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

Previously on Until.

Joining the main unit, we head all the way to the west fortress.

Occasionally, we captured small enemy teams (we don't know what's good), but Simon leads the cavalry and drives them away.

I don't have much time to deal with them right now.

"Again, and that's a lot..."

"Yeah, I can't imagine how many thousands there are"

Pierre responded to my blur with discipline.

Every time you discover an enemy, your army steps slowly and your march speed is extremely slow.

That fact is frustrating and boring.

... I don't know. I guess I'm getting old and stupid......

If you realize I'm 30 years old too... I'm never a young man in Amoros where medical care is immature.

Looks like Simon led the cavalry and ran out.

... Well, maybe it's just right for Simon's training...

In fact, Simon's stewardship over and over again seems to be getting better.

But the purpose of this march is not training.

"Don't loosen the team's legs! Move on!

Irritated, I fly, and the army keeps moving without rest.

Now the Lionkur army is a mixed army that includes Bashraar soldiers and surrendered rebel forces.

Its legs are slow and its movement is dull...... even if it is slowing down, it won't go 10 km a day.

"Don't be too blunt, even a turtle would be a little more shy."

"Well, I can't help it. It's a collection."

Pierre offered me dried meat.

"No, I'm not hungry... I'll take it."

I received a large piece of dried meat from Pierre and chewed it.

It's a strange thing, and it seems a little distracting when I'm moving my jaw.

... With that said, it's like I've heard that chewing stabilizes and calms your heart rate...

I silently bite the chakra and the dried meat... honestly, it's not hard or tasty, but I can't tell you how luxurious it is in battle.

"Lolo tells me it's a good idea to give you food when your brother-in-law is restless...... oh, do you want some water?

I received a water bottle saying, "Oh, I'll take it."

Hi, it seems Lolo taught Pierre before he left something like "Barian Handling"... I know it's rude talking about giving him food if he gets angry, but it actually worked, so I can't say anything.

Drinking the water I received is crisp and cold... simply because the temperature is low, but this coolness cools my head.

"Did you calm down?

"Oh, that's different when you put it in your belly...... let's send a messenger to Viscount Bashraal. Make an offer for a meeting."

I sneer bitterly and join the messenger race.

Though it would be good to be driven by nature and choose a well-known one, I would like to employ an old Bashraal minister who is familiar to both enemies here.

"You're Knight Antlemon. Let's send him."

"…… indeed, it would be appropriate for someone to know a little bit about what was going on before, if we were to explore the anomaly of the Bashraar army, I will arrange it immediately"

Pierre moved quickly and started pointing fingers somehow.

I threw all the chores in this hand at my men these days... well, it would be something like this.

There's no point in me doing everything, and it's impossible.

However, because the organization is immature, only those with personal connections to me have a place to play.

But Pierre grew up fine.

He is regarded as Roger and ace in my younger generation.

Doing his military affairs without difficulty and with a good perception, he is also excellent as a balancer of the organization.

Perfect for holding the rank of deputy general, and I'm going to ask him to assist me in any case.

... Well, that's more of a battle right now than we talked about earlier... We need to concentrate...

I retightened and stared ahead.

At this pace, you'll reach the west fortress in a few days.

………………

"… so this is the response………"

I shrugged in front of my two lined necks.

The Lord of the neck is Antormon, the knight who used him as a messenger to Viscount Bashlar, and Toussaint de Belli, who was captive.

Antholmon's squire, who brought these back, said they were pale in the face and not here in the heart.

Perhaps he is ashamed of the fact that he took it home with him and feared punishment from me.

... Well, I wouldn't be responsible for this guy...

"You did well," I said, laboring my squire.

The squire stiffens his body with vicli and lowers his head.

"You did a good job. Even when the master was debated, he did not run briefly, and often he took both his necks back. Let my lord (Antlemon) reward me on his behalf."

Soon I took off my persolone-style fur feathers and lowered them to my squire.

A man in sight lowers his reward by rewarding him for his work on the battlefield… This means the establishment of a subordinate relationship, but in this case, there is no choice.

Anyway, his master is in the neck.

"More than this, support the succession of Knight Antholmon. If you have any problems, just tell me."

I gave the Antholmons the courage to cooperate in their survival, lowering their squire.

Exactly. I didn't imagine this pattern either, and I did something wrong with Knight Antlemon.

"However… the neck of the messenger is cruel."

"Sir Belli's neck is old. It was discussed a long time ago."

Andre faces his neck in front of him, and Decos observes calmly.

"I won't have any negotiations, is that an expression of intent to say?

"Right…… but have you done anything to make me resent you so much?

Questioning Pierre's doubts, I tilted my neck.

War is "somehow" rules-like insanity, and the killing of messengers, for example, is a clear violation of the rules.

Those indisciplines are not penalized because they were broken, but in this case the Lionkur army, which was killed the messenger, will never have negotiations against Bashraar again.

At least there can be no doubt that the Bashraar side contains a willingness to cut off negotiations.

... Well, I don't follow the rules either...

I felt uncomfortable.

This is not a breaking of the rules that would tactically poke at us or attack our weaknesses.

Kill the messenger...... I feel something resentful there.

"Well, there's a conflict of years, and we're occupying territory."

"And maybe the Belli and Antormons who follow us couldn't forgive us."

Roger and Pierre seem convinced, but I can't help it.

… but it's not a question of why……

A messenger of our army was killed by cowardly means.

The knights don't do housekeepers because they like me and the Lioncool family.

If you have to, protect and retaliate against external enemies, you ask me to serve you.

This neighborhood is no different than Yakuza's familiarity, which makes him stare, "You won't understand if you get your hands on my children."

In other words, in this case, the servants would not be convinced if they did not retaliate against Toussaint and Antholmon.

The occasion decided that at least the will to retaliate needed to be shown, and I got up.

"... Toussaint and Antholmon have been murdered, are we good as this?

Intentionally speaking low voice, looking around.

"I'm asking if it's good as it is!!

furthermore angry at his voice, shouting out loud.

The big body, the cracking bell I forged up on the battlefield, sounded all over the formation, turning around to see what the soldiers were up to.

"Toussaint and Antormon are dead!! Even cowardly Bashraal killed the messenger!!

I looked over at the soldiers in the line and I said, "Get up!" and flew away.

The soldiers, who had paused for a while, rose to their surprise and watched how this one was doing.

I didn't try to hide my anger, I stared at the soldiers.

Everyone doesn't have a word about how horrible you look.

"Our brave men were killed by cowardly means!! Can I forgive you!? Will Toussaint or Antholmon float like this!!

In my anger, the soldiers changed their complexion.

The soldiers in the Lyon Cool Army today are very afraid of my anger.

The awe seems to have begun with the other day's "Giant Exorcism" and "Skewered Sticks Alive".

... I've read somewhere that monarchs are more feared than loved, and this is it...?

I remembered the words of remembrance and convinced myself.

... If you decide so, you'll be terrified...

I shook up my loose song knife and raised my voice.

"Stack the bashralls' necks before me!! If your neck is heavy, shred your nose!! Kill him!! Kill him!!

The soldiers slap their shields and step on the ground to respond to my anger.

"Don't get behind bravely dead Toussaint and Antholmon!! Forward (avantse)!!

All of a sudden, there was a lot of confusion during the march, but the soldiers walked out of the line.

He's obviously afraid of my anger and afraid of getting stuck.

I ride a horse and drive the soldiers away.

"Move on!! Move on!! Whoever loosens his stride will poke with a spear!!

The faces of the soldiers who heard my anger rose with tension and continued to walk at full speed with sweat on their foreheads.

That appearance is not an earlier movement of gathering.

… good, don't make double the distance with this speed……

I chuckle as I watch the soldiers walk.

I would not exactly imitate spearing a shepherd, but the Lioncool army continued to march at an incredible rate.