The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Five days have passed since we began the retreat.

Ange was walking with her feet as heavy as lead and still stretching her spine.

The blister made on my leg was crushed obviously, I initially felt uncomfortable with the wetness, but now the feeling is also a strong pain, and it has been shattered.

Still, step by step, there is hope.

The Knights of the Sacrament, led by Epitaph, are on the rear.

The number of people, which had a thousand at first, was now only a little more than a hundred.

Duplicate stone disposal operations have left most of them in use and abandoned.

I wonder if all of them were slaughtered by enemy cavalry.

But happiness or unhappiness... the hand of pursuit over the course of a few days had finally stopped.

In addition to the fact that the supply line came to its limits, it would be due to the fact that the Great Eagle's range of action was exceeded, making it impossible to measure its strength by reconnaissance. And Ange was reading.

If all that remained was known as just about a hundred and fifty troops, they might have pushed it impossible to continue the pursuit.

But it would have been better, for the Islamist community, to have had a happy outcome.

Ange walks on the ground in heavy footsteps.

I was hungry.

I feel like my mind has fallen out of my body and even dried meat of pasa.

Pain was crawling up from my feet, as my flesh blamed my husband for putting me in a harsh situation.

A blurred head handles it pale as just a pain that comes regularly.

Outrageous, I can't show you.

Only the thought was stretching my spine.

"Dear Ange,"

One of the soldiers called out.

These days, the soldiers don't call it the wrong way.

I guess you don't think it's if you're kidding.

"What?

We have reports of civilians being captured in the foreground.

"Right. I'll see you."

"Now get in the carriage"

Mmm, and Ange flashed her face for a moment.

I didn't want to get in the carriage.

"Dear Ange... With all due respect, you will be insulted on foot"

That's an excuse, you really want to give yourself a ride.

But turning it down was difficult in a different way.

To get forward, you have to walk faster than you do now.

Instead, you'll have to run.

In Ange's foot condition, that was impossible.

"... ok"

"Is it true! Okay, we'll take the carriage quickly."

The knight, older than Ange, should have been about twenty-three years old.

He didn't seem to be full of energy, but now he didn't seem to bitter, so he ran off and called for a carriage.

My legs peeled off and I'm just walking. I'm not working out at all with Ange at last.

It was Ange herself who ordered the drill, but she wasn't in it.

When I get home, I think I need to work out a little bit.

Immediately the carriage was brought in, so Ange looked good and jumped on the carriage still in motion.

"Proceed quickly"

When I gave the instructions, I said, "Ha!," he replied, starting to move a little faster than the queue.

I won't have anything to do soon.

The carriage is running with gatagotto.

It was easier to get rid of the pain and move forward on your own by touching it.

It's something I've been using for granted, but something is as fresh as I'm seeing a groundbreaking invention.

The horse is still powerful thanks to a little feed for overwintering, which was left in the village we visited yesterday.

One skinny woman who isn't even wrapped in armor, where it's increased to luggage, won't feel a great burden.

Together, I was going to get used to this ease.

Maybe I can get used to it.

The soldiers will forgive you.

When such an idea blurred my head, I felt something comforted that should not be comforted, as when I touched a wound that should not be touched.

Ange consciously extinguished the idea so as to extinguish the lantern fire.

"Dear Ange, isn't that it"

Says the knight who was pulling the reins.

From the other side, one of his men, who had been allowed to advance for a single reconnaissance, was walking in with two long ears with ropes in his hand.

"Sounds like it."

Close enough, when the carriage stopped, Ange stepped out of the carriage.

Distinguish long ears.

One was a slightly older woman, and the other, a girl who could be called a girl, was also an old girl.

The two of them look at this one surprisingly, with a ragged face.

"What are you doing on this road?"

When Ange heard it in Shan, the older woman looked mildly surprised.

"We're evacuating from the country."

From the excitement of finally meeting the one who speaks the word, or he said in momentum.

Well, I guess so.

Ange thought.

"Please, miss..."

"What about that kid?

"She's my daughter."

With parents and children?

"Please, just help my daughter's life. Please… please…"

The older woman knelt to beg for pity, clamped her tied arms to earth, and drowned her head.

My daughter, who looked about ten years old, stood on the spot in a bewildered manner,

"Please -"

And this one bowed his head, too.

"You guys want to offend this woman?

Ange said, switching to Kra.

That's what I heard, because I was going to give it to you if you wanted to commit it.

So if morale in our army was to rise (like this), I wouldn't mind.

The older woman still looks quite neat according to Shan routine, but still looks forty ways.

On top of that, he comes from a peasant appearance, with extra luxury and muscles on his arms and feet, and a good width.

For the eighteen-year-old Ange, it was impossible to tell if the crew would have any unfavourable feelings for this woman.

"... hmm"

The two knights, face to face.

I don't know what you're thinking, but it looked like you were having trouble asking questions.

"I don't need it."

"This one too, especially"

"You don't have to be shy. I'm asking because it's a problem I don't understand."

"I don't know what the men in the squad are all about, but hey, this guy's standing too toe"

"Children are too young... well, um..."

Ange's knight saw a young girl.

"No, you can't."

It didn't seem to work.

In the first place, it was surprising that a knight was troubled because, from Ange's point of view, such a young girl would not be sexually subject without any room for reflection.

In Ange, the knight lowered one stock.

"Right."

After Ange agreed to head over,

"Now, take the rope"

ordered.

"You can go, but have the food left behind. We are poor in food, too. Let's just be comforting."

There was a little resentment. Ange was relieved that she didn't have to brutalize (kook) an older woman who bowed her head with her eyes.

Is it because we can learn words and converse?

After all, it doesn't seem like meat in the shape of a person.

"Sister, you're all ears"

And, knowing the situation or not, the girl said.

By being able to speak the same language, you're probably mistaken for the same species. And Ange thought.

"Oh."

"This is the cutest thing I've ever seen."

"Right."

Ange is used to being praised for her beauty.

But it was the first time the Shans had told me they were cute.

If it's true, I almost said a compliment in return to the girl, but Ange stopped because I felt something was different about compassion for the seeds in the war that had now been plundered.

"Go. Maybe if we go a little further, we can get some protection from the army that's after us."

"Ha, yes...... bye"

When the older woman took the golden-eyed one from the dreaded bags, she tried to cover the girl with the bags left behind and went the way Ange came.

"Euni, follow me and keep me posted so I don't get caught again."

"... Ha"

The knight, who was scouting, consented and followed his parents and children like a sending wolf.

Having said that, while the Anges were stopping, the main unit had packed its advance minutes and was visible across the road.

"Phew."

Ange took a short sigh as she put her ass on the foot of the carriage she came on.

In Yong's thoughts, the idea arose that he might have committed hypocrisy, and he stopped thinking about it just a little bit.