Tadashi Tanaka (41) Birth of a Kingdom – ‘Medieval Europe Is Too Harsh!’

The year has dawn.

I was staring at my son waving his sword in the garden... Simon.

Enzo against.

Enzo is an excellent samurai but is now completely overwhelmed by a 12-year-old boy.

It's a game format audition with swords and shields.

The first two were taken by Enzo. This is now the third battle.

Simon moves fast, sharp, and strong.

His wild beastly fighting spirit and movements gradually hunt down Enzo, who began to show fatigue.

"Ever!

Enzo raised his voice.

They are both breathing rough and the heat is rising white from their bodies all the time.

"Ha, ha, ha... I'm here, there's nothing to teach Master Simon at the earliest."

Enzo stands still with his breath, stretching out his spine and relative to Simon.

Is it the will of the samurai that supports it?

Today Enzo told me, "I want you to see how Simon finishes," and to this day.

Simon's sword moves and physical abilities are tremendous.

I don't have to know if it's a serious place to compete, and if it's a game format, it's reaching a fair level.

... This is enough. Later it would be good to drill in action......

I've never been good at martial arts, but the fact of the matter is that martial arts in battlefield and game form are completely different things.

The famous warrior is very weak in the game format, or vice versa, the master of martial arts dies in battle with Assari without being able to read the battlefield flow.

Enzo knew enough about it and made me check on Simon's finish.

I make a deliberate footsteps and approach the two of them.

"Simon, brilliant. That was Enzo's instruction."

"No, a child with a delicacy (offal) is still a delicacy, if I can do a little more body, I won't be able to reach it... it's a genius."

Enzo happily loosened his licence.

A delicacy means a delicacy that is excellent for the public.

Enzo seems to have a habit of favoring a little old rhetoric.

"Simon, how's the horse?

"Great at it."

Simon has a busy mouth.

"Okay, a little early, but I'm going to turn you in... please, seven out of ten is the big enemy to lose next battle"

When I threatened him a little and laughed at him, Simon took a breath.

But as soon as Enzo called out, "Don't worry," Simon seemed to have regained his mind.

After all, there is a bond between the disciples.

"Master Barian has won a battle he has never won. If you don't miss one winning chance in three or a hundred places in ten. Don't worry."

When Enzo said, "Right?" and check with me.

Those eyes look like they're "don't intimidate me too much."

"Anyone can do things like earn a neck chase in a win. You're turning back the loss, aren't you?

"I'm not usually happy there."

Enzo laughed bitterly at her shoulders.

"Watch the armor at Anselm's. When I'm done resizing, I'm in charge."

I stroke Simon's head grizzly.

If you are a lieutenant, you are alone.

At least I won't be able to stroke my head in public.

My cute son scratched his feet under my hand.

After this half-month, Simon serves as a knight.

Only those with Enzo's permission will compete in the next battle.

There may be times when you decide to abandon my sweet little boy if you go to war.

I got myself back together too.

For the record, the song knife that Simon deposited from Anselm's place was a crappy substitute like the "Blue Dragon Knife" or "Willow Leaf Knife," which is not similar to the Japanese knife... I don't have the feeling it's not here.

Since it is a corner, I decided to use it... but I will try to improve it a little bit.

Don't tell me you thought about lengthening the pattern and making it look like Sekiba.

………………

On the other hand, the situation in the centre was chaotic.

The "King's Brotherhood", which holds Mathias I, took the throne beautifully and succeeded in the rebellion.

However, this faction had a clear vision to the point of "seizing the throne," but there was no vision of "after the throne".

The assembled soldiers worked looting around the Wang capital and lost control.

The nobles who should stop it are also too busy with the chair arrangements of the new regime to stay in the security, etc.

Matthias I was also satisfied that the fuzzy goal of "wanting to be king" was achieved, contending with the surroundings on the spot and failing to take in the neo-Kings and neutrals.

One advances peace on his own, and at the same time another sends an army... the point is a repetition of stand-up play and foot pull within the faction.

I can't even capture things that I can take in with this.

But it was Matthias I's charisma that kept his body as a group and continued to attack the small forces around him.

This new king lacked the political and military sense, but he was good at attracting people.

This is an illogical ability.

Matthias I contends with the Dukes of Castella and Benetto and other leading dignitaries, while continuing the landscape around the King's Capital.

Then, as a result of the combination of the occasional response and the character of Matthias I, the king of the kingdom of parental skin, a soldier is deposited with Viscount Bashrall and a Lioncool Crusader is emitted.

The number is 30,000, and the real number is about 2,000.

The army, forcibly gathered from the area conquered by Matthias I, goes all the way east.

This low morale army was too uncontrolled to continue marching as it carried out the looting first to go.

As the looting continues, the group swells up entangling hungry people, bandits, defectors and other predators.

And the looting continues to earn the food support of the increased, bringing together even more suspicious predators… Thus the Viscount Bashraal army exceeded 8,000.

An army is a collection of usurpers just by name.

But even if there is a problem with quality, it must be quite a large army.

If this looting is to attract people, I'd say it's quite handy.

Matthias I's decision to send troops was resolute, but the march was too slow and it was at the end of the summer and in the middle of the fall that he approached Bashraar.

………………

"Dear Barrian, Sir Poncero has contacted me. They say Viscount Bashraal's army is approaching. That's about 7,000 to 8,000 people."

"Mmm, that's a lot."

I lurked my eyebrows when I heard the report of a member of the Brotherhood of Veterans.

His name is Dominic Dormier.

It's an old stock (veteran) that follows me from the Berger expedition.

My arm is definite, but anyway, I have a strong upward orientation, and Andre and Poncello became knights, so I bought a civilian field job.

Dormier is a brunette brunette lioncooler in her mid-30s.

His work in battle is harsh and uncalled for. Few wounds have been inflicted.

He is also a master of spears and bows and has unlimited martial arts.

The impression is impressed by the beard (beard), which is not very well groomed, and the wound that runs to the cross on the forehead.

Honestly, my clerical abilities are less than mediocre, but I bought Dormier's Hungry spirit.

He has literally risen only with his own arms from the helpless situation of the five men of the poor farmer.

Now he is a townsman with a large farm and many slaves in Baysun… it is a big deal indeed.

However, I have a few doubts about this Dormier report.

According to reports I received earlier, the Bashraar army was roughly six thousand.

Some errors are attached, but 2,000 is too much.

"We have more enemies than the previous report, but have we joined Baron Cocteau and other forces in the south?

"So far, there have been no reports from Baron Cocteau."

I tilted my neck when I heard the Dormier report.

If it's less, I can predict you're doing something small, but how can you expect it to be significantly more?

"Lolo, what do you think?

"Right...... it's easy to have a high number. Someone has decided to rendezvous, but if it is not Baron Cocteau, would it be the southern lords..."

Lolo also thinks as he strokes his jaw.

By the way, Lolo and this Dormier are not close.

It's not so bad as to say it's bad, but it probably doesn't fit.

Lolo, who has nothing to do with upward orientation, doesn't like the bumpy type and Dormier is not the type he prefers.

From Dormier's point of view again, it shouldn't be funny that Rollo is always coming next to me.

But they are adults with each other there... even the tables don't fight or hate each other.

I just feel like I'm avoiding it somehow.

"It's a decree," a young soldier jumped in there.

"From where?

When I checked with a calm voice, it came from the north of Bashraar.

That was a report that Count Darmon's army was leading just over 2,000 southbound.

"What? Count Darmon is an ex-New Kingship… I'm not even saying he's on my side, but I didn't expect him to cooperate with the Bashraar army."

In my heart, I wish it were a lie, but there's no reason for this soldier to lie.

"The north is unprepared... but did Count Darmon send reinforcements here?

"Stupid, that can't be right. I was taken in by the enemy."

I smiled at Dormier's words.

I didn't ask for reinforcements or anything, and I don't have any relationship with Count Darmon.

Now that the New Kings have fogged out, they may have been willing to hand souvenir my neck to get into Mathias I.

The problem, as Dormier put it, is that north of Bashraal territory, there is no decent preparation.

I assumed the enemy's route of attack would come from the west or south.

This is a completely unexpected move.

If this happens, we'll have to send out an army to deal with this one.

"What about military mobilization?

"It's going well. We should be all set in a few days."

I snort "good" at Dormier's words.

Viscount Bashraal's movements are being detected and the army is being mobilized.

It's a hard place to fight a series of battles, but it's not impossible to deal with Count Darmon alone.

Bad reports continue.

"Dear Barrian, a decree from the south!

I stretched my face as a jerk.

"From the south, Baron Cocteau and the Knight Ge lead about 2,000 men northbound."

The knight's family with this ghetto or other ridiculous surname is a knight with a territory next to Baron Cocteau to the west.

There are 800 soldiers left in Poncero.

There are about 2,000 newly mobilized troops in Lioncool and it is opaque how many soldiers will be gathered in Bashraal territory.

"It's a decree!

"Do you still have something!?

I bared my voice.

The innocent decree flaunted his shoulders and frightened at my anger.

…… it is not good to shrink the transmission and get accurate reports………

After a while, I took a deep breath and let my mind sink.

"Sorry, let's hear the report."

"…… is a rebellion in Bashraal territory"

It is a rebellion in Bashraal territory.

"At this time!!

"Because this is the right time, Hohei et al."

Lolo despises me for being so overwhelmed.

Apparently, there are idiots in Bashraal territory who have raised their soldiers.

Troops are no big deal, but it's troublesome when there's a chain of conspiracy.

It is difficult to assume that this is a coincidence.

...... there is a painter, possibly a boardone de bashraal......!

"All the while, Board One......! If I catch you, I'll rip four pieces and feed them to the pigs."

I bite my teeth sharply.

There is no basis... but my suspicion tells me the enemy is BoardOne.

Increase the number of soldiers given, turn the Earl of Darmon back to sleep, work with Baron Cocteau and other forces, and fan the rebellion in Bashrall territory.

Brilliant.

Moreover, it operates separately without compiling a fragmented chain of command.

Surely this one will be able to operate more efficiently than gathered as a crowd of the UAE.

Really brilliant.

... but I win. I look forward to hearing the sound of your brothers smashing their skulls...

I think of strong enemies I haven't seen yet, and I feel like I'm paralyzed from the core of my body.

Truly the warplanes are full, and the time is ripe.

Later, BoardOne is said to have besieged Lioncool with 100,000 soldiers in this battle.

It is a little overwhelming, but there is no doubt that more than 10,000 soldiers have moved even less.

The war was about to begin here.