The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

When the sun began to set, we finally reached Nikka village.

When I stood at the entrance to the village of Nicka with my other body, the first village to come in twelve days was there as if the time had stopped.

In the squares of the houses, there is an incineration built by the spectators, which is left intact when they leave, up to the black charcoal wood that remains on fire.

Unlike when we set out, there were no people, no horses, no birds, no wagons.

"No one... is here"

Carol said it out of her mind.

"... right"

"Well... no one,"

Carol repeated the same words.

I can't find a word to hang it.

Neither did I. The difference in degrees made me feel discouraged.

Though a hopeful observation, if you are also a group of cavalry on your side here, you may have slept in a clean bed in Reforme tomorrow and could have just been in a position to wait for you to return home without being exposed to the danger of life or death anymore.

Neither would Carol have been sincerely obsessed with such delusions.

It's just a matter of some degree, and I'm thinking more of a stand-alone way, and because of that, I'm less upset.

"... what's wrong, I don't think I can walk anymore"

"No..."

"Look, the house is still here"

The worst situation I had in mind was the case of the village already serving as a base for a group of enemies, with all the resources unavailable and the danger of approaching the village.

Next, there are no enemies, but the village is burning. In other words, the case is that it is scorched soil after plunder.

Compared to them, staying home is a pretty good category.

"There's a fireplace, a bed, and a futon. If you try a little harder, you can even take a bath. Eat some warm rice, take a bath, and get some sleep in your soft bed. Not a bad story."

It's not a really bad story.

Spending the night without even hitting the fire in the freezing cold to the core of the bone is really hard.

"Oh, good."

Carol said in a relieved voice that she remembered the human life she once enjoyed for granted.

I think I'm resting.

"Can you walk?"

"Yeah, I was fine"

"For once, be wary of ambushes and go around the outer edge to the village chief's house"

"Okay."

In this situation, there was still psychological resistance, although there was no point in tapping the stone bridge.

Even if you live alone with no other person's eyes, it's the same as observing minimum behavior, and these things are bad if you don't do them as a way of doing things on the battlefield, and if you don't do them, you feel like you'll be left out of luck.

It was there and through the boundary between the village and the forest that we reached the village chief's house, watching how each house was doing.

I don't see any difference in the village chief's house either.

No noise, no sign of people.

A large number of chasers are trapping in the house. If that's the case, it wouldn't be hard to go this way unless we had enough skill sets.

Looks fine.

Turning to the table, there was the front entrance, which was preceded by a horse and bird fastening.

Thick lateral bars are passed to the height of the arms, both ends of which are piled into the excavation.

As it was when I left.

I put my hand on a closed front door knob.

It is not locked and opens lightly.

There is a large front door that looks familiar, and to its right there is the assembly hall.

It's more messy than when I left, but I guess I did it at the operation meeting when I came back a lot.

It's more natural to stay scattered because you don't need to clean it up.

I loosened the shoulders I was putting together.

If you're in the house, there are many places to put your hands on, and it's not that difficult to move.

"... First, let's look for a write-down. Before you move things."

"Write it down, huh? It's not weird."

Even if we're retreating to Reformation now, it's obvious we're back here once.

There must have been some time to leave a message.

"No, there definitely is. Whatever, there's Myalo."

"Ah......"

Anyway, Myalo would never fail to do this kind of thing if it wasn't for those mindless abalones there.

No matter how confused the situation is, make a dimension and leave a letter.

There was extra certainty about that.

"That's right. Let's find it."

"Well, if you can't find it by looking lightly, again..."

That was when I looked around.

When I look to the side, there is something uncomfortable on the shoebox.

It was a horn.

It's a fine Aries horn.

Aries' horns are undeniably cheap compared to ivory horns of archaeological value anymore, but carefully creased out and made, the whole thing glows candy and is so beautiful.

It is also used as a practical product, but basically has a strong local souvenir character.

The downside is the smell, and when something terrible can be stuck in the mouth, it smells like it's no longer closer to calling it ”flavor”, like sticking a beast odor stewed (chin in) in the mouth.

Very unpleasant memories, but since this is politely shredded inside and outside, and more like something older than anything else, I hardly smell it.

At that time, I had a headache for about a day.

There is also a theory that I am dumber when I try to put something in my mouth that was already smelling with the box open.

The horn is as long as eighty centimeters and stands out enough.

It was on a decorative table like the one I would raise with two arms, and it was on a shoebox for each table.

This is not a problem in itself.

It's not a jewelry item, so it's not strange to leave it on the front door.

But the problem is, this was in the upstairs study I was using. That is.

From me knowing that, it was completely unusual to have it here.

No matter how hastily you retreat, there's no point in bringing it.

Even if I brought it to the front door to use it for the order, and then threw it away, I wouldn't bring the table.

On a good look, beneath the corner whistle, the edge of the paper peeks.

Back off the horn, there was something like a note.

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It says:

I see.

I immediately pinned, opened my shoebox and looked behind the top plate.

Four letters were pasted in a picture.

'-' is the Whistle's code when on the eagle, meaning below.

This is also how it is written in the textbooks.

If you put it under the horn, an eagle rider would normally notice the code.

There it is.

"Have you found it yet? You're early."

"It was hidden somewhere I didn't have a hard time finding it"

When I put the horn of the sheep in my mouth before, there was Myalo.

If I were someone else, I might have missed it, but if I had an impressive memory of the horn of a sheep, the chances of missing it are minimal.

As a matter of fact, as Myalo's prospect suggests, I noticed immediately.

"Well, read it first. I'll get you something to eat."

"Are you okay on your own?

"I'm fine. There are plenty of places in the house..."

Looks fine.

"But tomorrow, I'll make a new wand. I asked for dinner."

And I took the lighter out of my pocket and gave it to Carol.

"Don't know how to use it. Don't burn me."

"I know."

Split right and left, I sat in the assembly hall chair.

Deep back, comfortable seating chair, this is what Lyao had brought from another house and used it the way he liked it.

When I sat down, I still felt a lot more relaxed than a chair with just a right angle back on my wooden plate butt.

Four letters have a number swinging across the seal.

Naturally, none of them have been opened.

Break the envelope that says best by hand and start reading.

To you.

Consider it necessary, in case of a time, to avoid your identity being exposed and make it this way of writing.

> Situation

Looks like ”he" told us about the defeat at the meeting, but we don't actually know the details of the damage at the moment either.

Now that I'm holding the brush, it's the second day since you disappeared.

In the meeting, it seems that our troops, who took the manoeuvre, could not break the enemy line and retreat.

The overall damage does not appear to be that much, but the manoeuvres that supported it until its withdrawal after the clashes seemed to have forced considerable depletion.

Some of the infantry troops were swept away by the Great Fortress, but I hear morale is poor.

The generals of the Kingdom of Siyalta also refused to enter the Great Fortress and withdrew towards the Reformation.

This will be an overwhelming report, but this will be the situation that we are currently grasping.

> Current situation of the squad

1:

We have been in executive consultation since last night to decide to withdraw to the Reform side.

As a result of the consultation, we came to the conclusion that the use of the troops for rescue would surely destroy them all without any fruit first.

We also decided that, given the considerable number of soldiers in the squad who could only travel ashore, if this retreat were delayed, it would likely put them in a deadly predicament and that the deterioration of the situation due to waiting could not be seen.

Two:

Currently, ”he” has the ultimate command.

As things stand, there is no conflict of opinion at the top of the squad, but rather a heavy clash with his men, ”you and him in the room”, etc., is likely to even disobey and go on the ground.

In addition, three highly respected "the other” are strongly opposed to the retreat.

As for them, ”he” seems to persuade.

Three:

Earlier, the sword came into contact with me.

When I explained all the circumstances, I tried to rush to the point of distress.

It is unclear if there will be another contact, but the Sword appears to be carrying out its own rescue operations.

I would like to convince the negotiating materials that ”you and him in the room”.

Four:

Your shipwreck has been reported to Your Ladyship, Her Husband, and His Father.

As it stands, it is about them who are likely to lend me a hand.

> Finally.

The main unit leaves our village, but if there is no special obstacle, "I” will be here again in three days.

Since the Great Fortress has not fallen at present, if it is a flying in using eagles, it is not as dangerous as it is.

At that time, with you, I think I can help, so after reading this letter, if possible, please wait here.

If there are any circumstances and you have to leave here as soon as possible, break the horn with the table intact or throw it outside.

Keep ”Sparks” hidden in the ”Underground”.

The "spark” is heavy and stands in the way of retreat, so I'll leave it on the verge of use.

There you go.

Again, it appears that the main unit withdrew towards the reformation.

Lyao and Myalo seem to have carried things around.

Even a hidden letter would have a name because it was taken by the enemy and translated into a Shan slave.

It's a little hard to think about translating one of these letters, just in case Carol or my qualities are inferred, but I'm sure it would be very troublesome.

Needless to say, Carol, I'm pretty good at titles, too, so it's worth enough for them to come and capture me, even if I'm alone.

Was this written on... May 29th?

The wreck is on the 27th, and today, if I'm not too messed up, it's June 8th.

Well, read the second one.

I have four letters in total.

To you.

As a result of the consultation, the search party will primarily explore the coastal path.

I, too, feel unlikely that you'll be here again.

Nevertheless, since this is the only base you're likely to stop by, it wouldn't be pointless to leave a letter behind.

I'll be back in three days.

Write meaningless sentences to fill in the margins.

If you're busy, you don't need to read it.

I thought that if you were me, five days from the wreck, you would come to the reformation without taking the horse.

Maybe by the time I get home, you'll have already been discovered by the search party.

I hope so, I hope.

If so, I hope this letter will not be read by anyone.

According to the ”he” story, you were healthy enough to climb a tree, so I'm not doubting you're safe.

However, there may be cases where the "other” malaise makes the job significantly more difficult.

There's no more margins, so that's it.

Where are you doing now?

This would be a June 1 letter if it really came in three days.

The letter was contained in a single sheet.

The next letter will be June 4th.

It was only four days ago.

To you.

I guess you're still facing some difficulty not finding you.

About the Great Fortress, I'm getting suspicious.

The truth is, the enemy just sieges and doesn't even come within bow range, and the battle never seems to have been fought.

It was only yesterday that the enemy melted large quantities of metal on the ground and a great deal of smoke went up.

Yesterday's reconnaissance found that to be a large siege cannon.

So far, they seem to be working on breaking down the cast sand mould and waiting to cool down or put it on the table, but they're surrounded by horse fences and deployed a lot of soldiers, so it's hard to destroy.

Still, to destroy it somehow, I and ”he” were asked to provide information about the ”bin” you brought in.

If you refuse, rescue aid could be delayed, so we decided to cooperate.

There were a few things left about the ingredients, so I demonstrated them.

I was interested and asked questions about the contents, but I told you I don't know how to manufacture them.

Since I was asked to provide it, I supplied about 70% of the ”stinky water”.

You don't seem to hear gunfire from here, but it's not strange that a fierce battle has started by now.

I hope it doesn't fall.

The fall of the Great Fortress means that this village will be in danger.

To be honest, under the current unclear whether or not you will stop by this village, I don't feel comfortable asking for a letter like this, or I feel like I floated in the universe......

If the Great Fortress falls, it could also be dangerous to come this way to this village.

Depending on the circumstances, but even after the next three days, I'd like to come here.

There you go.

I see.

I knew that was what I was gonna do.

When it comes to that stone bullet flying device, it means how big a catapult or stone cannon is.

If it's a catapult, you don't have to bother bringing round-cut stones, so it would still be a shooting cannon, I thought.

Probably one cast in brass or bronze.

It's not realistic to bring a huge cannon like tons to the ground, but it's not that hard to bring a split metal ingot in a carriage.

Iron can also be dissolved to make cast iron cannons, but unlike bronze, when the dissolved is cooled, it changes to more crystalline than metal, and becomes cracking property rather than sticking to impact.

To make it a scalable substance that bends in a mess, you need to beat it and work it out in a hot state, which makes it an unrealistic task in the size of a cannon.

Well, I don't care how you made it.

The question is whether that cannon broke down the fortress.

There's no point in thinking about it.

Anyway, there's one more letter left, so it's probably written there.

Nevertheless, assuming I come three days later, I don't want to think about it for a second, but this is a letter that was written yesterday...

To you.

Yesterday, a report came in that the fortress had fallen.

I don't know the details or how, but it seems certain that a cross flag flies over a rocky mountain.

This place is no longer a safe area.

He also stopped me from delivering this letter today.

Calmly thinking about it and putting away a letter that is unlikely to be read is not an act worth as much as committing a danger, he said.

You may indeed be right, and I may not be calm at the earliest.

I don't know if you're reading this.

So please forgive me for spelling out emotions on this kind of paper that shouldn't have been written.

Please.

Please come back.

Every day without you is uneasy.

When I meditate on my eyes, my heart waves like a sea of wild nights, and I can't even sleep.

Where are you doing now?

Things are getting worse by the minute, and voices that believe in survival are getting weaker by the day.

But I will not consider you dead, even after a month or two.

If the enemy approaches Reformation, I will wear a headscarf, infiltrate that side, and look for you.

You might not want to abandon your squad and go into this kind of behavior.

But I intend to do so on my own.

I'm glad I was struggling to learn Terrorist, and now I sincerely think.

There you go.