Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan

Empire History August 24, 1023.

The Duchy of Lichtein finally arrived from where the bandits and the Fourth Imperial Army were engaged to the tip of their eyes and noses.

That number is 5,000. The 1000 camel cavalry is handed out on both wings, with 1000 slave infantry in the front line and 2000 light infantry in the main and rear lines combined to consolidate them.

The second son of the Duke family, Karl Olivara Richtine, leads this army.

As a deputy, it is Rankir Caligra Zilberist who supports Carl.

The faces of both of them walking the horses together in the main battalion were dark.

"... I never thought the aristocrats would be afraid to come this far"

and General Rankiel speaks out of dissatisfaction.

It was only yesterday that I received the news that it was in the ground.

It was about a separate unit of the Fourth Imperial Army burning down the villages.

It is also natural because it has been attacked deep within the territory.

But the aristocrats who wanted to defend their territory became weak.

We should surrender to the Grand Empire of Grants. He started calling for negotiations to be held.

It took time to convince me to do that, which greatly stalled my marching speed.

"Unworthy……. It would be the result of our own invitation."

That said, all the nobles at the time of the decision to open a war with the Grand Empire of Grants have been killed in the battle against the bandits.

Those who passed away pushing everything on those left behind without being held accountable will be happy.

It also means you want to curse them for being selfish until the end.

"If you had shown me enough bravery to be a model, I would have welcomed that death."

It is nothing short of reality.

Anyway, even if surrender is out of the question, you have to smash the Fourth Imperial Army to negotiate.

We need to bring out better conditions to keep the country in shape.

Lose without fighting. If you make such a choice, other countries will laugh at you.

"Dear Carl. This is where we're going to be."

"Yeah. I'll take care of everything."

As usual, Carl was left to manpower, so Rankir tried to complain, but noticed one of the scouts rushing in.

"My Lord Rankiel! Some of the bandits are coming this way."

First, I worked scouts.

"Thank you for reporting. Looks like the mercenaries made it."

"Do you want me to rendezvous?

"No, have them move as vanguards"

In order to regain the delay, we could not slow down the march by rendezvous.

In the first place, Rankir doesn't trust a man named Mercenary.

What makes them go to battle, if not for their country, or for someone else.

It's just, it depends on the money. Then you don't know when to betray me, and you don't know when to escape.

They will only be disturbed when they are joined together.

"I'm also concerned about the war situation over there. Bring the mercenary leader here."

"You're welcome!"

After a while came a man dressed in light armor.

Dry blood creeps into the armor, and the dirty face has no shards of intelligence. Mercenaries are no different from bandits.

Lanquille was observing the man's appearance and arrived to frown.

If you look closely, what the mercenary man is wearing is the armor of the Principality of Richter.

If you look at the dry blood, you can see that it's not the most recent, but that it's been a long time.

By contrast, it would mean a loot that the Duke had obtained in a war that he had lost a great deal.

Lanquille's mind will not be calm to this either. I found anger boiling in my heart.

"Thank you every time."

Nor did he realize that he had damaged Ranquille's mood, and the man with the affectionate laugh lowered his head on the horse with his back of his head.

Courtesy also made me want to slap a man I didn't know on this occasion, but Rankiel tried wisely to sink his anger by exhaling heavily.

Carl next door notices it and responds instead.

"Thank you for your hard work. My name is Karl Olivara Richtine. I'm glad you're fighting with me."

"Hehe, that's right, you got a lot of money. I'm not going to let that work for you."

The mercenary commander has offered his hand, but Carl never responded to the handshake.

Sometimes Rankir's killings next door made him hesitate, because the man in front of him was not the kind of person he wanted to get along with.

I guess I'll have to get used to these things, even if I succeed to the Duke's house, but I guess I've only prioritized my emotions now.

Mercenaries can pull their hands in without worrying about Carl's attitude, which seeps through disgust.

Occupational patterns, I don't know if I'm used to being hated or just neglected, but let's just say it's futile to care. Because when this battle is over, you will never get involved with this man.

"So what's happening with the war situation?

"Heh, the bandits are being pushed. It's only a matter of time before you surrender."

"That's not good. General Rankiel, we have to hurry."

When Carl turned to Rankir, he replied with a nod as to whether he had regained his mind.

"Right. Hey, mercenary."

"Heh?"

"Lead me to the battlefield. We haven't looked that far into our scouts. I need a place to flank the Fourth Imperial Army."

Carl tilted his neck at this word.

Because it was strange. Reports of scouts have arrived constantly.

He also had information on where the Fourth Imperial Army and the Thieves were fighting.

Carl spins wonders and thoughts, but the discussion ends before he finds an answer.

"Well, I asked for it."

"Hey, leave it to me, let them blow a bubble!

In anticipation of the mercenary's departure, Carl called out to Rankir.

"Why did you say that?"

"Do you mean you lied?

"That's right. That mercenary must have been laughing in his heart. The repulsion of the Duchy of Liechtenstein is unlikely."

"Yeah, but if you don't, they won't lead the way."

"Even if that's a disgrace?

"This is the beginning of a war in which the destiny of the nation took place. There is no more shame than the destruction of the country. Let those who want to laugh laugh laugh."

"Hmmm...... I see. That's right, Sir Rankiel, he's also good at controlling emotions. But I can't seem to break it off easily."

To Carl, who still looked dissatisfied, Rankir roared before spewing out his words.

"More than that... did you realize that the armor that the mercenary was wearing belonged to our country?

"Of course that is. It was dirty... but I can't possibly see it wrong. He must have bought it from some merchant."

"No, it must have been stripped from the body when we defeated the Duke."

"Is that true?

"That one is made of good quality iron. Probably belongs to a namesake nobleman. It was so dirty, I couldn't see the crest, I couldn't identify it."

"I can't forgive you. When this war is over, we have to punish them."

Carl makes his nose rough with feelings like anger and mind.

He grabbed the reins and stared at the mercenaries who had disappeared.

Seeing Carl like that, Rankiel tells me to forgive him.

"That's why I let him lead the way."

"What?"

"There will always be mercenaries fighting first. So why don't we use it to avoid arrows and dispose of it? If you survived, you should punish me again."

"Hmm. That's a good idea!

"Besides, Master Carl is confused."

"A misunderstanding?"

"Dear Left, Karl was praised earlier, but he is not that noble."

shrugged his shoulders. Rankiel continued.

"It's not like you don't have anger with me. I wanted to snap my neck on that spot, but if you look at the big picture, you need even scum. So I thought it would be a little distracting if we did it on the front line."

Carl is taken aback by Lanquille, who smiles badly.

I was surprised that even this man could be driven by passion.

"Still, I think it would be great to try to use it as a countermeasure. Again, this is not the case with me. I'm sure he would have killed that man."

"That's nasty. I don't want any more praise. If possible, keep it when you win this war."

Rankiel looks in trouble as he rubs his neck.

Anger finally passed and Carl nodded small.

"So is that. We have to win first."

With determination in his chest, Carl looks forward. Lanquille nods satisfactorily, and the two advance their horses.

And while I was reassured, something strange was beginning to happen to the mercenary regiment that was leading me.

The fierce sound of the sword being struck. The roar that put the temper on his voice was trembling the atmosphere.

Mercenaries slap their swords on their shields when threatening their opponents, shouting out loud.

But the battlefield envisaged by the Duchy of Richter's army is still ahead of us.

One preaching order came from the front line as Carl wondered.

"The battle has begun!

"What!?

I look at Carl like he can't believe it.

Next to it, Lanquille engraved a deep crease between his brows, looking forward but the dust got in the way and couldn't grasp the details.

"How many?

"……… that's one."

"……… What?

Unexpectedly Lanquille gave a grunting voice that he could not even feel majestic.

I thought it was a mistake, so I pulled the end of my mouth and went again.

"I'm asking how many."

"I'm alone. All of a sudden, we showed up on the road and entered the mercenary regiment, the vanguard!

"You think you're assaulting 1000 on your own?

It is a stupid idea to buy time. What can I do alone?

"No, wait."

Rankiel put his arms together.

He may be lurking an ambush somewhere. There is a chance that he could have done something reckless by himself to distract him.

That's all I thought about. Rankiel smiled.

"No, there isn't."

If the Fourth Imperial Army makes strange moves, the scouts should sense.

It is not easy to scratch the eyes of surveillance, all the more so in a scenic desert.

Even though his head was confused by the incomprehensible situation, Rankir slapped himself on the cheek and returned to sanity.

Perhaps the aim is to confuse them in this way.

If the goal was to slow down the march by buying time, Rankiel laughed that the opponent might have quite a ruse as well.

"Quite, I'll do it. If it wasn't for me, many generals might have stopped marching on guard. No, should I say that I care because I am a prudent person..."

"Are you all right?

Carl asks with an anxious face.

Rankir nodded and spread his hands wide open to reassure him.

Let them read through whatever purpose they have.

More importantly, what can you do with just one ride?

"No problem. Let's keep moving forward with the army. Don't worry about ambushes."

But Rankir's confidence will be crushed. After a few moments, my legs stopped.

Keeping Carl on standby at the main line, Rankir joined the front line with soldiers from the escort.

"What are you doing, you don't have time to rest! Keep moving!"

It was a yelling lanquille, but I notice something wrong with the air ahead of me. All the faces of the slaves were blue, losing so much blood that they were likely to fall now.

Rankir asks aloud when he leans over to a nearby slave.

"What happened!?

A slave in the front row shook his voice and replied.

"…" Endless despair (desperation) "

Lanquille felt her heart chill in the creepy words.

It's an old story that parents make you read to scold a child who stays up late.

No one knows when this story was in the world. Without knowing it, it permeated everything from nobles to common people and slaves.

It is also said that it was conveyed by an unnamed bard, and that it was derived from a fairy myth passed down to the Knight of Nara kingdom, located at the southwestern end of the central continent.

"Bullshit. What's" endless despair "? I'm sure that's a superstition."

Rankir laughed off, but in the depths of his body the alarm was ringing.

It's supposed to be hot, but the sweat that flows gets cold and I feel like I'm taking away my temperature.

Rankir sounded his throat and breathed as he moved his gaze forward in fear.

Something is happening on the battlefield with enthusiasm.

As if inviting, pulling in -,

- "Black Raven (Valatil)" was spreading his wings.

"The Black Raven (Valatil) is the name of God that appears in fairy mythology. Also known as the Black God (Zero), it is also known as the God who presides over death and destruction and leads the world to its end.

"Stupid......"

One of the mercenaries was swept away by the furious wings, and the other rose up high in the sky with blood, and scattered a great deal of blood in the sand, and it collapsed.

What can be delivered to Rankir's ear is the grieving voice of the weeping mercenaries.

Some wildlings would have been named. Some must have excelled in swordsmanship.

However, all of that ended with a word of play in front of the Black Wings.

"It's no longer a dream...... is this a reality?

When the mercenaries wave their swords against each other, they just end up wasting their lives.

I was going to use it, but my sympathy boils down when I see him killed so far unharmed.

But the desire to help Rankir didn't boil.

Witnesses of unscrupulous creatures make it impossible for fear to bind the body.

My neck flies under Lanquille's feet without taking the word for it.

That was the neck of a mercenary regiment leader who hated him so much that he wanted to kill him.

…………

But Lanquille's gaze has just been taken at one point.

If you distract me, I will die. The obsessive-compulsive notion was also the reason... the primary cause was that the boy who beheaded the mercenary regiment leader was looking at this one.

From this distance, you can't judge him to be a boy, and you can't even see his expression.

Maybe the brain showed illusions. The fear may have caused my head to do something about it.

But Rankiel did see it.

- There's a boy.

The mercenaries began to flee. He's running over here looking for help.

Rankiel roughed up his voice.

"Let go of the arrow! Keep those mercenaries away from us!

It was horrible. Both mercenaries flee, and the blade in black turns toward us.

Rarely, the archers were faithful to Lanquille's orders.

Over 1000 arrows tear air and fly, draw parabolas and hit the mercenaries.

The mercenaries exposed to the rain of the arrows breathe out in agony.

Of course, the arrow arrived at the boy in black, but surprisingly intact.

"Then it's a monster!

That's exactly what fairy myths come to think of as "black god (zero)".

Otherwise, how do you explain it? This one has taken the form of stabbing a tortoise, but can you call a man who butchers 1,000 enemies by himself?

Few slaves kneel with their heads. It is the end of those who speak penance.

The first line was losing its temper.

"…… I don't think so. Not like this."

Rankir opened his mouth wide as he could drink.

But that will soon be closed. Because the boy turned his back by flipping his black coat.

I thought it would be an opportunity. I thought even one of the arrows would hit me now that I was turning my back.

There are no people with eyes on their backs. More importantly, now we can obtain certainty as to whether it is human or a kind of chemical.

"Shoot the bow!

He shook his arm down vigorously forward. A little and massive arrow rain reigns over the sky again. It's dense enough not to miss a rat, but it was all played by the boy's black coat.

It was an eye-catching lanquille, but a lot of noises were delivered to my ears and I would look around.

The slaves were falling on their backs with holes in their chests. The number is about 30 all the time, and from the look on the face of the dead, you don't even know what happened.

Fear, despair, fear, and floating expressions can be each, and no one is alone who is in pain.

Perhaps it was happiness that passed away without pain, depending on what you thought.

It was a flashing lanquille, but the pain ran on his cheek forced him back to reality.

With your hands on your cheeks, it conveys a soggy feeling.

"............... why am I bleeding?

Seeing the blood on his trembling fingertips, Rakhil shifted his gaze to the boy.

But there was no sign of the boy there. The bodies of the mercenaries are just rolling in their unbroken appearance.

As the hot air blows through, the body regains its temperature.

My heart is pounding loudly. I pressed my fist against my chest to sink my pulsating heart with Bakubaku.

"Kuhaha...... I see. Is that the man in black in the report?"

Not that I didn't know.

A report from the time the Duke's three men died in battle said something about a man in black.

More than 600-800 soldiers were killed by just one boy. And so on and absurd stories. That's just how I decided to believe that I made a report of a lie to escape the blame for my defeat.

I don't know what to say, but I should have kept it in one corner of my head without breaking it.

In any case, measures for a man in black will be mandatory.

I repeatedly breathed deeply to switch heads before looking around again.

The slaves are frightened as they whine about the names of the gods. A large adult was crying and praying to the gods.

Now it is clear that in the future the obstacle is more than seeing fire.

"This raid won't do you any good."

First, Rankir decided to step back.

"First... why don't we seal him up? War is not something you do alone."

If we don't do something about the wolf slaves, there's nothing we can do about it.

War is key to the beginning. It's not a bad place to sneak around here.

No - the lead has already been taken. Let's just say I did.

But still...

"You can't lose."

Rankir returned to the main unit when he instructed the entire army to retreat temporarily.