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

- The Royal Army, HQ.

"My lord! Look at that!

Direction indicated by Otto. I see red smoke rising from the enemy formation.

"Come on, you don't have to stand up to hear it. Ensign Olivia has done a great job."

When Paul grins furiously, he gives the order immediately.

"Send your missionaries to Lamberto, Ellman and Hosmund. The content reads: 'The silver spear was released. Moving on to a full-scale offensive now." Kill him who stands in his way without mercy. "

"Ha! Immediately!

Otto flies instructions to the conductors. Side by side, Paul rides his horse refreshed.

"We're moving, too."

Five thousand squadrons led by Paul in no time began to advance.

─ ─ An hour after the wolf smoke went up.

"Grr, ooh, ooh. A little imitation."

"Or, my lord..."

What Cyrus saw when he caught up with Georg. It is a corpse burned by flames and blackburned, and the figure of Georg staring at the sight in its ghostly shape.

Right next door, the burnt Georg's beloved horse was out of breath. Cyrus hesitated for a moment to pass on the murder report, but soon cements his resolve.

"My lord, apparently the main unit has fallen due to an ambush by the enemy. The right wing is also collapsing. The left wing is alive, but how long will it last... and be ready to retreat?"

"... Deputy Cyrus. I'm not human enough to ask a joke at a time like this."

With that said, Georg has stuck a coal (soot) Lance to his jaw. Cyrus feels good that he's about to pull himself out of fear.

The enemy just builds momentum while doing this. I can't stay here. As long as there is Fort Casper, it is possible to salvage as much as possible.

Because if you die, you can't even fight again. When he could put his strength into his belly with that in mind, Cyrus repeated the same words again.

"My lord, I say it again. The main unit has fallen. If you are grumpy, you will be blocked from exiting. Get ready to retreat."

"... is His Excellency Osvanne safe?

"... it seems that some enemies are standing stifling that they have taken over His Excellency Osvanne. I don't know as much as it's true or false, but the Royal Army's attacks just add to the harshness."

"Well... I insulted all the weak soldiers, I'll give you this..."

Silence pierces Georg's grunt, seeping remorse, even though he thinks Cyrus doesn't seem to. I just shut up and waited for the words to continue.

"─ How long have our steel cavalry survived?

"Perhaps 30% of the total is already... whether the other half can fight satisfactorily"

"Very well. Get the wounded inside and deploy defenses. As soon as we're ready, we'll retreat to Fort Casper."

"Ha, right away!

Feeling the intelligent light back in Georg's eyes, Cyrus breathes in a ho. As soon as we were ready, we began our retreat for Fort Casper.

"What are you doing! We're retreating to Fort Casper now!

A minute that stands stifling, running blood through your eyes. On the sidelines of desperate forgiveness, the officers who were the Lord were preparing to retreat pale.

The officers are not following Minute's orders. Because I simply don't want to die. I'm not joking about dying with a commander.

I wouldn't put it out in my mouth, but their attitude was eloquent about the fact. As long as I am hungry near the side of the Minute, complaining is absurd.

Because I had the feeling that if I put it in my mouth, hatred could be directed at me all at once. Whilst still realizing Lioness was balancing.

And when the retreat was ready, the case arose.

In future generations, Major General Minute is told that he was pierced and killed by arrows unleashed by the Royal Army in the Battle of England. But the truth is...

"What happened to His Excellency Minute's horse? No way, my lord. You're telling me to run and retreat?

Mars, who was directing the retreat, says in a dry voice to the words near containing anger.

"I am not Lord Minute's horse number. Why don't you look for it yourself if you need it?

"─ Huh!? You! … the word now is treason. But let's forgive it. Bring your lord's horse now!

"If you want to apply treason, please apply it to your liking. ─ Look, just apply it!

As Mars approached the side, he punched his stomach thoroughly. The proximity nods to the spot with groans.

Another proximity hits me, but when I snag my avoidance leg with my half body, I roll wildly. Put a relentless kick in there and you'll be stuffy spitting out your stomach fluids.

Even if I say near the Minute, the civilians in question. There is no reason to beat Mars, a martial officer. He finally realizes how it is, Minute, and he sticks up his voice.

"You! What disrespect you're working against my side! I'll snap your neck right now!

"Can you do that to His Excellency the Minute?

Officers on the spot can turn bows in the minutes-pulling out of the sword.

"Become!? You bastards turn your bows to the Emperor's Blood Drawing Minute!? What the hell are you looking at?

Minute stands, spitting and twitching. In contrast, Mars answered with utmost calm.

"Nothing like this, either. Because of your foolish command, our beloved Major Lioness is dead. Besides, to let you get away."

"What's wrong with that?" I'm dying because of the measures he put in place! Die for no reason! I have no idea what that means!

"You don't even know that, so you die here."

Mars unleashed an arrow without any hesitation. The arrow slammed deep into Minute's forehead and fell on his back as it was. Either way, it is instant death.

"Oh, what a horrible thing to do."

"Kill me!!

At the same time as Mars' command, arrows are unleashed simultaneously toward the vicinity. They were desperate as they let their bodies jump like fish up on land.

"... Unfortunately His Excellency Minute and his proximity were pierced by arrows of kingdom soldiers and died in battle of honor. We'll retreat to Fort Casper in a hurry and report back to you."

"" "Ha!

As Mars rode, he took the survivors and began his retreat.

The Steel Cavalry Corps, led by Georg, was engaged in a fierce retreat. Already the battle had reached its peak more than twenty times and so had they who rang with vigour.

In that situation, a new Royal Army appears forward.

"Or, my lord, look at that!

The direction Cyrus points in the phase of anger. Next to the girl spanning the black horse, Osvanne's neck is raised pierced by a long spear.

"Right. The ambush unit they dropped..."

Georg bites his teeth. The taste of iron spreads in my mouth because I put so much effort into it.

"Do you want to exterminate?

To Cyrus' words, Georg accidentally smiled bitterly. If you look around, only two thousand soldiers survived so far. Besides, health is full of creative people with a bottom.

Still, the only thing that bothers me is that the war is high.

"Deputy Cyrus. How long has it been since I've said such impotence? I don't think that's what a deputy said."

"Your Excellency's bad habits must have shifted. Besides, I can't stand leaving His Excellency Mr. Osvanne like that."

With that said, I pull out a black-dyed sword. The cavalry also lances and moves into a penetrating position.

"Well, he's always been a fool, but that's my boy."

As Georg hoisted the edge of his mouth, he kicked his horse's belly and ran to the Royal Army. Cyrus and 2,000 Iron and Steel Cavalry will follow it.

It was, however, a single creature-like move.

Georg runs his horse toward the silver-haired girl in the center of the enemy. Normally, I'd almost laugh at the Royal Army for putting a girl on the battlefield.

But Georg's intuition tells me that a girl spanning a black horse is dangerous. Believe in that intuition and poke the horse's face-to-face lance to deprive him of mobility first.

"What!?

"I feel sorry for you for killing a horse."

When the protruding lance is inhibited by a pitch-black sword, it is slammed down to the ground as it is. I couldn't hold the pattern to much strength.

Intuition was right. And this girl--

"Maybe you killed His Excellency Osvanne?

"My lord Osvanne?...... yeah. That's right."

The girl answered with a smile as she turned her eyes to Chilari and Osvanne's neck.

"Again... what's your name?

"Me? I'm Olivia"

"Olivia...... let's remember that name. So... don't worry, he's gone!!

Georg pulled out his lower back sword and was slashed abruptly. Shake it down, choke it off, put it on. But I can't hurt Olivia with one scratch.

Every attack is masterfully carried out. Once away from Olivia, calm her rough breathing.

"Damn, I can't believe it at all. My sword is so easy..."

"Is it time? It's time to kill him."

"Let it soak!

Georg kicks up the horse and storms abruptly. With his sword to his right, he wielded his sword with all his strength aimed at Olivia's neck.

"─ If so, stupid ah!?

At the same time that the sword has slashed the sky, startling words are uttered from Georg's mouth. Or so Olivia jumped on the horse.

Putting the sword further vertically, he stuck the blade out of Georg's head at once.

"My lord!? Hey, hey, hey!

Cyrus waves up his sword and runs his horse abruptly. Olivia took the sword from Georg's hand and threw it at Cyrus.

The sword penetrated Cyrus' face as he made a sharp wind incision, sticking it straight through the wall behind him like a claw.

─ ─ Then an hour later.

The Steel Cavalry Corps, proud of its strength, was destroyed here.

Day four of the meeting.

The rain, which had fallen out of the early morning, had sooner or later risen and warm light had plunged in from the slices of the clouds.