Sweet Reincarnation

"The Mortairn family, pour together!!

To Pais' decree, the well-trained young man stretched and aligned his spine with Piscilli, and the soldier, a mercenary, turned somewhat towards Pais.

The tension runs into a shitty atmosphere.

"Better than this, I'll smash that big fat ass down"

Needless to say, it is the Dragon, the legendary monster who attacked the southern realm of God. The total length will be better than two hundred meters, and the total height will be more than forty meters. It's the kind of monster that makes me want to say it's a monster movie of any kind, and it's more of a relative of disaster and natural disaster.

People have already been eaten in hundreds of units, and even getting close is out of the question. First of all, it's an anomaly that makes me want to escape as far as I can.

Even if you knock them down, human weapons and the like have no effect on the hair earlier. It is on record that even a siege weapon using piles that exceed a ton could not cause even a scratch to be sustained. An impenetrable castle. A Destroyer of God who scatters destruction even if he walks just one step away.

It's a monster that runs through an airstrip and crashes into a deserted young man. In a situation where you are worried about whether you can escape, and more importantly, what is Pace like?

When I knocked him down, there was a voice around Pais that didn't scream or exclaim.

"Such an unscrupulous!!

"I know. That lizard, I'm not even scared of a slight or sober attack."

Is Pace watching the dragon sweetly?

No, that can't be right. While I tend to dream more than anyone else, Pais is the realist who uses any hand for this.

Then what is the sincerity of the statement? My men ask me orally.

"The sword is played, the arrow is not stabbed, and eats anything at the end of the sentence. Stamina is inexhaustible, has fast feet and can fly in the sky. There are no weaknesses."

"Wouldn't you like to win?"

In the first place, if there is such a thing as weakness, you can leave it to the National Army. Because while hiding what it means to prepare for the rebellion of the territorial nobility, there are national armies in front of the building to deal with matters beyond the control of the territorial nobility.

But Pace's will is stiff.

"Right. Certainly not something you can fight and win normally"

"Well, let's get out of here"

No, sir.

"Why!?

Fight while you know you can't win. Such a thing is not an operation or anything. It is no other paice that taught the young men not to escape.

Running away now will not be a disgrace. It can't be. You know, it's wrong in the first place to try to fight natural disasters like typhoons, earthquakes and fires have come together.

My men were trying so hard to convince Pais. I'm literally just desperate to have my own life at stake.

The heretic child of the Mortairn family, who was listening to it, speaks out loudly. Why we have to fight here. Why I can't leave the dragon alone.

I just said why we have to fight now.

"That crocodile ruined my orchard. Over the next few years, finally!! Peaches, persimmons, chestnuts, grapes, honey citrus on apples… How hard have you had to grow from seedlings? I will never forgive you!!

My men were just frightened.

Humans, through surprise and anger, they turn white in their heads.

What the hell is Pace talking about? Okay. Is there a human being?

But to clear up the grudge of the fruit, he said he was headed for an absolutely impossible crusade.

I'm an asshole. I am an idiot. You're out of your mind. It's crazy. Everyone wonders what they're thinking.

My men are absolutely right, but Pais is Pais wherever he goes.

"... me, can I run?

The mercenaries tried to escape without the earliest possible action.

It is normal as a person.

But controlling the movement, Pais went on to say the words.

"I know. Reckless is the best opinion. It's only suicide, such as assault. But now I'm a military commander. I'm ashamed to run even though I have a chance of winning. I'm not asking you to shout recklessly as the one who keeps everyone alive."

"Ho."

It was Pylon who reacted as quickly as possible to Pais's words.

He's been doing a lot of research on Pais. I also used the money to do a thorough research, especially before and after being hired by the Mortairn family.

And a bunch of incredible accomplishments that come out. It is the next protagonist of the Mortairn family, Pastry-Mil-Morthern, who has dealt with thousands of nobles in Haiqianshan, stretched beyond the adults of the Mortairn and accumulated a track record that could never be imitated by anything else.

When it comes to what the source of that feat lies, the wisdom of a boy who produces ideas that cannot be measured by common sense and that have no thump.

Even if you tend to be confused by the extraordinary power of magic or your father's English name, in the end, Pais is crazy.

A thought that seems crazy at first glance, produced from a different head.

If this has achieved results that no one else can think of in the past, maybe the same thing will happen again this time.

Just listen to me for now, Pylon told his men.

"I have a chance."

"Win? On that one?

Win a walking natural disaster, with the power of people.

I don't see how that's possible, but that's where everyone remembers. To the fact that the little boy in front of you is a wizard with more superordinary powers than the power of man.

The only way to deal with atrocities that go beyond people's knowledge is to use abilities that go beyond people's knowledge as well. There's no other way for a man to beat a dragon.

That means that at a time when there are people who can use magic, there is a chance that they might win.

If the most mysterious magical powers are used by geniuses who do not seem decent, is there any revolutionary way?

Everyone's expectations increase irrevocably.

"Try me, those are just big reptiles. I'm not afraid enough."

"Ooh!?

And Pais assured me. They call it the Great Dragon, but they say it is a beast without wisdom.

No matter how much you fly in the sky, whether you have an undamaged scale, or a giant body calling for ruin, what's wrong with it?

No matter how big your body gets, if your opponent is a brain rich idiot, people can win by wisdom. Pais promised a strong victory.

"I have a secret plan. I want everyone to believe me."

I have an operation to keep. There was strength in the eyes of those paces.

"I've been saving my life for Master Pais a long time."

"We, too, have already taken an oath. This life, this loyalty, is for the Mortairns."

Seeing Pais so confident, the people who had calculated to run away until just now start wondering if maybe they could.

In particular, the intentions of the young people, starting with the prohor, are amazing.

They grew up hearing the hero Tan from a young age, all well-raised people. Young, bloody old, about the age I can dream of becoming a hero myself.

Dedicate yourself to your home, be faithful, and defeat the legendary dragon at its end. It's painful everywhere, isn't it just like being a character in a story?

I didn't put my life on hold here, and I raised my mind where I was going to hang it. Though stirred by Pais, he was set on fire by his heart's smoking heroic aspirations.

If you're not going to die for nothing, is it part of the deal to risk your life here?

And the mercenaries are also caught in the enthusiasm of the youngsters.

As a mercenary, you're hired for a good amount of money. I would rebel if they just told me to die, but if they told me I had a chance, that my employer himself would take the lead, and later my men would go on, I couldn't possibly escape as a mercenary.

I began to wonder if I would be a free coward if I ran away here. Without realizing whose guidance it is.

Pylon sighed, for Christ's sake.

If you say you have a chance, you can bet on secrets and tricks. If we're going to abandon ourselves with it and treat ourselves like pawns, let us get away with everything we can, but as long as Pace affirms that we still have eyes to win and survive, it's our job to follow orders.

The intelligent servant nodded to Pace's opinion in spicy, one of his stupidity.

Pais of the day who stirred us all up. I've been sourcing big cloths from somewhere. Apparently, he's been disrespecting the military tents of the Bombino family. Payce says he'll return it later, but whatever it was, he seemed confident he would survive.

Truly, if the dragon strikes you, you will perish. Now one or two pieces of cloth are stolen and angry people stay.

"Give this to everyone."

"What's this?

"It's just a cloth"

"Cloth?"

Pace cuts the "which happened to fall conveniently” cloth to the right size and gives it to the soldiers. It's a wide cloth, as long as a cross section.

The size of a hammock that could make two or three people ride.

What the hell am I going to do with this cloth?

The soldiers handed over are also puzzled.

"However, it is specially made for which I have [transcribed] these paintings."

Pais explains the magic on the cloth.

What was painted there [transcribed] was a picture of a soldier running away. It was a really exquisite painting that could be called a photograph.

The background is also clearly drawn, and from a distance it can be misinterpreted as part of the landscape.

"Ooh, what's the secret to this?

As far as secrets are concerned, something like this must be important. The person who was given it held it in his hand, feeling terrified, and asked him how the hell he would use it.

"This shows a painting of his favorite, obtained by observing the dragon"

"A painting of a favorite... aren't you a person"

"I was attacking, obviously, in view of the density of people. That's why with exquisite paintings, you should be fooled for a while"

"Getting fooled?

Dragon's favorite painting. i.e. the painting of the escapee.

If you flinch this in front of the big fat ass, you must mistake the bait for running away.

That was also understood by the soldiers. Even though there was resistance to describing humans as bait, it was understandable in itself to plot to deceive dragons with fake paintings on pictures.

After that, what do you do after you cheat?

"You take this paintcloth and stir up the dragon. Tension the cloth, making it shiny and noticeable. The dragons that come to attack it are filled with gaps."

Pais says he fishes dragons with pseudo-bait.

If you misconstrue that the painted soldier is moving around, the dragon is bound to be caught and chased.

I analyzed the results of my observation of the dragon, so I'm pretty sure, but is it true? The soldiers' suspicions are endless.

Besides, he doesn't say what's at stake. I can tell until I let the soldier hold a long cloth and steer the cloth out of consciousness. Soldiers will also be extraordinarily safer than relative to dragons towards their faces.

But that's it. What shall we do after we have guided them?

"If you guide me well, I'll take care of it later."

Pais doesn't talk about the rest.

He said it was a secret because it was a secret, and that he would take on the aftermath if he could guide him successfully.

I'm not convinced. You can't even do it. But if you don't do it or not, you have to do it.

The soldiers followed Pais' instructions and checked the edges of the cloth.

"Okay, let's go. I'll make a legend."

The decree of Pais and the magic activation were simultaneous.

Soldiers who weren't ready for feelings either, but soon I realize I can't even say that. More so, because he [transferred] right next to Dailong.

Bye, screaming, soldiers scatter on their hands. It's exactly what I had included beforehand, but I guess I'm just saying that there happened to be only one direction or the other to escape, rather than moving as I was told.

While running, the first thing that made the cloth flicker was the pro-hole. Spread the cloth as you flee, the painting stirred by the wind moves in a bumpy fashion, recreating a realistic fleeing abundance in the painting of the painted soldier.

They also noticed the dragon. I guess he also feels that the “bait” he was chasing around, escaping sporadically, came a lot from him. Stimulated by his appetite, his eyes are chasing two populations. And eventually fix your gaze on one population.

Slowly, a slow-moving dragon.

In front of such a dragon. There was a man standing alone.

Put up your sword and say your mouth while stirring your hair in the wind and smiling disgustingly.

"I'm the one, Pastry. Tell the dragon there in my name. Destroying the land, eating good people without sin, is a great evil. Reflect now and go back to the woods. Otherwise, I will denounce you in the name of Mortairn!!

A voice often heard by the soldiers who were running away. It was a declaration in a clear voice that seemed to go everywhere.

Pace standing still with his sword and a dragon chasing his bait. Keep the distance between the dragon and Pace approaching, and the dragon opens its big mouth.

At the time I thought it was a moment of showdown.

"The Young Admiral was eaten!!

As it was, Pais disappeared into the dragon's mouth.