Sanzen no Souru Supina

"I really didn't mean to say it, but if they call me experienced, I can't keep it quiet, and let me give you my opinion while I'm over it?

Behind my back with words, I guess I obviously couldn't wait to say it.

Hurry in and Isma said.

"To be honest, the idea of setting up a skirmish against an overload opponent to lure him out has got to kick some ass with Too Bad."

"Guest, it is!

Rigorous Swordsman's Girl: Corkar is distracted by what Isma says without her clothes on her teeth.

"Corkar, I'm the one who asked to speak. I know how you feel, but shut up."

Aska sipped quietly and gave Isma her say back.

Guys, you know or not, thank Aska and Korkar like Pekopeko and Kometsuki, and Isma continued.

Corkar gives up a sigh of shame on Isma's too thick face.

"Old Nazif said earlier that the Closed Corridor manipulates fate - and that's for sure. However, if you choose words strictly, only humans and similar holders of consciousness can manipulate them, what is it?

But the cards Isma cut to the tabletop in her usual light tone were meant to warn the generals of the Osmadra Empire who sat in rows.

Did you say, "Manipulate a human?"

It was Timur, a good man, who asked me back.

"Huh. Uh, manipulative, is that it? You want me to attack you face-to-face? Because to be attacked by the Spindle Capable, you have to assemble the fear of death that arises in your instincts… Number one, that's far from what“ they ”want.

So, I don't know, just a little bit at a time, I've knitted one stitch, and there's more and more strands of different pieces like that. "

For example, yeah.

Looking for examples, Isma twists her neck.

"The bread flour on the table at the farmer who asked for the inn was contaminated with poisonous wheat, right? Oh, is this deadly enough? Even if you're not willing to snitch, a little rumor reveals your secret, and it looks like you've been snitched out as a result. Uh, yeah. You know, some rotten staircase repairs being put behind you?

Right? This sounds like a coincidence, but then it's all human "will" intervening, right?

"They manipulate places like that."

Timur, a good man, laughed distorting his lips in such a way that he could draw.

Because I imagined in real life the tragedy that would happen when Isma's analogy became real.

By the way, poisonous wheat that came up on the subject is a barley horn, which takes its alias with the devil's black claws.

It was common sense for Izma, a clan of earthspiders who excelled in handling poisons, but even in the Aramaic region, which was overwhelmingly ahead of us in medicine and medicine in this era compared to Western countries, few know that barley is poisonous wheat.

This is also due to the fact that medical and pharmaceutical knowledge was considered secret and secret.

And since the abuse of the barley creates tremendous damage, the knowledge was kept secret.

Against the powerful, the doctors admonished and contraindicated touching on this topic.

As its letter suggests, the wheat grain is created by a parasitic disease on the wheat ho that deforms into a square-shaped shape, producing ferocious poison inside it.

If you unknowingly pull the wheat containing the barley horn and flour it, and now consume the baked bread, the victim will experience the kind of pain that seems better dead.

The whole body hurts like it was caught on fire, and the hands and feet are necrosis from the tip at the end of the illusion.

This has not yet been identified as a cause in Western countries.

He was treated in the same line as Black Death and was feared as an occupational disease that causes death in tens of thousands of units per year.

He also had the personality of attacking the poor over the aristocrats and wealthy because of his personality, which preferred rye as a host over wheat.

This is the difference between staple foods in the social class.

"It's not just war that kills humans. You fall drunk in that place, but if you hit it bad, you die, right? Jumped by carriages, bitten by dogs infected with werewolf disease, and rotten food. That sort of thing."

So does Lord Isma say that all the people in the Closed Corridor are our enemies?

Corkar said to Isma in a sharp manner.

He's obviously dissatisfied.

"Not necessarily. It depends on the" they ”twist. And that's not the case if you're a" spindler "or an equivalent strong" will "bearer. But, you see, the probability of Spindle being expressed was one in 10,000 people, right? Humanely? Bet on that? I mean, judgment criteria like that."

"But then again, shouldn't we march within the Closed Corridor?

Timur told me to hold Kolkar's shoulder.

"Yeah."

Izma points to that Timur and argues.

I'm kidding with the tone, but Ashle thinks Isma's point at times like this, the unfolding of the argument, is really brilliant.

"So let's say we repeated a provocative attack to drag our opponents out as you planned?

For example, burning the woods? And destroy one Demon Knight at a time, or what?

But, you know, where do you step in to show off that provocative behavior? Even at the end, it's a closed corridor, isn't it? Who lights the fire? You're human, aren't you?

Who lives in that forest? You're human, aren't you? You accidentally trap a bunch of people, and the landscape enters the place where they have it?

Later, the Closed Corridor works around overload. Is this basic?

"In other words, you may not just drain your power on pranks, but you may be framed to lend a hand in enlarging the enemy's prints," Lord Isma says. The overload moves so that the front line is pushed out, he said. At that time, in the snowy mountain forest, how can you move 2,000 troops?

You must have seen Timur and Korkar pushed into Isma's tense argument, with Aska pinching his mouth.

Isma turns to you.

"Oh, yeah. Hey, Aska, while you're not looking at it, did you get a little more hue? You know, it's so beautiful."

In the mix of Isma, the old general: the loyalists of Osmadra, except Nazif, were outraged, but turned out to be poisoned faces when they saw Aska at the time smiling bitterly.

"Anyway, you're an interesting man"

"No, you can't, you're in love. I'm gonna fuck you up, huh?

"Okay. Let's be careful. Go on."

They would never have seen a man against Aska like this.

Also, it would have been completely unexpected to reach Aska, who would have put that away with one bitter smile.

Lightly embellished with Isma, Aska urged ahead.

After sending such a throwing kiss to Aska, Isma returns to the story.

"This may be more than a snakefoot for a brilliant Prince Aska, but, hey, as the most experienced man, I'd add for future reference, right?

The other thing is, it's not a good way to wait outside the Closed Corridor for your opponent to come out, because overload increases and increases its power and forces over time.

The power to manipulate fate is also gradually but surely strengthened. If the overload doesn't ride the provocation and starts to strive to boost your battle power, how do you hit your hand?

Don't think of it as a human castle opponent. It doesn't work at all, because it doesn't work at all, like a soldier attack, or holding down a trading route, or a psychological shake.

They're stopping being human. Don't think you can rush through like that. Give them time to become familiar with the use of their destiny and to learn how to withdraw their Chips. "

Normally I shouldn't have the first chance to meet an overload like that, Sa.

Izma scratches her puffy eyelids.

"Because this time... the guy named Yugadir has just fallen into overload, hasn't he?

That much said, and blocking Osmadra's side of the objection, Isma threw her gaze at Ashle.

Heavy air can drip into the Osmadra side.

Then it's like urging you to make a frontal assault ready to self-destruct.

If you were Ashley before, would you swing at me there? I would have taken a reaction like that.

But I totally get it now.

Isma was going to let Ashley close the story from the start.

"In other words, the armored assault tactics of a handful of elites with Spindle Capabilities as their main axis - tactics for overwhelming adversaries, jumping into and eating out of the nostalgia (two places) - are the result of eliminating as many problems and obstacles as possible around them."

Ashley's, quiet but harsh words tore the air dripping down the tabletop.

Isma laughs at the edge of her mouth and returns to her seat scratching her eyelids.

So it seemed to Ashley to signal that there was an alternation of the lead roles.

I see, and Ashley thought as she watched Isma interact with Aska's neighbors.

Very few people on the Osmadra side, at least the Sand Lion Brigade, have the relative experience of overloading.

It is the result of the continuation of an empire called Osmadra, and hence the Arabic community, which confines its sphere of power to the human sphere and strives to keep its policy and military ideology out of its hands while it cannot be set up from the other side.

We have seen the Overlords' possession as an area of contraindication and have educated our subjects from both a doctrinal and a sacred aspect of reign.

That would be one achievement.

The idea of seeing only the land left over from mankind as a controllable area is indeed a lot of sophisticated engagement policy.

While dealing with mankind, no matter how powerful the enemy is, the Spindle Capable Man.

Negotiations and the conclusion of treaties take effect.

Naturally, it is a land where humanity has lived, where some tax revenues can secure resources and, more importantly, a population as a workforce.

The notion of “righteousness” may be necessary for war as a flag to fly, but if you open the lid, what you really need is land, humans, and resources in return.

If you start a war without securing it, even if you win, what the hell will remain at hand?

Naturally, the cost of war is not just that.

People's blood taxes will cover that, and your war expenses will definitely bounce back to the tax rate.

The Osmadra Empire has produced rulers who have learned about it.

In other words, war is a nation of the idea of "limiting its opponents to mankind whenever possible".

And I wouldn't be able to cover this much of the population otherwise.

Conscious and put into words, there is no easier example to understand.

In contrast to the opposite Ixism, which has continued to fight to consider the eleven families and overlords of demons as divine enemies and to reclaim their enclosures to the human area.

The conflict between these two religions may also have roots around them.

Ashle was discerning in this brief interaction why Osmadra has deployed man-made sea operations by more than 100,000 ordinary soldiers, rather than "spindle capable" the fundamentals of strategy and tactics.

Indeed, they are soldiers who have been so educated and have in fact confined themselves to "mankind to one another" or "the family of demons who are invaders" when it comes to the battlefield.

To its representative, the subordinates of Asuka, Isma's words would have sounded like "a worldly myth unleashed by a cult and intercivilizational, even more off-track, unreliable man called the earthspider".

And we would never have made ourselves "good" to be uttered to the man.

So Isma waved the topic to Ashley.

So remind him that a young knight of the same man, far younger than ourselves and, in some cases, more likely to look like a beautiful girl, is, in short, a man who knows his training ground beyond comparison.

Ashley was wrapping her inner heart and tongue around Isma's good talk, the spice effect of sarcasm.

Do Aska's neighbors realize that?

We were supposed to be talking about an operation to drag the overload out, but he said it was ourselves who was stirred up and protruded our emotions by Isma.

Three inches on the tip of the tongue, one on the tip of the tongue, that we have been dutifully guided to a battlefield named Argument, where there is no escape for the armored cavalry.

And Ashley is the knight of the ambush who pokes and hits their sides.

"The Closed Corridor is no longer the territory of mankind. Overlord, the manifester of one ideal, is the castle fortress that brings together people's lives, both life and death, as building materials, for the realization of that overwhelming ideal, which is often too extreme to turn to" evil ".

You mind if I rephrase that? It was "one ideal place summoned by Negative from the side of Dream called Ideal."

─ ─ For the main overload, of course.

It's like backstroking emotions, no, only after Izma's argument, which was closely calculated to backstroke emotions, that the sober language backed up by Ashle's experience worked.

Aska had felt Ashle's words penetrate accurately through the breasts of the nearby loyalists.

"You've come a long way with Ideal Home. May I take that as synonymous with the" kingdom of heaven ”where Ixism is listed? Temple of the Holy Knight."

I guess it was a trick. Old Nazif has fought back.

Ashle senses the blade of sarcasm in the question sensitively.

It's also synonymous with saying that when you start mentioning the other person's religion, there's no other way to do it back.

"Or maybe. We may need to revisit each other's religious roots."

Ashley admitted it softly.

And release a vibrant return poke.

"That's Osmadra's hero: if you're old Nazif, shoulder to shoulder with Osmahim and relative to overload three times, don't you understand?

Mmm, and Nazif pushed silently as he was stepped on the steeple.

The young man in front of him - a man who has only experienced about a third of Nazif's life - is, however, a real knight who has dived through the training ground as far as overload and the Closed Corridor are concerned, or more.

I had to admit that.

"You, the Osmadra Empire, will have been cultivated all along with your know-how in fighting humans versus humans, or demonic clans as invaders.

I pay tribute to the accumulation and the tradition that has continued to grind and pass on it purely as an itch to our western countries, the Extram Pope's Agency, which has been relative "

But Ashley said.

"When relative to Overlord and the Closed Corridor, throw away all the know-how accumulated so far in the battle between man and the demons who stage the human world with their will. They must never be challenged in the same way as before, in the same environment they should not be, and that's them."

First, let's conclude.

"I propose two squadrons of a handful of elite, also limited to the" Spindle Capable, "and an electric operation that will destroy the White Devil Knights and Yuga-Overload as quickly as possible. In that case, the Sand Lion Brigade main unit stands by near the border. If you have to, you're going to need help retreating."

Give me a break, and Timur rounded off the good guy's behavior and bit him.

"Where I wanted to go, Knight: Ashledau said he was relative to Overlord on his first assignment after the Holy Knight's reign. Overlord: Gran's destruction was accompanied by Lord Ashley, Lord Isma, and Lord Zion, right?

Timur made me count as I stuck my fingers out of the grip I made.

One, two, to you.

"In time, the two of them are legendary beings who have fought an overload monster for centuries. And Lord Ashley is Joon-young of the Extram Pope's Office. How was the grand battle this three geniuses challenged?

Ashley knew exactly what Timur was trying to say.

That's what I'm saying.

"I know exactly what Omae is trying to say, but it's us who do it," he said.

"After a lack of experience, Omae is suggesting two more widows."

And he said, "I still don't trust Omae. Because I suspect this story is a trap".

If you want to add, "If you're going to let our Royal Highness Asuka slip away and make you look terrible, I won't forgive you".

I understood everything and it was a soft smile that came to Ashle's mouth.

"I know what you're trying to say. That's not what Mr. Timur wants to hear, is it? It's a long way from the front line, and it's the same beautiful thing that just drips away without me involved."

Timur thought he saw the tender melodies of words by which the young Ashle twitched to take his unleashed pointers of irony as guttural as a strong shield kneaded against a flying arrow.

"I lost everything but my life in my first confrontation with Overlord: Gran. The elite and squire of the Knights of the Diocese, who were subordinates, together caused more than ten people to die. Among them were childhood friends and a woman (one) who gave her love. Even with the help of Isma and Zion, Gran was a tremendous enemy. Just like Gran himself wanted. Take on all“ evil ”. He was mighty, infinitely evil, and pathetic, as if to live up to that" twist. "

But Ashley said.

But I said it again.

"I came back alive. And he's still alive. He could also have died betting everything on a reckless assault, as he did after the dead humans.

But I didn't. I decided to fight to the end. Relative to this fate and the things that make someone do that - the things that create overloads - the "chips" that do that, or the "twists". 'Cause I promised I'd face this. "

Ashle's words were quiet.

However, it was quiet, but everyone on the spot was thus silenced as if under barometric pressure.

Most of all, there was a grin in Izma's mouth, and red in Zion's cheeks, Asuka's and Athelui's cheeks, and I wanted to float and hang out.

"So I will cooperate with Asuka in my Will. At least I'll fight with the Sand Lion Brigade until we're done with this trantrim offense. Okay?

The last inquiry was, of course, directed at the commander-in-chief Aska.

In receiving the same attention, Asuka's lips became a grinning snail.

Thank you for this encounter.

When Asuka was short, prayed to her God: Alam Ra, and stood up unraveling Aara, she had asked for a handshake.

Ashle also rises up and responds, holding back that hot palm.

Thus, the flaming lid of the trantrim strategy was cut and dropped.