Survival in Another World With My Master

Stupid. It would be one word if it were to express my mood.

The Enemy I led was a powerful army without a threshold. Trained soldiers, holy knights blessed by God, and the Wizards. Rich supplies for good men. There must have been enough power to crush the rebels of the Ichigo kingdom against the bandits. No, it was too much power.

With this holy army from His Majesty the Holy King and His Holiness the Pope, it was a secret task for me to destroy the lowly subhumans with overwhelming force and to show them off against those who planned the rebellion in the fight against the hate empire, and I should have given them enough power to do it.

"How did this happen...."

I was holding my head in the cell. When I meditate, that hellish sight overwhelms my head. I can't imagine any magic, that terrible battlefield scene.

The heavy infantry shields were shattered. The soldiers were falling apart as if they had been crushed by Augusta. They were people who fell apart without knowing exactly how many had died. The Corpse Mountain Blood River refers precisely to such a sight.

"God...."

What should I do? All I could do was promptly demonstrate my intention to surrender.

We don't know who the enemy is attacking. However, the soldiers were crushed and ground meat at such a speed as to cover their eyes. According to the prisoners who were returned before the war, they were smashed to pieces as if they were chewed by fangs that were invisible to them when a weapon of unknown shape erupted.

We still know the attack on the abominable birds and girls. It was obvious that something in the shape of a barrel they dropped was exploding. Even so, that might was untouchable, but it is still understandable. It must have been a disposable magic device or something.

But I don't know what it was that crushed the soldiers on the front line. What the hell is that? I don't know what it is, so there's nothing I can do about it. What are we supposed to do with a shield-shattering weapon with a heavily armed infantry from a distance? As far as that sight is concerned, it is easy to imagine that it is a weapon that emits countless such powerful attacks. When such a powerful attack is unleashed, it cannot be prevented by a chorus magic defense barrier.

One, two, or maybe ten shots. But beyond that, the defensive barrier will be shattered. Before that, the magic equipment that the birds and girls drop. It has the power to break down the magical choir defense barrier with a single blow. After breaking down the defensive barrier with that magic tool, there's no way to do it if you're attacked with that weapon.

So should I lock myself up in a fort or a fortress? That's not going to work. When that happens, the enemies will let the birds rain on the magic equipment. I don't think we can easily mass produce magic equipment with that much power... but we shouldn't be optimistic.

It's called the fire-breathing weapon, the bird witch's magic tool, the unfamiliar vehicle, something we don't understand is happening among the thieves named the Liberation Army.

I have to tell this to my country somehow… but I can only pray to God that my lieutenant, who has returned with his soldiers, will do so, and I am unlikely to be able to do so now.

"Yes, that's why I destroyed the crusaders. Applause."

"Wow."

"Yes, yes."

"It is."

Slime's three daughters clap their hands.

Returning from the battlefield, we were having a whispering feast to celebrate the victory. The soldiers are also drinking luxurious food and alcohol and enjoying themselves in a different place from ours. The surveillance of the Holy King's Army and the soldiers on guard in Merynesburg are poor. They're supposed to get an extraordinary bonus, so I want you to be patient with it.

Ifrita was looking sideways at us from a distance.

"Hey, is that true? I thought I'd left in the morning, and they told me I'd won and come home in the evening, and I was so excited."

"It's true. Without drawing my sword, I killed or wounded about 6,000 of Koske's 20,000 crusaders in just over a quarter of an hour. I just talked to the enemy commander at the beginning and end of the war and gave him instructions on various matters, such as the transfer of prisoners."

"... that sounds like a lie."

"I know Princess Ifrita feels that way, but it's true."

Lord Leonard shrugs his shoulders. He says it's like I did it, but I didn't do anything. All I could do was rain a multi-purpose grenade with an automatic shotgun with everyone's chauffeur. It was mainly in front of Herpy's bombers and samurai squad that worked there. Especially when it comes to the face of the samurai, we might need some mental care. I'll talk to Miss Zamir later. I don't mind Sir Leonard.

Having defeated the Holy King's Army, healed the wounded and taken the prisoners, we called the airboards of the soldiers from behind and brought the prisoners back to Merynesburg. With regard to the retreating Holy King's Army, Harpy, the Musketeers, and the Air Boards of the Elite are working together to follow them and monitor the deserters so that they do not become bandits.

According to the retreat arrangement, soldiers who escaped from the main unit before leaving the Kingdom of Merinard may be considered bandits and disposed of. Ideally, none of them will come out, but I'm sure a fair number of them will escape. Harpy's eyes and the maneuverability of the airboard will almost never get away with it, so I think it's a waste of time to die. Well, if something goes wrong, I'm probably fine because I told you not to hesitate to contact me.

In addition, compared to the avant-garde, there was less damage to the rear guard or the barracks, and there was some damage to the supplies, but there was no spread of fire. There seemed to be enough supplies to return to the Holy King's kingdom, because the number of happy or unhappy people had been greatly reduced. At least it doesn't mean we're stuck in a supply trap.

"What happens next?

"Now, whether it's going to be a diplomatic battle or even more power... I don't think this is the end of it anyway."

"Yes... if there's anything I can do for you, Sylvie."

"Yes, Sister Dolly."

Here, Ifrita asked Sir Leonard for an explanation of today's battle, but Sylphie seems to be discussing the future with Doriada, Aquawil, and Serafita.

That much?

"Yes, it was an amazing sight. It was embarrassing and terrifying."

"Koske's weapon is incredibly powerful. But Koske likes to make things, but he doesn't really like using them to hurt anything. I think it would be more fun to make fields, clothes, food, and other useful tools for people."

They're talking about me over there with Archbishop Deckard, High Priest Katerina, and Ellen added to the Adolese faction. Sure, it's a lot easier to make something than to kill. I don't hate making weapons. I like to make a lot of things for myself, including weapons. It is fun to be prepared to deal with any situation.

"Koske"

Hmm?

Looking back at my voice, Grande stood beside me. When I say what state I'm in, there's nothing dignified about being caught in a lime and forced to sit in a lime chair at some point.

Behind my head is a soft headrest, not tits. Is that good?

"What's wrong?

"Hmm...."

I don't know, but Grande climbed up to me sitting on a lime chair, held my head in thin breasts, and started stroking my head with his clawed hands. A new scalp massage or something?

"What's the matter?

"Mother said it was a good woman to comfort a man who came back from the war."

I see. Well, I didn't get that much damage this time. "

"Really?

That's right.

"Hmm...."

But Grande is not going to stop blaming my head. It hurts a little, but it's unusual for Grande to spoil me like this, so I'll keep it. Ha, but whatever it is, don't feel calm. It hurts a little. I'll say it again because it's important.

That's how I was spoiled by Grande and Slime's three daughters during the banquet.