Sweet Reincarnation

On the walls, there was a man who stood refreshed.

Pay off the smoke from the battlefield (Kusaba) under your eyes and show your sword in a prestigious manner with one hand.

He wrapped a bandage of fissure cloth around his face, wore fine armor, and raised his voice without fear in front of his enemies.

"Hey, listen to the noise if you're not far away, and if you're close, stop by and see it in your eyes. I am called to be the one in the kingdom of God, and the Mortairns will be the Lord, Casserole-Mil-Morthern. The garbage worms of the kingdom of Siri. If you want to be crushed by one thought, hang with no one left."

To the words of this man, those who were attacking the walls were astonished.

Stunning is immeasurable just because it suddenly appeared where there was nothing.

"It's a lie, the Ghost Knight (Phantom) must have been shot through with an arrow. I definitely saw it with these eyes!!

"You can't be safe with that!!

Deny. But I wasn't sure.

That should be it, too. What you can see from under the bandage is the face of the head of the Mortairn family, although it is hard to see. Even if I am convinced that I am wearing a bandage because I have been wounded, I am flat as if I were intact. Normally, if one eye is crushed, the sense of equilibrium goes crazy and it's even hard to stand up straight.

They're supposed to be shooting through their faces, but it's not even the wind that shelters them.

"He's immortal!!

"It's a ghost. I'm a real ghost!!

A human being has an instinct to be afraid of what he may not be capable of.

If you don't know what's in the box, you're also scared to stick your hand in it, but if you know what's in it, even if you're not comfortable with it, you can get it fine.

The unknown is the root of fear.

Unknown about a man who is supposed to be seriously injured. Isn't he a man who won't die if he kills or not? It's just creepy if you think about it that way.

Now a man who appeared in [metastasis] before the eyes of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Siri became a casserole, but the footsteps of the army were disturbed.

"Don't be frightened. What do you cower to one of your helpers!!

In the rear, there was also a war of ordeal. If anything tries to escape, I just raise my voice to say I'm going to cut it off.

Count Marleni and others were at its head. The kingdoms of God and Siri do not give way to each other in contention, and there is no great difference in the quality or quantity of generals. He himself, even in the Kingdom of Siri, is a soldier craftsman with a finger fold.

"Bu-ha-ha, you have a good prestige. This Master Casserole will give you immediate guidance."

But I can't wait to see the man with the eyes of a ship in the face of the Superior War.

Together with a few people, including children, they come at us resolutely. The sword muscle is certain, and a proud man reminiscent of the war. Those who were attacked must be the brave men and the famous casserole arms.

"Tastes bad, once you're in line."

To cross the walls, Uncle Marleni first gathers the squads that were scattered around him. The attacking ghost knight has only that hand to defend himself because when and when he may appear behind his back.

Take a breath and start sieging the ship-eyed bandage man again. I see, I did get the point that it sounded like casserole.

The face under the bandage does look familiar, and so much so that it doesn't take a pull against the multitude of arms. This alone is enough to believe in casserole, but above all, solid evidence seems to repeat [metastasis] with the confession. I would say that there are many wizards in the world, and that is what happens to wizards who use instantaneous mobility.

"That's the hate foe Mortairn, everyone, now it's time to take it out."

For a moment, he was surprised and disturbed the calculation, but once the soldiers were ready again, he gained momentum as to what he would do.

but Mortairn laughs even more invincibly.

"Buhisha, look at my new moves. They'll transfer the whole ground!!

It was when the man with the eyes landed on the ground with a van.

The foot of the soldiers of the kingdom of Siri, who had always stopped to crush them, was swept at once.

"Hey, what!?

"Help me!!

Even with a few trained soldiers, the sword literally cuts off the sky in an uncertain state of foot.

And that happens more than once.

"Buhisha, that's great!!

"Father, that's a little too much."

"Pfft, the young lady tells me it's too much"

Unexpected to be in the middle of the battlefield, Mortairn's group returns to the walls.

What I regret is the soldiers of the Kingdom of Siri. And he is the Luttrut Borderline Uncle who was magically watching it.

Uncle Borderline is irritated by how he stays behind but doesn't go the way he thinks he does.

"Hey, why are there maggots in Mortairn? I thought you were done."

"Well. Wasn't it as scratched as I thought it would be"

"Yeah, it's abominable. So it wasn't a fly, it was a cockroach. Live and dirty on top."

"Your allies are floating because of him."

Battlefield finesses are easy to migrate like clouds.

Something that had ever been exhilarating to push, push, had at some point begun to emerge those who would flee.

I don't have a hand to keep my mouth shut and watch. Neither is Uncle Borderline incompetent enough to go around behind his back without being hit.

"All right, keep hitting all the spares."

"We've already spent up to the spare"

"Hmm, so what... hey, no enemies around here?

"That's for sure. We've seen it from above, but all the enemies are caged in the castle."

"Then I'll hit this main unit as well. Go all the way."

Those around him were astonished by the words of the Luttrut border uncle.

Because we were those who believed that we were in a safe place, we turn our eyes and disagree.

"I won't. If you move here, you'll be in danger."

"Say what. Isn't there a winning chance rolling in front of you? If you don't have to worry about being surrounded by enemies, it's harder to fight them if you stick with them rather than risk a Mortairn ambush."

"That is indeed..."

The anti-mortarn measures have been worked out to some extent in the course of twenty years of fighting.

If there were mortarns in the same number of enemies, it would have been the norm to flee, and if there were fewer enemies, it would have been hardened into one and hit them.

Below the same number, it is dangerous to be stuck by surprise, but if it is more than the same number, it does not provide a gap for surprise attacks by becoming a group. Conversely, it was considered foolish to separate soldiers while knowing that an ambush could be possible at any time.

The less confident and timid you are about your martial arts, the more you try to command them from a rear safety zone away from the front line. Something that wants to thicken the front line for fear of being broken. It takes courage to jump into the dance of arrowstone flying and bloodshed. The more cautious and timid you are, the more you want to stay behind.

And it was this movement of the mind that, from Mortairn, was about to aim. The further away from the front line with the intention of making it safe, the more dangerous it is to reject it and to take off the armor helmet.

Luttrut Border Uncle is also a warrior of war. I'm not weak enough to try to put myself in a rear safety zone.

"Hang on!! Now is the time!!

Lulut Border Uncle is also a male of the region. He kept moving at me as he blushed his pox marks.

And it spanned the horses, and followed the offerings, and all the hindsight fell upon the walls of Mortairn.

"Behold, they have escaped, too."

The war situation changes again.

The spearhead is also blunt in the immediate movements of the Lutroot border berth, which seemed to push back temporarily.

This did not include a group of mortarns in the boulder, but fled into the walls of the castle. It's a great decision not to miss a fighter jet and make a bold attack.

Momentum Royal Siri Army. At last, when the walls will be exceeded.

"My Lord!!

"What?"

Uncle Borderline responded without even turning around the preacher.

"Behind your side. We've been wiped out, and we've been robbed of all our food."

Words of hasty preaching.

For a moment, I didn't know what I was talking about.

"Become an idiot. All enemies are in the castle!!

If the borderline uncle looked back in haste, the red lotus flame would have risen in much of the rear.

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One man. No, the boy, squealed smudgingly.

What he sees is a bunch of people storming the battlefield narrowly.

"That's amazing."

"Mm-hmm. That's Lord Pastry. Successfully posing as Lord Casserole."

The voice of the boy Uranta was answered by the young martial artist Serjean-Mil-Retesch, who was also fierce to see.

These two, whoever they may be, are those who responded to the request of Pais, the Knower. Of the two hundred horsemen who rushed quickly to the East as reinforcements, just two commanding personalities.

Proxy for the top of the southern valve and number two of the southern valve. It's not strange which commands reinforcements, and it's something that would have created a political rush there, but they were both rushed in just a few hours because they were both supposed to be under Pais' command. I would have rubbed more if they had told me to put it under it, other than Pais.

He also had landlords who were both quicker to count from above in the Kingdom of God, and had examined the enemy's information in considerable detail.

Even in the sense of bringing each piece of information to make sure it is complete, the decision is also being made that it is better for the Mortairn family to have a neutral standing position that can make a fair difference.

Running to the battlefield, it was important to the Mortairn family.

The Lord, the Associate Baron himself, and his right-hand man, Shiites, were seriously injured when he had to leave the battlefield.

Wow, that's important. This is when I repay my debts to Pais, and I know the danger a hundred times, and I bring in only the shorthand.

Where they are is further behind enemy headquarters from the castle. I was hiding where they dug the hole.

"But this is how you just wait, and you don't find it from your enemies?

"As long as I was wearing this, I meant okay. Actually, I'm sure it's going to be all right now more than we're showing any movement, but we need to be vigilant."

That's what Serjan said. He looked up. A cloth big enough to hide 200 people. Cover your head like a tent.

Lurking in the hole, from the side you're wearing, it only looks like a free cloth, but there's no other way Pace would just give you a piece of cloth.

The pattern of the ground itself is [transcribed] as a camouflage so that it can be seen on the ground when viewed from the outside.

"Sir, do you also know about the enemy wizard?

"... the magic of manipulating birds, I hear,"

"Sounds like that even in our investigation. Even the information I got from loading fifty gold coins in the church is behind me."

"Fifty. They were paying a lot of money to shut it down, too."

"He so wanted to leave it as a trump card. When our house and your house examine separately and have the same results, the information is highly probable. As rumors have it, if you were to deceive a bird's eye, even one piece of this cloth would be enough."

"I am anxious that it will still strike me..."

Uranta, Viscount of Bombino. I am still inexperienced in action and am not used to the tension of ambushing in an overwhelming minority over the enemy. That's why anxiety is twice as great as people.

"Do not let those who command be so anxious. Lord Pastry will surely attract the enemy."

"Will it work that well?"

"If Lord Casserole is alive and well, the enemy will always feel threatened and recognize the need to eliminate him. Not to mention, it looks like a great opportunity if you can't escape far with something to protect on your back while you're injured. You would attack with total force. Because it's worth it. I'll do the same with the enemy commander."

"But actually, someone else. Do you double wrap the bandage and [transcribe] the likeness below? I didn't know you had that kind of usage."

"Convenient for disguise. The Kingdom of Siri side seems to be well fooled, and it really is not insulting to be a wizard. When you brace your magic for battle, you are stuck at your feet."

The only operation Pais told me was almost an outline because he didn't have time. Because I coarsely draw my enemies, I saw them lurking behind me and attacked them backwards.

We don't fool ourselves because we know the casserole is heavy, but our spines get cold too because we would have fooled ourselves had we not known.

Eventually, there will be an uproar of Pace's brutality, a disturbance that has abandoned two very far-fetched letters.

"Huh!?

"We're out of ground. I didn't hear you could even do that!

We were even more surprised.

Enemy soldiers who were pushing against the castle fall into holes in the hundreds of units each and are buried. I was flabbergasted by a situation I didn't even think about.

"... is that magic too?

"I can't think of anything else. Ha, that's right. I didn't mean to have a hand like that. It made sense to come here just because you saw it in my eyes."

"Are you moving the ground momentarily with the magic of transfer? Or is there another wizard? Could it have been Lord Pastry? Not painting? How does it work..."

"It's better to be thought of later. Look, the enemy ate the bait."

To the shocking sight, it was a uranta to even forget and think about the situation placed, but it returns to me much to Serjan's words.

I'm on the battlefield now. It's not a good situation to be frightened.

Opportunity and deviation to defeat the fake casserole, the rear is empty. The only thing left to watch is the degree of sorry.

I've been waiting for this.

Serjan and Uranta both fly to gestures.

"Now!! Burn everything you see!!

An operation that draws all enemies to the walls and disrupts the rear succeeds.

On this day, the Luttrut border uncle was to bite his umbilical cord and retreat.

And you will taste even more despair as you retreat.