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

Georg Rose Archive

- Near Sutherland North Gate

Around fifteen divisions of two thousand each are on placement in various parts of the wilderness that extend outside the north gate of Sutherland.

The placement is asymmetrical and dotted on a number of battlefields, rather than unusual formations like horse hooves (hives) devised by the regular army. This is often in close proximity to the formation that adventurers take during the mass occurrence of demons, and emphasizes mutual collaboration.

The trouble with this undead is, first of all, there is one possibility that someone is manipulating it. And for the sake of not many large armies, it is to be expected that the manipulation is halfway. Because of this troublesome nature, battle formats are best fought against demons. It was from that judgment.

This formation makes it easy to move and evacuate, because even if a division is broken down, its thinner parts can be adequately addressed by heading to rescue, and it is not dense.

Regardless, the Gatekeeper nobles, including the regular army, rebelled against this formation. But then, as soon as they propose to leave the first battle of the hoof-shaped formation they claim to the regular army, the objection will soon disappear.

The General Command of the Army is in this Georg Rose Archive of Emperors. If we lose this war, this archive will perish. Only in the normal course can he associate himself with the selfishness and self-esteem of the Gatekeeper aristocrats. Now we should concentrate on cutting through this battle itself.

(Well, how about over there...)

About a dozen hours ago, tens of thousands of undead had left the body from the scouts and received reports that they were on their way to Thurmx.

(Has the fear of the Greys come true?)

It will be almost certain now that some have tried to keep Gray Millard away from this Sutherland.

(More afraid of just one child than all the Imperial Army...... that was licked)

In view of Gray's insanity, the decision makes sense, though regrettably. Perhaps this and Georg's anxiety about this battle stems from the fact that a child named Gray Millard is not in the land.

But Georg and the others also grasped important facts as a price for that anxiety. That is, that Curros is likely insinuating with the mastermind of this case.

Curos and the Gateway nobles must also be Emperor Nationals. For those who are not part of a commercial guild, the Empire is the foundation of their power and wealth. The real trouble with losing them is that they're better off than the Grays. If you act to protect your country, even if it was for you, it's a fine patriotism, a patriot.

That is why Curos in such a position cannot be sacrificed (frightened) only by his country for whatever reason. That's what I was thinking. No, that's what I wanted to believe. And that pale expectation is shattered (so much so) this time due to the undead raid on Thurmx. We forcibly escorted Gray to Thurmx, on which the undead attacked. Georg is not so peacefully bogged down as to clean this up by chance.

(Belly settled)

An incompetent man who persists only in his immediate interests and even cuts off the foundations of his self must not exist in this empire. We must ensure that we are solemnized in this case.

"Your Majesty, it's time"

"Oh."

According to the information on the scouts, in less than an hour, the undead both show up in this wilderness.

Moving forward across the horse, many of the marquis were kneeling. The 30,000 soldiers and mercenaries behind it become it.

"All men, the undead will come into the land soon. Keep your head up."

Once the words are cut off and you look at everyone, several kinds of eyes (mandarins) pierce Georg.

- An eye of determination to burn down your life to protect your country and your family.

- The eye of ambition to raise martial arts and show respect.

- Anxious eyes (not to mention) where survival instincts are stimulated and frightened mingle in front of both the undead, which span several times.

- In addition to the confusion, the eyes of weak minds trying to preserve themselves (not to mention)

These are all the right, undeniable kinds. With one exception -.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid this time the placement of the army -"

Curros tries to open his little mouth,

"Curros, I order you to fight with Lord Brave on the front lines."

I order you just to be strong enough to strike it off.

"What do you say! There are some battles that you can't do well. It is the tradition of the Expeditionary Army to protect His Majesty the Regular Army from maintaining the front line. I wish you'd forgotten!!?"

"If this is a human dispute about taking a general, then so be it. But this is an extremely rare occurrence of an undead raid. Kitsutsu is the same as an unintelligent demon. I'm not after the rest of my life."

"But in case one goes wrong!

"Lord Curros, do you want me to take a step back when the rest is undead?

"Yes, no, I don't think so."

"Besides, Lord Curros, I don't want to keep my back for the rest."

The words that came out of my mouth lacked so much warmth that I could feel relieved myself.

"Well, what does that mean?"

No longer can this man be saved. That's relative and well understood.

"That answer should already be out there. Think for yourself."

"Your Majesty, are you going to - back to your father's will!!?"

Like that old racist, these are the pests that live in this empire. And extremely bad in nature.

Enough, my resolve has hardened. I will never speak to this person again. than that.

Point your gaze to the side of Curros.

"Lord Brave, do you know why I sent you to the front?

"Oh."

Just one, while wearing a horseshit, the brave man nodded softly.

"I also owe you for saving the Empire a few times. So..."

"I don't mind that. I'll tell you everything when you're safe."

The brave Yukihiro stood up,

"Thanks for everything, Georg"

When you squeal like that, you walk to the battlefield, which is a dead place.

(Damn it! Oh, my god, it's all my scattered seeds!!)

When I first came to this world, the brave men protected the people with their exceptional power from that greatest demon dragon attack. Still, only hurting people never even against bandits. He was such a sweet boy.

The brave man at the time was only a twelve-year-old. It depends on Georg and the other adults whether they dye black or white. Such things would have been best understood by Georg.

I should have protected you. Because that is the responsibility of adults. Yet he made a sweet excuse for the life of his real father, the Emperor, and eventually allowed him to crush (crush) the brave.

Same thing. I was walking the same path as all those hateful, despised outroads and the Curos and Gate nobles without knowing it.

(There's already a lot of them...)

Everyone is watching the exchange between Georg and the brave in silence.

It ranged from knowing the background circumstances in a Georgian way to admirers of a brave man who had no idea (Shinpo-Sha).

But no one opens their mouth knowing this bitter air and brave man's readiness.

Georg got off the horse,

"That's the only word I can spare!

Inhale heavily.

"Make sure you survive, without lacking!!!"

With his gaze fixed to the ground, he squeezes the words out of his throat all torn.

The role of the General of War is to inspire (kobu) allies. Such a pitiful and unrealistic dialogue, as a General, is clearly also a good place to disqualify.

That one...... Gray would surely speak better and inspire the soldiers. Because Gray has the same thing as that emperor.

(I guess it's not a vessel...)

“ You are not the vessel of the emperor ”, a word spoken to that outward path of the emperor. The emperor has no praise, no respect, no fine dust. That's the guy.

But surely, majesty and charisma as emperors are far superior to that outer path. I have something that is fatally missing from Georg.

"Face up, look."

In the words of my neighbor's grandfather (Sieg), the instant he raised his face, the loud voice that just rocked the earth shook his eardrum. The roar propagates one after the other and runs through the battlefield wilderness.

"Your Majesty, go the way you believe. Our subordinates only support it with all their might."

When Zeke kneels, and the ministers stop growling, he imitates it.

"Get the whole army out of line!!"

Georg issued a decree for the start of the war.