The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Ange was walking down the road like a wounded wolf.

This is the road, known in local terms as the "reindeer street," and going northwest here seems to have been named that way because the people who feed on reindeer herding live there.

It was a book in Shan that was taken from me by pillage and flowed in a bundle of three sentences, and I had read it.

It was a book for travel, written about these place names and attractions, streets, etc.

What a title that was......

My head seemed to be glowing and I couldn't remember.

Ange gave up remembering lightly.

"Princess, get in the carriage"

Gustave made several remarks.

"Please don't. It's the last of its kind."

Horses who have already pulled carriages are reaching their limits of fatigue.

So those who were supposed to be in the throne also stood before them when they came down, and pulled their horses with their reins.

Even though the woman's weight, Ange's riding the carriage would be an additional burden.

Besides, you can't just get in the carriage and make it easier on yourself.

Because you deserve it.

Four days ago...

Ange looked across the broken bridge in dismay.

The bridge, centered in the middle, has collapsed about four-fifths.

There was still light smoke around and the smell of ammunition (Taguuri) burning from the smoke.

"Let this victory be the most souvenir of our first line!!

Beyond the cliff, Yuri Howe and the thoughtful were winning.

Lost.

I felt the feeling of being bewitched, which had been going on since I heard the bridge was alive, had just changed into a sense of reality in the name of defeat.

It was a battle to win.

At least, it wasn't a battle that this one missaw the power and strength of the other and had no chance of winning from the start.

I mean, it wasn't the so-called "I was losing before I fought" fight.

... No, was it really?

If this victory condition was to get a Shan princess, the two princesses the scouts saw would have been a trap, too.

If the Princess were to leave immediately after the scouts left, the chances that this operation would meet the conditions for victory would mean that there was not one in all.

After all, we lost.

From start to finish, it's like dancing at Yuri Howe's behest.

"Be careful on the road and go home!!

Yuri Hou, who had carried out a series of manoeuvres, said so at the end with her brilliant and unobtrusive authentic pronunciation, Ligitima Accent.

The man, now standing on the cliff, turning his back on the people he protected, confronting us directly from the front.

Hero...

That word struck Ange's head.

After all the hard work, the people and the soldiers will lead them back, and they will remain in the hall and escape with the last soldier.

Ange thought it would be heroic, although he doesn't think it would be the general's ideal to be the last one to escape the battlefield.

Though his heart was disturbed by anger and remorse, his thoughts of vision and envy burst into his chest.

I want to go beyond.

Beyond this man, I want to be king among kings.

A childish ambition comes to my chest.

"Do you have an archer! Come forward and shoot him!!

Epitaph screamed in a voice that revealed his anger.

Then one with a bow came out of the crowd, whether he happened to be nearby.

When you arrive at the cliffside of the front row,

"Shoot him quickly!!

and orders are given.

Immediately the archer squeezed the bow and radiated.

Shhh, and the arrow that flew off the wind, lightly...... drew a really loose curve and headed towards Yuri Howe to be sucked in.

but without looking scared, Yuri Howe shifted his half with Hui as he moved a little and lay down.

If your body lies down, your chest and the majority of your belly hide.

The side of your body is covered with shoulders and arms, so if you don't hit your head, you may say that your life is no longer in danger.

It's a defensive technique that dueling agents do well.

It was a calm decision.

It would have made some sense if you'd panicked, but it didn't either.

Prior to that, the arrow was dropped with a spear by a tall big man before it reached Yuri Howe.

Was it the man who just played a brave battle on the bridge?

Ange was not well watched fighting on the bridge because he was in the rear.

After the accidental arrow was dropped, Yuri Howe set up an iron cannon and headed this way.

Ange remembered being shot in the head earlier.

Yuri Howe's shooting arm has quite something.

"Dangerous! Protect Lord Epitaph!

and shouting reflexively,

"Nice try! You don't have to."

Uh, and there's a blank in Ange's head.

"There's no way a demon bullet could hit me"

Epitaph said something I don't understand.

Seeing opposite the shore, Yuri Howe stood with a gun on the spot, relaxing and setting his aim.

Shot.

Oddly enough, one shooting sounded in the valley.

The bullet crossed the river and pierced the epitaph... it looked like.

But in fact, the bullet only shallowly slit the epitaph's cheek, hitting the face of the next knight who was trying to shelter the epitaph.

Soon after screaming, the knight fell and fell.

"Look, I told you. God is blessing us."

I say it like it was nothing.

In the epitaph, is it a win......

It only seemed to Ange that, in one way or another, this one was being abandoned by God.

If there was a fate or a flow of luck in this world, it's leaning over there.

God will not do anything for me.

God does nothing with his arms stretched out to earth.

So I don't rely or rely on it.

The priest conceals the spokesperson of God's will after reason when happiness or misfortune occurs, but God does not affect the earth.

That's what my father said, and proved it with death.

The Father, who was embodying the royal path set by God, was at all unluckily scattered.

Or is that epitaph just a lie on the upper side to encourage soldiers, and he doesn't think so himself?

Ange didn't know.

"Come on, let's turn around and go home. The ship awaits."

That's what Epitaph said.

The war here seemed to be over.

"Then we will be in charge of the Lord."

Ange succeeded in taking the rear end of the group, having said well earlier.

In the first place, there is no danger to the lord because there is no possibility of chase from behind.

It would be the last time he would board the ship, so dangerous in that regard, but Ange did so, following a bad feeling of hiccups.

A job that didn't work once is something that doesn't go on and on.

That's because the prospects were different from the beginning, and the first discrepancy pulls the thread until later.

That's what this is about.

The hunch will be centered early that evening.

"Our army clashes with leading troops on the front line. Dear Angelica, prepare reinforcements…"

When the Order of the Knights of the Sacrament said so, Ange remembered a strange convincing feeling of crisis as he crawled up, after all.

This operation assumes that no enemy reinforcements will emerge, even if they enter deep into enemy territory.

That was not a completely unfounded prerequisite.

The enemy is an army of great defeats, so they will not come forward to fight back aggressively.

Epitaph presented it as a reason, and Ange also, for once, thought it was a reason.

But here comes the enemy.

It's a theory of consequences that can be said later, but now I think it was too optimistic.

"Got it. You go back."

"Yes."

Ange opened her mouth for the first time when she made sure the decree was far enough away.

"Retreat all troops."

After that, I felt strange about the expression.

Even when it comes to retreating, it is currently retreating in the first place, and Ange is now walking on the retreat path.

"Go back the way you came."

"Ha! But......"

Deputy Director Gustave responds.

"From behind, I saw a cavalry shadow. We have to go after him."

Ange said that clearly.

"... okay?

"I saw it. Don't get it."

Taste defeat, and there's no such thing as an uninspiring legion.

Even the Knights of the Sacrament, who have sworn allegiance to God, that does not change.

No matter how much you work out, no matter how much you train, the contents are human.

In the story, it's not an army made of bones with no emotions, like Skernito, led by the King of the Dead.

Each of us is willing, and if we fear, we are depressed.

The training and proudly supported armies have not led to visible disintegration, but morale has definitely declined.

Besides, the horses have not been fed the leaves, nor have the soldiers eaten the rice.

In that state, there's no way you can fight anyone.

It would be quite difficult for Ange and I to be told to lead the gesture and fight someone right now.

"I saw it, too. We'll go after them more than this."

That's how Gustave followed.

"I'm gonna look at the front line"

"Princess."

Gustave said to blame.

"You command the retreat. I'll catch up soon, too."

"Princess! It's dangerous!

"I have no objection. We don't even know the enemy line. Then we can deal with it. Besides, we have to see Lord Epitaph's movements."

Depending on the condition of the enemy, in the worst case scenario, sending the troops back using the road can be dangerous in itself.

I don't think the Knights of the Shinigami will ever be kicked in with a single armored sleeve, but if they do, it's dangerous to go down the street.

In that case...... ironically enough, as Yuri Howe did, we will be going through the woods with no way.

"Okay. I'll take care of this Gustave, Commander. Take care of yourself."

"I know. I'm just gonna take a look."

Ange returned the horse's head.

"Lord Epitaph!!

Epitaph watched this one from the horse as Ange traveled as he drew the Knights of the Sacrament.

"Lord Angelica! It's done."

"Hi guys, I'm here to see how the war goes!!

"Really?"

With that said, Epitaph floated the colour of disappointment in his eyes only for a moment, and turned away with a pretence.

What the fuck?

"So, the devils won't stop"

"Probably... No, I can't"

And it was one knight kneeling under a horse that Epitaph crossed.

On his knees, his face is raised and he watches the epitaph.

It looked familiar.

He was in the 300 soldiers lent to Ange, one of forty men long.

"Why not. Give me your reasons."

"Basis -" the knight gave a flashy look for a moment. "No, I'm afraid that's not the stage! If the archbishop doesn't turn back now, you are in danger!!

Oh, and Ange guessed how the front line was.

I guess the battle line is a tenacious battle, even at an overwhelming disadvantage, by a horribly planted practice.

Morale is not the only cause, they are not fully armed in the first place.

In order to increase the speed of the march, armored armor has been left on the ship and is lightly infantry.

If it was meant to be, if it were a normal army, would it be finally holding out with it so crumbling and leading to crushing?

"Lord Farente! Are the enemies attacking me on a bird!!

Ange asked in the name of the knight.

"Yes, the enemy, all soldiers are cavalry!! Fortunately, the collision momentum is slow, but the enemy forces are also highly skilled -"

"Okay!

Ange said, trying to block the man's words.

"Lord Epitaph, have a quick retreat!! We need to get the soldiers together as soon as possible."

"Shut up!!

"- Huh..."

Epitaph, who scolded Ange, had a face he had never seen before.

It distorts the end of the mouth, creates a tannic surface that bites the teeth, and forces the eyes to stare at something.

Ange couldn't say anything more.

Mouth out at times like this can be bad. You think, the other faces of the Knights of the Sacrament don't say anything.

Despite being in the midst of an emergency, the generals stopped creepily around the epitaph, and it took about thirty seconds as it was.

"I'm turning back"

Epitaph said that clearly.

"Lord Angelica, there must be a way back."

"It's quite a long drive, but there is."

Ange says, the epitaph is

"Farente, your team, stay here and push your enemies until you are the last."

I said plainly.

Ange stops thinking for a moment and becomes confused.

"Lord Epitaph! That's too...... Huh!

My mouth came out unexpectedly.

Epitaph sent it down, which means be a throwaway stone. That's an order.

Decided here...... no, it's about resisting death and taking advantage of the main unit.

If this were a normal army, I could not give such an order.

No matter how intense the retreat is, it is not always decided to die.

If we survive, we can only fight if we think that rewards and praise await us.

Fight till you die. In that order, neither the general nor the soldiers can do it.

From the standpoint of being a commander who treats soldiers as pawns, there will be as many occasions as you want to give such orders.

But it doesn't make sense because they refuse where they put it down, or pretend to accept it and get away with it.

If loyalty to a nation or to its own Lord is no better than its own life, then it is only natural, because such an order is the same as saying ”kill yourself”.

My parents ordered me to ”kill myself” and I wondered where my own brother would be.

but if it were the Knights of the Sacrament under Epitaph, it would be executed by faith and family name.

Not that my confidence in epitaph makes me do that......

It seemed too pitiful to Ange that the loyalty and devotion of all of his glow would be consumed (...) by this kind of treatment.

"Then I'll also put on an Orphan squad. They should be forty, intact and remain. Good luck."

"Knock..."

Ange clenched her teeth.

It doesn't make sense.

After a few tours, Falente

"............ Got it. Thirty-two of us, working with them, are on a mission."

I said.

"Good luck."

Repeating the same line, Epitaph flipped his horse's head and headed in the direction of the front line.

I guess I'm going to go around giving orders to retreat.

Not words against Farente's grievous determination.

"Lord Farente!

Ange, temporarily speaking to a man who had been incorporated under his command, approached him and got off the horse.

It was an emergency, but I couldn't help but speak up.

"What can I say..."

"No, no one is coming to us more unprepared to die than he was."

Falente said with perseverance.

"But..."

"It's okay. I'm sure my country will do my family good. I'm sorry to hear about your bachelor youth."

"If I had strongly disagreed..."

"No, I'm glad I didn't. If I told you, I wouldn't know what was going on."

With so much shelter, Ange felt in her heart a scratch of sawdust on her.

Disagree?

I said something like a protest in my mouth, were you trying to disagree?

No, I wasn't thinking about disagreeing or anything.

It's just my mouth.

It is not honest to say only the upper side to him.

"I'm sorry. I... I wasn't trying to disagree. To the operation, I just felt a rejection... Lord Epitaph's operation is sensible."

Epitaph's manoeuvres, though outrageous, are most effective in this context.

Ange admitted it.

While I felt like an outward path to the attitude of Epitaph, I had myself raising my hands to welcome that decision somewhere in my mind.

"... Really?"

The man looked like he smiled at the chisel.

"Hey... it's a good thing you're wasting your life on a general"

Farente said so emotionally that he felt something from Ange's attitude.

I'm sparing you.

Am I sparing it?

But is it up to me to fulfill the credentials that seem so?

"Lord Farente, I am"

"Enough is enough"

Falente, delimiting the conversation, offered his right hand low.

I guess I don't want words anymore.

Ange grabbed that right hand and shook his hand firmly.

"Thank you for your help… I will never forget you."

"Yes, I'll see you in Heavenly Palace."

"... Yep"

"You survive. It's a shame you sprinkle your life here."

That's what Falente says.

"Bye."

and turned back his heel, and turned toward his own troops.

All Ange could do was drop that back off.