Kuro no Senki

Early in the morning - an injured passes in front of Roy.

Some bow down as if exhausted, and some bow their heads lightly.

And, of course, those who stare with their hate-colored eyes.

I don't think I have a choice.

He admitted to beating them to hell as an assistant regimental commander.

They have a right to resent.

No, is it true that you want me to resent you?

The wounded passing in front of him get in the carriage with the help of a general soldier.

No one came to stare at me even after I got in the carriage.

From camp positions to carriages.

It's only a short distance away, but that may have drained my health.

Roy took it to the spear and looked at the body being carried on a stretcher.

A general soldier stacks his body in a carriage.

He seems somewhat concerned, but I think it looks like luggage.

That's when the body saw this one.

My neck would have just moved on the loaded clap.

Or rigid after death.

But to Roy it seemed like the will of the dead.

I was wondering why you didn't stop me.

I wondered why you kept quiet.

I just wanted to live a better life than I do now.

I felt like I was suing you.

Exhale small.

Illusion.

The dead don't get angry, they don't mourn, they don't hate.

Death is over.

I'm supposed to understand that, but I don't get the feeling.

"... Phew"

Again, exhale.

I feel more worn out dropping off the dead.

Maybe it's because I remember my mother who was murdered.

"... here we go"

"What's wrong?

"This way."

Roy answered Richard, who at some point stood next to him.

Instead of feeling worn out, I change my perception.

Otherwise, you can't be unaware of Richard's existence.

"How's that?

"The wounded have been recovered and treated"

"What about the body collection?

"Continuing..."

Richard caged his mouth.

If you want to work hard to retrieve the body, I want to put the soldiers to rest.

Maybe that's what you're thinking.

Evil. No, but I need you to keep retrieving the body.

"Understood."

"... no evil"

"No, I think it's a natural emotion"

Richard smiled bitterly and gave a hazy look.

"What's wrong with you?

"Oh, no, the..."

How difficult it is to say, Richard caged his mouth.

"Tell me if you have anything to worry about."

"Oh yes, usually wounded soldiers are housed in hospitals in Teito..."

Richard once again caged his mouth.

He's right, the wounded soldiers are to be transported to Teito and put in hospital.

But the casualties to be transported this time are not regular soldiers.

Mercenaries collected by the Director of the Bowties Treasury with gold - a floater.

I suppose you're wondering if they'll throw you out when you arrive in Empire City.

"Don't worry about that. Me and Archena wrote a letter together. They fought for the Empire, so treat me like a regular soldier."

"Really?"

Richard gave a horrible look.

I thought you weren't interested in the wounded, but you didn't.

Not a high priority, but I want to help if I can.

Is that what it looks like?

"Do you want me to say hello to the person in charge? You don't mean synchronizing military schools, do you?

"Unfortunately"

Richard had a troubled look on his face.

I'm also sorry to hear that as Roy.

I could have asked if I had any luck.

I should have taken more care of people's edges if this were to happen.

Well, now.

In the first place, the inheritance of the Earl of Akbens is itself like a mistake.

A bowl just came around to me, a common son, because my rightful successor died successively.

If my brothers had children, I would have been an officer while my superiors were smoking me.

No, was it even a caution stick in the tavern?

I thought about it that way, so I was lighter on the edge than the military school synchronization.

I deserve the situation right now.

At that time, I thought it was the right thing to do.

If I could go back in time, I would make a similar mistake.

And you're gonna regret this.

Maybe humans make mistakes because they think they're right, and they're bitter creatures on their asses.

"Lord Roy?

"Oh, oh, what?

"No, because it seemed boisterous. I'll go say hello, if you don't mind?

"It's not like that. I was just a little lost."

"Is it a thought?

"Well, even a guy like me thinks a lot."

Richard said as if he was confused, and Roy glanced lightly over his shoulder.

"You ask me to retrieve the body."

"Understood."

"I asked for it."

Roy slapped Richard on the shoulder and headed to the beginning of the train line.

Just in case, check that the wagon is equipped with a wooden stick with a white cloth tied to it.

I don't think I forgot to install it on the boulder.

We'll get to the beginning in a while.

There was the captain of the supply squad - Peter on the horse and waiting.

You look pale.

It's earthy through pale.

Forty percent of the food has been burned.

I guess you don't care what punishment you get.

"Hey!"

……

Speak up, but Peter is staring forward with a bow.

You said you weren't here.

"Hey!"

"- Huh!"

Speaking again, Peter fell off the horse.

There are some replenishment squad members around, but no one to laugh at.

I guess it's because he thinly realizes what punishment he's going to get.

"Are you all right?

"Oh, yes, I'm fine"

Peter rose cursorily.

"Lord Roy, what can I do for you?

"Oh, thank you for transporting the wounded"

"Oh, yes, of course."

Peter's expression is vain.

"As for your disposition..."

"... Yes"

"I advised you not to impose severe punishment"

"Ho, is that true?

"Oh, I'm not gonna throw up."

Roy nodded.

Peter was ambushed by the rebels and burned 40% of his food.

Force majeure, to say the least.

And yet, if I make a tough disposition, the talent pays off.

"Oh, so firm"

"Yes, thank you"

I get angry back in Peter's face.

It looks like it's still bad.

But this would bring me back to Empire City without killing myself or running away.

"Captain! Injured and corpse confinement is over!

"Okay!

A voice echoed from behind and Peter replied out loud.

"It's ugly..."

"Never mind."

Peter told him to groan and Roy answered lightly as he served.

"That's what you can say..."

"I asked for it."

"Ha!

Peter jumped on the horse when he saluted.

Peter advances the horse without alarm as he circles his gaze.

I wouldn't be attacked by rebels if I had a stick tied with a white cloth.

That's what I hear.

I guess it's true.

In fact, it's because the rebels haven't attacked us so far.

Still, I doubt it.

Naturally.

My life is at stake.

So the other person - there's no way you can believe the enemy.

However, the Assistant Commander of the Roy Regiment negotiated with the rebel commander.

Without going through the messenger.

The value of life is much higher in Roy.

That means he was more likely to be deceived.

Well, that's the same for them.

They negotiated in a situation where they could be deceived.

It's not the same boldness.

I'm sure this is the difference between a replenishment captain and one who commands an army.

Moving the horse further, we finally see the walls of the Imperial City.

The walls look reliable, either because they were ambushed by rebels.

After a while...

"Captain, it's Empire!

"... oh"

One of his men raised his voice and Peter replied sighingly.

Maybe they think I'm so frustrated that I don't know where I am.

I can't help it.

It made me look so unusual.

Stretch your spine thinking about it now.

Dive through the castle gate and head to Alphirk Castle.

The people on the road stop and look here.

It was a terrible gaze.

Not a good gaze toward soldiers who fought for their lives and returned.

Many of my men are dead.

Some people could not help but think of themselves as young, children.

I wanted a gentler gaze because I'm sympathetic and good.

But I also knew it would be difficult.

We took food away from the capital.

The price of food is soaring.

If we try them, we're just like thieves.

It's also imperially approved.

I can't complain face to face.

I suppose I should think of it as your word if it's enough to be looked at.

Peter leaned down and strained his chest.

It was a vanity.

But if I lean down, my men lean down, too.

Even if the inhabitants of Imperial Capital didn't understand, they did their part with their lives at stake.

At the very least, I feel more and more miserable if we don't think we've done as much work as we do.

Besides, I thought if you were an assistant commander of the Roy Corps, you'd get your chest up.

New town, through the old town.

Alfilc Castle is right in front of you.

Peter stopped the horse in front of the jump bridge and went down to the ground.

Walk over to the Kingsguard knight who serves as a gatekeeper, stretch out his spine and salute him.

"It's Peter, the Supply Squad Captain! Finished the supply and returned!

The gatekeeper gave a distracted look and stretched his spine to salute him.

It was a brilliant salute that the Kingsguard Knight deserved.

"I have received a letter from the Assistant Commander of the Legion! After you, Chief of Military Affairs!

"Okay. Thank you very much."

When Peter offered the letter with a trembling hand, the gatekeeper lifted the salute.

And I received it in an unsolicited manner.

To be honest, I wanted you to take it more politely.

The gatekeeper turned his heel back as he turned his gaze to the other.

"Once we get back to the barracks..."

"No, you can't do that"

"What... oh, you know what?"

The gatekeeper just nodded that the point had been made.

You must have seen a large number of wounded and a pile of bodies over Peter's shoulder.

What shall I do with a heap of wounded and dead people?

Especially with the wounded.

You can't move until you hear that.

"... is it that bad?

"I... haven't looked closely"

I couldn't afford to get my hands on myself to see how the battlefield was going.

I'm sorry to say that I'll be entrusted with a team.

This is why I can't do it.

"I don't mind if I pinch it in my ear..."

……

The gatekeeper said sorry, Peter fished his memory.

Well, it can't be that this is all dead and not terrible...

"I heard the mercenaries were wiped out. Survived..."

"Are you serious?

"Yeah, yeah, well"

Peter nodded vaguely.

I don't have to wonder if the Kingsguard knight can use the word 'seriously'.

Unlike general soldiers, Kingsguard knights are elites.

Different personalities in the first place.

Even the gatekeeper in front of you must be from a famous family.

The truth is that I want the elite to care about what they say and do.

"... you failed"

The Kingsguard knight said blurry.

I still want you to worry about what you say and do like an elite.

Now we look like idiots.

That said, the mood is understandable, and I would have thought the same thing if I were in his shoes.

Well, aside from saying it...

Peter sighed small and looked up at the walls.

"... annihilated"

Ralph glanced at the letter all the time and looked so miserably.

I didn't expect it, but I get angry at the incompetence of the mercenaries.

I wouldn't have thought you were incompetent if you had discovered the weakness of enemy field positions.

I thought I could use it.

Well done, I may have built one of the prayer monuments.

But the mercenaries challenged each other with 10,000 men, and only proved that the defense of the enemy was strong.

I wasted my rice, flicked out the shit, and even squandered my meds.

So, say the enemy's defense is strong.

Damn it, I've never been frightened of incompetence.

I get revulsion.

If you only have this level of ability, it makes sense to eat it up.

Moreover, 40% of the food is said to be burned.

No, I can't help burning it down.

It's painful, but that's what fighting is all about.

The ambush, well, I can't help it.

We're fighting.

The enemy harnessed the manoeuvre of the cavalry and engaged in rear agitation.

You can praise it as a tactic that understands the characteristics of a cavalry.

The problem is that the surrounding lords made the enemy cavalry bare.

They were selling their charm to the rebels while pretending to follow the Empire.

An unforgivable sin.

"... Kuh"

Memories of the civil unrest were inadvertently revived, and Ralph groaned.

Nobles (scumbags) who disobeyed while saying they would obey orders.

Incompetence (scumbags) twitched that the operation was bad while running away.

The scumbags look down on you for winning because of the mercenary regiment.

Those people made me incompetent.

He was looked down on by an imbecile who didn't even know what the tactics were.

Years, years, years. - Huh!

A vividly revived memory of humiliation burned Ralph's brain, his body from the inside out.

"- Huh!"

Ralph returned to me hah.

My whole body is soaking wet.

Shake your head small and correct your residence.

We shouldn't think about the old days now.

We finally got a chance.

I cannot return the stigma or inscribe my name in history without sinking my anger and spinning my wisdom.

It's all right.

I have an order for this to happen.

Ralph grabbed the order with a trembling hand in small pieces and opened his mouth.

"... arrange food."

"Ha, ha"

The deputy frowned as if confused.

"What?"

"Bowties, the Treasurer..."

"Oh, okay, okay. You don't have to tell everyone."

Ralph blocked his men from speaking.

When you spend money on an extraordinary basis, you need a ruling from the Bowties Treasurer.

He thought he could sign it on the battlefield, but unfortunately, he's a prisoner.

The letter described him as a brave and resolute assault and a struggle vain and captive, but he must have been caught poking around in the face of a fool.

After all, should we have stopped Alfort?

No, it's no use.

If they say thoughtlessly about the murdered wife and son, they will snort without a word or two.

That's the kind of man that is.

I think about whether I would decide to have been killed, and I immediately reconsider.

If I do that, I will be swept under my feet.

"... but"

I whine in my heart about whether I need to strengthen my authority to fight more freely.

If you falsify the death of the Bowties Treasurer, it will be pursued.

The same goes for instructing my men.

But if it's accidental...

With that in mind, the deputy opened his mouth with a snack.

"... the Secretary of the Military Directorate"

"What?"

"What about the wounded and the bodies?

"Injured, etc..."

I almost told him to leave me alone and shut his mouth.

If we succeed, we can strengthen our authority.

A favor of luck, like a beating, but it doesn't hurt to fail.

No, I didn't.

Worth a try.

"Think of a response. For a while... wait till evening"

"Ha!

The deputy replied and turned back his heel.

"What do you mean?

Peter asked back to the gatekeeper who had just returned.

"So wait till evening"

"No! They're hurt, aren't they?

"Even I know that"

The gatekeeper glanced at him like a muck and sighed small.

"I know, but it's an order."

"Me, no, I was asked by the Assistant Legion Leader to talk about them. Besides, they need treatment. Some have been burned, some have been shot with arrows, some have been blown away by a blast. I might not keep it until evening."

"Hey, you know it's no use, right?

The gatekeeper said in a gentle voice seeking understanding.

Of course, I know.

Orders are absolute in the military.

If the military commissioner says to wait until the evening, we must obey.

Whatever you say is useless.

"You did your job. Go back to the barracks with your men."

"But..."

"Corner, you're willing to wave your chances on the stick even though you didn't have to be punished? Think carefully. You followed the orders of the Assistant Legion Leader. All you have to do is follow the military commissioner's orders. Take full account of the soldiers. Just think about it."

"Oh, oh..."

Peter raised his voice low and drooped.

If you're an assistant corps leader, you must be kidding me.

"You did a great job. It's true. It's not a lie."

"... Yes"

The gatekeeper knocked on his shoulder as he labored, and Peter nodded.

Turn back your heels and head under your men.

At a time like this, you would resist being convinced if you were an Assistant Legion Leader.

But Peter is the captain of the supply team.

I'm not an Assistant Legion Leader.

I feel sorry for myself.

And pity.

But I was relieved.

I feel light.

Freed from pressure to be severely punished.

I made him plead for the wounded, knowing it was futile.

I did my job.

It's like this.

I am a human being to this extent.

Maybe he was just influenced by the Assistant Legion Leader.

Well, on second thought, Assistant Legion Leader comes from a famous family.

You are allowed to behave with some of my behavior.

It must be working after calculating it.

You look really stupid.

When I got back to the horse, my men approached me as a jerk.

"... Captain"

"We're leaving."

Answer with a sense of fatigue.

"But the wounded..."

"Our work is done."

"... but"

Peter sighed deeply.

"There's nothing we can do. Or do you give money for these guys?

"Yes, no, that's... I can't"

"Right? That's why I can't. I can't do anything. If I tell you to wait till evening, you have to obey."

Peter pushed his men away and turned to the horse.

As he jumped on the horse, his men opened their mouths once again.

"What do you do with the carriage?

"Only retrieve the horses."

".................. ha"

Quite a while later my men replied.

Roy dropped off his last body as he leaned against a crippled obstacle.

Even if I say I dropped him off, the supply team has returned to the Imperial City, so the bodies will be lined up outside the camp position.

Richard came after a while.

He saluted that he would stop in front of Roy.

It's a brilliant salute that tells the story of being from a military school.

"The body has been recovered"

"... right"

Roy exhaled small.

"When will the Bowties Treasurer be released? Besides, the attack..."

Because of the nervousness, Richard swallowed up gokuli and saliva.

"Get out of my shoulder."

"I know... are you well?

"Well, you're gonna be okay."

Roy looked up at the sky.

I see a cloth tied to a spear and a shining sun in Jomtien.

It would also be possible to attack, saying that the truce is already over.

I don't do that because I'm not going to attack you.

"- Huh!"

Richard breathed and Roy looked back slowly.

Then Chrono and Minotaur came out of the field position.

Minotaur has a person on his shoulder - the director of the Bowties Treasury.

They appear to have been disarmed, but not detained.

Bumping my hands and feet like a child.

It won't be my fault Minotaur seems annoying.

Chrono and the others arrive under the Roys after a while.

"Good, dude! '(Buzz!

Minotaur dropped Bowties Treasurer on this side.

At the next moment, Bowties Treasurer stuck to Minotaur.

"Now! Kill this sub while I'm holding him down!

"......" (Buku ~)

Minotaur scratched his head at first sight.

"Don't worry about me! Do it. Huh!

"At this rate since yesterday. You're so noisy talking about noble pride and not being humiliated by prisoners alive."

Chrono said, as fed up - I guess I'm actually fed up.

"It's time for you to stop?

"What are you talking about! Now's your chance!

"Okay."

"Oh! Do you understand me?

"We're leaving, Richard."

Roy sighed and turned back his heel.

"Are you sure?

"I don't mind."

"Okay."

Richard looked panicked, but soon followed.

"Hey! Please pick it up!

"I don't want it - do what you want from me! Cook, simmer, peel, then slip salt in, go on your own!

Shortly after Roy screamed, a scream rang from behind.

Bowties, it's the Treasurer's scream.

"Ma, wait!

That said, Bowties Treasurer turned to the front of Roy.

"Why don't you fight?

"Well, that's because I'm promising a truce."

"If we kill them now, it won't be an empire victory!

"There will be Empress Tilia."

Certainly Chrono and that Minotaur would be important figures for the rebels.

But the most important person is Empress Tilia.

And Roy looked over his shoulder at Richard.

I need someone I can negotiate for when I have to.

"It's my wife's feud, isn't it?

"... you know"

Roy scratched his head.

I was sympathetic at first, and I thought I could do it with help.

But in the last few days, I've changed my mind.

I have no sympathy for this guy, and I can't help him.

"If you're so angry, do it yourself."

"I would if I could!

Bowties Treasurer vandalized his voice, but it's hilarious.

Only he/she has not noticed the amusement.

"You're not trying, are you?

"Say what! I gathered 10,000 mercenaries for my personal possessions!

"Ah, splendid. But you've really fought your own woman and kid, haven't you?

Polar theory, you could have pretended to be a prisoner and blew yourself up with a magic item.

I didn't do it because my life matters.

He called for vengeance while he was safe.

How can you help him like that?

I'll lend you a spear if you're angry. Come on.

"Well, isn't that a dog dying then!

Bowties Treasurer shouted in a rubbed voice.

"Maybe we can work this out now, huh?

I look behind my back over my shoulder again.

The Chronos are still looking at this one.

I might be able to take revenge now.

Low probability, but not zero.

"Here's your chance, huh? If we miss this, they'll pull us into the back of the field."

"Ugh, ugly, ugly..."

Bowties Treasurer groaned sloppily and sweating.

"What's up?

"And excuse me!

When Roy inquired, Bowties Treasurer turned back his heel.

"What are you going to do?

"Aren't you going to find the right reason and run back to the Empire City?

Roy sighed small and looked up at the sky.

"Hey, how long do we have to do this?

Jose spoke to the man sitting next to him.

The surroundings are dim and the air is cold.

It freezes as it is.

Should I have moved somewhere?

No, I shake my head.

What if someone comes while I'm away from this place?

You wouldn't believe me if I claimed to have fought as a mercenary.

Not only can't you handle the wound, you can't even get the money.

That's what I thought, so I'm waiting with my knees in the carriage.

"Hey, how long do we have to do this?

……

Jose asked the man next door again.

I'm not expecting a response.

Because the man next door is burned and wrapped around his whole body with a bandage.

"Hey, I..."

"Uh-oh."

It was the man sitting face-to-face who blocked Jose's words.

"That's the way to go. I just talked to the guy next door, so why do you have to tell me that?"

"Because he's dead."

When Jose said back, the man told him to throw up.

Dead? and hands on the mouth of the man next door.

I don't feel anything.

The man wasn't breathing.

He was dead.

"... oh"

Jose exhaled small.

My emotions didn't move as surprisingly.

Is that obvious?

A man is not a friend or anything.

It's just a matter of getting on board.

After all, humans are dying for nothing.

I meant to know, but when I can poke reality, I feel like I'm sinking.

More, I even wonder if something could happen.

At that time...

"Bowties, the Treasurer is here!

A voice rang from somewhere, and Jose went down to the ground withstanding the burn pain.

Bowties Treasurer rode his horse and approached us.

"Treasurer!

"- Huh!"

Someone popped up and Bowties Treasurer pulled the reins.

The horse is gone, I can float my forelegs.

"Oh, my God, you!

"Please let me get treatment soon. The burns are cramping."

"Oh, my God, you know what?"

Bowties Treasurer told me to throw up.

"Oh, no?

"I'm busy."

Bowties Treasurer tried to move the horse forward, but he couldn't.

Soon my people surrounded me.

"... treat me"

"Please. Please let me go to the hospital."

"Doctor, I need a doctor"

"The burns are cramping."

"I can't move my arm."

"Give me the money, give me the money"

"Ugh, shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!

Bowties Treasurer aroused like a child.

"By and large, why should I pay!

"No!"

"You promised!

"That's right! That's right!

"You couldn't have done anything! These garbage scraps! You said you couldn't do anything. You gave me money? No kidding!

"Co, this!

A man can grab it...

"Gah!"

Short screams, buttcakes on.

Bowties Treasurer pulled out his sword and slashed it.

"Wouldn't you appreciate just having a full stomach meal!

"Don't kid me!

Another man grabs it, Bowties Treasurer slashes it.

The slashed man got his ass cake the same way.

But I wasn't the only one who grabbed it.

"Ki, you guys!

"Money! Give me the money!

"Pay properly!

Bowties Treasurer was pulled down from his horse and screwed up.

I try to get away with it while being grabbed by a lot of people, but it's a waste of resistance.

"Give me the money!

"Why are you...

The director of the Bowties Treasury was unable to utter words until the end.

Because Jose punched him in the back of the head with the stone he picked up.

As if the yarn had been cut, the director of the Bowties' Treasury can.

Was it a bad beating, and it doesn't even work with Pickle.

"Keh, it's a sword! We can sell them high!

"It's a ring!

"Shoes!

"Clothes look expensive too!

My people flock to the director of the Bowties Treasury, who stopped moving.

It's like an ant hits a prey.

"Hey, you guys!

The gatekeeper screamed, and Jose and the others fled.

Jose was running in a dim alley holding his shoes.

If we get this far, we'll be fine, and we'll stop.

Look down at your shoes and distort your face.

Just one.

Someone took the other away.

Zero pounding and tears.

Oh, my God, you're unlucky.

Fight with your life on the line, even burn, and the reward won't be enough for this.

I have no choice.

I can see underfoot, but let's sell this for dinner.

That's what I think and step out.

But I couldn't move on.

The wall was blocking the way to go.

Jose pushed the wall as he panicked in the middle.

But the walls are frightening.

Eventually, Jose realized he was down.

A stone painted with blood is rolling in front of me.

Perhaps this hit him directly in the head.

Patrol your gaze.

There are people standing around.

"So, someone..."

Reach for salvation.

My hands make the void worse...

"You son of a bitch!

"Take the food!

"Soldiers are just big bums!

The stone flew along with the curse.

Jose tried to escape, but he couldn't.

I guess it was a bad beating.

My body is powerless.

Jose continued to be cursed and stoned without the art of exchange.

It took a lot of time until I lost consciousness.