Horses rush through.
He tramples the flesh, tears it apart, and dyes the earth with flowing blood tides, but his steps never loose.
The white colour of the human bone, which broke intricately and popped out of the body, dazzled painfully in the eyes accustomed to the sunset and blood.
"Kill him!"
A roar of martial officers moving forward leaves the enemy soldiers, paving the way for them to continue to their goal.
Without discriminating between soldiers who were late on the run, and those who resisted, the Wilk squad took their lives equally from all of them on the road.
"Knight Deonona! Ready!!
I saw a big, spear-wielding shadow, as a running martial officer with the lead seemed to have made contact with the enemy knight.
"Whoa!!!
The sound of all the emotions around me mixing up and no longer trying to describe it as just an intense vibration poked me in the ear.
A round shadow blows up in the evening sky like blood dripping over a black vale. Is that the neck of the knight Deonona?
"Take it away! Now, get out of here! Kill the soldiers and move on!
When a young martial officer declares the completion of the killing, the Spiazeik soldiers, who were around the knight Deonona, try to escape in all directions so as to scatter the spider child.
But it's the heart of a dense enemy force, and enemy soldiers with long spears can hardly move because they're hitting each other.
"Out of the way!
When the martial officer waved the spear just as quickly as he scattered, his upper and lower body separated as if to cut radishes with a knife.
Civilian soldiers just had to crawl to the ground and beg for forgiveness without anyone, against the difference in power that never covered them. Even if it is a land filled with the blood of its companions.
"Knight Gatoren, can we still go?
My only role this time is to apply physical enhancement magic to the martial arts officers. But still, the tension of repeated assaults on enemy troops didn't seem small, only a little disturbed breathing.
Besides, I feel a little sick about the flesh splashing in front of me. It was a big difference from the job of just magically burning down enemy soldiers from afar.
"Ha. The enemy is more confused than this one expects. The same applies to the Lord's Ancestral Army. I was wondering if it would be possible to take another few troops."
"Okay."
Operation Passage was in the midst of success.
There is no way to exchange money for an electrically attacked Spierzeik army, which has already lost its commander in six units. The Wilk squad had achieved each destruction by its high-speed manoeuvres.
"Move on! That unit's next!
Show me the troops located in the direction of the knight Gatoren's fingers, and I speak up.
The horses, excited by the blood, showed their full leg strength without worrying about civilian soldiers or anything else crawling into the ground.
There are those who bounce and fly to be jumped by express trains, while others are trampled over and over by four legs and turned into mince. Various forms of death were there.
Overcoming the Miscellaneous Soldier and taking over the Commander with divine speed breakthrough is the liver of Operation Passover. I don't have time to rest.
Running through enemy forces, Wilk Squad immediately hit the next target.
"The conscripts here are three! Be sure to sharpen it without hurry!
This unit was led by a knight as commander, and the enemy's civilian soldiers underwent only a few physical strengthening magic.
But that's not a big deal.
Besides the fact that the ancestral level of physical enhancement magic is known, there are hundreds of soldiers in the assault area alone, which weakens the enhancement per person every second. It is like a lactic acid bacteria beverage that has been thinned by adding too much water.
There is as much difference between heaven and earth as there is between the Wilk Corps, which is made up of a small number of martial officers with enhanced levels over the Lord's ancestors.
To prove it, first the neck of the first submissive soldier flies, then, not long after, the second, the torso of the knight, is cut off.
"Wow!!! Oh, I'm not from Spierzeik! Help me!
The third submissive soldier was apparently of civilian origin, about to turn his back on this one and flee.
"This hipster!!!
The martial officer put up two spears with his anger as to whether that escape hip was crippled by an eclampsia. The spear, held in both hands, resembles a sword.
A flash released from the crossed arms drew a cross on his back, turning his subordinate soldiers into four chunks of meat.
"No, no, no, no!
"The knight! Knight, you knight, you killed me!
"Yay, help me!
With the killing of the knight, the reinforced magic that was being cast on the enemy soldiers of this unit is sprayed with clouds.
The resistance I was feeling at the time of the break-in was completely gone, and the departure went deserted fields but I was able to move on as far as I could.
Now there are seven crushed troops, four knights disputed, and eleven soldiers and martial officers of their fathers. It could already be described as a glorious outcome at this point.
If you look to the left, you can see Gatoren, the knight who issues the command to the commanders of the Qualdenze army.
A wooden stick wrapped with a cloth around the tip is tapped against the copper, making a noise, and conveying a general intent in that condition. The stick is a kiri tampon, the copper tampon resembles a Chinese pot, and is a commonly used sound device on the Elo continent.
When a sound sounds like Goin, Goin, Goin, each unit of the Qualdenze Army changes direction to each and strikes at the enemy forces. They're jamming enemy rendezvous and supporting the Wilk Squad's assault.
I gave the next instruction by targeting an isolated enemy unit to avoid wasting the help of my friends.
"Don't stop! Move on! That's it next!
Same goes for the martial officers who think they can't miss this opportunity, they start running in the same direction I pointed out.
I follow behind them, taking care not to be swayed by the horse's acceleration.
I'll take a look at the state of the Lord's ancestral armies, but they still held back.
There must be a lot of good knights and martial arts officers in the Spierzeik family too, I don't see why they're delaying their response so much.
The knight Gatoren could have been detected to be full of horse control and copper tapping, so I saw a martial officer running next to him on the right.
I just wanted to ask you what reason Spiazeik Verrett wouldn't work and what the martial officers were expecting.
I ask questions quickly because that's not always the case until I make contact with the next target.
"You must be mistaken that the general is here"
The young martial officer answered that without much concern.
"Your grandfather?
"Yes, if we were to carry out this kind of assault, about General Galphis… and the Spierzeik side should think"
Speaking out the reason, the martial officer put up a spear to prepare for contact with the enemy. To get him to focus on the fight, I'll hand wrap up the story.
Focusing his consciousness on his hearing so as to ascertain the words of the martial officer, he heard words like "Red Ghost" and "Galphis" all over the enemy unit.
What the samurai said didn't seem wrong, though.
As a matter of fact, I'm running Operation Passenger without flying an army flag, so I can't immediately tell who the Wilk Squad captain is from the enemy.
For the Spierzeik army, my grandfather Galphis is the nobleman most often fought for. Its brave and resolute extraction is more of an enemy soldier that may best understand.
Because of this, I unleashed a flame of red lotus toward the sky in an attempt to stir up that fear. It is an imitation of my grandfather.
"Ah, ah, the Red Ghost. Ah!
"Help me! And I want to die.
"I don't like it! I don't like it!
"Hey!!
Its performance was really effective and the enemy soldiers panicked in fear of the shadow of their grandfather, who could not possibly be there.
Watching them scared makes me really aware of the existence of a ghost.
It is believed that on the Elo continent there are monsters whose human beings are mutated and with vicious powers.
Skin turns into a color that does not belong to a person, fangs extend from his mouth, nails stretch sharply and stain black, his eyes glow in the dark night, he said. And there are two from the left and right of the back of the head, a total of three from the forehead, and a black tuna like Atlas ocabuto.
The Qualdenze family has paintings depicting the monster eating people's children. The monster in the painting was red dyeing his skin in the return blood of the child, which made him think of the Japanese ghost somewhat impressive.
Since then, I've been translating the monster into a "ghost" brain.
Red Ghost. That is my grandfather's alias.
Sharp eyes and burning red hair, a muscular figure beyond eighty, and the magic and glorious martial arts of the Lord's ancestors. It may be that people exposed to these threats have no choice but to see one scale of "monster" in their grandfather's appearance.
Soldiers have been thinned, and the subordinate soldiers of that unit could easily be discussed.
I'll point to the next target and pull the reins.
"After all, your grandfather is used to this level of assault."
The generation that knew about the turmoil in the western part of the continent was different, I thought, but the martial artist immediately denied my words.
"No, exactly. Even the general won't make an assault on this scale."
"Really?
"Even when we manoeuvre quickly, we lead at least 1,000 soldiers. Earlier, it was only a matter of impression."
If the main ancestral army of the Quordenze family comes to reinforcements, the Spiazeik army should think that the main one, Quordenze Luxe, or the male Quordenze Wilk, is the general general.
But what a number of fewer than fifty soldiers the Lord's Ancestral Army raids, one knight after the other. What would the military officers of the Spiazeik army assume when they saw the sight?
"Will such an assault operation be possible on our lord Luxe, Wilk, who has just finished his first formation in the city of Nambonan, where he has never been very prominent in terms of martial arts?... No, that's not possible. Like, no way, Galphis back from the front? Is that possible? But it is not so surprising to think that he is the only Lord Ancestor of Quordenze capable of such an assault…" … etc.
And assuming you have a grandfather here, that's arguably the worst possible situation for the Spierzeik army.
It is not a matter of simple force, because it means that the Separate Task Force's Spierzeik forces, which had besieged the front-line base, are withdrawn or devastated.
It is conceivable that if we do poorly, the Qualdenze army back from the front-line base could show up after this and be pinched down. The main ancestral army of the Spierzeik family is in a retreat, probably in order to withdraw quickly when it comes to need.
"I see."
What a thankful thing because thanks to the image of my grandfather, which the Spierzeik side inflated on its own, we can increase the results of the Wilk squad.
Let's keep the military flag I brought hidden for a while without flying it.
"Contact. Attention."
"Okay. There are two conscripts here. Make sure you kill him."
"Ha."
As a result of watching as many troops were already crushed, this one stormed and the civilian soldiers panicked.
A weapon wielded by a martial officer pervades and cleaves into the body of a commander who struggles to somehow put together a soldier trying to escape by spreading it. That was as if we were seeing a sight that had been repeated many times already, a repeat regeneration.
The young people who work at the head of the squad around with their hands are exposed to several pieces of blood and guts all over their bodies, and they are dangerous people no matter how anyone sees them.
If these people swung their spears and stormed with a roar, there's no point in civilian soldiers being afraid.
"That's next."
When I say that with my finger on the next demolition candidate, Knight Gatoren pinches his mouth.
"Good aim, but not good front. Let's take a detour and break the flank."
Seeing that unit with soldiers spread from left to right, the frontal breakthrough seemed the best way to go, no matter what you think.
The commander seems to be having trouble getting the soldiers disturbed, and the front guard is the thinnest.
"... why? Soldiers are dense around there, and it looks hard to break through. Wouldn't it be better for soldiers to cut open for a thin spot, as they have done before?
So far everything's just been going well, and I can't deny that there's a part of me that was on track. I accidentally listened back in a slightly irritating tone.
Civilian soldiers can easily be crushed, but if there is too much, the legs of the horses will sometimes stop.
Soft slave ancestral flesh is not the only thing in enemy forces, there are also hardened armor and weapons made of metal.
"The front is a trap. The breakthrough of this unit is amazing, but there's no way to stop it."
Knight Gatoren explains several examples of how to stop Wilk Squad with a confident talking mouth.
That was more like a teacher's story than a sermon.
"The commander of that unit is Knight Zannahols. Brilliant with enemies around being able to hit your best hand in this short time. If you stick it in their way, it could get tangled up."
"Let me know more"
Knight Gatoren continued the conversation as he nodded briefly.
"The enemy has struck his best hand, but it is only his best hand in the midst of his disadvantages. One of the reasons we're guiding this frontal breach is because we can't deal with it in time if we don't target our troops with inferior mobility."
Wilk Squad horses are enhanced by my magic, so they are very mobile and can be easily redirected because of their small size.
This is like a pitcher throwing a wide variety of change balls in addition to fastballs. You need to squeeze your aim balls to hit a hit.
Knight Zannahols wanted the middle straight and blatant empty gestures to invite me, the pitcher... which means he made the soldiers look thin. I almost got caught up in it.
"The enemy is in position to intercept in case of an attack from the front. If..."
"So you should take him off the hook."
"Exactly."
It's a good thing I said I'd narrow my aim, but to put it badly, it's a strong measure of the punching element called game set if I remove it after I leave it to the opponent.
The goal of Operation Passover is only to discuss the submissive soldiers of the Spierzeik army, and my thoughts are not as muscular as wanting to ignore them and challenge a head-on power battle.
I accepted the Knight Gatoren's prophecy and tried to fix the assault site. After all, the cake is a cake shop.
"If we can talk about him here, it's going to be a big deal."
"... Knight Zannahols"
The Zannahols are no mistake when it comes to the heads of the numerous knights who serve the Spierzeik family. If we were to compare it with the Quordenze family, that would also resemble the standing position of the Gatoren family.
The impact would be immense if we could discuss the lead knight. So much so that the neighboring aristocrats are convinced that the Spierzeik family's operation failed.
I give instructions to my allies as Knight Gatoren has told me.
Wilk Squad, who was running towards the front, forcefully redirected on my signal to storm the flank of enemy forces.
A Wilk squad pierced like Riverblow knocks down a thick soldier's wall.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
"Hi-no! Stop it, please!
The morale of the civilian soldiers had collapsed. But it doesn't matter, such as the morale of a civilian soldier, in the sense of holding back the progress of the Wilk squad.
When the speed of the martial officer running the lead fell, it was the knight Gatoren who came forward as a replacement.
Ahead, I see the figure of the knight Zannahols.
Knight Gatoren spread his arms wide in search of my body strengthening magic and laid a very long sword of sword.
From my position, I can't see the look on the face of the knight Gatoren running forward. But at that moment, I realized they were looking at each other.
"No more talking"
"Gatoroo!!!!
Knight Gatoren and Knight Zannahols, if their positions were similar, were about the same age again.
Wilk Squad assault resembles a tsunami. I will swallow all of that without worrying about the trajectory of life there, the history of people, etc.
Their cause, which would have lasted for decades, was determined in just seconds.
Looking back, there's just a land wet with blood.
The knight Gatoren kicks the forward soldiers without looking back in any way and makes his way out.
Knight Gatoren talks to me as I get out of a unit that was led by Knight Zannahols.
"May I?"
"Are you excited?
Yes, look briefly at Gatoren, and I'll make sure the Lord's Ancestors are in position.
He still seemed worried about it being good in the rear, and it seemed like he still could afford it.
"The enemy has nothing to do with it"
And continue with a look of sincere sorrow.
"It's a young man's fortified magic, but if you break it now, you may not have to just kneel on the battlefield. … because it has been going on for quite some time"
"Mm... I didn't realize that. Has it been that long?
The knight Gatoren replied yes without hesitation. Apparently I was drunk with the excitement on the battlefield and my sense of time was insane.
This time, reinforcements are applied as necessary with regard to knights, but the martial officers are constantly reinforcing them. Because if you are a combat officer, you decided it would be more efficient to keep applying it from start to finish.
If it continues to strengthen over a long period of time, the recoil when it is broken off is also significant. Knight Gatoren quotes say the martial officers can lose their minds if they do poorly.
"We've already had too much of a battle. Many active knights, including the knight Zannahols, can't be counted with both hands as martial officers."
The Spiazeik army had many knights in the northern part of the city of Nambonan.
That is because if the main ancestral army of the Quordenze family comes, it is likely to come from the northeast of the city.
Less so than this Wilk squad, the Lord's Ancestral Army is fast on its feet.
If we envisage the appearance of Qualdenze troops from the northeast, it would be easier to keep commanders with the capacity to judge and act as quickly as possible.
As a result, the Wilk squad succeeded in taking over one knight after another, a young martial officer who would be responsible for the next generation, beginning with the knight Zannahols. From the Spierzeik army, everything went behind it.
That knight's family will not perish immediately because he has fought for an active knight, but if the Lord were to die, that knight's family would be confused for a while. Large-scale military operations should be harder to initiate.
"Then I'll pull. Give me the order."
"Ha!"
The knight Gatoren softened his expression a little when I gave him instructions to retreat.
You must have been relieved that I decided to pull it off as originally planned.
"Raise the flag! This fight, it's our win!
The military flag is raised with the roar of victory of the excited warriors. As proud as it was of its victory, it hung strong.
Snakes tangled in crossing spears and blisters of the great river that swirls. It is also called the Quordenze print.
The simplified Quordenze print was designed on that flag I brought this time. Drawn with blue thread on a green cloth, it is a family flag with no special status.
When this one raised the flag, a drink arose from the surrounding Qualdenze soldiers.
"Wow!!!
"I won!! I won. I won! We won!!
"Yay yay!!!
They keep raising their voices even if their voices are half dead. Are they conscripted civic soldiers?
Everyone honors me as he exclaims, more like a baby relieved by the appearance of an asylum-seeker than happy to win.
Soon there were many citizens climbing the city's walls and they were happy to jump and win.
The voice Long Live Nambonan eventually turns to Long Live Quordenze and Long Live the Mayor. Someone knowledgeable in the aristocratic neighborhood may have seen this flag and told him who the Admiral is.
There are no more Spierzeik soldiers trying to stop us from joining our friends.
Enemy soldiers open the passage as if they were happy that the disaster was leaving.
Triumph, relaxing down a path where no one is present and receiving drinks from soldiers and citizens. That was the star of the spotlight in the center of the theater.
All you have to do is get the curtain off the stage already and wait for the final play. But there was someone who would put a word on the script.
"Young lady......!
If I went into the sauna with a body that didn't feel the heat, it might feel like this. My whole body complains that I can't breathe and feel pressured, that I don't want to stay in this place.
It was clearly a fluctuation of intent to kill directed at me personally.
"Oh, I'm aware"
This is the first time I have received an immediate threat from the Lord's ancestors, only for a moment I was dulled by his enriched discomfort.
But it is also fresh in a way because there is nothing to be done if you get used to it, because you have never had a life where you can be malicious before.
"Seems a lot angry."
I understood the shaking of intimidation emanating from Spierzeik Verrett.
Emotional magic liberation has a similar effect on telepathy in a sense. I can feel their emotional disturbance.
It is no longer the intent to kill that is in Verrett's intimidation. Anger.
"We're coming this way! Young lady!"
Visually ascertaining the Lord's ancestral army, he was about to begin to gain momentum from the small high hills southwest of the city.
The surrounding Qualdenze army is reshaping its formation like a shield protecting the Wilk squad, trying to prepare for that assault.
Knights and martial officers verbally advance retreat and rendezvous. I guess you want to avoid bumping into Verrett with less troops.
The main ancestral army, led by Verrett, has only about 5,000 troops at best, and the number of Qualdenze troops that welcome it rises several times.
The troops that collapsed in the assault of the Wilk Squad were scattered, and many watched the formation without joining the enemy forces.
The units of the Spierzeik army that were positioned in the southern and western parts of the city are also approaching, but there is no doubt that this number will prevail either way.
If I attack while sieging Verrett, I might be able to take that neck.
"My name is Spiazeik Verrett!! You coward, come forward with dignity! Want to cower!?
Down the hill and confronted the Qualdenze army, Verret said so in a vocal voice.
Because I use the magic of expanding my voice, it can be heard by me a long way from home.
"You're young. I'm angry and I can't see around you."
"It would be the knight who praises it."
"Absolutely right."
"What are the knights who were handed out to the formation doing?
The knights and martial officers around me all of a sudden uttered a bitter complaint about his subordinates who would not flatter it more than the individual Verrett who had descended the hill.
Nobility… It is difficult to educate the Lord's ancestors. It is said that the Lord's ancestors, who boast an overwhelming magic if they make mistakes, often grow proud, and that it is not uncommon to storm out of their omnipotence when they are young.
Knights and martial officers are also expected to embarrass such young aristocrats and show them the right path.
It was a verret who would make a noise and throw words of contempt against Qualdenze, but it didn't take long to make an assault.
I don't know if the knight in the subdivision is suppressing it, or if Verrett doesn't have the guts to just do it.
"Do you remember how old Spierzeik Verrett was?
"Sure... I thought you were 18 or 19"
The knight Gatoren, who was listening to the exchange between me and the samurai, makes a supplement.
"I'm 19. … you will have a hard time admiring yourself if you are the next master, but you are not qualified as a knight if you cannot be pulled here."
For a knight, the next lord of a dominant aristocracy can be described as a subtle being. Because it's like you're sticking one foot in the realm of the Lord.
Sooner or later, we won't be talking about just looking at a knight's complexion when he becomes the master. That is why sometimes the size of the vessel is required just to undo the knight's opinion and make risky decisions.
If the next Lord decides things in strong language, it is very difficult for a knight to reject it. Because I may narrow the weight of my future master.
If you look at Verrett, who has just popped up on the front line, you can imagine yelling at the knight in anger and coming out in formation.
Again, as Knight Gatoren put it, this is an occasion to admire at all costs. We have already decided to win or lose, and as a knight, we need to put the safety of our next Lord first.
This could not have happened if Knight Zannahols had lived, and Knight Gatoren, the person of the time of the slaughter, leaked small.
"What's up Qualdenze!? Are you afraid to come forward! What's the momentum up to now?
Verrett continues to lose beyond listening.
He must have probably bombarded Spierzeik Verrett's martial name with this counter-attack operation and was looking to foil it.
The Nambonan City offensive after a bunch of heavy-duty knights, at least, you didn't think you'd lose the borough.
No matter how strong I use the word, I'm not getting any anger from hearing it when I think of the fact that I lost a bunch of knights under my command. Rather, it is even pathetic.
"I'd like to ask you one thing, anger-filled magic that he's been flying from earlier, do you think this is the full force?
One of the martial artists answers my question.
"Probably. I was wondering if it would be so hard to control an angry intimidation"
From the pressure of the mixed powers of anger, I consider the strength of Verrett. After all, there is no doubt that it retains such immense magic that it only belongs to the Lord's ancestors and cannot be compared to knights and the like.
But the answer is no. I felt I could take it down without any difficulty if I took a single hit.
Besides, I haven't even told the knights, but I've been secretly fighting since I came to the battlefield.
"Qualdenze earthworms! You're scared of me! Can't we even talk about it!?
Listening to the words of Verrett in his vanity, I was wondering why Verrett was now on the front line.
I can only think of one answer to that. My grandfather Galphis came forward because he was convinced he wasn't here.
If there had been a grandfather here, the knights would have decided to withdraw by suppressing Verrett for anything.
It is absolutely impossible to let a young man with little experience stand before his grandfather in a hundred wars and smells. Even if that is the order of the next Lord.
So I dared to let them fly the flag at the end.
As much as the family composition of the hostile aristocracy, the Spierzeik family naturally grasps it. Verrett, his knights and martial officers under his command should have seen the green and blue Quordenze print to understand who was leading the Wilk squad.
Now there's no reason for Verrett to hesitate.
If it's not the Red Ghost Garfis there, but the Qualdenze family man who just gave him his first line the other day, you don't have to be afraid.
The general of the enemy unit is just a kid, the assault without thought worked because the knight with the assistant is good in his arms, so it's only right to discuss the wirk here, the older I can't lose, the number of my ancestors and so on are not important for fighting between the Lord ancestors.... I don't know how far the mad Verrett thought. But if they claimed this, could the knight refuse Verrett's departure?
Running back to Spierzeik like this will confirm your defeat, and then it will be more obvious than watching the fire.
To return the Qualdenze Wilk, who came out upside down by inciting only, which is the only remaining winner for Verret.
Thus Verrett came out on the front line. No, should I say I could have summoned you?
"You're not dressed to run away here."
When I said that, not only the knights but even the martial arts officers made me stretch my face.
"You don't have to listen to losers."
And everyone surrounds me and starts preaching.
There's a good chance that when I leave in this situation, I'll develop into a single hit, and that seems unacceptable. As much as Verrett's aim is on my neck, they know a hundred things.
But my aim is also on Verette's neck.
"Say which one you think will win, if you get one hit. Answering Spierzeik Verrett doesn't make me angry. If that's the honest answer."
The martial officer lost sight of the question and the knight made his expression even more daunting as he looked at me.
They don't really think I'm gonna lose. Because they are the only ones who know the most about my magic power, which far surpasses my adult ancestors.
But if you answer that honestly, I'm going to beat Verrett down with Norinoli, so there's no word for it.
Even if I had overwhelming magic, victory would never be more than dealing with the Lord's ancestors.
Because even if a man with a sub-machine gun and a man with a blade fought, there is no guarantee that the former will win 100%.
"........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... You don't have to..."
It was necessary to convince the worrying knight that all eyes would go into the possibility of being stabbed in the chest with a knife in a quote that kept the shooting off.
I have not yet been nominated as the next principals, so I cannot compel you to accept high-risk decisions.
Then all you have to do is lower the risk to one hit and, conversely, put the anxiety material on it against avoiding it.
"I'm angry."
"Don't disturb your mind with that kind of nonsense that's not enough to take"
You thought I was angry at Verrett's cursing rumors, Knight Gatoren flaunts it with a strong tone.
It is natural to scold a young man on provocation, a knight's mound. I don't set up fights in that place.
I slowly deny the sermon and continue the words.
"Can I just keep forgiving the guy who put my women at risk and skipped the kill? I won't stand for it."
Anna, Kohali and Rave can be expected to have already taken refuge in the interior. There shouldn't be any civilian in the city of Nambonan who would be clueless around it.
But maybe I can't get out of here without taking the opportunity. He may be frightened and trembling at the nobility's willingness to kill attacking the city of Nambonan.
There was no intense anger enough for my head to turn white, but it was sincere to remember the smoky anger that I was about to get.
"But..."
"So you can say a man? What kind of face do I have to see Anna, Kohari, Rave? You can't seem to stand up here, you're going to lose confidence as a man"
What, and the knights get stuck in words.
To be clear, I don't have such a delicate heart. If you lose confidence, you'll decide to get comforted in bed.
But the worrying knights fear that I will become passive towards women because of this. The thought of their hard work makes them lose their minds.
I made a statement that the knights would have trouble dealing with. And that was more effective than I imagined.
"Besides, I have a plan."
I take the contents out of the cloth bag I had in my pocket, put them in my palm and hand them to Knight Gatoren.
That's a new manaral crystal from the city of Nambonan. One AA battery size thing, my magic was already filled.
The Manaral Mine, which became the Qualdenze family, is already operational.
"Don't hesitate to use it if you think I'm in danger. Even the Lord ancestors will be able to harm them. If you don't mean it, it's a shame."
This is persuasive material for knights, but it was also necessary for my own peace of mind.
It's true that I'm afraid of a single hit, no matter what I say. I want to keep it well insured.
Gatoren, the knight who received the manal crystals, confirmed the immense magic put into it or opened his eyes.
"But with these hands, the young man's reputation..."
"Nothing's wrong"
It is not the logic that there is cowardice and shit in the battle. It's a situation where it's okay to win by accident.
"Assuming we win this... who's going to believe what the Spierzeiks say?
The Schpierzeik family's operation is already broken.
He lost his knight, lost his martial officer, and failed to attack the city. This is an absolute certainty.
Here's the Spierzeik family saying, "My child was accidentally killed. The knight of Qualdenze interrupted him in the middle of a single strike. Qualdenze Wilk is a coward," he claimed.
And who will believe in it?
"Ah... You must be claiming a lie that the opponent was cowardly in order to deceive the fact that the operation failed..." The reality of great defeat turns even the truth into falsehood.
It is the winner, Quordenze, who makes the facts and never brightens up where he used his cowardly hands to kill Verret. No, it gets cleaned up as loser bullshit.
Of course I spread that fabricated truth. When the Spierzeiks are lying pathetically and miserably, they use a network of Nambonan merchants to spread across the continent.
The more the Spierzeikes make noise, the more laughs they become from all around them.
When I explain why, Knight Gatoren begins to look for room for objection, but that didn't come out in the end. The same goes for the surrounding knights.
Given the massive quantities of Qualdenze soldiers deployed around them and the presence of unintentional manal crystals, they thought they could rescue me before I was fatally injured.
Because the Lord ancestors have strong vitality, they will not die so easily unless they are quite alarmed. Taking my life in this situation is first and foremost an impossible story.
"Okay."
Whether or not to strike one horse, the seesaw leaned towards the side of the good.
Think of it in terms of magic power. It's hard to think of me losing; being able to stop Verret by surprise even when it's at a disadvantage; being able to rescue me in the meantime; not being so low in the life force of the Lord as to be instantly killed; winning by surprise does not have an adverse effect; if I pull here, I may be impotent; and if I can discuss Verret, I will be given an irrevocable blow to the Spierzeikes... these are the ingredients on the acceptable side.
The weight seemed to have changed the knight's judgment as well.
"Knight Gatoren, escort"
"Ha!"
In the prayerful eyes of the knight and the samurai, I returned my grip and pulled the reins.
"You're out, Qualdenze"
Proceed slowly so that you can take every step of the way, under the sight of the soldier.
The front line was shaped like the Qualdenze and Spiazeik armies staring in a horizontal row, which nevertheless seemed to be flowering across many rows.
There is about 200 metres of blank space on the border between the two armies, where two men ride and wait.
I turned my eyes to the youth and strengthened my eyesight to see how it looked.
Spierzeik Verrett.
He is a Spierzeik family man and a nobleman nominated by his next lord.
I have an impression of neat eyes and thin eyebrows, and I get a similar impression of a sharp blade somewhere.
Is it because you recognize them as enemies, I honestly don't think they're the ones to get along very well.
The word "beautiful young man" came to my mind because of the anger-mixed intimidation that had gotten stronger since I showed up.
"The man next door is a knight"
Knight Gatoren lines up beside me and tells me the name of the man standing next to Verrett's house.
I overheard it and focused on Verrett again.
Just like no one cares about the cat's claws next to the tiger, just knights and the like in front of the Lord's ancestral overwhelming presence.
I stopped my horse about 25 meters away from Verrett.
"You kept me waiting, Spierzeike."
Activate loud magic by mimicking Verrett. My voice spread like an outdoor speaker.
The soldiers around them seem to admire the noble discourse, strange tranquillity surrounding them whenever words are exchanged.
Continuing the restraint in the name of greeting, Verrett told him to throw up in a frustrating tone.
"... you can afford it."
"I can't afford it"
So once I stopped talking, I spread my arms exaggerated before continuing.
"I just can afford it"
In response to that word, Verrett broke the expression he kept and revealed his anger.
"Don't be proud, earthworm...!
Scared by the overflowing, intense magic of anger, the soldiers around them become silent for a moment.
Verrett's anger seems to be at its apex.
"You seem to be on track to discuss my minister, but without the support of Knight Gatoren, you are a child who cannot do anything."
I moved my neck, as you can see from Verrett, and I saw the knight Gatoren next door. Make the impression that the key decision is to be a weak child who relies on knights.
Verette, who had not missed it, raised her voice in an interesting and upbeat mood.
"Ha-ha-ha! It's the end of my luck that I came out so far in my thoughts!
"I didn't expect you to point out the lack of luck from Spierzeik"
"Nothing is crappier than a child's vanity. No!
If Veret dies on this occasion, the rest of the knights in the army of Spiazeik are martyrdom courses.
That means the total destruction of the Spierzeik army, which was responsible for the invasion of the city of Nambonan.
Honestly, I can tell you I was very lucky because I didn't expect this guy to get on so well so far. Conversely, the Spierzeikes have no luck.
"Don't think you can get away with it, Qualdenze Wilcu!!
Raising the loudest voice here, Verrett raised the spear he was holding heavenly. This is a signal to sign up for a duel.
Gloves are not thrown when applying for a duel on the Elo continent.
Essentially, it is a truly understandable thing: "If you kill, you win," but only the movement of initiation is determined.
List the weapons you possess, tell them your name, your affiliation, and who you're going to sign up for a duel with.
"The one who will inherit the protection of the great Voystra! The Spiazeik family is the man, Spiazeik Verret! Apply for a duel to Qualdenze Wilk!!!
The civilian soldiers of Qordenze and Špiazzek were excited about the start of a duel between the nobles and began to make noise with a roar.
Verrett continues with a voice to the extent that it reaches this way, checking the excitement of the soldier who turned into an audience.
"If you want to escape, slash your back"
It should be noted that I don't have to take it just because they applied for a duel.
In fact, the other party's consent to apply for a duel is not required. Either it's close to declaring war.
Even if I stand silently, Verrett will be slaughtered one of these days.
If they refuse, they'll have to fight. It is good to say that the duel has already begun.
"Phew..."
As I sighed deeply, I held the spear firmly and stood directly next to it. Close to the bunt, except for the point where you're not leaning over your face.
When you say that you will receive a duel with this structure, you will begin to strike a single horse with both fame.
"As the guardian of Nambonan, I will fight the thieves! The Qualdenze family is the man, Qualdenze Wilk! Come on, come on!
At the same time as I finished saying it, the horses on both sides began to run, neither first.
Knight Gatoren, and the knight who was on Verrett, remain on standby, with the protagonist of this battle approaching the center of the spotlight.
You think things are carrying each other the way you want them to, I'm hiding them, but there was a grin on their faces.
Verette shows me how to spear and I shake my spear wide like a batter for a home run.
"Quordenze!!!
I worked out my magic in the wake of Verrett's fluctuating intentions to kill.
Ever since I arrived on this battlefield, I've never made a serious threat.
If he developed into a single hit, it was because he was thinking of an operation that would activate and flicker the opponent at the moment he could cross the spear.
Yes, it was all for this time.
I know because I took it as much as I did earlier. Verrett's intimidation was marginal, but there was just enough pressure to soften me.
And Verrett has never been intimidated by me yet.
- Kill.
He mixed his black emotions with magic and emitted them outside his body with all his might.
"Huh!?
Moment after moment, I felt a vicious ripple run through the earth in a radial fashion.
The battlefield, where tens of thousands of soldiers twinkle, is surrounded by such silence that even time freezes.
My immense magic and willingness to kill succeed in stiffening Verrett's body beautifully.
A world of gray, comma seconds or less. I set my aim on Verrett's neck with the tip of the swinging spear and waved my arm.
In the freezing, the tip of my swinging spear proceeds to draw a curve.
"Gu"
What exactly did Verrett want to say?
But I can't know that forever anymore. The tip of the spear cuts the origin of its voice directly and laterally.
The feeling of cleaving the flesh of the Lord's ancestors, transmitted in the palm of his hand. It was like turning down rubber that made it hard to the extreme.
I waved my spear to the end so that I could shake off that unpleasant feeling of the Lord's ancestral vitality, the pulsation.
It must be because he waved his spear to shake it up diagonally, Verrett's head launched heavenly high. Baseball is going to be a pitcher fry.
"You're hard."
If you look at the tip of a spear tinted with blood, the metal is decaying like burnt.
Maybe you wanted to distract yourself from the fact that you killed a human directly with a murder weapon, not magic, I didn't tell anyone, I was talking to myself like that.
No one can utter a word, only look at objects launched into the evening sky.
When the raw head, which attracted the attention of the crowd, was slammed to the ground, Verrett's torso fell off the horse as if the shock had been transmitted.
Nor can your lord ancestor live once his neck and torso have been severed.
The neck rolling on the sun-dyed earth, the fallen verrett loose shell, and the revelation of all settlements make the time move again.
Come on, we have to finish it.
"Destroy it! Smash Spierzeik!
Before I finish, there's a blast coming from around. The Qualdenze army has launched a total attack.
The aim is the subservient soldiers of the Spierzeik army.
The enemy's civilian soldiers seemed to pass out as a result of my intimidation at close range, and they couldn't even act as meat walls.
The simple number of soldiers, as well as the number of submissive soldiers, is higher in the Qualdenze army, so you won't lose first without my reinforcement.
"Are you all right? Are you hurt..."
Knight Gatoren approaches me.
The knight that was attached to Verrett had been attacked by another soldier.
"Oh, I'm fine. I haven't been attacked."
"I got all that intimidation up close. Immediately de-curse."
My opinion will be silenced and the spell will soon be lifted.
One of the nasty things about magical interpersonal combat is that the remnants of magic accumulate in your body.
Fighting against each other's magic can leave heterogeneous magic in your body, even when the wounds are healed, which in turn can result in ill health.
Nothing of that malaise goes beyond the end of the battle, and when you get older, the negative effects come back like old wounds, making you unable to develop pain or move satisfactorily on your body.
If it is a battle between the Lord ancestors, it becomes more pronounced, and if it is bad, it can be like half-heartedness.
For the Lord ancestor, who is always a healthy body, ill health due to magical remnants is in some ways the only disease to be said, and is very much feared.
That's why you're a nobleman who doesn't hate fighting warcraft, but also cautious about fighting against nobility.
De-cursing magic is simply magic that removes remaining magic residue from the body, and can be done less before it settles on the body.
I feel like there's no magic residue to the extent of intimidation, but I want to make sure I handle it when I think about old age. It's like organizing gymnastics.
Unfortunately, I have to ask someone other than myself to do this, so I decided to ask Knight Gatoren to lift the curse like this.
"Back off to make sure the curse is lifted."
"Right. A little tired."
I was mentally tired of running all day and standing around with my lord ancestors even though I was confident I could win.
Besides, it still makes me sick to have the feeling of cutting Verrett's meat in my palm.
I left the front behind, guided by the knight Gatoren.
In the centre of the formation created by the main units of the defence of the city of Nambonan, a tent is set up.
Knight Gatoren and I entered the tent, and the martial officers took an extra thanksgiving stance.
The war situation belongs entirely to the Qualdenze army.
With Verrett, the general, taking over, the knights have stormed ready to die, but many were passive, one after the other.
The morale of the Spiazeik soldiers collapsed completely, and the conscious soldiers fled only to avoid being caught in the battle of the submissive soldiers.
"Long live Nambonan!
"Long live Qualdenze!
"Long live the mayor!
"Whoa!!
Hearing the roar of victory of the Qualdenze army heard from afar, I laid my back on the chair provided.
"Young lady, go ahead"
It was a little lukewarm tea that was handed to me. I notice that I was thirsty after a sip and demand a replacement immediately.
"... are they safe?
"I'm just losing my mind, so I'll wake up soon"
The tent had a Wilk Squad martial officer brought in one foot away.
I broke the reinforcing magic on them in doing a single ride with Verrett, and that's where they all fainted.
If you look at the bodies of the martial officers lining up like tuna hanging around the fish market, you can see their breasts moving with breath. I was relieved that he didn't seem to be dead.
"Excellent work, young lady!
When the samurai who brought the other cup of tea said so, I and the samurai around me would begin to talk about the end of the duel.
Nor is there such a thing as a duel between nobility and nobility.
That duel was disturbing for a martial officer who admired strength, while it also touched the harp line of his heart.
"Do you have time to talk here? I will not allow you to be distracted on the battlefield. Don't forget that the General is still fighting in the West."
"Ha! And excuse me!
When Gatoren, the knight who lays his hand on my back and performs the cursing magic, glanced at me, the martial officers went back to their shittiness and work.
We must not be distracted because a complete victory in the city of Nambonan has been confirmed. We won't be leaving any time soon because we're ready, but after this, we have reinforcements for my grandfather.
As we were eating a simple meal at the end of the tea, a martial officer came from outside the tent.
Apparently, he's doing a status report on the war, but he's not in a hurry, and I can even feel free.
It's been quite a while, and the battlefield must have settled down.
"What's the battlefield like?
"Young lady!?... and excuse me! I will report the war. At present, we have taken all civilian soldiers into captivity, and we have succeeded in capturing a few more Spierzeik knights and martial officers."
"Well, was there someone with a name?"
Basically, knights and martial officers often kill on the spot.
I guess if this is a historical simulation game aiming at the unification of the heavens, we can hire a captured martial officer, but not on the El-O continent.
Nobility and knighthood are in a pseudo-parent-child relationship because of the ancestral lineage of the Lord and his subordinate ancestors, the child will not betray his parents, and on the contrary, nobody trusts a knight who betrays and falls into another house.
My father, of course, doesn't trust me when the Knight of Spierzeik says, "My husband's going to lose, so I'm going to fall asleep." At the bottom of my heart I should be pledging allegiance to the Spierzeik family.
Sometimes if you are a knight or a martial officer that the Spierzeik family is just worth having a high ransom for, you can be a prisoner, but the captives of your ancestors are troublesome to manage because they don't even know when they will escape without a demonic seal.
I guess catching him on purpose meant he had a useful knight.
"No, it's for interrogation, not for prisoners. Because you may be able to discover the full extent of the operation set up by the Spierzeik family."
Hope is dim, says the martial artist.
Given the loyalty of the knight, he won't crack his mouth like that where he was tortured. I don't think I'll throw up in at least a day or two.
I might be able to push him to the brink of dying for days and finally make him throw up, but that would take too long.
Just ask, and if you can't, I'll kill you.
"One is a prisoner. Because I'm a woman."
Another martial officer who was listening to the conversation makes a supplement from the side.
"Hmm? There was a woman?
As an exception, even knights and martial officers are taken prisoner. That is the case with women.
To increase the number of ancestors without nobility, it is necessary to engage in breeding activities with the ancestors.
An ancestral woman born into a knight's family is expected to have children anyway in order to protect her home. It is the ancestral Resemara.
Because the libido of an ancestral man is little different from that of a civilian, the worst, if one, has no problem. What matters is the number of bellies of your ancestors.
That's why captive subordinate women serve as machines for giving birth to children. Though it is hell in the world for them, because they are offended by the Lord's vengeance, and conceive not so many children.
"What knight? A martial arts officer?"
"I'm Knight Sikinaon."
I know the name of the Sikinaon family, but I felt like the active knight was a man.
When you keep your mouth shut about what I feel, the martial officer responds immediately.
"I guess the candidate is gone because General Galphis discussed the knight Sikinaon to continue standing. There still seems to be a shortage of subordinates enough to knight their young daughter."
"Ho..."
Only his descendants can be knights.
The knights supporting the Spierzeik family, which continues to suffer disadvantages, also seem to have constant struggles.
"What's your name?
"Sikinaon Rose.... Shall I take you here?
He is indeed an air readable martial artist.
He should have been a samurai officer working in the city of Nambonan, so maybe he heard something I like about women somewhere.
When I answered that question with Jesus, then a few martial officers brought in the knight Sikinaon without setting it apart.
The armor is blackened like burnt, and the place is missing. He even ate the magic of the flames. The cloak was about half burnt down.
He must have been injured during the capture, the cloth torn and swollen. Blood sticks on his forelegs and flanks. Without the health of his ancestors, he should be seriously ill and unable to move.
"In front of the young lady! Give me your face!
The samurai kicked the knight Sikinaon's head abusively, causing his helmet to fall off and roll. The sound of teasing, teasing, and metal sounded well.
The detachment of the helmet causes the long hair housed inside to sag and drip to the ground.
He had beautiful, long blonde hair that was incompatible with the battlefield.
When the martial officer grabbed the hair to grip the rope, he was forced to pull and let his face point at me.
When I was a knight, Sikinaon, I was about eighteen years old, I was a young daughter.
My body line is hard to understand because of the armor, but the impression I've seen is she's a slender beauty. If you say it in a cute and beautiful way, you can't go wrong in a beautiful way.
Beautiful jaw lines with sharp impressions and silver eyes with a strong sense of will.
This is an upper-ball.
I feel a hint of battlefield expensiveness gathering in my groin.
Yes, I prefer the act of making humans to the act of killing humans.
Apparently, Knight Sikinaon realized who I was.
He glanced at me like a prick and leaked words in agony.
"Ku......!