Kuro no Senki

Earl of Burkmeyer territory in mid-January of Empire Calendar 434.

Acting head of the 11th Kingsguard Knights, Anka Basserman, woke up in the hustle and noise.

Noisy outside the tent.

Have the rebels on the southern border begun to move?

I'll try to clear my ears, but I can't pick up meaningful information.

Chip, I tongued and got out of bed.

General soldiers should not have been used for surveillance roles.

Ten thousand soldiers were sent by the Empire.

Only numbers are fine, but not good quality.

Naturally. This is the situation of the Empire.

Everyone wants to keep competent soldiers at hand and trump their incompetence.

So the general soldier was acting as incompetent...

"I didn't expect you to divulge information before you report it to me"

Anka throws up and puts her sleeves through her uniform.

Fasten the button in a harsh manner and exhale in a small way.

Harsh is not what started just now.

That has been the case since the head of the regiment, Eryl Sardomerik, was there.

She became head of the regiment and Anka became deputy head of the regiment.

Back then, I was always pissed off at Fu for being a little girl who wasn't even out of military school.

I was hoping if she had one that excelled as the Knights Commander.

But even if she had the abilities Anka wanted, she would have been frustrated.

I feel that way.

Maybe I'm a narrow measure.

It's not just that, it's not that capable.

He was elderly and well aware of the work of the Kingsguard Knights.

That alone made me vice president, and because of the lack of human resources, I acted as president.

That's what I'm not enough to take.

I guess I was jealous of Eryl Sardomerik now that I think about it.

She was young and had the talent to develop magic and magic items.

I didn't want to admit it.

I don't like acknowledging my inferiority.

I'm sick and tired of myself still being annoyed even though I felt bad.

But that's who I am - Anka Basserman.

I've had to and will have to go out with myself like that.

"It's Commander Basterman... Commander of the Legion!

"Get in!"

As Anka raised her voice, a man in a white uniform came in.

His first name is Aruba.

Among the 11th Kingsguard Knights, he is a relatively elderly and deputy secretary.

Since Anka is acting as head of the regiment, is Aruba acting as deputy secretary or something?

"What's all the fuss?

"Ha, the rebels are on the move"

When Anka asked, Aruba answered with her spine stretched out.

"That won't be all this fuss"

"Ha, wolf smoke table destroyed"

"... so?"

Anka sighed deeply.

It must be the rebels who destroyed the wolf smoke table.

The rebels moved out and the general soldier tried to set fire to the wolf smoke table.

But the wolf smoke table was destroyed and sent a message to the base in panic.

Although I managed to get to the base, this happened without being able to report accurately.

This is probably where the noise comes from.

"What do you want to do?

"Protect the streets as planned"

"So then -"

"No, wait."

Calling Aruba for trying to get out of the tent.

"I'll go"

"... ok"

You must have guessed this one's thoughts. Aruba nodded loudly.

I don't know how good it is, but that's when it happens.

Anka breathed heavily and went out of the tent.

Walk slowly inside the field position.

A general soldier passes right in front of you.

I wish I could see myself and regain my calm, but it doesn't seem so sweet.

"The rebels! The rebels are attacking us!

"Damn it! What was the surveillance doing?

"The wolf smoke table has been destroyed!

"How close are the rebels?

"Attack them all at once. They're coming up!

Inside the field position was a noise like poking a hive.

From what I've seen, my own men - no Kingsguard knights.

Anka smiles bitterly and stops.

And -.

"Get out of town, hey, hey!

I raised my voice.

It's the size of a lightning strike.

Then the soldiers stopped moving perfectly.

"What are you panicking about?

Anka screamed and put her gaze around.

The soldiers are watching this one in silence.

"I knew the rebels would move! So on the streets connecting the southern border with Count Burkmeyer's territory! We've built a field position on the border!

Am I? As I said, the soldiers looked at each other.

But no one speaks differently.

Anka stroked her inner chest down.

The second half - so since then it's been a lie.

I really wanted to create a field position away from the realm.

If the city is close, it's easier to replenish, or you can rotate and put soldiers to rest.

The soldiers will roll out to the liquor store, but the stress is important.

A soldier is motivating if he drinks and is stirred up by his female salary.

But the Military Secretary - Ralph Libra did not think so.

I've been sending orders to create a field position here.

Maybe they complained to the director of the Burkmeyer Promise.

I know you'll give me a break, but I have to obey orders.

"I can read their movements! Calm down and get ready to intercept!

Ha, and the soldiers replied inconsistently, and even the rules began to move.

Anka exhaled from her mouth as she tightened her expression.

Aruba walked over here and opened his mouth.

"... good job"

"You don't do things you're not used to."

He stares at his wet palm with sweat and laughs bitterly.

"It was brilliant. It was like a warrior."

"That's good. I have confidence in the loudness of my voice and my face."

Anka stroked her jaw.

Anyone has a handle on one or two things.

I wanted a more helpful handle, not a face that seemed loud or dependable.

"Okay, we're gonna get ready to intercept."

"While praying that the rebel movement is dull?

"I know you do."

"An ambassador! The rebel ambassador is here!

"Nah!

When I tried to laugh at the nigga, a loud voice sounded.

What do you mean? I say and hold my mouth.

When I saw the voice, a man was about to walk over here.

The general soldier squirms.

I don't think so either.

The man was the bearer of a body called the Big Subhuman Kaya.

That's not all.

Gold pot eyes, thick nose beams, thick lips.

Particularly impressive is the arm.

Thick as a serpent, long.

Its arms wrap around its own neck and tremble imagining the scene of crushing bones.

Furthermore, the man had not raised his sword.

It's a frightening stiffness to come unarmed.

I don't intend to inflict more harm than I did, but if I did, Anka's face would be rounded up.

It won't mean you haven't calculated that.

Rigid and calculated.

He's a pain in the ass.

The man looked at this one and laughed niggly.

I'm frustrated by that mundane grin.

I don't see how the rebels chose this man as an ambassador.

Before that, how come the military ambassador is already here?

Not so much time has passed since we received the report that the rebels have moved.

What was the surveillance doing, although the military ambassador may have moved ahead of time?

Eyes on the surveillance. Just apparently.

Is there an enemy spy?

If you think about it, the main force of the legions are those truncated from battalions everywhere as unnecessary.

I can't say enough that there are no people on the southern border among them.

I don't want to think the military bureau is that incompetent...

Questions rise from the next to the next.

Calm down, Anka told herself.

So I realized there was another in the shadow of a man.

The impression is, well, a normal man.

The big man stopped about five meters away and saluted us.

Anka opened her eyes.

It was such a brilliant salute.

"... Commander of the Legion"

"- Huh!"

Aruba shrugged softly and Anka hurried to return the favor.

The big man stopped saluting, so I'll imitate that.

"I am the deputy commander of the Southern Frontier Army. My name is Dragon."

"Dragon? Fake name?

"Ha ha, it's my real name"

The big man - the dragon laughed delightfully.

Ten or eighty-nine, it would be a pseudonym.

Is it a mercenary?

The lords of the southern border are former mercenaries.

With that connection, it shouldn't be hard to hire mercenaries.

But will you be able to salute mercenaries as brilliantly as that?

Before that, would there ever be a mercenary entrusted with a deputy command?

"I'm holding back. I'm Apollo, assistant deputy commander."

"My name is Apollo"

Man - Apollo lowered his head with a pepper, and Anka returned to me.

"It's Anka, the Legion Leader. Next door is Deputy Alba. So, what can I do for you?

"I'm here to negotiate."

"Negotiate?

Unexpectedly ask back.

But if you think about it, that's what an ambassador is.

I didn't come up with a natural idea because of the dragon's appearance.

"Yes, I would like us - the South Side Border Army - to allow the passage of Count Bowties territory."

"Nah! What are you talking about?

Anka roughs up her voice and realizes her mistakes.

The general soldier is looking at this one.

It's a mistake. We should have moved to the tent.

It just makes the average soldier suspicious even if he moves now.

Then you'd better keep it that way.

"We don't want to lose soldiers for nothing."

"We are a proud Imperial Army! Betraying His Majesty the Emperor!

"That's why I came here to negotiate."

The dragon said all the time.

"Go home and tell your superiors. We must betray His Majesty the Emperor."

"Are you sure you don't want to hear the terms?

"Terrible!"

Even when Anka screams, the dragon doesn't even show frightened bareback.

"The Empress Tilia..."

"The Legion Leader said it was tough..."

"Wait!"

Aruba tried to block the words of the dragon, and Anka stopped it.

Why is Aruba looking at us?

I don't mean to betray you, but there's no way you won't hear me say Empress Tilia.

It is possible that useful information can be drawn from it.

"At the dawn of her victory, Empress Tilia solemnly confiscated her possessions by honoring the nobility bestowed on Alfort, the false emperor, and said that the territory may be divided among us."

"... when"

"It's a secret, but I saw it with Empress Tilia, and I made a promise."

When were you in touch?

Moreover, we are discussing post-war governance.

"If you become a land-held nobleman, you will be treated honorably after the war."

"What is it?

"I'm sorry..."

The dragon smiled bitterly.

You mean after we become one of them any more?

"What will you do?

"We are not going to betray His Majesty the Emperor."

"Really? Too bad."

The dragon gently clasped his shoulder and turned back his heel.

Apollo bows his head and follows him.

"Clear the way! Don't put your hands on the Emperor!

When Anka screamed, the soldiers cleared the way.

Exhale where you can no longer see the two of them.

My head snaps.

It's because I was given a lot of information in a short time.

"I'm relieved"

"Did you think I'd betray you?

……

Alba is silent.

I can't help it.

I don't know what Princess Tilia thinks, but the position of a land-held nobleman is fascinating.

If you betray me, you'll get it.

"To be honest..."

"Don't say anything more."

Anka blocked Alba's words.

"I'm not going to make a bet"

……

"Tell the soldiers not to attack here."

"Okay."

Aruba gave him a bittersweet look.

I'm not going to make a bet, and I'm not going to be a traitor.

The end of the traitor is determined to be death.

Apollo and the dragon ride horses and take the streets south.

Where I can no longer see the Imperial Army's field positions...

"Buhaha!

Apollo exhaled in exasperation.

"What's wrong?

"The thread of tension is broken."

Unexpectedly muddled back because the dragon has asked in the same way as usual.

He boarded the enemy with his round hips.

About deplete.

"How do you think the Imperial Army moves?

"I think you'll be scrutinizing the information for a while"

The dragon laughed.

I know you're gonna be laughing couscous, but you look like you're throbbing couscous.

"Does that work?

"Lord Anka seems serious, so he'll be fine."

"It certainly seemed so, Commander... how far is Lord Claude thinking?

"Come on, how far are you thinking?"

The dragon gave a troubled look to Apollo's inquiry.

It was Claude who thought about this operation - the dragon going to the negotiations round his back, giving him a lot of information and walking away.

"Will it work?

"It's okay."

Asking the same question again, the dragon responded with a bitter smiling look on his face.

I also feel like it's going to work when they say that.

Claude was confident, and Anka looked confused.

I'll think of myself as if I were in his shoes.

Immediately after receiving a report that the enemy has moved, an enemy military ambassador comes and gives him information.

This alone is pretty confusing.

"Are we going to fight the Imperial Army?

"That's indescribable."

"I'm sure that's true."

Apollo groaned.

"You don't want to fight because you know the Imperial Army."

"I know how you feel."

The dragon nodded small.

It wouldn't be a lie.

I'm telling you not to lie if you're in a shallow relationship.

"How is Lord Dragon?

If it's an order, it's a soldier who fights.

"That's true, though."

"Were you expecting a more humane statement?

"Yeah, to be honest"

I'm in the mood to do it because of the Empress Tilia, but it's subtle to say if it's tense enough to fight.

"I'm sure they'll be the same."

"I hope so."

Apollo and the dragon take the street silently for a while.

"... if you say so"

"What is it?

"Are you glad I told you I didn't want to wear out my soldiers?

"Yeah, no problem"

"If you find out this one's afraid of wear and tear, they'll attack you."

"If we don't take action, it won't be a problem."

"Why?

"Lord Anka seemed interested in this proposal."

"Really?

He just didn't think I'd be interested because he said he couldn't betray His Majesty the Emperor, but he doesn't see the dragon's point of view.

"What do you think Lord Anka is thinking?

"Must be a safekeeping."

The dragon answered Apollo's query without interrupting his hair.

"If you betray me, I'll discredit you."

"If you can be a territorially held nobleman with a single betrayal, don't you proportionately?

"It's no better way to get on with the story than we could possibly break a promise. Not necessarily if the gathered soldiers will obey. It's best to see what's going on in this situation."

"I see you want to keep the possibility while protecting your position"

"Exactly."

The dragon said in a tone that just said it was well done.

I feel like I'm a student.

No, I'm actually a student.

The dragon is trying to raise me.

If I recall well, it has been since I was in the Imperial Army.

He/she will take it for granted as his/her boss, but normally he/she does not go this far.

How can you get so far?

Let's hear it when the fight is over.

Depends on the detachment, but Apollo looked up at the sky.

Where will the Empress Tilia be by now?

Tilia cheeked the dried fruit and looked out the window.

Outside there is a depressed forest, which flows slowly.

Naturally, it's not the woods that are moving, Tilia - it's the boxcarriage with the Tilias, to be exact.

"I don't know what to say..."

"Peace, is it?

Tilia stared at Myra sitting in the opposite seat.

"... I thought it would be a tougher journey"

Tilia mouths her thoughts as she chooses words.

I don't want to use the word peace when the Imperial Army and the Southern Frontier Army are confronted with the Imperial Army.

Someone may also be dead at this moment.

"Don't worry, it's just me and Empress Tilia here."

"No, if you accidentally say it, it's bad"

"Really?"

Myra nodded quietly.

Silence descends.

A little awkward.

I have trouble spreading the story when I'm convinced.

"I thought Midway was something more dangerous"

I have no choice but to cut the story out of myself.

The boxcarriage is on an intermediate road - a back road not controlled by the lord.

I heard it's dangerous to use the interstate, but I haven't been in danger since I left the southern border.

"Your men are Master Robert, and the escorts are staffed by five horsemen, including Master Gaul, and the advance party has finished the exposures."

"That's a lot to think about."

The number of separate teams acting with Tilia is one thousand.

They're splitting it into ten-member teams.

It takes a lot of work, but it's hard to find because it's a small number of people, and other teams can help if they do.

It's the way I don't think I thought about it overnight.

"We are mercenaries."

"Right."

I feel like a mercenary, not a trafficker - that's not very good quality either - way, but you should keep quiet.

"And I cleaned regularly."

"Cleaning?"

Myra said softly and Tilia listened back.

"Yes, one stone and two birds."

"What's one stone and two birds?

"It can be good for the world and make you abandon your virginity"

"I know what you're trying to say."

In short, it would have meant that he had gained experience in action by crusading bandits.

Nevertheless...

"It used to be everywhere, but because of the continuing times of peace, the number seems to be decreasing. Sooner or later, it could be extinct."

"That's not what I'm trying to say"

"Yes, sir."

"Is that true?

"Yeah, here's what Princess Tilia wants to say. resources should be used effectively."

"No!"

Tilia screamed unexpectedly.

"Is it not?

"Naturally. By and large, we think of humans as resources, etc."

"Your word, sir."

Myra blocks Tyria's words.

"Nice."

"Bandits are an important resource. I'm telling you to kill me with gratitude."

"Enough."

Tilia cut the story off.

Different values.

I can't help but keep talking like this.

If the story follows a parallel line, I'm still afraid I'm going to be persuaded.

"... I used to say"

"I said, anything?

"Have you long secured a route to attack the Imperial Capital?

Myra tilted her neck adorably and smiled small.

"Johnny hated it at first, too, but within repeating it twice and triple-"

"Wait. Answer the question."

As Tilia tried to get up, she was gently pressed on the shoulder.

Of course, it was Myra who pushed her shoulder.

"Your wife stays put."

That said, Myra embarked on herself.

"Okay, go on."

"How long the hell have you been plotting to attack the Imperial City?

……

When Tilia asked again, Myra turned away.

Apparently, you're not going to answer.

"Enough."

"Thank you for that."

Myra sat back in the chair.

At that time, the speed of the boxcarriage slowed down.

I guess the destination is close.

The boxcarriage stops after a while.

"What are we going to do with this boxcarriage?

"I plan to use it when attacking the Imperial Capital, but until then I'll hide it"

"How?

"Because Lord Robert is a divine magician of the Mother God who turns it into loess and conducts abundance."

"Well, that would be easy"

You can bury it on the ground, you can grow plants and hide them.

Myra came down from the boxcarriage and reached out.

Tilia takes her hand and goes down to the ground.

Patrol your gaze.

It was in the woods there.

"Dear Robert, please"

"Yes, take care of yourself"

I hear that voice, and the boxcarriage moves out.

Rubbing off, the cavalry salutes.

"Let's come. Follow me."

"Oh, okay"

Myra walked out and Tilia followed.

Even though it is winter, there is still quite a bit of grass left in the vegetation.

"Please try not to leave me"

"After all, you're setting up a trap."

"Yes, there are no life-threatening traps."

"Is that okay with you?

"Kill it and that's it, but if you wound it, you can strain your enemies"

"Don't feel like a Krono associate."

Tilia sighed small.

Further into the woods, when I was getting fed up, my vision opened.

It's cleverly camouflaged with grass and trees, but it's about the size of a little settlement.

"... Since when were you guys planning on attacking Empire City?

"What are you talking about?

Myra said all the time.

How long the hell have you been getting ready?

Wouldn't they take over the country like this?

With that in mind, I heard a noise from behind me called Gassa.

Reflectively looking back, but there's no one there.

Looking forward again, a man - Johnny - stood in front of Myra.

"Long time no see, Gus!

"Um, it's been a long time. You..."

Tilia tilted her neck.

We should be meeting in Marquis Elakis territory, but not surprisingly impressed.

"If you're not impressed, don't be impressed."

Johnny shrugged in a soggy manner.