The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

- Fort of Archroy.

The Royal Army occupied Camelot, devastated by an undead raid. Around there, a massive imperial invasion is set to take place in the future.

However, the total number of soldiers stationed at Camelot is not significant, as General Aethe was constrained (obsessed) by the march by a few elites.

In contrast, this Archroy, lightly more than ten times more manned than Camelot, remains a key element of the anti-imperial strategy by the Kingdom of Amulzess.

In the cylindrical conference room of the fort in Arkhroy, the kingdom officers in charge of the defense of the fort in Arkhroy stood.

……

No one is opening their mouth and shaking themselves to humiliation.

Placed on the table are the heads (signs) of several beautifully organized officers.

Some of them belonged to General Aethe, who was supposed to lead an operation against the Empire that would begin shortly in Camelot.

"Aethe, come on, it would have been careless."

On a crushed (crushed) nose, a man with a round eye, a drooping cheekmeat, holds the head of the monkey-faced man - Aethe, and when he leans down, he trembles his sluggish body.

"General Bull... I'm sorry to bother you"

One of the officers fills his face with remorse, yet words of comfort.

(Hmm, so long as that's the case)

One of the most senior officers of the Royal Army, Wimp the Mage sends a chilling glance at a hilarious (cool), ignorant young officer.

Bull and Aethe are political enemies and friends of the dog monkeys. It can't be heartbreaking, even if one is happy to be gone.

Sure, the bulls of the past were rooted military men who cut into enemy land alone or served as lords (scumbags) to let their own soldiers escape, but people change. Regardless of the generals of the past, there is no way that the bull of today will spare the death of a political opponent or anything else.

The advice, loosening its saggy cheeks,

"But no! Because of you, they took Camelot! Oh, to the barbarians! Incompetence like yours is dead and naturally not worth living. No!!"

Laughs like crazy, and starts punching General Aethe in the head with his right fist. All of a sudden, the laughter disappears perfectly while everyone is stunned by the bizarre nature of the bull, except the wimp.

(This transformation, creeps me out whenever I see it)

It's as if, when a beast or something is forcing a person's skin to be manipulated, it has a unique discomfort.

Earlier, he threw General Aethe's head down with dust, but when he threw it at the table, he lowered his hips to the chair.

"Read it."

While poking his cheek cane, he gives instructions.

Confused, one opens a scroll and begins reading.

"I pronounce upon you all in the kingdom of Amulzess.

You trampled and vandalized the land of my Ladle and took it from me when I was a bandit. Its rank is a sign of the wrath of our Ladle. It makes sense to retaliate against you immediately, but I've decided to give you some mercy.

Bloodless opening of the fort of Arkhroy and retreat from this Dollar land. With those two, I'm going to miss you.

Deadline, from now until 8: 00 a.m. two weeks later. I want a wise decision.

Raddle Army General Theo Grune '

"Just follow me when I'm a barbarian!

"That the inferior nation will have mercy on us!? There is more to the arrogant shore!

"General Bull, I can't show you this. We should send soldiers to Camelot immediately."

The bull, often with his eyelids closed and his bumps groaned, rose up in momentum and raised his right hand.

"Wimp, lead seven thousand soldiers, drop Camelot"

"Seven thousand?

How can seven thousand soldiers be too cautious in dying barbarian tranquillity? Besides, it's also true that if you march across the army, this fort will be thin.

"Hmm? Are you dissatisfied?

It's not a good idea to offend this crazy man. Trivial enough to rot, such as the one that touched this man's scales and became a fierce battlefield send.

"There is no such thing. Be sure to look at it peacefully."

Stand up, correct your posture, and salute.

"Uhm, I hope so"

A few times I nodded satisfactorily, Bull left the room.

Fine. The robustness of this fort will hold you up for the time being, even if you are attacked, and you can lead a larger army than you expected. Fine, let's have some fun. Anyway, barbarian hunting is a good thing.

Now, with what kind of taste shall we kill the barbarians? Trembling with excitement, Wimp dreamed of the pleasure that would soon come.