Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Captain! At this rate, you can still control the Saint Teharis Plateau tomorrow!

"Hmm? - Oh, yeah."

Lindholm Spiritual Mountain North.

From that mountain, which stood in the middle of the world, there was a plateau about three days north on a horse.

"Drop the Saint Harris Plateau and it will also be a stepping stone to the Demon King of the North Continent. This will help you defeat the Demon of Heart."

The city flourished on that plateau, known as the Saint-Harris Plateau.

It is a breathtaking, medium-sized urban state of a certain evil demon king called "Heart Demon".

"Well, yes, but I have a bad feeling about it."

"A bad feeling?

Right now, at the entrance to that plateau city, two sword-wielding men.

One is a giant tough man and the other is a slightly skinny brown-haired young man.

"You're here. By the capital of Tenjin."

"Oh, speaking of which, you will. But it's a small tribe over there, isn't it? Even if it was manipulated by the Demon of Heart, it wouldn't be a lot of power where they joined the battlefield now."

"Oh, I see."

"Ah, Captain, there's quite a few enemies coming from behind."

"I know."

The giant man wielded the silly, big sword in his right hand without turning around and blew up all the men who were approaching him as a slayer from behind.

It is a hard force to devote to the brush tongue.

"Well, I don't actually see the inhabitants of Heavenly God's capital, so maybe it has nothing to do with the guide."

"If you haven't been manipulated, I've never been over it."

Now a young man with brown hair pierces the enemy with a spear that stood firmly in his hands.

"Well, that's a lot less"

"Are you going into a highland city like this?

"No, the break-in is tomorrow. This one's pretty exhausted."

"The captain doesn't seem so tired, though. That's God of War."

"They're weak."

It was a battlefield there.

A brigade of just three hundred people is a battlefield that still cannot control a one-city state.

The entrance to the highland city was rugged by many humans.

Except around a man called "God of War".

"Yo."

The moment soldiers on the city side, close to that giant man, step into a certain realm, they are cut into a single machete without exception.

It was like a battle between an adult and a baby.

That much, just simply, the power and skill of the man known as the God of War was out of standard.

Compared to the Mercenary Brigade we met a month ago.

"Oh, and those guys were really strong. You could only use a sword, and my spear couldn't scratch you at all. I heard spears are better with swords and spears."

"You're just weak."

"Oh, that sounds terrible, Captain. I'm still third in line in this brigade."

The brown-haired young man sighs with an extra look as he gently slams down the three with a long spear.

"All right, then retreat. Tell the others to cheat."

Then a giant man told the young man with brown hair.

"Copy that. In the camp, then."

"Oh."

The young man with brown hair, under the direction of a man, shivers and leaves the spot.

He vanished instantly as he cleverly sewed and ran between the enemies.

Do you want me to come back?

The giant man who remains on the spot slowly rears the battlefield as he blows up a dozen more with another machete.

"-"

but the man looked up at the sky impulsively after about two steps.

- I think someone's watching me.

Nothing in the sky.

There's not even a bird.

But the man felt uncomfortable in that empty space.

I was feeling that something was there, almost by what could be called a wild survey.

"I knew I didn't like it. What's on the knees of the Heavenly City?

The giant man - "Tyrant-Rehar" - was experiencing an unspeakable chill in this small tribe near the Saint Teharis Plateau.

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"Heavenly God's Capital". His name is Lakka.

Long ago, he said, there lived a God who sees everything in the world.

It was so long ago that history couldn't keep up.

Its capital, which is told almost like a myth, still exists on the map once and for all.

However, there is no more God living there.

At the same time as the familiar and shapely threat of the "Demon King" rose, the abstract threat of God was rapidly forgotten by the people.

Now normally, just a few tribes exist.

A man with beautiful silver eyes says he lives mainly around it.

"Captain, do you still care about Lakka? There's something scary about the captain."

Tyrant was marching to the North Continent to discuss a demon king known as the "Heart Demon".

Half as mercenary, the other half because of personal causes.

"Ugh, Marcus. You talk so much, you're gonna sink your head."

Tyrant was eating rice as he surrounded the fire with his comrades in the camp.

"Please don't. Hey, it seems like you can normally do it with your regiment leader's arm!

"Then shut up and eat."

"I can't. If I shut up, I'll die."

"... ha"

Tyrant sighs at that brown-haired young man - Marcus' purposeful words.

"... I used to be heard when my grandmother told me about Lakka's goddess of heaven." Being visible is power as it is. God, who sees everything, is therefore the strongest. "

"The captain's old lady is a lot obsessed with Lakka."

'Cause I used to get fucked with my grandfather for having trouble with Lakka.'

"What!?"

"In mercenary business. It's not a personal fight. So, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Hmm," Marcus looks at the sky with his mouth pointed. "You're still looking at it from the sky."

"And it seems that the people of Lakka are more forceful. For better or worse. Do everything you can to get through the muscles. That's why I'm not comfortable."

"Is that what you're worried about? Can it be a source of concern?

"Rumor has it that Lakka is dealing with the Demon of Heart here."

"Well, why don't we stick together?"

"That's why I'm not accommodating."

"Hmm? I don't see how that's going to work."

Tyrant gave me a glimpse into the sky and then answered.

"Marcus, you, assuming someone kills your sister, don't go kill him."

"Yeah, I'll go. I'll rip it into eight pieces. I will never let you get away with it."

Marcus said with a fucking serious face.

"Well, what if that revenge is killed by someone else in front of you?

"... that's pretty mocking. I want to kill myself."

Marcus frowned and said, then circled his eyes as if he had noticed something.

"Oh... is that what you're gonna do"

"I'm just talking hypothetical."

"Wow, the captain's a lot of trouble, but the Lakka people seem pretty troublesome too."

"What do you mean, I'm trouble?"

"If a regiment leader is usually a battlefield because of his brain muscles, doesn't he turn his head? It seems strangely bigoted that he's thoughtful about his brain muscle."

"It's not your personal impression."

"No, in addition to being as strong as Hiku, I know it's because my head turns about every battle, but it doesn't suit me to be thoughtful."

More than a dozen members laughed out loud at Marcus' words, which also surrounded the burning fire.

"Hey guys..."

"No, no, excuse me. I've spoken ill to the leader of the Seven Stars Brigade.

"You're down 20% on this reward."

"Ah! Hey! Oh no..."

Marcus nodded and the members laughed again.

"Fair enough. Either way, it doesn't change what we do. Tomorrow through the gates of the city of Sant 'Eharis Plateau, we will control the interior. Catch the one with the" Heart Demon "breath directly. Never kill a people other than soldiers. After some restraint, my client, Museg, will take care of the rest of the details."

"You look like that gray-haired prince. That prince is usually on a nasty level, too, isn't he? You look nice, but if you suck, you'll look more than the captain."

"... hmm"

Tyrant exhaled with his nose and rose from the spot with a plump face.

"Well, I'll go to bed"

"Uh-huh. Good night, Captain."

A number of familiar greetings were hung from the members on Tyrant turning back to the tent of the camp.