The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 220: Final Preliminary

In the wasteland north of Wangdu, which stretches beneath his eyes, a large army of enemies was deployed.

The enemy's army, which has survived the corpses of its allies and walked far so far, is now aligned shoulder to shoulder.

That army, which was like a pattern on the ground, was dense in man, and each of them, willingly, was about to challenge the showdown exactly now.

Many of them can live their lives in peace without war or anything else.

The invasion of external enemies, the food crisis, which leaves many of the starving dead, and the destruction of industry due to the massive economic blockade.

They're here, even though there's not even a crisis looming over those truths.

Many of them will be wounded today or tomorrow, overflowing with intestines and dying around.

While aware of the danger, they are conscripted, whether they want it or not, and they are here.

Even though I can live and end my life in peace.

It also seemed like an incredible paranormal phenomenon that could not be explained at all, very illogical.

On the other hand, I also believe that a part of my head that knows how society works is a natural phenomenon that can naturally happen.

They were, legally speaking, expanding into the ultimate standard form.

It means creating a very large, thick sideline in the middle and distributing cavalry on both wings.

However, no cavalry exists on the enemy's left wing.

He hid in the woods about three kilometers behind him.

They are not hidden unnoticed as ambushes.

The presence of large groups is known in reconnaissance by eagles.

Neither does Epitaph Palazzo think he's hidden.

It's impossible that cavalry doesn't usually exist on the left wing, so if you were to hide, you'd put a small amount of cavalry in disguise, just like me.

However, if you are hiding in the woods, at least you will be hidden by the crown, and you will not be able to read how many cavalry are deployed.

In fact, I couldn't read it.

The first combined force of 120,000 would be less now, but given the first number, it's not surprising that there are about 10,000 horsemen left.

The terrain is almost flat from where the forest cuts, and the grass trees are also mowed in a wide area by residents of the northern part of the king's capital because they are cut into firewood, and there is nothing blindfolded.

I sprinkled a little paper in my bag as I passed directly over the enemy line.

It falls flat.

From south to north, there seems to be a degree of wind blowing unnoticed.

Add the distance flowed to the calculation and let it flow a little further south, and the good news sheet (Bila) descended on the enemy's head, so he starts pouring tons of paper into the wind one after the other.

The ten eagles following it also followed, starting to spread roses from different positions.

The battlefield sky is covered in paper blizzards.

It was beautiful.

When I returned to the main line of the Howe family, I rode the cakedri to the front row, ran from end to end of the line, and reviewed the line again so that I could browse.

I don't have time to stop and encourage at all, but I ran through as grandiose as I could while letting the Howe family's general flag fly around.

The Howe army is deployed on the right wing, the left wing is led by Tigris Hammon, and the Legion of the Rube family, with an elite unit led by Dimitri Daz in the centre, and the Gino Toga gunmen unit.

Five kilometers or so of battle lines seem long and short.

Between the Legion and the Legion have narrowed without opening up, and there does not seem to be any particular problem.

I ran through again and turned back.

The weakest of these is probably the army led by Tigris.

This army absorbed half of the Noza family, but the fierce training ended up only around a month and a week.

Even if I let you throw up blood reflexes, it's something I've known for a period of time to that extent.

It was a more disturbing element than the army of the thinnest Dimitri.

Well, if they pull it out, the reserve will do something about it, something like that.

I was just on my way back and heard a trumpet coming from the enemy.

Beat Kakedri's belly with his feet and float his ass off the saddle.

Faster, he returned to the headquarters building, which was north of Sibyak.

It's just a private house, but outside the building, a large number of cakedri and eagles are connected to carry out the mission.

I chose this place because it is close to the Howe family headquarters and is the tallest building.

the roof is broken and flattened, and the stairs are installed

Though about six meters tall, it's enough to jump over the formation and see it to the enemy.

Depositing Cakedri's reins with the soldiers,

"Hey, flag clerk! All troops march on foot! No operational changes!

Yes, I told him aloud.

The flag clerk who was stumba raises the flag he had prepared in advance on Paul who stood on the battlefield.

An eagle over the battlefield who saw it dropped a pong and a rope.

The tip of the rope was marked with lead, and the string between eagle and lead was flanked by successive attached flags.

The rope bends due to the loose inertia brought about by the eagle's flight speed, but it seems to serve more or less as a flagpole as preliminarily practiced.

I can see the right wing, center, left wing and three flying eagles each dropping their flags like a message game.

"Wait! Somebody arrest her!

In the headquarters building, I hear some noise.

It's Myalo's voice.

Is something wrong?

I went inside the headquarters building.

"Don't stop by!

It was Tileto who was making a scene inside.

What the hell is all this fuss?

In the middle of the room, pulling out the black blade.

It's dangerous.

"Guards! Please take her quickly! I'm freaking out!

In the building, Tileto stood with a black dagger, surrounded by the Howe guards.

Myalo is on the outside of it, skipping directions to the guards.

What the fuck?

"What are you doing? Tyreto, did you betray him?

I didn't think so, but I asked.

"Yuriku-! That's right! Come on, get him!

"No!

It's like the opposite word comes from the two of us.

What the hell is this?

"What the hell, dude? We're at war."

Rebellion or assassination, it's not like we're being shown an inner circle fight.

Tileto's betrayal of me here is tantamount to treason against the nation.

Not that it's impossible, but I just couldn't think about it.

"I just want to make a report!

"What are you thinking!! Are you Mocha? Are you!!

Myalo is screaming with a sword screen like he's never seen before.

It doesn't look like you're joking.

If Myalo had comparable strength to Tyreto, he would have chosen without hesitation to force and silence him.

It was such a beautiful way.

At first I thought you were even fighting, but when you think about it, it's also odd that Tileto and Myallo are fighting.

"If there's a report, you just have to ask. What the hell?"

"The two of us talk. There's a problem here."

"No! It's dangerous! Please don't!

Either that or Tyreto feels calmer.

Only Myalo is mad.

"Myalo, be quiet for a moment. This is the main battalion in the middle of a showdown. You don't have to yell at me, I'll ask you if you suggest."

"Knock..."

Myalo distorted his face in agony.

This was the look on his face like he bit down a bitter bug.

As usual, I can't swallow things.

So much so that if Myalo were someone else, I would wonder if it was a schematic that he was desperately trying to stop Tileto from trying to expose it, even with the betrayal he had made of it.

"So, what? It could be harder for both of us to talk than this."

"Okay."

Tyreto delivered the black knife to the sheath and threw it in the corner of the room for each sheath.

It would mean disarming.

And I started taking my clothes off on the spot.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

Tileto did not answer it, and when he took it off, not only his jacket, but even his underwear, he looked like a chest and underwear tied with a salad and stood barefoot on the floor.

"This will do. Look, tie your hands."

I was waving to the guard behind me, the hand I put together behind me.

Without waiting for the guards to tie me up, I approached Tileto, grabbed my arms and took him to the corner of the room.

"What the hell are you going to do? You know what time it is."

We're in command during the war.

I don't know what you want to do, but don't start stripping.

"Just talk. I don't know if you remember, but I'm the commander-in-chief of this showdown. Busy."

Though there is still time for contact between the two armies, this is not the case if they are taking time for this.

The timing of the directive requires delicacy, for example in the battle of cavalry.

Sometimes a minute's delay in judgment can cause fatal damage to the military.

He says he's in the middle of a performance, but it's like a conductor getting off the command deck and arguing for a crazy fight.

I should climb into the building and return to command as soon as possible.

"Ki"

The moment Tyreto opened his mouth, something jumped from across him and held my head in.

"Whoa."

"Ahhh! Ahhhh!

What the fuck?

I held my mouth down in a way that forced Myalo to flinch, turn her body back without letting go, and hold her head in her belly.

"Mm-hmm! Nmoooo!"

"Look, talk to me now"

"Master Carol is in danger."

- What?

"What, say it again"

Am I hearing this wrong?

"Master Carol is in danger."

When Tyreto vomited the word, Myalo stopped the resistance, as he had given up.

"Is this the time?

"For about a week now, I've been in terrible shape. But this morning, you finally lost consciousness."

"Are you stupid? Why didn't you report that you were feeling worse"

I told you to report it as soon as you got sick.

Why is it not protected and here comes the news of danger now?

Maybe he's lying.

"It's Lord Carol's call. They say crushing your day before the showdown is tantamount to betrayal of the nation..."

"Do you really want me to go to Carol now? Leave 60,000 armies alone."

"I am not devoting myself to the state. I'm doing everything I can to Carol."

I don't care if the state or anything else perishes. You mean Carol's temporary happiness is more important than winning this showdown?

"That's why I told him, knowing it was a mocha imitation"

"Idiot."

I took my hand off Myalo's mouth.

"Yuri-kun! Because I'm sure you'll be fine. Be sure to hold your mind."

My head was spinning like a pain.

Now, at this point, you want to leave 60,000 soldiers alone and go to Carol's?

Stupid.

These are the soldiers I pulled out of here.

The gathering that I traveled east to save this country is about to take shape.

Throw that away and go to Carol's?

If Carol was alive, if she could have had a conversation, she'd ask me if she could have won the showdown.

You lie, you color the end (first) with falsehood, and you manage to make it pass away with happiness?

Such an idiot.

Don't get lost.

Don't get lost, don't get lost, don't get lost.

Conclusions have been drawn from the outset. I haven't been given the time to worry about it for a long time.

Every minute I worry, the war gets worse. Decide.

Later if you're convinced. Pick one that has less regrets. That's only one thing. It will be decided.

"Terra."

I looked around at all the soldiers in the room.

"What I just heard is useless. Try to say a word outside now. Even if you win this battle, you're gonna regret it. If your life is in vain, your mouth is shut."

My extraordinary reign was delegated to Carol in full.

It's a matter that has nothing to do with the chain of command of the Howe Army, but the Tigris Army and the Rube Army, who entrusted the left wing, are different.

If Carol even flies across the news that he's dead, there could be a crack in some chains of command.

It's important to bring defeat to us.

"If anyone is listening outside the room, be prepared. I won't lose my life because of a light mouth that won't even be a piece of copper coin..."

I was consciously speaking a little louder than when Tyreto spoke earlier.

I was so sharpened.

"Answer whatever you find out."

When I said that, the soldiers replied one after the other.

"Tileto"

"... what?

Tileto's cheek, looking at me with his hopeful eyes, was punched thoroughly by a clenched fist.

Compared to me, the little Tyretto's body swoops away and hits the wall with a bee.

"Come on, what?"