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

With the snow scattered, the Lioncool army went for a fortress in the west.

At the earliest, there is no way for the enemy to come out to intercept, and the fortress is quietly returning.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"Hmm, maybe he escaped again..."

Roger is stunned by so much defenselessness, Andre suspects that the enemy has escaped once again.

It's a rare pattern that Roger and Andre stick to me during the march, but this is due to a slight review of the formation of the army.

It was with Pierre that Poncello, who burned to recapture the West Fortress, was replaced by Andre and the others because he volunteered to take the lead.

"No, that's right, if you run away with the support of Wang Du, you won't be able to start over... if you've given up completely yet... wait, the empty castle gauge?

An empty castle meter is a plan described in thirty-six.

It is a plan to open the gates of the castles and formations and alert the enemy generals to "whether there are any traps" or to create illusions of power.

The more careful the general is, the more defenseless he is, the more alarmed he is, and is said to fall into suspicious darkness.

The famous Zhuge Confucius Ming, Zhao Yun (Zhao Yun) and slightly minor Wen Jiao (Bumpei) are known as users in the Three Kingdoms, and the anecdotes used by Tokugawa Jiayang remain in Japan.

I think with a bump and a grunt, but I don't like the exploration of these hands.

... but you got a habit of thinking thanks to BoardOne... even the last battle saw through the ambush...

I look at the castle blurry, thinking something irrelevant.

When did I get worked out when I was always dealing with the BoardOne that kept me behind?

Experience is a great master to everyone.

"I can't help thinking about it. Proceed in preparation for unforeseen circumstances."

I instruct you to move forward, and further to the fortress.

Then enemy soldiers began to flee through the empty castle gate.

So it's a fragmented way to escape, and it doesn't seem very maneuverable.

"Dude, are you sure you're down? Without doing anything?

Roger seems frightened, but it is true that the weak army is brittle.

It is true that a soldier is something in which his own army becomes stronger when it is advantageous, and escapes as soon as it is disadvantaged.

... but don't feel too extreme nonetheless...

Everything looks suspicious if you see it as suspicious.

Because the number of opposing armies was small, but morale was high and control was in place.

It doesn't connect to the current sloppiness.

"I don't know... thank you."

As I leaned my neck, an ambassador came from the fortress.

It was Viscount Bashraal's common brother, a messenger of surrender from Boardone.

………………

After a few rounds of sending messengers around, I decided to invite BoardOne to join the Lion Cool team.

Whether there is any trap in the fortress, it is an accumulation of heart that takes BoardOne himself hostage and prevents it.

The Lyoncourt army had formed a formation, and their servants, who were the Lord, had gathered in the main army.

Board-one hasn't arrived yet, and the place has a relaxing atmosphere.

"Not the Viscount, but the Common Brother... there is no doubt that something happened to the Viscount"

"Right, that's for sure"

Dormier and Andre are snorting at each other.

It is true that it is not the Viscount who sent out the messenger of surrender that suggests their anomaly.

"It feels good to attack even if there are some traps."

"It's hard to judge...... the enemy is indeed a dead body, but he's a crook that can't be a glimmer"

Simon and Pierre also exchange views, but Simon does have a point.

There will be no impact on the battlefield even if some more damage is done.

… maybe a little too sensitive……

I find my own depth of caution ridiculous, but BoardOne is the target of many boiled water drinks.

It doesn't seem like there's anything to say about being careful and being overly careful.

There you are.

"Carriage, I'm afraid."

Zillow and Decos announced the arrival of Board One in a light-hearted tone.

Apparently BoardOne came this way in a carriage...... this is unusual.

Typically, those who are knights travel on horseback if they are not ill.

…… I hear you are ill…………

If it is a medical condition that cannot even be ridden by a horse, it is serious.

If the Viscount was strange and Boardone himself was seriously ill, the Bashraar army would lose control.

One carriage, guarded by several rides of escort, arrived and stopped a short distance from me.

A man steps down to cling to his wand.

... Old man? No………

I doubted my eyes.

I'm not an old man.

The man moves forward to stick to the wand while remaining in a different position twisting his body wide. Leg length is asymmetrical from left to right.

This is probably a spinal curvature, a condition in which the spine is curved laterally, or twisted.

There may be congenital anomalies, but few occur acquired.

The causes are not well understood and neither effective prevention nor fundamental treatments have been found.

This man, as far as I can tell, is quite seriously ill. The difference in the length of the legs from left to right would also be due to the imbalance of the body.

…… No way, is this board one……

I made a noise and swallowed my spit.

The man is morbidly thin.

Extreme spinal distortion may also be affecting the built-in.

He should still be a young man in his 20s, but he has the impression of a dead tree clutching to his wand, a weakness that doesn't make him feel anything like life force.

The man walked weakly before me and named him "It's a board-one de bashrall".

A twitch is happening around the perimeter, and Simon and others are leaking laughter.

From the young Simon, he must have felt ridiculous that he who took him to the Takemen would fall into his staff.

But you can't leave it alone.

This is a formal surrender and not a place to humiliate BoardOne.

"Town down, Lord Bashraal is a true warrior who frightens me."

I continue to speak calmly but with the utmost force.

"This variant is never frightened no matter how many thousand enemies there are. But many times I have been tormented by Sir Bashraal's knowledge, and his horrors have stained me." It's synonymous with my valor to take Lord Bashraal. "

When I told him so, I put Simon on a giraffe.

He is ashamed of his deeds and shunned and drooled.

... Well, fine. If you can reflect, you can do better... than that now...

I turned my gaze back and faced Board One.

Not Simon, but certainly not surprisingly.

I heard that I was sick and weak, but my image was like Hanbei Takenaka... I was a pitiful samurai with a narrow line suffering from lung disease or something, but I never imagined that I could stand without a cane.

There is no reason to be obsolete.

But only a sharp eyesight overlapped his imaginary appearance.

"Careful, it hurts."

BoardOne thanked him quietly and shook his head slightly.

Probably would have lowered his head.

"We, Bashraal, surrender to Lord Lionkul."

He quietly announced his intention to surrender.

It is a weak but powerless, clear voice.

"Let's accept."

BoardOne meditated quietly when I responded.

But there seems to be some thought, and remorse also seems seeping out.

"... and what did Viscount Bashraal do?

I asked about Viscount Bashraal… this is not normal.

Again, the Viscount can't escape and get back on track.

"My brother... the Viscount..."

At that time, the condition of Board One, which was quiet, changed.

He bit his teeth and stared at this one.

If resentment hurts people, I can't be intact... so much hostility is caged.

"To the assassin unleashed by Sir Lioncool, he fell on the fierce blade of Toussaint de Belli… My brother has forgiven Belli's honor with a sword… I could not see it…"

BoardOne spinned his words to spit blood, and when I heard it, I was devastated.

... No way... Toussaint... well, that's all connected...

Indeed, I had ordered Belli's parents and children to assassinate Boardone (see story 88).

From what I ordered, it was like, "If you hit it, you make money," but Toussaint did it in a situation where he could fulfill my life in discipline.

I don't know why he assassinated the Viscount, not BoardOne, but the enemy general was overthrown, and the victory and defeat were never achieved.

No matter how good an acquaintance BoardOne may be, soldiers do not obey in their imperfections.

Abandoned as a building beam for Takemen, he was ugly and sick, he could not lead the soldiers, and the army broke them down in the air.

Though he leads the army in Amoros, his physical integrity is the lowest condition.

... Toussaint, that's good, that's good. You did it!

It was one loyal minister who saved the crisis of utter destiny.

Besides, accomplish the kind of impotence even I ordered you to forget.

The moral issue of assassination is irrelevant at this time.

I was impressed by Toussaint's loyalty.

"Sir Lioncool, I resent Sir...... my brother was our hope. He led the gathering soldiers approaching 10,000 and called for the siege of Lion Cool around him, and halfway through it was achieved………………"

BoardOne is bending over and shaking his body.

The surroundings were frightened and upset.

They shouldn't have known anything about this assassination.

Assassination, for example, is dishonorable, not a praised act.

I can't help but upset my men.

But if you win the war with disgrace, you won't be unhappy with me.

Originally, Lioncool tends to be in diplomatic isolation and my reputation sucks.

... I don't have the honor to lose anymore... and my teacher (Albert) would laugh so hard...

Albert's teachings did not take morality or honor into account, they were just terrible things aimed only at winning even.

"Knights are for real about winning"

For the first time in this year, I think I understand the awesomeness of the law of war that Albert told us.

What do you call cowardice, I don't like to lose.

If we lose, we all lose a lot of things… Is that something we can forgive?

"Take it from the others and divide it into everyone"

This is what my ideal monarch looks like.

"Brilliant, cruelly. Sir's hand penetrated our army's steeple precisely… a complete defeat."

BoardOne's eyes run blood and blood seeps out of his mouth.

Maybe he ate too many teeth and bit through his mouth.

The wrath of the sick was unspeakably compelling, and the resentful narrative intimidated the surroundings.

… Well, there are many things I would like to say about the assassination……

His carelessness and anger are well understood.

But I can't even listen to BoardOne's grudge festival forever.

I gently raised my hand and took control of him.

"Conditions for surrender are the confiscation of all the Bashraal family territories, the complete renunciation of possession, and Lord Bashraal… your neck. Give land to someone in your clan, and promise to inherit your family."

"Thank you for your generosity," Boardone thanked me when I told him the terms.

Unconditional surrender, but the people's hearts will be separated by the annihilation of one of the gates of Bashraar.

It's easy to get rid of only the threatening or obtaining board one and keep and kill someone from the sidestream in the corner of Lioncool as a small lord.

To tell the truth, I want to subordinate BoardOne.

Good enemy who tormented me...... I love the development of keeping my rivals company but I can't do this.

Even as his emotion, he assassinated my brother. It would be difficult to follow me, and above all, too close to the bashrall currents.

Even though BoardOne is imperfect, it doesn't mean his son is.

His son is the son of a famous general and nephew who tormented me... enough for the flag.

"Too bad. I would have liked to have spoken with you if you had been born in Lioncool."

When I told him the truth, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I would have been captivated by jealousy with Sir Lioncool at my side. Sir has everything I ever wanted."

"Let's finish the battle," BoardOne said, heading to the carriage to stick to the wand.

I guess I'll hand over the castle as a sign of surrender.

…… the end of the battle………………

I felt a deep sorrow on his thin back.