Strategist Witch Shizuku

I see the flames burning red with satisfaction.

Hehe, I didn't prepare the fire meter beforehand...

Yeah, seasonal pattern, you burned well.

Fire precautions. The source of a single match fire...... I can't believe it.

I nod contentedly and walk into the back of the woods.

If you turn back, you'll be swallowed up by a wave of people and crushed to death.

In the meantime, shall we move on to the back?

Walk, walk, walk. Instead of a wand in your hand, take the path without a path.

The soldiers that were around me, too, fled in pieces, no longer beside me.

Walk, walk, walk. Ball-like sweat floats from his forehead in the heat of the flames that surround the entire forest.

Filling smoke blocks my sight, makes me breathless. It sucks.

... Really, that's a good burn. Or it's too burning!

Shit, Elma! You stupid girl! Burn it a little more modestly!

Oh, my God, I can't help it. I hit the one.

Hmm, shall we chill out a little?

Take one deep breath. So I looked around.

... Yeah, maybe this won't help anymore?

Calmly doing such an analysis, my legs felt heavy as soon as I could.

I sit at the root of a large tree.

Is the proper word to describe me now something like a throwaway bowl?

I don't care anymore. I feel that way.

It's really hot, I can't breathe, and it sucks. Well, you deserve it......

That being said, I was the only one who thought that if I survived this time or not, I would have no basis.

Um, have my bad luck finally run out?

Oh, no, no. I can't believe the end is burning to death...... Or suffocation death from carbon monoxide poisoning?

Is both painful the same?

It really sucks. It's just...

The only salvation is that the last view is red on one side.

Oh, how beautiful...

Just, just keep staring at the flames.

From out of hand, whatever it is, I pack some gunpowder into the wand I just unleashed.

Even so, his gaze nails to the flaming red.

... Oh? I blink twice or three times.

Weird. I bet you're not hazy enough to see hallucinations yet... Hmm?

From beyond the red scenery, one shadow approaches.

The way it goes while paying off the black smoke depressingly.

A beauty that defiles your face with black coal, yet glamorizes the place.

"Oh, I was here"

"Fujido?

When I call my name, Mr. Fujido has a glossy grin.

"I searched, Shizuku."

"... why?

"Yeah?"

"Why, were you looking for me?

You understand what I'm asking, 'Oh, that's the thing,' nods Fujido.

"It will be decided. I'm here to tell you a grudge that's been filled with coal."

"Oh, that's..."

Sure, that pisses me off.

There must be a lot more important than that.

"It's terrible. It's uncomfortable. You're gonna want to ask for an apology and compensation."

I look back at Fujido's sloppy remarks like that.

"Ah, Fujido. It's not Mr. America, the litigating power, and there won't be any compensation or shit. It must take hundreds of years for such a law to be developed in this world."

"Really? Then it's in civilized people. Now, let's take a primitive approach."

I lurk my eyebrows in Fujido's words.

"... that's a disturbing statement. By the way, what exactly?

"Revenge? Revenge? Mm-hmm. Private sentence? Well, like that."

How noisy. However, it does seem like this world.

"And, look. We're enemy soldiers. Killing and getting killed is the natural relationship, isn't it?

"You're right about that... What, are we gonna kill each other now?

"Yeah. But I'm in trouble. I don't like barbaric imitations like wielding a sword. Look, I look like a lady."

Mr. Fujido proclaims that while pounding the pattern of a sword on his hips.

"Is it a matter of likes or dislikes?

"What other problems?

Fujido interrogates me face-to-face.

Oh, already. This guy is really...... Oh, I don't have a choice.

"I have a weapon here that I recommend to my dear lady. Isn't it somewhat more civilized than a sword?

That's what I said, put up a wand to show you.

"Hmm. Rumor wand. From what I've seen, it looks like a primitive firearm..."

"Well, you're right. I just have two bottles, and now you can put up with me?

Fujido nods at my suggestion.

"You have no choice. So, what, this could mean shooting at each other?

"Yeah. Like a gunman in a western play"

"Oh, that one. Walk ten steps from your back to back..."

"Yes. Turn around, with Pern"

Fujido nods joyfully.

"Fine! That's a good plan. Let's praise you."

"I compliment you and I am honored to be the ultimate. Lady."

Reply to the play.

So respectfully, I gave Mr. Fujido the Elma wand in my hand.

"Hmm. This tipped cylinder. You're gonna push the fire rope into the hole at the root of it, aren't you?

Fujido sends out such an inquiry, observing that the magic wand handed to him is shifted.

"Yeah, you're right."

I answered as I unplugged my own wand from my bag.

And turn your back on Kururu Fujido.

Open your mouth to encourage the start of the duel, pointing only your neck towards Fujido.

"So it's quick, but shall we get started? If I did, I'd burn to death first."

"Right..."

Fujido looks around the burning forest.

"I don't want you to imitate me like that."

That said, Fujido flips around right behind me, too.

Take an upright, immovable posture with the two back aligned.

Align the pitch and the heels, and hold the magic wand with both hands.

Now, all we have to do is start a duel...

Walking on the count of ten, a quick shot without looking back.

Classic and, overflowing, a duel that takes place in this western play, but is in fact fatally flawed.

That's the hitting accuracy of the wand.

Normally, from ten steps, twenty steps apart, together, it is very difficult to guess.

So I could take them both off and expose them to dumb looks.

Yeah, if it's normal. I just wasn't worried about that at all.

Because...

"Ready?

"Anytime."

"Well, let's..."

"" 1... "

The two voices overlap. I took my first step at the same time.

As soon as my stepped foot is on the ground, my feet draw a semicircle.

Yes, I made a rough turn in just one step.

Oh, I knew it......

I stick around and get funny.

Because Fujido was behaving similarly at the end of my gaze when I turned around.

As if planned harmony. No, not as if, exactly.

Without having to show it in advance, we were convinced each other that we would, I'm sure, be.

It's really ridiculous.

Perhaps Fujido is in the same mood.

The look has a fun grin on its face.

Turning to each other, they attach each wand to the other's forehead.

Shooting each other from zero distance.

Now, there's no hitting accuracy or anything.

"haha......"

"Hehe..."

A leaking laugh.

Scorching smell. Sweaty calories. Red, red forest.

The stage we deserve.

Push the fire rope against the wand.

Bread, bread, and twice, the sound of gunpowder bursting sounded.

Seventy-three and six years of sacred history, the White Snake Moon

The last showdown between the Royal Army and the Liberation Army took place on the Sanguis Plains.

The PLA laid a formation of sharp arrows and planned a neck hunting tactic through enemy central breakthroughs.

In contrast, the intercepting Royal Army lays a formation of crane wings.

In this battle, the Royal Army showed extremely stubborn resistance and tormented the PLA.

Until now, the nobility, a beautiful soldier who has been active in the PLA, has been forced to bleed to death.

But for its merit, the Liberation Army, which literally opened its bloodline, was brilliant and succeeded in naming Heinrich the leader of the codification king.

As King Heinrich's death passes across the battlefield, the Royal Army surrenders.

As a result, a series of liberation wars ended with the victory of the PLA.