Wortenia Senki (WN)

The chronology goes back far enough before Roberto and the others' room doors were knocked.

"Hey...... isn't it kind of strange out there?

"Come all the way down south... you little imitater. The nobleman who became a nobleman is good at small work. Hey, you go."

One of the first soldiers to notice the anomaly was one who was sleeping on the watchtower.

"Sure. There is something about these days. I have a bad feeling about this."

One of my colleagues stares at me as if trying to see the darkness.

Though one night of the moon is now hidden in the clouds, and the light shall not reach the earth.

Visually, I haven't captured anything yet. But the chills on my skin are a foretaste of something bad happening.

At least, humans who experience battlefield never make fun of these kinds of considerations.

An inquiry is an intuitive answer derived from human experience.

It's hard to explain to others as they fly through the process, but it's never an unfounded cliché.

"Night raid...... maybe. Somebody get me a captain."

When one of the soldiers nods small at the words, he rushes out toward the stuffing.

"Damn, it's so dark, you don't know anything."

"But... there's still something"

Over the walls there is a burning fire, but the extent to which its light illuminates is extremely limited.

Directly beneath the walls you can see some, but just a few meters away it's a dark realm.

Still feel signs of someone through the darkness.

And when the light of the blue and white moon illuminated the earth from among the clouds, the answer appeared before their eyes.

"What the hell. Enemy?"

One of the soldiers found something and pointed to a distant forest.

That's a black stain that you wouldn't know if you didn't really stare.

And that black stain takes shape little by little as we gather the sights of the soldiers together.

"No, you don't look like a soldier. Then it's not a night raid... but then the hell with that."

People, people, people, people. It's a crowd of people. The uncontrolled movement, which progresses in pieces without forming a line, is proof that they are not soldiers. From a distance. But that was obvious.

"But even if you're not a soldier, that's not all."

One of the soldiers shrugs with a distorted face.

A single line leading from the woods.

I don't know how many hundreds. A bunch of people in at least a few thousand units. No, if you do poorly, you might reach 10,000.

"That's an amazing number. The streets... what the hell is this?"

A sight as if to fill the streets leading to Ipilos. A soldier would have no choice but to terrorize the people who go down the streets in silence in pursuit of Ipilos.

Suddenly, one preaching came running through the dark night with his horseshoe ringing.

The soldier's gaze is poured into his figure, illuminated by a faint pine light.

And the decree shouted out in front of the castle gate.

"Open the door! Open the door! I am one who serves the Viscount Ellingland family. I have urgent news from my Lord to the Earl of Salzberg! Open the door!"

Hearing the cry, the soldiers looked at each other.

"The Viscount of Ellingland... it's one of the ten northern houses, right?

"Oh, now the next Viscount is boarding Ipilos."

"Urgent transmission from the Viscount's house... this guy is important"

Typically, city gates are closed with sunset and opened with sunrise.

In other words, it's basically impossible to get into the city at night. And this is a common sense rule that remains the same in every city on the Western continent.

However, exceptions also exist.

There are exceptions to emergencies such as when threats such as bandits and monsters strike the city.

But on the other hand, now Ypiros is crossing spears with the Baron of Godzilla's army.

When I think about those situations, I can't tell if I should be very open to them who are only one soldier.

The soldiers kept hearing the cry of the decree as they prayed that their bosses would show up as soon as possible.

"Almost there. Almost to Ipilos... I know it's hard, but good luck with that."

The man spoke to his daughter, who walked in tears on his side.

A baggage bag on his back is eating into his shoulder and his body, which he worked out in farming, is screaming in the last few days of escape.

Still, the man smiled his best.

"Yeah......"

When she nodded small at such a father's inquiry, the girl continued to move her bumpy, painful feet.

Even though she was young, she understood instinctively.

That there's nothing I can do where I just cried in this place.

Sure, there are people around. But we can't afford them to just help others.

You and your family only have to survive. Whether they cry or call, they just go bare without any interest. Just as they themselves have been watching others die by the time they get to this point.

In order to survive on this occasion now, we just have to go for Ipilos.

"It's okay. We'll figure it out if we get to Ipilos. If we go through these woods, we'll be right there. Just a little more patience."

Eventually, before the man through the woods, the fortified city rises in the dark night.

The man just repeated the same words as he pulled his daughter's hand. Knowing that it's just a break.