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

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Led by the carriage on board one, the Lioncool army resumes its march.

I don't know what to say... when the carriage is in the army, we don't have to look like escorts.

It would be a slightly unusual sight.

"Don't help me get home before the snow."

"Kahaha, do you miss 's ass?

"Dumb bastard! By now, a man will be facing the pavilion master in your house!

I can hear the soldiers whispering and laughing.

Now it is not in a combat position, and the 'somehow' relaxed air is spreading throughout the army due to the visit of a surrender envoy.

The long battle is coming to an end, and I guess everyone is taking a whopping breath.

... It's not really good, but there are parts of it that I can't help...

I watched my army march blurry and perceived weariness hanging on my shoulders.

I've been wearing my armor for a long time now... my shoulders are just as stiff, and more importantly, I'm tired.

"What is it?

Andre noticed my sigh and spoke with concern.

Recently he has changed completely and seems to have started stretching his beard (beard) as well as thinning his hair.

I don't know what to say...... they look great but they look like they are about 50 years old.

Well put, splendid, worse said, too old... I'm only supposed to be 35.

"No, I'm doggedly tired when I think that's it. I'm not young anymore."

"That's right. Master Barrian is about the same age as your son."

Me and Andre advance the horse with a light slap.

"Still, are you certain you ordered Sir Belli to assassinate you?

"Yeah, if it works, it feels like it's gonna make money... you did good."

I felt the work and sacrifice of Toussaint and my chest ached.

It would be a lousy money making iron cannon if you hit it from here, but from him it would have been a heavy order.

Anyway, I took the old lord by order of my master. There must have been various grids.

"We succeeded, so there are no more results. It's just a ghost hand. The Belli family must be rewarded with great reward."

Andre is also an Albert educated man.

It seems that the words are silent and acknowledge the effect of the assassination.

I groaned, "Well," I nodded.

"But to say something uncomfortable, it's weird... I know Viscount Bashraal was assassinated and he lost control of the enemy, but the enemy's will to fight the other day was extremely high"

Andre lowers his voice and talks to me as he checks what's going on around him.

I'm pretty sure I'm trying to tell you something.

I felt a nasty vibe about the way it looked and got up a little bit.

And gavel, "I was," thinking carefully about the fight the other day.

At that time there were about a thousand enemies, but it looked like they had enough deep resentment to form a unit aimed at me on purpose.

"Isn't it? They were just loyalists who stayed until the end. There must have been a strong motive for Viscount Bashraal's intoxication and his strong hatred of Barian."

"... I see it is unnatural for a soldier who now defends the castle to escape in pieces... far from what the enemy looked like the other day"

"That's right," Andre nodded.

"It also seems suspicious that Board One perused the assassination case. If it's a negotiating place, it's a little bit more... like this, you can be deluded even if you don't want to hide it..."

"I see, when you start thinking about it, everything seems suspicious...... sure"

I thought "hmm" and repositioned the march.

He repositioned himself to the side of the preceding Board One and consolidated himself in the Brotherhood as an escort.

This is to prevent traps by placing Board One on its side, and to entrust my escort to the Brotherhood.

The Brotherhood is an elite unit that boasts jumping gear and skill throughout the Lion Cool Army.

It's not hard for them to hold out until they wait for rescue, even if they're surrounded by a large number.

Dive the gate and head to the square.

Board One is also walking down from the carriage, allowing the left and right to be supported by the Bashraal knights.

Nothing in particular seems to happen.

... Have you thought too much?

BoardOne doesn't take any action in particular either, he's holding it right next to me.

The Bashraal soldiers had righted and aligned their prestige in the square.

I go out to the square and disembark, facing a Bashraal soldier who has been reduced to only about a hundred.

From behind, successive Lioncool armies began to align. It would not be a great threat for a Bashraar soldier to target me in this situation.

This fortress was renovated by Poncero in preparation for a massive battle, so the square where the soldiers gather is large.

It's equipped with something like a school morning auditorium for a speech, and I climb up there.

Standing on the platform in a face-to-face fashion, I felt a short distance from the Brotherhood of Guards and I was defenseless.

Then I saw BoardOne shaking up his wand at the edge of his sight...... some kind of signal.

On the walls of the castle, you can see a shadow moving on the roof of the building.

Five or so people with bows appeared to be lurking just because they were able to confirm it.

... Not good! Are you an archer!?

I didn't realize.

When he came here, BoardOne prepared a one-shot reversal.

I feel the earlier suspicion meshed with Kachiri in my head.

Perhaps some of the soldiers who escaped were also at the gate of Bashraar, an abdominal rebound after they killed me here.

BoardOne hadn't even given up on the Viscount trying to die. He explored the eyes of the reversal and flaunted himself to create a good opportunity.

Really brilliant.

By now the Viscount is really dead...... in the first place, was he really board one...... even that is suspicious.

I was confused because I had no idea what was false and what was fruitful.

... Damn it! Andre cautioned me!

I deeply regretted it, but it is no longer too late.

In the distance, I heard a bow.

It is impossible for me to draw my sword and prevent the arrows from flying.

I beat off a bottle or two, but that's it.

One arrow after another stands on my body, the impact or darkening of my vision of falling off the table as I flee.

"Now! Pick up the variants!

"Don't let Master Barian die. Ah!!

The sound of the struggle echoes nearby with the anger.

"Dear Barian!? Cheer up!!

I felt someone pull me down, and I tried to make sure I was there.

But I can't see the front at all.

When I checked my face by hand, an arrow was poking around under my right eye.

... Damn, they did it...

Forced, something fell zero from his face when he pulled the arrow through at will. Probably an eyeball.

Gradually, the hustle and bustle of battle keep away... No, my consciousness is getting away.

"…… leave the rest to Andre……"

I turned to my faceless opponent and finally told him all about it and let go of my consciousness.