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

─ Seventh Army, HQ.

"There was no other sudden convocation. Because the enemy has seen a great deal of movement, Deputy Otto."

"Ha!"

When Otto gets up, he starts explaining in front of the officers in line. The story is that the enemy's main unit and thought-provoking unit have rearranged their formation near the downstream of the Pararena River.

Moreover, it is said that the army strength of the main force is only three thousand. According to reports from scouts who fought nearby, there was no shadow or shape of the troops they were supposed to escort.

"The place where the enemy was headquartered is also a place that flickered in the Karnak Valley. The Red Knights are clearly good at mountain warfare and we are forced to struggle. It doesn't seem like a sane shakedown, such as throwing out your own interest despite it. I don't even know what it means to expose just 3,000 troops without an escort."

When an ancient Ginseng officer raises a question, most officers in line indicate their consent. Only Ashton looked different, though. He stares jiggly at the formation diagram spread out on his desk as if he was thinking of something.

By the way, Olivia was polishing her own armor with cloth. Apparently, he likes it a lot. Claudia whispers caution as Otto flies his cold gaze. Once it stops, it starts polishing again soon. This is a repetition from earlier.

"Surely I don't know what that means, but can you say that this is a great opportunity?

"Exactly. Is it not possible to take over the Commander-in-Chief of the enemy once and for all? Lord Paul, we should march here."

"I agree with that opinion too"

The officers will express their opinion that we should march one after the other. If we keep this up, we're going to have a conversation with the main raid.

Paul was stroking his jaw firmly, but suddenly he talks to Ashton.

"How does Brigadier Ashton view this situation? Express your opinions without abomination."

"Ha... this seems like a trap for sure. You shouldn't march cheap."

Having said that, Ashton places a flag in the formation that he sees in the enemy's main formation. No one disagrees with the completely opposite opinion.

I guess my previous track record won't make me do that. Hosmund, who mocked Ashton so much in the military council seat, was now also listening with a serious look.

"Why does the Commander-in-Chief emphasize further defenselessness? Indeed, at first glance, it looks like we have had a great opportunity to slap the enemy's main line. But that's where the enemy's spicy traps are hidden."

Plus Ashton lines up the black pawns to surround the flag.

"This is how the enemy supposedly lays down his troops away from the main force. That's why the scouts couldn't confirm the enemy near the main line. I don't know, but if we represent ourselves..."

Start moving black pawns around like surrounding white pawns placed in front of flags. The officers' gaze concentrates on the black pawn.

"While we were concentrating on dropping the main line, the enemy simultaneously put in the troops that were on the ground. So we measure the siege in a nutshell. Perhaps the distance between the main unit and the unit should be about an hour."

"In other words, if it's about an hour, it's possible to prevent this one from putting in all its power. Is that what the Commander-in-Chief of the enemy thinks?

Paul says as he narrows his eyes. The Red Knights actually possess all that power, although it sounds a lot licked if it's true.

This difficult difference is not filled overnight.

"As Lord Paul has guessed, I suppose. Perhaps the enemy's main force has been consolidated with elite troops."

"I can understand what Brigadier Ashton is saying, but why are we doing this now? Haven't they won enough without such a dangerous imitation?"

Young officers have bumped into questions everyone would think. This one's already cut 20,000. Even if you do not dare to take dangerous measures, it does not change the advantages of the Red Knights. Even if the Independent Cavalry Regiment stacks up local victories, it's obvious to whoever sees the Seventh Army as inferior overall.

Yes. When Claudia thinks, a voice sounds like a bell from next door.

"That's right. The Independent Cavalry Regiment is becoming obscure. Soon I think I killed the enemy Major General. That's why I just want to crush it. You'd say the pile that leaves gets slapped, wouldn't you?

Olivia answered with pleasure as she wiped her armor. You reacted to the word Major General, Hosmund shivers his body with a burri.

Ashton smiles bitterly as he scratches his head before opening his mouth again.

"Major Olivia is right. Apparently, the enemy values the Independent Cavalry Regiment more than we think. Perhaps this trap was also conceived to crush the Independent Cavalry Regiment."

Paul nodded loudly as he was convinced as the officers bothered.

"I see. Indeed, the power of the Independent Cavalry Regiment stands out. As much as I think so, it's only natural that the enemy feels threatened, Deputy Otto."

"Ha, if that's the case, there's as much to do. In short, you just have to let them think you've fallen into an enemy trap and lure you into this one."

"All right, Deputy Otto, work with Lieutenant Ashton to work out immediate measures."

"Ha!"

"... Ha!

(Nevertheless, Ashton has grown a lot. Until a while ago the odd atmosphere completely lurked the shadows. but......)

Claudia desperately suppressed the laughter that was about to erupt in Ashton's appearance, saluting him with his dead fishy eyes.

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─ ─ Red Knights, HQ.

"Damn, you mean they did it once and twice? This is a lifelong lapse..."

Rosenmarie groans as she looks over the wall of flames that rolls backwards in the distance. It was good until we pulled our enemies in as originally planned. The enemy's strength is estimated to be well over 10,000. It was possible to withstand enough for about an hour.

But the battle began, or no, and the flames burned to surround the main formation, and the situation changed. Now even if the troops we were letting deploy around come back, we can't even get close. Unless it even rains heavily, it will continue to burn for the time being.

It was a brilliant measure that totally followed behind this one.

"And it's really amazing, isn't it? If I stay here long enough, I'm gonna burn with you."

In front of the SS sinking into a sea of blood, the girl in front of her rotates her body with a huari as she gently steps. The figure looks like he's dancing gracefully at a ball.

"Potential weather woman... you're Olivia the Reaper"

Glossy silver hair that stretches to the waist. And a white skin like white porcelain and a puppeted, refined face. And even a pitch-black armor engraved with a crest that I can only think of as an elephant of Reaper. Extremely is a pitch-black sword wrapped in black. It perfectly matches the look I was hearing about in the rumors.

More importantly, there is no way that a girl slaughters SS like twisting a baby's hand.

"I'm not a reaper, but I am. You must be the Commander-in-Chief, right? It feels like we finally met. By the way, did you get my message?

"Is that it? That was a masterpiece indeed. That's why I invited Olivia here. It's a little crazy, but... yeah, you're gonna kill me, aren't you?

"Yeah, that's right."

Olivia answers with a full smile. Rosenmarie also loosens her cheeks in response until she is clearer.

"Actually, my purpose is with Olivia in a way. Don't you think we feel good about each other?

With that said, Rosenmarie slowly pulls out her sword. The steel sword began to heat up, gradually dyeing red.

When Olivia also put her hand on the pattern, she pulled out her pitch-black sword again.

"Yeah, I kind of feel very comfortable. Hey, can you tell me your name?

"Right. I'll teach you a souvenir to the Underworld. My name is Rosenmarie von Berlietta. Let's get to know each other."

"Mr. Rosenmarie von Berlietta? My name is Olivia Valedstorm. This is where you get along."

Right after we smile at each other, we kick up the ground together. A tall metal noise rang and the sword crossed violently.