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

─ ─ Nobis Plains

The western edge of the Shinto Mekia. There is a vast plain with a river called Nobis that surrounds the mountains and divides East and West. Usually this period is known as a place where various flowers bloom and pastoral landscapes spread throughout.

But now I see no shadow of it at all. Flowers are trampled upon and vandalized by many humans, most of whom end their short lives. This is the Saint Shore army and the Stonian army. Altogether, it is nothing more than because some 90,000 troops are confronted.

its Duchy of Stonia faction.

It is Duchy Army Marshal Augusto Rambanstein who arms himself with a disgruntled look. He is a man of exceptional stature and martial arts and is forty-six years old. The Empire had pressed the Principality of Stonia to submit, and he was only a man who had utterly fought against it. However, he succumbed to the Empire without fighting, following the decision of the Archduke of Zilvester, who accepted the words of Roman, the head of the Four Wise Men.

Then again, he was spending his days with worries that never cleared up. Not once or twice on a day when I tried to distract depression by drinking enough to get drunk. but came here and the life of the Imperial Mekia march by Zilvester was laid down.

When Augusto worshipped his life, he laughed spirally, wondering if it was something he wanted inside. We avoided war until we nationalized it for reasons that damaged the country, but in the end we started to wage war. Moreover, the opponent is a country that the followers of the goddess Citresia worship as a sanctuary. In view of the condition of the soldiers, it is clear that it was more marginal to open the end of the war with the Empire from the beginning.

"I think... Am I wrong?

Looking at the dark purple military flag that spreads beneath your eyes, ask the Chief of General Staff standing next to you - Major General Cecilia Cadio. He is a man who has built his current position by pushing a brilliant male officer alongside him, being treated like a talented woman since the founding of the Duchy of Stonia.

She lifted the end of her thick lips and smiled bitterly, lifting the blonde hair on her eyes with her supple fingertips.

"I think the Marshal's anger is the best. But there is no point in saying it now. The race has already been thrown."

I'm well aware of that, too, Augusto. Still, I can't help but say. Before this roughly ridiculous battle. But if I state my dissatisfaction with being a marshal any more, it is visible that even a situation of low morale will worsen even further.

(Only now this position is depressing...)

After scouting the soldiers standing side by side, Augusto was forced to drive what stared black into the corner of his mind.

"And the number of enemies is endlessly low. Between 40,000 and 50,000, I heard."

In fact, things like precisely 30,000. It is obvious that there is much information and openness brought about by the Empire.

"That's true...... didn't you mean the Empire's calculation of its power was wrong?

Saying, Cecilia turns her gaze forward to the right. There is a man covered with pale armor all over his body and wearing a cloak of the Cross Sword, a symbol of the Empire. Felix von Zuga, seconded by the Empire as a military adviser, watched the battlefield in a relaxed manner.

"No, that's just hard to think about. I hear their intelligence unit is pretty good. Not to mention this is how the most powerful man in the empire comes out... well, at first glance, he's just a nice guy with a beautiful face"

The women of the castle, in a way, are making a fuss about Felix by calling him "the pale one" or something. Indeed, Felix was a young man of rare beauty. Glossy blue dark hair with an even nose beam and lips by stunning. Deep pale eyes honor the gracious and intelligent light as if it were inversely proportional to the strongest name. I don't even think Augusto himself that it's impossible for the ladies to color.

That is why even the famous aristocratic lady turned her eyes all the way through anger.

"You do have a terribly beautiful face..."

There's some glossy sound to Cecilia's voice saying that. Augusto sighed in his heart, 'Is that you, too'.

"Chief of General Staff of Cecilia"

"Mmm... excuse me. Assuming, however, that the empire's power calculations are correct, there is only one conclusion"

So out of words Cecilia turns to her swinging green eyes. Understanding what that gaze meant, Augusto frowned thoughtfully.

"Are they trying to say that the Saint Shore Army is licking our Stonian army?

Cecilia opens her mouth after showing a moment of confusion.

"It's hard to say..."

"Hmm. It's us waving our tails at the Empire without fighting. Maybe they can't help it."

Augusto's dry laugh sounds empty. Assuming you were in an enemy position, you might still have come to the same idea. Based on that, 30,000 is too much to lick. I don't know what the enemy commander is thinking, but the number of soldiers leads directly to victory and defeat. So it was enough to make Augusto wonder if he didn't know the war itself before the soldier.

"Our army is about twice as powerful as the Saint Shore Army. There are no losing elements to begin with…"

Cecilia's expression to say so is not excellent. Augusto answers instead the words that would follow.

"Morale in our army is remarkably low. Therefore, even if there are twice as many force differences, I don't know where the wins and losses go. Yeah, I guess Cecilia wants to say that, huh?

Cecilia snorts all the time that she gets my will.

"Unfortunately. Few soldiers fled during the march."

"Are those soldiers the followers of the goddess Citresia?"

"You're right. Some of the faithful seem to have a thick faith."

Augusto looked up into the sky exhaling deeply. Running away in front of the enemy has been decided to be extremely sentenced without regret for a reason. There is no mercy, even if it is attempted. The very fact that they know it and then move it into action tells them exactly how deep their faith is.

"The goddess Citrescia... it's a real pain in the ass. God is one and only, Asteria, the god of war."

Asteria, the military god, is an indigenous god that has long been passed down to the Principality of Stonia. He has four arms in the third, and in his hand he has weapons such as circle moon rings and trident spears. Unlike Citresia, the goddess of creation, she was known as a rough god who made all the limits of destruction.

"Asteria the Military Divine. I haven't heard that name in a long time. Could it have been since Stonia's founding book I read when I was a kid...?

Raise your voice that Cecilia is going to miss somewhere. Incidentally, the Stonia Founding Book is not the kind of book a child understands. Augusto dared to go on talking without touching on that point.

"Young people nowadays won't be interested in mythology or anything. The popularity of the goddess Citresia is unusual - well, I don't care about that. You wouldn't be executing the soldiers who tried to escape more than that, would you?

"Rest assured. So far, I'm keeping you in custody. In light of the military discipline, I'm about to lose my head immediately, but this time, I thought things were different."

Augusto nodded contentedly. A hundred men would have executed him instantly, in the light of the military code. That is not reprehensible, but rather a natural course of action. That's why I also thank Cecilia for being able to think flexibly that doesn't fit into traditional shapes.

"Exactly. This time our army won and that's not the end of it. The Church of St. Illuminus, and hence the faithful, cannot remain silent and overlook."

If we execute the soldiers who tried to escape, it would be like anointing the Church of St. Illuminus with fire, and it is imperative to cause further deterioration in relations. To avoid doing so, we must treat the followers of the goddess Citresia with great care.

It is roughly a ridiculous story, but this is the reality until the ruthless placement of the Principality of Stonia.

"My lord, apparently the right wing of the enemy has moved"

Encouraged by Cecilia and turning her gaze, a right-wing enemy is unfolding an arrowbutt-shaped formation.

"A formation of sharp arrows from the beginning... you can see that you are more confident in this battle."

Or a real moron who doesn't know the battle. Either way, this is an excellent opportunity.

"How would you like to deal with it?

"I can do something about summer flying into the fire. Bring them in deep in the line, look at the time and destroy the siege in one piece. Then the morale of the soldier will rise."

"Yes, I did. Then we will be ready shortly."

The voice of Cecilia's beautiful and sharp instructions echoed on the battlefield.

─ ─ Holy Shogun Army Left Wing, Amelia Faction

Amelia leads a light-wearing infantry team of 7,000 within the 30,000 of the Holy Shore Army. He watched the Stonian army cool as he curled his hair tip with his fingertips. The face of the guard standing neatly is full of hegemony, showing a contrast to Stonian soldiers.

From among them one of the twelve Weishang, Jean Alexia Senior Hundred Sho, the user of the cross spear, walked out behind Amelia at the head.

"Amelia Thousand Shots, all set. You can storm at any time!

Amelia, who receives the report, generally takes the pocket watch out of her pocket. The goddess Citrescia pushes open the engraved upper lid and confirms the time.

"Is it thirty minutes to build a formation... that took a long time"

Amelia says in a pale tone. Jean swallowed Gokuri and spit as if he were cold enough to freeze his soul.

"Sorry!

"... let us forgive you this time"

"Thank you for forgiving me!

"But not next time. Remember that to your liver often."

Jean takes a step backwards as she is pressured by Amelia's glare. But as soon as he corrected his residence, he raised his voice.

"Ha! I'll remember the liver!

"And it is the samurai who cut ahead. Tell them I'll kill them soon enough."

"Ha! Amelia, do as Xiang said!

Jean, turning back on his heels, rushes back to the Shogun. In no time Jean's decree flies, howling simultaneously at the weapons the guards hold in their hands.

"" "God bless the Holy Shogun Army with the patronage of the goddess Citresia!!!

"" "Hang in the name of the Holy Angel to my hand for an absolute victory!!!

"Then let the ravages begin. It's the beginning of a pleasant feast."

The mouth of Amelia, who had unleashed her sword, drew a great arc.