Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~
064 Military Shoes Like < Part II >
It had been three days since the war began.
The province of Vordan, which was ambushed by the forces of the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren, had lost numerous bases and villages in an instant, with sporadic resistance also void everywhere. Armaments in this land are weaker than they were. There is not a single pile of enemies that are far ahead of each other in practice. It is a miserable battle situation in which no matter what you do, you will be kicked in the field, and instantly plucked out if you choose Cage Castle.
As it is, we could fail all of Voldan in less than a week. The people of this land, and the soldiers who continue to lose in battle, had to have such anxiety.
But...
"... Yep! That fort still falls out!
The commander of the Zanktogaren army bit his teeth in front of a small fortress in front of him. Water is being fed in unexpected ways by fast advances that follow from the success of mountain crossings. It was during the electric domination of the eastern part of the state that it took hold of this orphanage in front of the capital, the state capital, Voldan.
A chaotic defense that seems to fly if blown and crumble if rubbed. That keeps frustrating the sharp sharp point of Zanktogaren, which rings with a sergeant.
A voice hung from the base wall of the fort at the commander who tided his face to humiliation.
"Is this the Eastern soldier who sounded like a noise?
The voice of a cool woman, not soaking on a battlefield where soldiers hiss and grass corpses stink. If this is what you heard in the streets, it sounds fascinating like you want to stretch under your nose and follow the Lord of your voice with your eyes.
But no one will have such a swallowing sentiment on this occasion. Not if you're a Zanktogaren soldier.
"... no more big deal than I thought!
What continued to be unleashed was a painful curse. If you don't know things, it's like laughing with your nose at what's stupid. An army that is undergoing an invasion with the same momentum as the fire in the plains. In contrast, how can it be said that the shallow tomb?
but no one on this occasion could say that back. This army, a total of three thousand of them, was intent on losing the state capital in one piece in momentum. Because it's this woman who keeps bouncing back on the fort.
"Why are the most elite Kingsguard knights in this neighborhood?"
He bit his teeth to bite, and the commander threw up poison.
- Elisha Rosmond Barbastle. A woman who becomes the Kingsguard Knight of the Kingdom of Arquelle and binds the strongest of the Hearing Kingsguard II Knights. A man who should have been in the king's capital, Brossenne, and served the king, somehow hit the defense in the mountainous country of the border.
Outposts attacking defenceless state capitals without knowing otherwise and attacked with a light feeling. The result is three attacks, all of which failed.
The thus scarce number of siege weapons that crossed the mountain were destroyed in the attack of the Second Knights, who came to control and strike out of the vanguard. Letting people say things, the drop-off has been smashed in front of an elite hundred interceptions. I lay siege to avoiding the opponent's martial arts, shooting arrows all over the fort as a needle doesn't see any effect.
The attacker's Zanktogaren army kept spending precious time in front of the Kingsguard Second Knights and tiny forts.
(As it is...... I wonder if the other squads will be able to empty the water with battle results)
This unit that surrounds the fort is one of a number of separate teams in charge of each of the multiple attack paths. Naturally, the other troops are fighting on each battlefield. Are there any enemies there to rival these knights and their subordinates?
I don't think so.
The assumption that you will encounter the most elite of the enemy countries in Voldan is nonsense. Or the placement for this strategic ambush to be read, but that should be denied. If you knew you could be attacked by Zanktogaren from the beginning, there was no reason to place the hundred Kingsguard knights of the Tiger Child in such a place without creation. Normally, we organize thousands of units of troops with the Knights at their core to hit the defense.
The fact that it hasn't been exchanged meant that it was a coincidence that Elisha and the others were here. The formula was high. Perhaps he was involved in the occasional opening of this war where he stepped on the land after being a local worker and a patrol. Otherwise, as someone spotted the ambush, they had no choice but to send only a few elites because they did not get approval in the palace.
Either way, no other regiment will have received so much resistance to this. The commander makes his face bitter, wondering if only we pulled the poverty lottery.
"What are you arching your hands at?
From behind, a frustrating voice flew in. When he turned around, there stood as many unsuitable people on the battlefield as that abominable woman.
It's in an iron fire where arrowballs fly, and only wears a robe without armor. He is a man with a somewhat inexperienced atmosphere, with thin bones and flesh, and a flair that is roughly unrelated to violence.
He is a wizard who is on his way to this squad.
"A small fort to the lord, and the same goes for the digging cabin if we are magicians. Instantly, we'll take a look."
"Idiot! Why did you come forward?
I yell at you blocking my tedious mouth. I would have ordered the magicians to stand by.
And the wizard bows his shoulders in disgust.
"Is it decided to fight? What, if I were to extremes the abyss of magic at the Academy, when the Bulb of Miscellaneous Soldiers would be the archaic opponent..."
"I would have offered to call you when the time came! Plus, if you want to express your opinion, use the preaching! Why did you order me to wait?"
The argument did not last long.
"... Wizard, I found you"
-Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Press the whistle of the Zanktogaren soldiers and the hissing of the tall horse sounds.
It was from the fort that I heard it. Commander who looked back and looked back reflexively. In his eyes, there was a sight that drained his liver.
"I got that neck!
When did Elisha, who had finally become a man on the horse, jump in from the top of the fort? Though the corner of the siege, the distance from the fort exceeds a hundred meters. It was stuck in sight and close by the time I could see the look of ecstasy that I didn't even think of as a woman if I noticed it.
"Hih!? Huh," fireball. "Huh!
It was futile for the Magic Master to attempt a magical interception aggressively.
The flaming demon bullet released is deactivated just before it hits the impending female knight, as it was also bounced on the invisible wall.
The commander closed his eyes.
"Unicorn......!?
White horse body with a female knight on her back. Its identity is a rare species of phantom beast.
Unicorn, a horse with a spiritual revealing horn on his forehead, was a ravenous beast that blessed his presence, which he recognized as the Lord. Cheng Cheng, if you are such a tall phantom beast, you will be able to fly all the way here from the base wall, and you will be powerless at a glance such as raw and half magic.
And there is only one thing, such as the end of a magician stuck in a mighty enemy knight.
"Huh!?
Sharp sword slaughter rolled out of horseback. Only then did the devious wizard break his brain and breathe out.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?
"So, get out! You're a monster!?
On the contrary, the momentum also hangs the soldiers around him on his horseshoe, kicking him literally. It is catastrophic.
(So the Magic Instructors told me to wait...!
As he deluded himself into running wars, the commander thought.
Assuming he is the most elite Kingsguard in a country. Equipment for countermagic should be deployed as a top priority. Even if the presence of a high-ranking phantom beast, such as a unicorn, was unexpected, the load was too much of a match for a magician to be turned into such a separate team. So I was ordering you to wait in case you didn't bump into each other -.
Cold blade gold is hit on the neck from behind so as to put an end to such a reality escape.
"With things. Shall I get a helmet neck too?"
When did Elisha return the horse's head, poking her sword at this one? This sword is also like some kind of courtesy, and it conveys a cold, freezing sensation that is different from the mere feeling of iron.
In the meantime, I can't resist. I will be taken away. He shouted at the same time that he would perceive it that way.
"... people, get out of here! Retreat and rendezvous with the other troops."
The final order is cut off halfway by a flash of ethereal silver.
The invader, who placed the state capital Voldan at the distance of his finger, bought the sin by beheading him.
His eyes were split from his body and watched as he danced through the universe, ravaged by the knights who marched out of the fortress that the men under him had opened.
"Look! We're running back, those people!
"Zamaya Miyako, east Kaito!
"Long live our sister! Long live Commander Barbastle!
The sight of enemy soldiers surrounding the fort walking away as the tide drew. With that in sight, the fierce men of the Second Knights of Kingsguard greatly rejoiced. This is the first external war in fifty years. Only ourselves defeated our enemies as our allies collapsed in that battle. It was also a perfect victory for a woman with a pitiful beauty to cut ahead and disrupt the enemy, while there was no damaging damage here. This is the medal we deserve and we will be proud of it.
But their leader, Elisha Barbastle, is also the winner of this victory. Her expression as she returns her horse's head and tries to return to the fort is boring as weary.
"Good day, Captain"
"To this extent, what is tiring"
He stopped by as soon as possible and only sent a vegan reply to the deputy commander with the words of labor.
"Tighten up the fools floating more than that, Lieutenant. I picked it up in a local skirmish, it's just a little winner."
"... in tough terms. A defensive battle with defenseless state capitals at their back, so to speak of a local battle. It's a medal in an important battle. Even if it's a little more pleasant..."
"Hey, Al. Have I made a fool of myself up to you?
In a harsh word to slash, Vice Commander Alfred Simon Prudelmachet freezes.
"Or are you going to be trying me out over this period? … will be challenged over and over again, such as the attack on the state capital. Now, get in full shape."
"- Yeah. The guy I struck down today is just an advance team. That's a lot too, like a materiel requisition unit. You must have distracted yourself from the weakness of this defense."
Alfret, who promptly restarted it, speaks out.
The march in a form that makes it difficult to secure the supply route of mountain crossing, and the food and economic crisis so serious that it motivates war. For this reason, the Zanktogaren army relied on Vordan, the enemy site, for the necessary supplies. Around the state by now, enemy soldiers are working mowing fields in wheat fields or breaking into food depots, and looting is confusing - no, they should be working to secure food in the form of looting itself.
This time, breaking into this fort, which is on its way to the state capital, would also be a group that has advanced for such purposes. However, since the Voldan soldiers were more vulnerable than expected, they tried to strike directly at the state capital because they were wacky and out of hand. That's probably the place.
"What, you know what I mean?"
Elisha gently lowers her horse with Hilary, saying so. She roared when the unicorn blew because she was uncomfortable with the feeling of her abruptly lightened back.
"And. You can't be so humble as to boast of the wins you picked up in the losing battle. This stuff doesn't even buy time. I thought you said you earned points."
"Do you earn points? Is that the old body that sent us here?
"Oh, you bet. Call the Knights dispatch a foresight and redeem this boring victory as a medal. As a pretext for criticizing a red-haired boy. That's what Grandpa's gonna do."
While state soldiers under the umbrella of the Count Ovenil family lose a streak of battles, knights sent in at the mouth of Lavalle exhale pneumonia to win. This schematic would be what the old conspirators had hoped for. Tullius Ovenil, the young man who has just succeeded the Count family, has been discredited by the defeat of his men and, conversely, Lavalle makes Elisha and the rest of the battle his own feat.
"That's a problem. I didn't know the war with our neighbors alone would be difficult, but it would involve even the politics of our own country."
Alfred exhales and zeroes.
The suspicions surrounding a man named Turius Shrounan Ovenil, such as his involvement in the Great Fire of Kings last year and his brainwashing of the nobles, will certainly be serious. If it's true, it should be beheaded immediately. War is not easy enough for a country to remain cracked and win.
I leaked that fear, but Elisha shakes her neck to the side.
"If we just win, we'll figure it out. Take a look at the enemy's gear."
Say, and show with your chin the wreckage of enemies scattered around the fort.
From what I can see, the Xanctogallen soldiers' gear was all lightweight. That too, they came across the mountains. Wearing heavy armor and other things, you will be greatly deprived of your strength up and down the tunnel, and you will be exhausted in the mountains before crossing the border.
"The journey. If you are dealing with an organization that specializes in surprise attacks, how can you cook with a fully fledged unit?"
There is no need to choose a light outfit for the reinforcements of the Kingdom of Arquel marching down the street to cross the mountain. If you are a fully equipped army, you can have an ambush squad that is no different from your complexion.
"If a total surprise attack had been decided, the country would have been upset and allowed to do whatever it wanted, too. But that grandfather, instead of reading this, there's even a verse that he was pushing for his opponent to start a war. If so, we are ready for this war. You'll be back in Kingsville by now, ready for lumps and reinforcements."
If it were a complete ambush, the war threatened to prolong until next spring, with all of Voldan falling by winter from delays in mobilisation and relief from the King's capital unable to march with snow. In that case, the overwintering ambush unit headed north in response to the main unit attacking the Armando side and sandwiched the area. I would have taken not only Voldan, but even Armando. Even if it doesn't, the war situation antagonizes at least and you don't know how to fall.
But perhaps the reinforcements of the Kingdom of Arquel will arrive in Vordan by the end of this fall. Because Lavalle is hitting me so I can do it. Nor does the Duke of Armando have such a soft defense that it can be dropped in a short period of time, from autumn to winter. It is assumed that it will probably take more than six months to fall his land, which is a major defense shock. Sanctuary measures by the Zanktogaren National Army and invading forces in Vordan are nothing but paint cakes if you can't occupy the land and stick to it until spring.
The Royal Army of Arquel wins. And Lavalle will also get the opportunity to solemnize Turius, who would not be able to keep Voldan busy, multiplied by post-war processing.
Perhaps, Alfred imagines what happens. That old man's grief is a snowflake against his defeat fifty years ago. As a condition of harmony, it would demand the land of the once faulty Elpis-Roane. Against this backdrop of merit, the centralist's voice will be increased and the decentralists will be pushed further. It's just that you don't know what's going to happen is war. Perhaps the armies of the local marquis will set the stage. In that case, Turius Solemn Qing comes into effect. If we change him, the land of Voldan is absent from the Lord. You can cut him up there as a reward. Anyway, it is the land that is visible to be worn out by the scourge of war. The given lords will take strength and time to recover their internal affairs aspects and will no longer be anywhere near fighting the totalitarians. Or maybe pushing it back into Elpis-Roane who just took it back......
Think about it, but Alfred thought it was a good measure. Sometimes a rare conspirator just risked his life to work it out.
Even so,
"The captain doesn't seem in the mood, does he? You could probably win the war, plus eliminate the nation's internal worries."
The female knight who pointed it out looked unhappy.
she says.
"If I'm the grandfather who set things up, why should I be happy? Knights of Kingsguard, the essence of the kingdom, the strongest of all, where are our Second Knights doing now? Whether you win or lose, it's a very rough battlefield, a loose battle against a soldier!... Oh, shit! That's funny."
Earlier, to the corner of three thousand enemy sieges, it is this statement while single-ridden slaughter. How hellish is the battle that this fierce woman complains of not being loose?
"What is it, the weakness of those enemy soldiers? It's one of the best soldiers on the continent, isn't it, Zanktogaren's army? And when you heard you could do it all right, you were shouting your chest out, but if you fight it, it's toothless like a fuzzy candy! Even though there was poor equipment and fatigue over the mountain, there would be a degree!?
"This ambush operation is highly speculative, too. Did Zanktogaren also spare his elite input to spin second-line soldiers? There will be no clue to Armando."
"Yes, are the generals of the eastern kingdom lying!? Ogata is the branch of the battle. Even if the sharpest is a reserve for trump cards, it would be a stone to strike at least as many soldiers as it can put a line on the foreground!
Finally, I even start stepping on the group Tai. Her beloved horse, who is drawn the reins, also scratched the soil with her forefoot to imitate the owner.
She says this, but as an alfret, I don't think Xanctogallen picked so many bad hands. Whatever it takes to defend the state of Voldan, it's in total collapse, except for the Knights who pack it in this fort.
"Enemy misconduct will please you more than you blame. Anyway, I'm in the middle of a losing battle. If our enemies are capable, they won't necessarily survive our Knights until the end of the day, even as our nation wins."
"Hmm, even if I know. I can't stop talking about dying from being pushed around by weak soldiers. Al, let the enemy gather more food and water while he's retreating. I don't think we'll be able to until winter if only Wang Du's reinforcements come, but I don't know what will happen is the battle. Worst case scenario, there's not enough in the stockpile right now."
Elisha gives her life as she gently snorts.
"No matter the means when it comes to provoking. Tell him I don't care if it's looting. People starve the same, but it's better than filling the bellies of enemy soldiers."
It was a harsh but honest opinion. It doesn't change that food and supplies are taken away, but if it becomes Zanktogaren to do it, it comes with unhappy omelettes like arson, rape, and possibly genocide. Some pity will be better on the countryman who hangs it. Fifty hundred steps, but it is great to reduce one hundred gains and losses to fifty.
So Alfred does not dispute that point either, and makes a different point so as to turn the subject around.
"Oh, won't you be in the state capital, Voldan? I foolishly believe that if we go into the city and engage the state soldiers and recruit the people, we can fight a little more flashy right now."
"You can't. I don't want to speak ill of my predecessors Count, but the army of this land is a heartfelt loser. If you face the army right away, you run away with a sail on your ass, even soon. Militias who just let them carry weapons in the steeple don't rely on it. It's not a hobby to get caught up in a breakdown of allies, and if you show yourself stepping on our fort, they'll have some."
It shows a bare gesture of keeping some distance and working together rather than joining poorly to kill the knights' taste. Says he can expect the state army to thrive.
It made sense. Something called group behavior has a similar aspect to a two-person tripod. The efficiency at which multiple people move together is, in approximate cases, tailored to the slower. If the elite Knights also mingle with hundreds of miscellaneous soldiers, it is certain that they will kill their martial arts. Then it is better to draw attention to this one and let the enemy soldiers break down and receive threats that should have been directed at the other side. This will reduce the burden on your allies without putting extra shackles on the Second Knights.
"If you ask me, you are. In addition, there may be command issues with the Count."
Still not showing, Turius, the new owner of the Count of Ovenil family. If he is claimed command of the soldier when he arrives on the battlefield, unnecessary rubbing may occur. It's a metaphor to climb the mountain with more bows. As the story goes, even with two heads to give orders, it's a confusing element. I just want to avoid the possibility of endangering control, even in a situation of disadvantage.
Alfret tells me, Elisha opens her mouth like she remembers.
"Speaking of which, isn't that new Count out yet?
Three days after the opening of the war. Even though we are new owners with little military experience, it is time to show some movement. I just want you to play some resistance and buy me some time even if that guy eventually loses to the Zanktogaren Army again. That way, reinforcements from the Wang capital can be fought in a favorable way, and the Second Knights are somewhat easier to do.
But there are no reports of that lunatic gesture moving from southeastern Marlan County in the state.
"I don't know. Is the decree just not getting here, or is it really not working yet? I think it could be both. If..."
"- Then should we assume the bad case,? Let's not expect that boy."
"I was wondering if you'd like that."
Somehow, it's even been speculated that the man burned the king's capital to save himself. Once we're out, it could be enough to wipe out enemies for each of Elisha and the other Kingsguard Second Knights. I don't think he's on my side at all, so acting on the assumption that he didn't move won't hurt him in particular.
With that in mind, Alfred went back to the fort with his boss.
Main Street in Brosenne, Wang capital. A number of carriages are travelling without rest on a street that appears to have erased the remnants of last year's great fire. Its loads are filled with sun-drenched processed foods such as wheat and smoke, and alcohol that replaces drinking water like rum. but the destinations where they are brought in are not markets, inquirers, etc.
It is the army.
The army of neighboring Zanktogaren came to the province of Vordan, which is further southeast than this king's capital. We are bringing the necessary supplies to the main unit of the Royal Army, which is forming to defeat this.
That's not all. All over the city, you can see soldiers who think they've come up from the province, unreliable men wrapped in mercenary-like thin, dirty weapons, and policemen rushing around to see who or what guides them. The troops gathered to join the reinforcements to Vordan were temporarily raising the population of the Wang capital.
Citizens of the remarkable city chill the carriage queues and soldiers of unfamiliar lands in faraway windings, making them the seeds of the topic. Wherever the noble army there was splendid inside, but on the contrary, the great man's men who managed to do so seemed weak. However, the mercenary-style man was likely to stand on his arm... especially unfounded and rumored so.
Among the merchants, the well-wishers set up stores all over Wangdu. Weapons gear, secret medicines for recovery, and magical costumes for soldiers to march on. At the end of the day, even the grocery store stalls connect houses. Food sold well, especially in a suddenly more crowded city. Because not only the soldiers who came up to the capital, but also the citizens who showed up to see it.
Noise rises uncluttered, such as people and things flying, blurring, perfumer calling, and rubbing drunken rage. As disorderly vibrancy dominated the city, it might have resembled the festive atmosphere somehow.
But what starts with this is war. It will be since its defeat fifty years ago, the battle against the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren. Many already know of the tragic defeats of old. There were large numbers of people, nobles and military, who knew neither the tragedy of the scourge of war nor the tragedy of defeat. But more challenging than this is undoubtedly the once snowflake battle. It was once a challenge to a defeated opponent.
Isn't this manic vibe a form of mass hysteria, resulting from confusion between anxiety coming from the history of defeat and unfounded optimism about victory?
There was an eye that looked down from the second floor of the building facing the street at what such a floating city looked like.
"The outbreak of congestion is also within range...... Hmm, is this going to leave within a week?
A face with deep wrinkles and creased lines. My ribs float on my bare chest, and my skinny belly is wrinkled again. But as much as English as can be glimpsed from a shitty glance, even if he is a magnificent man, he will be blinded. There is also the creepiness of a blue raised vein, an old monstrous impression.
Marquis Georges Henri Lavalle, who returned to the King's capital at the same time as the report of the opening of the war, was the Ten Himself who created the situation today.
"You shouldn't, Marquis. The autumn breeze will impair your health."
A glossy plundered woman's voice rises from behind an old man standing at an open window. He wrapped a sheet around his bare chest and hid it carefully and deeply. The companionship with a man who exposes his old bulky body is enough to realize that these two men, who are also as far away from his grandfather and grandson, were also delayed in their secret deeds from the high carving limits.
As she stepped out of her bedroom, she gently hung her silk interior over his shoulder.
"Whoa, I'm not going. I don't know if I'm old enough to be in the wind with such a good mood... but maybe it's because I was feeling young earlier."
When I joke and say as I put my sleeve through the inner hanging, Pooh Zhu gives it to the woman's face.
"Well..."
She put her hands on her cheeks to cool off her reddish cheeks. It's time for a modus operandi of shyness that doesn't suit the appearance of a place called Thirty Road. If the rest of us look at it, it is a sight where an unknown abstinent lady may have hung her old ugly poison teeth.
but that guess has only hit half. The woman's identity was not what you could call a lady.
"There is always no meeting with Ootsushi. Ho. Is it because the colour of disloyalty adds a touch of glamour, as a matter of course?
Lavalle turns his far-reaching gaze behind the woman as he describes it emotionally. There was a long-length woman's garment there, politely hung from the wall by a hanger. A piece dyed blue with no joints up or down. The white and wide collar gives a truly clear impression - the Nishimon Clothes.
The woman was a priest. It is also a runaway believer who seeks abstinence and a way out. It was supposed to be speechless, such as drowning in a man half a century away.
In response to the old man's point, she points her lips as if she were obstinate.
"Please stop. Oh, that's sinful..."
And I shook my head reluctantly. I say so in my mouth as I refuse, but the moist eye area and the hot sigh are equally inviting without consciousness. If Lavalle was twenty years younger, no, ten years younger, he would have climbed up and stayed on to the second battle.
He chuckles and retrieves the item he was making available in the corner of the room.
"Do you want to sin with God's blood?
It was a bottle of wine that I put up to show off as I said it. It is a tear-filled trick, unlike an old man who is credited with being a fox warrior. The woman returns a grin as she seeps into it.
"Now alcohol... you shouldn't, even though it's only lunch"
"Look. Don't say it's hard. Until recently, I'd have solved it so much from the core of my body."
"Also, already... Phew"
Turning to her plugged mouth with cork with wild bullshit, she clasped her shoulders to surrender.
"Now, let's give it to your companion."
"Mm-hmm. That's good - Noon will give you an exaggeration today. Sa."
Arrange two glasses on a bedside table and pour the red liquid slowly. Instead of a chair, he sat side by side with men and women.
As you can see from this kind of prep, this isn't just a lodging or anything. It was also not an aristocratic mansion because it was built on a surface street often used by the civilian population. It is one of the safe houses that Lavalle made him build secretly during the reconstruction of the King's capital.
Usually used by those who work behind the Marquis as a base for intelligence, the occasional prankster himself used it for such an eye-catching purpose. In today's case, it is a visit combined with a close meeting with her and a visit by the King's Capital, who finally withheld his mission.
A glass of wine hits each other gently. Chin, and the cool tone sounded comfortable.
"Well, what is this toast for?
"Of course I will sit in heaven on the Holy King. He said," Don't scold me for immature. "
To the woman's answer, Lavalle blew out small. I don't see it as the word of the one who is an abstinent Holy King, but has reached the point where he gets there about men and women. But it is also B for this man to be a woman with a sanctuary that can't be invaded no matter how many times she matches her skin in her heart. A desire for conquest similar to wanting to mark a footprint on fresh snow and an appetite for asylum soaked by its purity. The comfort of playing in the narrowness of conflicting desires was a fresh stimulus, even for the old man, who was more than crowded on this path.
He abruptly changes the subject as he pounds his tongue on wine.
"By the way, how does Omnia move during this battle?
The Empire of Omnia, a country situated on a peninsula protruding south of the continent and historically the only nation on the continent until 700 years ago. It is also a religious state known as the main mountain of the Holy Kingship. And most of the people are Holy Kingdoms, and the kingdom of Arquelle has been a friend of mine for many years.
"A letter from my own country also appears to be disputing the Council of Cardinals… but we have a consistent policy of taking sides in the Kingdom of Arquelle"
"Naturally. Otherwise, I will doubt the meaning of eternal friendship."
"Ha... so here's my main face-touching opinion -"
The woman answers Lavalle's question with promise. About five years ago, she was a ni monk sent by Omnia herself to the Basilica of Brosenne. The fact that there are powerful priests in a single gate of men for everything is not familiar with the fact that they have been approached for information from the handout. Initially made to struggle with his strength, but now that he's caged in like this, he's a cute little bird who enjoys his occasional favor in consideration.
Most importantly, if a woman is to be spoken down for intelligence, there is no need for the old master to go out on his own. Just leave it to the men under your command. Though the person is twitching with both his hobby and merit, it was self-evident that he had come to the hobby to a considerable extent.
(Heh heh, love no...)
With a damned grin, I reach out bad, anticipating a time when I finish an important report. Once Dawn, who should have calmed down, was inspired by the alcohol she had spoken and the hidden conversation, and was coming back. The woman rounded her eyes a little, but wouldn't get rid of her fingers, which were a saving to crawl through her limbs.
"Huh, again?
"What's up? Stop if you don't want to."
"Not so, oh, the marquis' addition and subtraction..."
From the words that leak intermittently, he apparently guides Lavalle's health. Even at about half his age, many men are exhausted at first sight. How much of a burden would it be for an old man who would be no more than eighty? It was only natural that such worries should overtake my mind.
But he laughs lightly as he gets used to things.
"Don't worry. This is Noon's cure. I'm young. When I touch my skin, you see, it feels like one stroke and one wrinkle disappears...?
"No, I don't either."
In the Ithusela continent, which tends to marry prematurely, it may be said that thirty roads ago missed its due age. Nevertheless, the right age for marriage and when your body and mind will mature and you will be able to fully enjoy each other with your partner are not necessarily a match. Besides, it was a strange story that a nun who should have been unmarried all her life would gauge her youth at the right age.
(No, is it weirder for a ni monk to stay behind in this kind of prank?
I think about it now, but I'm going to move on with my fingers. He was flirting with his opponent with only one remaining hand while carrying the glass into his mouth unchanged. Be mildly satisfied that your skills are not rusty.
A woman raised her voice of protest to the fact that she was completely in her hand.
"Hey, Marquis today, yes, it's mean."
"Ha, not now. Nobu will always be called the Mean Master."
"That's right, it's gone...!
When do you want to say that you are unwilling? Maybe so, Old Ong secretly convinces. Anyway, we've come one step further to fifty years of successful applications.
The fire in the king's capital that struck this country in the great outbreak of demons in neighbouring countries. I manipulated the logistics between the two countries by multiplying them by two freaks, and drove that abominable country to war.
The battlefield is the county of Ovenil, Voldan. Hooray if you can take advantage of this and finish off the [Slave Killer] kid, the biggest cancer in the country.
Troops are also steadily in place to retake Voldan and contain Armando. The organization is progressing rapidly thanks to the private possessions of the Marquis, as well as the supplies and funds collected for the reconstruction of the Wang Du.
Because of its achievements, it has also already retrieved the chair of the centralist leader. My chest was soothed when I kicked down the young Langogne, who was going right and left without being able to do anything.
Later, we'll just kick the Zanktogaren army and exclude Turius Ovenil with a knife to return - I mean that kid, he won't be beheaded by enemy military flair -. Omnia is heavier on the hips than I thought, but after the war on the boulders, she must be putting reinforcements in Arquele. Together with them, we can oust Turius and his faction. That way, we'll finish cooking any remaining decentralists.
Everything is going well. Its omnipotence and sense of accomplishment were enlivening the old flesh rollingly.
"Or the air death of an arrowhead war, is it? For the first time in fifty years, it looks like Noon went back to that time."
Or maybe it was. But there is a clear difference between fifty years ago and now.
He is no longer a depressed three-boy Georges Henri. When the world said Marquis Lavalle, it had become common sense that it was a word referring to him.
I'm not a pimp who fights on the front lines without thinking. It is this self who is behind the scenes and paints the entire war plan.
And I'm not sure I won with unfounded optimism before I fought. We've been fighting for today for fifty years, and now we're trying to win. My chest seemed to jump with anticipation and hope. It is not surprising that this impulse, which seemed so bursting, turned towards the female body in front of her in search of a curtain.
"Look, let me touch Non's chest? He's bouncing around like he's young."
With the play I came up with, I make a woman lay her hands on her left chest. I'm sure this exhilaration will convey, so innocently think about it.
But...
"Ko, Marquis......!?
She fades her reddish complexion, turning and fading sassy. Lavalle was surprised by the sudden change in their expression.
"? What's up? What are you surprised about?
"Yes, please rest now! Your body, your body!
"So what..."
This is the moment when I tried to ask you the same question.
- Dokun...... eh.
My heart rang louder than ever in my entire life.
My body gets cuckoo hot, and the habit, the cold sweat, doesn't subside.
"What, then...?
My chest hurts. My breath hurts.... right in front of you, dark.
The force falls out of his limbs and the glass he held slips off his fingers.
Sight to lie down. Zero wine. A red stain that smudges and spreads the sheet.... complete darkening.
(Wow, what about...)
"Marquis!? Stay with me, I'm sure of it! Marquis, Master Georges!
In the dark, only a woman's screams and her own irregular heart sounds like tinnitus.
But it also gradually turned into something far and away, and eventually came a creepy silence.
And the consciousness of the Marquis Georges Henri Lavalle is - -.
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