The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Four days have passed since the day of the crash.

In front of me, the forest runs out and the road runs straight across in front of me.

The road, an industrial road dating back a long time, the stone cut out of the rocky mountains, which are now fortresses, was exported through this road.

When exporting Verdant stones to Siyarta and elsewhere, there were carriages carrying stones to and from the sea.

Even so, is Verdant stone quarrying still taking place with little ones, so when it comes to active duty?

The road surface, naturally, was paved with verdant stone.

Face the road and make sure there are no rounds.

There was only about a leaf of tree falling on the road surface.

Oh, good.

The woods I have walked in will be cut off by this cobblestone path in a straight line from the Great Fortress for Applications to the sea.

That means if they place soldiers here, there's no escape anymore.

If the net is closed, the three parties outside the sea are no longer enemies, so they are as deadly as bugs caught in insect removal nets.

If that were the case, I wouldn't have intended to break through a straw or a bee during the night, but my hair would be more of an adventure.

And if we get out of here safely, these kinds of paths don't exist until reformation.

It is not a threat because the way of life of the settlers living in the woods is just endlessly running, and such roads are not suitable for using soldiers to put up examinations.

And one more thing.

After all, Carol's identity doesn't seem to have been found out over there.

The other cognizant understanding of this one is that one eagle ride (this would be aristocratic and equals) of the Shan people of unknown character, or if the disguise is found out, two are on the run. That's what a blonde Shan man is running away from. Not really.

If the blonde Shantian were to be on the run, he would spare no effort to put up a sentry on the road and seal off the woods, if not for the old brains.

Because that's all it's worth.

The practice of arranging soldiers from a thousand people on constant roads and blocking forests would also be a huge burden in an army of tens of thousands.

If you're one wooden nobleman everywhere, it's not worth catching you that far.

But if it's a high-value goal like Carol's, it's completely different.

I turned my back on the road.

"How was...?

A little bit in the back, Carol, who was keeping her back in the tree, said anxiously.

"I'm fine. He's not tense."

"So... you're going?

"Oh. I'd just like to wait till night if that's true."

Even though we don't have constant surveillance, there will be a crowd.

It's not a winding road, it's a well-maintained straight line, so you can see us going through it in the distance.

"But if you do, it'll crush you all day."

Now it was still time to see if the sun had finally climbed out.

The chances of a chaser hanging on it are not zero, so hitting the afternoon off for the whole afternoon is a waste of it.

Before the chase, if you are too relaxed, by the time you reach the Reformation, the fortress has already fallen, the Reformation has been besieged, and you cannot enter. It could be something like that.

"Okay. So let's go."

Carol stood up cleverly using her crutches.

On the contrary, I crouch and turn my back.

Carol's chest fell on my back and she immediately turned her hand around my neck.

Take both legs and stand up all the time.

I've done it over and over in the last few days, so it went a lot smoother.

When Carol held the crutch in front of my chest, I started walking.

After five minutes of walking, I could see the road earlier.

"Yuri"

Carol shrugged in her ear.

"Something sounds"

I stopped at ease.

I couldn't hear it at all because I was walking disturbed by my breath.

When you stop breathing all the time and concentrate your consciousness on your ears, besides the beating heart with fatigue, you do hear inorganic noises from afar.

Turn back.

No, I might be able to see my back if I were to turn back or if it was a scourge on foot.

I'm more scared that way.

I crouched down, behind a tree I could hide, slowly lowered Carol.

By then, the sound had already grown louder enough.

Horse hooves make cobblestones sound depressed.

I can hear the characteristic sound of pacca pacca.

Because the horse's hoof is not able to walk long on the cobblestone, there is always a hoof.

This is what happens when iron and cobblestones collide and thick fibrous hooves sound.

There's nothing else that makes this sound.

"Don't talk."

"Don't be silly"

Needless to say.

But I'm really glad Carol noticed the sound.

If they'd seen me on the road, it would have been a big deal.

No.

Is it too early to decide with the enemy army in the first place?

There is some circumstance, and it can be assumed that the enemy is hassled with marching from the shooting field, and it may be the Friends who pass by.

Then the situation will change once and for all.

Oh! And get out, and help me! Just screaming, all the problems currently plaguing me would solve the problem in a fast knife mess.

………

Wait...

The sound of the hooves approaches.

From the sound of intermittent stirring, it can be seen that there are not just a few horses.

Along with the sound of horses, you can also hear rattles and wheels pounding rough cobblestones.

The noise grew louder and louder, and became increasingly annoying as to whether the number was too high.

"You don't show your face. It's a pain in the ass in the ass if they see your hair."

and say in a small voice.

The golden colour is too noticeable in the woods.

Just a glimpse from the shade could draw your attention.

"I know."

I'll see what I can do.

After a while, when the sound was completely plugged right into the next road, I half-faced out of the trunk and saw the way for a moment.

What I got into view was a queue of carriages and people.

I can pull my head right in.

Different.

It was more of an enemy.

Obviously not like the Shans because of their clothing designs.

It's a clan.

Oh, enemies...

After all, things can't be that convenient.

If this happens, do we have to wait for it to pass?

But if that looks like it, are these guys in the supply ladder row?

In that direction, we're heading from the harbor toward the Great Fortress.

Then it would be reasonable to assume that the harbor has already fallen......

...... Ha.

I wonder if I can go home this......

In situations like this, pessimistic thinking deprives people of their activity.

Pessimism frustrates the energy to try to move forward, and the brain consumes calories just because it is fighting anxiety.

Such pointless consumption makes the situation even worse.

So I was consciously trying to keep pessimistic thoughts away...

But this is a place that was totally this land until a week ago.

So there's a grand line of enemy supply steps through there...

Cry.

No......

A fortress is an equipment for this purpose, and there is no pessimism...

The fortress can also go through it and move on.

But if you do, you'll be dressed up as a pinch between you and the group that came out of the fortress with your back poked at you.

Of course, no one would be such an idiot because the supply line would be cut off.

If we continue the siege by affixing large legions so that we can never get out of the fortress, or we can go through and move on with the army first, we will now run out of legions for the next goal, for example beating reformulation.

A fortress is an institution with such troubles.

So the enemy won't be here before they attack the fortress... maybe.

But in fact, can I expect that...

And I was just worried, out of the blue, out of the way,

Gago!

I heard a hard noise.

You must have been surprised. Carol's body, hiding together, trembled vividly and loudly at her feet.

I was pretty surprised, too.

What...?

While I think so, I'm afraid to show my face.

Now that I had trouble, I would certainly be more alert than when I was just relaxing down the road.

Nothing. The landscape of the forest also changes its meaning, the eyes it sees, and its number increases.

What shall I do?

With that in mind, I felt like the carriage had stopped, smudging Giggy and the body of the car.

"Oh, my God, I fell"

I'm the only one who could understand the voice.

Kra...... it's Terrorist, so Carol shouldn't understand it.

In time, I heard a petty sound called pakappakkappakkappa coming from the south side.

I'm not pulling anything off, that would be horseback riding with people on it.

Then,

"You dropped it! What are you doing!

I heard a man with a great tone freaking out about being a commander.

"Excuse me!"

Unlike Harrol, I've only heard native terror speak from Dr. Etha's mouth.

Compared to Dr. Etha's, he was a lot more dialectic and had an uncomfortable intonation, but there's nothing I can't hear.

Dr. Etha's Terrorist language is the most legitimate pronunciation spoken in Vaticanus, but the Terrorist-speaking community is so vast that if you leave the papal realm, you can even turn the dialect.

"Chip... just reload it!

"Heh!"

I wonder what you dropped......

It sounded like a pretty heavy object, considering the magnitude of the sound......

It wasn't as if it had dropped many fruits like apples, or as if a crate filled with heavy objects had dropped.

"Uhhhhhhh!!!!

I could hear someone treading so far.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, you seem to be working very hard.

That's not the case, but I'm about to laugh.

"Ha ha... whoa, don't stand there. Give me your hand!

I wouldn't have said that to the man on the horse who seemed to dictate earlier.

"Ah."

The reply was, for the first time, the voice I heard.

I have the impression that it's kind of bogged down, and it looks like a dall.

"Here, hold it that way."

"Whoa whoa whoa!!!!

"- - - - Whoo!! Kuku......"

"Ha, ha... this is pretty good..."

They couldn't have done it by the two of us.

You've put so much effort into it, can't you lift it?

I wonder what luggage a big adult (I don't know if) wouldn't even lift for two.

A full barrel or something...?

It didn't even sound like that, and if it was a barrel with heavy stuff in it, would it crack if I dropped it...

"What!! You can't lift it!!!

"Ha... but I think you'll understand if you try, but it won't even work with Pickle"

What a pain in the ass.

What should I do?

I'm waiting for you to pass by, but how long do I have to wait?

"If you can't lift it with human arms, how did you load it in the harbor?"

"Well... it's impossible for a big man like that to lift his teko with these thin arms."

"Chip... you can use it!

"Ha..."

Then you should get off the horse and do it alone.

And I thought to myself while others, but I guess that's a promise I won't say.

There must be nobility or something.

"Enough! Leave that!

"What, are you okay?

"I don't mind about one. But the next time I drop it, I'll cut your arm off! Keep your front tied tight!

"Ha..."

Then, would it be about a minute in time?

When the sound of tying the strings was heard and the pessimistic wave of the reins, the horseshoe moved on again, including the cobblestone.

The stalled supply staircase row also moved again and began to sound Goto.

I wonder what it was......

After the sound was completely gone, I moved for the first time and checked my way.

The hustle and bustle filled with earlier tensions is quiet as a lie.

I don't have one of them.

"I'll see..."

Whispering, Carol snorted.

Head down the road carefully and make sure there's really nothing first.

Inside sight, there are no animals, no people, nothing.

Again, I looked at the road and looked for what I had dropped.

Then, I didn't have to look for it, and there was something that I could clearly tell from it.

Stone.

It's a big stone about my shoulder width.

Even so, it's not the kind of stone in those woods.

It is sharpened by fleas or something and is bulbous.

Is this granite or something?

Sandstone, limestone, it's a different texture than a stone that can be broken if lightly tapped with a hammer.

Apparently, at the end of the story, he kicked and rolled undisturbed, and the stone was off the road and rolling over the dirt.

The cobblestone in the part where the stone fell had been broken, giving a peek at a rough cross section, of a different quality than the weathered surface.

Well, it wouldn't be easy to lift this stuff up manually.

Even I want to say "don't be impotent" when you tell me to do it.

Probably more than a hundred and fifty kilometers.

If you think and lift it for two or three people, you won't even lift it, but the problem is its shape.

It's spherical, so it's hard to hold.

If one of us slipped his hand along the way, there would be a high probability of an accident where someone's knob would gut.

I guess it was unintentional for that horseback nobleman to give up and avoid it beside the road along the way, but he was right.

I've almost figured out what to use this giant strange stone for.

My condolences go out to those who are in the Great Fortress.

No, I don't know. I'd better hope an accident happens and the plan becomes impracticable.

It's probably an experimental plan, so the outburst and catastrophe could also happen with a chance of not being stupid.

But it's so handy to prepare so much less than a week after winning a meeting.

I guess it's a close and ambitious plan.

I want to say heavenly sunshine while enemies.

Considering it was the plan of those so concerned, praying for an accident also seemed rather hopeless.

... Let's go back.

It's out of my reach right now.

When I turned away from the boulder, I walked into Carol's waiting forest.