Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

It took us three days to reach the border with Delphion.

In front of you is the forest that is the frontier of the territory.

Other than enclosing loose hills, trees are depressed and lush on flat earth.

The enemy has already deployed its troops in these woods.

Originally, it would be a battle to step into the woods, but as a result of military discussions, a formation was to be laid near the woods.

Fighting in the woods will be difficult for the army to move, and just transmission will be a struggle.

At the time of the game, I wasn't aware that this battlefield was a forest, but if we were to actually fight, the terrain was very important.

Even the enemy wouldn't want to let go of a favorable situation. Reggie seems to be reading that she won't come out of the woods after just leaving it for a week or two.

Reggie made a plan for it and laid a formation where the forest could be seen.

As it were, he said he would wait for the enemy to attack him more.

That's why I put a formation so close to the woods. The enemy said, "I wish you could move a little bit more!" He wants to wait for it to rush.

This way, you can expect the enemy to come lure you into the woods.

So on a rotational basis, we were supposed to respond to the raiding forces.

Standing forward are Uncle Opera Marquis Azul and Count Wand Immortal Enistel.

"The teacher is a goat, be careful. I'm gonna eat anything, so I'm gonna stop right there."

"It would be a goat I have given away from where it was. The substitute that lived in the wild just happens to keep the knob on. Even if you stop sometimes, it's called naturally. I need you to let me go."

No, shouldn't I let you go free?

I wanted to put a scratch in it, but I'll be patient. I haven't seen you in a while, and I've never talked to these two people intimately.

In my mind, 'Even if I used a cane, I told you I was teaching you the sword. The settings are intact!' Or. I was impressed compared to my previous game knowledge.

This grandfather is so strong, isn't he? There was also a nice perk, because it was a goat, or even a cliff or a bad scaffold where the distance traveled didn't change very much. At any rate, it would have a low HP due to its age.

... I guess it's really okay to go out on the battlefield. I'm getting anxious.

"Doctor, you can't do that!

The operatic Marquis Azul, who says he's a sword apprentice, is putting a scratch on me. I'm sure he'll keep an eye out for Count Ennistel.

Well, it's about the enemy.

They want to pull the Falzian army into the woods. And you should want to make a game of wear and tear.

So they're going to invite you, but they're not going to make a night raid. If we were to move into the dark woods at night, it would be impossible unless we acted in a handful. Even enemies must have difficulty doing what they want to do in the woods, such as moving large armies from where they have been placed.

Even if you set it up in small numbers, the effect of attracting enemy troops is thin.

We may be able to defeat a large number of enemies at once, because if we retain this number here, we will not go out of our way to chase dozens of people fleeing into the woods unless we make them think the battle after this is also advantageous.

Therefore, the enemy's attacks were unanimous in the opinion of those who were the Lord in the military council when the sun came up.

... I'm not familiar with it. I was just listening to it.

I was waiting with Mr. Cain next to the Azure & Enister Army because I have a role to play as well.

There's only one magician named me, so you don't necessarily have to join the attack every time. But if I could, I wanted to digest this appointment early.

Even to shorten the duration of the battle.

"Uh, here's the first route Reggie gave me..."

Look at the brief diagram written on the paper and I confirm my plans for the first action.

After that, the task is to keep waiting even.

Nothing happened on the first day.

I even talked to my master about what I would do to be able to use a bigger move, and he extended the research results of my master.

"This body is convenient for talking. My throat doesn't even dry. I'm not even tired of my mouth! The best, Hitchhich."

In fact, as a listener, I sometimes return a nod, so much so that I feel better.

The second day came the first raid by the Delphion side.

Because it was before breakfast, the hungry Marquis Azul seemed kind of spicy.

But that was just how he led his army to the battlefield, and he gave the decree out loud, and then, unnecessarily, informed the rear Reggie and Alan's army of the raid.

The army of the Marquis of Azur acted firmly as if it had been stirred up and went towards the enemy.

The enemy side has pushed Baron Delphion's army forward, as expected.

The Delphion soldiers have weaved capes that look like they dyed blue urgently and black, representing a change of flag color.

They are responsible for dragging this one into the woods, but only wear out if they fail.

So I thought I'd been serving reluctantly, but Delphion's soldiers are gaining momentum.

Moreover, the army of the Marquis of Azur was shouting and overwhelming, although it was also feared that the soldiers on the Falzia side would fight around because the Luain soldiers were not opponents.

In the meantime, I give a bigger earthly shape (golem) than usual.

More than I thought, it seemed to involve a large amount of surrounding soil, leaving me with trees growing on my back and arms, but no problems. It will avoid arrows.

The size of the feet to be grounded was also increased.

Ride with Mr. Cain on the shoulder of a large earthly shaped (golem) that just crosses a forest tree and let him move on.

The route I'm taking is away from the Marquis of Azur.

Take a detour north through the forest at a rate too high to be thrown out in the up and down motion.

That's how we got off the battlefield, all at once to the west.

"The enemy is coming around!

"A giant of dirt, here comes the sorcerer!

A panicking enemy soldier turned right and left under the foot of the Earthly Shape (Golem).

Guys, formerly the Falgian people. But I can't do that because I wanted to help, more than I was sworn up.

While some will have missed the run, I will only look forward and focus on making sure the magic is uninterrupted.

I just let it go for a while, and now I'm going south through the woods.

From the Falzian army, it's shaped like it's crossing a forest.

The forest will only be able to take care of the earthly form (the Golem) as long as it moves forward.

Is it about the size of two carriages that can pass?

If you let them walk normally, they can only snap down trees so that they leave a footprint, so the earthly shape (golem) will go small and slight.

Because of that, I felt the distance was long.

I guess the enemies shooting arrows are getting used to aiming at this height.

Perhaps even among Delphion's soldiers, the bowman stood in his way, in order to fight in his favor using archers in the woods. He said he also raised the height of the earthly shape (golem), but only earned it for a short time until arrows arrived more than expected.

Sometimes I've been hit by a wooden fence and bounced back, often paid by Mr. Cain's sword.

"Mr. Chiara, can't you hurry?

I guess Mr. Cain was also driven by a sense of crisis.

"To make the path as planned, it is mulli to hurry any further.... Wow!

An arrow flew up next to his head.

By the time it reached this height, even the arrows said they were mostly losing momentum, but the arrows that nearly stabbed me flew further diagonally high before falling to the ground.

This is... frightening.

But it's the job Reggie gave me. We also know that if we don't get this done first, the plan won't work. Besides, you're never going to leave anything to me again, and I don't like that one any more.

I crossed three-quarters of the itinerary.

Almost there. It was when I thought so.

An arrow continued to fly. Like the arrow you were about to be shot at earlier, it's something with momentum.

Two were paid for by Mr. Cain.

One is hit by a groundhog (golem).

The fourth arrow slit his arm.

"No......!

I scream. However, we will not stop moving the earthly form (the Golem) forward.

"Mr. Chiara, how injured are you?

"I didn't stab you. More scratches than that, can you block it?

"It's tough until the shake subsides,"

Mr. Cain is also exhausted because he will be caught by the Earthlings (Golem) paying other arrows.

"Then, when I get back"

I am relieved to see that there is not so much bleeding.

... because if I get bloody, I won't be able to delude you.

The earthly shape (golem) also reached a point where it should be longitudinal. Soon they will be redirected in the direction of returning to their ranks and will make their way again.

Stinging and painful arms. But what bothers me is whether it's an injury that's going to be noticed or not.

I see the army of the Marquis of Azur. Looks like the enemy soldiers drove back safely.

By approaching your side, you will have fewer arrows to fly in and eventually you will cease to exist.

"Mr. Chiara, let's see the wound. Any pain?"

"It's not that bad, I think.... Sounds prominent?

"Some clothes are ripped apart, but it's not that big. Perhaps the wound is deeper. Blood is passing through my arm and it's falling off. But based on the extent of the pain, it won't be poisoned."

When Mr. Cain puts his sword in his sheath, he rolls up his sleeve, makes quick allowance, and wipes his blood.

"Do you hide in your cape?

"You'll be fine."

Having nodded at Mr. Cain's decision and returned to his original place, I descend to the ground and restore the earthly form (golem) to its original soil.

I then promptly returned to my tent.

I'm finally relieved to come to a place no one's eyes can see.

"It hurt..."

When I think this will make me feel safe and sore, I say it hurts over and over again. When I say it hurts for some reason, I feel the pain is better.

"So sick?

Asked by the master, who was lowering to his waist, he bursts the master into the blanket behind the tent with a bitter laugh.

"I think this would be a minor injury. But I want to make sure, so please make sure your master is there."

Even though he has become an outsider, it is a verbal discourse such as taking off his clothes in front of his master.

That's how I took off my jacket and checked the torn part. Mr. Cain is right. The damage to the clothes is not that great. Though the blood is hardening.

There is no damage to the cape. If I fix this, I'll be able to hide my injuries like nothing happened.

Well, I need to get dressed while I can and just wash the blood off my clothes.

When I thought so, someone called out to the tent.

"Mr. Chiara, is it okay to come in?

It's Mr. Cain.

But you shouldn't go in.

Because I, to see how my injuries and clothes are, I'm taking my jacket off, so it's just my skirt and my schmies!

"Um, wait a minute, please. Take off your jacket a little to see the scratches..."

"That would be more convenient."

What? Convenient?

Not long after I asked why, Mr. Cain came in dignified. I accidentally hug the clothes I had in my hand and hide the front of my body.

But shoulders and arms should be in Mr. Cain's eyes.

What a pair of underwear, Schmeez. Unlike me, who sees him like that and makes his gaze turn right and left, Mr. Cain calms down and takes the bandages and bottles of medicine out of the bags he brings.

"I just wrapped the cloth around you earlier. Let's treat it back beautifully. I've never been over it to heal faster."

On his knees beside me, unwrapping the cloth that was just wrapped, Mr. Cain wipes the blood trail that was left on his arm and applies the medicine, wrapping the bandage handily.

When this happens, I know it's more convenient to rewind than to wear clothes.

But I can't help but be ashamed. I turn down.

Then Mr. Cain laughs.

"... I'd like you to get used to it. I'm the only one who can help you, even if you're seriously injured, and if you want to hide it, I'm the only one who can treat you?

Mr. Cain is right.

If it's about arms, I still don't think I can do something about it myself, with an arrow stabbed in my shoulder or something.

"If anything happens again, thank you."

Convinced to ask me, Mr. Cain opens his eyes.

From there, it was between.

Mr. Cain, who put himself close to me, and the exhalation that touches his bumpy shoulders and the feeling that he touches them with his feathers.

Mr. Cain, who stood up, leaves with a chuckle and says, "I'll come back later".

"Hey, Chiara?

I was flabbergasted until I could speak to my master, who crawled out of the blanket on his own.