Sevens

The carcasses of the stacked demons had reached up to half the walls of the fortress.

If you defeat it, you will step over it, and then the demon will be defeated and stacked.

But there was no such thing as a demon that could be a threat to us.

The relentless attack from the fortress and the Kirins were attacking from the sky. The demons, trapped and without escape, merely wait to be defeated.

In that, a fifth generation of voices came out of the treasure balls.

'You're oddly unresponsive. The boss class isn't just Giant Kong either...... that's not enough'

He seemed to feel inadequate, mostly in the current situation, which could even be described as work.

(As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to fight any more. If we grow up here, it's a big problem.)

The continuation of the battle becomes impossible, and if you suck from a few days, you'll be off to bed for a week.

I can't stay away for such a long time, I've been trying not to fight since I came to the fortress as much as I could.

The great army of demons - but the majority of them were supposedly weak demons.

The same goes for typical goblins, but there are also many insect-shaped demons.

If you defeat the demons that were the Lord, then all you have to do is really lock them up and slap them.

Numbers are a great force.

However, we had won that number better now.

That's how too many defeats create problems.

Eva will get confirmation from me.

"Lyell, no more blast arrows. A normal arrow would be better. '

Even from Aria.

I don't have cannon bullets in my demons.

The same goes for Clara.

"We can still prepare this one, but it might be useless."

We share visual information, and the sights we see from the top of the fortress are visible to everyone who has a line in the connection. Seeing that, Clara would have also decided that there was no point in a stone thrower any more.

There was a seventh generation voice from the treasure ball.

'... Lyell, it's time to finish. Blow it up in front of the gate.'

When I grabbed the treasure ball, I gave Miranda instructions.

"Miranda, clean the front of the gate. Strike it out here."

"Copy that. So, what about us?

Should we leave ourselves, too? That's what I told Miranda, and I said, "No," and I said no.

"... it's tough even after it's over. Rest now. All of them."

I wanted to rest them all. Anyway, this is the only battlefield. There is also a problem with cleaning up.

The fourth generation was cheering up.

'Well, it's my turn from here. Shall we proceed with the work efficiently in order to use the recovered demonic stones and materials as negotiating materials? Lyell, Monica, Clara Shall We Turn To Adele's Support'

Paperwork awaits. The battle itself is coming to an end, but we remain busy. Collect Demon Stones and Materials as you go.

There is much more to be done than that. The same goes for the transport of the injured, but the sight money to the war dead. Yes, there were a small number of war fatalities.

"... I'll leave the command of the assault to Mr. Alette. You'll be so worried and angry."

Then Aria and Eva.

'... isn't it a bad idea that nobody gets out of here?

'Right! We have to get one or two of them out! Yes! I'll run for it!

'Wow, I'm leaving too!

When Aria and Eva ran for office, I somehow understood why. I'm going to be busy, but I guess I felt that was a bad paperwork.

Then Miranda did.

'Fine. But when I get back, I'll definitely let you help me.'

When I said that, I silenced myself.

Aria and Eva somehow understand being depressed. A little laughing, I looked down at the demons showing their last resistance in front of the fortress.

"... over"

- It was only a few days after Baym's Alliance headquarters received information about Fort Redant.

At the Guild's executive meeting, eyes were on all the information on the Lorphis coalition, Lyell-led Zain, who built the fort to its fortress and defeated more than ten times its enemies.

Tanya, who joined with her boss, is also surprised to hear the news.

"What are you going to do! Many of the adventurers have not challenged the labyrinth! You don't have enough Demon Stones and Materials!

"... you just have to buy it from the two winning nations. No, it's Baym territory. The demonic stones and materials we have are ours."

"You think that'll pass? Do it and we'll lose our credibility."

The content of the meeting was about the victorious Lyells. And the damage about Baym's adventurers was abandoned.

"This one says it's damaged too."

When Tanya says so, her boss also looks at the material.

"You were highly regarded adventurers in the East Branch. Bad luck. I didn't know you were where the slightest damage occurred."

Adventurers from the East Branch were positioned for the defense of critical facilities. But the battle was fought in the wake of the demons who jumped over the Redant Fortress.

Bad luck.

Griffon might have been able to handle it. But a black, giant crow-like demon - Raven -.

Raided by such demons, the party had been devastated. Fortunately, other parties repelled, but still had less damage.

My boss looks at the flow of the meeting.

"Oh man, and Baym is a little harsh. There are plenty of weapons left. Demonic stones and materials haven't even challenged the labyrinth in a while, so how do we make up for that... as a whole, it's a trivial number."

It doesn't even hurt numerically. But it wasn't even a number I could ignore.

In fact, my plans have collapsed and I have a ton of excess weapons.

My boss looks at the paperwork figures.

"I wonder if this is... the flow of sending weapons to Zain and Rolphis to collect demon stones or something. What will the merchants say?"

My boss seemed to be thinking about future measures, saying he had a headache.

Tanya recognised that for the executives it was only numbers such as adventurers -

- Baym East Guild.

At the reception, Rhue didn't know what expression to give.

"... Huh?

One of the returning adventurers was badly injured. There was a bandage wrapped around his arm. It is obvious that it is missing. It won't be possible to continue the adventurer anymore.

But more than that...

"... it's their guild card. I came to return it. And this is his."

It was a beautiful ornament. You can tell it's expensive.

And the adventurer was one of those adventurers who was close to Rhue.

"Except for the guy who has a suicide note to pay his family, I'll take over the reward, which is my buddy. But this is all I'm gonna give you."

The recipient, Ryue, had no real sense. And he went looking for the guild cards that he kept in his guild.

There are two guild cards present and when the adventurer dies, the name is scratched. That's how the guild also confirmed his death.

When I went to look for the guild card where Leue was kept, there was a scratched guild card there.

There was a scratch in the name of a friendly adventurer who could confirm his death.

"... but... because... when I come back, I want to say something."

Lue sitting on the spot dropped his tears on the floor as they were -.

Inside the fortress was a line of corpses placed in a body bag.

My people are identifying the body and recording it. Because at a later date, the war dead will be offered a sightseeing fee.

In a place like that, I was standing up.

Many of the body bags had faces visible to check their faces. Some of them are corpses in terrible condition. Our own men, and our bosses, have been killed in battle.

Some cried out.

One soldier was putting the liquor he had on his body.

"Look, it's the expensive booze I bought to drink with you guys. It's delicious... say it's delicious!

Crying, a man in his thirties was still drinking on the corpse of a teenage soldier. Around, he reached out to stop such a man, but he was stopping his hand along the way.

In different places, the people of the same town were gathered together.

This one had a teenager comforted around.

"Your father was fine. It was fine."

"Ugh, yeah!

Zain, and Rolphis...... involved them irrelevant. There were also reasons for paying off the debt, but that is the story of the upper echelons of the country. Maybe it's a story they can't really feel.

Then there was Mr. Mireia's voice.

"Lyell, show your face in the treasure ball a little bit."

Many sacrifices were made. There were more than a thousand dead and three thousand injured.

In doing so, when I returned to my room, I shifted my consciousness into the treasure ball.

In a round-table setting, the historical masters - far fewer in number, feel a little lonely.

The third generation came up from the chair and turned to me.

'Lyell, now is the time, so I'm going to ask. Did Lyell decide what he was going to do? It is only natural to defeat Ceres. Ahead... what does Lyell want to do? I'll tell you what, I won't forgive you if you say you're responsible and you hurt yourself.'

It was some soft tone and expression, as usual. However, I felt the last word resembled something intimidating somewhere.

"... I'm not going to die"

The fourth generation was nodding when they heard it.

The fifth generation is telling me.

"Then what? Stand someone up and support them? Or do you stand on your own '

It was a choice. In the present situation, only the latter can be chosen.

"Aren't you clever? Actually, there's no one there to flag Celeste down, is there? Even the Virgin of Zain is weak. The Princess of Rolphis is out of the question. There's no such person in Baym."

The seventh generation was nodding. He was snorting, but in a slightly cooler tone to me.

'I've been saying it for a long time. And now you need to look ahead and act. Lyell, what did you think when you saw so many bodies? How did you feel when you saw the injured man? You want to get out of here? At a time when I couldn't find a better person than myself, you're the bad one'

I did have time. But Ceres and - I couldn't find anyone to be the flag to fight Bansaim.

The fourth generation says gently.

"If there's someone better than Lyell, we'll work with you. But isn't that what you're saying about not finding it?

I only leaned down once and grabbed my fist. What I recall is the sight of the injured people Nowem saw and the sight of a line of body bags.

It's all my fault.

If you'd kept your mouth shut, I wouldn't have fought in Baym and felt this way. It was someone else's fault.

Face up, I glanced at the five of you. And say.

"... aim for the apex. It may be difficult to be a king, but it is still the culmination of what we aim for."

The third generation smiled when he said he was going to take the lead. I don't joke, as usual.

'... yes. You decided that on your own volition, didn't you?

"Yes, I made up my mind."

Finally, Mr. Mireia stood up and turned to me and opened his mouth with a serious look. Put your right hand on your chest, on me...

"Lyell, I'm sure Ceres and you will kill many. Even if we can minimize the damage, we'll build a pile of corpses. Many enemies die. And a lot of those who follow me will die, too. So stand on the corpse on that enemy's side. Remember what you're aiming for is a pile of dead people."

Nodding, Mr. Mireia smiled.

"Lyell, the place you're looking for is one that our masters have never been able to reach in history."

I tell everyone to laugh.

"I will because I have to. I like it. I don't want to fight it. If you don't, the continent will be rough....... If you end up tapping on the bansaim, I'm sure the surrounding countries will scrape away the weak bansaim. Then the time of war will come."

Simply knock it down and finish it, not. Thinking about it afterwards, someone needed to put it together. No one is convinced that we ask neighbouring countries to cooperate and not give anything in return.

However, I can't overlook that Bansaim will be slaughtered all he wants.

If the shredded bansaim disappears that way, there will also be new countries bordering on the border. If it's bad, we bump into each other on territorial issues, and from there, war ensues.

It takes decades to calm down. No, I could argue with centuries.

"That's right. If I were you, I'd build an empire."

When I said that, the third generation laughed.

"Oh, like."

The fourth generation pushes the glasses up with their fingertips.

'It's not a bad choice either. Even though we put Zain and Rolphis together, if it were to crush them, resistance would also emerge. But you can't leave me alone. "

The fifth generation doesn't seem interested. Just a little denial of my judgment.

'Why bother? Lyell, you're a loser, too. "

The seventh generation seemed happy.

'Well, my grandson is the emperor... not bad. I don't know if the time has come for the Walts to move toward continental domination.'

I looked up at the ceiling. Then Mr. Mireia calls out.

"Lyell, that decision isn't a joke, is it?

I nod when I point my face at Mr. Mireia. And I told him this feeling was true.

"I'm not going to let anybody do this. I can't even leave it to someone who likes it and wants to do it. Continental domination is too much to say, but I'll still show Bansaim and the surrounding countries together. Anyway, I'm from the Walt family too. For a little while, I want the greatest feat of all time."

To make a joke, Mireia laughed at Couscous. I just seem a little sad, too.

'It's a long way to go. I can't go back, okay?

"I don't mind."

"Yes. Then we have to do everything we can to support you."