The Peerless Kobold (WN)

After less than twenty days of drinking with nearby races, the Royal Army, motivated by earlier victories, had opened the towns of Jarlu and Cherke, the fortified cities along the border, from under occupation and marched into the territory of the Republic without staying.

The capital Constantia, which was also the heart of the former kingdom of Athos, is situated at the western edge of the Republic because of geographical factors connecting desertification trends and East-West cultures as far as the eastern part is concerned.

I mean, it's not that far apart from Edil, the king capital of Almedia... a republican army that withdrew to leave behind a small amount of supplies was looting in a fortified city in the middle of nowhere, and after being forced to spit out earlier loot in dealing with needy citizens, it was eaten to an unexpected time.

(... you're dying to go back to the old (...) world (...) also (...) home of the present (...) world (...))

When I think of the cobolts that have left me in the blurry Easteria woods as I was rocked on the horse with my figure false (whenever), the two-person horseback riding passes me by on foot (Naomi Ashi) just a little faster.

It was my friend who turned into a big brunette who held the reins, and he held Aisha with his cheeks happily loose on his back.

"Phew, aren't you good, Lord Buster"

"Oh, I'm getting the hang of it somehow."

Though he says something appropriate, such as that, he has the audacity to be no match for the horse of a knight warrant lady who makes him feel arrow cod (if he does) and style, and he just doesn't move on his opponents who are bad at hiding the signs of the beast.

If a military horse is not a first-class product prepared by Lord Wiad, who took his daughter into account, but is merely addressed to a cavalry, he will be rammed up with instinctive fear as well as before.

"Wow, it's fuuuuuuuuu... (well, not to mention, it's hua...)"

"Wow. ♪"

Maril (false), who was behind a slightly better buster, lined up horseback riding next to him and smiled as he stared at the childhood tame struggling with unfamiliar manners.

Even if the buster is embedded in Aisha's ploy, I decided to leave him alone because he seemed to enjoy himself, and I gave my thoughts to the King (...) Capital (...) Constantia, who will arrive tomorrow.

"As long as I miss it..."

The city where the mercenary regiment Desert Wolf has been based for a long time has a long standing fence, and a later re-invasion can be possible once the caged Republican Army has set its stance inside.

Though we will still need one hand to take advantage of this opportunity to sharpen our margins and secure a few years of regional peace, we will be able to live up to the expectations of our client (King Alexius), who would like to be safe with his cousin and niece, who have been married to another country.

The day after the silent march through the wilderness, whilst some sweetness could not escape, the Royal Army, which reached the position where it could peek (or not) at the fence of the capital of the Republic in the distance, became a battle formation from the mobile formation, and the Zatras Army, saddled to the left wing, takes up a late night next to the Demir Army.

Unhappy Aisha kept throwing a sharp gaze at us who had gone to the Great Tent a short while earlier.

"… the change of position from the right wing to the left wing is a small matter (tsp), and it is difficult to accept the instruction to lend the archers (Archer) to other territories. Anyway, an experienced general is valuable."

"I would have shook my head vertically at a military conference once"

"Well, I can't say no to General Dowd's life."

With a slightly transgressive attitude, she is an infidel and corrupt warlord, but when Buster, who has gotten along with horseback riding training over the past few days, strokes her head, she dyes her face vermilion and pushes her silence.

"Ugh, it's good to be approaching from myself... but the opposite is illuminating"

"Ha, there are some cute things about it."

He laughed and half-eyed at the young man with the sword of a single blade on his shoulder. He looked unconscious even if he was afraid of the breadth that seemed to fit into the depth.

After hanging out with Aisha without realizing his intentions, he lined up his shoulders with a floating attitude.

"Well, it's a different course of action for a while. Don't push me while we're gone, okay?

"Lord Archer, I'm going to have to ram you properly."

Dropped off by the smile of the knight's courtier, who said so carelessly in nature, and stepped outside her seat, the Great Tent.

Lancers in large dogs lying on the ground in nearby grass were accompanied by silver-haired werewolf dogs visiting Demil army positions for a short time… Prior to the forthcoming night raid by the Armenian Royal Army, men's skinned soldiers (Shibi) were about to move out.

"Group leader, you'll be lost in the dark as you're told."

"Please be careful, don't screw it up, okay?

"It's okay, Dear Diub. I'll keep my eyes open properly. So, ladies and gentlemen, shall we go out for a little while?"

Under the bright half moon, led by Uld, who made his golden eyes glow (like this), the werewolf warriors, who could also secure their horizons with a little light, disappear into darkness without a pine light.

Once through the oblique rear of the position, the Royal Army left wing, including Zatras and Demil territorial forces, left in a different direction than the third city gate, where they were targeted for attack, and secretly traveled to reasonably remote meadow areas, they lowered the luggage in their possession one after another.

Except for a few more, he disarmed and hid them in the grass shade, and the warrior chief who had wrapped the young around him began to take off his jacket and expose his muscular nakedness at all costs.