The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer, but I started to wonder if it was bad.

Next, August 13th.

Everyone, including a young man with a hangover aching head, arrived safely at a camp along the Asakawa River.

It is unacceptable for a soldier to fall out of dehydration, whether he is hungover or in mid-summer.

No, I was safe, maybe because my stomach was also saggy and heartburn was heavier, which was caused by the story I was told.

Anyway, the meeting held by the time the day began to tilt could have come with a clear head.

Mitterrand, who was sending a courier to the city of Dysen, also participates.

The mitteran turned bright red, trembling.

"This map is! Weir upstream? No way! No way!

Mitterrand is said to have terrible command skills.

Still, to the point where I could see what the map meant, he was also a "samurai".

"Hiro. Hide.

Follow Ariel's instructions and move your steps behind the tall executive crowd standing around the table, to the side wall.

"It's a mistake of some kind! No, sometimes the map is a fabrication! You want it to be so much war! You want a handle! Who drew this map!

I see, is that what you're going to come up with? Politicians are.

That's Ariel, so you predicted it.

Mitterrand looked around.

If you can't spot it in an instant, if you can't put an ass on me, you're a loser.

"Be quiet. I'm not going to blame you. Let the Course family take this blame.

Phyllia sent out a rescue boat.

Yes, Mitterrand came to the bargain because he thought it would be good for the Merle family.

No one doubts that point. So Philia is blaming it on me, too.

And yet, Mitterrand, he's still making excuses.

"The Course family shows a respectful attitude. Definitely.

Oh, well.

Has Mitterrand become a "course school"?

Within negotiating as a diplomatic point of contact, you become too familiar with the other party and interpret it in a sticking favor, to "school".

Make it a politician skin mitteran, is this it?

"Deputy Mitterrand. I guess that means we were martial artists. In politics and diplomacy, no matter how well you stood around, even small earthlings would see you at your feet. The time has come for us to show our true share.

"Please wait! Stick with this map and you'll be able to negotiate even more advantageously!

"Mitterrand. You're saying I'll give you the information. That's a hostile act, isn't it?

Alex asked coldly.

"Lord Hiro! Hurry to your seat! I want eyes on you in a thousand!

Molly, I followed Old Man's instructions in a hurry. Because the voice was imminent at all times.

Thousands of hours ago, I think I noticed something. Then they come closer to us.

"A hostile act? The Course family is not the enemy in the first place! What instructions do you give me…"

My body was moving.

Run to Philia.

Thousands of mornings jump a lot.

Because I felt Alex's arm stretch.

A stone projection of the spear is sucked into Mitterrand's throat.

I heard a broken cervical spine.

A moment later, me and Thousand Mornings were consolidating Philia's left and right.

Unexpectedly stepped back, executive crowd.

To those who try to move any further, skip the kill and spirituality.

I won't make a scene. I won't let you pull out your weapon.

That's me and Thousands of Early Years' work as Philia's sidekick.

It was old Molly who told me that. Well, this is how I succeeded or failed my men...

The leeway I think, for example, was quickly lost.

Beyond my imagination, because I saw you ready for a thousand years.

I stood on the left side of the philia, close to the wall, but Thousand Mornings stood on the central side.

Turn your back on me and cover Philia.

He turned to Master Alex. That, too, is full of temper.

I saw the spirited Thousand Early Backs and realized it.

If this was a coup, a takeover. That the next thing Alex wants is Philia's life.

I was oblivious that there was always that tension between my son-in-law and the Wujia.

My eyes opened to surprise, and I saw Dr. Mashimura's big body.

The martial arts teacher, and Alex's escort, Masaki Sensei.

I don't have a hand on the knife, but I come forward loosely, with my hands in place.

Stand between Thousand Early and Master Alex.

And I showed my back without any eyes on this one.

As I do with Philia, "I see the body forward, and the body being escorted, Master Alex," that would be the basic attitude.

But what it means is understandable.

"Master Alex has no intention of harming Philia. Even if there's a mistake, I'll stop it. That's what I'm saying.

Seeing Dr. Maki's back, Thousand Mornings, he flipped himself. Show your back to Master Alex, on the side opposite me.

Mitterrand's neck was making an impossible bend. I'm showing my face directly behind me.

The cadres who stood there are reluctant to move from left to right.

As the field was about to settle down, Ethan stood up.

Pull the tablecloth firmly and cover it with Mitterrand.

The executives of the Mel family frown.

On its face, there was the letter "I got hit".

In martial arts, Ethan is beyond them, but in the heart of the samurai, he triumphed.

No, there are no samurai or nobles. A hidden love that manifested itself naturally. This is what we would call humanity.

Serge and Fritz continue.

Let Mitterrand's body sleep in one corner of the room.

You may be ashamed to look like a second fry, but you don't seem to do it, because it's a shame coating.

"This blame goes to the Course family.

As the silence grew heavy, Philia uttered the word again.

Mitterrand's ghost is still making excuses for being mundane.

To that effect, I ear to Philia.

"Mitterrand's sins will remain with him, and the possession will let the clan inherit. I will not tolerate private sentencing.

Mitterrand's ghost, who had a sad face, meditates in the wake of the word.

I prayed to Philia and scattered away.

All the psychic ones, where they felt the signs, Master Alex inspired his voice.

"With the Course family, it was decided to fight. Let's get into the military. I want to hear your opinions.

Cut the lead, Damian raised his hand. With your permission, speak.

"Let's reuse the weir. If you draw your enemies and push them away, you will not lose a single soldier and sharpen the enemy's power.

The field air remained heavy.

No, it might be a little inappropriate to say "stay" heavy.

Mel's cadres are all excellent military men. Even if you can't help but feel the death of your companion, Mitterrand, you can't be shocked by death, by death, by corpses.

If it takes a "military debate," you can change your mood spazzily.

That switched air should be hailed as "heavy again".

by Damian's remarks.

Use the weir the enemy intended to push this way back.

It's efficient and painful.

No one, I had an idea.

but I think it's "painful" because it also feels nasty somewhere.

What I was remembering was the words of the Asahi brotherhood, the executioner.

"You're not going to like it. I can't believe I shook my axe down on the neck of a shivering guy.... The one I actually wield is the irresistible one against.

Again or, when was it, when I was in Japan, I heard the words of a military man about whether it was France.

"Drone strikes are cowardly.

I don't think we were talking about civilian accidental bombings. "It's cowardly to fight a manned fighter or a manned tank opponent with a drone," he said.

When I asked, I didn't know why. It was in the "what the hell is this guy" state.

Now what? What about the missiles? What about the bombing? You don't call it cowardice, do you? You're the ones who were doing the water bomb experiment on the Pacific islands.

But now, I feel like the soldier is starting to understand a little bit.

I'm starting to feel resistant to the way I get it done with a "pout" from a safe place without getting my hands dirty and without taking the risk that I might get hit too.

I don't know if I, no, all of us got angry with the Course family because we tried to "fit in a clear trap," but I think I instinctively felt "cowardly" about how they did it.

One of the executives made a statement after raising his hand.

"I, too, remember my anger at the despicability of the enemy. But nothing needs to stick with it until we do. Existing battle forces alone will be five times the size of the Course family. Would it not be enough to first fall the dysen in front of you and recommend surrender? If you don't seem to listen, it's an advance.

"I agree.

"There is also the question of how to attract weirs to measures that will decimate them. Aren't you going to be shrewd?

"I was wondering if we should show an overwhelming difference in power against the Daghdah haughters.

If it's this way, I don't know what I'm gonna say.

That's what I thought, and I got a re-objection.

Surprisingly, from Serge.

No, it wasn't surprising that I disputed it. It was an unexpected statement.

"This is war. We are the Martial Family, its essence is the Yakuza, and cowardice is what we are. Let us not forget that victory justifies everything....... although my father's for sale.

Joe also opens his mouth to get my will.

"That's right. Whatever hand you use, it doesn't change the result of killing. Then it would be better if you adopted measures that you didn't have to die, as a soldier. It's a thankful story for the greats to prevent the soldiers from wearing out, isn't it? Besides, if it's a field and castle attack, it doesn't mean there won't be any deaths in the upper echelons, right? War is water.

The two statements changed the tide.

"Joe, we're not afraid of death, are we?

"I know. It's just that if there's a mistake in such a boring battle, that's all.

"Well, don't be so annoying. What do you do when you're put on a cheap provocation? But, Montesquieu, your words worked. Were there few fights here and our inquiries dull?

"Young people, including Deputy Grimm, will look like our saggy Osama. That's no different from Mitterrand.

"Come on, it's an exercise because of you. Why don't you let the young do it out of your mind?

Serge is right. Alternatively, Joe and Master Alex are always talking about it.

This is war, not every clean thing. If you don't get spicy, you just lose. It's you and your loved ones who die.

If your companions are important, that's what you should think of as "a great battle at the smallest possible sacrifice". Damian is right.

Speech of the Brotherhood crowd, "It's good with a positive attack method because you have five times more troops. Awkward than clever." is also correct, but it may only be "solid". There is also a risk that it will be more "clever" to carry out a city attack.

After all, was my sentiment just sweet?

No, in the first place, shouldn't cowardice be just sentimental?

It's not, something's different.

Why shouldn't I be cowardly in war?

That's right, it's World War I. I had a problem with the poison gas.

Dastardly hands, if they don't weigh themselves against each other, escalate. Once used, the toothpick won't work.

There is a UN Security Council in this world... The point is, were sanctions imposed by overwhelming violence by big powers, as well as international law, The Hague? Because there isn't one. There is no way to prohibit it.

It is only by gentleman's agreement. By recognizing each other as knights and samurai, we have no choice but to prevent them.

"Please forgive me for speaking.

Without reading the air, I raised my voice.

When I was in Japan, I did unthinkable things.

Oh, look, evil stands out. I regretted it a little, but I had no choice. I have to tell you.

"War is not a sweet thing, efficiency is important, victory is everything. I have no objection to that. But what if in the long run? The upside of this battle will surely pass on to the North Thief as well. I don't think it's a good idea to make them feel unwanted vigilant and think 'it's everything'.

The voice of dissent rose.

"Not a lot of loose ideas? We have to clean up the reality in front of us first.

They poked me where it hurt.

My statement, and the "idea" in the background (?) is correct.

As much as Serge or Damian's thoughts are right, they are not wrong.

But shapeless objects, ideas, were a kind of cross-world cheat.

I forgot about that.

I don't mean to say I don't know the scene, I see it from above... but it becomes a free-flowing idea from reality. That's right, it's an idea from another world.

I've been worried about it. I could have been recognized by Master Li because of this.

It reminds me of the eye of condemnation that Katrea of the club "Night Cup" directed at me.

Cutting head-to-head at her is unlikely to do it for a while. It's not worth it to be able to go in the first place... oh my god, that's an escape from reality.

"Hiro, you. No, Karewala Ten Horsemen. Have mercy on the enemy soldiers?

Joe's voice struck me cold in the ear.

There is no choice but to think so for a man who is ready for reality.

I'm not. But I can't help it if they think so.

"Never such a thing! It is natural to kill enemy soldiers more than it is a battle. I also took command in Fanzo. Even if the hundreds of Fanzo, the horseman of the Mel family, are opponents, I don't remember forgiving them when they turned to their enemies!

I have to make an explanation.

In this military debate, which began with the disposition against an act of enmity, I gave an explanation.

Objecting to the main tide of the debate can no longer be done.