Isekai Taneuma

Seeing Isaac's rebellion, the Holy Empire Deus Est Emilia sent troops to Hermes territory under the mercenary king Waltstein to the Commander-in-Chief.

The number is roughly 100,000. In an empire with a smaller population than the Warrior Empire, it was a crude number… Ser Hermes, on the other hand, intercepted the Imperial Army invasion with a Forbidden Curse and Warrior Summon.

The forbidden curse of summoning wanderers (vagabonds) from different worlds by sacrificing sacrifices to the gods, because of the magnitude of the price, or because only the brave appeared to be very powerful, Waltstein was forced to struggle in front of only three brave men, despite his numerical overwhelming advantage.

The pride on his side was too high to listen, the desertion of the less skilled farmers followed, pulling the Commander's leg in every direction. Opponent enemies have a high morale in their backwater formation, and they are strong and aggressive, so they can hardly break apart.

Still, even though it was Waltstein who had won the victory painstakingly with the help of the truncated warlord Rikyu, he managed to escape Isaac, the main general, while still winning the victory.

In addition, while surrounding the refugee army in the border city, they attacked each other, and were repeatedly dismayed that they would be brought in on the condition of compensation.

After a heavy look at these events, the Empire questioned the Commander's abilities and replaced Waltstein. Set up Sir Orpheus Caligula to succeed him.

The new Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army, Sir Orpheus, supported Isaac's uncle, Robert, in stabilizing the territory. Sir Hermes Isaac XII, who breathed the Empire here, took the throne.

Isaac XII was a 50-year-old man hiding in the shadow of his nephew, the mainstream, who was bored. Growing up in comparison to his brother Isaac X, he was forced to leave his home when he succeeded him and lived a life under house arrest.

As soon as he gained the position of Lord Hermes and cleared himself of his previous anger, he began to sweep through the territory. Having taken power on the shelf, King XII lacked the grasp of power in the territory and laid down the politics of fear for mastering power.

The nobles who once allied themselves with Isaac XI were stripped of their identity and subjected to exile, and the women with the brave son were slaughtered as if they were bugs as soon as they were found. He, who knew no woman, hated dirty women who sought to gain access to power.

Of course, dissatisfaction persisted with the political system, but no one could speak up before the glittering shadow of the empire behind it. As the Empire's prospects suggest, the heroics of the Hermes kingdom were gradually reduced in power, and only those who adored him survived. Speaking of the name of the brave in the realm, and the voice that remembered the reign of Eleven were strangled, and the hand of the devil finally stretched to the border city.

The border town was home to refugees who had fled in fear of war with the Empire. Originally a mere crowd of Ukrainians, they were not a force capable of resisting the might of the Imperial Army, but by the action of the Adventurer Alliance that happened to be there, they crossed the line with the Imperial Army and were assured of their safety by former Imperial Commander Waltstein.

However, when his predecessor was replaced and Isaac XII began to rule, this became a problem.

Most of the refugees who fled here were particularly brave in Hermes. It's only natural that they escaped because of the expected attacks of the Empire. And the brave nobles were under the solemnity of the twelfth king, and the territory was confiscated. In other words, the refugees, who are residents, now have a duty as the subjects of the new lord, XII.

Naturally, the refugees don't want to go back there. But for the empire that laid the serfdom, the people were the property of the lord, and they had to avoid the outflow. They are a free workforce for the new lord and must be tied to the land.

Thus, the new Lord Hermes XII made a mockery to get the refugees back.

"The arrangement with the border city was made by the meritorious Waltstein without going through the Empire. The Despicable Adventurer Alliance is just a private company and is not in a position to make a reciprocal pact with the Empire, which is a state in the first place. The promise is therefore void.

The head of the border city must promptly hand over the refugees to the Empire. First, the Empire does not recognize the existence of cities in such places. It is imperial rule for self-made slums to be cleaned for the landscape. If you don't hear back, we'll do it in the near future. "

In this way, the border city, which once was on the brink of rebuilding, returned before the war. The refugees, who had not yet escaped to the brave realm and were still trampling here, began packing in haste, but by then the border town was surrounded by the Imperial Army.

The number is more than 10,000, not the previous ratio. The Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army sent his troops to capture the refugees when he attacked Isaac XI.

Refugees who are treated like sinners are afraid, and those who try to flee in the dark night are captured and returned to their original territory. Now that desperate people were dying in the city without a guarantee of life, Adventurer Guild Leader Acting Skarsache, who had asked the commander to meet him to protest, was not allowed to speak up because his soldiers were blocked from going.

It was thus once again a frontier city in trouble....

Meanwhile, a man appeared in front of the Adventurer Guild. Former Imperial Commander Waltstein. After his disenfranchisement, he resigned as a general of the Empire and stayed in the border town to see his last job.

He crossed the gates of the city across his favorite white horse, and instead of listening to the soldiers stop, he set out for Versailles, the castle of Ser Hermes, whom he once destroyed.

There is a successor commander stationed there now. On behalf of Scarsaha, he tried to complain to his successor, who was jealous of his work.

A white horse jumped out of the gates of the border city. The soldiers who had stopped the refugees from escaping tried to stop the horses, but when they realized that their former boss was on top of them, they stopped.

"Thank you! Thank you!

Despite no longer being subordinate, the soldiers saluted Waltstein as he passed by. The charisma of the man who once stood up as the world's only state commander-in-chief still seems to be alive. Waltstein gently raised his hand and greeted the former men, then struck the rope with the other hand and drove the horse dextrously.

He walked straight down the street to the hill where an oak tree rises, stopping at the ridge and looking down at the view. The once beautiful palace was no longer there, and the city, which had been stretched radially from it, had been destroyed, and the rubble had been removed and the slaughterful flatlands spreading forever.

In the meantime, because it was built a short distance from the castle, the only isolated palace avoided by fire stood on the northern side of the canal and was now used as a base for the Imperial General Commander.

Waltstein glanced at it and snorted, regaining his temper and running his horse straight again.

Running down the hill to the square that used to be the castle's training ground, they were surrounded again by Imperial soldiers. This time, the new commander's gesture did not allow for accommodation, but it pushed through the temper of rebuilding on the hill and entered the detached palace, the destination.

"Oh, please wait! Lord Waltstein!"

Upon entering the Separation House, a Servant with a Commander approached the Stream Stone to physically stop him, but he was still a samurai who used to play with a sword. Without trying to stop them, Waltstein dragged the stranded soldiers to the forced room.

I visited my successor's room once to take over. Waltstein went in with Zukazuka without even hearing the Servitor stop him.

"I'm in your way."

"What's all the noise... oh, was that you?"

Batan! When the door was opened with a loud noise, a gray-haired man inside raised his face. The eyes are indented, one ear is cut, and there is a big scratch on the cheek. When I heard that, he looked like a soldier with a history of war, but in fact, he was a man with a strange appearance who was only tired like an old man and I would never forget when I saw him.

"But I'm sorry! Commander. I tried to stop it somehow... but I'm sorry you didn't hear me...!

A servant who had forgiven the intruder's breakthrough made excuses by turning pale in front of the strange man. The way he feared the Lord of this room tells us exactly how terrified he is.

"You don't have to atrophy like that. It's good here, so you can serve your guests some tea."

The man called the commander controlled it with an unbelievable smile, and was as gentle as he could be... and nevertheless ordered the visitor to serve tea with a strangely murmured voice.

Fearing the words, the servant left the room, standing still at the entrance, inviting him to Waltstein, who was staring slowly.

"Please, come in. I'm sorry I didn't pick you up, but I was right."

The man pointed at his body when he said so.

His back was bent like an old man, and the spine around the scapula was sticking up like a cob. Because of this, my hips are bent and I can't walk unless I step forward. It's a so-called\ 20660;\ "disease... the strange thing is that this man is a saint.

A priest is born beautiful and will not die unless there is much left to do. Even if you get hurt in an accident, the wound will soon be blocked, and even if one arm blows up, it will grow back in time.

That's why there's no sign of a devil in a priest. However, the man's face in front of him was covered in wounds, black stains spread on his forehead, and one of his ears, which represented the hallmark of the priest, had an ugly scar with a ripped tip. Even though my hair is pure white, it is probably not a natural color and it must be caused by aging. There can't be such a priest.

But the priest, who could not be here, is now sitting in front of Waltstein.

This strange man was the new Imperial Commander-in-Chief, Sir Orpheus Caligula, who took command of the army from him.