Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

I decided to hurry back inside the walls and go get Mr. Ingrid.

That guy would do something about it.

I feel like I shook a great chance to escape on a stick, but I'm not talking about sleeping poorly when it comes to the Lunarians being digested and dying.

Running to the Wall Herald, I immediately encountered a guard on patrol. I ask Mr. Ingrid to tell me that the Lunarians were eaten by the Hyde Dragon.

"Please, it's an emergency! Hurry up, please!

"Oh, okay. For now -"

A blunt impact ran to his head with a grossly unpleasant sound and his vision dashed brightly.

Skinny guards with black eyes suddenly hit me in the head with a stick.

"Don't let trash like you call you Ingrid's name."

When I fall on the spot, the guards step on my back and check the prisoner recognition slip (tag).

"This is security team three. I discovered a man who looked like a jailbreaker. Prisoner number is 4545."

The guards seem to be contacting their people with their hands on their ears.

"It's not a jailbreak! Mr. Lunaria took me."

"Shut up. I know you went outside hanging by Armor Knights. But being alone must have escaped."

"No! If I run away, I'll come all the way to get you! Just talk to Mr. Ingrid, please!

"Don't you call me Ingrid!

What, are you a big fan of Ingrid? The man on the guard, who has been butchered where I don't know, is without any help at all, and he steps on his head over and over again.

So much so that my face was quite shaped into a second sheet, I let it cut my breath and stopped my leg.

"Oh, my beautiful Ingrid, you have succeeded in defeating the trash of the world. Praise this Percy."

The tranced looking man took out a locket hanging around his neck, opened inside and kissed Buturi toward Ingrid's picture.

Wow, he's a psycho.

Religious officials blindly say they believe and worship God and Satan, but they are too creepy.

I had no idea there was a guy in the debulking division who was so inclined to Ingrid. Because he's definitely too charismatic... Low-tolerance humans seem to be fascinated on their own.

"Please, please. Let this story pass."

"Who believes in stories about jailbreakers, etc. I'll put you in jail first."

"If you do this for such a long time and they die, it's on you!

"Shut up, you fucking bug!

As the guard man yelled and scattered, there came about three backup guards.

"Jailbreakers are summary executions. But with the sin of calling my God Ingrid at ease, you will suffer plenty before you die."

"No..."

"What?

"I can't talk to you in three places like you."

"What?

The guard man shook up his stick telling me to say it again. I hit a man at that moment and ran through it all at once.

"Out of the way!!

People's lives are at stake, can you stand in a psycho that doesn't make sense?

I'm not a person. I was a demon. I don't know about demons that help people, but maybe people who help demons.

"Wait! Go after him! Don't let them get away with it!"

"Call for backup! Jailbreakers are currently on the run! Give me backup now!

Soon I heard something like a disaster siren coming from inside the Hex Wall.

Wow, it's more important than I thought.

But if such a beautiful girl gets digested and goes to dragon shit, it's a global loss.

"Stop, you fucking bug!

Do you have all the alignments and all you have to say is fucking bugs?

I just think the prisoner thing is tough from above to call him a fucking bug.

Fly over and move on to the next jumping guards.

Don't you realize it's paradoxical that these guys are coming back to jail after jailbreakers?

"Stop or I'll shoot you!

Fireballs (fireballs) and ice arrows (ice edges) plunder right next to me.

"You've already shot me!

Boccan, Boccan. Run as hard as you can as the explosion flashes behind you.

The magic that I couldn't do tore my skin apart and I felt a tingling fever on my back. A strange laugh came up that nothing had to be chased so desperately by one human opponent.

I wonder what you're really doing. I am.

"So it's the jailbreaker who's acting like this worn rag?

About twenty minutes after that, I dived back into the hangar with guards forming and storming like Ameft's defensive line, not to mention the guards I had brought out to Armor Knights.

There was just Mr. Ingrid, and he managed to capture just one more step to speak up by a tenacious five-guard clue.

"A jailbreaker these days seems to have a homecoming instinct."

Ingrid was looking down at that with a cold gaze.

Commander of the Demon Army (Demon Commander) with long silver hair flowing sarally and solidified himself in military uniform without some gaps.

To the body and cold eyes that can only be described as perfect, some fear, some worship, some swear allegiance.

I guess people call it charisma.

"Listen..."

"Shut the fuck up! I'll clean it up soon, so Master Ingrid doesn't mind."

"Listen!

"Shut up, you trash! Don't bother this one!

"The Lunarians have been eaten by Hyde Dragons!

Bite the guard's hand that pushes my mouth, cramping my body but forcing me to squeeze my voice out and scream, and Ingrid, until then, who was faceless, reacts pickly.

"Don't talk bullshit! Maggots die!

The guard grabs my hair and forces me to push my face to the ground. He's got a strong grip and his skull is going to crumble. My chest is too compressed to breathe, too. Still squeezing your voice out.

"Mr. Lunaria and the others were drunk in the Hyde Dragon ambush! There's their Armor Knights outside. The Hyde Dragon has moved from there towards the west. I stabbed the dragon's body with the syringe Mr. Lunaria had, so that should mark it!

"I'm telling you to shut up!

He hit me in the head more than once, and I'm almost fainted. But I told him what to tell him. Now it's up to Mr. Ingrid to move.

But I had something to be sure of. This person would definitely move. She doesn't abandon her people, even if it's information of lies. Such a king's temperament.

Ingrid walks over here sounding the knack and heel.

Get out of the way.

"Yes, I'll get rid of this garbage right away"

"I'm telling you."

Ingrid stares at the guard man with cold eyes who can't feel the heat.

When all the guards jumped out, she grabbed my chest up.

"If you're lying, I'll kill you."

"You're lying... I'm not coming back this far..."

Manage to stop the flying consciousness and connect words.

Her deep blue eyes stare jiggly at me as to whether I'm about to even look behind these eyeballs.

Is the verdict of authenticity over, and when he takes his hands off his chest, Ingrid riddles his men with orders.

"Place Armor Knights in Class II combat! Correspondent, keep sending communications to the Lunarian until we hear back. Fly the fuselage all the way around the West Wall!

An alert for the outing goes off in the hangar, and as one fire after another enters the Armor Nights that was waiting, the steel groans and moves out.

When the Ingrid attaches something like an inch to the ear, it continues to give further instructions.

"The target is taking a few commanders into his belly, and if he finds them, don't damage the torso. Hyde dragons are also stabbed with syringes. Searching each plane in two hours to mark it."

"Thank you... thank you..."

I can handle this. I'm done. I'll take care of the rest.

An operator-like female demon looks back to Ingrid while operating a communications machine in the hangar.

"Dear Ingrid, Armor Knights, we have launched each aircraft launch, but it will take at least thirty minutes to deploy."

"The heavy infantry type has troublesome feet. Let Vincent out."

"Are you sure? Without Admiral Debble's permission."

"I don't mind. Let it out."

"Got it. Earl of Armor Knights (Count Class) Vincent."

When the operator demon taps the console, one of the containers in the hangar opens with a heavy noise.

A sharp bodied airframe reveals itself, unlike the knightly armored Armor Knights currently deployed from the inside.

Haven't they been painted, or the whole body was still white and only horns like a unicorn in the head had a translucent yellow color.

Unlike conventional armor nights, it squeezes the thickness of armor and brings it closer to human body shape.

But its biggest feature is the lower body part, not the upper body like a knight. It was not bipedal, but had four legs like a horse.

Besides, a human-horse-shaped look equipped with a conical assault spear can rightly be called a steel centaur.

"Maybe this is the guy Ray Storm...?

But it's very different from what Oscar said. I did hear it was blue silver and a winged fuselage, but the colors are different and there are no wings. Besides, if I had such a distinctive leg, I'm sure the information would have been conveyed.

Ingrid moves forward in the fuselage called Vincent.

As I looked strange, she shrugged with her back turned.

"It's a fuselage that I put together. Fast feet."

What do you mean, Mr. Lunaria? Still, isn't it just too cluttered to say that the explanation is fast feet? No, there wouldn't be any fine dust to explain to me otherwise.

Whether Vincent was ready to start (idling) or the cockpit hatch on his chest opened all by itself.

"Get in."

"Huh? Huh?

"You know the scene best, don't you?

If so, would it be a good one to ride?

"If the story was a lie, I would shoot him on the spot"

I see. Is that what you mean? He said he was going to kill himself, but for some reason, he was more convinced.

"You have a gentle look when you say you're going to kill me."

"Because I didn't lie. And if it kills you, you're better off as a beauty than a musty guard."

Ingrid looked at this one strangely and noticed that all over my body was rubbed off and full of blue moles and internal bleeding.

Especially the lateral head wound is terrible, and the wound hit by a guard like Percy is still spraying blood.

"Why did you come all the way home? If those guys had been eaten, you could have escaped. That's the last thing I understand about your story."

"Because Mr. Lunaria cured my poison."

"Is that all?

"I like my face more. You're cute when you're angry."

That said, the woman in the cold mask stared at me.

Shit, that's why you're always told a lot of things.

You've often been able to appreciate people's faces with that rash, and I can't complain when they tell me to die.

But her reaction wasn't what I expected.

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

Ingrid laughter echoing inside the hangar.

Other demons marvel at this and look away in disquiet. I guess the way she laughs is pretty valuable.

"I've never seen a guy look at me like that before."

"Really? I'm a little involved, but I think you have a good face and personality."

"I wouldn't want you to tell me either."

Ingrid looks at this one, but I think the cold just disappeared a little bit. Though I may be complacent.

"............... Does it hurt?

I wondered what it was about, but Ingrid didn't hesitate to touch the side head wound.

"No, it's okay"

That's not true. It hurts like a bump.

Was the clear lie easily spotted, and she took the candy balls out of her pocket.

You mean lick it with candy, too, and distract the pain? Thinking so, Ingrid normally included candy in his mouth.

I'm ashamed of myself for having had good expectations.

With that in mind, she grabbed my jaw for what she thought and threw her own licking bright red candy balls at me when I forced her to open her mouth.

"… (corny)"

Sweet. Apple flavor. The candy that moved out of her mouth was as cold as ice cream.

At the same time I felt sweet, I realized that the pain in me would pull off.

"That doesn't hurt"

"I transferred my magic to candy and gave it to you"

What's that reward? Kind. And nasty.

"Come on, get in."

Oh, this guy's probably in a good mood right now. The tone of my voice is up a bit.

Normally I don't notice, I'm glad I noticed that slight difference.

This guy, the surface is so cold, but the contents feel sweet.