Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

The third day the stare continued. The Luein army moved.

Not in the direction of returning to the castle. As we headed northwest, it was presumed that we would probably rendezvous with the army heading straight to the King's Capital.

"... over?

It's not like music plays like a game.

There was nothing dramatic about this being a turning point, and it made me feel weird like it was over and yet not over to drop off someone who would stay away.

After the enemy then left his sight and those who came out to scout spent half a day tracking him, Evrar's army finally decided to return to the castle.

In the meantime, it was the retrieval of the relics of the war-dead allies.

After collecting the artifacts, you can't even carry the body. So the first thing to do is to make it easier to return to the soil by baking, and then bury it. However, this is also a substitute that requires considerable effort.

"Still, there was a magician, so I'm glad there weren't many people to bury him"

"We were about to be one of you."

In the sight of the soldiers who were conversing naggingly, there was a great smear, where dead grass and dead trees were crushed and the bodies burned.

Luckily I didn't realize much of the stench I heard rumors about somewhere, even though the burning smell of the tree was too strong.

With that in mind, I walk a little further away from the soldiers.

He finds a soldier in a black cape who remains fallen to be buried in the grass, stops, and then next to the body he finds, he drops one small copper coin nearby, nauseating the rotten odor brewed for leaving him alone for three days.

"Ugh..."

If he covered his mouth with his left hand, he would walk again looking for the next abandoned body and continue the task of dropping copper coins on the ground.

"If you can bear it, leave once, disciple, Uhihi"

My master, who is still bracketed with a leather strap on his hips, prompts me to do so. So I interrupted the work once and went into the nearby woods in search of a place where no one would be.

I breathed relief in the fresh breeze coming through the grass and trees.

"You're weak."

"Because here's the thing... I'm not used to it"

Unless you are unfamiliar in this world and come across an incident such as a previous life, the only thing you will encounter with a body is the funeral of a close relative.

Anyway, even though the work was still in the middle of nowhere, the nausea was at an irresistible level anymore.

"Uh-huh."

I think nobody's there, arms on the tree and look down. I don't mean to throw up, but I feel a little better just to speak up.

At any rate, I'm glad Mr. Cain isn't around. Like this, I can't show my brother Cain, who looks like he's perfect. Beauty and nothing. It's me, but I don't think it's a good idea to expose myself like this.

Mr. Cain is not sticking around because Luain's army has withdrawn and gone, and he has only allies around him. Another thing is that I seem to be the only one with a girl, but the enemy's pull has changed the environment.

Someone from a nearby town came and sold the blacksmith's worse sword replacement here, besides the merchant selling daily necessities, women also come and go in and out with people coming to sell food, etc.

I have a spouse to talk to you about. If you're a suspicious magician, you can't get anywhere near anything rare.

Mr. Cain seems to have some errands, too, and he tells me, 'If you need anything, you can get rid of it by magic,' and he's away.

Thanks to you, I'm free to do what I want.

"Ugh, Shindo..."

It's tougher than I thought. But I wasn't willing to stop.

- Bury the bodies of enemy soldiers. That's why I was wandering around.

The bodies of enemy soldiers have been decided to be abandoned. Because of the labor involved, it is not possible to work long for the convenience of moving to the castle tomorrow. As a matter of fact, the resentment of being suddenly invaded and his companion murdered overlaps.

So after the soldiers take up swords and other equipment and belongings, they are wild.

If they found out I was going to bury that cordially, well... you wouldn't agree with all the soldiers.

For once, I think about why. To all the nearby towns, because of the rotten smell, and to prevent the plague.

I never even thought about the plague caused by war in my previous life. But I've seen the word "outbreak of plague by disaster," several times. Something mediates flies, right? So it's also for the sake of our allies to bury it quickly, after theoretically arming ourselves, but we're all anxious to understand it, so we're acting sneaky.

"Ugh, but it's not over yet. If it wasn't for you, you'd be gone."

The day had already begun to tilt. But I want to rest a little longer.

That's what I think. I'm sitting back with a tree,

"Is that Chiara...?

In the shadow of the tree on his left hand was Alan, who sat up with a blue face.

"... Alan?

Why are you there?

"Are you sick?

I thought it was a cold, but Alan turns away as hard to say. When I thought what the hell was going on, my master laughed "Xysi".

"You, you helped carry the body just now. I made it look good to leave things to my men to help me when I had the spare time, but I guess I got sick, Ihihi."

"Ugh..."

Looks like my master's reading hit me. Alan looks at his master resentfully.

"Why do you say that? It's bad. No."

"The only person who can fix the exterior is the one who can afford it."

Alan, who was told back by his master, did not dispute any further whether he was exhausted. I was a little relieved to think it was the same as me.

"So, are you one of them? He seemed nauseous."

Rather, I seem to have changed my target because of the bad minutes. I mean, I knew you were watching...

I respond to Alan with a mindset.

"Same as Alan. Your body smells better than I expected."

"But why? You didn't even let him carry the body..."

And that's where Alan realizes.

"... right, the bodies of enemy soldiers?

I couldn't get back to you. If you admit that you are, because I thought you might not understand that if Uncle Vain is an injured Alan - all the more so when you remember Alan, who didn't break his grim look all the time in the game and talked about the remorse of losing his father and others.

Slightly, Alan looks up at the tree with a sigh.

"Well, no one would want to see a corpse. Seeing them left behind makes me wonder if this will happen to me one day. I don't like being exposed to such horrible things and decaying, the guy who thinks so will be among the soldiers"

Surprisingly, it was not a word to deny. I look seriously at Alan's face in surprise.

Could this be because Uncle Borderline didn't die? If he had not lost his friends and had not encountered the worry that even the castle would be ravaged, Alan might have been someone who could speak of an enemy who had died so calmly.

... a little bit, I felt like I was getting a new proof of my hard work.

"And then Reggie said she didn't want to kill you, even if you were an enemy."

To unexpected words, I round my eyes.

"What, Reggie...? Did I talk to you?

I get embarrassed and kind of hot in the face. I don't know why I told you that anymore. I wish you hadn't at least told me you were crying or something.

When it got hard on his face, he excused himself as Alan panicked.

"Oh, of course Reggie had an idea, because when you... refused to fight, it would be difficult for Reggie alone to oppose coercion, so he wanted me to give him a hand too..."

"Oh... oh"

I can only be convinced that they were rooting for me when I said I didn't want to kill people as a magician. Because I'm the one who did cause the trouble.

Then Alan stood up slowly.

Okay, I'll help you.

"Huh?"

"You're not done yet, you're burying enemy soldiers... you're not burying them, are you? What have you been up to?

"Yeah, mark it. Before everyone realizes it, I'm going to bury it at night. Master Horace taught me how to mediate magic about dirt, so I've had a lot of them exchanged."

What I showed you is a small one-cient copper coin, one large copper coin for ten pieces, the smallest coin equivalent to one small silver coin for a hundred pieces.

Like a crystalline mine, copper becomes a mediator of sorcery.

Then I wondered if I could use the copper coin, and I asked the merchant from town to exchange it to the limit. This won't be all of us, but I should be able to use magic to bury a large number of people.

"Then lend me a little. I have some too, but it's not that big."

"Yeah fine... really, are you going to help me?

When asked, Alan laughed.

"I don't even want to watch wild bodies rot.... if you die, you have no enemies or allies."

I breathe into Alan's words.

Besides, he continued.

"You decided to settle for not wanting to kill people, didn't you? If this is how you do it, I'll give you a hand."

I don't want to kill you. But in war, if you don't fight, they'll kill you.

After trying to make a fold in myself in that, I wanted to let just the dead sleep the same anyway. If he's dead, he's no longer an enemy. Then I thought I could treat you the same way.

So when Alan said, 'If you die, you have no enemies or allies,' I felt as if I had been represented how I felt, and I was surprised. And Alan figured out why I was so obsessed with burial.

...... happy.

Someone has the same idea. That makes me think I'll try harder.

"Reggie won't be able to stand out either, but he'll probably agree with you. It's just that the prince's generosity to his enemies would have to do with the morale of the soldiers, so I can't let him."

"I was wondering what I'd do with that, too. But I thought about excuses for once. Because bugs mediate the plague from corrupt things..."

"Oh, my God, you have that."

"Didn't you know?

With all that talk, I kept walking on the battlefield with Alan until I ran out of coins.

And night.

Not after everyone had fallen asleep, I executed the burial of an enemy soldier while the meal was done and I was relaxed and I was willing to bicker because I had no enemies.

I was acting there in the dark, and just this time Mr. Cain found me, and he followed me, too. And Alan told you, as did Reggie, who hid prominent silver hair in a hood.

In front of everyone watching, under the guidance of Master Horace, I manipulate the soil of a remote place.

Though dark and not well visible, the whereabouts of the copper coins were felt.

First, the body, which was near the light Mr. Cain holds, disappears so that it is sucked into the submerged ground, and soil is served on top. It became like a bumpy ground appeared on the meadow.

We continued to work in turn, but I think we all did the same thing. By the time I was done, I was just exhausted and sat on the spot.

"Good luck"

Reggie, who twisted me with a gentle voice, caresses my head lightly. Comfortable, I think I'm gonna close my eyes.

But don't sleep here.

Finally, I crush the sacrament of funerals. God, who preserves the sleep of all.

It's supposed to be a good chant for godfathers and priests to sing to you when they perform funerals, but it's a hiccup burial, so you can crush it.

Then Alan, who learned to learn the same at church school, Reggie, who seemed to know, matched me.

The next day, naturally, they noticed that the bodies of enemy soldiers were buried.

It's a late festival, so it's too late to complain, and no one will be able to tell you to dig it again.

But the soldiers' reaction was both positive and negative.

I was a little surprised because I thought more opposition might make up a lot of people.

Opponents also accepted with great admiration Reggie's announcement that he had adopted a policy of filling because of the harm and plague caused by the smell to the neighborhood.

Exactly, you thought it would be irresistible for the disease to spread by not burying it.

But Reggie's instructions led me to sift the power.

Reggie took refuge in me again, and I was a little hesitant.