Shinigami ni Sodaterareta Shoujo wa Shikkoku no Ken wo Mune ni Idaku

─ ─ Canary Street

Paul advanced through the Gallia fortress, a mixed army under the banner of Lieutenant General Lamberto.

He was marching west on Canary Street without any insignificant resistance from the Imperial Army. In order not to expose the participation of the First Army this time, only the flag of the Seventh Army is dared to be raised. Only to make people think that the First Army is dedicated to the defense of the King's capital.

Paul and Lambert are in the center of the line. We are lining up our horses with each other to discuss our future policies. Consolidating the surroundings of the two are the SS who consolidated themselves in silver armor. A reinforced heavy-duty infantry surrounds the area and lays protections for the iron walls. They keep walking without alarm with their eyes constantly on their surroundings.

Ninehardt, on the other hand, is avant-garde. Otto was each in command in the rear guard.

"Looks like everything's going well up here."

"Oh, apparently the Imperial soldiers around here retreated in a hurry"

When Lambert looks around, he's rolling where there's the remains of the tent. Cross sword crest all over the mud. Definitely the tent used by the Imperial Army. There had already been reports from avant-garde troops that they had liberated the occupied city of Canary.

"But this operation. Your Majesty has often forgiven me."

"Hmm?... Oh, Your Excellency the Marshal has successfully persuaded His Majesty..."

Lamberto spoke lightly, but Alphonse's persuasion made it extremely difficult. Initially, I didn't listen to Cornelius' admonition at all, but quickly dropped the keel fortress. A stiff. Still, Cornelius went to the leggy royal palace and desperately tried to persuade him.

Alphonse, who gradually felt neglected, began to say that Cornelius was forbidden to worship. When it eventually developed to talk about Cornelius leaving the army, the hasty Alphonse turned around and allowed the operation.

No matter how old you are, if the Marshal, who was scorned with General Eternal Seung at this time of year, retreats, he calls for a great ripple. If you do poorly, you may be questioned about your instrumentality as a king inside and out. That could push us into a more difficult situation than we do now.

Lamberto had guessed that Alphonse had allowed the operation to take account of what was going on around it.

"... Hmm. I don't know, but you've had a lot of trouble."

Paul rubs his jaw and tries to think of something. Lamberto wrapped his tongue around his heart with the acuteness to perceive the slightest timidity even as he grew older.

"Well. But thanks to you, I was able to avoid exposing the bodies of the First Army to Fortress Keel."

Lamberto said deliberately clapping his shoulders.

"Well, that's a rare and weak statement. Wouldn't the fierce general's name cry?

"Paul, I know. It's a bad taste to say that."

Saying as the lambert shuddered, Paul raised the edge of his mouth slightly.

"Hehe, I'm sorry. How powerful the First Army is and under these circumstances, it's like going to kill yourself."

"Exactly. I want to die in battle, but I'm sorry for wasting my life."

Paul and Lambert look at each other and laugh mockingly. And Lamberto opens his mouth with determination.

"That's why you'll never lose this time. This operation was led by the Seventh Army, which means I left it mostly to Paul... but I'm sure he's gonna be okay? What 'd you say? Look, that girl."

"You mean Ensign Olivia?

"Yes, yes. That's Ensign Olivia. From what I hear, don't you say you're only fifteen? Surely Paul's granddaughter wasn't that old, either?

Paul shrugs as impressed as he remembers the little girl he met at the party about ten years ago.

"Well, you remembered very well. You're certainly the same age as Ensign Olivia."

"Hmm. I'm old, but my memory's still fading."

"The Lord is still fifty. Right there?

"Isn't that grandpa enough? More than that. A girl the same age as Paul's granddaughter asks what this operation is all about. As far as I've heard the reports, I admit that you are the owner of a tremendous force... but not reckless in any way?

A series of streams, starting with the slaughter of the Zamuel, has also reached the ears of the Lambert. It's a story you wouldn't normally believe. That, too, is just two months too much, he said. The story of just skewering a unicorn beast was too ridiculous to smile at, though.

"I know how your lord feels to worry, but if you leave it to Ensign Olivia, she'll be fine. Besides, I'm wearing a good deputy this time."

"You mean Brigadier Claudia. Totally... pulling talent from the First Army on its own."

Claudia graduated from the Royal Cadet School with a second seat. With a wide range of knowledge, the arms of the sword are also at the forefront. There are many immature parts because of their youth, but they are still not comparable to those of their age. Lamberto was honestly unhappy with the move to the Seventh Army just because he was eyeing it too.

When Lambert turned his resentful gaze, Paul gave a frightened look.

"Don't be rude. Your lieutenant at the Lord's made a recommendation. That's why I'm asking. I don't like it."

"I know that, but... haha, the Ninehardt guy did something extra too"

Lamberto takes his gaze off Paul and as he looks toward a young man far ahead, one soldier crawls out of the gap between heavily armed infantry. A red cloth wrapped around his arm is a sign of scourge.

Paul raised his left hand when he pulled the reins, causing the march to pause.

"Lieutenant General Paul. Excuse me while I talk to you."

"I don't mind. You see the enemy's situation better than that?

"Ha, the Imperial Army is currently marching towards the Plains of England. I thought the force might be about 50,000."

"Is it still the Plains of Illis? Well, there's no other choice."

Beside Paul, who nods all the time, Lambert makes a reasoning.

"But fifty thousand... with the exception of a separate task force, the troops are totally mutual. Does that mean at least the fort's defensive force is about five thousand?

"I guess that's a lot. It's within our expectations."

"Oh, there's no problem -- so, what's going on with the Keel Fortress movement?

Lamberto asks, slightly nervous.

"Ha, so far, no sign of moving to the Keel Fortress"

Lamberto breathes a ho at reports of scouts. Because in the unlikely event that we had sent reinforcements, we were also looking to withdraw immediately.

Paul likewise had a relief look on his face.

"Apparently, your biggest concern is gone."

"Yeah, well, if they'd called for backup from the beginning, they wouldn't have done it."

"Then it depends on the activity of the separate teams."

Paul nods with a confident look when he also talks about what confirmation means.

"Ensign Olivia will definitely do it. Whatever." Silver-haired war, maiden. "

"... silver-haired battle maiden? What the hell is that?

It's a word I've never heard of. Lambert tilts his neck.

"You don't know? A maiden of war is the name of a beautiful woman who runs the battlefield refreshing. With Ensign Olivia, that's what the soldiers who took part in the recapture of Fort Lamburg say. Don't you think that's odd to say?

To Paul loosening his cheeks sloppily, Lamberto doubted his own eyes. I had asked Ninehardt for some talk, but this seems pretty serious. Not very much, but not the face of a man who's about to go to war.

That's just Grandpa as if he's looking at his granddaughter. The soldiers by my side are also staring at Paul with the feeling that they saw something odd.

(This was once the end of Paul the Goddess and the feared man...)

Lambert sighed heavily as he hissed and rubbed the horse's neck.