Sevens

- One of the villages in Baim.

There, the army of Bansaim had crept in and gathered the villagers in one place. In front of the anxious villagers, the armed soldiers had taken all sorts of things from inside and piled them up in one place as they entered the village building.

Starting with food, ornaments, as well as weapons, have also been recovered. In front of the villagers, young men with weapons were placed in front of them after being tragically murdered by soldiers. The resistance made me think it was pointless and the villagers were following it with fear.

The baron who raided the village was talking to the knights, his stepchildren.

"What a looseness. Bansaim would resist harder, or offer it from the start."

The knights, the maidens, look at the frightened villagers.

"You can't think about what you're wearing or what you're wearing in Bansaim. I heard taxes were cheap, but it's like they're unmanaged. Besides, the young guys on their way aren't as good as they look."

"Aren't you thinking of us and the demons in the same line? A boulder is a baim called the capital of adventurers, isn't it? I don't understand anything."

The soldiers were also satisfied with the amount of supplies plundered. If you look, the soldiers have the clothes and ornaments in their hands.

"Hey, trade me for that. My daughter's going to be my wife next time. I want you to have good clothes."

"Then give me your ornament. This is a souvenir for my wife."

We treated what we looted as our own as soon as possible, and the soldiers exchanged with each other. Inside they even start to come out to those who start fights, but there the knights go in between and arbitrate.

The baron, looking around, laughed with his nose.

"Load the wagon with what you took. And then there's no use for this village anymore... burn it"

When I heard the words, the villagers shouted.

"Wait! I just took it away already, why should I burn it? - Huh!

On the chest of the villager who stood up and protested, an arrow was piercing him. A soldier who was near the baron was unleashing an arrow, and the other soldiers stood arrows.

The Baron laughs.

"What's wrong with that? You are not my people. And I'm not even interested. Besides, you can't live with all this deprivation? It's at least a pity. I'll kill you on this spot."

When several of the knights prepared their magic, they set fire to the surrounding buildings. When the magically burned building burns up, the villagers cry out. And the soldiers unleashed arrows without question.

But many of them were directed at men, and most of them were women who didn't stab them. When I saw how it was, the baron shook his neck to the side and laughed.

"When I come with you guys. Damn... make sure you make it in time. And don't fight on your side."

That's what I said, and I headed to the pile of supplies I plundered with laughter. Soldiers, when they poke their fists up and scream, pull the woman's hand -.

- The Redant Fortress.

There, Blower had dropped off the army of lord nobles leaving in the morning. The inside is complicated. But there's no reason to just stop them.

And it was not more or less unusual on the battlefield, and Bansaim was no exception. Rather, a land that has never been exposed to war before, called Baim, is an excellent hunting ground for the Lords.

If you stop badly, some will try to execute it even by assassinating Blower.

"Damn, I regret my weakness at times like this"

I've tried to make it stop when I was born. But it wasn't all beautiful enough to be born, and Blower hesitated when he was told to defile his hands with fraud and hateful plunder to be born.

Then I found a soldier making weird moves from above the fortress. He was on his way to this side, guarding his surroundings. body, and is like a woman from movement.

"... enemies?

As Blower quickly entered the inside of the fortress, and took a few of his men in search of the brunette woman he had seen earlier, he discovered inside the fortress.

I come out of a room, and I walk away from the blower.

"Could you give me a moment? Where do you belong?

A gentle, voiced blower, but with a sword pattern in his hand. The knights and soldiers around the blower also alert the women.

But a troublesome person appeared in the place.

"That's noisy. What is it, sir?

There was a voice from behind the blowers, and looking back, there was a bread there. Blower, even though he thinks it's been a hassle.

"I just spoke up because I discovered a suspicious person. Besides, this is the room we're renting out to the lords and nobles. I have a lot to ask you."

Bred laughed and showed Blower, wary of the betrayal of the lord nobles. Unlike the previous day's meeting, this is an attitude we can afford.

"She's not suspicious. Let me cover that. Now, go."

The brunette - and the female soldier with red eyes and unchanged expression - leaves the scene early when she lowers her head.

Blower, against Bread.

"... you can talk to me, right?

It was a disgusting blower, but Bread's answer was as I imagined.

"This is part of the operation, too. Well, it's my personal, that's the thing. I don't want the general to touch you either."

That's what Bred said, entering the room where the woman came out. Blower decided to report this to the other generals...

- When he confirms that Blower has left, Bred complains to the Associate Baron.

"I would like the exchange of letters to be more discreet."

"I'm sorry. And I wrote and put out a letter to the earlier one, just as the SS chief told me."

Bread nods as he mocks the Associate Baron with his heart.

(That's a hassle to find on that blower. But these guys have no sense of crisis? Even though I obey, I'm no match for being pulled off my leg. Do I manage this place for future exchanges? Damn, incompetent men are annoying)

Bred made a suggestion to the Associate Baron.

"In the future, I will be present for the exchange of letters."

I don't think I can get through myself, but in case there is, Bred told the Associate Baron that. Then the Associate Baron doesn't look troubled either.

"Okay. I will do that in the future. And then next time..."

Bred seemed happy to see if he felt good about the associate baron moving the way he wanted. And when the meeting is over, the associate baron tells Bred.

"Sometimes the SS Commander"

"Anything?"

"It's General Blower, but we might be able to find out about us. In some cases, they may report it to the other generals and deprive them of the formalities of the matter. … we are in a suspicious situation, other than the SS Chief, whether our safety is guaranteed. Why don't you get hit by something?

Then, Bread immediately.

"... is it an assassination?

The Associate Baron hastily denied the idea.

"You shouldn't! If there's an assassination noise at a time like this, our plans will be brighter too. It would be nice to seal General Blower's movements and tell him what's going on after the SS chief has handled it."

I thought it was a hassle, Bred, but I also nodded the opinion of the Associate Baron.

(If it is after I have handled it, my opinions cannot be ignored. Should I dispose of the blower afterwards?)

"Okay. Let's move here."

Bred finally disposed of the interrupting blower - he was going to kill it -.

We helped the guild in the labyrinth.

But the first thing I thought when I went outside...

"What do you mean, nothing?

I thought I was going to say goodbye to the fifth generation, but the fifth generation didn't speak up at all. Mr. Mireia is also in trouble, and Mae, who thought it was the last time, also looks at me with a blame for feeling kind of like eating a shoulder blush.

In the treasure ball.

While surrounding the fifth generation, I heard about the situation in the treasure ball.

To Mr Mireia says.

'... he didn't come out locked in his memory room! Because of this, I said I prepared a lot of things!

The fifth generation, staring at Mr. Mireia.

'Don't stock May! Look, on the contrary, goodbye in those atmospheres, what a high hurdle on the contrary! Then normally goodbye would be a few times better!

If anything, it seemed that the fifth generation did not like going to the “farewell party” planned by Mr. Mireia. Indeed, the previous historical principals have never parted in such an atmosphere. Until now, we've broken up when we need to.... No, only the second generation couldn't say much goodbye because of me.

Ms. Mireia did not allow the inheritance of skills in the fifth generation. But the fact that I learned about the fifth generation of the past made it inheritable. But I didn't pass that on to the fifth generation, and the fifth generation missed the time to inherit my skills from me.

Seventh generation says.

'Do you want to inherit and end it on this occasion already? It's not much of a fuss, and I told you what I wanted to tell you for the fifth generation.'

The fifth generation was grumpy.

'I even told him what I didn't want to tell him. Here we go, Lyell.'

Mr. Mireia stood before the fifth generation trying to lead me to the memory room.

'No! If it's my responsibility, I'll take care of this place!

The fifth generation, looking at Mr. Mireia.

"Well, well, well! It's annoying! Look, I don't care about timing. The role of communicating skills to Lyell is important. Sure, I don't feel comfortable, but more importantly, I'm going to pass on my skills to Lyell. Mireia, so don't worry about it anymore '

In a subtle atmosphere, that's how the conversation goes… I had something to tell my lords in history, too.

"Sorry, apparently Bansaim has moved, so mine is going to move too. I'm busy for a while, so I need to be able to come here...... ho, I'm so sorry!

He looked at me leaving like he was running away, with an indescribable look on the face of the fifth generation with his right hand extended.

- A village in northern Baim.

There, adventurers hired as escorts. And adventurers from the village were falling to the ground after losing to soldiers. Red blood drawn into the ground showed signs of fighting in many places.

A young soldier lifted a single adventurer.

"This guy's wearing awesome good armor. I took this down. I'll take it, okay?

The soldiers were laughing at whether they were homecoming with the young soldiers.

"I don't mind, but I don't know if it stands out much more than our general. If you stand out, you'll be the first to be targeted on the battlefield. Then sell it off and fund your independence."

Listening to those surrounding voices, the young Associate Baron looked around.

"Damn, it makes me go to extra trouble. You didn't think such a sporadic attack would work on a fully equipped soldier?

A young associate baron kicked the adventurer still breathing. Around, there were a few adventurers, either because of the revenge of a dead soldier or because of one.

The adventurer didn't seem to understand.

"Hey, why... we've got thirty levels underground in the labyrinth..."

Adventurers who have broken through thirty levels underground. They were really good. That presupposes that if you try to be an adventurer.

The Associate Baron laughed with his nose.

"I'm just asking you to prepare a wizard for this sight and aim for it. If you're strong enough, you can handle as much as you want. I'll admit I've got nearly twenty injured and war dead here in numbers that don't even reach ten. But that's all. Still, the sword you have is really good. A magic tool... I'll use it from now on."

There are over a hundred armed soldiers, adventurers who were intensively targeted by wizards with bows and arrows. After that, he had defeated those with long-range attacks and surrounded the adventurers who had popped up.

The young associate baron poked and killed his original owner with a sword he took from the adventurer.

"Looks like you were happy to the extent you beat the demon opponent... but you didn't know too much about the battlefield. This is why the misguided adventurer is in trouble"

Associate Baron confirming the cleavage of the sword. Then the mercenaries approached the Associate Baron.

Don't forget what we do, sir.

To the niggardly mercenaries, the Associate Baron smiled.

"Absolutely. I appreciate the directions to the village. Let's get the promised supply accommodated in each other's presence. Okay, so where are we supposed to go when we're done here?

Soldiers did not carry out looting around them, and they were attacking women. When the men of the village, who could not see it, came to their hands with a weapon, the soldiers speared the men of the village and were shooting them with arrows.

Mercenaries, look at the soldiers of such a quasi baron.

"Still, you're less forgiving than us mercenaries."

The Associate Baron says with a smile.

"We're going through a tougher fight in Bansaim. But weak resistance so far hurts the boulder. I'm not going to lose my hand because of that. Come on, let's hurry. If you're guzzling, the other lords will take your prey."

There was a problem with Baim too. Using the power of gold, peace lasted too long. Baym has switched blood flowing in neighbouring countries for gold, sucking them up and prospering.

We thought we were safe somewhere, and that created an environment where we couldn't resist.

For Bansaim, it's an all-you-can-take environment. The Lords change the color of their eyes and spread to the surroundings -.