The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Peanock Drain, now Uncle Drain, was meeting his men in the woods.

The House of Uncle Drain, as the Count, has a relatively rich and large territory and always has about four hundred soldiers as a force.

The soldiers, although rarely used in wars with neighbouring nobles, mostly appear at the request of grand nobles such as the greater Duke and usually serve in the maintenance of law and order in the territory.

Sometimes, when a greater force was needed, military service was imposed on homemade farmers and serfs in the territory, further augmenting the force to become about a thousand troops, but this time it did not do so, and he was leading by recruiting another half of two hundred soldiers from four hundred soldiers.

They are made up of soldiers, like those who have gathered and dropped Gorotsky, hired by a few knights in a feudal contractual relationship at all times.

Hiring Gorotsuki in the realm can also be a boast of permanent force, and by bringing together poor men who are likely to be criminals if left alone, when various bandits and other organizations show up, they can be bumped and depleted.

That way, with the change in the war context due to the emergence of artillery, the aristocratic wit (...) y (...) the governing law, was adopted among many aristocrats.

Among them, Uncle Drain's army would have succeeded in nurturing (...) Cheng (...).

Many noblemen remain no different from the army of bandits, and Uncle Drain's army, by his efforts from earlier generations, created a mechanism to train Gorotsuki little by little.

Wake them up at regular intervals each morning, train them, give them moderate distractions at night, but put them to bed by midnight.

In addition to such a regular life, sometimes praise and moderate pride will also lead us to act somewhat moderately.

That's how I've been getting more sophisticated in the tunnel.

It was also thanks to that that he was promoted to an expedition to the Northern Crusades at the request of Prince Zayed himself.

If the roots are the same as the bandits, let them not guard their loads.

If I know that if I pack up the load and take it away, it will also be a bag of gold coins, I will kill the knight fine and take the load, and he will disappear.

Though the soldiers' origins alone do not completely eliminate such examples, in Uncle Drain's army they fell within the bounds of forgiveness.

Uncle Drain's army is divided into two squads.

A knight named Sanja McAtony and Kanker Willens led a hundred soldiers each.

It is followed by fifty, twenty, and ten chiefs.

"Hmm, so?

Peanock urged ahead.

"We found two other settlements here, but they were all burned"

said Sanja.

"Hmm."

Peanock nods and gives it back.

The place where the three of them were was already a burnt settlement.

Even so, it wasn't baked by the Klu.

Apparently, it was something the Shans baked themselves.

When these things are done, the invading side is in great difficulty.

Soldier horse food is most efficiently obtained in invading localities.

"Other than that? Did you find the devil?

"No, not one"

Sanja responds.

"Hmmm... how about that one?

Peanock urges Kanker.

Kanker and Sanja, together, led the Hundred and were in charge of the half a dozen search ranges.

"Yes, there seems to be at least one escape here"

"Ho."

Peanock did a unique trick.

It's an unlikely trick to turn thirty-five this year, and when you hear an intriguing report, your lips are pointed.

It was a habit.

But one of them seems to be very hands-on.

"Is that man the demon of the example?

"No, not according to the story."

"Talk, what?

"Those attacked have been brought to life"

"Hmm?"

As for Peanock's feeling, that was a little weird.

What the hell does it mean for the person being chased to keep the person they're after alive?

In fact, if you keep your legs broken and can't walk on your own, you need a few people for that care.

As a result, two men had already taken up their duties in Kanker's squad and were far from normal combat duties.

but Peanock has no such understanding.

"He threatened to torture me, and instead of saying hello, he broke my leg, and if he told me I'd let him live, he seemed to talk to me perky"

"Hmm. Are you serious about your faith in the devil?"

When torturing, it would be natural to make a promise not to kill him if he spoke.

But really killing or not is a different story.

That's the kind of promise you make, and you don't always have to keep it.

Keeping it is a disciplined character, even with promises that are not defamed by anyone where they are broken.

Yes, Peanock thought.

"Come on, I don't know that. That's when the demon didn't seem to know about the dragon or the fire."

"Hmm?"

"Apparently, it's one of those guys who lost the previous showdown and ran away scattered"

"I see? Some of them will."

Some will go into the woods.

Come to think of it, it's more unnatural not to be here.

"But the man, apparently, was a tremendous skill."

"Hmm?"

"Already one ten chiefs and three soldiers have been killed"

"What?

"When you go after your legs, it's like a trap is set. This is what happens when ten chiefs are killed."

Kanker slapped his belly with his forearm.

"When I stepped on a rope or something that was stretched out on the ground, the shimmering branches flew down the diagonal..."

"Did you just hit a branch?"

"The arrows were bracketed. It was taken from the soldier who killed him."

Peanock distorted his face imagining the scene.

"Nooo...... Dead."

"I'm dead. Don't let an arrow stab you in the stomach."

"It's good to be dead"

The ten-man's throne was to be entrusted with the beating up of Gorotsuki, not the one given to the knight.

If you're not a knight, it's no use, and even on the road to the north, you're losing one in the fight against a thief who's after materials.

"But why would that demon do something like that?

"I don't know. If you were so hands-on, you'd be running away. The reason I'm walking with a scarecrow... whatever"

That was the question.

They, Uncle Drain's army, flew horses as soon as the directive was given, or on the run, ahead of time to embark on an investigation and search the woods.

But thanks to three days of L.A. before the directive was issued, it was causing a deadly delay in the first initiation.

If you have three days, if you are a workout person on a daily basis, you can earn quite a bit of distance.

Those who are about five days after the showdown but by now are walking alone in a place like this will be dumb as to whether they are extra Noroma, or injured.

In the military, it is normal to be healthy legged without exception if it is a skill, so it was weird that competent skill was still in this place.

"Aren't you injuring your leg?

"I don't think so. Talk about stuffing ten steps apart."

"Hmm...... But I'm sure your legs are slow."

"Maybe you're sick. You know, frightening your belly and all that."

"Ha! Is the devil diarrhea?"

Peanock threw up looking very uninteresting.

"But I'm pretty sure that demon is hands-on. What can I do for you?

"What do you mean?

"Should I persevere?"

Try canker, this demon wanted to miss it.

In fact, the fact that a surviving foolish soldier swept the law nasty and one more ten chiefs died has caused fright in the soldiers.

What's more, only a limited number of hunter-out soldiers were used to tracking (tracing) the rest of their legs, and all three killed (two of them dead in traps) were in their hands.

You have to be in the lead to explore after your legs, so it's only natural to be the food for traps first.

I didn't have the experience, I couldn't do the tracking job, but even in the dark woods, walking in search of just a few sculptures carved into the soil of black rotted soil would be a slow task indeed.

In other words, the search capability of the squad was beginning to decline.

Still, of course it's possible to slap a bunch of bums and make them do their job.

But after making a few more sacrifices, all you get is one demon of a man who has no philosophy whatsoever, which is not very much, but is not worth it.

Whether you want to smash your throat and tailor it to the killer, then even demons like the mutilated fish that were injured and left behind are enough, and I hear that those people are caught a lot on the seaside.

You don't have to bother choosing the maneuvers to run around the woods and catch them with a lot of effort and sacrifice.

"Sure, go after him"

but Peanock's response was heartless.

"It is a task which was immediately offered to me by Sir Palazzo of the Papal Territory. Prince Zayed's expectations are great. Ten or twenty men of the soldiers, I suppose."

"But as I said earlier, that demon is more than likely just a deserter..."

"It's not just a soldier's story or anything like that that I know how believable it is. And even if it's not real, if we don't capture one, this one won't look good either. Sanja's team hasn't found a single person... You did."

"... Yes"

If you're a normal person, you don't bother walking in the woods, which are determined to be difficult to walk in.

On the battlefield ahead, Siyarta's reinforcements were in charge of the Hall (Shinkansen), and the retreat was largely neat and did not make a scene like scattering spider children.

Sanja's squad, which is in charge of half the search range, didn't catch one brilliantly, nor did they spot anyone fleeing.

What I found was about an old man harming himself at home.

"If that's the case, I understand."

But Peanock's logic doesn't make any sense either.

Canker nodded.

"Well, good luck with that. Dismissed."

Canker flew his horse back to his unit within that day.

There were a few skinny preachers and two fifty captains in a small camp with just one Tsugihagi tent.

Skinny, in the sense that it is suitable for running long distances, does not mean that it is dilapidated.

Normally, a missionary order is something that requires an equestrian arm to carry out a mission safely, but it is useless in the woods.

What was needed instead was the strength to run through the woods.

So Kanker had chosen a person who was good at long walks and tailored them to a preaching order.

When Kanker arrived, everyone rose out of their chairs and gave their respects.

"Rest."

To put it briefly, everyone took an easy position.

Some sit in chairs.

"Master Peanock wants us to capture the example's long ear."

"Ugh..."

It was one of the fifty captains who said that in such a low voice that he could not hear.

We have had several discussions in the last few days, but from his point of view, the two long-eared targets have already gone out by the sea and hidden in the enemy king's capital.

So it was the poor lottery from the start that made me in charge of searching these woods, a job that only labor does much less good.

If you try from Kanker, it's not necessarily so. I had the idea, but there was nothing shallow but incomprehensible that led me to that conclusion.

And if that's what you're thinking, it's only natural that you'll feel sick of the orders to catch them.

"Don't worry. I take direct command."

"Huh?"

"In a depressed army, you can't catch them anyway. Gather the people you can use from among yourselves and I'll take them. You guys... all you have to do is do it right"

"How many?

"About five people each is fine. Of course, give priority to those who can follow in the footsteps. You can continue to follow him on the surface (...). I follow only one example."