Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

The war went wild.

My father's army is worn out when he returns.

Seeing that, it's like he's back with a loss, but thank goodness it's not about war anymore and he's turning back.

The cause is that spider demon.

It didn't seem to have died in the disturbance before this and suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

And you think you succeeded in exterminating them by slaughtering them without distinction of enemy allies and at the end of the day shooting great magic where the brave men are holding back?

But it seems that both armies did some pretty terrible damage, and they couldn't continue the war.

They said the two armies had once ceased and pulled up.

I'm horrified that my father is back safely, but at the same time, I'm anxious about the current situation, which just put the problem ahead of me.

It seems that the brave men who were thought to have been in conflict with the spider were secretly protected by the Great Wizard in places such as the Empire.

He said he could use the magic of metastasis for everything, and he rescued it when the critical grand magic hit him directly?

That's fine, the country is in disarray.

Because my opponent, whom I worshipped as a god beast, halved my army.

Originally, this war is nominally called the hatred of its divine beast.

Actually, I guess it's in a quarrel with the divine discourse that's been going on for years.

But the spider I was worshipping as a god beast in this case was right about divine speech, and it proved to be a dangerous demon.

As for this one, I will no longer have a big name.

When that happens, legitimacy comes to those of divine discourse.

That's very bad.

It will have given us a gap into divine discourse.

Thanks to him, my father is rushing around as soon as he returns.

This is not the end of the war.

Instead, I think this is the real deal.

Divine Worship is an enemy to Goddess, and I don't think I'll miss this opportunity.

Exactly. It would take a lot of time to rebuild a half-broken army, but the other party is a big organization with a lot of influence in the human society.

I can think of enough to prepare a different army from the one I joined this time.

The Saliera country, by contrast, is higher than those countries in terms of national power alone.

But in isolation and helplessness, the army is also half-destructed.

If you ask me if I have a winning eye in that state, I can answer that I have no amateur either.

Originally, this war was a loss.

The Saliera State is definitely more advantageous if it is just the central country of the Oates, but the winning eye diminishes at a time when there is divine discourse on the back shield.

Furthermore, if we turned to the support of the Oates until the Empire, it would have been too powerful as a no-go push.

Still, what scares me about religious warfare is that I can't pull it off.

It's incomprehensible to me, but the choice not to fight was not in the Saliera country.

This war was about fighting against the army and deciding its victory and defeat.

So no harm is done to the average person, and the Saliera State surrenders.

The army will drain, but I think he had the soul nerve to do so with compensation for loose conditions by surrendering in a state that left room for national power.

But that was disintegrated by the intruders who showed up on the battlefield.

Both armies are devastated.

And settle. Ha-ha-ha.

The war continues.

That, too, is on bad terms for the Saliera State.

From here on out, it won't be as clean a war as deciding to win or lose a match.

Become a muddy battle.

That's like damage to the city.

And this city is the most targeted.

Close to the border with the Oates country, where the spider demons in question were rooted.

My father tried to advance the evacuation of the residents early.

But the timing and conditions were bad.

First of all, the issue of the period.

This was a problem that came in just at this time during the harvest season.

The territory centered around the city I live in was also a farmland that owns a vast field.

It runs from streets that are spreading around the city to each rural area, and crops harvested through that path reach the city.

It will be transported from the city to the entire Saliera country.

For the Saliera State, the harvest could not be discarded.

Therefore, evacuation of personnel in contact with the work could not be carried out.

Although the hauliers' people could have been evacuated to the hauling destination as it were, the people engaged in other tasks were in a situation where they could not but want to evacuate.

And one more thing, the conditions were bad.

The government of the State of Saliera has decided to sacrifice the city.

In short, we decided to let the enemy attack this city in this war and turn it over.

We cannot end this war unharmed.

Then it was the intention of the country to shallow the wound as much as possible.

With that, although the evacuation of all crops and supplies possible and the evacuation of talented personnel were allowed, the evacuation of the general public was not otherwise acceptable.

In other words, they offered him as a slave.

And my father, who governs that city, and his family.

My father had managed to get my mother and I away with it.

But that didn't happen.

Looks like my grandparents tried to turn their hands around somehow, but that seems to have been squeezed by the country, too.

Perhaps a deal has already been concluded between the country and the enemy's hub.

Otherwise too, the movement is too restrictive.

It is said that the time will wear it during the harvest season, it is too bad between them.

Although there was no great pain in the harvest because of the solid separation of soldiers and farmers in this country, I have to say that it is nevertheless bad between them.

If all this had been calculated and moved by the enemy, the Saliera State could be said to be a complete defeat.

The imminent enemy army looked like death itself.