Sevens

- The main formation of Bansaim.

Bansaim's army, which was still engaged in fighting inside Baim, was haunting its head over the situation of war that had come here and remained motionless.

The order given by Ceres is vague: crush Baym, and there is also the word kill them all. But there were also questions about how far to run it, and how far Celes would be satisfied.

An uncertain battlefield of victory conditions. But for Banseim, Beim was more of a hunting ground than a battlefield. That's what came here and the stream was coming to Baim.

The general was holding back his frustration as he slapped his desk with his index finger.

"Can't you just shoot magic into a city and shut it up? Are we stalling as soon as we no longer take advantage of the reason for numbers?"

One of the generals was leaning down with his arms around him.

"But destroying all of the city's functions does not maintain the labyrinth managed by Baym. Worst of all, there is also the risk of a rampage. It's a labyrinth over a hundred stories underground, so I can't predict how much damage will happen."

There was a labyrinth because Baym could not be wiped out once and for all. It was tough to stimulate poorly and activate, or rampage. By a labyrinth smaller than Baym's, the neighbors that were once in Baym are doomed.

For this reason, after securing the labyrinth on the Bansaim side, it was necessary to maintain it.

Inside the city, however, Baym's residents had an interest in the land, and in a limited battlefield, it was easy for the adventurers to fight.

Still, it was an army of bansheim that had not lost in numbers, and quality......

"The SS kid isn't coming back either. Keep spreading the damage to the main unit..."

When the General muttered so, a decree rushed into the tent.

"Herald! A force led by the Viscount has been attacked and destroyed inside the city by adventurers! A female knight in red armor has been discovered!

"Not again!

The Knights Commander was up and wrinkled between his eyebrows when he heard the report.

"Tell the knight or associate baron scale to solidify and move, now go for the baron or the Viscount"

Then came the tent, a transmission with a blue expression.

"Orders! Positions inside the city have been taken. A female knight in green armor led thousands of soldiers and the troops retreated!

One of the generals yells.

"Send reinforcements! Damn, did I make you feel better?"

And then again, the decree rushed into the tent. The preaching, muddy, and borrowing shoulders from two soldiers, was gruesome.

"Now what!

The decree mouthed the decree out of breath.

"... an elite unit led by Chief of the Bred SS has been defeated. Survival was thousands of scales. Ryer Walt of South Baim occupies the Redant Fortress as it is… South Baim's strength is around 30,000… The army has a Carthaphs flag… We are on our way as we absorb the people of Baim"

The General rises to surprise at the report. And tell the generals in the tent.

"That's all you were prepared for!... let them pull up the troops that entered the city now. We will restructure our troops! Keep it up, we'll be pinched!

How many soldiers still remain inside the baim? And there is less van seim damage inside the baim.

By Lyell the exit was turned down. To the battle in the situation, the Bansaim generals had blown their spare faces so far -.

I also broke down the soldiers from here in the Redant fortress and left them with a single insurance policy.

"I don't think you'd betray me, but you think the guy in that hand is too capable to lose money,"

I ride the porter, and when I lay down, not Monica staring at me with the Valkyrie I and II beside me, but Eva, who was taking notes, turned her gaze at me.

"Hey, ask people to write songs about your ancestors, and don't think about anything else. So, Mr. Fredricks met Kirin, right? I mean, it's pretty cold with kids, but what do you mean, animal lovers? Hey, how am I supposed to make this a song or a story?

Eva complained about me, and I was lying on the couch.

"I'm sorry. But I think about it a lot. And the fifth generation had a reason. He was sweet. He was so sweet and so clumsy."

Eva shrugged her shoulders and was taking notes again. And looking at the note.

"Aren't you thinking too much? You're in Zayn, so you can't come after me easily. Well, there's a chance they'll get in there."

I smiled at Eva for worrying about Bansaim's movements.

"Don't worry about it. Looks like they're gonna restructure their troops and wait. He split his troops in two for fear of pinching, but still more than this one"

Though the Nowems who got into Baim are working hard for us, we'll need to hurry this one up.

Within the treasure balls, the third generation was thinking.

"No matter how many ships you can send at a time... it's a bad idea to put in battle gradually."

The seventh generation was laughing.

"You can't flashly shoot magic into the Labyrinth Scare anyway. There's Nowem over there, so some impotence will bounce back as well. No, the boulder is a former goddess. No, was it an evil god? Well, either way. '

Really light people.

Number one, facing Monica in the carrier section of the porter, will report to me.

"Oh, here's a report from my sisters in Zayn. Looks like Zain set up a rest stop for me. If we get there, we can put the soldiers to rest."

I woke up when I heard that.

"Don't help me. I want you to thank Aura and Selma and Gastone."

When the Bansaim army was searching around for us on Baym land, we were going into a coalition of four nations for a harbor.

The reason was that I was rude in every ambush, so now I was going to attack from the front. This is a third generation proposal. Just think boulder, scorched earth ops, pretty dirty. The third generation is very dirty.

- Miranda had bound thirty Valkyries and soldiers brought from South Baim, as well as adventurers and soldiers who had rendezvoused in Baim.

In numbers alone, there were no more than three thousand, but all equipped and wasted personnel were turning backwards to fight. Looking at the map of the city, he was tapping to surround the enemy he discovered while monitoring his movements.

Miranda had lined up the crate, put a map on it and marked it.

"So, the evacuees must be progressing, right?

His opponent nodded as he hit a bearded veteran-style adventurer.

"I'm doing it. But I've never heard of putting on an escort and evacuating in the labyrinth. It's like sheltering in a demon's nest?

Miranda looks at the adventurer.

"You don't have a choice. We don't have a ship to evacuate. The merchants ran off on their own, didn't they? Then we'll have to do what we can."

Too many people - it was developed by magic, and treatment and other magic were also responsible for the population growth. In addition, Baym relies heavily on imports of food. But that's all they imported, they consumed it, and they made money exporting other things. That's also because Baym has managed a huge labyrinth.

That's how the growing population was now pulling its legs. Not enough places to evacuate, and Miranda and the others decided to use the labyrinth.

"Besides, the labyrinth is too unexpected to notice. If you come in, that's the Adventurer's private arena, isn't it?

To the words, the adventurer nodded. I put my hand on my head and was laughing a little.

"Sure, you don't feel like losing out there. In fact, we can fight in a pile of rubble."

Magic, fire, and the streets of Baym, which were thriving by them, had collapsed, and there was debris rolling down the road. Many buildings had collapsed and were now abandoned.

Around, Baym's soldiers were watching the Mirandas. And there's a word from an adventurer who's been playing a wrap-up role.

"... if only guys like you had come sooner"

Are you resenting the Mirandas, or the escaped upper management? It was definitely a complex emotion.

Miranda sighs a little.

(We have to steer Baim's merchants and guild executives towards resentment. Nevertheless, supplies and soldiers are being sent in one after the other... now that the enemy offense is weakened, it would be nice to step back and restructure)

We were putting the soldiers to rest at the position Zayn had prepared.

Afterwards, we go for the port of Galleria in the forcible army, to bame in on the ships we have prepared from there.

In that schedule, Clara, tired of operating the porter, is lying on my tent. Monica prepared treats and drinks for her guests.

In a tingly tent. It was evening outside, and I heard noises about whether the soldiers were drinking.

I can often hear the noise outside and Monica preparing tea and so on. The tent that can be heard until Clara's sleep - Eva was dispersed from the tent at first sight, escaping this critical situation. The third generation in the treasure balls is exciting.

'Ugh! This is getting interesting. If I were you, I would refuse a tea party. [M] The boulder is Lyell. "

Not happy. Not happy at all.

"... Um, Lord Lyell? Looking busy these days, how are you feeling?

You came to say hello to us, Mr. Selma. Of course, there were Zayn's soldiers, and they went out to improve morale. Mr. Aura is too busy or unable to move, so Thelma, the Virgin of his predecessor, came to me.

But in Zayn, it seemed that Selma and I were aware of the song because it became popular and widespread.

My face turns red sometimes. Gracia and Eliza are the ones who are watching Mr. Selma like that. The Elves, the singers of Zayn, were performing songs to the soldiers, listening to me and Selma and rushing into the tent.

Besides, when Mr. Selma is here, yes.

"Lyell, what's this all about? There's nothing in particular about Zain..."

Gracia looks at me with a strange look on her face. Eliza had cold, emotionless eyes - no, she had a few tears. My heart hurts.

"No, that's a song. It's true. When I rescued Zain, it was rumored that Aura and I were on fire..."

Then Eliza stood up.

"Ma, you were still there! How many women did you lay your hands on! Oh, I heard it was a lot, but this is on the boulder..."

From within the treasure balls, a seventh generation of sinister voices was heard.

'Come on, how do we get through this crisis, Lyell? We can't find a way to open it. How do we get through this unfavourable situation!

I definitely enjoy it. The third generation is also in a serious voice.

'Why don't we push it down here already? It will be a hassle, and it will be hard later... but I want to see the situation like that. No! Sometimes I go to Clara here. I wonder what!

I knew these guys sucked. I'm not like on the battlefield. In my nervousness, I managed to think of an excuse... suddenly I couldn't help myself.

"Oh, that?

Then Mr. Selma approaches me.

"Are you all right, Lord Lyell!

Then Eliza did.

"Ha, get away! Why don't you consider the age difference, my predecessor, the Virgin? Besides, Lyle also tried to wrap the story around smoke with such clear hands...... Lyle?

Eliza peeked into my face. And look at me, too, Gracia...

"Is this... is this a good time? Why? No, it wasn't weird to wake up."

Then Monica looked at me and she was shaking.

"... Fever time. It's Fever Time! Finally, the time for a true chicken dude is coming!

Gracia was tilting her neck when she saw Monica.

"Fever time? No, I know what you're trying to say. If you run into an enemy after you've grown up in this situation, you're in danger."

You understood Eliza, too, and she was snorting.

"Oh, yeah. Lyell needs to quarantine. This is Luthorworth."

Gracia grabbed Eliza's collar and lifted it.

"You! Say that and what are you going to do! Say it! Look me in the eye and say it!

Eliza shifts her gaze away from Gracia. Mr. Selma held me down like a knee pillow on the floor. This is troubling. Feels like my mother, but very comfortable.

In the noisy tent, Monica tells Gracia and Eliza.

"Quiet! It doesn't have to be noisy. Chicken bastards don't fail because they grow up. Instead, you can take me seriously from here!

I'm a gradually heavier body. And I tell Monica even though I feel terribly tired.

"Wait. Wait a minute. Stop saying things like I'm who I really am when I grow up! Stop me!

From within the treasure ball, there is a third generation with a trembling voice.

"What a timing. Lyell is a man of his own."

The seventh generation seemed to agree.

'Excellent. If you think of Bayme on a sailing trip after entering Galleria, in time and for a moment... you're the guy named Best Timing'

No. Never, never. This time, I would never say that Baym arrived after growing up... I want to think so.