Wortenia Senki (WN)

Evening of December 22, 2813 Western Continental Calendar

Soldiers dressed in black-dyed armor helmets march south on the streets in a long line.

What follows is a bunch of wagons loaded with supplies just overflowing from the carriage.

Proceeding against the backdrop of a bright red sunset that plunged from far between the mountains, they made him imagine as if he were a herd of blood-soaked demons.

"Hey! So where the hell are the nobleman soldiers?

A middle-aged man who was making acres in a field along the street called out to his wife, who had a whip in his hand, when he took his hand off the plow.

It is quite a heavy labor to fix the "Plow" that I let the horse pull, and I wanted to take a breath would be why I talked to my wife.

The man turned his gaze to the street again as he rubbed his numbing palms together.

There is an unspeakable flame of disgust swirling in its eyes.

(Open or twilight, war... war... war. No matter what the nobles do, it's none of our business.)

A life that made me suffer every day came to a man's mind like that.

For very ordinary peasants, I don't care who pays the taxes.

In the end, we just need to guarantee ourselves a safe and stable life.

Now this kingdom of Zaluda has been attacked by the Ortomean Empire and is in danger of exile.

Fortunately, the northeast of the kingdom of Zaluda was still spared the scourge of war, but all the firepowder of war springs to this land.

Moreover, although the Northeast has escaped the direct scourge of war, it is not without impact.

Domestic prices had continued to rise sharply over the past year, imposing a considerable amount of extraordinary taxation over lords in the name of wartime.

Life just gets tough.

(Well, still I'm better...)

The man's house has its own land.

Only the lord can pay the taxes.

Compared to that, the people who rent the land from the landlord and farm it have to pay the landlord a royalty for the land apart from taxes on the landlord.

On the back of a man's brain comes the face of a man living in a neighborhood who sold his only daughter off to a slave trader to pay taxes the other day.

(That kid should still need eight or there...... damn)

She's a pretty chestnut-haired girl with attractive clear blue eyes.

My parents were so cute that it didn't hurt to put them in my eyes.

As usual, she would never have been sold to a slave trader.

(Totally, I say get it over with. We don't have anything to do with this anyway.

You just have to perish if you want to.

Because I will resist at all times, and the cost of war will swell, and that servitude will be pressed against them.

Most importantly, he doesn't think that logically.

He simply doesn't like taxes that oppress his daily life.

"Oh? What are you skipping? I'll finish with Sassa because it's good!

Because her husband's hand was away from Plow, his wife vandalized her voice when she noticed that the acre Uru had begun to snake, stopping her from whipping two horses.

I'm a woman who feels pretty keen.

I guess it's the kind of guy who lays his husband on his ass.

But with that said, you cared about her husband's gaze, and she turns her face to the street, too.

"What a disgusting soldier..."

Black, black, black.

From a distance, it looks black from the heavenly edge of my head to my toes.

"Oh, you know what soldier you are?

"I've never seen them before."

"Oh, so am I. You're not a nobleman around here."

The man muttered as he returned his gaze to the street as he nodded silently to his wife, who replied with trembling.

It's also unusual for an army to be so distinctive and impressive.

There never seem to be many, but still few aristocrats hang gold and make everyone wear armor helmets dyed in the same color.

That should be limited to Kingsguards, SS Knights and other grand aristocrats whose loyalty and strength have failed even in the Knights of the Kingdom.

"And that flag..."

"Is that a snake? You have red eyes and you don't feel well."

A black-dyed flag in the wind.

Sewn there was a golden double-headed snake tangled in a sword.

Pretty unique design.

So much so that once you see it, you'll never forget it.

"You... shouldn't we talk to the village chief and contact your lord?

My wife's eyes, staring at my husband, shake anxiously.

"Village chief..."

I did make sense of my wife's words.

Even though we are still spared the direct scourge of war, this Zaluda is in the middle of a war right now.

Leaving unaccounted for armies marching in the country is too dangerous.

"That's what if our village was also plundered..."

The man breathes unexpectedly in the words of his wife, who gives a frightened look.

Because it's a word I tried not to think about.

Fire unleashed.

A village full of black smoke.

A river of red blood flowing from the villagers who fall and lie on the ground.

And a woman and a child connected to a collar as slaves.

(Damn! The battlefield would be more west though! You're supposed to be here... No, but no, really?

There are several families in the village who have fled the fighting, relying on relatives to influx them.

I heard from them that the battlefield should have been closer to the border of Ortomere in the southwest.

Rumor has it that he's been at a disadvantage lately, but all of a sudden he can't be represented on a northeastern street like this.

But the sight in front of me is not a dream or an illusion.

"Hey, I'm going back to the village to let you know."

Holding his trembling wife's hand, the man walked out south as he threw out his farm tools and horses.

When you give in as if to hide yourself from the soldiers taking the streets as much as possible, you push through the fields.

I broke down the acre I had made since this morning, but I couldn't afford to worry about it.

The most likely way to help is for the two of us to stay here and hide somewhere, but they live in a small village a little off the street.

All villagers can say family.

The man speeds his feet toward the village as he pulls the hand of his chasing wife.

Because I couldn't abandon my family...

"Dear Liang Zhen... the peasants"

Laura pulled over and pointed to the corner of the farmland that stretched out on both sides of the street.

Certainly at the tip of pointing fingers, the black shadow steps on and roughs the farmland so that he succumbs.

(Oh, oh, so rough on the field. Totally, I'd say we're on the side of good intentions...)

Liang Zhen takes a deep sigh as he sees the sight repeated several times since leaving Ipilos.

"Oh, don't be so bad... that's why you can't be misunderstood as an enemy."

Though peasants, it would be a fine threat if you hit Suki and Kuwa in the hand.

If you are badly ambushed, there will be less damage, even if you will not lose.

Besides, despite the number of attacks, it makes no sense to come all the way here to hurt the people of the country who went to reinforcements.

Because I have been rocked by horses for a long time, my butt is rubbed and my pain runs from time to time, but that is such a headache problem that I no longer care.

I'm not asking you to raise the village and welcome yourself, but I honestly want you to think a little more of a response.

At the very least, it would be nice if the advance troops made it and ran the news ahead of time, but the peasants would run away with us as the soldiers approached themselves.

Plus, if you split up too many troops, they could destroy each one.

Sure, northeast Zaluda should be relatively safe, but you don't know what's going to happen on the battlefield.

A few days ago and more, he threatened to open the end of the war with the Lord's gathered mixed armies.

They seem to have mistaken Ryo Jin-da for a looting unit of an enemy country.

Fortunately, the misunderstanding was solved before the spear was exchanged, so I gained nothing, but honestly, I don't care.

"How many days later?

"You just said you have ten days left in the distance......"

Days to Peripheria, the king's capital of the kingdom of Zaluda.

The map borrowed from Elena is quite accurate because it is for military use.

Regardless, there are no artificial satellites, so it is only a story at this level of the world, but there is an extraordinary difference compared to what is used in the private sector.

Laura's face clouds as she cleverly widened the map as the horse rocked her.

"Proceeding from here to the king's capital, the small territory of the weak aristocracy becomes intricate."

"You mean some of them are missing..."

To Laura's answer, Liang Zhen glanced at her face.

In a recent case, I have asked for an order from the Kingdom of Roselia that it is reinforcements, but it seems that there is also a lack of manpower to say during the war, and some nobles have not communicated information.

And that trend is as strong as the small aristocrats.

Some aristocrats make their territory a countryside off the streets.

I left the castle fort city of Ipilos for five days.

It will be a calculation that has already advanced nearly two hundred kilometres.

Strong force, more than forty kilometers a day.

Speed it up to just over four kilometers an hour.

To an infantry unit lined up, a Heavy "Shisha" unit carrying food supplies.

Pretty fast as marching speed.

Even though he was so forced to go to the Kingdom of Zaluda for reinforcements, he was misidentified as an enemy by a miscommunication and lost no former or child.

"I have no choice... let them chase me on horseback. Look, don't ever hurt me, okay?

You can't come all this way and cause weird trouble.

He followed a shadow of several horseback riders who received Liang Zhen's life and were guarding him around.

(I guess I should have gone with Elena, even if it took some time...)

She keeps the advance troops dispatched by the Kingdom of Zaluda from getting ahead of the villages and towns to avoid any confusion.

Now, if Liang Zhen had given his name to the nations, he would have responded differently, but if a group of black dyes with family crests known only to a limited number of humans in the Kingdom of Roselia had marched through the territory, it might be impossible for the unannounced Zaluda nobles to mistake Liang Zhenda for their enemies.

Only one letter was given by Lupis for identification.

Hitters are limited.

(Absolutely, I'll be considerate ahead...)

Ryo Jin sighed loudly again.