Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

Roerbinaf's capital is a hilltop city. A fort is built at the top of the hill, lined with houses and fields on the slopes.

In order to secure the supply line, Arksbaona cannot ignore this. It is also hesitant to raze Roerbinaf territory, albeit a battlefield, for the convenience of its own territory being withered.

Because the coalition side also takes the form of sending reinforcements to Roerbinaf, it cannot even adopt a choice to end the battle by changing the battlefield to scorched earth, as the "Hero of the Dawn" Lyke once did.

The battle on the Roerbinaf stage has prolonged as a result of the intertwining of the circumstances of the two factions.

"I'm bored."

Even in Arclair, where magic exists, high and low differences on the battlefield greatly affect advantages and disadvantages.

Even though 'wind' magic can fly, even though 'earth' magic can put up physical barriers, wizards' sophistication is not uniform. If there is a great opening in the power of individual soldiers, it is imperative that the more the number increases, the harder it becomes to grasp. The ideal required of a soldier is that everyone has the same value as a soldier, even if their power can be quantified.

Even if the ability to specialize in each role varies, at least those in the same role shall maintain the same quality.

But the wizard doesn't either. The part that depends on talent is too big.

It doesn't have to be a labyrinth offense that comes with a lot of people, and whatever the team plays, they're not up for war.

Wizards should count as a weapon, not a soldier, and operating so would increase both achievement and survival. But now, the commander of Arksbaona was moving his men's wizards as soldiers.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Are you bored and willing to kill me?

Now.

The fort was occupied by the Daltra side.

Sounds good when it comes to bravery and courage, but following the foolish orders of incompetent commanders, poor soldiers sprinkle their lives one after another. Crushed by shells fired from cannons, or directly hit by colorful magic.

That's right. The enemy can attack this one from a place with a good view and from a place that is less likely to be fought back.

"What a war, I mean, there's more to it than that."

It is one young man. I have silver hair combed up behind me and nothing blocks my eyes of the same color. The young man's eyes seemed bored and distorted as the smoke showers, magical storms poured down.

Although he was in a magical world, his appearance on the battlefield was unusual.

The enemy, the Daltra side, aside, even the Friends of Arksbaona look at the anomaly.

All of the attacks that conceived the signs of death have not hit him just one.

It's not like auspicious luck.

It's as if the side of the offense avoids him (,,,,,,,,,) going through (,,,,,,,).

If it's magic, it's crowned magic manipulation technology.

Anyway, no one in the beholder has even grasped the attributes.

The young man walks carelessly with his hands in his coat sac (pocket).

"Oi, you guys tell me something funny"

The young man was able to follow three beautiful women behind his back.

Three beauties each closing their eyes, mouths and ears with cloth decorations.

In it, a brunette girl with a cloth covering her mouth responds.

I tend to have sauce eyes, and I'm a daughter who looks confused.

She is disturbing the walls with 'dirt' attribute magic all over there. Thanks to this, the soldiers are gradually able to move forward.

"Mmm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm."

That's funny.

The look on the youth's face is as boring as before, while telling them to block it.

"I say it's boring, but if you're so bored by then, can you help me out here a little bit?

Says the girl who hid her eyes with metal appliances.

Golden long hair. Both left and right, with horizontal hair tied. Exposed licences are bitterly distorted.

She had a bow and arrow of light. The arrow flies with magic, not rebellion. The movement of the arrow is to define the focus and aim.

Every time a girl releases an arrow, the gun gate explodes.

"You've hit me. You've finally hit me."

Leaking the aberration, the line proceeds.

"... sorry Master Stema. I shook my head and thought about it... but I can't prepare an interesting story... sorry I'm bored"

Dropping shoulders and depressing are girls wearing earmuffs. Crushed eyes and snow and white hair. He has the youngest appearance of the three, and his personality seems appropriate.

She's picking up the sound around her with an application of 'wind' magic. By doing so, we know as soon as possible how our enemies are coming out and what's going on with our allies, and communicate it to those who need it.

"Don't worry about it. It's leisurely bullshit."

The youth and the three men under their command are not under the command of the commander.

What an irony that the uncontrolled four would make the situation better.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm"

"Right. We cannot afford to be exposed to the inability of the side that offered the truce to prepare a place to welcome the coalition. We have to get them back before they respond."

"Daltra is highly skilled and morale in soldiers, isn't he? A lot of people seem to be in the military because they can't eat up when we're there, but they seem to recognize you because you're loose or because you're proud of your job."

Listening behind the conversation between the three, the youth proceeds.

"... I'm bored. I didn't come to the battlefield to do this."

The youth did not have loyalty to the emperor or anything else in common.

He just happens to be reincarnated on the Arksbaona side and belongs because he means he's indispensable to the enemy.

Even so, there is more to this than falling short of expectations.

My heart won't be filled, trying to stop the flying mutineers if I blow them.

What I want is a moment adjacent to death. Heat your soul, take your life away.

In such a boring battlefield, boredom is more poisonous to itself than enemy arrows.

"We're almost done."

"Yeah, let's put the curtain down in the form of your retreat."

Momentary, skin-searing killer.

From far overhead comes the rain of shadows and blades. But it's even the shadows that can be captured with your eyes.

I didn't see that attack (,,,,,).

Grasp the attack by magic sensing, not vision. The reaction is delayed for a moment.

"Chip."

The invisible blade came off. Again this time, avoid youth.

But at the same time, the magical remnants of the youth will appear in the eyes of the enemy.

"... a war fairy"

Blunt hair divided into two parts and curled in a spiral. Eyes of the same color are crushed like children, and I get the impression that they look equally petty. With a child-face, toddler shape as well. Pure white costume with a twinkle. Little crown on top of my head a little bit. A pearl-like decoration found in crowns, hair and ears. He is wearing thick bottom shoes to deceive his height. All of the costumes are unified in white, but there is a blue line running on the ribbon that ties the chest to the hair.

Some qualified people - most of them heroes - modify their military uniforms or don't wear them in the first place, but rarely so far. With a pure white costume, we wreak a storm of breaking on the battlefield, building a corpse mountain blood river after passing, yet not a single piece of dirt can be seen in that garment.

D'Artra is a battle freak: The Hero of the Break. The name given to it because of its poor appearance and its work on the battlefield - the War Fairy.

"Well, you seem to be the color attribute holder."

The war fairy never seemed to care - no.

On the contrary, raise the corner of your mouth to rejoice.

The youth also rejoiced in the reaction.

"Ha. Okay, I've been waiting for something like you"

Youth are qualified, but not heroes. I refused to accept the name that the Emperor was supposed to give me.

But if the youth had embraced it, everyone would have called him this.

"Silver Ash Heroes" and.