Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru

"Hmm? What's that noise?

A sentry noticed an unheard noise slowly approaching.

In the dark night, multiple blinking lights are approaching at considerable speeds.

The soldier standing on the lookout with him hastily swung the pine lights wide toward the camp.

Put it down for a beat and the sound of a bell announcing an enemy attack rings across the camp.

"Enemy attack! Combat attitude!"

"Oh, that's stupid!? It's still royal territory!?

As the sentry panicked, a group of approached motorcycles quickly arrived right in front of them.

The Arcadia royal flag, raised by the Kingsguard riding the sidecar, illuminates the moonlight and the sentries round their eyes.

"Wait, wait! Even my allies!"

Lugro waves his hands wide at the sentries as they cross the bike.

"Dear Lugro!?

"How did you get here!? And that ride!?

The sentries marvel at Lugro's appearance.

"Oh, this is a motorcycle... not if we're talking about it. Lead us to the Legion Leader."

"Or maybe I did!

"All right. You guys, we're going on a motorcycle like this. Follow me."

Led by the outpost, Lugro and his motorcycles slowly advance to the camp.

From the camp a large number of soldiers with weapons rushed in great haste, but the outposts told Lugro that they had arrived and made the road clear.

Soldiers stare at strange vehicles they've never seen before.

"What the hell is going on!? Huh!? So, Your Highness!?

From beyond the path vacated by the soldiers, the commanders of the Wang Du Army ran.

Like the soldiers, they round their eyes when they see the Lugros.

"Whoa, it's Your Highness. I was in a hurry for a fool's sake, and I ran all day on this."

Lugro slaps the bike handle.

"Um... what about this ride?

The Commander of the Legion asks Lugro for the words he has included.

He and his deputy have watched the hell of a video and know the best.

"Oh. It's something I borrowed from Master Graciole."

When Lugro said, a twist rose from the soldiers surrounding him.

Mouthfully, he said, "Was the rumor true!" Or "The story that Master Ormachiol showed up, after all -" he said.

It quickly spread all over the camp.

Lugro opened his mouth again as he looked sideways at them.

"It's urgent. He told me that you don't mind if I made it public that Master Gracior is helping us."

"Oh yeah...... so what's that urgent matter?

"There was a revolt in Gregoria. That's..."

"Ha, rebellion!?

"Did Master Diaz commit a conspiracy!?

Legion chief and deputy stunned and stuck in Lugro.

From the soldiers, too, the twitching happened again.

Lugro distorts his face to the spreading noise.

"You guys, let it go! Just shut up and listen!!

At the sip of Lugro, the soldiers below the Legion Leader hold their mouths simultaneously.

When Lugro sighed at him, he made them partly explain what happened in Gregoria all the time and listen.

"Oh my... Dear Diaz, do you kill everyone in Heavy Town..."

Hear Lugro explain and the Legion Leader will have a sinking face.

"Oh. Even so, it doesn't look like Gregorn territory has fallen back to Barbell in its entirety."

"I understand. We persuade the people and soldiers who think the Istail realm has joined hands with the Barbell army to solve the misunderstanding, right?

"That's right. Mr. Narson's view is that the rebels will march to occupy Isteria. I came in a hurry because it would be tough if the rebels rounded me up to you guys."

"I see. Then we must hurry to Gregoria"

"Right. Troops packing up in coastline forts and deploying offshore may also be rounded up by rebels. I need to convince you."

"Yes, I did. If the rebels are on their way to Isteria, it is believed that villages and cities on Istel territory will be looted. What is your response?

"The order is already on its way. I'm supposed to tell Isteria to evacuate in a hurry."

When Lugro said so, he turned his attention to the soldiers around him.

Soldiers from all over the camp seem to be gathering, and the surroundings are in great crowds.

"Uh... don't you hear me so well being here? Hey, give me the loudspeaker."

"Ha!"

A Kingsguard takes the loudspeaker out of his luggage and hands it to Lugro.

On the shape tool you see for the first time, the Legion Leaders say, "What is it?" and so on.

Lugro presses the power button on the loudspeaker.

"You guys, listen!

Lugro's voice amplified by loudspeakers echoes across the campground.

Legion leaders and soldiers became a bit of faces.

"I am now using the tools borrowed from Master Gracior to speak to you guys! It's been a long time, but Master Gracior really came down to Arcadia! Me and the Legion Leader here, we've actually met before!

The soldiers suddenly obsessed with loud voices, but the look stained with joy as they looked at them.

Because I could tell the truth was that "Graciol appeared in Isteria", which had been secretly widespread until now, and I was convinced that God was on my side.

"Our aim is not to crusade the rebels, but to persuade those assholes named Nibel to go back to sanity!

Lugro squeezes his voice and speaks to the soldiers.

"I'll try to persuade them directly, but if it doesn't work out, they could kill each other! Keep that in mind! Go to the ground, don't wander around!

The soldiers said, "Respond!" Reply.

Everyone was excited to find out that there was a God help: standing and voice in the presence of a powerful Lugro, and a Graciol.

"Tomorrow, at the same time as dawn, we're heading to Gregoria at full speed! Put all the heavy baggage in the carriage and turn the cavalry lata to carry the baggage too! Get some rest while you can!

At Lugro's direction, the soldiers rushed out to pack their bags.

Around that time, in a fort along the border, Woodbell and one soldier were hitting the Colts' search.

In addition to the two, he who walks through the fort, calling the name of the Colts, and searches for spots where children are likely to be hidden, is seen there.

But despite searching for the whole two days, I was never able to discover the Colts.

"I'm not there. Colts, are you sure you're in the fort?

A soldier who opened the door of a warehouse where Zirconia had previously been captured speaks to Woodbell, who stands next to him.

The two had been told by their superiors to look into this warehouse and the barnacle hall.

"I'm not sure about that either. We're all looking around, Isteria."

While Woodbell goes inside with the soldiers, he tells them like they're in trouble.

"I mean, me, I'm making sure the Colts are home when I get out of Isteria. I don't think there's any way they're in the fort."

"Oh, you said that, too. Is that a report up there?

"Sure. I'm telling that fucking instructor right. I told Sylvestria."

Woodbell remembers that time and sighs.

"That bastard, he said to me, 'Because you don't keep a close eye on me!' I said, 'I've been following your head completely. Why should I be angry?"

"Ha. You, the instructor is watching me."

The soldier laughed a little and immediately returned to his worried face.

"But. When that happens, isn't it more likely that the Colts went out to play outside Isteria and got lost somewhere or were eaten by beasts in the woods? Or you fell into a river and drowned."

"Maybe."

"Maybe... what are you upset about? Wouldn't you mind if I looked a little more worried? We were so close, we played every day."

I feel a little togetherness in Woodbell's verbal butt, and the soldier blushes.

"Huh? Oh, no! I'm worried about you!

Woodbell rushes to excuse the soldier.

"It's just that he bothered everyone, and I don't know what he's thinking. I'm sure your parents are worried sick to death."

"That's right, but you're not upset. You, when the Colts said you wanted to follow me to the fort, didn't you ruin it?

"Don't do anything. With Master Sylvestria, we talked over dinner and made him listen. He was convinced he knew."

With that talk, the two open the crate where they are placed, peek into the shadows and ceiling beams and look around for the Colts.

That's how looking for a while, Woodbell noticed the blood staining the floorboard.

"Hmm? What is this? Is that a blood trail?

Woodbell crouches in and strokes the red and black stained floorboard.

It came from a knife that Roslu stabbed and killed a guard before.

"Oh, it seems Master Zirconia was captured here. When we were rescued, there was a riot."

"Hmm... there's room under this floor. Where is it connected?

"It's connected to the Narrow Hall. I mean, just a good look, you know."

A soldier walks over to Woodbell.

"There was a little wind coming out of the gap. So, why is this place connected to the barnacle hall?

"They dug it out from the naked hall down here because of a mistake in construction. So, there was a ghost noise, and it was sealed off because it was creepy."

"A ghost? You can't be there like that."

Say it like Woodbell made a fool of himself.

"No, I'm here. I actually saw it."

A soldier says with a serious face.

"Yeah... Did you see a ghost?

"No, it's a human soul. Blue and white souls drifted over the graveyard."

"Huh? You've got it all wrong anyway."

"Because it's true! The guy who was guarding here with me, he saw it with me, too, for sure!

When the soldier said so, he shook himself up remembering the time.

"It seems there are also a number of guys who say they heard a creepy groan from the basement... so, Wood. I left it to you down here. I never want to go."

"What's a big adult saying..."

Woodbell says with a shuddering face and eyes on the floorboard.

"It's open here, isn't it? There are signs of the nail being removed."

"Right. Master Zirconia, I think you got out of here, so I guess that's when you took it off."

"Hmm."

Woodbell hands the floorboard and lifts it.

A dark stone staircase leads to the basement.

A soldier becomes a frightened face in the true darkness as it continues into the abyss.

"Yeah, creepy no... Wood, I asked you well"

"You coward."

Woodbell goes down the stairs, even as he says he bumps.

"Ah, hey! Get the pine lights! It's dark in here!

"Oh, I'm fine. I have a good night's eye."

Woodbell disappears into darkness with light footsteps.

The soldier looked worried and peered in for a while, but when he got the moldy smell of the fluttering air on his face, he went back to investigate the scuffle and the crate in the warehouse.

"Ugh, mold smell (kusa)! Kaho, kaho."

Woodbell coughed up the smell of mold and drifting dust that he could stand in as he walked through the darkness with tricks.

Even in the darkness, where no light would enter, he could see clearly the full passage.

"I see. Oh, that's an amazing number."

Woodbell walks away, looking at the skull lining the dug contour on the aisle wall.

Through the passage, we reached a spacious space in the basement part of the naked hall.

There's a skeleton box lined up there, all of which is punched and written 'Unidentified'.

"Damn, thank you for your hard work. I used to say" Hill of Wrecks. "

At that time, Katan, a slight sound reached Woodbell's ear.

Woodbell turns to you silently.

A number of large crates were displayed on shelves made of crawling through walls.

Walk over to one of the stairs and crates and empty the lid.

"Ugh."

On a tightly packed skull inside, Woodbell closes the lid with his face up.

Then, in the shadow of the crate, I could see a bunch of rats crawling around.

If you look closely, rat shit is scattered all over the place.

"If you think it smells anything, it smells like you guys. Damn."

Woodbell threw up with a fed up face, the other crates ignored and went up the stairs early enough.

The sound of doors opening and closing to the upper floors echoes into the dark basement.

A few seconds later, the lid of the crate next to the crate that Woodbell had opened quietly opened.

"... Mr. Wood"

The Colts, who were hiding with a whisper of breath, peeked into his face, crunching with a bump.