.

Though accompanied by Turius, the commander-in-chief, as a consultant, he has been deposited with the Unfabricated with substantial command, referred to as this one, which was the end of the last time. Indeed, in military experience, there was a leader in Dordolan who was less than a day away. But the biggest party to this war is the Voldan lord Turius. Even though we give that up to our allies in political terms - essentially servants - it also doesn't sound right to give it up to others in the house.

Even though it was necessary to pretend to be an emergency - during Kravikühl - shouldn't Turius himself take command this time on the boulder? That's what I said without any.

"No, well, I would also say cake is a cake shop. I'll leave this place to the expert, His Excellency Uncle Neighbourhood. If you think about the whole house, isn't it a bad idea to keep your score here?

and so on.

A new weapon like a musket, a strategy that focuses on destroying the barracks, even if you don't mind shaping them, a trench battle using dirt bases, etc... I don't think a man is an expert at this kind of thing.

but when we actually discussed it to pack the operation, there may have been misunderstandings and differences in initial knowledge. In response to this strange bias, Turius explains that he is the one who makes things and not the one who fights with them.

Things seem to say, sigh again.

"Ooh, ooh. What's up, Herr Dordolan Borderline?

Surprised at how worrying things are, one nobleman talks to me.

Dordolan said with a bitter smile to fix it.

"No, what. I was surprised the war had changed."

The emotions spoken are not the falsehoods of a full-blown spot.

Without the general standing alongside the soldier, he interacts remotely with the communications courtesy, which is what manipulates the army like a pawn, letting the enemy die and his allies die. It is this self, more than anything else, who commands such a cold battle of spines. Even if you taste the thin, unpleasant aftertaste, you won't have to.

but the man in front of me seems to have taken Dordran's word in a different way.

"No, no, not at all. There are no examples of such battles in ancient times. I am truly afraid for His Excellency the Count of Ovenil."

That's what I say, I laugh and make my eyes shine.

The name of this nobleman is Baron Alrez. From the state of Voldan, southwest, it is a nobleman in possession of the port town of Alrez. And he is one of those whom Turius brainwashed and self-absorbed during the Viscount of Marlan. This man's brainwashing content is the same as Dordolan's - only the deletion between the right to reject orders and the willingness to disobey. but for some reason I was foolishly fond of Turius.

"With this time of war, let our faction finally take a leap forward. If we use this method for the entire National Army at that dawn, our national defense will be Antai. No, maybe it's even possible to unify the continent after a moment, huh?... and was this too much to say? Ha ha!

This is why.

Deep desirers fascinated by the wisdom of alchemists and the glow of gold. Or a man who sold his soul to the devil. That is who Baron Alrez is.

I find it ugly, but I don't think it's wrong. There is no more means to disarm it than once being brainwashed by Turius. There may be, but it wouldn't even be the kind of merciful opponent who laughs and forgives those who try to unchain themselves. If so, I will be thoroughly obedient and eat as much interest as I can get under that man's umbrella. Doldran can't fingerprint it. Because the difference in degrees is what you and the rest of the faction do. Still, it is difficult to avoid being offended by shapeless obedience.

Dordran meets gently as he pushes and kills his tired feelings.

"... and the strength that Sir and others provided. Commander-in-Chief, let me thank you on behalf of Ovenil."

"No, there is no annihilation either. Speaking of the former, we were given by Uncle Ovenil -"

"Shit!"

Rapidly scolds Baron Alrez, who roughly slipped his mouth.

"… are those soldiers whom you procured independently? For some reason, there are a lot of houses in our party that have something similar."

"- Ha ha... well, you did. No, I tend to forget if I bought it myself or if it came from you because the grace from His Excellency the Count is so generous."

Baron Alrez laughs like a charmed affectionate laugh.

Why this man, who was not in the battle of Kravikür five days ago, deliberately accompanied the army for the recapture of the East. This is because the main force of this army is the reinforcements of the surrounding nobles belonging to them, the Turius - sometimes referred to as the Middle Way -. This reinforcement entered Voldan shortly after the over-day battle. We didn't make it to the battle of Kravikühl to get it back.

And at the core is the modified slave that the man handed out to his subordinates, the S Seri (Soldier) - a powerful force of hundreds of manpower, capable of even crusading demons on the western periphery with twenty bodies.

As far as the effect of putting it on the front is concerned, it was reported earlier by the slaves controlling communications. We broke them into enemy cities in a small number of stages so they wouldn't hang on the enemy's line of alert, but they still overwhelm the Zanktogaren army. It was momentum to reclaim the city while we watched.

If it were known that Turius was turning his hand and letting him deploy such a thing, it would be imperative that only the signs of rebellion against the kingdom and the people of Brosenne would be noisy.

Right now, there is only one self-denominator in this main formation. but from what I've seen, Baron Alrez seems to have a light mouth. If I accidentally leaked it in the margins, it would be cot.

Not to mention that that Kingsguard Second Knights is currently garrisoned in the state capital, Voldan, for rest and restructuring. It's about the people with the centralist strings. I'm not on the same side of this army, but maybe I'm sneaking in the middle of the army.

"Well, you don't have to be so nervous,"

That being said, it is the Turius Shrounan Ovenil of the matter that calls out from behind the curtain. To the miserable scorched-earth operation, that sour Kravicur interception, and the commander-in-chief of this pursuit. The tragedy of large and small in this Voldan, the man who caused most of it.

He talks without even raising his face as he somehow glances through reports from his men.

"The perimeter of this position is monitored by the Opus series alternating. Is it time for Uni and Dry to take charge now? Those two have wild feelings, so they can't get close to each other."

"Left."

"But, well..."

I look up at him inadvertently and look at the baron. It was cold eyed, like looking down at a reagent-dropped chalet.

"- I would like you to pay attention to the handling of information, which you agree with Mr. Borderline. Baron Alrez in particular, whose possession is geographically close to Canales. Omnia, I'm also responsible for collecting information on Canales, so I want you to be careful around it."

"Ha, yes... His Excellency Count Ovenil. From now on, we will pay close attention."

The answering voice is trembling, and from her face she is dangling and cold sweating. True, a frog stared at by a snake.

([Cannibal Snake] is very impressive.)

Doldran reputed that way in the heart.

Turius decides he's let him nail enough, or he drops his eyes on the paperwork again.

"Yeah, in the future - I don't mind if you pay attention out of our reach. You are safe in this tent, so please be generous and welcome. I'll talk to my men as much as I like.... So, Fem. I'm talking about your report."

"Yes, sir, and respond, Mass. What a Question Sai"

Standing beside the alchemist is Fem, a golem that pictured a woman. In this faction, they mainly undertake performance evaluations of new weapons, etc. A weapon that mimics a person measures another weapon. I even remember a mild glare at that falling situation.

"To see V-01Y perform, the V series as an offensive weapon would be given a certain rating. But I can see problems with maneuverability and stability."

"Sure, and consenting mass. Unlike other mass-produced types, it is difficult to reach the emotional realm, so Taka"

"By its very nature, if you try to limit your blood-sucking impulses poorly, you create a logical contradiction and your spirit destroys itself... It is difficult to maintain the stability that is the strength of the 'product' because of it"

"But the performance of being devastated by a single army in one 'product' is fascinating," said Rebuttal Mass.

"No, you don't have to stick to vampires if you're going to be aggressive. Line it up in the EE series, too, with a powerful magic carpet bombing. And a lot of weaknesses are negative, aren't they? This time it wasn't a problem because they weren't prepared for vampires."

"So what about the pressure guy? and suggested mass. Increase the number of heads due to blood sucking, necromancy, and increase the production of monsters in infantry roles."

"To be honest, I don't like it there the least. I'm having trouble getting more if I leave you alone. Wouldn't it be catastrophic if we lost control? It's also troublesome to interrupt an overcrowded undead."

What a blasphemous conversation.

Enemy demons of mankind, vampires close to the top of the list. We are using it for war, and we are discussing how to use it to quantify its effects. If the righteous man hears this, he immediately rushes into the church and begs for Turius' inquisition.

"But you did it on purpose, didn't you?

Dordolan pinched his mouth. According to stories I heard, the vampire who had the Zanktogaren army attacked under the guise of coincidence was a girl who was not even old enough. We modified it and turned it into a demon, and we threw it away at the end of the sentence. It is up to the boulders to corrupt it as if it were a priceless act.

Turius looked up.

"That's true too...... well, the intrusion is part of the experiment. Vampires who are taunted like synonyms for immortality. If I can overcome that flaw, it is a shortcut to my ideal achievement. But the results are unexpected."

It is as if it were an unwieldy mouthpiece. After Dordran, who shrugged and shut his mouth, he continued.

"That's why I'm dropping off the full V-series mass production. It's an interesting subject, so I'm going to continue with the research itself, but I think the production itself is going to shrink."

"It's a shame, and hold your thoughts, Mass. Catalog specs themselves are top notch among all products, so Suga"

"If it's just physical abilities, it's a step ahead of you around Shirl. That's a shame, but I guess it's positive enough to swallow the flaws. But, well, that doesn't mean it's a total waste. Vampire creation through blood-based chimeratization... I'm working on a new experiment using this know-how. Just saw some interesting subject matter in this fight. This one's pretty confident, isn't it? Maybe we'll have another new 'work' soon"

At the end of the sentence, they're up to something that's not even busy again. What the hell is the new 'work' going to produce? One abandoned pawn, said to be inferior to "The Works," killed as many as 10,000 units of the Zanktogaren army. It will cause terrible things again this time.

Imagine, but fear runs.

"... it will also be a story since we put a paragraph in this war"

"Yeah. I mean, we're just ahead of you.... or is it still going to extend ahead?

At least in the defense, I got a reply that looked like I ate a person. Really, yeah, here's the guy to say it.

"No, let's not decide for long. I'll take over the command, so much so that I don't have time."

"Ha ha, that's more than anything.... Bye, Fem. You put the comms in the lab and tell Seyce to get ready when he gets home one foot away. Details..."

"Complete the process… and remember the mass. I will convey your instructions exactly, Shaw."

The mechanical golem, however, did not attempt to move exactly as instructed. Before that, zero doubt.

"By the way, my husband, and, turn to Mass. It's about Elisha Rosmond Barbastle, and the Kingsguard Second Knights under slavery, because you really don't have to make the disposition, Ska?

"As I already told you about that. I don't specifically approve of the need for changes."

"Are you on the left side, and confirm the mass. … Now, if you'll excuse me, Mass"

That's what Fem says and exits the tent. Was it the illusion of Dordolan that the footsteps were somewhat dissatisfactory?

Aside from that, reports came in that she captured an enemy commander-like figure and tied this up while she was back from communications.

The sudden war, which began with an ambush by the Zanktogaren army, ended less than two weeks after the beginning of the war.

"Ah, it's over. Ahhh... tired, sloppy, sleepy..."

A few days later, we were on our way back to Voldan, the state capital, after a chase that was almost a digestive match and a battle to recapture the eastern part of the state. Having brushed down my nerves with unfamiliar work in an unfamiliar environment, I jumped into bed when I got back to the private room set up in the government.

"Good day, sir"

On the other hand, when Uni said it was after all the hard work he had done, it was as decent as usual. Well, this kid works out differently than a regular person, and I'm the first one to try to be like that.

She looked into the bed where I could lie.

"It looks tougher than your usual bedding, though."

"That's right. There's no better place for a bed than in an aristocratic house."

Sleeping down because of you doesn't feel so good. Still, compared to the army's camp, it's a difference between cloud mud.

"Then I wondered if I could even take the fatigue I could take.... If you don't mind, may I borrow your knee?

"Hmm... well, please"

I accept her offer in two replies. Uni's knee pillow is comfortable inside. Of course, it can't be as soft as a real pillow made just to sleep, but she adjusts the position and force applied and subtracted to make this one more comfortable. I've experienced the comfort of sleep many times. I can assure you that. If she cares about that, I think she can just lend people a knee to take the money.

"Now, if you'll excuse me... go ahead"

"Ugh... I'm sorry to bother you..."

Between her legs, sitting up in bed, keeping her head.

Oh, Anragu...... It's like coming home to my parents. Most of all, my parents in this world don't feel very comfortable at home. This is, well, the so-called idiom.

I thought I'd ask you to clean your ears.

"I'm in awe. Okay, here's your ear."

Even though it was suddenly remembered and said, Uni immediately removes the ear scratch from his pocket. It seems to be one of the constant gear to wear as a maid of honor for anything. That's what you said before when you asked me what I had, so maybe the maids in this world are common sense about that, maybe.

For a while, I immerse myself in the tingling of my ears and the feeling of rubbing and unwrapping my neck where my hands fixing my head remember stiffness. feels, uh... Comfortable and warm enough to keep me asleep.

but a happy time doesn't seem to last long is Theory.

Hard sound of doors being knocked. React to that, or Uni's thighs slightly tense, which kept just the right softness.

"Excuse me, my lord. This is Viktor. May I have a moment?

What I hear from the other side belongs to one of my minister's interior affairs divisions, Bi-perfect. He seems to be keen on his job, and I'm tired of coming home, so I guess I'll have to do something again.

"... are you alone? Does anyone have a customer with them?

"No, I'm alone..."

That's good. No, not very good, but it stinks more than that.

"You can come in."

"? Now if you'll excuse me - what are you doing?

Viktor, who came into the room with a bunch of paperwork, gave a mixed look, first groaning, then shuddering and understanding. Change your complexion cleverly in a short time. Is a creature called a colored man something that is innate for actors?

"Look, don't you see? Uni gave me a knee pillow and I was lenient. And then I cleaned my ears."

"You can see that from the look of it...... Don't you think you're self-depraved?

"Please don't look strange! In which world is there a nobleman who, first of all after returning from a victory, relents with a woman's knee pillow!?

can be curled up with such momentum that the phonetic sound of Is it that rare? Aristocrats usually have the image of letting women serve and do whatever they want.

"So is Lord Chief Maid. So much so that I have repeatedly said that I would like you not to spoil Your Excellency!?

"I'm sorry, but I can't accept it, Sir Viktor. Your husband is tired, too. Then it will be the duty of the squire to ease it slightly."

She says so and puts her hand on my shoulder to shelter. Even as I talked, he danced like a pianist whose fingers played and massaged my shoulders.

What a worthy slave. I was a little excited about this, so I decided to send backup shooting.

"Yes, yes. In other words, it's a reward from Uni and myself for my hard work."

"What did you say you missed? I'm saying it's against morality. If they see you like this, they will lose their loyalty."

"What are you talking about, Viktor?... the people who serve me are mostly remodeling the brain miso to prevent betrayal."

When I said that, one of those modified and untrustworthy people jammed the words. Yes, an argument.

"Ha... I get it, that's enough. Now, you can stay put and listen to the report."

"Yes, sir.... You did it, Uni. We win."

"Congratulations, Master"

"What battle, what..."

While Viktor holds the temple, he rolls the first piece of the pepper paperwork.

"Let me start by briefly stating our damage. Detailed figures are compiled in the documents, please check back later."

"Mm-hmm. I know. So, what's it like?

"Let's be clear. You're as bad as you want to cry. I was wondering if the harvest should be seen as wiped out in the eastern part of the state this semester. It was plundered and consumed by the Zanktogaren army, and the fields were devastated by the fire. No, it was something that really cruelled me."

"Wow, what a terrible thing you've done, Zanktogaren Army."

"Absolutely. This is a difficult place to forgive, such as working in your husband's territory..."

He stares at me with a glance when I say that we are blind to each other. What a look, the second one's ruined.

But, well, you can't help it. If we hadn't burned it down in Operation Scorched Earth, the enemy would have taken it anyway. Even if we didn't, if we were late to win, we'd be kicked out of Voldan by a quote that took our hands off reinforcements we'd be rushing to soon. It is also thanks to our victory that we can mourn the damage thus.

"... will you continue? Land damage is also serious, but human damage may be more than that. At any rate, 2,000 soldiers were kicked in the crossfire, and at the battle of Kravikür, more than 10,000 conscripts were killed. What is it, this damage? Digits will be too different."

As Viktor puts it, there can't normally be 10,000 units of casualties in a single meeting. In this world, most of the time we leave our soldiers before the damage spreads that far. Or, in such a fierce battle, he escapes from the soldiers on his own. For the soldiers, who were formerly the people, there is no obligation to go out with them until they give up their lives, such as the war that took place at the convenience of your nobility.

but in this case, it's a lot special.

"I stuck it in a trench with no escape, and let the M-Series and the B-Series supervise it. If you feel like it, you can get away with it. It's a little different from the war we've been in."

Yes, trenches that look protected at that dirt base. That's not just for defense, it's also for keeping soldiers away. Pack it in grave-like soil and expose it to surveillance by my hands. I can't believe I didn't even train a soldier to just let him have a gun. If I didn't do this, I'd just run away and scatter.

The point is, it's the same as the ranch fence. Protecting livestock from scared wolves and at the same time not allowing them to flee slaughter. That's how they took the escape, so many dead people came out.

Viktor exhales. Still, are there too many people around me who leak their sighs as they look at people's faces?

"Damn, you're a rough crowd. Besides, everyone who died was a soldier recruited from the people, not a mercenary. When all these men disappear in one place, it will be an obstacle to future territorial management, won't it? And not only is it caused by combat, but also by the looting and assault of enemy forces, which have caused damage to non-combatants. You have a headache, considering the amount of money you see."

Nobles who have a reputation for scorning civilians, but it is fundamental to avoid unnecessarily damaging the people, who are the source of tax revenues. As a livestock that lays golden eggs, the people are nobles who are justified in cruelty.

"As for the neighborhood... well, let's hope the proposal you and Rubel have in mind works. Depends on how decentralized you are."

"You also need to make up for worn 'products'. Now we have the EE series, but how many minutes is that, because the cost of production is high?"

It is uni to say so. In this battle, the M-Series and the B-Series also entered the battle, some of which were worn out in the hands of the enemy. Even to fill this hole, she's right. It's too costly in the EE series, and it's hard to operate in human society because it looks like an elf species. We still need the early 'products' to do their best.

The S-series borrowed from Baron Alrez and others was also not entirely intact. A few of them are worn out. The boulder is in the state of wear and tear in addition to Shura's kingdom, the United Kingdom of Zanktogaren, and the second-line ambush unit, but it's pretty good for you.

"The territory is devastated at the end of the sentence with massive consumption of personnel, supplies and funds. It's not a war at all."

"It's true, right? That and this is why Zanktogaren attacked us. And someone who purposely incited that country."

Damn, I got a terrible look at that rotten grandpa. But I need you to pay me back for all this spending. We fought to protect the land we had left behind from His Majesty the King in awe. If you still want to make this difficult, I'll show you that I have an idea.

"But this war is over, too. No, I know we haven't negotiated peace yet, but we're out of foot here. If you're going to continue the war, we'll have Wang Du do it ourselves using the soldiers we've scratched. We've worked hard enough."

"Right. They wiped out an enemy army of 40,000 men from the ground. If you can't bring it into harmony with this, let's just say that there are only hungry wolves in the King's Capital who want incompetence or battle results. Even if he marches to punish his country, this Voldan was attacked by an enemy country once. We have to defend this territory."

Viktor gives people a bad grin.

We did well in the fight. There won't be any shout-outs to continue the fight. The other noblemen also want to earn a reward for martial arts, so avoid situations where I will be more effective. First of all, this much damage was done and the war was successfully prevented. If we're going to use it any more, we're not going to quit the strike to improve our treatment.

"Then why don't we just clean up the process for that? Send a messenger to reinforcements from the Wang capital, who would be in the march first. I have enough food to support the army for a while. We need them to take over the Zanktogaren army prisoners. There's no room for that over here."

"Sure. You won't be forced to keep your customers here any longer than the kitchen situation has worsened."

"In addition, this is a good place to fight. If you do poorly, you may have more prisoners than the force you hold. Now let's have a lot of problems."

All three of us. Mm-hmm, and I roar. Whatever it is, there's no Voldan now. It's an exhaustion. There is no food to turn to captives because there is no food, and it is difficult to keep enemy soldiers caught in corners because they have no troops. The anti-Zanktogaren sentiment of the Voldan people is in the worst condition, as it is another attack on the Commander by kicking a truce, an invasion or looting. Well, there are more than half of them that I stirred up. In the meantime, there's nothing good about keeping enemy prisoners on such land for a long time. It would be best if you took it where it should have been within the first place.

"Shall I ask the Second Knights, then, for the role of the messenger? And I will send my men out of the nobility of my faction. I was wondering if the surrender of the prisoners would probably take place around Novignon"

The place name Viktor mentioned is a state northwest of Vordan. It is also a major traffic shock in the south and east of the kingdom, and it also has cities where only large armies can be stationed. If Vordan had fallen, he would have proceeded with his soldiers from the land to seek recapture. To rendezvous and hand over the prisoner, hit him and put him on the spot.

"Well, keep the conversation moving in that direction"

"I'm in awe. By the way, I remember in the Second Knights."

In the words, I felt Uni's thick crotch stiff and strong again. Nor is that the ratio when I felt the signs of Viktor earlier. So, the rooted clerk, the youth nobleman, continues unaware.

"Are you sure you want to let those people live and give it back? Honestly, it doesn't seem compatible with you."

Kingsguard Second Knights. And Elisha Rosmond Barbastle, head of the regiment. They, no, I understand her dangers well. Uni has advised me that I was watching the fight against V-01Y, and the other Opus series were generally in agreement. No, only someone in this room was "a little toe standing, but beautiful, virgin, and without body" out of bullshit. And did Dooey also put his judgment on hold in some lost breeze?

Frankly, I'd like to finish it as soon as I can. [M] He's the head of an armed group connected to his grandfather, and he's a barbarian who doesn't fear death. This compatibility with me is water and oil, and if I let it live, it may leave dangerous causes behind.

But.

"Don't talk like you're trying. Rubel tells me to let you live if I can, and you agree, don't you?

That nose-pillared sister is also a political bomb. Yeah, yeah. Touch your hand. You're not a good opponent.

"Thanks for that. I'm so relieved you understand. Though formally cut off, Marquis Barbastol, a big decentralist, is in danger of disposing of it lightly."

Yes, I tend to forget, but the pig, the trouble is, she's a noble lady. I cut off the edge of the house and built a separate house as a knight, but that doesn't make me completely disconnected. They say my parents are still letting out letters by touching the fold trying to lust her into running away, or giving her a new dress wondering if she's disabled in what she's wearing. He continues to be sleeved by the person in question, but his willingness to get back together is obvious. It's sweet enough for that all-you-can-do daughter.

"When the war is over and we're going to settle with that old man in earnest, we won't have any trouble getting a new political adversary. Any of them will run into decentralists, but his lords are good moderates among them. It would be a point of contact for negotiations, and I was wondering if it would be easier to take any other steps if you had enough favor to loosen your chest collar."

"It's easier for you to ride my invitation, even if you're brainwashing like the Dordolan Border Boys."

Maybe this is the cause of my daughter's death, it's bone to lure her out and pawn her if she thinks it is, and it can harden her attitude and make her an enemy. Ms. Elisha's fighting power is certainly an anxiety element, but at this stage it is only anxiety. It has less priority than the clear danger of being a decentralist. That's the thing.

"If it's your husband and Sir Viktor's decision, I know it's the right thing to do."

That being said, Uni's body still leaves some stiffness.

"Is Uni so scared of that sister?

"To be honest, you're right. It's a little difficult to quantify and understand, but it makes you feel uneasy."

It is unusual for this child to appear untrained in the decisions so far. It would be a difference in sensibility around there. Me and Viktor are only thinkers, and the Unis fight against them. For her being a fighter, only the specs are V-01Y looming in front of the Opus series. Elisha's battle against it may be something that impresses and feels dangerous at the same time.

But I want you to feel safe. What a coward I am to say this. [M] There's no way I'm going to keep my opponent alive that long, is there?

"Well, it's all until we finish that old man off. Once that's done, there's nothing left to worry about in the country."

This is how Marquis Lavalle's prospect of crushing me and Zanktogaren was broken. Now it's our turn. The Marquis had things to say to supplies and finances, and he regained power disputed in the midst of the war, but the war was almost over. If that happens, now it is the beginning of a political struggle to pursue the damage caused by the disaster of war, its responsibility.

In order for Grandpa to survive it, he had to drive out the enemy countries with the troops he led and reinforce his position with martial arts. But that's what we've already got. The only thing that then remains of that old body is the responsibility for carrying out the tightening that led to the outburst of Xanctogallen and the priors who once promoted a policy of reconciliation with an enemy that was not credible. Even if it was to win this war and gain national interest, it is not easy to be forgiven. As I said earlier, we took away the credit we needed to make him forgive us. It's a sight to see how far that skinny old fox can swim in the storm of pursuit.

Viktor was right about me laughing in a rare and belligerent mood.

"There should be no one left to solemnize, such as those who give to the abominable old and ugly. Especially if you're the owner of a force that could be a handkerchief for a fight."

"But not now then. If you go to Wang Capital, there are many of them who are included in the Second Knights, who wind themselves off with meritocracy."

It's the First Knights of decorations, the extremists of the decentralists. Nothing needs to get your hands dirty in Vordan to become the most prominent suspect. So overlapping and explaining, Uni also folded in her,

"If that's the case..."

and accepted it with disapproval. Oh, man, I can't believe you're having a disagreement with this kid again, can you? But let's keep in mind that there is no other uni in custody. Elisha Rosmond Barbastle is a candidate for annihilation after that Lavalle. That's what you should think.

"So that's it for the Kingsguard treatment. And here's my next report."

Is it still going on? I'm sick of thinking so. [M] Damn it, when you're doing it and after, a lot of trouble at the corner is a substitute for war. I'm getting tired of hanging out.

Well, in a while, you won't be bothered by this either. Anyway, this is the first time in fifty years that this war has happened. Then the next war should be ahead for the time being. It takes a lot of time to process this post and prepare for the next one.

After that, you should carefully focus on cleaning up the domestic issues - that grandfather and his stringed Kingsguards. Then let's slowly get into research.

I've come to regain a lot of softness. I kept my head on Uni's leg, and I stood up for calculation.

Immediately afterwards, such a prospect would be frustrated by unexpected circumstances.

Information brought back by the intelligence services that were letting Rubel compartmentalize it.

According to that, Marquis Lavalle, who had just returned to the head of the centralist faction, was falling ill and in grave danger.