Kuro no Senki

Tilia woke up with the sound of kacha.

Myra must have come to wake me up with a meal.

If you don't wake up. I have to appeal to you that you're awake and feeling better.

If you don't, they may ask you to treat me on the southern border.

Nothing so much could be done yesterday.

Say what you did and you'll be at the meeting, enough to talk to Gaul.

I've been flattered ever since.

I ate and bathed in the water, but I'm not saying this did anything.

At least for Tilia.

Even now, regret springs up.

At least I should have read the book.

It's what others think they're studying if they keep the book open even if the content doesn't come into their head.

How could you not do that much?

I try to wake my body up frustrated by regret, but even that feels like a hundred million hijackings.

It's as if your body is integrated with the bed.

I remember when I was locked away in the main tower.

The days there were unimaginably comfortable from the word claustrophobic.

It was well cleaned and the meal was delicious.

I think it would have been quite distracting if I thought about it now.

I'm sure Alcor didn't mean to kill Tilia.

That said, there were times when I felt destroyed.

The situation now is very similar to that.

Wake up, wake up. guts, inspiring myself.

I manage to wake up my body and exhale deeply.

Tiredness seems to be creeping up to the core of the body.

Myra placed a tray on the table that was by her bedside and lowered her head deeply.

"Good morning, ma'am"

"Morning. I'm sorry, can you open the window?

"Understood."

Myra turned her heel back, first the curtain, then gently opened the window.

Cold air pours in.

The back of my nose is twitchy and I have goosebumps.

But I felt a little better.

Myra placed a small table on the bed and put a tray on top of it.

Today's menu is bread and soup, fruit.

There is also a glass with water.

"May I close the window?

"Oh, please"

Myra thanked him and gently closed the window.

I'll have it, and I'll whine and take the glass.

"We also have lemon water today"

"I appreciate that"

Tilia carries the glass to her mouth and includes lemon water in her mouth.

Cold and refreshing.

It refreshes my nagging mouth when I was awake.

Place the glass on the table and reach for the bread.

Cut into small pieces and carry them to your mouth.

The sharks are cozy, moist, and sweet.

It's made from the same wheat but separate from the bread I've been eating.

I didn't know this could be made just by putting it in a metal mould.

No, is it premature to think so?

He said to use his free time, but it's taking years to complete.

It's likely that Tilia is just being creative because she doesn't know.

So...

"Bread is delicious."

Speak only your thoughts.

You shouldn't speak lightly without knowing how hard you made it.

Myra then broke her mouth satisfactorily.

Apparently, my judgment wasn't wrong.

Take the spoon and pour the soup.

It's slightly tinted, but it's like water soup.

I know you'd be surprised what kind of harassment it would be if you were in good health, but I appreciate it now.

When included in the mouth, it has a slight flavour.

Is it a fish?

"What do you think?

"Um, not bad. It tastes slightly like fish..."

"I took stock with dried food"

"Oh, I see"

With that said, the general had also taken stock from the dried goods.

"Why are you doing this?

"Let me see what kind of food your wife can mouth. Next time, I'll season it a little darker."

"Don't let it go to any trouble."

"Because I'm a maid"

Myra smiled small.

I guess that means don't worry about it because it's my job.

It just makes me feel a little easier when you say that.

Tilia carries the soup to her mouth and reaches for the bread again.

"... ma'am"

Tilia stopped her hand and turned her gaze to Myra.

It feels like I'm lost somewhere.

Are you going to tell me that you want me to cure you on the southern border?

But if I cut myself out about therapy, I could be a snake.

Open your mouth after you get lost.

"What?"

"Actually, Mr. Dragon has a message, no, I have a request..."

"What kind of request?

"Yes, he wants you to comfort the soldiers."

Myra said in an unusual voice.

No, would it be slightly lower?

"Okay."

"Are you sure?

"Absolutely. The South Frontier Army is a comrade who fights together. If it's any consolation, we'll be happy to go out."

Tilia nodded to Eagle Deep Fried.

Morale is important in battle.

I can't demonstrate my abilities if I have low morale in any strong army.

Besides, it's important to make people feel like comrades.

We need them to think that we are not fighting for the southern border alone, but for something bigger - for the Empire and hence for the future.

"Are you okay with your body?

"Um, my body's still lazy, but I can't say that either. Our future depends on this battle."

"I admire the will of the Empress Tilia."

"I don't mind the rhetoric"

"Well, compliments,"

"Geez, you're too quick to show your heart."

Myra said softly, Tilia groaned.

I was alarmed because I was being looked after, but they were Myra.

I may have shown too many gaps.

"So, what about the heart?

"The subjects of the South Side Border Army are garrisons and veterans. I went back to sleep because I couldn't eat in the army, I have a sense that I've rolled into the southern border, so I thought it might be a pretty good decision."

"I expected it, but don't get discouraged when you actually ask"

Tilia cheeked the bread.

In addition, I do not regard the army as sacred, but I feel sorry for the fact that the soldiers disobeyed because they were no longer allowed to eat satisfactorily.

"It was visible that this would happen at a time when crops were no longer supplied from the southern border…"

"What was Alcor doing?"

Tilia threw up and drank lemon water.

I can easily imagine Alcor losing his leg at a time when this is happening, but I would like to say that he couldn't do something about it before it did.

Didn't you fall into Tilia before that because you thought you could manipulate Alfort well?

"You're trusted a lot."

"I don't trust humanity anymore, but I trusted my abilities."

"I thought if I lost my back shield, it would be something like this."

Back shield, Tilia shrugged and carried the bread to her mouth.

On second thought, Alcor was free to move because my father had given me authority.

"But he's the man who's been running the government for over thirty years?

"I guess he doesn't know how to fight because he didn't like rough stuff"

The words are spicy, but the expression is close to a grin.

Perhaps Alcor and I have a friend-like relationship.

Tyria cheeked on her bread, saying that the edge of a person was an interesting thing.

As I was finishing my meal, I heard a noise called kacha.

Myra must have come with a change of clothes.

My body is lazy and my head is boggling.

But I feel better than I did this morning.

I wake up telling myself that I'm doing well.

Shortly after I woke up, something snapped.

Of course, an illusion.

I guess it's because I couldn't do it even though I'm not in the mood.

Myra glanced this way when she put her military uniform on the bedside table.

"Did I wake you up?

"No, I just woke up."

Actually, I woke up with the sound of the door opening, but I have trouble becoming a snake.

Well, Myra would have noticed...

"Can you wake up?

"Of course."

Tilia nodded and went down from bed.

When I put my hand on Negrije...

Ma'am, please wait a moment.

When Tilia stopped her hand, Myra closed the curtain.

"Go ahead."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

Take off the negligee and change into military uniform with Myra's hand.

I felt some gaze, but I won't point this out because I would be in trouble if I became a snake.

Wearing trousers, I felt uncomfortable.

My waist was loose.

I feel like I have no heart or I can afford the chest area.

I was feeling a little cramped, but did I lose weight?

Tilt your inner neck...

"We have taken the liberty of resizing our military uniforms"

"How could you do that?

"Ma'am, it's not a good idea to tighten your body when you're not feeling well"

"Well, you cared."

Tilia exhaled in a ho.

I thought they would point to weight gain, but it seemed worrying.

Put on your jacket and flip your body to make sure...

"Ma'am!

"Hey, what the fuck!

Tyria got frightened as Myra suddenly raised her voice.

"Excuse me. Please do not exercise like twisting your body. It's a burden on your body."

"Okay, but stop shouting all of a sudden, too. I thought my heart would stop."

"Sorry"

When Tilia held her chest and said, Myra apologized with a low, groaning voice.

Apparently, they think I'm so ill.

After all, you should appeal to him to be as fit as possible.

"No, I don't mind. I appreciate your concern, but I'm in better shape than I was yesterday."

"Is that true?

"Even if it's true. You think I'm lying?

"Yes, we believe you are lying"

Myra said without interrupting her hair.

I'm not too lost, so this one surprised me more.

"You're a rude guy. Yesterday, I'm feeling better than I was yesterday."

"Is that true?

Myra packed the distance and peered into her face.

"True. Trust me."

"How are you feeling?

"Mm, that's..."

Tilia turned her gaze up.

My body is lazy, my head is boggly, and I feel a little nauseous.

There's no way I can tell you how well I'm feeling.

Wait, I think again.

You just have to say the exact opposite.

"My body is light as a feather, and my head is clear. I feel refreshed."

"You're lying."

Myra has turned her back and turned her gaze down.

"What the hell is the basis for calling me a liar?"

"Your wife turned her gaze up after her mouth caged."

Up? and Tilia looked up at the ceiling.

"When you lie, humans either look up or stare at the person you're talking to. Again, aggressive lies are often opposed to facts. Do you have any objections?

"Guru..."

Saying as Myra proudly won, Tilia groaned.

There was no objection.

"Admit it. I lied"

"Why did you lie?

'Cause I thought if I told you I wasn't feeling well, you'd tell me to take care of you on the south side.

"... ma'am"

When Tilia shrugged blushing, Myra sighed all the time saying she was stunned.

"Ma'am, I wouldn't say such a thing"

"Is that true?

"Swear to God"

Myra said with her right hand up.

I think if I were to say that much, I would think again that I would have been such a woman of faith.

"By the way, which god do you believe in?"

"If you insist, make it loess, mother god of abundance."

"What if I insist?

"The main industry on the southern border is agriculture."

When Tyria asked the parrot back, Myra said pale.

I wonder why I can't feel faith.

"The inability to make crops depends on the weather, so isn't it God who makes them green and conducts the flow? No, may I turn to God, who commands life in heaven?"

"Because neither of them will share a great deal of knowledge or skill with you when you accumulate donations. Plus, loading donations doesn't make it weather friendly."

"No, I don't think we have a choice."

It is difficult to manipulate the weather with any amount of kamikaze.

Moreover, it is impossible even for Baroness Num Cornu if the crop is made better.

"Therefore, we believe in the Mother God, who makes it loess and conducts abundance"

"Uh-huh, is that faith"

"The clergyman refers to her husband as a man of serious faith. Well, you don't know where faith is."

"Um, I just know you don't have faith."

Tilia gained certainty when she saw Myra distorting her mouth like a mockery.

"... say nothing about your faith"

"I'm afraid."

Myra lowered her head gently.

It's not my fault my mouth looks broken.

"Well, it's time to go out to condolence, but what about the move?

"We are waiting for the boxcarriage outside"

"Hmm, a boxcarriage?"

"If you say you will use a carriage or a front carriage to make a soldier feel familiar, please stop"

"I'm not thinking about that."

"Is that true?

"True."

Return it with just a little muck.

To be honest, just a little bit of that idea looted the back of my brain...

"Okay, fine."

"Are you really a maid of honor?

"It's a maid, anything?

"... nothing"

"Okay, here you go"

Tilia walked out led by Myra.

"Ma'am, go ahead."

"Um, sorry"

Myra opened the door and Tilia stepped out.

I can open the door myself, but I won't say it because it's going to be a snake.

That being said, it's the first time I've been outside since I came to the Mansion.

What kind of garden is it?

Would it be as desolate as the Marquis mansion?

No, an outing, maybe a solid garden.

I go outside expecting just a little bit, and I stop my leg.

"What's wrong?

"You got nothing."

Tilia put her gaze around.

There's a wall in the distance, but there's just one box carriage inside.

There are people dressed like deacons in your seats.

"Because my husband is not interested in taking care of the garden. So did Master Elua. But Elua wanted to enrich her territory with that money if she was going to build a garden."

"Is the answer the same even if the motive is different? What about you?

"I'm near my husband."

Shortly after Myra shrugged, the box carriage door opened.

It was a woman - the general's sister, Canaan - who came down from the boxcarriage.

Because it's cold, or it's wrapped in a muffler.

"Okay, let's come. Be careful under your feet because the stones are falling."

"Oh, I know"

Myra walked out quietly and Tilia followed.

As Tilia and the others approached, Canaan walked over.

Hold your legs and grace yourself.

"I will escort you today"

"Hmm? You're not coming?

"I am the escort frame."

I see, Tilia nodded.

"There's another escort. Robert!"

"Yes, I'm home"

And when Canaan lifted up his voice, he went down from the carriage.

And then I walk over here.

He's a tall, somewhat muscular man.

Do you have military experience, scratches running like a longitudinal lip?

"I'll see you first, Empress Tilia. I'm a deacon at Baron Eklon's. My name is Robert."

Robert thanked him deeply when he stopped.

There's no grace like Canaan, but there's no gap in standing and behaving.

You look pretty hand-worked, but why are you a butler on the south side of the border?

Such questions plunder the back of your brain, but you should keep your mouth shut.

"Nice to meet you."

"Yes, it's nice to meet you"

Robert nodded forcefully and turned back his heel.

"... Empress Tilia"

"What?"

"Take this one."

When Tilia replied, Canaan had unlocked the muffler and offered.

I guess he cares.

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's natural to care"

When he received the muffler and thanked him, Canaan shook his head small.

"Isn't it too much, naturally, as a person?

"No! No! Eh! Those who do not care must be human beasts!

Canaan roughed up his voice slightly.

I feel kind of sorry when they say that much.

I'm not that big of a person.

If I were a more decent person, I might not have been able to fall into the Alcohol.

But you'll just be denied pointing that out.

So...

"Thanks"

Tilia thanked her and wrapped the muffler around her neck.

"Yeah, that's warm"

"That's what Count Cairon gave me."

"Oh well."

Tilia replied with a rubbed voice.

I felt my neck squeezed cuddly.

Happily looking around, but no one was there.

"I made a pageant, but they turned me down. But you gave me the muffler, so this means you have a pulse, right?

"Yes, no, that's..."

Tilia caged her mouth.

Count Cairon is - Rio is gone.

Besides, he was Chrono's mistress.

I'm sure Count Cairon said no because he was Chrono's mistress.

I wish I'd broken it off from disguise and got married. Don't worry.

But maybe that's all it took.

I should have told you more.

I still think so.

Really, I just regret it.

Should I tell Count Cairon of his death?

Think about it, doesn't she have a right to know?

"Kana -"

"Okay, I'll ride first."

"I'm on guard behind my back."

Canaan and Myra block Tilia's words.

Canaan stays on the boxcarriage...

"Go ahead, hands."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

Tilia took Canaan's hand and rode in the boxcarriage.

The interior is quite sumptuous.

Attention is drawn to the cushions and blankets placed on the chair.

"Empress Tilia, please use cushions and blankets"

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry"

"No, because as a person, it's natural."

Canaan said in a clear tone.

I still sit on the cushion in a sorry mood.

Then...

"Ma'am, excuse me."

"Oh, thank you"

Myra hangs a blanket on her legs, so Tilia tells her thanks.

"No, naturally. Ma'am, please love yourself because it's not one body."

"Uhm, right"

Tilia got her place right.

Myra is right, I am the banner of the Imperial Army and the Southern Frontier Army.

Self-assessment aside, you can't lose your flag head.

If you are not feeling well, you must take good care of yourself.

When I told myself yes, the boxcarriage started moving slowly.