Sweet Reincarnation

The Mortairn family elite gathered the heroes of the war on their flag. They had the pride of being at the forefront of the struggle against their neighbours from day to day. Because Mortarn territory was an even harsher place in a world that didn't know when to die than it was.

Facing a one-touch virtual enemy country, the territory is a poor area with scarce water. And no man leaned, and all the wicked men fled. More than a decade in such an environment.

Things are always close to them, even if they live in harsh environments, with hardship and patience as friends. I've always lived side by side with danger.

In the event of an expedition to the east, without any fright, without fright, without excitement, without courage, but just lightly prepared.

Because the elite are called elite (hence) because of the likelihood that this battle for life is part of an unusual daily routine. I don't have the same mindset as a human being.

But even in such an elite, the absence of a human being who should take command is enormous. A flock of sheep led by a single wolf said to drive away a flock of wolves led by a single sheep. For an elite to function as an elite, the top must also be elite.

Nonetheless, only those who should lead the people who have gathered now are absent.

Gathered in the square of the main village, they had a rare bewilderment.

"Is Boy here yet?

"Not yet."

"What are you doing when you say we're ready?

The squire looked at the mansion in a frigid manner.

Young leaders of the year, who normally keep time tight, are keeping people waiting only today. I don't have to think it's unusual, but I'm just concerned about things. It also worries me that something bad may have happened.

Because Shiites is this, the gathered humans also seemed anxious. All seven cavalry members and forty-five infantry members are making a noise on purpose.

"Shall I take a look?

"Right, please"

Among those gathered, young Glagan raised his hand and ran for a look. In contrast, Shiites gave permission, so the young man runs his horse toward the mansion. The lightness of footwork is a guy called the exclusive patent for young people as well as glagans.

Whatever the situation, now you only know what it is. That's what everyone gathered thought.

I felt like we all waited for that in our physical senses, but how much time was it? After a while, only Gallaghan came back.

You look pale. Instead, he looked more like he was enjoying something. The lips are squeezed into a single letter and a firm standing wrinkle is carved between the eyebrows.

It's not even accompanied by a paice, and it makes a scene around you.

Shut the fuck up.

The noise will subside with a sip of Shiites, but the appearance of anxiety will not change. Rather, I even feel the degree of anxiety has increased.

"Shiites Sgt."

"What?"

Everyone pays attention to Gallaghan's report in unison.

I wonder what the hell happened.

"The young lady will be here soon. He told me to go first, and I was the only one back."

I was unexpectedly relieved by the normal answer. Everyone.

It's very comforting to have the Mortairns on your side when things happen. That when you look back, you're pretty disturbed by your enemies.

Now that Caserol was leaving the territory alone, the possibility existed of targeting families such as Pais and Jose, who were also Caserol's weaknesses. Danger always accompanies a bloody world, but if an enemy country is at war, it's more likely to attack weaknesses than usual.

I was relieved that it was too much of a distraction.

"Right. So, what happened?

"That's..."

For a moment, it was a galagan that further distorted its painful face, but eventually it breaks down.

"Buha, no. Oh, that's crazy. No. hehe, hehe haha"

To the young man who twisted his belly and laughed greatly, the elders around him turned into pokans.

"Hey, you wouldn't understand laughing"

Gallaghan explains to the voice urging him to explain, hehe and the way he looks like he's going to suffer.

No, when I get back to the mansion, the young man's still in the office.

"So?"

"I thought it was strange, and when I went into the office, Master Liquorice would be there."

"Am I? Is that the lady?

The perceptible Shiites understood roughly what Gallaghan wanted to say around here.

If there was a woman who wasn't supposed to be there, that was the only reason for this delay.

"Thank you, Master Liquorice. You seem to have found out about this one. I've been crying a lot about what happened to my hometown, about the dangerousness of imitating young people, about wanting to go home once."

"So, why are you laughing?

If Liquorice said she was crying, it's more Bad News. Shouldn't you rather feel sad empathy than laugh? How is laughing lacking consideration for Liquorice?

With such an eye of condemnation, Shiites looked at Gallaghan, but still the young man's laughter would not stop.

"The face of a young man struggling to forgive Master Liquorice was unusual. This is the first time I've ever seen a young lady in a lot of ways, so it got stuck in a bump. Ha-ha-ha."

"Ahhh... I mean, you don't have any particular problems?

"Looks like it. Pu-ha-ha, he-ha."

Gallaghan's talked about, a really stupid reason.

Hearing that, they all lost their shoulder strength.

In all times, a man's natural enemy is a woman. Especially if you have fallen in love weakness.

"Right. Then we're all in line. The colored man who made my fiancée cry will be here soon."

"Yes."

When they all finished aligning beautifully again.

With four claps of hooves came a beautiful boy with a tired face. Seeing how it goes, many of them bite off laughter.

On behalf of him, Shiites greeted Pais with a niggered face.

"Boy, you look tired. If that's the case, Mr. Liquorice seems to have settled down."

"... Shiites, hard work organizing and preparing. Make yourselves comfortable. And, Tobiam, step forward."

"Am I? What?

As they greeted Pace with their right hand all gripped in front of their chests, they gave permission to disengage early. What I don't like about being tough is the common denominator of Lord Mortairn's parents and children.

And for some reason, I only get a tough guy step forward. As it was, I overheard something about Shiites.

The two of you tell each other something a little secret.

Shiites, ear punched from Pais, turned straight behind Tobiam, pulling his right foot back, mostly, and kicking his ass up with momentum. It was a horrible and relentless kick.

"What pain? Yes!!

"Rico told me you were shouting in the hallway, even though you said you didn't need to speak out. It doesn't leak, either. It took me a while to reassure Rico."

"Well, I was just talking normally."

"Even if it isn't, you have a loud voice. I didn't want to make her worry useless, but I made her cry. That's my eight."

"Cool!!

He hits good shape, and the big man squats holding back where he was kicked.

It's good that Tobiam is on track to imitate inadvertently, but this time it just didn't seem like he could blame you.

Because the care of casserole and pais has become par.

"Totally... Well, it's late than planned, but please listen to all of us"

"Ha."

The loose air tightens all at once.

"As I'm sure we all already know, I'll explain the situation again. There was a war in the east and our friends, the Huberleks, were defeated. He said he was now pulling troops to the territorial capital, and his father had already gone there ahead of him. There's no way the losers will leave that father alone, so he'll have officially received a reinforcement request by now, and we don't have the option to refuse it or anything. We will act upon this request for reinforcements. Do you mind?

"" Yes ""

"The primary objective of the operation is to stabilize the east. We will definitely stop the situation where enemy forces would ravage the kingdom as well as the east. If they could at least glue the front, it would be National Army work later. Starting with the central army, roughly a month until our country's main force is ready. We will stop any military action by enemy forces in the meantime."

"Aren't you going to fight the enemy?

"It will depend on the situation after you rendezvous with your father. If the other one stops marching and stares at each other, we will be deterred. We don't know if there's an engagement."

"Well, it feels like the battle is inevitable."

The Mortairns are to have been given aristocracy and territory in anticipation of their strength to fight for national stability. The expected role also corresponds to that.

The army takes time to prepare and act. Around the Duke of Kadrecek, who is also close to the Boundary of Hubarek, the central national army will be moved during this event, but there is a lot of work to do to prepare for it.

This, buying time until reinforcements arrive, is the role the Mortairns are good at and expected to play. The casserole, which is said to be comparable to one platoon alone, reduces the disadvantage as far as possible until the arrival of the main body by making it like harassment and buying time.

In a way, it's like a militia that intends to defend itself until the U.S. Army arrives.

Immediate stress is comparable to a locally stationed defense force, at least one platoon. There's nothing more convenient about guerrilla time buying. The Mortairn family also took a glance at the heavy towns called the Fourth Uncle.

But neither are the enemies sweet enough to repel them with these small battles. It is the work of the said territorial army, or the work of the national army. When the Mortairns become a decisive force, it is a return to the war of more than twenty years ago.

Only auxiliary force served your home and Pace told everyone.

"I'll see how you behave when you fly on the ground. Shiites."

"Yes, sir."

"Locally, we don't know who's in command."

"Aren't you Uncle Huberlek?

"I'm not sure if that's cheap. They are. I didn't dare to teach you to avoid useless confusion. With that in mind, Shiites should check with the local commander. Whether you join your father or your local commander, Shiites' [far-sightedness] will help."

Copy that. Come on.

Shiitz answered with a strained chest.

Our trusted chief squire is a wizard known to the world. Direct attack power is the strength of every associate knight, but 100 manpower for tactical intelligence gathering and situational judgment.

As an archaic warrior and a commander of great judgment who did not just hang up, trust is also severe from the face of the Mortairn family.

"Glass."

"Yes."

"I will entrust you with the management of supplies. It is also possible that the Border Bell Army roughly discarded supplies and fled. Even if your friends are not alarmed, secure supplies."

"Okay. I'll do my best."

Glasage is also an ancient stock of the Mortairn family. I have received full confidence from the Lords just because I have served the Mortairn family since my father's day.

We can all starve in the unlikely event of damage, and we can be sure of just enough power to entrust the rear command.

He was tempered by the assignment he was given and grabbed his favorite bow. Only my partner, who saved my own peril many times, is familiar with my hand.

"And Koan"

The next person I was called was an ancient stock lined up in Shiites. Ancient battlefield lifeless coantro.

I replied to my boss, who was far younger than me, by just snorting a few words.

"I'll keep the avant-garde. It is unlikely that we will be on the front line as per our earlier operational objectives. Still, it was up to you to exchange your swords in front of your enemies. We are a small bunch. It's the final line of defense, at the same time that Corn is on the front line. I'm not saying don't die, but think we all have lives on our backs."

"Um, I'll take care of it"

I just mentioned each role, and once again, Pace looks around at everyone.

Forty-five skilled men selected from the villagers. Seven squire I remember more than that in my arms. The strength of a platoon strong. A total of fifty-four troops of the Mortairn family, with Pais and Casserole added to this.

"Everybody ready? Okay, let's go."

Together with the hanging of Pais, everyone [metastasizes].

The first time he was magically flown, his body was annoyed by the sudden feeling of a change of scenery. When all of a sudden the sight you were looking at switches, you create the illusion of a disequilibrium. Of course, the ones I'm accustomed to are not microscopic.

In such an insignificance, from Shiites, who checked the situation as soon as possible, a roar of anger echoes. A voice that goes well into everyone's ears.

"Fong!!

"I know. All personnel, combat attitude!!

At the same time as the voice of Shiites arrives. Pais also perceived the situation around him.

Flying from Mortarn territory to Alcom on the eastern border at once is impossible even in casseroles, but with the amount of magic in Pais it is possible.

I wasted my time traveling to the capital, but I was unsure of the situation ahead of me flying just that.

And the current situation and the others are the worst of what is assumed.

Already, black smoke was rising everywhere.