I Want to Become the Hero's Bride

19-8

The troop leader's proposal was a very simple one.

Boldly divide the troops into two parts and use two routes.

Troops leading empty carriages that have made some detours in the fallen trees ahead.

And a unit that carries the fateful boy alive, going the route as planned across the fallen tree.

Naturally, the troops leading the carriage are suspected of being thin, so we'll have to follow a different route to all the rest of them who have pulled out a few elites, including us and the captain. Another route is also a short distance away, but there were valleys that could be difficult, where expectations were roughly consistent that they would probably be targeted.

But by the time we get there, this route will be crossed. Even if the carriage finds out it's empty, it's hard to chase it from there. Assuming we catch up with this one, it's going to be geographically difficult to raid ahead. Nor will the enemy stand up and disobey the Emperor's will. I therefore do not expect to be able to get my hands on it after going out into the city.

Additionally, on this route, only occasional wooden blind spots can be found until you reach the corner of difficulty. The decision, which would certainly be highly safe, was instantly received by the sight of the captain, who listened to the intention of the captain and matched it to Leps and Rice, each of whom was their will.

Just in case, I've stuffed up a story about the possibility of having a magic object that I can get in touch with a distant opponent. The captain stretched his chest, and the personal belongings of this squad have been confirmed by several people, strictly limiting them so that such a situation does not occur in advance. What, the march takes three days. No one will complain about taking up mobile food. Don't worry about this conversation, it's taking up the means to tell even if the spies are mixed, you'll just feel itchy, that's how he laughed.

And the chosen elite is the only two other captains.

I was wondering if that man who could do it would be chosen.

Apparently, the captain, too, paid that man twice as much attention.

He was clearly dissatisfied with why he had not been chosen, saying it was an order.

The troops are quickly formed, and the troops who led the empty carriage turn back the way they did.

We stayed while we dropped that off. Taking each of the Riding Beast's companions to match the number of escorts, Leps shows Solol, Rice takes Beryl, and Lord Captain takes over.

"I have a higher level. He'll take it from me."

After that, I really wanted to praise myself for putting out those words.

By the time I took their measures backwards and took quite a few paths that seemed safer.

That's what I don't think it is, in a broad field of vision that is so vivid up to the back.

The surprise attack of a large number of enemies was after retreat---.

I don't have to know if it's against monsters, and it seems that fighting interpersonal in this peaceful era was shocking to young Sorol and Beryl.

That's the fight with monsters that mimic people's appearances, and I thought they would have similar emotions, and they wouldn't do that at all.

No matter how people look, they say there is no hesitation because it is clear that it is a monster.

When he stood by his enemies as a true compatriot... he still said his bow-drawing arms were trembling.

"I don't care how much I hate people… I know, it doesn't taste good."

to Solol, who told me.

"... I was afraid of myself like that if I thought it was easy to kill"

and. Beryl continued to whine.

From the slight blind spots of the hilly irregularities and the ground, there are more than a hundred arrows unleashed.

Thanks to the killing spirit brewed by the amateur, who has not reached the extreme of what is being worked out, the reps burned everything down before that arrow descended here.

The way to fight was a routine, first-line attack by arrows unleashed from the blind spot, followed by magical assistance from the rear and a transition to melee combat by the avant-garde forces.

This is the horseman, and this is the story of how it was possible to escape on foot. We're getting away! and the member who read his will who put a "wait” on the captain, who kicked the belly of the horseman, pushed the military men coming towards him into a state "not fatally wounded, but almost impossible to chase”, thinking what he could do while sitting on the horseman.

Both Sorol and Beryl said that afterwards, so speaking of which, you were still at a delicate age... Though I had some reflection. Did the memory of several distress situations move your body so much because of the rigorous work out you've been doing "to level up"? The location of the attack is really fast and accurate, and this one is growing up better than I think. With the feeling of relief, I felt so horrible.

A glimpse of this arm sinking its enemies in an instant, the captain's lord, who was running out, circled his comeback eyes.

The two soldiers, in an attempt to follow him, hastily pulled "stop" where they instructed the horseman to "run", so they ate a hiss expressing dissatisfaction and an astigmatism caused by the ground waste, and were shaking for a while on the spot.

After coming there and making one move at a time into the still moving shadow and sinking everything in no time.

"It's troublesome when you have a chaser."

and.

Dark, we're going down, it's a pain in the ass to stay behind, if you talk like that.

The captain nodded deeply.

"Hey, you guys. Stay here and keep an eye on these guys."

and gave them such instructions.

"I didn't expect you to sneak an ambush this way..."

I'm better prepared than I thought, the captain shrugged.

Surely, as you say, if this number of chasers had been hung and even rocked down from the top, there wouldn't have been one, no matter how confident they were in their arms. Thinking about it makes me feel somewhat snortable that I put all this number in this place. The path ahead is red soil, so tall plants are hard to grow. The road width is not so great, so I can clearly see the traces of digging the soil. Even if a trap is placed, you should be aware of it. Given that, it seems a lot impossible for ambushes to sneak ahead. However... I don't know much about magic, so if you can apply them so that there are no traces, the story will be completely different... and it's good for me. And he speaks with his shoulders flaunted.

Whoa, not if you're talking long, then I asked you nicely.

I guess you broke up with the two soldiers again, and felt horrible about the earlier battle, if you witnessed the still-thin boy's shoulders shrink.

"And I was surprised. The emperor's Kingsguard is really strong."

The captain, who aligned himself next door that way, whispered.

This one, that's what it was set up for, again, together.

"... although I'm still in training"

and. Return the answer without difficulty.

Repeatedly responding to stories of being shaken by potpouts while putting almost silent boy lords on the same horseman.

By the time it was noon, it would be time to hang out on the road and take a break before proceeding and swallow the preserved food.

To the sound of a sudden sounding beast hissing, then dothaling and falling, each a sign of regaining his prey and alerting the area.

Where does the attack come from, in a position to protect the boy with a reflexive shoulder clasp? and looking around.

I noticed a bubble coming out of the mouth of the horseman circling, and a boy stood softly.

"... that's poison"

Because I groaned.

At the end of the day, I cramped with a bickle, and I stopped moving. One, if you do a hand following him with your hips up.

Beautiful, brave and obedient to the Lord, they horsemen, as the boy said, were dead in a poisonous state.

Happily, if I still cared about the last one, Sorol quickly approached me to see if I had already started chanting and promptly recovered my poisonous condition and strength.

Seeing the boy suddenly bent over on the spot, he started fishing for the hay that the horseman was talking about. Not long ago, I picked one up at that fingertip.

"It's Kuala Corne. It can be very poisonous to the crucible species."

Yes, after a pale talk.

I approached the last head I was helped by in inches to see how angry I was.

"I'm glad you're here alone."

And I stroked my body over and over again.

The horseman was about to die. If he was nervous about having such a horrible experience and being confused, he could correctly understand the Lord of Wisdom, who saved himself. Or I can't know if it's another factor, but I live like this, so it's time to rest assured. I don't know, I can see such a voice in a hiss. I get the thought of losing my head when I'm a thick horseman in total fidelity.

The haystack chunks prepared for the horseman were those in the tool bags given to them in the village. The poisonous grass, which looks like the same dead leaf as a result of being dried, would almost certainly have been mixed up for this. I guess someone with the enemy's breath hanging in a field with fallen trees managed to get it into this luggage several times a day to remember being offered the same.

Burying the three heads, which unfortunately could not be saved, we bracketed minimal baggage on the remaining horseman. I leave it to the boy lord who didn't give in to me to pull, from where I will march on foot. On the second day, he was scheduled to enter the town beneath him, but he was still camped in a place where he wouldn't get half down.

In an effort to spend the night in the safest place possible, I chose a topography with rocky skin. Finish treating dinner and incineration before sundown, taking care not to expose the lights at night. Fortunately, the warmth of this time of year in this country. If you maintain a little temperature with auxiliary magic at night, you can tolerate it without a hanging cloth.

If you endure the unforeseen and get a quick sleep each time.

Late in the night when the date changes, remember the signs of people approaching.

I guess I couldn't sleep because of the original nervousness, when the lord and the captain's lord, who opened his eyes to the slightest rub of clothing that Solol had just made us understand our movements on the placement without anyone else and make the nervousness even more tense.

"Wow...!

Hear the surprise voice of a young woman that

"What are you doing here?... No, uh, excuse me. It's a camp, isn't it?"

Hey, with the sorry voice.

A well-timed peek into the clouds shone the light of the moon.

I looked somewhat surprised, I was used to seeing her float.

Bell ---.

and it was probably not just me who whined inside.

Everyone at the party said, "Don't miss her here."

Therefore, with the knowledge you can possess immediately.

"My lady, have you climbed from below at this hour?"

and.