Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan

The next day...

The arrogant and shining sun floating in the eastern sky was slightly dazzling, and it was a soft breeze that flowed on the earth.

Cladius, the capital of the great empire, deserves the luxurious language that spreads across the earth - at its north gate, a line of military horses lined up neatly.

Six thousand bizarre brigades - a thousand horseback rides in the center that consolidate themselves with pitch-black armor. Lined up around it are five thousand horseback rides uniformly wrapped with gold cloth around their shoulders. Citizens who were asking about the beauty from the walls were overwhelmed and watching.

From the gap of the army line, several muscles of dust are raised. That's because so many flag bearers are running between the army lines. There was a single flag in their hands - a black dragon crest flag in the wind.

Morale, reconfirmation of the Commander, for a number of reasons, but its effects are also varied.

Some soldiers will be anxious to see how strong the Fourth Prince is or if it's okay to leave it to him, while others will remember the descendants of the Second Emperor - even the illusion that, by entering under his command, he himself made his name in history.

There was an air of exhilaration, tension, and strangeness that combined the two elements.

"Hiro, you can't if you're impotent. Even scratches can be very difficult if they are purulent."

It is Liz, the sixth princess, who caresses Hiro's cheek worryingly.

Biru nods with a bitter smile at Liz, who is still overprotective.

"I know, but I'm taking the military doctor with me, so it's okay."

"Yeah, I don't get it. So you're just gonna wait till I get back together? I know Hiro's army is amazing, but he's got 30,000 men, so we need to take safety precautions."

"…… yeah. Right."

Biru replies vaguely as to whether he was overwhelmed by the stuffing Liz.

But I don't care how you look at it, I'm not going to wait very long because I missed my gaze from Liz.

"Ugh, listen to me!

Pugh, and Liz swells her cheeks adorably.

Did you see it, the widow who was holding back next door - Rosa advanced.

"Well, that's it. Just before the wedding is over, I don't mind being widowed again. Liz is right. Don't just be impotent."

"That's right. Not even before I'm sorry about the wedding. Huh?

Liz looked at my sister halfway through the words. With a smile on her face, Rosa puts her hand on her sister's shoulder.

"What's wrong?

"The wedding..."

"The horses are noisy. I guess I heard wrong. I don't remember you saying that."

"…… right?"

Yesterday, it may be a lost vengeance. Rosa is very entertained and stares at her confused sister.

"Yes, but I'm a concubine."

"Huh? Meike?

"His Highness Hiro has eyes on the East Side. It means if you die, you'll be in trouble."

"Already, your sister is always about money………"

Seeing Rosa flirting with Liz, there is a deep sigh from Biru.

Any more, if I let Rosa go free, there would be danger here - so judging, Biru decided to change the subject.

"I'm talking about Princess Claudia, but I left it to Liz."

Liz turns her red eyes toward Biru's voice.

"Ugh, yeah. I'll take him with me."

"If Rosa can, will you gather those who stand up? I want the princesses' protection strengthened."

"That's what I thought they'd say. I already have a voice. Go in peace."

With Rosa nodding, Biru smiled with satisfaction.

"Well, it's time for me to go."

And Biru, who said it, accidentally leaves one step later. Because Liz's beauty is approaching.

"I'll fly the fast horse, so get back to me properly. Fighting is physical, so eat your rice properly."

Liz puts her index finger at the tip of Biru's nose, which is puzzling.

"And then, as I said earlier, I won't be impotent. Run if you're in danger."

Being told something like his mother, Biru pulls the end of his mouth.

Too attentive, I tried to put it into words - but Rosa opens her mouth first.

"I'll be right back in the East Side, too. Tell me when you need money or food, and I'll have it delivered to the nobles nearby. You may send a soldier to Your Majesty in confidence. We can make an excuse for policing the East End."

"No, because I'm fine. We're both too attentive."

I got enough money for the war, and if it wasn't enough for food, I was supposed to receive it from the neighborhood.

The number of soldiers is six thousand with private soldiers in Biru, but not all of them will fight, and many of them will be broken down by the maintenance of the barracks and the carriage of supplies.

In essence, it's something like around five thousand that you're going to fight for. Dealing with the number 30,000 is not enough, but Bilu is not worried about anything either.

(If there are fewer, there is a lesser way to fight)

Instead, a thousand years ago, it began with all sides surrounded by enemies.

Compared to that time, let's say I'm blessed this time.

"His Highness Hilo. Ready to leave."

And I said that I appeared - in this operation, Guarda, who serves as Biru's deputy.

He wears black monochrome armor and pushes in the samurai style, but the out-of-digit hegemony seeps out without being hidden.

"Give me this."

At the tip of the reins that Guarda had offered, the 'dragon' had a rough nose.

For once, I had brought him here this time, but… because his life in the carriage was the majority of the time, he never rode.

Bilu said thank you and then, crossing the back of a refreshing and 'dragon,' he shifted his gaze to Liz and the others.

"I'm really fine."

I have no feelings. My heart was calm. His head is clear and his thoughts flexible.

Bilu turns to the center of the brigade - the Raven Army - with his dragon's head around.

I know why they worry.

Until now, Biru was the one who dropped him off, so I know exactly how that feels.

That's why Biru pulls out the 'Emperor of Heaven' he was pointing at his hips to reassure him.

A beautiful silver sword tip showered the sun and scattered dozens of glories across the earth.

The gaze of those gathered in front of the North Gate concentrates on Biru.

"Come on - let's go grab the victory"

In praise of the soft smile, he was a small, whining voice, but the wonder and its voice struck the soldiers in the ears.

Someone snarls at your throat.

The more trivial sounds I hear, the quieter I've been around.

Then - the cheer boiled down.

"'Cyclops (Zachark)! Cyclops (Zachark)! Cyclops (Zachark)!

A great cheer that just pierces heaven. Without slowly precipitating through it, the 'dragon' moves on.

(Morale is impeccable. Thirty thousand or so can be crossed for this)

Bilu looks around. I've seen this sight many times a thousand years ago.

"'Cyclops (Zachark)! Cyclops (Zachark)! Cyclops (Zachark)!

It is not the 'military god (Mars)' that the soldiers mouth, but it is nevertheless a reminder of the past, something that turns up the fighting spirit from the depths of their hearts.

"'Cyclops (Zachark)! Cyclops (Zachark)! Cyclops (Zachark)!

While Biru has reached the center, the cheer is feverish.

Was it noticed around me, the private soldiers of Biru, even the Raven Army, were joining the cheer.

Shh. And if Biru turns to 'Heavenly Emperor' beside him, all the armies shut their mouths instantly.

Still, the heat doesn't cool.

The air was tingling and trembling due to the sharpness emitted from the soldiers' bodies.

"All armies out."

"The Emperor" protruding forward releases a light muscle with the voice of Bilu on it, illuminating the path.

Together, the horn of the battle was solemnly blown.

The sound of horseshoes sweeps across the earth, shaking the earth all the time.

It was about the Empire History October 04, 1023.

A group of horseback riders looked down from the top of the walls.

The wind is stronger here than on the ground. The man's upside-down blonde hair is reflected by shaking and getting in the sun. From a sharp eye like a tiger, the hegemony was emitted without concealing.

- He is the first prince of Stobel.

"…… well, that was a pretty good spectacle."

Looking at the departure of the Fourth Prince, the spectators admitted to speaking the name of the Fourth Prince, feeling unexcited and cold.

"Loing."

Stobel called out to Roying, who had refrained beside him.

"Anything?"

"I've decided to serve the bastards"

Slightly abruptly ordered, Roying shook and stiffened his gigantic body.

That's also between breaths, and the re-minded Roying moves his tongue.

"...... I haven't finished adjusting yet though?

Roying put his anxiety on words and said, but Stobel laughs with his nose.

"Enough. I don't care how many bastards die. And even though it's a hybrid, I'd like to see how far it works."

"What about Princess Claudia? If you use her…… or"

"Don't be silly. The Imperial Palace has a 'wind'. It can't be too far-fetched."

It's an abomination... And, Stobel goes on with the words.

"This is a good opportunity, but the Fourth Prince took everything. That made it easier."

Turning away from his grump, Stobel shook his throat delightfully.

At the end of his gaze, a group of six thousand horseback riders, led by the Fourth Prince, are heading straight for the earth.

"Whichever wins creates a lot of resentment. I'll give it to you this time. Spread a lot of life for me."

"It's also true that I could afford time for better or worse. What are we gonna do now?

Said Roying as he pursued the Fourth Prince's army with his eyes.

Whether the interest has been lost, Stobel is looking up at the sky by keeping his back on the wall.

"Tomorrow, there's nothing to do but unleash the bastards."

Oh -... no, Stobel shook his head and broke his mouth for fun.

"You only had one. There would have been princesses captured in Ferzen."

After years of foes - destroying Ferzen - Stobel took the princesses away for some reason. They are now the toys of the leading aristocrats who support Stobel, although they have not been able to get what they expect and have become obsolete.

Loing remembered that, frowning uncomfortably or just nodding small without saying anything.

"It's about time the perverts got tired of the unspeakable toys. Give the princesses their heads and send them to their country."

"The remnants of the army go mad..."

Roying's point is best.

Even the Ferzen remnants are launching a major offensive and burning the hands of the occupying forces. In such a place, if you carry the Princess's neck, the Great Flame will wind up.

"That's what I'm after. I still have trouble getting peace to come to his land. There's still a lot of stuff to be desired in the west. We need the rest of the Army to work hard until then."

Stobel pleasantly says so, but Roying is reluctant to accept his position as a general.

"……………… Yes, I did. I will instruct you to deliver it immediately."

Roying's back as he leaves disappears into the crowd.

Having seen it, Stobel began walking aimlessly.

The northern region has a storm of atrocities, mainly on the east side.

The invaders - the Levelling Royal Army had no mercy.

All the villages that were plundered, slaughtered, and dotted were burned, and the city was unbroken.

The man is thoroughly tortured, and the fleeing women are the gateway to their desires, and even their children are no exception, being beheaded in front of their parents and wild in the earth.

Another village was still burning down today as the rotten odor was covering the northern realm.

The house burns down, and black smoke rises from the field, mixed with the stench of death, rising to heaven.

Around the house, where the small flames dull, they were filled with burnt people.

"If we were a slave nation, we'd take the women home."

"You won't have to worry about it. There are still women in the north. Shouldn't you rather worry about withering?

The appearance of soldiers who speak their thoughts as inferior laughter swirls from all over. Their hands were blocked by loot. The soldiers walk down the road with our faces, listening comfortably to the screams of the women.

"I never thought I could plunder the Great Empire against me"

"That's true, when the Fifth Imperial Army showed up, I was prepared to die. I guess that means I don't know what's in the world."

"That's the Three Demons General, Master Baal. In front of that man's strategy, even though he's a general of the Great Empire, he can't win."

"Different."

And, laughing at each other, then the soldiers' feet stop. A horse came running from the front.

There is a blue cloth wrapped around his arm, which is the mark of the decree.

The horses were gone, the dust rolled up and stopped in front of the soldiers.

"Meet the main unit at once! It is the stern destiny of Prince Flaus!

The soldiers look at each other in the face and when they lift their shoulders they complain.

"That's not true. I haven't finished my reconnaissance yet."

"That's right. I don't think it's due yet."

There is no other way for them to complain.

It is only the second day since it was plundered in the name of reconnaissance.

"Rendezvous by tomorrow," he said! I know you won't listen to orders, but instead, be prepared for your necks to fall to the ground!

When the decree puts the horse's head on the road where it came from, it sounds its horseshoe and rushes to the other side of the horizon.

"All of a sudden what?"

"Damn. It's not enough."

"You have no choice. Let's go fishing for a woman who hasn't been killed yet."

The soldiers threw the loot on the spot and advanced to the direction where they could hear the women screaming.

A day away from the burned village was the headquarters of the Royal Levelling Army.

In the center of it is a flashy tent and the flag of the leveling kingdom.

If we went inside through strict security, three demon generals Baal and his staff were holding military discussions.

"Seven villages, four cities, and the men's heads were slaughtered and lined up against the walls, and the inhabitants killed no women or children left. The inhabitants of the surrounding villages and towns have gone south as refugees because of fear."

And one of the tabernaclemen told him.

The bureaucrats around them have lost their word in the wake of the reports of a number of wretches brought about by the Levelling Royal Army.

In the meantime, one of the troop leaders shook his voice.

"Isn't it too much...... this makes me disapprove from the country as well, as opposed to buying the wrath of the Great Empire. Isn't that an obstacle in the future?

"All reconnaissance units are ordered to return. Let's be solemn in our future."

To the words of the Three Demons General Baal, the Force Leader absurds his voice.

He said, "What are you going to do, hurt innocent people?"

"I have no choice in future operations. I've lost a few victims."

"... what's the operation for?

When the troop leader asked, Baal sighed as if he was frightened.

"What do you think would happen if those who lost their place of residence went south?

This is the northern realm of the Great Empire, but 60 cells (one hundred and eighty kilometers) southwards will be the eastern realm.

The destination of the pursued people will not be the west, which will now reach out to the invasion, but the south, either towards the east or towards the middle.

"That will…… be accepted by the nobles of the Middle or East"

"Right there. My purpose is there."

Baal stood up from his chair, grabbing the end of the hood and turning up the shadow that hid his face.

"We need food for humans to live. Clothes, food, dwellings, none of which can be lacking. If you're a person from another country, you might be able to handle it without a bottom line, but you're the same imperial. I wouldn't be able to take the option of not accepting it."

Baal starts putting a lot of pawns on a map spread out on his desk.

"But when people suddenly increase, we have to free up the stored gold and silver, the food. There will always be discord there. Those who lived there more than they did are neglected by the refugees."

What we have painstakingly delivered to our lords is devoured by those who have come from another realm. Dissatisfaction turns into hatred, depression is directed at the ruler, and when it explodes, it can no longer be stopped. At the beginning of the rebellion, civil unrest destroys the country, no matter which way it falls.

"The Great Empire is mighty. As a result, the population is large. That's where you take your life."

Rebellions roll across the chain. Over the years, grievances accumulated in the accumulation spread throughout the Great Empire. That way, all you have to do is watch and you can cut off any territory you want.

"Plunder for it. Genocide for that matter. It's like showing off. To make it easier to rule later by carving out the fear of the Royal Leveling Army."

However, even after hearing the explanation, anxiety is not removed from the expression of the tabernacle or the troop leader.

"Some of you must read this hand. There will be nobles who will not accept the refugees."

"That's what I wish for or fulfill. We push the refugees together, and we create discord between the nobles."

Baal stabbed a small sword at his desk.

"Strike the wedge. To the Great Empire, who stands at the top of this world."

The bureaucrats silenced the temper unleashed by Baal.

"That concludes the military debate. When the reconnaissance unit returns, it opens again. Wait till then."

After watching the faces surrounding the desk, Baal went from the tent.

In the tent. Not so far away is where he heads - the tent of Prince Flaus.

The soldier on the lookout acknowledged Baal's appearance and took a step back to clear the way.

Baal steps inside.

In the tent - if you were a regular person, it was filled with a strange odor enough to make you nauseous.

In the center of it, there is a bed wrapped in clean sheets.

There was an unusual appearance of Prince Flaus, who discolored his face in blue and white.

"Ooh... isn't it Lord Bitenia? Is something wrong?

Prince Flaus, who noticed Baal's appearance, woke up in his upper body, but quickly lost his strength and looked up at the ceiling.

Quietly approaching, Baal looks down at Prince Flaus, who keeps breathing rough.

"Rest assured, this is going well."

"Is that so………………"

Prince Fraus, who was so young and full of life, now has wrinkles all over his face and his body is fading like an old man.

It's been less than a week since the Fifth Imperial Army and I exchanged blades.

The anomaly occurred three days ago, and in the middle of a military debate, Prince Flaus threw up blood and fell.

Then, as I saw it, I lost weight and all over my body rotted away.

I also lost my right eye, and my remaining left eye is losing my eyesight, and now I can't even stand alone.

"Huh, cum..."

Therefore - Baal laughs. Good thing I can't see him, he's cracking his creepy purple-dyed lip into a three-day moon shape and shaking his throat with a bump.

And, at that time - the cracked lips of Prince Flaus moved.

"What happened to Claudia? Can't you find it yet?"

"Yes. I haven't heard anything from you."

"Ooh... what are you doing when your brother says he looks like this?"

Tears overflow from the eyes of Prince Flaus. I gave him a hand that rotted off and had only three fingers left.

"Sir Bitenia...... bring Claudia. I need her."

"Oh - Master Flaus. You must not be moved. Your fingers will fall off again."

Unexpectedly, he was about to blow out, and Baal shoved his own hand into his mouth - desperately laughing.

"Princess Claudia leaves it to me not to take the cure of the day"

The unwrought lifting of the neck of Prince Flaus was like a scream from his mouth, but not enough to be heard outside, and no one appeared to help Prince Flaus.

Baal fishes his own nostalgia after often admiring Prince Flaus, whose face is distorted by severe pain. What I took out was a golden vial - the tip of which was carried to the mouth of Prince Flaus.

"Come on, drink. Suffering is sweet, pain is pleasant, anxiety is hope"

"Oops!? Grr!?"

An incompetent liquid is poured into the mouth of Prince Flaus.

"We give ourselves to our 'king'. If you do, you will always be blessed."

The dark, cold darkness was pressing. More and more starchy air winds the vortex.

In an isolated world, Prince Flaus continued to suffer.