Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Near that evening. In the streets of Salt, a group dragon crusade unit led by General Pujol, who joined forces with reinforcements, was moving to the next level of the operation.

There are many makeshift barracks made of earthly magic on a flat earth set up by the engineers scraping the corner by the street. Calling it "cage castle erection" is a landscape that is a little overwhelming on boulders, but where you can easily see General Pujol's intention to calm down and work on the operation.

Thanks to the wind blowing out of the woods and the shade caused by the earth walls, the camp does not have as much heat in the daytime.

Soldiers spreading military seats over tidy meadows and clawing on them enjoy an easy game with things like cards in their hands. Of course, the soldiers playing that way are taking a break, otherwise the soldiers are fully armed and consolidating around the camp and preparing for the ambush of the group dragons.

In a camp that maintains such a dual structure of relaxation and tension in perfect balance, General Pujols had received reports from a scourge he had just returned.

"I see. I don't see any shadows of the group dragons themselves, but are there any other signs of the group dragons,"

Sitting in a simple seat with just a thin cushion on a chair made of dirt magic, the general of the giant man who was listening to the report said so and slammed his mouth.

"Ha, in the words of a hunter who saw the state of manure and the claw marks engraved on the trunk of a tree, there is no doubt that the group dragons are lurking nearby. At least they say shit is within half a day."

"Within half a day?"

General Pujol nods one and drops his gaze on the map on his desk. Described on the large dragon skin paper is the terrain around the streets of salt. Of course, because surveying methods are immature, they are as separate from the maps imagined by modern people.

There are no isometric lines or formal scales, a substitute that you can't rely on to call a map, but I think I wrote it later there, with a number of letters and arrows written.

"Are you sure it was at this point that you headed this time? Just in case, I'll check on Chasin."

"Yes, I understand."

It was the 'digital camera' that gently took it out of the sturdy looking pouch where the young scouts under the General's word were lowering their hips.

It is a substitute brought to you by Natalio Maldonado, the knight of Good Jiro, who was mixed up in the reinforcements. Of course, the way the street is handled is told by the knight Natalio to General Pujol.

General Pujol, who was informed all about the capabilities of digital cameras, found usage value in a completely different way from what Sanjiro suggested, although it was provided by the thought that if he could record the barking voice of the group dragons, it might be used to guide them.

"Please check"

General Pujol, who received the digital camera offered by the scouts, when manipulated with a still obviously obnoxious hand, reflects the images taken over the past few days on the display on the back.

"Hmm, sounds pretty sure. Did you take the streets and the woods perpendicular from this point?"

That image shows the scouts stepping from the streets of salt into the dense forest beside them. The wound engraved on the trunk of a tree by the street is a Western letter of the Southern Continent. The street-to-forest reconnaissance has been carried out in multiple places, thus leaving a clear mark not to be confused later.

Of course, the corresponding points on the map bear the same characters. It's like "Point A" or "Point B".

"Yes, this is the point where that next chassis went into the woods for a while. I intend to go as straight as possible, but the hunter says he was stopping slightly north."

"Hmm, roughly around here, then"

The whole image is dim because of the dense trees, but I can see a large rock on its left that is as far as a person's hips. Perhaps the scouts have reflected here to make this rock an easy landmark to understand.

"The next chassis is the spot where we discovered the dragon's things and the shitty thoughts. We discovered it a little after noon in time. We're going straight ahead, but the hunter said he stopped further north along the way."

"I see, then, roughly around here? So, the dragons are within half a day of here, right?

"Yes, the hunter affirms that" from the dryness of the manure and the newness of the nail marks carved on the trunk of the tree, this was remitted within half a day "

"Uhm."

The General of the Giant Han nods one heavily, taking the dragonbone brush and adding information to the map. If you look closely. That's not all the writing I just wrote.

Arrows are pulled all over the map, and the caveat that "group dragon trail, within half a day" or "group dragon, no sign" is noted along with the date when it was written.

"Hmm, now you've got an approximate position. Perhaps the nest of the dragons is around here."

When General Pujol grunts so with a voice that makes him feel sure, he surrounds the corner of the map with glitter and an ellipse with a dragonbone brush in his right hand.

From the time the reinforcements rendezvous until today, the policy General Pujol had taken was' intensive field investigations'.

It is a reason to say that if the group dragons are carefully selecting the raiding troops to fifty, there should be a "home" where the main unit of the herd lurks somewhere.

Originally, the group dragons are difficult to supplement because of the creatures that patrol and move through the territory of each herd like nomads, but if they are acting separately from the main unit and the raiding unit, the main unit is likely to remain in one place.

I don't have a radio or a cell phone. Constant movement to the main unit as well as the raiding unit makes it extremely difficult to rendezvous. No matter how good the nose and ears of the group dragons are, it is far too inefficient to rely on smells and each other's barking voices to merge.

If, even if it had been unexpected, the main unit, which has a large number of children who have just fallen back from eggs and eggs, is definitely more overwhelmingly blunt in motion.

These circumstances made it a top priority for General Pujols to find out where the main unit was. To locate the main unit, you need to examine the action radius of the assault unit. The raiding unit delivers the remaining prey to the main unit after filling its own belly. Assuming that, there should be a nest hole in the main unit near the center of the assault unit's range of action.

Based on that assumption, efforts to continue sending reconnaissance troops to the dense forest on numerous occasions have come to fruition and are now manifesting themselves in the form of maps before the eyes of General Pujols.

"Once we know where the main unit is, all we have to do is get ready and raid. No, one concern remains… should this be the opinion of an expert"

A general with his hand on his jaw is whining about something, but obviously it was solitary, so the scouts standing in front just shut up and wait for the general's ideas to solidify.

Having quickly concluded, General Pujol, raising his gaze, declares in a clear tone.

"We are entering the final phase of the operation. Assemble more than the Force Leader at provisional headquarters. Oh, and tell Sir Chavier to accompany the hunter."

"Ha, I understand!

The young scouts put their right fists on their left chests so vigorously that they made a slight noise that they saluted them.

After the scourge leaves, General Pujol silently sees the large map he has now written and the 'digital camera' that emits a different colour next to it, spreading his nigga and mouth into the form of a laugh.

"Well, Master Zenzilow has a lot of interesting stuff. This guy has the potential to dramatically change our future strategy."

That said, the general pokes the digital camera with his thick index finger.

This time, due to the situation of exploration of an unknown dense forest, photography by digital cameras was due only to the extent that "the information of the scouts is conveyed in clear footage", but if this is the opponent's war of man, it sometimes has tremendous effect.

For example, photograph a street leading to an enemy country from a hill or other height. Take, for example, photographs of dignitaries in enemy countries. For example, taking photographs of forts, royal castles, etc. from all directions, etc.

Of course, information on streets, fortifications, and castles is a military secret of every nation. If a person without permission holds a paintbrush near a castle or fort, it is normal for him to be slashed to death on the spot, and if he has stopped in front of the fort for a long time, even if he has nothing, that is the only way to keep an eye on the soldier on the lookout.

But if it's photography with a "digital camera," it's literally a moment. If you're a soldier in this world who doesn't know the very existence of digital cameras, the photo shoot will be over in no time to be surprised.

It was General Pujol who narrowed his eyes for a moment to imagine such a future, but it seemed like a war general there, immediately returning his thoughts from a convenient future to the status quo of reality.

"I can't say it's dramatic, but you've achieved enough in this operation."

Detailed information written on a map that spreads in front of you. Much of that accomplishment is due to the work of scouts, mainly local hunters, but without the presence of digital cameras, we would certainly not have been able to gather detailed information so quickly so far.

For example, verbally communicating landmark rock or tree features and sharing them as visual information called photographs can dramatically change the probability of occurrence. If the sharing of information proceeds smoothly, the reconnaissance will also proceed quickly for that matter.

In addition, if there is a digital camera even if there is no hunter in the reconnaissance unit, you can take a picture of the nail marks and shit and have the hunter check it at a later date.

And more importantly, the biggest thing is to say that taking pictures allows intelligence gathering to be reconfirmed, not just in the field, but in the safe rear.

A hunter who is an expert in the woods, and a son of men, say, a scourge who is expertly trained. It is not possible to exert a full observational eye behind dense forests where we do not know when dragon species and vipers will appear from the shadows. There are definitely overlooks.

You can also pick up that overlook if you calm down in the safe rear and check in the pictures. Of course, taking a trip to the local area and looking at the pictures at a later date will dramatically reduce the amount of information, but the opportunity to pick up the overlooks is big enough to say later.

In fact, the accumulation of such advantages materializes as detailed information written on this map.

"The rest is a matter of stuffing. The main unit and head of both the group dragons. It would be great if we could crush both in one go."

The General was quiet as he pondered the future operation as he waited for the Troop Leaders to gather.

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The next day.

The group dragon crusader, led by Pujorgijen, had begun full activity. Of course, it does not mean that previous activities have not been full-scale. It means that the preparatory phase has been completed and we have entered the final filling phase.

Wait for that time when non-combatants, such as engineers, and all soldiers except their escorts, will spread to the 'streets of salt' and step into the dense forest.

The open streets are lit with bright sunshine, which strongly illuminates the soldiers, but the sunshine, which is just depressing on a daily basis, is now just a little comforting. From now on, you can enter the dim dense forest, where you can fight dragons without plugging in much direct sunlight. The presence of sunshine appears to be some sort of "realm of man" border.

General Pujol opens his mouth with an attitude of tranquillity itself, not showing any signs of wandering in the gaze of all the soldiers alone.

"Troops, don't fail to check your numbers regularly. Don't hesitate to raise your voice to those who are about to slip away. A full-scale shipwreck is far more problematic than a temporary slowdown. It's collective action in dense forests that you're unfamiliar with in the first place, so no matter how careful you are, those who lag behind will definitely leave. It's not about power, it's not about motivation. Luck, it's a matter of bad luck. You can never blame someone who's just unlucky. See?"

"Ha!"

Shortly before leaving, it is time for the soldiers, fully armed and aligned, to reply positively to General Pujol's words. Even though it is fully armed, it is not possible to ride in a dense forest battle on boulders, so starting with the Dragon Bow Cavalry Regiment, all cavalry have left the dragon cavalry in the campsite.

With previous reconnaissance, there is not enough clearance to get into the boulder with a runaway dragon, although the route of entry is in place with some weeding or cutting off the blocking plume. It is also a tremendous substitute to call it "somewhat more than a veterinary path".

"Start the march"

Signalling the voice of a general who often passed low, all armies set foot in the thick woods, stepping apart from the guts and the weeds.

Final operation aimed at the home of the group dragon.

That, taken for granted, doesn't end in a day. The home location of the group dragons identified in the previous reconnaissance is about half a day from the point where the reconnaissance unit treaded into the forest to some extent, even on the feet of the group dragons.

There is no way that a human army can trample that distance in a single day. In conclusion, the group dragon crusade force really has to reveal the night in the dense forest. Of course, the scouts stare at the flat terrain that opens up to some extent, but it's still in the dense woods. Wrong is not the right environment for wild boarding.

Unlike around the streets of salt close to the realm of people, behind dense forests, if you terrain poorly with soil magic, you could stimulate other dragon species. Behind the dense forest there are also more horrifying and ferocious dragon species such as herd dragons. In that sense, setting fire to it is also a great danger.

It is a one-sided fact that wild dragon species fear fire, but also because it still attracts curious dragon species. Nevertheless, in total darkness, that is the good food for the nocturnal dragon species. The soldiers take care not to burn in the surrounding grass, light small fires and turn to fire in turns.

The soldiers unexpected in the fire have to rest their bodies a little for tomorrow. Nevertheless, only portable dried meat and sugar chunks are available for food because most fires cannot be used either. There is no water field, so there is only a small amount of drinking water to be allocated. Besides, I just have to lay a thin waterproof sheet on a narrow, decompromising grass and roll over there. Of course, I can't even let go of my weapon because I don't know when or where there's a dragon species raid coming from.

Chabiel Ghazir, the young commander of the Border Bermuda Army of Ghazir, was falling asleep on a thin seat, as were the other soldiers.

…………

Neither the moonlight nor the starlight plug in here because the dense forest trees cover the sky. Chavier is so good at night that he can't compare to modern Japanese, but even with that Chavier's vision, the darkness is so deep that he can't tell the difference between opening and closing his eyelids.

With a slight bend in your neck, only the little sparkling lights you can see over there are the only colors that shine in the darkness.

"... ugh"

If I drop a short spear in my chest, I may never be able to pick it up again. Mowed by such thoughts, Chavier grips the short spear firmly with both hands.

I can't say enough that Chavier's concerns are over-thought. It's so dark that for the first time you can see the outline by keeping your hands close to your face, too. In case you drop a spear on the ground, picking it up by hand will force considerable difficulty.

At least "Enemy Attack!" Seems like you rushed to look after it after hearing the report, "you'll never make it.

…………

Think about tomorrow, you have to sleep. Even if I know that, it takes a lot of nerve or 'getting used to' sleeping here.

"Damn......!

Though it should be warm enough to say that the terrible summer season has passed, the trembling chavier leaks a bad state of affairs.

It would be humiliating for Chavier to admit that he is' trembling with fear ', even if he still has the consciousness of a young man, but also the pride of a warrior who has turned and grown up. One or two of the group dragons and a good bow and arrow are Chabielle, who has of course been tailored in close proximity with spears, but that is a story in the realm of people like the streets of the day. Being alert to raids within a territory of dragon species called the dense forest at night is completely different.

It was a skilled knight who spoke to a young commander struggling with fear, powerlessness, and self-loathing thoughts.

"Master Chavier, can't you sleep?

Chabiel, who shook his body for a moment in the calm voice of the knight Joseph, turns his face to the voice and returns his words.

"Josep or are you seeing?

I could tell from my voice that I was a knight Joseph, and Chabiel, who can't even see its contour, brings his upper body from the roots of the tree he was pillowing, so I raise my voice to my surprise.

"I can't even say I see it, but I can see about the approximate outline of Master Chavier. Master Chavier has lifted his body now, hasn't he?

"Oh, you're right. Wow, is that by training or by birth?

To a young commander who honestly raises a word of admiration, the knight of war smiles a small smile across the darkness.

"Well, is that some kind of training? Although there are personal differences. The trick is to find your own shadow that falls to the ground carrying a distant bonfire. When you can see the outline of your shadow that way, look a little farther into the darkness. If you find any shade there, go further back. As we do that, the night gradually gets deeper."

"I see."

Knight Joseph laughs bitterly at Chavier for trying to do so quickly.

"Dear Chavier. What Chavier needs now is not to wear his eyes at night, but to meditate and fall asleep as soon as possible."

"... right"

Chavier admits his mistakes so badly.

"Okay. Sleep."

Chabiel knocks down his torso again and puts his head over the roots of the tree with a thin sheet.

Soon the tremor of his body subsides, and when he realizes that he can afford to just slightly loosen his hand holding the short spear, Chabiel feels surprised and at the same time small inferiority again.

The reason the tremor has healed, the spare time has been created, and that is nothing more than because you can feel the presence of the knight Josep nearby.

"I knew it, but I'm really still immature..."

Once again, the young commander had a sense of respect for a skilled knight who approached me to spot such a state of tension and follow me in a subtle fashion.

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When the Qun Long Crusade Troops were spending a sleepless night in the dense woods, in the rear palace of Wangdu, Yoshijiro and Queen Aura watched TV amicably in a bright living room that would be illuminated by six LED floorstand lights.

What is on TV is "The Times Play" recorded by Yoshijiro in his social days.

I purposefully pulled out the DVD of the epoch because Aura said, "I think I'll try on a pair of Japanese clothes."

"See? This is generally what Japanese clothing looks like. Women are pretty colorful, aren't they? If you need material, I'll print it out on my computer. Sure, because there should have been free software in the computer to extract still images from the video"

The color of anticipation and joy seeps through Yoshijiro's face, who glances at his wife's face sitting next to him saying so.

"Mm-hmm. If you were to make one in full, it would be easy to do so. If you're a royal tailor, say no other words, showing the pictures won't spread the problem. But good? Sure, you said 'Printer's Ink' and they were the last pair, right?

Put your right elbow on the elbow of the couch and answer the queen asking that in a generous position with a cheek wand, Sanjiro smiles completely unintentionally.

"It's okay, because there's not much point in taking care of it in the first place because ink cartridges have a life span without having to use it. Besides, I don't have any trouble printing it out at the moment."

In the unlikely event that the printout needs to be pruned after you run out of ink, Yoshijiro thinks you can refill this world's ink and more into a cartridge and just try black and white printing.

Of course, it is well understood that if you do that, you are more likely to have a problem with the printer. So when I have to ask Aura to do it, I'm going to do it in anticipation of when I can get it undone with the magic of 'Time Retrospective'.

It would be great if Ink Card Ridge reverted to each of its contents with the magic of "Time Retrospective," but unfortunately it's not that user-friendly of magic.

Aura said a bite of stirred fruit or 'time retroactive' magic on burnt dragon skin paper would not return the lost part, so it's probably unlikely that the contents of the ink card ridge used will return either.

On the other hand, nearly half of the gold-plated ornaments, as well as the worn and re-sharpened swords, are said to return to mint condition with the magic of 'time retrospective'. Honestly, I can't decipher the law at all with Yoshijiro's head. Well, it may be wrong in the first place to ask for strict legality to a phenomenon that is the extreme of fantasy called 'magic'.

"Hmm, so would you like me to print out the front, sides and back one at a time? If that were all, a royal tailor would finish a lot of stuff. I'll give you a sample... um, this woman's clothes still look good."

That being said, Aura is referring to the main heroine of the drama. Not so gorgeous because of the setting of the daughter of the flagbook, whose role is not very rich, but she is wearing a bright colored kimono that is easily eye-catching from the standpoint of being a main heroine.

"Ok, here it is. Well, I'll print out the best image I can."

"Nice to meet you. But your hair is a lot more distinctive than just your clothes. I can't imitate the boulder that far..."

In the first place, in the culture of the kingdom of Karpua, the tie that shows the neck muscles is the hairstyle of a young unmarried woman. It falls into a pretty out of common sense category to put it up at Aura's age and position. Of course, a somewhat out of common sense is not an issue if it's someone else's invisible space like the rear palace, but still embarrassing as Aura.

By analogy, would it be like a married woman past her mid-twenties wearing 'sailor clothes' or 'gymnastics' to distract her husband?

Sanjiro smiles back at Aura, who frowns a little.

"Oh, Japanese hair? That would be difficult for a boulder. I have no idea how to tie Japanese hair either, and I guess I don't have to come that far. I'd rather keep it down than tie it up."

"Hmm..."

Very rarely does the queen keep her eyes slightly narrowed and consciously in the corner of her head the words of her husband, who slipped her mouth about the woman's preferences.

"A man has very different hair than he did."

Nevertheless, the Queen, who does not intend to pursue it on this occasion, continues to talk about nature and the content of television drama. Unaware of such a small change in his wife, Yoshijiro grins bitterly by stroking his own head, which he has just washed in the bath.

"Oh, that's a trick. That's a relic of the past. In modern times, no one is tied to a trick other than sumo wrestling. Maybe."

"Right. Because it does seem like a tough haircut to fix. Is it impossible to get rid of it? But only this guy, who's been in the center for a long time, has a hair that's close to one or the other."

That is what Aura refers to as the protagonist of this drama.

"Oh, only that person is set to be a person who timeslipped from modern times to the end of Edo, so it's a modern hairstyle. So if you take it for granted, you take it for granted"

"Hmm. Human time travel? So time travel exists in the world?

Sanjiro hastily puts in a correction to Aura, who feels there will be a misunderstanding as it stands, which attracts strong interest.

"No, you say it's just a concept, or it's just a fantasy story. Because this is drama, close to theatre or something in this world, so to speak, the 'story of lies' of the crop. Look, in stories, there's creatures and abilities that don't exist, right? This is like that, too. In my world, timeslip is a fantastic phenomenon, and it's not happening."

"Mm-hmm."

For Aura, who was originally born into a family of manipulating miracles that act on time and space called 'space-time magic', it does not seem like an absurd substitute for which 'time slips' are absolutely impossible to achieve.

In any case, there is a timeless means of movement called "instantaneous travel", a means of movement across the world called "transworld-sumptions", and even a limited means of manipulating the time of an object called "time retroactivity". It is not such a strange idea to think that there is a human 'time travel' on that extension line.

Nevertheless, it is a complete horizontal topic on this occasion.

"Oh, this woman's outfit is as different as it ever was. It is luscious and luxurious. There's too much fabric in the boulders to suit the climate of the Karpua kingdom."

"Oh, that's the outfit of someone with a slightly special profession when it comes to 'Hanaki'. Aura might look great, but it's not a common outfit in this day and age. Yeah, but hair decorations can be interesting."

As it is, the drama viewing continues while Yoshijiro repeatedly explains and pauses.

"Wow, that's amazing. I don't know, but if I could make this medicine called 'penicillin', wouldn't it help a lot? After fever caused by injuries in our country, there are many soldiers who die. Zenzilow, this footage explains how to do it in so much detail. Isn't it possible for us to reproduce it?

"I can't, I'll never! I can do this because this man is a terrific doctor. If an amateur like me does nothing to cultivate mold, it falls to breed harmful molds and microbes in bulk to cause panic. Besides, Staphylococcus is also cultured to examine the drug effects, but if we do poorly this way, we could be framed for breeding highly toxic Staphylococcus abnormally and killing people.

First, you don't have a syringe. How do you make a perforated needle that is thin enough to stab a person's blood vessel so that it can pass liquid inside? If it fails when stabbing, even if it is done, and if it is put into the air, it will be life-threatening to the patient, and if it is not disinfected thoroughly, the injection will cause the medical condition to worsen.

There's more...... uh, I'll never be able to do it anyway!

Unlike glass manufacturing and waterwheel improvements, medical relationships where trial and error failures are directly linked to human death remain in the hands of Yoshijiro no matter what he thinks.

To the queen who actively sought to absorb the good things of different cultures, all this time he did not break the attitude of total denial, which had no Ishiro or any particular island.