Wortenia Senki (WN)

"Hmm..."

A small grunt sounded louder in the room.

The central tower rises in the heart of Fort Notice.

One man lay on a bed in a bedroom set in the corner of that top floor staring at the universe.

How many times have I leaked a grunt similar to this sigh?

"Uhm..."

Moore hits the turnaround again.

Close your eyes and bury your face in the feather pillow, but return immediately to your back.

How long the hell have you been doing this...

The darkness that spreads outside the window tries to diminish its intensity slightly. Less than half an hour later, it would be time for the morning sun to show its face off the horizon.

(Sleeping... na)

The time I lay in bed should have been very much the same as usual.

In other words, Moore will be lying in bed sleepless for hours.

It feels like something is going through your body.

Really, unspeakable thoughts were shaking Moore's mind.

On the battlefield, sleeping when you can and switching from sleep to awakening. These two are the most important hearts and minds in protecting one's life.

People must always sleep.

But on the other hand, there was no way I could have gotten enough sleep on the battlefield that I didn't know when or when the enemy would attack me.

Therefore, it may be said that it is a natural habit for a warrior to rest his body when he can sleep, and to quickly clarify his consciousness when the enemy arrives.

But Moore couldn't sleep right now.

(Suppose you give up and wake up...)

I got up on the bed and rang the ringing bell I had on my pillow.

"Excuse me...... can I help you?

I order you to bring water to the guard and surname that you withheld during the next.

(Hmmm... yummy)

Moore's thirst is quenched as the water slips down Moore's throat as it passes from the drain to the bottom of the mouth where it pours into the glass.

Apparently more stuffy thoughts were eroding my body than I thought.

After a breath like that, Moore lay on the bed again.

Not to sleep this time.

(I don't know... what the hell is wrong with you?

I feel like Moore's inquiry as a samurai is sounding alarming.

Strongly, it would resemble the feeling you feel when you are attacked at night on the battlefield.

Like a bug crawling through my spine. An indescribable musty feeling.

But Moore is here. This is the country of the Altomere Empire. Moreover, in a fortress of iron walls protected by strong stone walls and thousands of soldiers, not a camp on the front line.

If this fort, built on the western edge of the Plains of Notice, were to be under enemy attack, it would most likely come from the eastern side, that is, the Kingdom of Zaluda, but that is, only when the Expeditionary Army led by Chardina, who is on the Zaluda expedition, was defeated.

But we still haven't received any reports of defeat under Moore.

Assuming the Expeditionary Army is defeated, it will be important for the survival of the Altomere Empire.

There's no way to tell me you'll ever get a report under Moore at any cost.

"I still care... no..."

That's what he said. Moore got out of bed when he shook his head small. And hold the big sword you love standing against the wall.

If you think rationally, Moore's heartbeat would just be a lost cause.

But an inquiry is an answer that comes out of a pile of facts and my own rules of thumb.

In the end, I end up wondering if I can believe in myself.

(I've survived because I've believed in my own account)

Steel fillet engraved with unique and intricate texts.

A prestigious sword engraved by the finest magicians in a piece that the finest blacksmiths can't forge.

I dived through a lot of battlefields with Moore.

A fierce glow lit his face, and the cold patterned feel in his hand quenched Moore's heart.

And the samurai's account was never wrong.

Right now, a bunch of hungry wolves were trying to rip their fangs off from behind him...

There were countless figures in the courtyard of the fort.

In front of them there is a long line of luggage cars parked in the courtyard of the fort.

The fact that he entered the castle very late at night and that he was leaving for Zaluda for the transport of supplies at any rate shortly after the next morning was left without being transported to the fort's warehouse.

Regardless, it was adjusted by Ryojin to reach Fort Notice in the middle of the night.

(Fool...)

I do think it's an efficient choice.

There will be no one who knows they will be transported out of the fort immediately and wants to move in and out of the loads late in the day.

But after all the hassle, Fort Nottis was to pay a great price.

If we checked the load of the wagon properly, we would have noticed that there was a significant difference between the documents submitted and the actual load...

To the sight in front of me, Ryo. True laughs with her lips lifted.

"Start."

Liang Zhen waves her hand forward.

Following that signal, the knights of Ernesgura, dressed in the armor of the Ortomean Empire, scattered all over the inside of the fort.

What they have in their hands is tons of oil.

No matter how robust the stone fortifications are, once the fire comes out of the interior, it is inevitable to extend the burning.

It's impossible to make everything from stone only.

"Come on, dance like this one thinks..."

A prayerful little whine leaks out of Ryo's true lips.

Early mornings, alongside late nights, are a convenient time for people's vigilance to drop and strike.

The soldiers of the guards who stayed up all night in alarm of the night raids fall from fatigue in attention and concentration.

No matter how stubborn Fort Notice boasts of his defense, it makes no sense if it is eaten from within.

Eventually, Fort Nottis, quietly awaiting the dawn, was slammed into a vortex of confusion.

"Fire! There's a fire!

"Turn it off! It's water, get the water!

At first, the small blurring gradually grows.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack on Zaluda's side!

"No. Calm down. Gather every unit and wait for your life!

"Stupid! You want to stay on fire and die! Get me some water, quick."

A burning fire stirs people's fears, and black smoke obstructs their vision.

The horror of the fire. Its essence makes no difference even if this would be a different world.

One anger after another from there.

The information is complex and no one can grasp the truth.

Everyone was talking about thoughts.

Then, the Ernesgoola knights dressed as Ortomere soldiers sprinkle one cod rumor after another, fuelling chaos in the chain of command.

"That's a good time...... Sarah, Laura. Lead five hundred each and focus on igniting the storeroom of supplies. The guard's eyes must be loose by now."

"" Yes ""

Burn first the barracks, surveillance towers, etc. built in the fort and set fire to the storeroom of supplies where the Ortomere side was confused.

That was the plan from the beginning.

"Look, there's plenty of oil and" Magusa "for sparks. Do as flashy as you want! Burn this fort round."

A small nod to Liang Zhen's words led Sarah and Laura to run out with their own soldiers.

There are no stray colors for the two of us who have grasped the structure of the fort beforehand.

"Now, is it time for me to move..."

Looking behind the running away Malfist sisters, Ryo Jin pulled the sword that was hanging on her hips out of her sheath.

"Let's go. Slash me from the ground up! I don't need a prisoner. Kill them all!"

"" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A roar rose from the knights of Ernesgoola who followed behind that cry.

"A fire?

A low voice popped into the room like a sound from the bottom of the ground hitting the side of his face.

The proximity continued to say words as he changed from sleeping to armor and was surprised at the appearance of Moore, who had already prepared himself for the battle.

"Ha! There's a fire coming out of every building in the fort, starting with the East Tower of the West Tower."

"What...?

Moore frowns at a nearby report shouting shortly after taking a rough breath.

"What do you mean? What were the guard soldiers doing?

"I don't know. In a matter of time… now each unit is diligently extinguishing fire… very hands…"

Moore silencing himself on the words nearby. His brain stacks the facts and goes and eventually derives one assumption.

And the discomfort I had felt since last night became a clear certainty in Moore.

Calm down, there were some unnatural things to think about.

(Shit... they're still Zaluda's... then the aim is my neck? No, it doesn't taste good. If they were after us, the Zaluda expedition would be frustrated. Worst of all, His Highness Chardina too......)

Indeed, extinguishing activities are of the highest priority,

But obviously, this fire was set up by someone.

It is never the end of a fire.

And the true aim...

"The fool! Do you have a guy who leaves his place?"

sharp tongue. Moore rushed out without even looking down.

(I can still figure it out... not yet...)

It should still be possible to calm the chaotic chain of command and overshadow the situation if Moore issues orders efficiently.

However, in order to do so, Moore himself needs to take command of the formation.

You have to show the soldiers who you are and inspire them.

"But... what the hell happened to this..."

The side chased Moore's back desperately as he rushed out of the bedroom.

This is followed by dozens or so of soldiers who were packing in the central tower as guards.

Moore rushes down the stairs in desperate shape.

The metal noise of the tall armor makes a wooden spirit in the fort.

But countless figures blocked in front of Moore, who tried to rush out the door to the courtyard to the first floor of the central tower.

"What are you guys! What the hell are you thinking about blocking Captain Moore's front!

It is not impossible that the proximity roughed up his voice.

It's about the earth and the world, which is highly divided.

There is no such thing as a person standing in front of Moore, a senior knight and entrusted with the defensive captain of Fort Notice, and blocking his way.

I'm not seriously going to blame you because the situation is the situation, but I could say that it's just a good sacrifice to show the restoration of order to the surroundings.

"Where are you from, sir? Name your name!

The people who were blocking the way to go. The wall splits left and right and one man moves forward.

While feeling a slight discomfort in its grand footsteps, his proximity raised his voice.

"Take the helmet! Show me your face!

Side approaching early enough toward the man without warning.

"Wait! Get away from him!

"What?"

Moore's screams wooden spirits inside the fort.

And something cold stabbed me in the belly near the side I turned around unexpectedly.

It leaves toward the outside, spinning the contents of the scattered belly.

"Ugh... Ugh... geboh"

Something dreary comes up from the back of my throat that tastes like iron.

It's a nostalgic flavor I've tasted many times on the battlefield.

"What... why..."

Near staring at the bloody dagger in the hand of the man in front of you.

Light is gradually lost from the eyes. He didn't know why he was murdered until the end.

"After all, that's what you said... you're Zaluda's man."

Soldiers, who held back behind Moore in the words, pulled out their swords simultaneously.

Moore's words brought them back to reality, confused by the unfolding in front of them.

"Let's hear your name..."

Bottom cold voice.

A sharpened intent to kill to the limit is released from Moore's body.

"Yeah, that would be good."

With that said, the man takes off the helmet he was wearing and exposes his face.

He looks like a nice guy.

It's not that it's unattractive, but it would be a split preference.

"I'll see you first. My name is Ryo Mitsuji, Lord of the Waltenia Peninsula of the Kingdom of Roselia. Here you go, darling."

A loud, unyielding grin as if it were the sun.

And carefully bow your head while keeping your enemies in front of you.

But the person's seemingly soft grin was horrible to Moore now.

I feel as if I've seen something in the shape of a person but not a person, something I don't know...