Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"It's Carmis. Still can't manipulate it well?

Lennon groaned bitterly on a small high hill off west of Esta.

"Ha... sorry... dude, I don't really hear you"

Calmis, shaking in the void, replied sorry.

"Well... it seems that the Raydom army is already on the verge of destruction. I'd love to retrieve him before the damage is done to our army..."

"Yes... please wait..."

"Uhm, please"

"Ha..."

Say it. Karmis could disappear into the void.

"Well, let's see what happens to Gorkos and Schneider..."

Lennon's face, lean enough to make him think he had just covered his skin over his skull, had several deep wrinkles of mockery engraved in color.

Two.

"Hey, Gorkos bastard, what the hell are we gonna do by gathering us in the center?

The Pope of Lowenglin currently occupies the delta esta created by the branch of the ancient Altarte River.

Nemes, a general soldier belonging to that seventh legion, told his colleague Ortes with great anxiety, unlike usual.

Nemez was a young man who had just turned twenty last week, saying all the good things of daily prestige.

But it was only a mask to cover up and hide the natural cowardice, so to speak, a pose.

So it was also the usual appearance of Nemez to repeat the strong statement all the time that later one would regret it.

Such a nemez was now taking off his mask and exposing his native cowardice to defenselessness against his colleague Ortes.

Ortes, who opposes him, turns thirty this year.

Nemez and I are ten years apart, but somehow the horses fit very well from the beginning of our encounter.

There was no reason to think otherwise.

No, on the contrary, I'm glad to say the opposite.

But maybe it's good to have it back.

Differences in thinking gave rise to debate, incandescent discussion, and established friendship sprouted.

As a result, they were sometime in the pattern of being able to call themselves best friends who talked to each other through the night as they did every day.

So Ortes knew very well that Nemez was really timid.

Ten years old, I knew it would be in my hand.

So now I wasn't surprised that Nemes suddenly took off his mask and put his natural cowardice on the table.

More surprising than that was the sight being played out in front of them.

At the end of their gaze, on the shore of the ancient Altarte, a giant monster was now raging and crazy, not wearing a false mask or anything.

Therefore, it seemed to Ortes that Nemez's reaction was extremely natural.

"I don't know. I don't know what Gorkos thinks. But I only have a bad feeling."

Ortes said that on the top of the Buddha.

"Ortes, you too. Actually, me too..."

Nemez agreed with Ortez, trembling as he saw the misery on the other bank.

"Well, it's rare to disagree with you."

"Oh yeah...... but I wouldn't have a good feeling about this situation. I've always had a bad feeling about being integrated into the Gorkos Army."

In response to Nemez's self-derision, Ortes said with a dry laugh.

"Hey. You're absolutely right. We were always unlucky when we remembered. It was my biggest bad luck being subordinated to that perverted Gorkos in the first place. He's just the son of the current pope, the one who became a cardinal despite his lack of talent or strength. He's the kind of bastard who's spoiled around and misunderstood and whose natural sadist temperament has become extremely hypertrophic like that ugly body shape. How many human beings have perished miserably so far with his” training ”and his thinking. And how many times did he see it and laugh with his belly? All of us in the Seventh Corps were unlucky to glance at him. Wouldn't you?

"Oh. How many times have I thought about killing that toad? Your brother embarrassed me most of the time."

"Colin. He's a really serious guy. Absolute obedience is more than just being a superior officer to any outrageous man. Of course, if it's normal, it's certainly true. Superiors are absolute in the military. If any of my men had defied their superiors, the army wouldn't have done it. Disturbances in the chain of command are deadly in the military. But the Gorkos guy is not normal. He's a complete freak. Just because you're a superior officer, you're not the one to swear allegiance to. And yet... he's too young. Well, he's only twenty years old."

"Hey, wait a minute. Twenty is already a fine adult."

"Hmm? Oh well, you were the same age as Colin"

Ortes said with a bitter smile.

"Whoa. Me and Colin are twenty years old at the time. Another adult. Besides, Colin is solid, unlike me. He's not a good guy to treat children like. Well, there are certain things that are too serious, but they're always hard work. He's studying or doing sword arches as long as he's free, right? With that achievement, he was promoted to SS at a young age of twenty. Actually, he's amazing. Ortes, you're always proud of your brother, aren't you?"

"Well, I'm certainly not my proud brother. I'm just a little worried about being too serious."

With that said, Ortes drowned his head (like this) at the end of his brother, Colin, and exhaled a deep sigh.

Then, suddenly, the entire army of the Lowenglin army watched the opposite shore.

When Ortez looked up and looked across the shore, that horrible bird that was ravaging (carving) Raydam's army gracefully flipped (hissing) its giant and was about to advance towards the Lowenglin army.

"Oh no, Ortez! Come here!

Nemes told Ortes with a trembling voice.

"Oh, my God! What am I supposed to do!

Then a piece of white smoke rose up behind the Ortes.

At that moment, all over the Lowenglin army, the commanders of each unit issued their orders with loud voices.

"All units spread out! Run!"

The Ortes looked back reflexively before finishing hearing the voice, and fled as if it were a detachment.

And none of the others rushed out on the spot, and Esta became overcrowded.

Five thousand of us arrived west of Esta. It was natural to be confused. And there was something further that fuelled their confusion.

It is the Altarte River.

Esta is a delta. Therefore all those four sides were surrounded by rivers.

It drove them crazy.

And that was the same for the Ortes.

"What do we do! There's a river! There's a river!

Nemes squeezed out his voice desperately as he fought his fear.

"I just have to jump in! Take off your armor helmet and lighten it up as much as you can!

That's what I said. Ortez's idea was not his original.

Everyone was thinking the same thing.

Five thousand people shook their hands in terror at the same time, taking off their armor helmets and running desperately.

In other words, many armor helmets were suddenly placed on the ground.

Naturally, there were many people who were kicking and falling.

And Nemes was also one of them.

Nemez suddenly appeared, his leg taken by a heavily designed armor a long time ago that a colleague running in front of him had undone.

"Ah!"

Nemes stomped desperately to rebuild his collapsed posture, but eventually collapsed to the forefront without stomping.

Unfortunately, however, a helmet was placed at the end of the fall.

And it was very sharply shaped.

"Guuuuuuu!"

Nemes fell on the spot with a short, thick groan.

"Nemes!"

Ortes stopped his foot in a daze, trying to move backwards and approach Nemes.

But from behind him, his colleagues, who had gone mad, had arrived.

For this reason, it took a considerable amount of time for Ortes to scratch them with desperation and manage to reach Nemes.

"Nemes! Nemes! Hey! Hold on!

Ortes rocked Nemez's body desperately as he was repeatedly kicked by colleagues who arrived further from the rear.

But there was no reaction from Nemes.

Ortes leaned back on Nemez's body as he squeezed his courage and lay low.

"Oh......"

Ortes peered into the deep, large, submerged hole around where Nemes' face once had his right eye, and sighed deeply.

"Nemes... Nemes..."

Ortes lovingly embraced the body that was getting cold of his age away best friend and called the name over and over again.

But the situation did not give him time to spare his goodbye from his best friend.

That horrible bird finally made it over them.

"Sorry Nemez......"

Ortes said his final goodbye to his late best friend and ran out again with the thought of a severance.

"Damn! Damn it! Damn it!

Ortes just kept running from there.

And finally, when he reached the west bank of Esta, Ortes jumped into the river without any hesitation or free time.