Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan

The Duchy of Lichtein army had a position two cells (6 km) away from the cliff.

In the midst of the fence were hundreds of tabernacles, and in the middle of them was a sumptuous curtain house.

Inside, the chiefs and the captains of the various departments line up in rows, opening the center and standing to the left and right.

Viscount Richtine, sitting in a large chair behind it, was hearing a damage report from the Tabernacle with an angry look on his face.

"………… Force Leader 6, Infantry 812, Injured 219. That's it."

The Chief of Staff, who finished his report, returned to the line.

The 500 soldiers who turned to ambush from behind were also wiped out.

The first battle was defeated by the hands of a man in black who had lost more soldiers and further broken into the battlefield due to the resistance of the sixth princess than expected.

Viscount Richtine throws the wine to the ground and the glass splashes flashly.

"Are you saying that nearly 1,000 soldiers have been killed in battle by fewer than 100 enemies!?

Tension rushes to the faces of my men.

"Which side should I lower to my brother and see him!? You can't capture the 6th princess, you want me to report you lost 1000 soldiers in vain!?

The chief of staff was in front again.

"But it's also because something unexpected happened. Your Excellency must have seen it. That's not exactly what you can call a person!

"Ha, you're telling me to report to my brother that only 1,000 people were killed by one? If you report that, my neck will fly!

Without concealing his frustration, Viscount Richtine kicked his chair.

Playing a flashy sound, the chair collides with the desk and breaks.

Then Viscount Richtine was never tired of being grabbed by one of the troop leaders.

"... he did have incredible powers. But who made you like it? You guys are the captain of the unit!

"... you can only retreat if you are shown so much power at different times and fear is planted!

"There's so much pity! Still, you are soldiers of the Principality of Lichtein!

He thrust the squad leader and then glanced at the faces of his men in the tent in turn.

"At the dawn of the night, we launch a total attack. I won't allow you to leave. Whoever complains has to come forward."

It was supposed to be an easy fight, it was supposed to be over in a few hours.

Because of this, we are not preparing for a night battle, and this is how we begin to give our enemies rest.

"No. Then the military debate shall end. Appoint a replacement for the deceased troop leader immediately. You don't have time to sleep. Think of a good idea by dawn, and I'll enslave you for nothing."

My men slap me on the left shoulder with their right hand and on one knee align their mouths.

"" As you wish. ""

Immediately after that, a transmission came in to change the blood phase and roll into the tent.

"It's an enemy attack! The number is unknown! You are currently under attack!

Everyone looks taken aback.

I can't help it, the enemy is near total annihilation, and it can't be attacking.

Doubting his own ears, Viscount Richtine listened back.

"…… What did you say?

"I repeat! It's an enemy attack! The numbers are unknown! You are currently under attack!

"Stupid...... They're already bugs, aren't they?

Viscount Richtine rushed to the curtain. Next comes the Tabernacle, each troop leader popping up.

The soldiers, who were angry, screaming, horseshoe roaring and resting, were in panic.

"What's the meaning of this!? You think enemy reinforcements are here!?

The enemy is supposed to be an infantry and an archer centred unit.

There is no such thing as horseback riding, if there is, the possibility of reinforcements.

but that is impossible.

"No way...... my brother lost?

And it came to my mind,

"No, that is not"

Viscount Richtine immediately denied it.

The main unit 12000 should be attacking the Berk Fortress.

I mean, unless that defeats, no reinforcements will come.

"I heard the opponent said," God of War (Mars) …………. "

We organized a separate unit to capture the 6th Crown Princess and arrived here two days ago.

No matter how many people are referred to as "military gods (Mars)", they will not be enough to defeat 12,000 easily.

But if it's not reinforcements, I don't know how to judge this situation.

Next to the confused Viscount Richtine, the Tabernacle skipped directions to each troop leader.

"Return to command of each unit! Once you've calmed down, gather here."

"Yes!"

The troop leader tried to run away, but he collapsed as it was.

Beyond that corpse, a boy approaches a used spear with one hand.

"Good... I was just wondering what I would do if the military council hadn't opened"

Seeing a boy breathing in a ho,

"Hiiiiiiiiii!?

One of the tabernaclemen screamed and buttocks.

The boy who threw away the old spear took his sword from the dead troop leader.

"Yeah. Beautifully maintained. I know very well that you are an enthusiastic person for the job."

Shaking softly to the side, the neck of the missing tabernacle fell.

Fear planted on the battlefield is not easy to remove.

Tabernacle, each troop leader lagged behind with his face drawn.

"I can't let you get away with this. If I let you get away with it, you'll be unhappy."

Throw the sword horizontally.

Stop- pierced between the eyebrows of a tearful tabernacle.

Seeing the fellow giving the blood splash, the others tried to escape.

But he turned into flesh as he uttered a prayer for salvation.

The soldiers around them had noticed the strangeness of the main unit, but the absence of a commander has fed them horseback riding with haste and hesitation.

The one left behind is Viscount Richtine, who hurries inside the curtain.

As the boy picked up the sword inside and entered the curtain building, Viscount Richtine was grinning with a sword scattered with jewels in his hand.

"Come on, I don't know who you are, but in front of this sword, the baby is the same."

"…… a spiritual weapon."

As the boy shrugged his shoulder, he waved his sword down the wreckage of a chair that was nearby.

By swinging it down again and again, the sword on the inside spills the blade.

"……… What are you doing?

Viscount Richtine frowned and questioned the boy who had begun to act without clapping.

In the hand of the boy who looked back, there is something to discard that cannot be kept in shape as a sword.

"You know what? I was strangely convinced by my brother-in-law that people could be rational and therefore cruel."

"What, what are you saying?

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to answer them."

"So what are you saying!?

Cut the paralysis and scream at the boy whose conversation does not engage.

"I want to start with my fingers, but I don't have that much time... Shall I start with my arms?"

The boy disappears from sight.

The abyss was peeking into Viscount Richtine when he found that figure again.

The next thing I know, I get hit by severe pain and I look at my arm. A blade that was gizzarded like a saw was eating into his upper arm.

"Ahhhh!?

"Question. Did you kill Mr. Dios?

"Huh!?

He was kicked up in the face and his gigantic body blew up.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, who...

Viscount Richtine lets go of his spiritual weapon and puts his hand on his arm, stuffing him with severe pain.

"Shall we go to the ankle next? Please, I'm glad you answered by the time you die."

Viscount Richtine looks up, there was nothing there.

I don't have any emotions. There was something inorganic, something even suspicious about whether it was a person.

I remember a soldier on the front line causing a mental anomaly and repeating the same words over and over again.

- "Endless Despair (Desperation)"

The heartbroken Viscount Richtine rubbed his head to the ground.

"No, don't... I'm surrendering... my loss."

"Why?"

"It is a provision for prisoners that is made in bilateral agreements. Excessive abuse and killing of those who surrender..."

The brunette boy blocked the words of Viscount Richtine explaining them along the way.

"I don't know. I'm not an Imperial soldier. It doesn't matter."

"……… What?

"I haven't had any more questions answered than that. I don't have time for this. Would you talk to me if I tapped you off your leg, too?

The boy approaches as he speaks lightly.

"Ah, shit!?

The boy exhaled his freezing breath as he fed the blade into Viscount Richtine's feet.

- Did you kill Mr. Dios?