Sweet Reincarnation

People run.

The weak, the young, the old, the sick just run to escape death.

A soldier with a sword falls who cannot move his leg and helps him with it.

To protect those who are powerless to fight, the warriors abhor their voices.

"Hurry!!

It is the soldiers of the Mortairn family who throw away even their baggage and direct the people of Lunsbadge territory who are full and confused.

If Pais was here, and I could use magic, I might not have had to run this far.

But now, Pais is single and attracts the attention of a dragon and serves as his hall by himself. Magic is used for that reason, and there is very little room for it to be used elsewhere.

Tortoise walks even if you say you run because there are children and old people. Soldiers hurrying through the full force disease with only less than fast paced adult men.

Why are we doing this?

One of the soldiers blurred.

As a soldier who belongs at dawn, as a mercenary, I still don't mind if I fight and die. But what are we doing now? As Mortaire people, we are directing Lunsbadge villagers who have no ties or ties to the Lunsbadge because of the Lunsbadge family's butt plush, to Bombino territory again for some reason.

Why should I do this? If you are a soldier of the Mortairn family, I feel that you may abandon it and escape. A situation where you don't know when and when the dragon will catch up and you have to be prepared to die if you are caught up.

If we leave our feet here at least, our chances of being helpful will increase. If so, shouldn't we decide that there is no stopping it, even if it is ruthless?

That thought was what many of the mercenaries felt.

"Don't bump into me"

Prohor, who was in command of the evacuation as a servant of the Mortairn family, admires the words of the soldiers.

"But with those slow legged people, you can't keep moving."

"I know, I know."

When it comes to why we are struggling, it is undoubtedly because we have refugees with us.

I don't know what it's like to be upset.

"After all, why don't you leave me?

At last, Prohor grabs one of the soldiers in his mouth.

"That word, never again"

Prohor's sword screen clearly showed anger.

Mercenaries who believe they are making reasonable decisions look back in confusion.

"Hey, what's up?"

"What are we for? To kill people? To take the treasure? To abuse people?

"Oh?

A man who says back to Pro Hor, who says something unexplainable, with his chest barn grabbed.

If I'm not willing to ask questions here, I put cancer on it.

But I can't pull it off with a pro hole. You shouldn't.

They have an important mindset to remember.

"We are to protect the weak. It's the thoughts of everyone who pledges allegiance to the Mortairns."

All the young men recruited by the Mortairn family as squire are graduates of the cadet school.

The first thing they were taught and knocked in from the upper level of the Mortairn family, starting with Pais, was what the power was for.

What time is it okay to use something called violence that you can do whatever you want? It's time to protect the powerless.

Now is the time.

Mindset as a soldier, not a mercenary fighting for money. That, the man who was told by Prohor, understands his mistakes.

"... oh"

"I don't know how much experience mercenaries have in action. But we're not mercenaries anymore. Soldier. If you're going to abandon your pride, why don't you just run away?"

"Don't lick it!!

With his chest barn hands released, the man gently curls, but soon regains himself.

Instead, until now, we've been scolding the unscrupulous people who just took it away from the weak ones, saying that it was none other than ourselves.

Leave the women and children here and run away. I was excited to see if I could imitate that shit.

"Show it not only with your mouth, but with your attitude. If you have to, stick your body up, but I'll protect you all."

"Do it. Ah."

Prohor's words, which were morale boosted even without trying. Everything that was heard excites and directs people.

I can even remember the reliability of carrying an old woman with legs in her breath, holding a crying toddler, running aloud, etc.

Hurry up. Hurry up and make a breakthrough. Soldiers. The captain watching it approaches the pro-hole with one cheek raised.

"That's a great mindset."

Perhaps it was a phrase that contained the word. As head of a mercenary regiment that has been relative to the nobility of Haiqian Mountain Thousand, Pylon was amused by Prohor's words.

Beautiful people are rotten. That's what I'm saying, fine commanders, nobles, etc. are all over the place.

But when faced with a critical situation, there are few people who can carry out beautiful things on par.

It was such a sentiment.

"... taught by instructor Mortairn"

Prohor, now more embarrassed by his words with blood on his head and his mouth accidentally.

I say the mindset was just taught by Pais.

"Taught?

"Originally, I had a cadet education at the cadet school. Master Pastry was the instructor then."

Pylon is amazed at the young man's history in front of him.

As you can see from the name, Prohor is not a nobleman either. I'm not even from the aristocracy. Nonetheless, he was said to have received higher education in schools for aristocracy.

This is enough to surprise me, but besides the fact that the instructor is Pais. Whatever you think, it's not normal.

"You've been teaching them a lot."

Pylon was surprised from the bottom of his heart.

I admire the fact that you were being taught by a great opponent, but there are two great meanings.

One is the fact that it was taught to people of such age that the teaching side obviously deserves more than the teaching side.

One is the good fortune that he had been taught to be a man of distinguished ability.

Either way, you're definitely an awesome opponent.

"I've learned a lot from that one, but he tapped me into saying that the most basic thing is mindset"

"I don't think so."

The way Pais is taught is balanced. The main focus was on developing all-mighty talent who could do anything, because the Mortairn family had a backward purpose of securing the talent they needed more than the original.

For this reason, emphasis is placed on filling the missing parts.

Knowledge is given to those who lack it, strength is given to those who lack it, and hard-headed humans are given flexible thinking.

And to a man who was capable of having it all but was humbled, he tapped into spiritual strength.

It is the strength of the mind that does not escape reality that Prohor was thoroughly knocked into Pais.

"At least I do my best. In time, protect and show them all."

Pylon had something to feel for Prohor's attitude, which was lavish when he hurried but paid attention to his surroundings and absolutely let everyone evacuate him.

"Like, that mindset. I like it. Honestly, sudden work complained about such a shitty job, but isn't it a man trying to protect anything weak?"

"... of course"

"Anyone who can take for granted can be trusted. Mercenaries have faith above all else. Bastards!! Don't let one get away with it!!

"" Oh!!

If a squire takes pride in being a quasi-knight and puts his body through the muscles to be passed through, there is a way for mercenaries to respond.

If the eye meets the eye and the tooth meets the trusted man, return the eye to the tooth with a function that meets the trust.

Pylon barked. I command my men not to leave me alone. I'll take you without one left. Shouting that you shouldn't let him get away with it.

Prohor really wanted to say it, even though he felt the word sincerely reliable.

"Don't let them get away with it..."

The poor gala of the mercenaries was a pro-hole that kept running as hard as it could possibly be.

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The Mortaire army, which took the Lunsbadge inhabitants, had reached the Bombino territorial capital.

Escape while fighting the fear of when we will be caught up, worrying that we may be ahead of ourselves.

It was not an easy thing, but it would be a commendable feat to have accomplished.

"All right, is Nylier safe?"

"Good day, everyone."

Uranta greets the face that is about to fall.

Excellent at boulders, he had even completed arrangements for food and drinking water, clothing, medicines and blankets, and his reception was in perfect condition.

The good hand-working and high scouting ability of the Bombino family is commendable because they are prepared to see if this will happen, even though it should be unexpected, such as rendezvous with the Lunsbadge inhabitants.

"Oh? What happened to Lord Pastry?

Such a uranta asks about the searcher, looking around for a moment.

I'm looking for someone who would definitely stand out if I were you. It's easy to conclude that you're not here. I asked him where he had gone, and one of the mercenaries answers with a drink of water.

"Buy your Dragon opponent some time. Come on."

There was a lot of endorsement around for the mercenary's opinion that there were a few screws off your head.

I said I would stay and do my life for the sake of civilians who are not my own people.

I don't think you have an approximate decent nerve.

"Huh!?

"Still, you're making fun of me. Come on."

"Yes, it is. Is it okay?"

I never thought Pais was staying and stopping. Uranta. Because I even thought Pace would be back soon, just because I was back in territory first.

Unexpectedly, Uranta is not worried.

"Come on?"

"Shh!!

"The Young Admiral also has magic... so it's easy to think he'll be okay. If you want to escape, you can do it easily."

"Well, there was magic, magic"

To the mercenary's opinion, Uranta was a little relieved that it was. If you just run away on your own, Pais can do it without difficulty. There's magic, there's strength, there's wisdom.

I just have to tell you that it's supposed to be okay.

Of course, there was nothing to worry about.

A hairy boy shows up in his heart who doesn't even care as much about his hair as he worries about Uranta. They flew in [momentarily] at such a time that the inhabitants were expected to arrive.

In fact, I'm not even surprised what was foreseen by the only means, that the mortarns are the usual.

The only thing that surprises and appeases us is the uranta.

"Are you all right?

Even if we know it, Pais will confirm it.

Even if it seems safe at first sight, it is possible that it is not. All the time, the world is full of unexpected things. Especially since there are many around the pais, you can't fail to confirm it.

"Oh, Young Admiral. It's all right. They all dragged us down."

Human beings who could no longer run were also carried up by soldiers.

It was the original escape of the determination not to let the shepherds out as one, and the consequent bringing of all was due to the work of the soldiers. With great merit, Pais praises the soldiers.

"Fine. But...... the Lunsbadge army has pulled the dragon right around the corner"

I let him get away with it.

But the fact that the people who were trying to conquer the inhabitants were falling along the way and that dragons had gotten used to Pace's magic didn't make it possible to stop them completely while delaying them, Pace says.

"That's tough. Do we run around here?

There will be no more use for boulders.

As a Mortairn family, pulling it up here should be enough. The original purpose was fulfilled and the beast was gone, as were the non-combatants.

It is the false authenticity of the soldiers that they want to escape as soon as possible, such as where dragons eat people as if Aliqui eats ants.

"No, it doesn't either"

But Pace disagreed with the mercenaries that he still had work to do.

"Yes?"

"That lizard bastard ruined something important to me."

"Something important?

No way, Viscountess Bombino, or was someone else important eaten? Such tension runs to the soldiers.

"It was in Bombino territory, it ate my orchard!!

"What, with that?"

But I weakened at once in Pace's words.

In the territory of Bombino there was a vast area of farmland leased by the Mortairn family, where fruits obtained abroad in trade or the kind of fruit trees available within the Kingdom of God were grown.

One important field interest, where Pais got treatment for septicaemia in the name.

That's why the dragon, who took his steps behind schedule, ate him with peroncho. Not only meat but even fruit trees are the subject of appetite.

Leaving this alone could endanger even the other orchards and prevent Pace himself from getting the fruit.

Pais was furious that that should not have happened.

"I will never forgive you!! This is how it happened. That big lizard is the enemy of the Mortairn family. Yes but I will let you drop it!!

"Hey Young Admiral!!

"Go, go!!

There was not a single person who would stop Pais from taking the initiative.