The Branded Female Fencer

Nakahara's War Fire, Part 9 - The Madman's Talk

Like Roch, there was obsession in the line. The two dance slaves and the line saw Tragaslon's army on their way up to Krums. It's a mystery how you came across the border, but you can't move the facts in front of you. Anyway, the idea emerged on the line that this would not spare the clash between Tragaslon and Gruzaldo, and it could easily be imagined that more and more this Nakahara would look terrible.

And there are a few questions on the line that still remain unresolved.

"Dancer."

"What?

"Krums Army Weapon Protective Equipment... where do you think it came from?

"Is that some kind of protective gear that won't let the Beastman through his nails? Come on... even if I told you it was sealed."

"Were there any protective gear like that in your time?

"There is that, but they're all just metals of rare value. I don't think it could have been generated or processed in large quantities. I don't know."

"No, it shouldn't even be today. That's why we defeated the nation of man, and we were able to defeat the kingdom of the beast. Hmmm..."

The line doesn't know what's going on around there. But there are things I can tell. That means that if the army is to be equipped, there is an import, or a production route. And massively. If you discover the path, you may know what it is.

"(In the meantime, when I get home, I'm supposed to have information about Zerbados, so listen... and then I'll go to Ray Fan and get in touch with Rusty... and then will I be)"

It may be a pretty messy plan, but that's all I can think of in the line's current hand-held material. A third prince returning to Krums doesn't know what action he's going to take. In the meantime, I'm going back to Trimedo as soon as possible. I was worried about Ray fans for some reason, and in the head of the line was now full of that.

About that night. It is the tent of the third prince, Muster, in the army of the Krums that draws away. Muster was in excellent condition. She has a light body and no more head. I don't feel like losing whoever I fight right now, and I didn't actually lose. If there were a thousand Hekatonkails, I would even feel like I could indulge in the conquest of the world as it is. He also beat Zamwed a great deal, and for him the winning booze felt very good.

But watching as Mustard slaughtered his own soldiers and served alcohol, all the soldiers hated Mustard as much as they wanted to kill him right now, but he was so horrible that he couldn't speak. In fact, they saw Mustards working in battlefields.

When Muster seemed to be enjoying herself drinking without realizing one thing about the dissatisfaction of such soldiers, he responded pickly to something by calling his lowest name.

"Anyone?"

"Ha, yes... here"

The last name that came in is frightening. It was also inevitable, just to say that the other day it was too late to reply, to look at a colleague whose neck was broken by a mustard whose battlefield was in an uplifting mood. Some colleagues were decapitated just to say they didn't have a mouthful. I didn't even know what the hell was damaging Muster's mood, and his last name was frightening.

"The war is over now, for now. So you can rest today. [M] You must be tired.

"What?"

I was overwhelmed with unexpected words, so my last name overheard me. And I remembered that it might have damaged Mustard's mood, and he immediately turned pale.

"You didn't hear me? I said you can take a rest today. There's no danger here, so tell that to the lookout. Or are you not happy?

"No, I'm glad. So be it!

The word was from the heart of his lowest surname, so he followed the tent as he jumped out. And when they passed the word on to the watchmen and other lowercases, they all went back to their tents with joy to jump up.

And when he confirms that he is no longer popular, Muster speaks to his shadow.

"There's no one left, Master Anomaly."

"Kukukuk, you look good, Mustard"

It was an ugly old man's anomaly that crawled out of the shadows. And Muster advances alcohol to Anomaly as well.

"Want a drink?

"No, we still have work to do, so let's not. Sounds better than that, doesn't it?

"That's already! Master Anomaly has the best power. It's going to be a momentum to conquer the world like this!

"Are you going to be king of the world too?

"... that's a good idea. I'm the king of the world... hehe, kukuku."

Mustard started laughing, not just saying he heard good things. Anomaly imagines that by now Muster would be unfolding a thought that would not be accompanied by concrete means for the conquest of the world, laughing in a different way from Muster.

"(He's an idiot at heart... even this plan was originally conceived by me. Even Hecaton Cale is the guys I lent them, and those guys... Think of it like your stuff at some point and mistake it for your power. I really congratulate you, Kukuk. If you're going to be more or less the king of the world, you can't call us like that. Well, we're the ones who called it that.)"

But Anomaly never tells the story. Because I still have trouble getting Mustard to dance. And after making a fool of himself with one heart, Anomaly gets to the point.

"How about that, by the way? The Hekatonkale people."

"Oh, they can use it. They work for 100 people on their own."

"Right. Do you follow orders properly?

"No problem. Very loyal to me."

"Well (... anyone will be fine if you follow these idiots too)"

Anomaly's plan. That is mass production of soldiers to replace goblins and oaks that cannot be secured in numbers. Part of the experiment for this was a mercenary regiment called Hekatonkail.

Hekatonkail's contents are not human. Materials are human beings, but synthesized with various warcraft and demons, which can no longer be called human beings. It is a synthetic beast (chimera) that Tetrastine feared, that is, a creature similar to the Demon King.

However, the difference with the Demon King is that Hekatonkail is quite unintelligent and cannot do anything from himself unless ordered. They need a meal, just like humans, but they can't even do that minimal act of their own will. Instead, Anomaly believes it is quite useful in combat because all the emotions and functions that are roughly unnecessary to combat, such as pain, compassion, hesitation and fear, have been abolished. When I actually tried it, my arms fell off but my lower body was eaten by my enemies regardless.

Low production costs (costs) are also advantageous. We need at least five adult humans to produce the Demon King, but Hekatonkail can handle even one. This was a great blessing for anomalies plagued by lack of material. Although it is good that the workshop has recently been expanded and production efficiency has increased, this time it has been difficult to procure materials. Lifeless mainly procures materials, but he was already running out of hands on his own.

"(Lifeless is a guy who doesn't have to sleep, so that's what makes him work 24/7... because he's not in the nature of having a lot of people. I wish I had some... oh well)"

Anomaly rattles her fingers with her pussy.

"(Nah, why didn't you realize it was so easy? I wish I had more than one! I can't even tell you about Mustard at all, I can't believe I can't even think of this. Let's give it a try when we get back to the workshop)"

My own replication - usually no one can think of it. No, I won't do it if I can think of one. Annomarie tries to do that for nothing and feels like making a treat. He hits his chest with wonderful thoughts on his own and starts singing his nose song unexpectedly. Muster looked a little surprised at how it was going, but somehow he also imitated it and started playing a nose song for two. Two people who are not flattered do the rhythm of the nose, and so on, through the odds.

But Anomaly remembers other errands, so she stops singing her nose and asks Mustard questions.

"Speaking of which, do you know what we're gonna do after this?

"Sure. I guess we'll keep looking at the gap and move on to the tragus lon?

"Yes, yes. Tragaslon is supposed to leave a total of 200,000 large armies to the Third Battalion when things go well, so I'd appreciate it if the Third Battalion would attack in as soon as they started fighting Groussard. It depends most of all on Groussard's hard work, but in our view, we're not going to be dealing with tragus lons."

"If only you could scrape some gruzaldo at most, is that what you mean?

"Yeah, well, you know very well."

"Naturally, I'm the one who should be king! Hahahahahahaha!"

"Haha..."

Anomaly was a pull laugh against the luxuriously laughing mustard.

Actually, Anomaly messed with her brain appropriately when collecting and modifying mustards. I didn't mean to leave myself in Mustard from the beginning, but as a result, I became a much more capable person than I was. Anomaly also had to feel the mystery of the human body for all this, but decided to honestly accept it as a good result. The most distorted part remains properly, so it is most desirable as a result.

"(Um, I'm not sure about humans. How terrible was the original? Well)"

But on the other hand, Mustard's massacre of the Krums' army is a complete violation of orders. It's supposed to be imprinted in deep consciousness so that Muster can't do anything on his own.

"So, you seem to have slaughtered the Krums army, but why? You're not supposed to give me that kind of instructions, are you?

"Oh, you care about such boredom?

"No, you're not bored. I don't think we're short on gestures or anything, do we? Tragaslon is quite a military state, and it is impossible to penetrate it with 10,000, no matter how much help Hekatonkail has. Now that we're dealing with a human state, we can't be as simple as the Beast Man."

"Nevertheless, you don't want an army that doesn't listen to my orders, do you? Soldiers don't listen to me when I have to. It's just about 20 days, almost as bad as I kept fighting with no rest, and I'm totally sorry. I thought those guys had fooled me before, and I was angry, angry, angry, angry... hihihihihihi."

"(Are you okay, this guy...)"

To a mustard repeating a nasty sneak laugh, just anomaly can't forbid creepiness either. But suddenly he stops laughing and Muster speaks with a serious look.

"They all tried to disobey my orders. I didn't need those guys, but just thinking about the later, I decided to forgive those who survived by letting two pairs of defiant guys kill each other."

"Well, even professional servicemen don't normally ask for orders to slaughter... but how did you get there?

"Easy, appropriately raised the commander to about 10 blood festivals"

"Doesn't that make the army work?

"So to function, I also reduced the number of soldiers by as much as I reduced the number of commanders. They're the ones who make it disposable anyway. I'll give you as much as you want. What do you say, smart way?

Mustard is stretching his chest. That was anomaly, too, but for no other reason than his disappointment.

"(If you're going to kill me anyway, I'd like to collect it as an ingredient... can't I crave this fool that much... but well, it's an action that doesn't fall within the scope of the plan, okay)"

Hmm, sighing Anomaly asks another confirmation.

"So, what's next? We still have time for Tragaslon and Gruzaldo to fight in earnest. What are we gonna do in the meantime?"

"Place soldiers at the border and return to the capital, Seimlid, once in the meantime. We need to replenish the soldiers, so we have to do it, and it's time for some nobles to make strange moves. We'll have to feed him another righteous hammer."

"Not as much as that, huh?

"I know. And I'm worried about my sister."

"Looks like you tried to kidnap that sister, though?

"Oh, that's right. Don't leave your pretty little sister beside all those fools! They're gonna kill all of them anyway, and what are you gonna do when your sister winds up?

"No, I don't."

"That humble, cute little sister... the only kind hearted child who treated me decently as a human being... I won't give it to anyone. That kid belongs to me, something I keep at my disposal all day long... day and night..."

Mustard started to say something bumpy. There is something impatient about how it looks. As for anomaly, I'm relieved for now that I seem to manage to work my way through as far as I hear the measures that follow, and when I try to leave the scene, Muster suddenly looks back.

There's nothing on that face that's ever had an impatient look. Suddenly personality or memory switched, that's how it is.

"What's wrong, Anomaly, you don't drink? It's a really good day, because it's the first big win of my life. Huhahahahahaha!"

"No, I have work to do, so I'm going. See you... at this rate, it's not going to be long, you know."

Anomaly's last grunt was so whispering that Mustard hadn't heard her. Even as I slaughtered my own soldiers in that way. The proudly high laughing Mustard's voice sounded in the tent forever.

Continued