The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

Received the text of the previous meeting from the messenger (Denraishi). He is currently taking a trip to an international large building just in the middle of Sutherland, as designated by the decree.

All the gentlemen dressed in brilliant garments are headed toward the top floor of the building, with their formidable soldiers.

"Whatever you think, we're in the wrong place."

"Oh......"

Gently pass through the gaze that prompts Aquid and Zem to flirt and ascend to the designated upper floor.

As we set foot inside the great hall on the top floor, we met each other in the famous nobles of the Empire.

to the long chair placed beside the reception and thought entrance,

"I belong to the Expeditionary Army, Gray Millard. By order of your presence at the previous meeting, I am here."

That's what I told the woman in the bright red dress who carries out the task of registering the Expeditionary Army.

"Yes, yes. Wait a minute."

When a woman turns the roster and does 0, she gives her a piece of parchment.

"Look at that and wait till it starts."

"Thank you."

When I say thank you, I move to the corner of the room.

The contents of the parchment are about this military purpose and the formation of the army. I look through its contents.

Just as all armies are arranged in several rows so that they are U-shaped. The Imperial Regular Army is at the rear of the line, and our Expeditionary Army is in the front row. The Millards, among the front rows, are the most frontal. It's a battlefield to be targeted first. A weak aristocrat would be a disposable so-called wall of meat. Somehow, but I think I see why that fucking stepmother wanted to send me to the battlefield.

And well, up to this point, it's as expected, not very unexpected, etc. Nevertheless...

"What do you think of this operation?

Finish reading, exhale loudly, and ask Aquid.

"I'm not gonna talk to you."

Dye your face disgustingly and throw up on the aquids, your surrounding gaze gathers like a little.

"Right, Captain!

"Sorry."

Looking around, Aquid bows his head to me.

"No good. I mean, I agree. With this in mind, he seems to be an idealist."

The siege battle since the formation of the U. The tactics themselves are classic and not so crazy. Yes. Unless the enemy's quantity is several times greater than ours, and all fatigue is undead.

For the most part, an amateur who had never fought a battle would have written military textbooks as they stood.

"Kihihi, child, does your lord think so?

That's what Grandpa, who looks like a gray-haired immortal in small, white clothes, asks when he touches his long jaw (beard) with his right hand but comes to our side.

Honestly, whatever the appearance, I didn't say no to the contents at the age of a child, but certainly, from this old man, I must be a toddler too.

"Yeah, and Ong too?

"Whatever, Noh, I'm going to give you a downfall for thinking about such an unusual operation."

"I agree. Whatever the fluctuating form of siege formation, against the commanded (...) undead, such a stereotypical formation, etc. is inexorably equal"

This is the first time a faint and disgusting grin has disappeared from Ong to these words of mine.

"Does your Lord think this progression of the undead is artificial?

"At a time when we are aiming for the Imperial Capital, it would be self-evident."

Sometimes during the last few days of waiting orders, it was hand-held (even) and shabby (shabby), and I reconsidered this march of the undead. As a result, some reasoning that turned out to be the worst for the Empire was not an exaggeration.

"Then the undead have the habit of seeking the living. Well, isn't it any wonder we're going to the Imperial City?

"Aquid, give me a map"

"Oh, oh."

Receive and open the map from Aquid and place it on the floor. And run the pen to where the undead is going.

"The first sighting of the undead is at the northernmost end of this empire - near the Great Forest of Rudoah. And this is the location of each city and its population size in the route and empire that both the undead have gone south. Uncomfortable, don't you remember?

The gray-haired monarch stared at the map with his eyes open, without making it faint.

"... well, are you saying that the Nons were fundamentally misled"

Squeeze out the word with the boss.

Both the undead have destroyed the great cities and have progressed towards the imperial capital and Sutherland. Indeed, it was the famous big city that was targeted, its routes and directions so fragmented. Not very much, but it seems very unlikely that that will pinch.

But that was the big pit. Place a fixed concept (yes) and think again, it was immediately clear that the route was unnaturally oriented towards the Empire City. Of course, it is exquisitely camouflaged, but in roughly ten places, it behaves inconsistently with the undead common characteristic of sniffing (or) pushing through populated places. There is no natural occurrence, but first, it would be reasonable to say that both undead are moving by one will.

"Suppose the guy from Lampertz died?

A thick blue muscle runs on the forehead of an old man with gray hair.

Lamperts Browser is a true hero who, in this pattern-oriented empire, came out of the civilian population but even climbed up to the General.

"I saw his accomplishments, but he was just a famous general. Perhaps if the enemies were both naturally occurring undead or human, even if they could not win, they would not have died."

"You think there's a mastermind?

"Oh, the unintelligent undead and man are distinctly different. If we don't change our perception of the undead like this, we're gonna have to put our legs together."

At least the enemy is undead the Dragon Class. If that mastermind can move the undead as he wills, it is now judged dangerous for us to push forward helplessly.

"You have a plan, don't you?

"Yeah, I can think of some. However, it will disappear completely in a dozen days or so."

Certainly, if we were to slaughter both the undead, it would not be a great effort. But whoever lurks behind it is different from the story.

This is my idea, but I'm even wondering if the mastermind has that much obsession with destroying the empire in the first place.

Assuming you're willing to destroy the Empire, all you have to do is generate a massive amount of undead in the Empire without doing such a roundabout. It deliberately lacks the need to pretend to be a mass occurrence of naturally occurring undead. Consider yourself to have another purpose.

Let me know what you can do.

Sharp words like needles (stirrups) that weren't your play earlier. There, the margin that was always there had disappeared.

"I don't mind, but it's hard."

I can easily assume what they say and do when they're at peace. For the most part, they brand their cautious opinions with what is not enough for cowards to take and push towards self-destruction.

"If you do it, you're doomed, right? Then we'll have to do it. Talk to me soon!

I open my mouth even as I clasp my shoulders.

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"This is ridiculous! I am trying to destroy this 10,000 year Empire Archive with a positive force. Is that what your lord said?

"If you think calmly, I say it's possible"

Although the emperor was absent, the meeting was started early, at the behest of an old man with gray hair.

There is currently a spectacular argument between a group of magnificent middle-aged men in luxurious clothing and an old man with gray hair.

"I guess it's sad. Was Lord Sieg cowardly, bewitched by the wise? Apparently, you can't beat the annual wave you send."

Short-haired giant man shakes his head exaggerated and clasps his shoulder. In all times, single cells that distinguish between short-sightedness and bravery live in large quantities. Besides, it's decided, and it's bad in nature because it's at the heart of politics and the military.

"Say anything! I would like to address His Majesty on this matter."

"You don't have to."

A brilliant group enters the room, led by a beautiful brunette young man wrapped in silver armor.

"Brave man - Yukihiro."

"Now the victory of our empire is shaken"

With praise from the attendants at the round table, but coming to our side,

"Hey, hungry ghost, that's my seat, get out of the way!

I look down, and I order you to be uncomfortable.

It shouldn't be particularly decided on seats or anything, but it's also troublesome to deal with a whole range of beasts that don't seem to be common sense.

"This is rude"

Standing up, mockery flies in unison from the aristocrats present at the round table.

First of all, why is such a child in attendance at this meeting?

"Whatever it is, he says it's the liver of the McBurn Border Uncle and Count Hartwigh."

"Both uncles seem to see each other, though?

"You want to brag about authority, but you're going to be late for it."

"Once upon a time, a luxury family on the edge, follow me!

"More than that, are the mercenaries behind that child, the Fools?

"Well, it seems that those with family and poor ministers are vulgar."

Use your right hand to control the aquids behind you trying to open your mouth in the shape of anger. Even for me, when I had to be united in a crisis of annihilation in my own country, it was a wish to be present with stupid people who wouldn't hide their naughty confrontation or jealousy.

The brunette young man sits down in my seat.

"What do you mean you don't need it?

The gray-haired old man - Sieg asks Yukihiro, while distorting his face uncomfortably.

"It means that a busy emperor doesn't have to bother his head with such a shitty case. I'll slaughter all the undead."

The boulders roar with the valiant lord, and once again there is a voice of praise in the venue.

"Isn't that Lamperts defeated? I've never been cautious."

"Lamperts? Oh, you're a normal person who can't even use that magic to be busy. He was just a mutt."

Laughter leaks out of Yukihiro's men's chivalrous women's mouths.

"What did you just say?

I remember the illusion (just now) that the air in the venue had cooled a few degrees in response to Siege's frightening inquiry.

"Is that it? Didn't you hear that? I said miscellaneous fish. It's because I dress like a weak person because I'm craving it."

(Ong, the unknown fool of this hand, only to be revealed. You put too much heat on it.)

Go behind Siege, ear slapping.

(Don't tell me, but I get it)

He looked grumpy and he was whispering.

"I'm sorry, but Non doesn't overestimate the Lord that much. Therefore, I turn to His Majesty's judgment."

Make a statement like throwing a fire into such gasoline.

"Are you trying to tell me I'll be behind you when I'm undead!?"

"Yeah, a pure undead would have made it possible to crusade in the Lord of the Brave. That's what Non admits. Well, I don't think Lampertz would take the fall for such a simple undead."

"You, uh, treat the mutton fish and me in the same line!?"

"Sort of. The Lord will surely ascend to magic and magic. But considering the skill and taste of combat, the overall level of completion is overwhelmingly Lamperts."

Old Sieg praised this guy for his magic, C. It doesn't even extend to the satyrs. Give me a worthless compliment and I'll give it up. Clearly, just tell him you're weak so he can't take care of you.

Nevertheless, was it only a boy with a mouth that had made his chest jump a little, but not a great deal of strength, to the fellow who met him for the first time?

Sieg and brave Yukihiro with collisions of gaze.

In an instant situation, the door of the room opens, and a man in butler's clothes gives a compliment.

"His Majesty the Emperor."

Put your hands on your chest and thank you when they all rise to momentum.

I also imitate it, and Aquid and Zem hang deep down.

"You're doing it. The argument also fought again. Refined measures lead our empire to victory. Much better."

I have heard this voice recently.

Face up, beautiful blonde hair over two meters. After all, he didn't even mention his name. I didn't think there was a reason, but I don't think so, a dick named Georg Rose Archive himself.

"Looks like Gray's here, too. Let's leave our seats open. Take your Lord and sit down."

"Ha..."

Behind the emperor Georg was the Macburn border uncle and Count Hartwig.

"Your Majesty, I have a petition to make."

Sieg kneels when he goes to the front of the emperor.

"Sieg, you!!"

"I don't mind. Tell me."

Unilaterally blocking Yukihiro's words, the Emperor permits Sieg to speak.

"There are doubts about the movement of both the undead. I would like to ask this grandfather for permission to improve the battlefield."

"Hmm, an improvement..."

That's how the emperor Georg whines as he looks at me sideways but niggles.

"Emperor, you don't have to listen to such cowards. I'm responsible for making this mess sink."

"What do you think, you guys?

Georg asks Uncle McBurn, who refrains behind his back.

"Just because we've improved doesn't mean we're disadvantaged. I was wondering if I could hire you."

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid now is the time for an important break from war. I was wondering if it would be a good idea to tease the soldiers."

A middle-aged man with a Kaisal mustache in luxurious clothing stands up and says so.

"It is also beneficial to the words of Lord Curos. Do you have any plans for Grandpa?

Nod loudly as Sieg turns his face to me.

"This is nothing more than a speculation of Nong, and only a comrade who can forgive him is thinking of hitting the task."

to the simultaneous venue, the emperor raised the end of his mouth,

"Then you have no reason to disagree. Yu - Allow in the name of the Georg Rose Archive. Sieg, do as you wish. Details of the location where the trap (trap) has been set up should be submitted in a document at a later date. Organize and communicate the details from the main management to each of the Horsemen. Above"

Reluctantly, the other lords rise up and give their praises.

Operation Undead was launched here.