Kuro no Senki

Even as the sun set and the surroundings darkened, the general soldiers were moving vigorously in the Imperial Army camp positions.

Burn a bonfire and tear a cloth near it.

The fabric of the tent is thicker than normal.

Cutting is not easy.

Sometimes I accidentally cut off my own hand.

Still, the average soldier can't rest his hands.

Silently, lightly cut the tent to the same size.

The cloth that can be done is transported to the outer edge of the camp position.

Even there, the general soldier serves in the work.

I'm digging the ground to build a moat.

Wrap the dirt out there with a cloth.

Pretty undressed, but complete with earthbags.

I wanted to use needles and yarn if possible and make it a decent bag.

But we don't have enough time for that.

How long will it take just to contact the military commissioner and collect supplies?

There's also the rebel detachment, even if you handled it right away.

There is also anxiety that if we give time, the Imperial Army - Chrono - will once again defy the measures.

So it is, and we have to deal with it as soon as possible.

Roy walks through the camp position checking on the general soldier.

You all right, buddy?

Good luck with that.

I asked for it.

When I hang those words, the general soldier gives me a horrible look.

I guess that's all I'm anxious about.

Is that obvious?

They were sent by the battalion to which they belonged.

Some would have been dispatched, neglected like Richard.

But even such a person has a relationship.

We were separated from our peers who encouraged, fought and built trust in training together.

Besides, dispatchers are a life-threatening battlefield.

I don't know who to trust.

It's like walking in the fog.

I even want to say what Roy said in that situation.

Even if that turns out, it fails to show a fundamental solution.

At least, I hope I win.

If I had won, I could have relieved my anxiety now more if I had been able to hit the lead.

Even so, how is reality?

Rebels - embedded in Chrono's measures, killed and wounded 10,000 mercenaries and also damaged the general soldiers.

Besides, they are missed when transporting wounded general soldiers.

It's the same thing whether you intend to strain Chrono or not.

Whether not all of them, soldiers see it as a rebel margin.

The Empire is losing.

We are compassionate.

Such thoughts erode the body and mind.

I can't say for the most part, but Roy was in the same mood.

It turns backwards and fits into the opponent's measures.

I can't wipe away the anxiety that this operation will fail either.

At a time like this, if I were a true aristocrat, would I be able to remain a tattered young man?

Roy shook his head small.

I shouldn't.

I'm feeling weak.

This is loser thinking.

We have to do something and get out of this thought...

You have to win for that.

We must deliver results.

That should get us out of this weak thinking.

"Lord Roy!

"... oh, Richard"

When I looked over my shoulder, I saw Richard.

Drop your pace just a little.

Not so much. Richard caught up with Roy.

Walk silently for a while.

"Good day, Lord Roy."

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"No, it's very different just for the commander to work for me"

I hope so.

Looking up at the sky, the moon was out at some point.

Exhale small.

I guess it's a little helpful because Richard says so.

He acts as commander at all costs.

It just makes me feel a little easier.

Damn, I'm feeling weak, Roy scolded himself in his heart.

Where did I usually go, doing whatever I wanted?

They called me the absolute king in the arena...

Thin.

Everything feels thin, both in life and what I was counting on.

I don't rely.

I don't have a core.

"How's it going?

"For this minute, we can act as planned."

"I mean, tomorrow."

"Yes."

Richard replied quietly.

"How are the rebels?

"The guys at the field position are as usual. After all, I don't think he's going to strike out."

Richard said in a bewildered, bewildered tone.

Not to say they're not regular soldiers, they killed and wounded 10,000 mercenaries.

It's not strange to get upset.

Nevertheless, the rebels are devoted to defense.

They have good control.

Plus, I have experience.

Damn, he's a pain in the ass.

Don't be alarmed.

"Absolutely."

"What about the rebel detachment?

I'm looking at you from a distance.

Blurring, Richard shuddered.

"Excuse me."

"No, I don't mind. Go on."

"They're staring at me. Fuck that, I'm not doing anything. I said," If we're going to get one step closer, we gotta get out of here. "

"You tried to fight?

"... one of the soldiers ran out of bees"

Richard said groaning.

"I scolded you..."

"No, I don't need any more punishment"

Besides, after time, the meaning of punishment fades.

Punishment must be given promptly.

Especially on the battlefield.

"Thank you"

"Never mind. Is that the only one who ran out of bees?

"Some guys are frustrated or freaking out the other way, but they'll be fine for a while"

"For a while"

"Yeah, for a while."

Well, everything has its limits.

Improving the situation would further stretch the limits.

"What about you?

"I don't feel good. I don't know what to say. I feel like the wolves are after me."

"That's odd to say."

Roy smiled bitterly.

I'm just a little surprised at myself for being funny in this situation.

Being funny means you can still afford it.

Thinking about it just makes me feel a little easier.

"... a wolf"

"It's a cunning wolf."

"Must be."

"Rebels... the Knights of the Thirteenth Kingsguard are experienced."

Richard said in a smug tone.

Indeed, the Knights of the Thirteenth Kingsguard - the Chronos have extensive experience in action.

It is involved in all the battles that have taken place in recent years.

Only the Second Kingsguard Knights, led by Count Ernato, are more experienced than the rest of them.

I hope the Second Kingsguard Knights are here.

Unfortunately, the Second Kingsguard Knights are consolidating their defenses at the border.

Damn, war is nothing short of war.

"What about the assassin?

"I have no information."

Roy replied sighing.

I didn't expect information to gather soon, but I can't stand to have a clue.

Contradictory, but honest feelings.

"You saved me from panic."

"Right."

Richard caged his mouth.

The expression is dark.

I know how you feel.

I can still afford it now.

Trust in Roy is dampening dissatisfaction and anxiety.

But if this state of affairs continues.

The soldiers must panic, no, fall into hysteria and start searching for the killer.

You're a pain in the ass.

"Yeah, really"

Roy accompanies Richard and walks the camp position.

There is still order...

No, and Roy shook his head.

Now we should think about what's going on.

If I don't, I'm going to even think about the dark future after the war.

"Tomorrow."

"Yes, tomorrow"

You know how Roy feels or not, Richard said in the same way as usual.

When the night grew white, preparations began.

General soldiers carry earthbags in their luggage and pile up where enemy archers can't reach them.

Precisely where I don't think the attack will arrive.

Isn't the enemy's range the limit?

Such anxiety springs up.

Roy swallows anxiety and looks at the soldiers with Richard.

The shields are lined up.

Coloring that look is anxiety and fear.

The Shield Corps caused numerous casualties in yesterday's attack.

It's not bad that he hasn't forgotten me because of his anger, but Roy took on his favorite spear.

Being trapped in anxiety and fear is also a problem.

If you're nervous, you're still anxious and scared.

I may not be able to do what I normally do.

The soldier in charge of rescuing the wounded is a nervous face.

It still looks like we can afford it compared to the Shields.

Of course, they would say they couldn't afford it.

Because we have to help the wounded even though the rebels may attack us.

Soldiers carrying earthbags seemed relaxed.

Maybe he thinks he won't have to die if he carries it quickly.

Roy turned his gaze to an obstacle on the right wing of the enemy.

General soldiers are waiting there, just like this one.

The commander raised his hand.

It's a signal that you're ready.

Richard next door opened his mouth.

"... Lord Roy"

"Oh, here we go"

Roy was just a little surprised that he spun the words smoothly.

I thought I'd bite a lot of nervousness...

"Shields! Move on. Huh!

"Whoa! Whoa!

"Ooh! Oh, whoa!

As Richard raised his voice, the Shields began to advance in a tortoise formation.

It must be because of the tension.

I don't have all my voices.

The footprint is also disturbed.

I feel like I'm okay with this.

"We're not all here! Step on the spot!

"Whoa! Whoa!

"Ooh! Oh, whoa!

"Whoa! Whoa!

"Ooh! Oops!"

"Whoa! Whoa!

"Whoa! Whoa!

Following Richard's orders, the Shields began to step on the spot.

At first they weren't aligned, but eventually their voices were aligned.

And the sound of treading on the ground.

"Shields! Move on!"

"Whoa! Whoa!

The shield moves out and the enemy archer releases an arrow.

It's the same arrow rain as yesterday.

An arrow pours down on the shield.

On the shield facing the front, an arrow stands on the shield you put on.

The shield won't stop moving.

Whoa! Whoa! and make a powerful hanging noise and keep going through the rain of arrows.

That way, line up along the obstacle just like yesterday.

Roy exhaled in a ho.

We'll figure it out when we get here.

I had that thought.

"Shields! Open it!"

"Oops!

With Richard's voice on the signal, the shield that was pointing up rises.

That's when one of them dropped his shield.

It sounded louder than necessary.

Of course, the soldier who dropped the shield is not safe.

An arrow pierced his chest, and the soldier struck harder and fell.

"Hih, hippie!

The soldier put his hand on his chest and screamed.

At the next moment, an arrow pierces the ground.

"Hih!"

The soldier screamed briefly and circled his body.

"Let's go!

"Oops!

A soldier in charge of the rescue runs out with a man he thinks is his partner.

But in the meantime, the attacks continue.

It hasn't hit me, but every time an arrow pierced the ground, the soldier screamed.

That's when the soldier with the shield stepped back.

It's the man who was under the soldier whose arrow pierced him.

"Whoa! Whoa!

The shield moves and fills that hole.

"Ouch, ouch, mother!

"You're all right now!

"I'll treat you soon!

The rescue officer put the soldier crying like a child on the stretcher, encouraging him.

"Earthbag!"

"Oops!

The soldiers rush out simultaneously and throw the ear sac into the hole.

I get anxious to be okay with such a rampage, but now I'm wasting my time.

Unfortunately, complete the wall - should I call it a dirt base?

"... I hope we don't get in the way of the enemy"

"Let's hope the defense team"

As Roy shrugged, Richard looked to the right.

Soldiers patrol near the woods.

If you care about that, you'll be able to eliminate it, but that takes time.

I've spent my life buying time.

It's a necessary sacrifice...

"... I guess I'll burn the fire"

"Fire, is it?

"Fire or smoke."

"I see you're dazzled"

Richard said as impressed and Roy was embarrassed and scratched his head.

This is still a good time if you've thought of it beforehand.

It's not something I was praised for.

"I'll arrange it right away"

"I asked for it."

Richard ran towards a soldier who was nearby.

Evening...

"Evil. No. Smoke could have been a failure."

"There's some damage here too, but I think the damage is bigger on the enemy"

I'm sure he hasn't been attacked, but Roy looked around.

You're blessed with luck, the smoke is flowing towards the woods.

The people who have been carrying out night raids were elves and beasts, so the effect will be quite considerable.

But sometimes there is smoke coming here, so I also feel like it was a failure.

At the very least, we should have prepared a cloth to cover our mouths.

Especially since the Shields have their hands blocked.

"But it's been a while."

"Oh, yeah"

Roy nodded, staring forward.

There was a base built to cover the obstacle.

About the height is lower than the chest.

Not in good shape.

If you can't help it, you said the mountains are asymmetrical from left to right.

The mountains have natural beauty, but the defense in front of them is undressed.

If it was a military school, they would reprimand it and demand it be redone.

Fortunately, this isn't a military school, and it's Roy who scores.

That's enough - that's Roy's grading result.

"And then there's the Shields."

"It's an elf!

Someone screams out of Roy's way.

"Shields! Hide!"

"Oops!

When Richard screamed, the shields flipped simultaneously.

It's a terrible speed, not to mention a critical situation.

Or were you practicing?

The shields ran up the defense base and hid behind it.

Slightly late, an arrow pierces where the shield was.

An arrow wrapped in red light.

Soon the red light bursts.

That's when Roy remembered the sight of the Shields being blown away.

But the defense base was shock-proof.

There is no damage to the Shield Squad.

"Shields! Stand up!"

When Richard screamed, the shields climbed the defense base and set up a shield there.

Even so, he bends his body and hides behind his shield.

Roy looked at the enemy's right wing.

Even on the right wing of the enemy, the shields stood shields on the defense base.

Apparently, they've succeeded there, too.

There was no sound, so I guess there was no attack.

Maybe he couldn't do it and attacked.

When I think about it, I think my drinks go down.

Okay, let's go.

"Ha!

Roy accompanies Richard and moves inside the defense base.

Sometimes the shields were shielded, or the inside of the defense was dark.

"Fine, that's sudden."

"Do you want to load more earthen sacs to slow down the slope?

"Please."

"Ha!

Roy knelt near the obstacle - the strut.

Something like a tsu is tangled up in a rather thick strut.

Metallic tsu.

Some have small blades on them, except that they only look like wire.

"... if that's about it"

Roy stood up and shook his favorite spear down into a metal tsu.

The sound of a gashan sounds and a metal tsu shakes.

Shake, but that's all.

"Lord Roy!

I just wanted to give it a try.

Roy apologized to Richard and knelt down again.

Look around where the spear tip hit.

It's scratched, but it's far from breaking both ways.

Perhaps Tsu's deflection will let the shock escape.

Well, now it's impossible to destroy and break through.

"Lucas' husband would have been surprised"

Now he strokes his jaw, remembering the plethora of his late colleagues.

"What do you want to do?

"It doesn't make sense to solve every single one of them."

I don't know where the end is, and it could be fastened with a fastener.

"With a saw from the root -"

"Lord Roy!

"What is it?

"Look at this"

"I don't know what else to do."

When Roy stood up, Richard was looking directly at the strut.

I don't have a good feeling about boulders.

Peeping in the same way, there was after breaking the strut into two pieces.

It seems to be glued with something...

"Damn it! I only have a bad feeling!

Pull the dagger out of his hips and stab him in the adhesive marks.

When I twisted, the strut broke easily.

It was there...

"It's iron."

"Are you serious?"

Roy covered his face with his hands.

I thought I'd do it this far, but Chrono would.

Somehow, it's like burying a jar in the ground.

Besides, in a situation where you don't know if it helps.

"- Huh!"

Suddenly, Richard ran out and stuck a dagger in the strut.

Confirm one after the other and exhale deeper than this.

"All of it?

"Yes."

"Thoroughly."

Roy threw up.

"What do you want to do?

"You have to dig it up and pull it out."

"Right."

Richard said groaning.

His throat is annoying, Richard put his hand on his throat.

I can't help it. They keep burning trees during the day.

He is careful not to smoke and moisturizes his throat on the vertebrae, but it still affects him.

"... nevertheless"

How deep is it, Richard peered into the hole.

It's a hole I dug along the pillar of the obstacle.

Two meters is supposed to be digging, but I still can't see the end.

Tomorrow morning - I want it over by the time the night is white.

That's the honest feeling.

If you take the time, the rebels will hit something with their hands.

No, I don't mind you hitting me in the hand.

That's what fighting is all about.

The problem is morale.

The general soldiers here, including myself, were sent by the battalion to which they belonged.

Because of this, the sense of union is rare.

At the very least, I think we should have trained.

If you scratch sweat in the same way and speak out, your sense of union increases.

I don't know the exact rationale, but it is.

And this sense of union strengthens the soldiers.

Conversely, soldiers without a sense of union are weak.

No, should I say I'm weak as an army?

Now - the soldiers here are the U.N. crowd.

Besides, he's a soldier who desperately suppressed his fears.

On top of this, if the rebels hit me...

It's horrible just thinking about it.

What's even scarier is that the Legion Leader and his aides are off the lead.

I guess the Legion Leader thought that soldiers might not be able to move if they didn't cut ahead.

I may not be able to move.

It's only a prediction.

Maybe if I actually tried it, I could figure it out.

Of course, there is a possibility that nothing can be done about it.

Ha, and Richard sighed.

If they're both dead, it's over.

The Imperial Army disintegrates.

I want to do something and just help Roy.

If Roy is alive, he can stay in shape as an army.

I didn't see him like that, but Richard looked up at the night sky.

It's something you can't count on rumors, and the actual Roy was someone you could talk to.

Whatever you say or do, your sensibilities are decent.

Even if you subtract the point that you have it hanging in your eyes.

Such a person participates in reckless assaults.

I'm not convinced.

It doesn't match the image.

"... Huh."

Richard sighed deeply about what to do.

The next morning, when Roy left the camp position fully armed, the obstacles on both wings had been removed.

The slope of the earth base also seems to be either heartless or loose.

Probably loaded with new earthbags.

This made it easier to storm.

Roy headed to the enemy left wing - always the one overseeing it.

Look at the removed obstacle and gently open your eyes.

That is also because the length of the strut exceeded five meters.

How can I punch something like this into the ground?

Doubts arise.

"... I don't care"

Roy shrugged small.

Rebels - the Chronos had time.

An empire like no other has given me time.

I felt like I could punch in enough struts to have as many as five meters given that.

Patrol your gaze.

But there's no sign of Richard.

Is he taking over to his men and taking a break?

It's a possible story.

Richard is stuffed.

If you don't take a break at a time like this, you'll be crushed.

"What are you doing?

"... you're the one"

When I was called from behind and looked back, Archena stood.

I'm not wearing armor.

He is dressed in white military uniform, a testament to the Kingsguard Knights.

I am overwhelmed by the clear look on my face.

I thought it was beautiful.

I never thought a man who was ready would be more beautiful.

Has the readiness changed Archena?

For example, how can I be in this state?

After all, is it because of birth and growth?

"It's a beautiful day"

"... right"

Roy looked up at the sky.

Same as yesterday, with a clear blue sky in winter.

"I asked for the rest."

"Come on, are you going to go alone?

"... oh, you did"

Archena smiled small.

It's like...

Archena hid behind the defense and waited for that time.

No, is it weird to wait?

Because it is up to me at what time to storm.

I hear rough breaths coming from behind me.

It belongs to my men.

Behind us are the Third Kingsguard Knights, the Fourth Kingsguard Knights, including Roy, and 10,000 general soldiers.

On the other side - 10,000 general soldiers are withheld on the enemy's right wing.

I'm sorry, I think.

Particularly for members of the Third Kingsguard Knights.

On the other hand, I am proud to have had such a subordinate.

I wasn't a good commander when I thought of it.

I wasn't even a good nobleman.

He was not accommodating and possessed of deviant values.

I wish I could have been proud of that being me.

That way at least I'll be saved.

But sadly Archena didn't like herself.

Goho, and someone coughed.

It must be because we are burning trees to block the sight of our enemies.

Archena woke up...

"Assault, no, no, no, no!

Archena screamed and ran out.

"Ohhhh!

"Gah!"

"Ggah!"

My men rush out with the roar, but some fell with a short scream.

An arrow of rebels flew in through the smoke.

"Move on. Heh!

"Whoa, whoa!

Archena ran with her spear clenched.

My body is light.

I feel like I've shredded off something extra.

Through the smoke, an arrow flies in.

And the stones.

My men scream, but Archena moves her legs.

I don't even think about whether my men are following me.

Move your legs, anyway.

I unexpectedly remembered my father - Maysan Dios.

Exemplary aristocrats.

That was my father's cliche, but Archena didn't know what exemplary nobility was.

My father, who speaks so, was far removed from exemplary aristocracy.

My father was hysterical, violent, and a bearer of values as skewed as he was.

Among other things, he hated being broken the rules.

When I say rules, they are not explicitly cultured.

It's my rule.

In short, mood.

My father was in the mood by the time he was morbid.

It's hard work not to break the invisible.

In fact, Archena was beaten many times by her father.

I used to admire knights in stories, but even that touched my father's wrath.

It was around the age of ten that I understood that my father hated the new nobility.

Perhaps something happened on the battlefield.

I didn't want to know why.

It was more important to develop a standing behavior that prevented you from being subjected to violence.

Anyone will be desperate to see a servant killed in front of them.

I thought it was no good being like my father.

But what do you mean?

I would have been like my father if I had noticed.

It was hysterical, violent, and fruitful as a bearer of biased values.

I see the face of my father in my words and deeds.

That just gave me a heartbeat.

"Previous! Forward!

Archena runs screaming.

Soon the arrows began to fly in from the front.

My shoulders are hot, my throat is hot.

My whole body was hot.

I even wonder how this happened.

But the mood is clear.

Contradictory, but that's who I am.

I admired those who broke the rules with disgust.

I thought I envied the way I lived in exile.

Of course, we would say that the person in question is not an enviable way of life.

Otherwise.

I think that's a good idea.

That's fine.

So...

Smoke broke off, and in front of him was the figure of an animal man with a crossbow.

The Beast Man unleashed an arrow looking this way.

Smoke clears up.

It was the bodies of countless - third Kingsguard Knights - that were falling there.

Archena was dead.

It was a short distance from reaching enemy field positions.

Roy looked at it flashly.

Flying arrows pierce the ground.

"... why?

Roy shrugged.

Archena, the Third Kingsguard Knights stormed, and they continued.

I ran desperate not to be left behind.

I moved my legs desperately.

"Why is Archena dead and I'm standing here like this?

Roy screamed.

Impossible.

Impossible.

This can't happen.

I was going to die.

I was going to die with Archena.

I liked Archena.

I liked the guy who runs out of bees and goes in.

I liked Archena for making me feel that fever when I duelled to take my mother's revenge.

I wondered if Archena would feel the fever again.

"... oh"

That fever, Roy groaned.

I know.

I knew it.

That I can't touch that fever.

I also had a calm self when I was being driven by emotions.

That calm self screams.

It's dangerous.

He said we should leave here.

Decide on a battle before the regulars wake up.

That's why I climbed down to the absolute king of the arena.

That's my weapon.

I didn't think the assault would succeed the moment the enemy archers launched the attack.

I didn't think I could handle an attack from both sides.

"Lord Roy!

"Why, Archena..."

"Let's get out of here! Assault failed!

Roy pointed to Archena's body, but Richard didn't get it together.

"Let's go!

"Let go."

Richard grabs my arm and tries to shake it.

But I couldn't.

Not because he was strong.

There was no force in my arm.

Besides - reason was suing him that he shouldn't put his men at risk.

"... ok"

"Thank you. Let's get out of here."

You don't have to hurry. I'm not going to get killed.

Roy walks out with his heels back.

Despite the smoke clearing, the arrows don't hit.

Just pierce the ground.

"... dammit"

Roy threw up.

I was spotted.

I was spotted leaving myself to my emotions not to go into it.

It was brought to life on it.

When? When? I was spotted.

When we first met, in the arena, or when we discussed it?

I'm sure Chrono knows.

Roy is also thinking of making an application for withdrawal...

Night - Ralph signed the paperwork and sighed.

It is advisable to serve concurrently as Director of Military Affairs and Treasury.

I'm old.

I think so all of these days.

A little more patience, I reach for the cup.

Drink incense tea and smile.

It was completely cold.

I'm the one who left it, but I feel like I lost it.

Do you want to re-brew, or do you want to fall asleep?

The sound of knocking on the door sounded as I floated my hips trying to re-brew it.

I guess there's been trouble.

That's big, too.

It was a knockout with chopped wings enough to make me feel that way.

Ralph sat in his chair and corrected his residence.

"Get in!"

"Ha! Excuse me!

A deputy came in at the right time to say it out or not.

I stretch my spine and salute him, but he was so broken that I didn't think he was from military school.

"I got a letter from Assistant Commander Roy!

"Come on, come on."

"Ha!

The deputy walked over early and placed the letter on his desk.

Ralph took the letter with his trembling hand.

What the hell happened?

It won't be a report of defeating the rebels.

I have a bad feeling.

It was experienced many times during the civil unrest.

It's no longer close to certainty.

Still, spread the letter with a glimmer of hope.

Read the text with a sense of awkwardness -.

"What are you talking about?"

Ralph groaned.

The deputy doesn't hear anything.

I guess it's because I hear it from the soldiers in the preaching.

"What are you talking about?"

Squeeze again.

The letter said that the Commander of the Archena Army had died in battle.

Said he stormed enemy field positions and died a spectacular battle.

"... why"

Why swallow the word "disobeyed" in your place?

I did not order Archena to die.

That's the job of a general soldier.

I didn't understand why you did such a pointless imitation.

What I don't understand any more is Roy's suggestion.

It is not a request for soldiers or supplies.

We should withdraw - in summary, that will happen.

My body is hot.

It's like fire.

No, not even fire is enough.

Again, once again, I was hit by a new nobleman.

On top of that, Roy Akbens says he wants to retreat while leaving over 20,000 soldiers behind.

Oh, my God, are you cowardly?

Usually this is what happens when you have to have a big attitude.

Is there no will of the old aristocrats?

Don't you want me to give you back your new nobility?

Withdrawal, etc. - What a sexy man.

I wouldn't have made you an assistant if I knew this was going to happen.

You're useless! It's useless! and curse in my heart.

It's ruined because of Roy Akbens.

I get slapped in the pussy again for incompetence.

What the hell, I wish I had died with Archena.

No, maybe he killed Archena to escape.

It's important that the Legion Leader dies.

This is the first time since the current military system.

He may therefore have thought that this could be a reason to recommend a withdrawal.

If we finish this fight, we need to find out thoroughly...

Ralph leaned against his back and exhaled.

Then the deputy officer offered me a handkerchief.

"What?"

"My lips are cut"

I sniff my lips with my fingers at the words of my deputy and smell the smell.

Iron smell.

Apparently, he was chewing his lips off without even knowing it himself.

Pressing the mouth, the handkerchief was stained with blood.

What is such a deep wound...

"If you don't mind, I'll get the pills?

"Not necessary"

Ralph took the feather pen and wrote a letter on parchment paper.

Stand by until you have instructions.

This would force us to obey.

Anticipate when it dries, round it in a barrel, and tie it with a string.

And, of course, the wax.

"... deliver this to the Assistant Commander of the Roy Corps"

"From now on?

When Ralph offered the letter, the deputy gave the look as if he was confused.

That's a disgusting look.

It resembles the look on the face of the nobles when they refused orders during the civil unrest.

That's when they say they're dangerous, they don't know the crime scene.

I know that, so I control the tip and open my mouth.

"From now on"

"Okay."

The deputy stepped out of the office when he took the letter.

He looked like he said something, but he must have been going to say he couldn't.

"... nevertheless"

The smell of iron spreads in my mouth.

Looks like she cut her lips off again.

Abominable, he throws up while holding his mouth down with a handkerchief.

Mouthless, chews lips harder.

Even though he did it again, he was made a new nobleman.

The humiliation that used to befall burned my body from the inside out.

"... but"

I haven't lost.

Not yet, I haven't lost.

You just have to win.

And there's a trump card left in this hand.