Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Heck."

A lovely sneeze emanated from Asuka's mouth, dressed in a coat for winter.

Surprisingly embroidered, peering black-ten fur from his collar and wrist, it reminds him at a glance of the identity of the cohesive.

First Prince of the Osmadra Empire: Askariya Imrabetor.

For the most part, the Empress, who should be called, sat in front of the fireplace in a man's military uniform.

"Your Highness? Are you a fighter?

One of the neighbors, the Great Swordsman's Big Woman: Corkar asked as she offered her hot butter tea.

"It doesn't matter. It's not cold or anything."

Before the butter tea served, however, Aska repeated her grand sneeze twice.

"Someone must be making a rumor about it. God bless you (Inraham Ra)"

Corkar laughed at the superstitious desert people's origins and prayed to Alam Ra, the only god of Alam.

"Perhaps the generals of Trantrim frightened by our march on Osmadra?

"Hehe. I hope so."

Aska can only smile back bitterly at Corkar, who makes a smile and shows it on his thick bone face to prove his height of motivation.

I'm sure the rumor lord, His Highness Zion or Athelui, just can't say.

I have a feeling I'm almost certain of it.

This is a forest area that accounts for about half of the land of Trantrim, among which is the Fibble River basin, which has now turned into volatile water, and a cottage adjacent to a native forest called the Bagrash Forest on the map.

The Sand Lion Brigade elite led by Asuka has chosen a different invasion route than the Ashres.

Currently, he was in the midst of packing the details of one of the key offensive bases in this operation, the Gilgisten Castle offensive operation.

"And yet... it's too late, those two"

"Enemy inspection. It's not a forcible reconnaissance either, it's avoiding engagement. I don't think so."

Asuka showed Kolkar the magnitude of the metric, saying in a hurry.

Shit, sip butter tea.

Under the Askariya flag: When the Sand Lion Brigade took over this cottage, there was already no resident figure.

Did you detect any signs of war, or did you anticipate this in advance?

Anyway, the Askas were showing a convergence of opinions that, due to the fact that much of the household property was being brought out and the neatness of the premises, there was a high official figure of evacuation induction by the Trantrim Congress.

Aska remembers her conversation with Isma when she came here while taking control of some of her enemy strongholds.

As a matter of fact, this cottage was in Trantrim and was a memorable place to reunite with Ashley and Theon.

Aska was heartfelt, secretly, welcoming the fact that the place had spared destruction, but at the same time had a complex thought to the comparison that if she had been an exchanger.

I asked Isma that by accident.

I'm sure he couldn't have been more honest with his subordinate opponents, in the words.

For the commander to expose the weakness of his mind, I see Isma's standing may have been appropriate, even more heterogeneous of outsiders.

"Normally, when you're a military hub, you're about to burn it down... if you can see it being taken over by the enemy."

Whatever the household tools, Aska said, not who, in front of the cottage where the exterior and adjacent hot spring facilities are intact.

"Considering the loyalty of the people... I don't know. Well, you don't know where it's tight, do you? The way the overloads think."

Isma walks in from behind.

They've unlocked one of the hunting traps set up in the surrounding woods.

However, to Aska's inquiry, Isma said as she took over the cottage, considered the possibility of traps, etc., and valued it from its appearance.

"If a man named Yugadir was really trying to ruin the ideal place (Utopia) where the demons and humankind could live together at night, whether it was a selfie or not... Operation Scorched Earth, which burns down its own land and the life base of the folk grass that lives there, wouldn't do it until the end of the day"

"It's an earache, Lord Isma."

Aska said as she looked back at the man who showed up from behind.

The figure of Izma, who has just walked to bear the light, is like a shadow painting, the expression is not well visible.

"It's cool in Isma, Princess Asuka"

"Princess, when they call me etc, my butt is swollen, I want to call you Asuka and hope"

Isma laughed at Aska's voice for correction, including humor, and this one came back with a wit.

"It's difficult because it involves motivation. Military action, right? The commander needs to get someone right."

"Then the princess is in trouble. Your Highness, and"

It was a short cling, but I thought Asuka found out about this strange man.

You seem to be kidding me, the fruit, measuring the size of the other person's vessel, or pointing out how to behave.

That can be said to be extremely disrespectful to those in power, but if you return the back, you also seem to be questioned about your qualities as an exchanger.

Aska has analyzed that in Western courts, clowns are allowed to peel instead, but that is not just to comfort boredom and clear up worries.

Taoism is, that is, the book of the exchangers themselves.

Because all the governance that we have exercised and our feelings for the people will be reflected there.

Do you find dark joy there or see a lesson along with intense wind spurs?

Or can you turn it into a laugh from the bottom of the day?

That would be precisely the problem with the vessels of the exchangers.

And, furthermore, there may be a deliberate reluctance in diplomacy to discern what makes laughter reveal itself to be the human of the negotiator.

Thinking about it, Asuka thinks it's funny that a man named Isma chose the path as his way of life.

Then, Your Highness, went back to Asuka like that and Isma continued her conversation.

"Well, in short, the overlords are characteristic of penetrating the streets of their own ideals and beliefs in a horrible way."

"I speak very manly of the kings of mankind."

In a covert awe of Isma's way of life, Aska said.

That's right, and Izma hits the congruence.

Did you talk about "closed corridors" before? Did I ever tell you that invading there is tantamount to jumping into a story? In other words, the Closing Corridor, which is the enclosure of the Overlords, is also the junction between them to penetrate their ideals. It's a kind of ideal place (Utopia). In the end, it's not feasible in humans. "

"I know exactly why the Ashlets showed difficulty in their invasion with large armies. But... when I ask only that, somehow, we seem to be more villains attacking like this."

Huh, to Aska, who sighs, Isma said, loosening the edge of her lips as she scratched her left eye band.

"Only a ruthless, known young lion of Osmadra, was called, His Highness Asuka, on the west side. I can't believe you got such a weak sound. Could it have been influenced by Ashley? But you do. There is no good or evil in the war itself."

Isma said to Aska, who suddenly became a snail with Ashle's name on her chest poked at her.

Without a heart, or worse than usual, there was that self-derisive grin on it that floated when a human glanced inside his heart.

"Besides —— the Overlords'" Nerd "is pure, so it doesn't come true with the right snail. There's bound to be contradictions and chills somewhere. Besides, the overlords demand the same standards from their residents. Ideals. I think it's not paradise, but hell itself, obviously, from those who know the difficulty of living according to the ideals, that is, those who will."

So, I mean, Bocchan's war is about fighting the shadows of a distorted and fulfilled ideal town.

"Or... can human bits who want to follow that ideal feel different? If so, surely, there is no salvation"

The face of Isma, who holds up the edge of her lips and says, did not look well in retrograde light, but must have been terribly miserable and vain, Aska thinks.

I wanted to stroke my cheeks reflexively, because Isma avoided the palms offered by my body moving in that way, as if it were a dark creature fearing light.

"Whoa, you've been talking too long. I want to use the hot springs while I'm in the sun, so I'll check it out! Nah or nothing strange has been done. And drinking water, too!

Aska grinned bitterly this time at Isma's appearance as she walked away with long limbs.

And now it was Isma, and near Aska, who was heading out to scourge Gilgisten Castle, the summariser of the Sand Lion Brigade: Old Nazif.

Mm, Kolkar roared and Aska returned to me in a motion to reach for the sword.

There were signs of humans at the door, then more than ten seconds later.

The door was knocked with a coding arrangement with Cocon, Conc.

"What about the Desert Moon?

"Pale"

After all the formal euphemisms, it was the internal affairs imperatives of the Sandy Lion Brigade, which was in the Gilgisten offensive force and was in charge of the military station: Timur, who came in.

"Your Highness!! Old Nazif and Lord Isma, who were in the scourge, have been returned. I would like to report to Your Highness."

"Uhm. Then come right here. Have some warm tea and a meal."

"No, for Lord Isma to say, he wants to talk to His Highness while looking at the enemy form, first from the top of the hill,"

Well, Aska raised her voice to the proposal.

"So, where are they now?

"We're headed up the hill. Come here."

"Good. I can go alone. This is more of a territory where I used to act alone. Leave it to me. Speaking of hilltops, it's all there."

I'll ask for more dinner than that.

Aska put that down and headed to the hill with Timur on his ass.

As we stepped on and climbed the still weak grasslands of the new green, Isma was waiting in front of the ridge of the hill.

"Ya guys, it's been a while?

"Enemy reconnaissance very much! And the tail?"

"Uh, Ma, that's a little dude. Let me explain. First, you want to check the basic tactics. I thought I'd talk to you while you watch the castle over there."

So, thank you for your hard work.

Isma's story is as perky as paper, but her behavior was that of the scourge of skill.

"In the meantime, I can see Gilgisten Castle in a good way right now, so here's Dozo"

and ahead of being invited, the cloth is already laid.

Aska understood that it meant falling asleep and taking a gentle peek at the enemy form from the ridge.

If you cast a shadow on the promising hills, you will be easily discovered.

It is possible even with naked eyes from quite a distance, depending on the human eye's reaction to what moves and the biological reasons for quickly sensing and detecting the human-type ones.

The root is the same as seeing a human face in the staining of wood and fabric.

Aska snooped at Gilgisten Castle, using a binoculars she was given when she deposited herself on the slope.

It is also ingenious to use the binoculars from a place where they are shadowed against light.

The reflected light of the lens reaches a hell of a distance.

Comfortable binoculars for reconnaissance missions, depending on location.

The castle fortress, illuminated by the sunset, had made its walls shine white.

I can see smoke rising for evenings from all over.

"Looks like a lot of people are being distributed."

Aska said, guessing from the number of smoke that rises.

"As for small countries, it should be noted... I think 1000 is strong, Max."

"I'd still like to avoid a stupid honest attack from the front."

If it's also Ashle's Shivnir, the story changes, but he added that Aska spoke his thoughts.

"Mmm, that's it, Ne. First of all, how about hitting it because it's a big shot?"

Izma suggests, leaning on Aska and looking at the castle fortress as well.

"Hit, what do you mean?

"No, here's the thing, Dawn from the bottom, with a scorching flame"

I took my binoculars off my eyes and Aska looked seriously at Isma.

"Is there such a thing?

"I do. A hell of a tumble (crawling inferno). Topographic (Map) Attacks for Siege Warfare."

Isma did the trick of Dawn from the bottom, and Aska began laughing shortly after as she solidified for a few seconds.

"What is that? Now I was desperately wondering if I could attack that fortress from the inside out."

Isma, you're out of your mind.

That's what holds my stomach down painfully.

Isma is laughing with me even though I'm not laughing.

"No, if you simply smash it, it's an easy win. Instead, it would be easier to narrow it down and convenient to stay in the fortress."

"I see, I see. No, from now on, I'm going to let you rethink your common sense in the battle against the aliens"

"Well, the Spindle Talent, who can control such abilities, isn't it? With a possible move because this ismas special body?

Aska finally rolls around, not knowing what to stick in to Isma, who hoists her one-eyebrow with a laugh.

Because you can't laugh out loud.

"Well, then, Your Highness, Aska, you're very motivated to break the opponent's nose and will in one piece with a topographic (map) attack, aren't you?

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Of course, the surrounding terrain will be messed up, and maybe, the environment will be no good. Even if it doesn't, I think you're going to have to assume a massive forest fire, Ked?

"Three-moon lake is everywhere you look at the terrain around here. The forest zone is divided into many parts there. And it's snowmelting season. Depending on the direction of the wind, isn't it hard to get burn-outs like summer or autumn?

"Gehenna's fire can't be extinguished by normal means, so the fire column stays up all the time during the effect time, yo?

"The east side of the castle is stretched out on the banks of a dried up river. Because where there used to be a stream, it was a castle to glance at water transport and beat the enemy troops forming on the riverbed of the Fibble River, now the only open terrain. Structurally and tactically, the most soldiers will be distributed here. Aim there."

"I see. If it doesn't have to be a direct hit under the castle, things are a lot different, Kimasune"

"Effective time?

"Minimum firepower for about two minutes"

"Let's do it."

"I think the enemy will be close to total annihilation. Ked?

"Combat personnel do not need forgiveness"

They were two people who exchanged questions that well, but Isma, uh, circled her fingers on the roaring forehead.

"I knew it, there."

"What do you mean?

Isma began to tell Asuka the details of the hostile inspection.