Makai Hongi

It seems the only people left in town are the five Cherient tribes, less than or equal to Elvan.

"This town is dangerous. I'd like you to evacuate if possible, but if that's difficult, keep it discreet. Some people scout out of the sky. Sometimes they find us and attack us."

"We don't just stay on our own. Never mind."

"I care. As long as the enemy is not so stupid, if there is a town nearby, he will come and investigate. We can't just move the formation here."

"Not as much as a troop leader wandering around like this off the battlefield. The war is going in your favor, isn't it? What are you so afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid. I hate that I can't protect you. Anyway, if you need anything, I'll rush, but until then, stay put."

"It's really changing, Lord. You'd better quit the army. Yeah?

"Leave me alone. If I can quit, I want to!

I walked all the way through town just in case, but no one else was late to escape.

Residents of the demonic world usually live on their own, but they listen properly to the orders of their position above.

If they tell you to run, you're going to run.

(Because direct power relations mean things around here. I didn't mean to be great because I was in the best position in Japan.)

Never before have I seen an obvious obedient abdominal back (Menjoufuku yes).

A subordinate exists who defies his superior officer, but it is synonymous with the subordinate, and in most cases is settled with arm power.

As in Japan, the social position and the power relations between them are not complicated.

The demonic world is simple.

"Well, I've looked around, and you want to go back to your unit. I don't like it when they occupy the town and use it as a base, and I'd rather keep my men for a little while... No, in this case, it doesn't make sense to put a few."

In the end, I decided that it was better to be dangerous to have people around and decided to forget about this issue for a while.

On the way home, I tried to deafen my ears, but I can't hear people's voices or the sound of battle. It is a quiet thing.

When I arrived home, the troops were entertaining Hippo.

"Has anything changed?

I found the deputy's rig and asked.

"The enemy lines we destroyed yesterday remain intact. We've got people in position, but we're getting reports that it's not gonna change."

"You mean you haven't moved to take it back?"

"Yes. Perhaps there is no more than the Great Tooth Clan that was killed yesterday"

Bring a guy of the same size, but if you know he might be defeated again, will you step on two feet?

"Okay. Just keep watching. Please."

"Yes, gladly!

A tavern!

Yesterday's position was thoroughly destroyed.

Even if the enemy comes back, you shouldn't even be able to repair the formation unless you clean it up.

I guess the enemy also saw how the formation broke. So maybe he decided it would only waste his effort if he retrieved it.

(If you're a reckoned enemy, you'd abandon those formations)

If the enemy shadow is completely gone here, you can go cover Lobos' troops fighting in the center.

If the enemy forces were nearby, they could have been spotted on the move and attacked from behind, but this appearance seems to have pulled them into the main unit.

(Well, judgment around there won't be possible in a day. Do you want to take your time)

In the end, it sunset without seeing the enemy as it was.

I remember when I was Japanese, and I was helped a lot by that.

On the other hand, sometimes this memory afflicts me.

"... ha. I don't need to keep my training."

My mother was gentle and harsh.

Memories are to be beautified, but I think my mother was a kind woman (one) who rarely gets angry.

I had a job during the day, so it was left alone by my mother, but it was never let go.

When I bullied one of my classes, my mother was angry at me.

"Tell me if your power is to protect or break!

It's already in the shape of a ghost.

Is it a face like mine right now? That's good.

I was in elementary school then. I think it was a junior year.

I answered my mother's words unintentionally, "It's to protect". Almost reflexively.

"Then do as you are!

I'm not "bullying" them. I say, "Protect."

If it is to protect those who are within, fear not even death. Think of it that way and live.

That's what my mother told me when I was little.

"Look, this is our homework. Never can be different."

"Yes."

I can't just protect you. Don't even fear death to protect you.

Isn't that a lot of heavy language to say to elementary school students?

Seeing my seriously angry mother, I made a sincere vow to protect it.

I turned to the protecting side, not the bullying side from the next day.

Fortunately, I have a big body and have learned martial arts all the way.

Because of her strength, she was able to keep her mother's words all the way through.

One day, my mother said this.

"Your father was strong and strong, and it was already a strong man," he said.

I haven't seen my father in the house since I was in the mood.

Nothing, I didn't think it was sad.

Compared to other houses, I just thought, "Oh, you don't have my house".

My mother didn't dare ask about my father because she was trying so hard to say.

So I was surprised my mother told my father's story.

"He was strong and strong, he was too strong, but he was sweeter than that."

That was a voice to miss the distant past.

In the end, that was the last time my mother talked about my father.

That's why I don't know much about my father.

I don't even know if he's alive or dead.

I didn't have a single picture, and I had no way of knowing it.

I just know he's a very strong and very sweet person.

And it also means I protected many people.