Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

The Luein army defeated them.

Sometimes a sorcerer named me was in Evrar, and the wary Ruein side seemed to have placed nearly 20,000 soldiers, but a quarter of them were buried under the earth by me, and yet another quarter were defeated by the Evrar soldiers.

Even as a Luein army, I expected my abilities to be the same as they were when Evrard, and I seemed to plan to wait for the limit to come and make a total offense. That's why they kept half of them warm in the fort... but it seems to be my fault for one thing that didn't work out.

Rather, if they ignored me from the start and made a total offense, it would have been a great deal of damage on the part of the allies, said Edam, who seemed to be a gentleman even when he was putting his uniform together on the battlefield, which was a passing story.

At that time, I was covered in a cape from my head by Reggie, so I was thought to have been injured somewhere.

The only injury was the one I put on myself.

More than that, Reggie seemed to see it as a problem that she had a crying face. He left the scene to take command, wearing his cape.

But what's wrong with me?

It feels painful and painful to participate in the war too much this time because you were crying greatly. Have I gotten used to it? Though I can't help but feel guilty when I think about it.

Besides, if I had stayed crying where so many people were, I would have thought I was ashamed of myself and hid it, but I couldn't help it. On the battlefield, how could it be because they put each other in an extreme state?

In the meantime, Fort Cronfard recaptured it.

And the function as a fort was diminished. Because I broke the wall.

If I hadn't cleaned up the dead in the fort to give it to you, I'd have been in a bit of a... state to keep the prisoners in or take a break.

So now instead of using blood, I decide to put in a break once and then help clean it. For what I've broken, cleaning manpower or trying to put the walls back together is not something I've figured out how many months it will take.

Master Horace asked me how tired I was and the state of magic in me, but I'm not feeling any worse than I thought.

So he raised his hand to the site restoration and repair, and raised his hand to all the soldiers.

The trouble is that sand and dirt are hard to move to do it in the earthly form (golem). Because it spills from the hands of the earthly shapes (golems).

"Don't you have to be human?

"So is that, but can't you imagine something moving..."

Though Master Horace offered me such a suggestion, I worry.

When I think it's cleaning, I'd rather have a giant one. But there are people beneath this earth who I thought I'd killed. I don't want to expose you to too much death, and I don't want to be a violent imitation of sweeping it out.

Here's the thing, I hope the soil moves for me to be transported with a belt conveyor. But if you move all the dirt, that's just what I'm going to do soon...

"Ah."

Come to think of it, for now, I'm going to use copper ore to create a so-called bulldozer, with a low back length and four things like a wheel instead of a foot underneath, with arms on the front and a wide shovel section on the side.

The shovel part, of course, was put on the soil so that it could slide underneath and in a shape that could be carried.

"What the hell?

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When I saw what I could do, Master Horace raised his voice softly and Mr. Cain was circling his eyes.

No one has ever seen a bulldozer in this world.

I won't let it make any engine noise, but the wheels hardened by magic started to move. Keep trying to save the sand in front of you, lift it up so you don't drop it and move a little further away from the fort.

I had never driven a car, so I needed this one to move it a bit, but I'm going to remove both the earthly wreckage that crept at many times the speed of a person's hand, as well as the walls of the sanded fort.

After about an hour I finally managed to form a wall of impromptu where I drilled a hole. As for the height, you should have about three mels. Because it's a rush field.

And the piled soil created and filled deep holes beneath it, and made a soil fence so that no one would tread... because this is a cemetery.

After a job, he takes me to a place where Mr. Cain can rest and breathe deeply.

We need to see if there are any enemy soldiers in the fort yet, check the condition, etc. so we don't blade in, it's by the slightly larger river beside the fort.

Instead, I guess I built a fort because of that. Even if drinking water is drawn out of the well just to be careful, it would be inconvenient not to hire a servant in a fort to cover domestic water alone.

It's upstream that I was inducted.

It's quiet without the soldiers. So I wash my hands first.

Then I take off Reggie's cape, which I've always worn. Folding and laying aside, I tied my hair with my right hand, kneeling on the shore and sticking my face into the river.

I was still swollen because of crying. It feels good around my eyes.

"Hey, don't drink, Mr. Chiara."

Mr. Cain told me like I panicked. No, I just don't drink river water. Even the original world hygiene concept is boring to drink the river's water straight.

"It's okay. But once in a while, don't you feel like plunging your face into the water?

It was refreshing thanks to you.

I could wash my hands dirty with blood and dirt, and I feel better.

That's how he took a breather, and he finished checking the inside of the fort. When Reggie and the others, who were on their way to destroy the fleeing enemy, returned, I was guided inside too.

Inside the fort was a residential area for nobles and generals in the main tower.

Stone buildings are not very suitable for residential use. The window is small because it is mainly made to protect, and it is as dim as it was at sunset even in the middle of the day. Still, it's summer, so some of the main towers of cold stone are fine.

When the sun goes down, it's cool enough to feel a little chilly.

But these days, when I set foot in the authentic summer, it's warm there during the day.

After a meal I only got a little hot water, I plucked it with a wet cloth to get rid of dust and sweat neatly.

I met Reggie, whose hair was wet, near it after she went to return the small water jar she had put in the hot water to the place where it was to be cooked.

"Oh, I was dyeing it. I dropped it."

Even the dark lights in the candlestick in the hallway show me back to silver hair as usual. Because I always glitter the way I do.

"Because I've always wondered. I don't know when I'm going to be able to do this, so I thought to myself right now."

Sure, we can afford to go into the fort today, but in the future the towns ahead of us have to think that there are basically Luain soldiers.

It will be after the battle to stop by, and if there is a battle or something like that in downtown, I can't even say something long about the town's restoration.

Even Nojuku will end up putting up with it because if I try my best to prepare a bath or so, but it could be raided where I am distracted.

As a result, it becomes the mountain of Sekiyama to take turns taking a bath time.

The powder doesn't fall off as much as it was watered down, so if he did poorly, Reggie could have stayed blonde as far as Baron Cassia's castle.

Somehow, back near the room with Reggie wiping her hair, I look back into the bumpy footsteps from behind.

It was you, Reggie's squire with the deer hair, who let me run out of breath.

"Your Highness, if you'll excuse me..."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about it. You'll have other things to look after me, too. I joined an unfamiliar march. It's often the first place you don't get around well."

Reggie's words of comfort bring tears twitching into your eyes, samurai.

Really? He's new to military action, too, and in doing so, he must have gotten himself into some trouble trying to take this into account around Reggie.

"But at least I'm the one who dries my hair..."

What you have, Samurai, is a bunch of warm, dry cloth. I said I had to do something, and I guess I ran.

It seemed kind of really hard, so I stuck my mouth out.

"If you like, I'll take your place? It's hard to dry your hair by yourself."

I have long hair but I also know the hard work for it. Even if it's shorter than me even close to the waist, even Reggie should take longer to dry.

"Yeah, but I can't let you be Master Chiara..."

It was a reluctant samurai, but the word stops when Reggie takes up the cloth.

"I think I'll get Chiara to help me out, if that's okay. I just had the water changed, and you can rest now. You're not working out like us, and you should be ready for tomorrow."

"Uh, that."

Surprised Face Samurai Put you down and walk away with Reggie saying "Good night then".

Take my hand.

Uh, uh. I wonder why I needed to pull my hand if I could call you to follow me.

Even though I don't know why, Samurai, I'll smile and wave so you can rest in peace. Samurai, I'm sorry. Though you did, you gave me a peppery, slightly embarrassing look.

That's how I got to Reggie's room, and one of Reggie's knights, Mr. Felix with sandy hair, stood.

I look at this one and feel very pleasant and refreshed.

... I wonder if it's bad to be holding hands. I guess so. But in public, I feel rude waving the prince's hand off.

While I'm thinking of it as a decoy, Mr. Felix opens the door and walks into the room with Reggie.

Besides, Mr. Felix, for some reason I closed the door without going inside with you.

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Reggie did come into my room the other day and shut the door. I wonder if this is how I've been treated around Reggie already?

Well, I thought I was going to work like a samurai this time, and I decided not to say anything.

It must have been the room used by the fort general inside, some sofa sets while simplified.

Anyway, Reggie's hair. Just because it's a warm season, I don't want to be left alone and catch a cold.

"Sit down, sit down"

Let Reggie sit on the couch, standing behind her back and moisturizing Reggie's hair with a dry cloth.

Thanks to the dryness of the air in summer, it also dries quickly. I finished my back hair more or less, so now I turned to the front.

And it's kind of hard to do because Reggie stares at me.

I accidentally and abusively put a cloth over Reggie's head. But then I could hide Reggie's gaze, so I get on my mid back and keep working.

I want to finish something soon. But I can't dry the prince's hair, and I can't do anything messy like dry the dog's hair.

And I can't keep it on forever. Reggie was closing my eyes when I removed the cloth to wipe my transverse hair. Relax, I concentrate on finishing the work.

And at the point where it was almost over, there was something that touched my ears.

"Hiccup."

I was surprised at the tickle and tried to fly, but the hand that was touching my ear was grabbing my shoulder, and it takes strength to be pulled back.

Thanks to this, I fall toward Reggie.

I tried to plump it with my legs, but Reggie hugged me so I could attract her.

Warm cheeks, shoulders, arms around your back to support you. It's hot weather but the air in the fort at night was cold and I guess that made my shoulders and arms cold too at some point.

The plush is cozy...... It's hard to escape because Reggie used to cuddling me a few times.

But you shouldn't be in this position, even though there's no reason for urgency.

In an attempt to support himself, he tries to wake up by focusing on the right knee he was putting on the couch.

But to stop my movement, Reggie comes into the arms that she spins on her back.

Why do you not want to let go?

"Um, Reggie? I'm sorry, it's a mess, I fell down."

So I'm glad you took it, but it's not good if it stays this way. What am I going to do, Reggie's hand slaps him gently on the back somehow.

"Chiara would be tired today, too, wouldn't she?

"Uh, yeah..."

I was confused as I answered. I don't know, it's warm, and I get slapped on the back... it's like I'm being put to sleep.

I felt like I was losing my strength from my body by accident. This way, it makes me feel like I want to fall asleep round the futon.

That's what happened with the yawn, Reggie said.

"I'll decide tomorrow, but I'll probably stay at the fort for a few days, so I'm gonna take my day off."

That's how Reggie frees me from my arms.

Confused by the feeling of remorse, I get up thinking that it would be annoying to remain attached.

Reggie, whose hair was completely dry, also stood off the couch.

That's how Reggie sent me to my room, but when I was completely sleepy, I just greeted the master I had placed on the desk in the room and dived right into the bedroom.

The next day, my skirt was wrinkled because I fell asleep with my dress on.