Sevens

Having abandoned the first wall earlier than planned, I fell into the room reserved for the second wall, flirting.

Remove the gear on the bed and close your eyes when you lie down. Inside the walls the soldiers were rushing around, getting ready to wait for the demonic army, and the returning soldiers were moving to their positions.

Soldiers lowering backwards were also temporarily taking a break.

Too much magic, and in a front-line, carefree environment, I was the limit, too. Sticky with sweat. Soot smoke stuck on my skin - I couldn't care less about that and fell into bed.

I'm also concerned about fighting the demonic army, but I can't use my powers without resting.

I heard noisy voices in my room like that.

Open the door vigorously, smiling and noisy Monica and the three men in armor behind her - no, there was a golem.

"Hey, chicken bastard! This Monica! Your Monica is here to take care of you! It's okay to hit high inferiority on the battlefield! The perfect maid, Monica."

"Retreat"

I kicked Monica in the ass before I finished saying it, and a golem similar to Monica's - the number one Valkyrie came out before me.

"It's the Valkyrie series that I'm offering you for the first time, and from now on until you die. It's more useful than this, it's your husband's me."

Waving with no expression, the three bodies are posing. Number one has the same blonde hair as Monica, with red eyes. He looked similar, and met him when he was exposed to octopus in the labyrinth. There was a shadow of Monica's sister.

Especially unlike Monica, it's the size of her chest.

The triplets switched poses.

"One of the Twin Tails!

"Dark-haired Yamato stroke number two!

"What am I supposed to do if I'm the same type as number two?... Then you make it a ponytail. Number three with black hair ponytail! It's a ponytail with a Yamato stroke attribute!

Number three is quickly ponytailing my dark hair, but I had my face up but buried my face in the pillow.

Monica was up and taking out the drill in both hands. Low noises echo in the room and you can't sleep in a situation.

"Both the pontifications of this deteriorated product. You're not selling your charm to my chicken bastard. I will dismantle you on this occasion!!"

Monica and the three of them were facing each other, taking out their weapons. I threw a pillow.

"You guys be quiet! I'm going to bed!

That's what I said, wrapped it in a blanket and trying to sleep, three wacky Valkyries. And Monica picking up pillows and collecting my gear.

"Look, go somewhere for the pony tricks that can only be fought. I'm good enough for a chicken bastard."

The feeling of consciousness being sucked in, and there was a tremor as to whether a demonic attack had arrived on the wall.

Then there is a voice from the treasure ball.

Mireia in a gentle voice.

"Not at all... Lyell, transfer your consciousness to a little treasure ball"

- The second wall was layered with a special material on the surface while the first wall withstood.

Alette sees the sight in front of her as she gives instructions on the wall.

It was the same in the rear fortress.

The first wall was premised on breaking. But the second wall was built more sturdy than the first to withstand the demonic army.

The walls were high and the soldiers positioned nearly eight thousand.

The manpower placed also to Aria, and to Alette its deputy. Albano was in the crate, as well as the talent side.

And Damien was also coming to the second wall. The automaton has a golem and plenty of fighting power.

A demonic army was launching an attack on such a second wall.

He released an arrow from the top of the wall, unleashed magic, and the human side also resisted violently. However, in the absence of Lyell, optimal operation is not possible.

Where to protect, where to aim.

Protected by sturdy walls, he had more tigh-hugging resistance than the first wall.

In such a scene, Alette was supporting Aria.

"There are many troublesome demons. I didn't know you were still there."

The surroundings were hitting the magic against the trolls who tried to cling to the walls. But it's obviously overkill.

It's not that Aria, who was put in a position of command of the whole thing, is bad, it's impossible for Lyell.

Knowing the whole thing and communicating information is abnormal. Multiple support skills were used and instructions were accurate.

"I only wanted you to give me instructions at the fortress."

I knew I couldn't do it, but the battlefield without Lyell began to engage in fragmented resistance at once.

A knight or soldier of Zain would follow Lyell's instructions. A hero who recaptured Zayn in just a few hundred. The people of Zain will also fight for Lyell. That's all, Lyell is popular in Zain.

But knights and soldiers on Rolphis' side are different.

To some extent, I feel grateful. But to some extent, yes.

The inhabitants, too, had resistance to fight with the soldiers of Zain. Until not too long ago, it is resistant to Aret himself to fight shoulder to shoulder with the people he was trying to attack.

Had it not been for the decision of the upper echelons, we would have also disagreed.

In fact, many of the knights were against it. For Baym's sake, why do we risk our lives ourselves?

Sure, I'm grateful, but many knights don't understand why I do that.

Alette, who is listening to what the upper management thinks, also wanted to disagree when she heard that she was marching for debt. But it wasn't funny, either, to be squeezed out of huge debt by Baym from now on.

Alette looked sideways at Aria, moving her reluctant men and desperately fighting the demonic army against her.

(Less experience. One soldier, good enough to lead a few, but the commander can't?

Aria also had a regrettable look on her face as to whether she was experiencing a lack of experience.

One soldier was pierced in the chest by a griffon claw that came down on the wall.

"I..."

When Aria tries to jump out, Alette controls it by hand.

"Commander, don't move!

"But Lyell..."

Lyell can also give instructions and be active on the battlefield. But that's not what Aria can do.

"You can't do it. Commander should be honorable."

Aria now won the Land Dragon over her opponents, and her strength showed the soldiers. But I have trouble getting Aria to move around without command. Better not have moved.

"Send a knight. Hold him and buy him some time!

The soldier killed was a Rolphis soldier. bitterly, Allette gives instructions one after the other.

Aria was tapping her fist against a wall nearby...

In the treasure ball.

I was flirting in a room with a round table, inviting him in front of my memory room.

There are no other historical contemporaries.

I wanted to hear your assessment on the battlefield, but no one came out.

"You know, there's a lot I'd like to hear, too."

With that said, Mr. Mireia comes close to me and pushes me into the memory room with both hands on my back.

'Fine, fine!

I was pushed into the memory room without being able to listen to me, and as I crept through the door, it was a place where the warm sun and soft wind carried the scent of grass.

There is one large tree, where the sheets are laid.

It's a sight I saw somewhere.

Pressed on his back, he walked up to where he was in the hills and into the shade of a tree, Mr. Mireia sat in the seat and gently slapped him with his hand over his knees.

"Yes."

"... Huh?

If I don't understand, Mireia shrugs her shoulders.

"Knee pillow. This Mireia sister gives Lyell a knee pillow. It's noisy outside, so you want to sleep in these quiet spaces. '

I was told I'd resist. Sometimes it's emotionally embarrassing, but more than that, we're at war outside.

Am I supposed to be the non-virgin here? I had those feelings.

"Um, I..."

Then you understood everything with my expression, Mr. Mireia pulled my hand and hugged my head. My chest touched my face but for some reason I felt tender. I'm not thrilled.

'Rest now. Lyell, if you don't stick around much, you're gonna run out. I just need to be moderately distracted. How can a Walt man be so strong?'

Mireia, who laughed at Couscous, had me knee-pillow straight.

The wind feels good and makes me think of something. Closing my eyes made me feel better as I was.

"The first generation has worked too hard and the second generation has struggled. The third generation also risked their lives to defend their territory. The fourth generation was desperate to run the territory. The fifth generation seems to have endured it in particular. Brother - the sixth generation has had a lot of hard times. Broad was also relied upon to stick it out...... no, you didn't. I thought I needed that, so I guess I did. '

I had my head stroked while I had my knee pillow on. When I feel nostalgic somewhere, I listen to Mr. Mireia.

'... Lyell could have thrown it out. You didn't have to make it this far.'

I'm small.

"I can't go back. We have to push on."

Did Mr. Mireia notice how I felt?

"Is it hard for someone who fought for himself to die?

"A lot of them died because of me. I'm going to die a lot."

When I decided to fight Ceres, I was determined to protect him. But it's also true that a lot of people are dying because of me.

Sometimes, I don't know. But it's also unacceptable to stop here.

Just like Mr. Mireia tells me to be nice.

'But you decided to fight, didn't you?

"... Yes"

"Then you have to rest when you can."

And as I lost consciousness, I heard Mr. Mileia's voice.

'Lyell, I'm looking forward to hearing your answer. Do you take on someone, or do you stand up for yourself? We're looking forward to...'

I couldn't hear the end of it. But I remember this feeling of nostalgia.

(That's right. It feels like it's sweet on my mother... did you forget this feeling too)

I fell asleep in that warm, refreshing breeze.

When I woke up, the room was already dark.

And when I woke up, I heard my sleep in the dark.

When I magically created the light on my left hand, there was Miranda. Looks like Miranda, who looks like Mr. Mireia, had a knee pillow on me.

When a tremor echoed in my room, I wondered what was going on out there.

Water is available nearby, and when I take it, I switch it to a glass and drink it up.

Miranda also wakes up.

"Oh, good morning"

I've greeted him with a slightly sleepy look. I tried to ask a lot of questions about why I was here and why I was wearing a knee pillow, but I gave Miranda some water.

When the received Miranda drank the water, once again a tremor was transmitted to the room.

"It feels like you've been pushed a long time."

Skills - maps, searches - were used to check what was going on around them. Thinking she took a little too long off, Miranda also stepped out of bed and stretched her back.

He looked like he was wearing a shirt over his underwear and how defenseless.

"Well, it will be hard just Aria, so will we do our best"

When Miranda said that with a smile on her face, I apologized.

"I'm sorry. Nowem is rear. Clara is also a porter and transportation center. Eva let it back down, and Mae will move on with her next prep..."

Shannon is helping Nowem in the rear.

In the rear, the reorganisation of the personnel that had been lowered was underway. Soon, they'll send you to this wall, too. Most importantly, the personnel placed on this wall will soon be sent backwards.

Miranda has a little devilish grin.

"I'm counting on you, Miranda."

That's what I've been saying.

When I laughed, Miranda laughed, too.

"It'll help. Ask Eva and the others to step back once they get back. That's where the real deal comes from."

Then Miranda approached me. Turn your hands behind my neck and I'll bring your face closer.

"That's right, can you do me a favor because my skills have expired?

Miranda was laughing when she was told to stray her gaze a little, and nodded. My face is closer, and I'm in a better shape to be kissed.

From the treasure balls, the historical masters who tried to shut up have booed.

In order.

"Still too passive. Don't be an apprentice to the Sun."

'Don't be able to create more mood, Lyell. It's pitiful to leave it to them. "

'... don't do it in front of soldiers. When I see you flirting on the battlefield, I'm sorry I didn't mean to kill you.'

'But if you don't, you have to kiss me... there was talk that expressing your skills involves your own aspirations as well. Lyell, did you actually aim?

What time do these guys get to speak up? Being kissed in a way Miranda hugs me, I'm suddenly embarrassed.

As Miranda's tongue came into her mouth, Mr. Mireia's voice was heard.

'Lyell, turn your hands around your hips more. Hug me! Hug me hard!

Mr. Mileia of Norinoli.

I felt really suspicious that I was the same person I was before.