The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

The next morning...... I woke up in the morning so dim that the sun was barely coming in.

It's been a long time since I've felt it, the feeling of my whole body resting.

It's not like a morning when a tree puts your back on you and you wake up with a shallow sleep with stiff pain.

The warm futon that slowly enveloped the whole body was an embrace from a forgotten civilization.

I feel like I'm back in the world where people live.

And when I looked to the side, there was Carol.

In the same bed, sleeping round the side.

It was a beautiful sleeping face.

I can't help but feel something.

I don't want to leave.

I want to be wrapped in plush.

While I think so, I'm not drowsy at all.

I fell asleep as soon as the sun went down, and now the sun is already rising.

Probably slept for about nine or ten hours.

You shouldn't be sleepy.

I slowly got out of bed.

My knees and soles of my feet are scratched to remind me of the situation in which they were placed.

Fortunately, the bottom half of the bed was never bloody and the sheets and futons were not wet at all.

He's bleeding just a little.

I wore a slipper and left the room to avoid making any noise.

I put on my jacket, put it back on my outside sandal, and put a slice of hard bread in the kitchen.

When I go outside, the early morning chill strokes my cheeks.

As I walked around the house to the left to make it easy for me to walk, I walked into the little barn behind the house.

In it, as I had seen before, various tools were thrown into clutter.

Salary axes, saws for branching, small and large hammers for piling and nailing….

Were they also making simple shelves, etc. and also rolling boards and wooden sticks made of quite a bit of wood, and a lot of wooden ends, etc.

Well, it would be as easy as making crutches.

But the previous one was shaped like a single horizontal bar was added to the T, but it seemed hard to grip that the stick was pierced in the middle of the gripping hand.

Perhaps it would be easier for the stone to come in the middle, but it might be easier to use it in the form of an F.

I couldn't use the nail when I made it before, but this time there will be some, and there won't be anything I can't do.

I wondered if I should have curved, boned a crooked branch wood, and put two arms on it as I tried it myself.

Once the handles are supported obliquely, it's done.

I'll try.

Even if I kept my weight and did it with a gibberish, gibberish weight, it didn't feel like I was going to get baked.

Looking outside, the sun was already completely dawn.

Even though it was an easy task, I had a lot to do, using cones and molding with fleas to attach corner bars to round branches.

Carol was already awake when she used her cane to get home.

Or I'm stuck on the doorstep.

On one hand, he had a walking stick like a stick.

I didn't realize it yesterday, but I guess it was in a break-in or somewhere.

Compared to a Sunday carpenter like the garbage I made, it was a wand with a difference in cloud mud making, obvious but professional work.

Crutches would be in better shape because walking with both legs is only a prerequisite wand, but they would be treasured to walk indoors.

The handshake is also a wave for easy grip.

Hey, good morning.

"... if you want to go somewhere, say one thing before you do. Worried."

I think I was worried.

It's a long time to go around calling out loud.

"Sorry about that. I thought it would be bad to wake you up."

"It's easier for you to wake me up."

Ah.

I'd think so, too, if I were in the opposite position.

"That's right. Sorry."

"Yeah."

"Well, that's a good wand. You found it."

"I left it upstairs in my room."

They even looked upstairs.

Oh, my God.

"I've made some water, so let's eat."

"I'm sorry."

"... Fine. It's all right now."

When I finished a simple meal with bread, soup, and cheese and ham, Carol filled me with tea.

When I put on my fearful mouth, I didn't feel very bitter.

On the contrary, it smells pretty aromatic and how delicious.

"That's delicious tea. You stopped yesterday."

"Oh, that one, you just have to drink it once a day"

Really?

I thought it would be consumed after every meal until the wound healed.

"Is it poisonous if you drink too much?

"Uh... erm... I can do stones when I drink a lot. I hear it hurts a lot."

... stones.

I want to be excused.

I've never experienced it, but I hear it's an unimaginable pain.

Even in Siyalta, which is basically not in the habit of open surgery, only appendix and urinary tract stones have undergone open surgery.

Naturally, there is a high risk of death due to infection, which makes it a great adventure to live and die, but since these two diseases have a level of pain that is better to die for, we all have no choice but to go on a great adventure.

"I wish I could spare you that."

Urinary tract stones are more likely to overwhelm men.

"I guess so. Better keep it down."

"By the way, have you read Myalo's letter yet?

"... yeah. I read it."

And Carol said, looking strangely serious.

Maybe that's why I slept late.

"Well... then you know we're in a pretty bad situation."

"Oh."

"I guess I solved everything a day early. I can't help but say this."

"I was distracted for a moment."

That's......

Well, can't help it......

"Well, the problem is, when you can walk, you can walk to the reformation."

"Do you want to go for Quanham?

Quanam is a fairly large city north of Reformation.

It flourishes as a hub for Kirchna's inland trading.

"No, the most critical issue is that you can walk, but you can't cross the enemy's front line. You can't use the streets anymore."

Even if me and Carol's legs have healed completely on this spot now, we can't walk in the woods like before without using the streets.

Even if the march is slow, it will be the enemy's besieged army that gets to the reformation first.

"It is difficult to hide (hide) and walk to Shiyalta on boulders. I've been eating a lot of food from the chasers."

It's ironic, but if you don't chase him, he'll have trouble eating.

There's plenty of food here, but we can't just take a few dozen days with us.

It can be held for about five days at most and will basically be driven by the need to procure locally.

"Ugh... that's hard"

"So, I think I should wait here for one or eight."

"Wait... what? You got Myalo?

"No, the enemy."

"Enemies...? It won't be the purpose of defeating the enemy."

"What we need is still a horse. The guys who come here first, they're scouts, right? Of course, they have horses."

Even when it comes to reconnaissance, it's probably the powerful reconnaissance guys that come.

The main purpose is reconnaissance, but it is also properly armed, and if the discovered target is fragile, attack and trample.

If you change your mind, you can say advance party.

If there is no prospect of victory on the contrary, or if our strength is considered to be equivalent, we will flee to scale and bring the information back.

If it is these defenceless villages, there will be looting at last.

In that regard, it differs in character from reconnaissance missions in the pure sense or operations like undercover reconnaissance, which basically avoid anything but inevitable combat.

Compared to them, it's probably offensive.

A reconnaissance that precedes the main body of the army means that if a large army advances through enemy land, it is always done, otherwise you will be ambushed or ambushed all you want.

Such authentic tasks are routine operations, so to speak, of the soldier species called the Cavalry, as well as services that are absolutely necessary for the movement of the Great Legion.

Geographically speaking, this village will always be the subject of reconnaissance.

Of course, those guys don't wear plate armor or anything like canker.

Because it's too heavy and the horse gets tired.

He should be dressed lightly, somewhat with torso armor and a helmet on his vegetable outfit.

"You mean intercept them, destroy them, take only the horses?

"Well...... don't be. If the horse gets it, he'll manage to get past his enemies and get to the reformation."

Needless to say to Carol, these reconnaissances are done ahead of the main unit, so if you defeat the reconnaissance team and then head right out onto the main street, you don't risk encountering a large group of enemies.

If that were to succeed, if a powerful force annihilated the reconnaissance, if it ran up the immediate street, the main unit would be flanked completely unaware, making no sense for reconnaissance.

"That sounds like a good operation. Except for the fact that you can definitely defeat enemy scouts."

I guess so.

"Of course, there is no chance of success for sure. There's nothing we can do if the enemy gets a hundred rides by mistake."

"Right..."

Carol looked depressed.

That would be so.

Though there is no choice, it seems a less likely operation to succeed.

One of my head hurts.

It's only a story like 20% or 30% better when compared to an operation with a minimal chance of success: fleeing reconnaissance and running the enemy to Siyalta as it approaches......

If we're going to talk about the hope that's left, there's no chance that Myalo will come here again...

"There are other problems. Of course, we can set a trap and wait, but if you think from Myalo's letter, the enemy won't come today."

Naturally, if they come at this time right now, there's no way to fathom them.

It can be enough to hear horseshoes coming from the streets at this time.

"Right."

"Well, even in a hurry, the wound gets worse. Let's do it slowly."

Say as you rinse the tea.

It's not a matter of hurry.

Nevertheless, this tea tastes really good.

"Slow down... what are you going to do... saying such a long thing? We don't have time for this."

Sounds kind of stuffed with cutting feathers.

Well, my life is at stake, so I can't help it.

"They're riding horses. Making a little trap about a mountain doesn't make any sense. If you kill a horse, you don't have an ex or a kid."

"So what are we gonna do? Do you have a plan?

"You didn't read Myalo's letter"

"Are you making fun of me?

You're in a bad mood, you seem kind of angry.

"Well, it says so, right? I'm talking about a souvenir."

The house is the property of a house that has been the mayor of the village for generations, but has a large basement spread across the basement.

Intermittently, about 60% of the total is above the basement.

I know because that's what my birth house was on the Howe family property, but it's the basement outside the earth and the bathroom that has the basement.

There is no basement under the kitchen, which is earthbound due to the relationship between () and the assembly hall (which is also a banquet hall here), which is considered to be put in by earthfoot.

Because complete waterproof construction is technically impossible, spilling water drips underground.

For the same reason, there is no basement in the main house of the House of Howe, with moats around it, and in the separate mansion of Sibyak, near the river, but instead a bunker is built on the ground.

Originally, I wanted to use this basement as a pantry when collecting and buying the food for the squad, but sometimes that would mix with the mess and the items of the village chief's house that had been piled up, and I decided to rent one of the other houses.

but now that we have fallen to the fortress, we also need to be reluctant.

The entrance to the basement is in the hallway near the bathroom, but Myalo hid the entrance.

The door is on the floor, and the scissor-covered hole is shaped like a door with a lid.

but now a seemingly unmade crate hid the hole softly.

Turning the crate aside, the opening with fittings on the square was there as before.

When you open the door, it's naturally dark inside.

I wonder if I can get off the scythe.

When I put the wand in the hallway and descended with my right foot on the fearful scissors, supporting my body with my arms made it easy for me to descend the straw.

It was a task to use the force of my arms, but I can screw up the hanging and stuff in the first place.

"Carol, drop me a cane"

"I'll drop it."

And I catch my wand falling.

I lit the lighter with caution and searched for a lantern.

The lantern was left where it was remembered.

Transfer the fire to the oil-stained core and create a light fire.

In the same place, some are like Tarai with a handle tied with a rope.

This would have been used to pull food out of the basement.

I threw a bunch of ropes at Carol.

Carol catches it dangerously.

"If you tie it one way or the other, you can come down"

Leaving that behind, I lit up the basement with a lantern.

Around the middle of the basement, an unnatural barrel is falling and rolling.

The barrel was rolled down, and from the empty end of his mouth, black gunpowder flooded high.

This powder barrel is a reuse of the barrel after the liquor has been made, and there is no means of opening it that can be re-sealed except for a small stopper that has been opened at the stomach.

The lid opened in one, half, so if you roll it and carry it, the contents will leak.

But the guys in the squad were going to throw it away, so it looks like they rolled it in through a big inlet from the outside.

Illuminated, the spilled gunpowder was creating a thick line on the barrel's rolling line.

Still, there's still gunpowder in the barrel up to half the lid left.

"Don't step on gunpowder. Walk quietly so you don't wind up the dust."

And I say to Carol, who came down from Hashigo.

"I know... but isn't it the most dangerous thing to use that? If it's light, you can just open the door from the outside."

That's right, the other entrance to this basement, the door from the outside, is quite large and stair-like as well.

So the guys in the squad rolled in from there.

The way in from inside the house, so to speak, becomes the back door.

If you open the door from the outside, now that the sun has risen enough, there will also be light inside the basement.

"You were covered in dirt and disguised. I saw it when I went around the house earlier, but it's weathered in a little over ten days. If it collapses, there will be no platform."

"Oh, I see..."

"This place will be enough. Collect some food and go back."

It would be dangerous if the lantern was dropped on some clap, and the gunpowder dusted by stepping in could get into the lantern.

Well, where some wind-up degree of gunpowder has burned, the fire momentum will be somewhat enhanced.