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

─ ─ Emreed, the castle city, command post.

Hosmund, who had arrived in Emrid ahead of the Independent Cavalry Regiment, had assembled the officers for discussion. North of Emreed. to the Amlheim plains, to ascertain the appearance of the Imperial Army.

"My lord, I thought it would be better if we waited for the arrival of the Independent Cavalry Regiment in full defense here."

"I agree with the Major."

"Agreed"

Hosmund's deputy - Major Selim - makes a cautious argument. Similar opinions will be expressed by the other officers on a verbal basis so as to be in tune with it.

"... you mean you expose the city of Emrid to war?

When Hosmund asks looking over the three, Selim argues, as he stands for.

"That's not true. As you may say, Emreed has a strong walls. I was wondering if there would be any damage to the city."

The castle city of Emrid is protected by a very robust walls of its name. The outer periphery is worn with moats and cannot even approach the castle gate unless the bouncing bridge is lowered.

Selim is right, a thorough battle on the defense will advance things in his favor. That's why I have to shake my neck to the side when it comes to being sure I can get rid of my enemies.

"Selim, the idea is too optimistic. It doesn't seem to be confirmed yet, but the enemy may have a siege weapon ready"

"But can you even say you don't have it ready?

To the question of the officer with little experience in the battle, Hosmund tells him to teach.

"Whatever, you're right. But war always has to work assuming the worst. In case they break through the castle gate, it's all over. Fighting the city on its back should be a last resort."

It doesn't translate to fortifications or fortifications. Once the castle gate is broken, it is imperative that the Imperial Army collapse into the living quarters. A man is slain unharmed, and a woman is slain as good as good.

A whirlpool of anger, screams and resentment would cover the city and spread the sight of hell. It's too late to regret it.

"So, but your Excellency will also have heard the report. All enemies wear crimson full-body armor (full plate). what that means."

It is nothing more than a crimson all-body armor--that is, the Knights of Red. It is a well-known fact that the main cause of the destruction of the third and fourth armies was caused by the Red Knights.

Legion boasting unparalleled force. Even though it was not as good as the Knights of the Ethereal, its name swept all over the Dubedilica continent.

The officers, starting with Selim, cautiously argued - a reason to be frightened. Even as a hosmunt, I understand that it is a sufficient threat.

─ ─ Therefore, if you overthrow the Red Knights, the Medal of War is huge.

(It's a dangerous opponent, which is why there's a lot to gain. Because there is no safer battle than in ancient times)

In Hosmund's eyes comes the rank chapter of a lieutenant general lined with three Venus.

"─ I see what you're thinking. But fighting the city behind its back is still a last resort. We get out of here. According to reports, the enemy is three thousand. Oddly enough, it's the same number as us."

"My lord! It's dangerous because it's an equal number! Please reconsider!

Selim opposes hard as he sprinkles his spit.

"Selim. And listen to me, too. This is an order."

Upon hearing Hosmund's words, Selim shut his mouth, which was about to open, and refused. As follows, the officers also shake their heads vertically.

They will still have something to say, too. But no more objections are allowed than once an order has been given. That's what an army is all about.

"By the way, what's going on with the enemy movement?

"─ Based on reports of scouts, it appears that we are still in the Amlheim Plains. The reason is unknown. I can't even feel the signs of moving."

One of the officers answers as he looks through the report.

"Right. That's odd...... All right, let's see how things go while we get ready to go. Send word to the scouts. Dismissed."

Hosmund followed the command post as the officers gave a palliative look, starting with Selim.

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─ ─ Amlheim Plains.

"They're not moving."

Lieutenant Lamia speaks over the binoculars. That opponent, a giant man sitting in a barrel carrying a huge battle axe.

Lieutenant Colonel Volmer, who received the life of a monster exorcism from Rosenmarie, rattles his nose.

Fertile beard in hair stretched out to blush. Muscles like iron chunks, easily imaginable even from above the armor, are the result of being forged out on the battlefield.

The landscape reminiscent of the wild beast was at the same time engulfed with the style of being a fierce warrior.

"It's really boring. Are they seriously willing to recapture the North? ─ ─ Hey, somebody knock on Emreed's castle gate and pull the rumor monster and the dogs! I'll give him five gold coins as a reward."

When I hear of five gold coins, some soldiers colour. Simply, two years is just enough money to play and live.

"Lieutenant Colonel. How do you pull a monster? There's no collar. Don't stir up soldiers by being too unscrupulous."

When Ramia spreads her hand like a shudder, the soldiers around her laugh out in unison. One girl that shook up thousands of soldiers.

As for Volmer, he wanted to slap his proud battle axe on him as soon as possible. The reason is simple. Because I want to hear what kind of voice the monster sings.

"Well, for now, leave the joke alone. I'm pretty sure the Seventh Army went into that castle city, huh?

Asking just in case, Lamia nods strangely.

"Yeah, I was wondering for sure. We have seen some troops flying the flag of the Seventh Army enter. More importantly, it matches the information on pneumonia."

"Fine then. If we don't get this far, we'll paint the Red Knights and hence His Excellency Rosenmarie with mud."

"You won't have to worry about that. The Lieutenant Colonel's arm is full of monsters, so the rumored monster is barefoot, isn't he? The alias for" annihilation "isn't Dade."

Volmer exhaled in a deep sigh at Lamia's tearing words.

"Don't say that name. - Shit. Who started saying things like this? Thanks to you, rumors are spreading that you love to kill people."

Ramia said.

The opponent who fought Volmer apparently got that alias because most bodies didn't keep the prototype. Of course, I don't like it and do it.

It is the result of unusual force from birth. As for Volmer, it's just an annoying story.

"Huh!? You love the facts, don't you? Did you hit him in the head?

Lamia asks strangely, keeping her eyes closed. If you look at a soldier nearby, you are somehow distracted from your gaze. There seems to be some kind of misunderstanding.

"Lamia, that's definitely not true. I just like the song that my opponent plays when I smash him with a battle axe. It's not what I know."

"Commander, that means you like to kill people."

Lamia tells me as if she was frightened. Asking for the words, Volmer sighs. People around themselves are just people who don't understand the beauty of art.

"Lamia, you'd better take a little interest in art. It makes my heart as rich as mine."

"I don't know what you're talking about with a body like that giant grizzly. What would you do better than that? If the opponent doesn't move, do you use a siege weapon to put on the trigger at once?

To Ramia's words, Volmer turned his attention to the groves. Some of the wheels peek slightly from among the trees.

It is a prototyped catapult that has been successfully miniaturized by the Imperial Army Department of Technology Development. Twice as powerful as conventional. If it's a wooden gate, it seems to be crushable with a single blow.

"That's a last resort. I hear that city will be based later. I want to get it intact if I can."

"So what do we do? I don't think I can help it if I keep spending it for nothing?

Bolmer puts his hand on his chin and turns his mind around. Lamia's right, it's not as obvious as this. Something should be done.

"Right...... then I'll send you an invitation (...)"

When I heard about the invitation, Ramia's face brightens up painfully.

"Oh, I thought that was a good idea. If the Colonel's invitation (...), they'll be happy to come - so let's cut down on affordable trees. We will then also procure ingredients (...)"

When Lamia spoke to several soldiers, she left Volmer's former in a rhino-symphony.

-The next morning.

As the light of the morning burn begins to gently illuminate the earth, the five columns arranged at equal intervals gradually emerge. After a clean amputation of the limbs, five scouts, skewered, were exposed to the sight of the castle city of Emrid.