Kuro no Senki

Late in November 433 of the Imperial Calendar - Dominic, president of the Pics Chamber of Commerce, was lying in the dungeon of Alfilc Castle.

Hot as my whole body burns, my thoughts are as frigid as they were floating in heat.

That was because of repeated interrogations day after day.

No, it's not an easy thing to interrogate.

That was torture.

I have some experience of rough events, but I have little tolerance for physical damage.

In fact, when I was stripped of my nails, I screamed, crying and begging for forgiveness.

How can you stand torture?

The answer is simple.

I can't stand it.

Honestly, the interrogator won't believe me.

So torture continues.

Torture will not stop unless the interrogator speaks the answer he wants.

Dominic noticed it only after he lost both hands, both toes.

Shouldn't we speak falsehood and die in peace?

I've thought about it that way, but I'm mouthing the facts even if I'm out of the wrist.

When I lost my finger, I tried to at least resist.

Whether you speak facts or falsehoods, they confiscate the wealth of the Chamber of Commerce and kill you.

It's not so much about being ready.

If they took my family hostage, it would have easily shaken my feelings.

Failure to do so meant that the family could escape safely.

"... you can do what you want."

Dominic gasped for a severe pain and rattled his throat.

"You've gotten a lot narrower here."

Whimpering as Tilia watches the soldiers encourage training on the practice field.

That's more than three times the size of a squad.

Of course, the usual means - logging and mowing in the tunnels were not repeatedly spread.

It was the power of Zion.

Some of the divine art of "Mother God who makes loess and conducts abundance" manipulates corruption.

Horrible if used to attack, but reliable at times like this.

Tilia stared behind the squad yard.

Most of them are further ground, but some are simulated field positions.

It's a trench made by Dr. Weissman's suggestion.

The obstacles caused by the iron tsu are tripled, and trenches are dug to wrap the obstacles.

It may be easy to understand if you say that you reproduced the formation of crane wings in a trench.

"Chrono?

Tilia sounded worried.

"Uh, what are you talking about?

"I told you this place got a lot narrower."

"Even this, I expanded."

"... I know that"

Tilia responds with a few moments.

Five thousand and five hundred prostitutes.

"Less than five hundred of them are grandparents."

"I didn't expect you to volunteer so much"

Tilia said in a sigh, Chrono shifted his gaze to the squad field.

Two old men rush to the center of the practice field to compete ahead.

Gatsun, we're bumping into each other.

It's Manchausen and Alonso.

The two kicked the ground at the same time and set up a crossbow as they fell in.

An arrow is released, shooting through the target of the mannequin, which was quite far away.

Manchausen is head, Alonso is shooting through his chest.

A volunteer of his men catches up for a while and releases an arrow towards him.

There were arrows coming off - well, that would be the point.

"What do you say, Non La's strength!

"Strength is better this way!

Manchausen and Alonso either try to defend their territory otsey, or hit each other with their breasts against each other like Seiuchi.

When we first saw each other, we were beating each other with our bare hands, so when we cautioned, we started fighting the way we are now.

"... those two are"

Chrono sighed.

Five hundred old knights have plenty to pay for, but Manchausen and Alonso are shaking off the needle.

Besides, they try to compete every time they seem to have a sense of confrontation with each other.

All of a sudden, the two of them here - turned their gaze to Tilia.

"Gahaha! Empress Tilia, have you seen the work of Nong La?

"Empress Tilia! Look at them! Look at them!

"... high tension"

Unexpectedly whine.

It's the height of tension that makes me want to penetrate even Yaku's decision.

Looking softly at how things were going, Tilia was smiling brilliantly and waving at both of them.

It won't be my fault the movement is giddy.

"Gahaha! Empress Tilia waved at me!

"No, you waved at Noon!

The two bumped into each other, just like they did earlier, turning their chests against each other.

"We'll decide which way Empress Tilia waved to us in battle!

"Hmm, Non decides to win!

"I waved to both of you."

He didn't get Tilia's whine, and the two returned to their original positions as they bumped into each other.

"I'm getting a headache"

"A knight gathered in admiration of Tilia."

"I know that."

"You're both capable."

"I know that too"

Tilia said groaning.

I have ten volunteers attached to one old knight.

The other old knights, as well as Manchausen and Alonso, sum up their men well.

"Well, you're going to figure it out."

Sylvania's been working with us.

"You have to obey, so you have to obey from the beginning."

Tilia said in a frustrating manner.

"That's because they recognize half autonomy. It's gonna take a while."

"It would be autonomy because of you"

"Still, we need the process."

The fact that I chose it myself even if I had no choice is important.

"Speaking of which, you..."

Tilia called to the halfway house and shut her mouth.

"No, let's stop it"

"You're not gonna say anything?

"In the end, we approve."

Tilia puts her arms together and points her lips in a way that doesn't seem funny.

I became the feather of worrying about military funding because Chrono told me he would pay the prostitutes.

"Seeing the results on that wasn't a bad hand. We were able to gather prostitutes, and we're helping to control them."

"If you're praising me, praise me sooner."

"I'll do that to someone other than you."

Tilia covered her mouth with her hands as she conceived.

"... just in case, I'm not taking you lightly. I said I'd do that to someone other than you because I think you'd understand. Don't get me wrong with the weird wind."

"You don't have to be so cautious."

"I should say this properly"

"Hehe, what's that mind?

"I don't want you stabbing me from behind. You can't get back on your feet when that happens, I am. It's irreversible."

"This one's going to be irreversible."

Chrono leaned down.

At least Tilia doesn't think there's a zero chance of getting stabbed from behind.

"Wait, you're making a mistake. I said I believed you. I don't think he's going to betray you."

"I believe you."

"Don't get anxious."

"There's a bud of mutual distrust because I say extra things..."

"This story is over."

Tilia crossed her arms and stared at the mock position.

Exercises are currently taking place at simulated positions.

He's a crossbowman on both the offensive and defensive sides.

Equipment is the same, but the defensive side is overwhelmingly advantageous.

The defensive side doesn't have to be attacked if they hide themselves in the trenches, but the attacking side has nowhere to hide themselves.

It's a handicap battle reminiscent of a military school exercise.

It's the training you need to remember mass combat, but for the most part, the attacking side loses its will to fight.

It's a battle that's half-determined.

There are limits to telling me to be motivated.

Not this time either.

The attacking side lays low on the ground and proceeds to crawl.

"Don't be frightened!

"Oops!

The middle-aged man with light black skin is inspired and the boys roar with a voice that remains firm.

Volunteers from tribal coalitions, but they are not engravers.

According to what Schiff told me, not all human beings in the tribal coalitions will be engraved.

He didn't tell me the details, but maybe he's recruiting mercenary applicants by making the engraver special.

"Yeah, yeah, the tribal federations are always motivated."

"It's not like I'm unmotivated by other volunteers."

Tilia nodded satisfactorily, and Chrono gently clasped his shoulders.

Volunteers from tribal coalitions are generally highly morale.

This is why I volunteered - the difference in motivation.

Volunteers from tribal coalitions are trying to win the future.

"It was a success you didn't make into a coalition unit."

"Well, yeah."

I was hoping I could reconcile this to the cut, but it's hard when there's a difference in motivation so far.

"How are the mercenaries?

"Well, I'm generally doing well. Two hundred and fifty new arrivals."

"... right"

Tilia exhaled in a ho.

The newly arrived two hundred and fifty mercenaries serve as escorts for the caravan.

This is a time when one wants power, but there is no reason to cut off from the divine kingdom of Argo.

"I'd like to decorate the first battle with glamour..."

"Wouldn't it be possible to win dressed up"

"... Chrono"

Tilia gave a disgruntled look.

"What are you going to do with that now?"

"I'm not losing my mind to anyone. I just have to fight like a nobleman."

Volunteers are defensive.

You can't win just by protecting it, and given your morale and proficiency, you can't do anything to prolong the fight.

"Well, I think I can do better than I did when I was your lord."

……

Tilia shuddered herself.

"I only feel anxious when you give me that look in bed..."

"Reliable now?

"More anxious."

Tilia said in a sigh.

"... you're a soldier."

"What now?"

"I missed my days in military school."

Tilia whispered with a whispering voice, and Chrono gently stroked the wound in his right eye.

"I didn't expect it to be like this then"

"If you were expecting to lead the rebels in military school, you wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."

"Not the rebels, the Imperial Army."

"If I rephrase it, it won't make sense, will it?

"I know that"

Tilia told him as if he was muddled and out of strength all the time.

"Chrono, don't die, okay?

"I'll do it right."

That said, Chrono clapped his shoulders.

Lucas Lesato rides a horse and takes the street north.

Contain water from the water bottle in your mouth, rinse your mouth and spit it out onto the ground.

The water drawn in Baron Bowties' territory was completely warm.

"Legion chief, if you don't mind, I'll let you go get some water?

"... I don't need it"

Lucas answered briefly, wiping his mouth with a uniform sleeve.

"What do you think?

"With 20,000 soldiers, Sylvania's reign and Hashel's reign will be easy."

The deputy said with the ease of going to the tavern.

The appearance is even proud.

Well, it would feel good to be No. 2 of an army of 20,000.

"We're talking about the territory of the Marquis Elakis being moist. I look forward to it now."

"Right."

The deputy doesn't even seem to doubt victory.

Instead of doubting it, after winning already - I'm thinking about looting.

I would like you to separate the brain weather as good as the shards.

Lucas wasn't an excellent commander, but he thought this operation would be a tough one.

If I raised the anxiety material, there would be no chili, but first the low level of proficiency was the problem.

It sounds good when it comes to 20,000 troops.

If the numbers confuse me, I feel like a deputy.

But the entity is the U.N. crowd.

When forming an army, you either pull the battalion straight or you pull half of it out.

Build up your training on it to increase your proficiency as an army.

This time around a hundred soldiers are pulled from one battalion to form an army.

We didn't get together all at once.

There was no time to train because each battalion sent out soldiers individually.

No, even if I had the time, I wouldn't have been able to conduct effective training.

Lucas' men don't have the people to do it.

Next is the military bias.

The cavalry only belongs to Lucas's men - a thousand horsemen.

Besides, it's not a heavy cavalry, it's a light cavalry.

Archers are less than a thousand and heavy infantry less than a thousand.

Infantry is the Lord's legion.

I can't stand flexible maneuvers or anything like this.

We can only rely on numbers to repeat the assault.

Last but not least supply.

Sometimes they march through imperial territory, supplying food in the territory they pass through, but the way they do it is a symbol.

Although it has the advantage of not having to allocate soldiers to transport supplies...

Let's stop it, Lucas shook his head.

Military Secretary Ralph Libra set up this operation on the basis of these problems.

What now, Lucas mocked himself.

I am not a legitimate commander, nor am I authorized to seek reconsideration of the operation.

The only thing I can do right now is let this flow.

I think it's the last time I deserve it.

Lucas regards human nature as evil.

My heart was relieved to see humans stained with evil.

On the other hand, I wanted the emergence of justice that would judge me.

I mean it both ways.

I meant to, but now that I think about it, maybe I just wanted to believe that justice exists.

"By the way, what do you do with Baron Trace's territory?

"Didn't you hear the outline of the operation?

"I heard you were dropping Sylvania and Hachelle."

The deputy scratched his head in the light, and Lucas sighed.

"... let me declare defenseless and it's over"

"Undefensible?

The deputy leans his neck strangely.

"You didn't learn that in military school?

"You don't remember."

Lucas sighed again.

Now deeply.

The hell I get the feeling of what I teach in military schools.

"Don't exhale. Please tell me."

"All you have to do is make the lord declare his surrender."

"You can do as much as you want with your word, right?

"So disarm and leave the castle gate open"

"... I see"

The deputy nodded, but he doesn't seem convinced of one now.

Well, I know how you feel.

At the end of the day, a declaration of defencelessness cannot be established unless both sides keep their promises.

"All you have to do is keep Hashel until he's down."

"Oh, I see"

The deputy nodded in the wind that the point had been made, but Lucas had only a bad feeling.

Baron Trace's Greenwich - Lucas is led by the old butler and continues down the aisle where the conditioning is well balanced.

The old butler stopped halfway through the hallway and slowly opened the door.

"Please wait here"

"... oh"

Lucas sat dodgy down on the couch as he entered the room - the reception room.

"... guh"

I accidentally stuck my breath and hold my chest.

My heart is about to be crushed.

It was such an illusion to remember the pain.

After a while the pain gradually began to subside.

The pain eased to the point where it was tolerable, and Lucas leaned against the couch.

Remove the handkerchief and wipe the sweat.

I felt like I had no heart or a shorter interval of pain.

Will you keep Hashel until you control him?

Such anxiety passes my chest and makes me laugh bitterly.

That's when the door opened.

It was a fat man who opened the door and came into the reception room.

Even so, he's thinner than Lucas, and he should be ten years younger.

I'm pretty sure he's Baron Trace.

When he met Lucas, he walked over and knelt.

"Count Lesato! This is some mistake!

"... please sit on the couch first"

What explanation did you give, Lucas disguised himself as calm, remembering his anger at the messenger he dispatched, and urged him to take his seat.

"Yes, sir"

Baron Trace sat shallow on the couch opposite him.

"I don't know what kind of explanation my men gave, but I apologize if there was a misleading expression"

……

Baron Trace was silent, but his eyes are busy moving.

"We just want to get through your territory."

"Not if it's the Emperor's orders."

Baron Trace replied as he wiped his greasy sweat with a handkerchief.

"... just"

"Just?"

"Some of your men are not happy that you have entered into an economic alliance with Marquis Elakis."

This was a lie.

Few men know that the Marquis Elakis - it was the Empress of Tilia who became the initiator - has an economic alliance with the surrounding lords.

"That's just to abolish the traffic tax and unify the outdoor shopping system"

"Ho, give me the outdoor system."

"Yeah, you're right."

I was just a little intrigued.

It would be easier to do business if there were no more traffic taxes and if you were free to travel between territories.

Besides, the unification of the outdoor system is a good idea.

Civilians have no learning.

It is very difficult for those without learning to obtain a business license.

Because I don't understand what to do.

However, if the outdoor shopping system is unified, the difficulty will be exceptionally reduced.

Because if I had the experience of getting a business license, I would bring it to life next.

I don't know, Lucas held his temple and shook his head.

Even if you're interested in the person you're going to attack and destroy, it just adds more bad aftertaste.

"Well, I see what you're saying. But you can't ignore the words of a general as the keeper of an army."

"So what do we do?

"I want you to declare defenseless."

……

When Lucas cut it out, Baron Trace silenced.

Disarm and open the castle gate.

I'm telling you to throw away the art of defending yourself even though there's going to be a war.

Trouble if you are a decent lord.

"Can't you at least just allow the castle gate to open?

"... I'm sorry"

Baron Trace has turned his gaze toward him, but Lucas can only shake his neck sideways.

"To tell you the truth, you are in a delicate position with the Marquis Elakis flipping the rebel flag."

"Oh, no..."

Baron Trace's complexion is earthy through pale.

It is true that we are placed in a delicate position.

Most importantly, declaring defenseless doesn't necessarily improve your position.

It all depends on the Emperor's chest three inches.

"If you declare defenseless and provide us with food, let us proceed to His Majesty Alfort. Baron Trace said he was a man of great loyalty..."

"But food for 20,000 people, etc."

Baron Trace said groaning.

Soldiers consume a thousand grams of wheat per day.

If that's 20,000 people, that's 20 tons per day.

"Excuse me, but didn't you just get paid taxes?

"I've left a minimum of wheat to sell"

Lucas glanced.

The choice of leaving the wheat we consume and selling it is not a mistake, but only this time it is bad.

Because Baron Trace has to buy back wheat for more than he gets from selling wheat.

Of course, you can activate and provoke power, but then you lose faith.

"I didn't put it down now to show my minister to the Empire."

"... Gosh, I get it"

Baron Trace said in a bloody voice.

Philip was drinking in a liquor store.

It's a restaurant in a despicable village.

In a shop like the one that renovated the barn, skanky women's pay, unsavory rice.

The liquor is raw and looks like piss.

If you leave this village, it will be the main road to Sylvania, Count of Cado.

You have to turn down the liquor for a while but you have to drink like this.

I'm sick of that.

When I was in Kinza, I could drink in a better liquor store.

It felt good to be rubbed off by a woman even though I knew it was for gold.

I didn't feel bad about getting pecked up by the store owner.

Gorotsuki, who runs through the city, also paved the way when he sees the white uniform.

Looks like it happened years ago.

"... fuck off"

Throw it away and tap a wooden jock to the table.

Everything has sucked since I retreated to Imperial Capital.

It became mockery that he ran away from the bandits without a fight.

It's the end of being ridiculed by a woman in a pub at the end of the day.

I broke all my front teeth, but my memory of humiliation hasn't faded.

"... I just followed orders."

What would my fiancée think if she found out about this?

There's an Elena thing, so I don't think they're going to dissolve the engagement, but they're going to keep looking down on him for life with the guy who ran away without even fighting the bandits.

I wonder if I should kill him and reconsider immediately.

All you have to do is get a handle on this battle and stigmatize it.

That woman is an idiot, so if Philip handles it, he'll review it.

Not a bad idea.

Philip shuddered imagining himself telling his fiancée about his martial arts.

At that time, several people who were drinking nearby stood up.

I recognize him, so I know he's a colleague, but his name doesn't come up.

The colleagues tried to leave the store and were stopped by the store owner.

"What?"

"Customer, pay for it"

Hehe, the shopkeeper laughs affectionately.

What a rude man.

We're asking for money to say we're going to fight.

"Okay."

"There is - heh!

The shopkeeper hit harder and fell.

A colleague beat him up.

Naturally.

Civilians demanded money from the nobles - and from the Knights of Kingsguard.

With this piss-like booze, yes.

"Is this enough?

"Customer!

"Stay away!

The coworker kicked in the approaching skank's female salary.

The skank's female salary rolled down the ground scattering diarrhea.

"Hey! The owner of this store has been behaving like pissing alcohol and demanding money! Am I allowed to do this?

"No, it can't be good to be forgiven!

"Destroy the store!

The colleagues at the store shouted and began to rumble.

I guess it was stressful.

Flip the table, slap the barrel open.

The shopkeeper stood up and tried to stop him, but now he had the wings to lick the ground.

"No, let go of my hand!

A tall voice echoes in the store.

When I looked up, a coworker was about to bring a girl from behind the store.

A girl puts her nails in the hands of a coworker.

"You fucking kid!

When a coworker hit her, the girl blew up to the wall.

Crying.

"Hey, Philip!

"What the fuck?"

"You're not reluctant to buy a woman from your fiancée. It's a good opportunity to refresh yourself."

"Hold my hand."

Philip stood up and threw up his gep.

"Come on, you enjoy coming to resist, don't you?

"I don't want to get caught."

A carefree colleague held the girl's arm down.

"Forgive me, forgive me"

"Shit, you're a total kid."

Philip peeked into the girl crying for forgiveness and threw up.

I looked down at the girl feeling sick of it.

He doesn't need to worry about getting sick with this, but his face is full of freckles and he's lean like a chicken gall.

"Well, be patient"

Lucas woke up feeling like he heard a scream.

That's in the tent we set up outside the village.

Some burning smell irritates the nasal cavity.

The smell I used to smell so many times.

"... No way"

I had a bad feeling, and Lucas jumped out of the tent.

Then the village was on fire.

It illuminates the barbarity with which the flames rage in the village.

Men in white military uniforms were killing villagers and committing crimes against women.

More than that, the Kingsguard Knights are ravaging the village.

"You idiot! You guys!

Lucas shouted out loud.

My chest hurts so badly, but I can't wait.

"Legion Leader, what have you done?

"Make that stop!

"Why not?

Even as Lucas points to the village and screams, the deputy has a Kyotong face.

"You need that kind of distraction, don't you?

"You're an idiot too! We attacked a territory declared defenseless, didn't we? What are you gonna do by proving from yourself that you're someone you don't trust! Just stop it!

Lucas returned to the tent and sat in his chair.

Spread the parchment and start writing apologies.

"… do I have to review the plan"

I was going to use this village as a backward stronghold.

Make it a staging area for supplies and give some money to the village woman to do the chores.

That was the plan.

Even so, it's all ruined because of your stupid men.

Baron Trace must be reluctant to provide food.

They won't even admit to using the neighboring village to the south as a base.

Even if you admit it, it takes a day to get to the next village and a day to get to Sylvania.

It will be a feather with a supply route that will take up to four days round trip.

Lucas grabbed the feather pen and pulled out his strength.

I wanted to believe that evil would be judged by righteousness, but maybe evil would perish by its own evil.