Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

The man was silent toward the desk.

From what I've seen, it's like the mid thirties. Gray eyes that let calm or plain dark brown hair gaze at firm will. From his lean but tight body, he caught a glimpse of the workout he had imposed on himself. It is so sturdy. He had the authority to let the beholder stretch his spine, even just to think about it on his desk.

If someone from another country evaluates him as he sees it, he must answer this uniformly.

Knight, and.

The flesh is forged, but there is disciplined harmony in the dwelling. Therefore there is no line between adventurers and mercenaries, let alone mere manual workers. To sign with a titled aristocrat smells stronger than the elegance of a heavenly man's footed honesty on earth. It would therefore be the lowest nobleman, a knight, who directs the soldiers of the civilian population in military service… it is reasonable to deduce that.

But it wasn't.

This man's profession is military. If it happens all morning, I will use more than 10,000 troops with my chin, but it has not flowed with a drop of blue blood or anything. Born as an unmistakable civilian, and lived to this day. He is such a man.

There is no point in being misunderstood. In the first place, the profession of military, or status, is still shallower than it was at birth. Its history, even if quoted more, is about a century.

In the Itucella continent, professional military personnel involved in armaments from the time of peace are largely aristocratic. Having force also means having a political say in it as a source of threat. Even if it is entrusting the military to the civilian population, the stalls of domination by the nobility shake. For this purpose, if personnel involved in military affairs are recruited from civilians, they shall be awarded the title of Knight. It means adding to the ranks of the aristocrats, albeit subordinate. but if you return the back, it is an enclosure for those who excel in martial arts and those who have talent as commanders, as well as a disconnect from civil society and the community.

Here again, and what happens if there is a rub between the nobles and the civilians?

From the aristocracy, the knights are the ones who put them in their own group. Naturally, the knights will take care of their daily relationship and gratitude and let them run to the civilian side.

What if, on the contrary, from a civilian point of view? What do knights look like who are usually friendly with nobles, outside their circles, and covering their lives from their own taxes?... It is natural to see knights as those who stand by the nobility. It is hierarchically close to the civilian population and separates them from the existence of reliant force. Now it would also make sense to hesitate to wear knights on your side when you rub them with the nobles.

In short, the chivalry system on this continent is a procedure to bone the civilian hierarchy without military power. There can be no such thing as a professional soldier who commands a large force as a civilian. At least that was the case in the Kingdom of Arquel.

But things are slightly different in the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren. Founded in the process of pioneering the eastern part of the continent, this country first has a confrontation between mankind and demons before nobility and civilians can rub it. The strength of demons in this land was out of step with other nations. Regardless, there are adventurers who make demonic exorcisms their business, but they are under the jurisdiction of the Alliance. There is no reason to move freely with one instruction from a country or a lord. In addition, adventurers with overwhelming individual combat abilities are bone opponents to control for the aristocracy. It was difficult to say that force could be stabilized and reckoned with.

So it is the army. Force capable of compensating for quality in numbers, making it obey with discipline and operating in a manner more suited to national interests. Zanktogaren did not make his reliance on adventurers any better, but rather counteracted demons by expanding his military power.

The first thing prepared was the establishment of an Academy of Magic Instructors, capable of learning magic at all gates and nurturing it as a Magic Instructor - that is, a powerful force - whether you are a civilian or not. As for warriors other than magic leaders, they also sought to improve their quality by introducing policies with a strong culture of martial arts, such as regular martial arts competitions.

Thus a powerful magician and soldier were fostered, to the point of playing Zanktogaren and making his name heard in the land of the soldiers and throughout the continent. But here comes the problem.

- Who will direct this force?

No matter how strong the soldiers are, no matter how brilliant the Wizard is, they cannot fight through the actual battle without precise command. If we pull the metaphor of a wolf led by a wolf and a sheep led by a wolf, there is an overwhelming lack of those who lead the group in the first place. Even with all the heads of the soldiers, they didn't have all the brains. The Zanktogarens realized the need for a commander as late as possible, a junior officer who also waves mining alongside soldiers on the front line.

Initially, it was thought very simply. What, then we should increase the knight's boundaries. How much will it take, let me see... The officiant in charge of the epistle receives the paperwork that the military humbly offers as he says so with his nose crossed. Then I looked up at the numbers listed and looked up to heaven. There were too many.

Knights are noblemen at the bottom, even though many are the names of only one generation who can't even be hereditary. You must be thankful when you treat them. We had to give the civilians privileges and favors they didn't have, and even though they were small, they had to do the land, or if they didn't have the land to do it, they had to cut support out of taxes to feed it. It's customary to hold a ceremony just to take charge of him in the first place.

But when you hold a new number of knights that the army demands in the same format as before, that's the only spending the country can tilt. No, there's another problem, even if the financial resources work out. It is the demographic balance between civilians and nobles that has lost equilibrium and even fears have emerged that society as a whole will be hit by great chaos.

I can't even get in the way of dropping the format. Again and again, knights are nobles, too. If we treat this roughly, real nobles, such as the Baron Viscount, must begin to have anxiety and resentment about whether to scorn themselves next. They would rebel when they saw that the incumbent knights would be restricted in their interests in the first place.

The nobles held their heads in the court of Galerin, King's capital of Zanktogaren. What do you want me to do? I understand the demands of the army. A soldier raised by naming a corner country, you will want as many officers who can command this effectively. But swallowing it and adding more knights to the prank would bankrupt the country...... adding more knights would bankrupt?

They noticed, and reopened. Trying to get a knight to command civilians, so you're in trouble. Yes, let civilians command civilians. In lieu of the Knight's reign to avoid disobedience, I bounce my salary somewhat, but I can't help it. It should cost less than increasing the population of the chivalry class poorly...

Thus, for the first time in a continental state, the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren established an army in which civilians command civilians - there are civilian officers present. Appointment to the Knight was to survive in detail as a reward for those recognized as martial arts among the officers.

Regardless, the priorities of the National Army have not yet been repainted until the common sense that nobility is responsible. Nevertheless, the extent to which a civilian general, who named himself a successful officer, led the army on the one hand, has remained. For even if they are rebelled, they cannot take their land and establish their right to rule any more than they have no bloodline and identity to secure the great name. The birth of a civilian general was silenced in the upper echelons of this country because of various needs, although it was not to be welcomed with all hands up.

It's a long story.

In other words, this man - Jürgen Bauer - belonged to a relatively new race of professional military personnel, born within the unique military system of Zanktogaren, among which he was a general from a rare civilian class.

"Excuse me."

The sound of a knock that breaks Bauer's long thought. and when he gave permission to enter the room, his men, who he held as his bureaucrat, stepped into the room in a light foothold.

The building was the residence of a lord in a town occupied by the Zanktogaren army. I take it in and use it as a temporary base. It is a small and difficult facility to use as it is a despicable eastern country town among the states of Voldan. Listen to your men as they shut up in a suddenly narrowed room.

"I would like to inform His Excellency General Bauer of the state of war."

"Uhm."

When I let him hear a small response, his men spoke out with a joyful look.

"We marched dispersed through the province of Vordan, clashing with the forces on the Arquelle side everywhere. We're destroying most of this!

Consequently, the report was as expected. It was Bauer himself who planned this simultaneous ambush with the declaration of war. I squeezed my head in to make it work, so I didn't have to float where the results came from.

More than that, there were words that could not be overlooked in the report.

"Almost, huh?

"Ah, yes. A squad has been defeated at the fort in front of it, which weighs its advance to the city of Voldan, the state capital."

"... what are you doing"

Bauer accidentally did his hand between the frowns that deepened his wrinkles.

"Expansion of the effects in the war, much better. But it's also a matter of military order. First of all, I was ordered to target pre-harvest rural areas and give priority to securing food?

The eyes of this battle, whatever they put down, are the food. The ambush, which chooses the defenseless flank of the enemy nation, consisted in a dangerous way: a quick attack from the forcible forces over the mountains and the renunciation of the supply line from the home country. I can't get a satisfactory supply, so if I let it go, that's all I'll starve and disintegrate. That was the current state of the Zanktogaren army.

I therefore chose the time for the war. Attack right before harvest season to take the wheat from the untouched fields and get food. It is from then on that we will take control of the important strongholds in the state of Voldan. Even if you can't occupy the entire state, if you can secure a place to cage in the worst winters, there's no problem. Bauer himself remembers being so stern.

"The commander of that squad must be punished severely."

"But that's..."

"Did he die in battle when he was repelled?

"- Yes, you're right."

It sucks. If he came back alive, he could show off his commander by snapping his neck and tightening his controls. But you can't die, either. The officer in the second seat also just followed the dead abalone, so there won't be any sense of blame.

Bauer has no choice but to send a reminder to the entire army in a decree. I'm in the middle of a winning battle. I don't think I'm going to ask honestly, but it's better than not telling.

"Let the commanders of the Moving Squad be thorough again. Take away rice, money, wield women and children, or kill them for fun. Let's give permission for all of that. But wait until he tells you to attack the city..."

"Ha!

"But, General..."

So one of my men pinches his mouth.

"- I was wondering if I would ever get so nervous. Enemy soldiers on the path of our army are extremely vulnerable. Let's do something about the degree of occupation of a state, even flat pressing. Are you sure you don't have to make a blind eye for occasional or one-time failure?

It was a less serious tone and expression. It is a deceptively laughing face that a child scolded by a parent or teacher may not have to be so annoyed. That means a hungry ghost who knows nothing. Bauer's brow jumped small.

"Fool."

"Is...?

"Remember our condition. They march across the mountains and fight without a break. Soon the limit of health is reached, the offense stops. We have to rest the soldiers before that happens."

Soldiers are not machines. If you move, you'll be tired, and you'll be hungry. That's why the offense has its limits. The line that once you rest and get in shape, you won't be able to attack any more. As soon as we cross that, the army weakens while we see it. I'm in a refreshing mood for kicking weak soldiers now, but the flesh is worn out in a tough march and battle. In that way, even the miscellaneous fishes who are protecting this Voldan, who are not soldiers, will be transformed into deadly powerful enemies.

The day is nigh when the Zanktogaren army reaches the extreme of exhaustion and the offense is thwarted. Bauer foresaw it.

"So first of all, it's the food. If you're too tired to move, you can also go out and plunder what you eat while you're resting. Do you understand?

"... Ha. Okay."

The disputing subordinate replied so with a seeping look of dissatisfaction. That's what you say in your mouth, but you never know. Or do you not want to obey even if you know it?

Bauer leaks his sigh. He was a subordinate in total difficulty in handling. However, this has not improved. At the time the legions used for this ambush operation were formed, it was worse. Disobedience or violation of orders is a prelude. It is not once or twice that he was born from a subordinate of noble origin.

(Most likely, identity is not the only reason...)

As I think about it, I send my gaze to the chillari and the flag hung on the wall.

There it was, the military flag of the United Kingdom of Zanktogaren - not. It was the military flag of the Kingdom of the Baharia, home of Bauer.

In addition, Zanktogaren is not a nation occupied by a single dynasty, as it is crowned Federal Kingdom. A military alliance formed by kings who built on the east, which was an undeveloped land until hundreds of years ago, to protect themselves from Western powers such as Arquel and Marlbearer, as well as powerful demons, the federal state in which it developed. At first, the Heidelrecht dynasty of the Kingdom of Grandonburg, sitting in the king's capital, Galerin, is in a position where it has named the Great Royal Family and lost its head, but from the countries that make up the Federation, it is a perception of precision as a profit representative or chairman. I use my strength to resist pressure from the west and exterminate demons, but from here on out I don't want to be involved more than my minimal in-laws. Although there are upward and downward relationships, there is little like loyalty.

The Kingdom of the Bahamas is also one of those Member States that smokes up Federal Alliance lords like that. Located in the southern part of Zanktogaren, it boasts one of the best economic standards in the Federation. But still, there is not enough national power to survive the great outbreak of demons from last year and the associated food and economic crisis alone. Ning Ro, I was being depressed by other Zanktogarenian states that only befriended me at this time because of their financial support.

If the crisis in Zanktogaren continues like this, the Baharia sinks with its feet taken by it. Worried about the future of his country, Bauer submits a proposal for a pre-emptive surprise attack to the upper ranks of the Confederate forces, who had been discussing the necessity of opening a war with the Kingdom of Arquel. That was the operation.

Gather second-line troops from all Zanktogaren countries to march across the mountains to Vordan. The most elite, including the direct Grandonburg jurisdiction, turns to restraint on the Armando side to conserve and invade from the area to Arquelle if there is a gap. The Bahamas, which has been swamped throughout Zanktogaren, can breathe a sigh less food support when the population of other territorial states has temporarily moved out of the country in the foreign war. The burden on the country is minimal because local procurement is a basic operation. Galerin's Heidelrecht dynasty can win significant concessions from the kingdom of Arquel with less labor if it succeeds. Even if it fails, it is a dimension that it can cut the military power of a rebellious group of territorial states for the invasion of Voldan. The biggest reason for the full adoption of the proposal of the first general out of the civilian population stems from the unanimity between the interests of these allies, Grandonburg and the Bahamas.

However, for this reason, the Voldan invading army has been formed in the general state of Zanktogaren. In a nutshell, it is a gathering. Always this guy gives priority to the interests of his own territory, and constantly clashes with others of his own origin. Although General Bauer, on the one hand, the military commander on the other, suppressed this, he was often insulted by people from other territorial states because of his status as a civilian, albeit the proponent of the entire operation. It is also a struggle to take control.

While rubbing his mind on the dangerous contents of his army, Bauer turned to the Tabernacles.

"So what about the key food?"

"Yes, most of the areas currently controlled by our army are in the eastern part of the state, which tends to be mountainous close to the mountain range. As a result, the progress of food collection is below expectations."

"As long as we contain the many western sides of the plain, we can't say it's complete?

"No. I think it's enough for our army to be self-sufficient for about a month. I was wondering if this would be enough to pinch the rest and drop the western part of Voldan, which is heavily distributed in another offensive."

"What is the purpose of resuming the offensive?

"It's about a week from now. Your Excellency is right, considering the fatigue of the soldiers, I was wondering if this would happen."

"A week, huh? Considering the distance from Brossenne, King of Arquelle, who would be organizing reinforcements, there's plenty of room."

Brosenne to Vordan State is a carriage trip for a week or two and so on. But the army can't move as fast as a carriage. Because we need to act with Heavy Troops, who were loaded with supplies and slowed down their legs, and with stride.

"... Your Excellency thinks that reinforcements may arrive before winter?

"Eighty-nine out of ten."

Unexpectedly, I blink my eyes at the Tabernacle and say so without getting my hair in.

"Since last year, the way we tanned in trade on the Arquel side has been unusual. Even though there was a disaster called the Great Fire of Kingdoms, there is no need to tighten exports that far. I'll bring this one to war under the big name of being invaded... don't you think that's a possible story?

"But we've been friends for fifty years."

"You're a friendship that gave in to Xanctogallen but was therefore bound. It's a country of highly regarded Westerners. I thought it was humiliating."

This is the one who actually cut the tantrum, but the first person to throw the gloves was on the Arquelle side. That's how Bauer recognized it. It is natural to see that I am more prepared to beat him back if he is beaten than I have made an outspoken provocation.

"If that's what you think, why would you do something like this?"

"This is all I can think of in my head."

If we were to invade constantly, it was a stone to advance soldiers with a positive attack method from the Armando side. But there's no room on the Zanktogaren side to do it. The kingdom of Arquelle is well aware that the land of that border is a major shock. It would be equipped with extraordinary defenses. In Zanktogaren, which is poorly prepared for a long war, there was no room for a war of attrition on the Armando side. The Zanktogaren side is also at the mercy of consolidating its borders while turning some enemy forces north to cover the Vordan invasion.

"And because there was no other alternative, it was adopted. If that's the case, it's better than making this successful."

Drop Voldan before enemy reinforcements appear to consolidate his defenses and hold them until winter. That way, the land on the plateau will remain undeleted until spring. While the invading armies of Zanktogaren rest their bodies for the winter, the Royal Army of Arquelle drains the appropriate supplies and health for the winter. And with the snowmelt, this time destroying reinforcements and threatening the Armando side in association with their own forces.

It is a highly speculative measure. But Bauer had read that the success rate was adequate. Arquelle soldiers defending Voldan are vulnerable. It takes half a month to attack the entire state. The strength of the fort, which broke one of the separate moving squads, is also too little to open the battlefield itself. You can tighten it up slowly after dropping other cities and bases. Worst of all, putting only some restraint over there and fighting the Arquelle Army HQ is also an option. Whatever it is, it's about dropping the western barn zones and cities early, bribing supplies and getting defensive bases...

"Whatever. Touch each squad to rendezvous sequentially if you have enough food. Afterwards, after we let him rest, we go to full Vordan control."

"Ha! Got it!

The commanded Tabernacles return their heels and leave the room.

Once again, Bauer entered his thoughts when he got to the desk.

At worst, it's five fifths, and I play the math. Even if the enemy's agitation caused by the surprise attack was minimal and he was moving to reinforcement almost without hesitation at the same time as the start of the war, a 50% chance of winning remains. The fruits of Vordan are abundant for their mountainous tendencies, and will be sufficient to feed and connect even in a series of battles shortly after domination. If we keep the city down and tighten up our defenses, we're likely to be able to bring it in until winter. Even if that was not possible, there was also the option to fight while retreating to the east after destroying the base so that it would not be used by the Al-Qaeda side.

(I can win, no, let me win...!

The strength of my own army is 40,000. Opponent enemy reinforcements will probably exceed 100,000. But even though the Zanktogaren army has turned the most elite towards Armando, its proficiency outweighs the average Armoured soldier. If we keep the key bases in the state in check first, we'll try to stick to them until winter.

Whoever pulled this drawing surface on the Arquelle side would have had the abdominal cumulation to retrieve even if they took Voldan. However, the United Kingdom of Zanktogaren is not an easy opponent to return the borrower for free. If you're saying you forgot that while fifty years passed, let me remind you again. who we once lost to and who we are fighting now.

And in case...

"Do you hear me? It's me."

Remove the magical courtesy of communication from the nostalgia and keep in touch with the distance. The reply came quickly.

'This, my lord general. How about for you?

A voice lacking a bossy, gloomy hegemony. He is someone that Bauer doesn't like very much. But when you think about the rules for the upcoming battle, you can't be so unobstructed.

"What's happening with adjusting the example objects?"

'... it's a little difficult to navigate. How many minutes, this is delicate. I never thought I'd get lucky over the mountains. "

"When are we going to finish this?

'That's right. I need you to take a look at it for about ten days.'

"A week. Do something in time for the offensive to resume."

I tell him that while enjoying the tongue beating. The person on the call has conveyed breathtaking signs that he felt the demands were unscrupulous,

'- I'm in awe. As soon as you can, finish it. Okay, I'll work on it, too, so this is it.'

Unsatisfied, he admitted, and soon after stopping, he cut off his reading with Putsuri.

Bauer rubs his eyebrows so he can get a headache. I didn't think I'd be dealing with the general, even if I didn't forgive you. But when such a man earns forgiveness, he must reprimand him and make him work.

"... I don't know how useful these guys' toys are, but if they can be used, they have to be."

What is considered a trump card, pushed by Galerin's people in the steeple during departure. Even now that the war has already begun, there is no need to move it. I honestly doubt its usefulness, but if the sender's ability to listen is half as true as it sounds, he'll probably have enough of a back hand just in case.

Jürgen Bauer was gearing up for the battle against the incoming Royal Army HQ and was about to be fully prepared now.

But he's lost one thing. Turius Shrounan Ovenil, the new Count who now fights, territory of the State of Voldan. If you want to survive, burn your country to the exclusion of your flesh and blood, whatever it is, you are like a demon.

A cold breeze was blowing on the plateau at night.

The temperature in Yamano is low when it comes to autumn, so much so that the exhaling breath becomes white even at night. Even though it frosts, or snows, it's not strange to spend time in light clothing or freeze to death before dawn. It is a harsh night for those who stand in the wild.

In the darkness at night, the tents stood in line so that they could be illuminated by several lights. It is the camp of the Voldan invading army of the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren. Current conditions The cities under their control are sometimes narrow, both within the state and on the border. For this reason, the capacity to store food and other items that have been collected cannot be chased away. So this is how they are supposed to set up outdoors and manage supplies there.

"... it's cold."

One of the soldiers guarding the formation whines with no one. A colleague standing at a distance frowned at it. He didn't even notice it, so he went on.

"Whatever, until after the shit-cold mountain crossing, if it's not frozen like this,"

"Shit! Don't slap me for nothing"

A scolding voice flies from my people, but still stupidity never stops.

"That's what I'm saying, but I can't even talk. Uh, I'm not distracted. You can't stand to shake in silence in the cold, can you?

"Don't tell me it's cold. He's shaking all the way up to me."

"'Cause it's cold, you can't help it"

I said, I tremble when I try to hold my arm with the spear by my side. It was a trick to get at least the warmth, but the slightest heat of the body temperature was also scattered in the wind and quickly disappeared.

"The rest of the troops are good. This is how we're supposed to turn, and he's good for it, right?

"Though useful, I have to fight"

"You're talking about mostly miscellaneous fish, aren't you? He said he had a harder time getting rid of the orc herd with a cunt. I heard you bragging earlier."

"A soldier in a country rich and weak with demons."

"You've slaughtered those people all you want, you're full of booze and food, you're fucking a woman, right? It's not fair to the book. Uh, I don't know what an Alquaire woman looks like!

"I don't know. Aren't you different from our cubs in the countryside?

"I have no dreams, neither do you. Even in the same country, we're eating good food. Isn't this better with meat or something?

"You're the same everywhere about peasant daughters. No matter how much money you make, I don't think the nobles can squeeze you in and eat your busy food.

"Huh, I knew it? Well, when it comes to targeting good women, I guess it's time to drop the city. When you attack a big city, do I volunteer?

"Even the goats you keep on the ranch around here are quicker to use."

"Stop it, it's precious meat, huh? Weird thing is, if you're mixed up, you're not going to eat."

"So is that."

"A woman wants at least as much booze as a luxury."

"What about the liquor handed out? I got you some firewine to warm your body up."

"Shit, Cold Mountain. When you walk, you've got to drink it all."

"Right. Me, too."

"I'm too busy with liquor bartenders because I'm a force on Omake.... if you're a liquor seed, there's enough here to roar."

Say, wave back. That's where the supplies are. The kind of weapon that came far from home across the mountains. Items that have been systematically looted and scratched in this state of Voldan. Naturally, there are also cereals there, such as wheat.

In ancient times, it was strictly forbidden to give soldiers on expedition more than a day's worth of grain. To start using it to make alcohol and consume extra food. What can be done in that way is, naturally, only crude liquor, where the amateur has properly brewed the grain. However, in the days when entertainment is scarce, such a substitute can be difficult for the soldiers.

Gokuri, and the throat of the guard soldiers rings. I made my gaze as hard as my colleagues blame me.

"Stop it. You had a deal that it was strictly forbidden to put your hands on food, didn't you? In fact, we're talking about five or six more people being slaughtered."

"Shit! You stink, my lord general of the Baha 'is!

"Hey, loud voice!

"Oops..."

I rush to hold my mouth. Considerable hands had also been gained on the security of the agglomeration sites, under the will of General Bauer, who would be corrupted by the procurement and proper management of food. The guards standing here are just one of the countless squads.

The cunning thing about Bauer is that he made squadrons from one territorial state to another to prevent the soldier's debauchery. The teams from different places of origin are monitoring each other to see if they can get their hands on supplies in a runaway manner. If anyone else in your squad hears about this conversation, you're being snitched on in your outfit.

"... was anybody close by?

"You don't seem to be here."

"Whoo... we got lucky."

"So don't slap me in the mouth, I said. You have a light mouth, and I'll say something extra soon."

"I'm sorry... but you came on board after all"

"Well, so am I."

Second, my colleague's words break off in the middle of the conversation. The soldier blinked at the way he coagulated with his mouth open with Pacri.

"Oh, man. All of a sudden..."

I didn't have long to speak up.

Something ran with great momentum from behind my colleagues. It turns behind a soldier at an unrivaled rate, even if it is captured with an eye.

And

- Zobri.

Something hard and cold stood from his shoulder to his heart.

(Ah...?

The soldier slowly falls to the ground, unable to even think what. And just before I lay completely down on the ground, I finally heard the sound of a colleague who had been laid down earlier.

Gently shaking his blood, the blood paste that had defiled his body was scattered over the autumn dead grass.

In front of you are two fallen soldiers. They're all dead.

In front of that sight, she thinks.

(Are you a little dull)

Speed when finishing the first and then hanging the second, the degree of concealment pursued with the eyes at that time, and the accuracy of the attack of leaving blood on the object.

Both point or less. It is simply not enough for her to be satisfied herself or to appease her Lord.

These days, it would have been due to being far from a full-fledged iron fire. It has been a long time since we left the repelling and destruction of intruders to the rest of us. The fact that she no longer needs to work as much as she did before is not proof to the left that the Lord's clothed system is nearing completeness. I am happy with that, but naturally I can't accept that I am less skilled.

Once you have a paragraph, let's also look at retraining with your main hips.

With that in mind, she walks silently toward the place of destination.

Its silhouette lit up in the moonlight leaking from the clouds.

What I get on top of my head is a pure white headdress. A white apron that smells clean on a piece of fat that covers it softly to the wrist. Armband passed through your left arm. And glowing at the neck was a silver collar with a boneless design, not suitable for a luxurious limb or even a face that could be described as pitiful.

Her name is Uni. It is the first 'work', resurrected, nurtured and modified by an alchemist who is drowning in a foreign law from the remains of a similar mass of meat.

Dressed in a maid's costume and glowing the collar of a slave, it was different in the military. But there is no one to blame for it. Because whoever breaks in without anyone noticing and cannot avoid it has come to kill him. If she had completed her skilled wildfire technique, even if more than 10,000 troops were to encroach on the camp, it would be tantamount to playing with children. Even adventurers who are good at exploring can easily scratch their enemies. It was no big difference whether he was there or not, such as security, where the miscellaneous soldiers were just swarmed. The difference is such that the number of bodies rolling is zero or not.

Eventually, when he breaks into only one of the gatherings, Uni takes something out of his nostalgia. It was a few tubes that had been plugged. There is plenty of unsophisticated solution inside.

She threw it at equal intervals. Parin, parin and crushing noise, but no one to blame.

On the ground, fluids shaken into wheat bundles vaporize or stain in seconds or so.

And Uni squeals small.

"… [Ignite]"

A tiny flame dwells on my raised index finger. Fire Attribute This is the first step in magic. She is inherently not good at the art of fire attributes. The amount of magic in me is an out-of-person domain, but I still couldn't overcome the lack of skill per attribute. If you mean to manipulate the flames, you would be greatly inferior to her in combat. How skillful her Lord is. If you are dry, you can manipulate the four main attributes of groundwater fire wind 10,000 times, and use all seven attributes that supposedly exist until you reach Seyce, which is a demonic conductor-specific type. It is a craftsmanship that Uni cannot do with only two good attributes.

That's why I decided to rely on these props.

Solutions vaporized in the air or permeated with supplies. And a magical seed fire ignites,

- Gowowow!

In an instant, it burst into flames.

"" Incendiary soldier outfit/greekfire "… it is the performance of the completion process, medium"

That's how Uni rates it, messing with her forehead in the hot air.

The solution sprinkled earlier and now ignited was originally a demon-guided weapon to be given to Opus 05 Femme, one prototype of which. It is a magical oil produced by alchemy: spraying vaporized fuel over a wide area, igniting it, and burning down the entire battlefield in one piece. In addition, it burns at extra high temperatures, so if you hang water in the breadth, it separates into hydrogen and oxygen, and burns up even more intensely. From the side that extinguishes fire, such as a flame that doesn't go out with water, it equals a nightmare.

The flames swept through heaven, and stood, turning them into pillars of fire.

In this case, all the supplies collected in this gathering area will be lost and burned. For the Zanktogaren army, which relied on looting supplies, it should have been a painful beating that killed more than 10,000 soldiers.

Satisfied, she immediately returns her heels.

"Or a fire huh!?

"Bu, the supplies... the food is burning!?

"Hurry up and extinguish the fire! You're gonna quench the fire as soon as you can!

Rubbing off against the noisy soldiers, she walks outside the camp. No one was to blame for that appearance. The fire that burns heavenly and high is distracted by the presence that catches the eye in response, and everyone concentrates their consciousness there. If you are a squire who knows well to draw the Lord apart, such as walking wide as air in the midst of others being blinded by others, you can do it naturally. That's what Uni thought and even actually executed.

Later, the Zanktogaren army said the sightings of this fired killer gather with the mountain, but not a single rare story went up in the rush that they saw a maid with a collar in it.

When he leaves the camp and decides he has taken a long enough distance, Uni looks back. She shook her lips as she saw the flames still burning.

"This is the werewolf smoke from the counterattack, my lord -"