Wortenia Senki (WN)

The next morning, when the sky began to take on oranges, Elena was staring at the Ortomean army camping far from the top of the gills set on the walls.

A cold breeze blowing down the mountain drove Elena's hair.

(The formation moves more intensely than usual... you can see it coming tomorrow to put Keri on all at once. Looks like they're in a lot of a hurry)

The warlord's sense of smell, which had lived on the battlefield for many years, divided the subtle air differences.

Physical enhancement by martial arts clearly reflects enemy formations several kilometers away with more than normal vision.

(You're finally here...)

Elena squeaks in her heart, staring at the white smoke that rises countless times.

There are limited possibilities for smoke to rise on the battlefield.

Probably from time to time, breakfast will be ready.

"Good morning, Master Elena. Looks like the enemy is finally going to set up a desertion battle..."

After the bell-ringing beauty was hung from behind Elena, Ecclesia shows up on top of the Guardians' Knights.

Glossy dark hair carefully combed in spite of the early morning.

Did you even use fragrance oil or the slight scent tickles your nose.

Its elegant standing and dancing feels no doubt when it is said to be the lady in the deep window of a well-known aristocrat of origins. But it's not the silk dress that wraps that, it's the boneless steel armor.

I see countless fine scars on that surface.

Evidence that Ecclesia is not just a doll.

"Good morning, Ecclesia... apparently so"

Elena keeps staring at the smoke that rises without looking back.

"By and large, it's unfolding exactly as your child expected."

Shoulder to shoulder next to Elena, Ecclesia glanced forward with her hands behind her back.

"Sounds like you're going to have a good breakfast and a tummy tummy... probably they won't pull it off at sundown"

Once the battle begins, unlike the Elenas with their defensive equipment called forts, the Ortomeans on the side of the siege don't have time to eat until they pull soldiers.

Regardless, it is not that there is no portable preserved food, but nuts, dried fruits, etc. are the mountains of Sekiyama when it comes to what can be put in your mouth without cooking.

It would be better than nothing to say, but I can't say very much about the vitality to the war.

Besides, the Ushas basin has a climate characteristic of the highlands and temperatures are low.

I really needed to fill my belly firmly in the morning when the war didn't start.

The commander's thoughts are reflected in smoke rising more than usual.

"I see... is it a night fight"

Ecclesia hoisted her shapely lips in Elena's words and laughed.

It takes a lot of preparation to have a night fight.

It is only natural for a commander to want to strike the best he can before the battle begins.

But no matter how ambitious the preparation is, it doesn't make sense if it gets lost on the other side.

If you can see the movement of the opponent, you can take any number of measures.

"To be exact, you're going to keep attacking this one all night. Given their strength, do not rest the hand of the attack by dividing it into three or four units..."

"You're going to cut our morale and strength."

Ecclesia nodded with her finger on her chin.

Cooking smoke brings a lot of information to the viewer.

Beginning with the military's food situation, everything from the morale of the soldiers to the thoughts of the enemy commanders...

Most of all, there are a handful of people who can read that information from just smoke standing up.

It can be read or not, but it can also be said to be the difference between a general and any other soldier.

"Then how do you deal with this one?

It took the form of a question, but Ecclesia's words contained strong certainty.

Hitters have already been decided under these circumstances.

Elena laughed bitterly when she saw Ecclesia's eyes shining like diamonds.

It's like a child whose mother commands you to wait with the sweets in front of you.

"Hey, don't you think it's time you got tired of fighting caged in a fort?

"Yeah, I'll be honest, you don't like love or war passively, do you?"

Ecclesia answered Elena's words with her shoulders flashed.

The true price of Ecclesia, with its storm alias, is an invasion strategy.

Electric ambushes using overwhelming mobility are the biggest weapons Ecclesia Marielle has.

"Then it's not just the right opportunity... right?

It's a conversation between the same generals.

Elena's words were mysterious, but Ecclesia read their intentions precisely.

This time, some reinforcements led by Ecclesia are mixed with her immediate troops.

Until now, they have not benefited from the opportunity to be active in the defensive battle, but once they turn to the offense, they will strip out their fearsome fangs to dissipate their previous grievances and cleave the soldiers of Ortomere relentlessly.

"Yeah, really... Then I'll be sweet to Lord Elena's words and it's been a long time since I've been rambling you. Thank you. I don't like defense."

Elena shook her head at the words of Ecclesia, who called herself bad at passivity.

Spending the past few months together, Elena fully acknowledges the strength she has.

And the same thing could be said from Ecclesia.

"Oh, and I'll keep Grahardt in touch here..."

"Are you going to make it in time now?

Elena laughed bitterly at Ecclesia's words that shook her neck.

"It's okay. He's also a finger wrapper in this country. I think it'll fit you well, don't you?

Hiding in the shadow of General Berhares, known as the famous general, the surrounding appreciation is not one thing, but Elena highly values Grahardt's strength and loyalty to the Zaluda royal family.

A man of low loyalty, even if he has strength. A person who is incompetent, even with loyalty.

With so many humans, Grahardt was both a rarity to hold to a high standard.

It is also clear from the fact that the command of the fortifications dotted in the mountains is entrusted to Grahardt.

"Okay. I'll leave you to Elena… Now excuse me"

Ecclesia, who perceived the matter, returns her heels when she gracefully salutes Elena.

There was a fierce and meaningful grin on its face.

It's like a female wolf who finds her prey and triumphs over her tongue...

"Hey, hurry up! The captain's gonna mess with me!

"It's true, right? It doesn't have to be. I can't wait to get beat up from the morning. Ooh... I can't wait. Totally..."

One dissatisfaction after another leaks from the mouths of the soldiers who made the line in front of the great pot.

Originally, mealtime equals war.

There's a ton of soup in a big pot set up here and there that's raising the guts and the hot air, but it's a critical line to see if all the soldiers will be full.

If I had brought it, I would just soak the juice without utensils in the worst case scenario.

For junior soldiers, who are often also on the front lines on the battlefield, the quantity and quality of meals is an important part of life directly linked.

Besides, I get up faster today than I normally do with orders from above.

It was also natural for the soldiers to be irritated.

"You're a mess. If you have any complaints, tell your superiors!

When one of the well-fitted cooking numbers taps the edge of an iron pot with his balls, he stares around with angry caged eyes.

White shirt on white front. I dress very normally around here as a cook, but the chest plate is thick and my arms are as thick as a whole.

Perhaps you've actually fought on the battlefield.

The temper and power silence the rough people around them.

"Absolutely, I don't mind the convenience of this one. This is what gives me unscrupulous orders... Look, next! Why don't you just do it! I'll kick your ass if you're stumbling around!

Groaning a small dissatisfaction with the superior officer in his mouth so that he could not hear his surroundings, he yelled at the soldier, who was about to complain with more attention and eyes.

The distribution of meals is the most attentive part of the battlefield.

A soldier bites without hesitation if he feels any difference from his surroundings.

No, if you show any gaps, you're the only one who's threatening me with special treatment.

Cooking numbers don't work like losing it. It's just enough to be feared.

"Not at all... he always complains about Gucci... that's why he can't come out..."

When the cooking number threw up small, he looked out of the formation with a suspicious frown.

The feeling of the earth trembling in small pieces is conveyed behind the feet.

It's just a small discomfort at first, but the vibrations coming from the soles of my feet get clearer and clearer.

(Groaning...?

The soldiers around you must have noticed as well.

Everyone stops eating and looks around.

"Earthquake...... no, no. That sounds like a horseshoe!

"Enemy attack! Here comes the enemy!

"What was the scourge doing!

"What brings you here? If you care about rice!

The scream of a well-groomed soldier from all over the formation woods the spirit.

And the next moment, countless arrows poured down from the sky like rain