The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

"Welcome back"

Fritz responded with a reassuring smile to Nossett, who had said so and welcomed him.

"I'm home."

Get inside the house and put the wrap on the living room desk.

"Yeah? What baggage?

"Are you cooking?

Ignoring Nossett's inquiry, Fritz says, did Nossett guess what the

"I can do it. I'm gonna warm it up again, so play with Musset."

And I said with a smile on my face.

Mussette comes running over from the chair she was sitting in.

"Auntie! You know, hug me today..."

It was always a bit of a strange demand for an active musset.

"Fine. Come."

Fritz sat on the couch and slapped his knee.

Musset, riding on his knees from side to side, looked at his father to the top,

"Old man, is it hard for you to work?

And I've been asking strange questions.

"It's not hard on the basket. Do I look tired?

"Something's wrong with you."

"Right..."

Fritz is not a commander about the military, nor has he ever been a trooper. However, I have knowledge that can be described as common sense for military personnel. So I can't say I'm an amateur, but I'm not an expert either.

Rather than taking command on the battlefield, it is our job to put in place a favourable situation at a strategic stage before that.

But it doesn't mean you don't have to go to war. Regardless of the small-scale battle, if the total force is a meeting that bumps into each other, what needs Fritz's judgment could happen on the ground.

There is no such thing as frizz in the Orasem regime as a subordinate who can delegate full powers to such things.

So Fritz had to leave tomorrow and head to the battlefield.

"No, your father's fine."

It was true that I was tired, but I didn't want to worry about Musset.

"Liar......"

"I'm not lying. I got better when I met Musset."

"Phew..."

Crushing, Musset made a grin to overflow, suppressing his joy.

What a lovely, stiff-minded grin.

"Well, let's play some games."

"Games?"

"Um. I was your mother. If you line up four, it's a winning game."

Musset did his gaze to the edge of his desk. There's a board of major plays.

It is not as high as it was made of ivory, it is cheap made of wood, but the boards are separated by helmets and the pawns are painted separately into white and black.

It's not the way it was supposed to be played, but I guess it's a game of winning with four pieces of either color lined up. and Fritz guessed.

"Fine. Shall we?"

Fritz said, with the boards and pawns at hand that were within reach.

"I wonder if I'm tired of playing. You fell asleep."

Nossett said. Musset, besides his thoughts in the game, chatted while Fritz was eating and now fell asleep on the couch.

"I'll take you to your bedroom."

Fritz said, holding the musset back and carrying it to his bedroom.

Trying to lay on the bed that Nossett and I were using, I wandered around in my arms and opened my eyes thinly.

"Auntie.........?

"Good night, Musset"

Releasing his hand and slowly putting on the futon, Mussette closed her thinly open eyes, leaving herself to the sleeper and seemed to go to sleep.

Think of it, I feel like I should have slept better from the baby's place.

Fritz walked away from the bed as he stroked Musset's soft cheeks.

Back in the living room, Nossett was sitting in a chair, pouring tea.

"Nosset."

Fritz opened the wrap he had brought and when he took out the crate inside he opened the lid.

"Yeah, well, I thought so."

"For once."

Inside the crate, Kushapeni gold coins are arranged neatly and packed in the gap to avoid jarring and noise.

"What are you going to do?

"For once, yes. Just in case something happens to me."

"I really hate that kind of thing about one of the guys."

Nossett said as he seeped disgust in his face. Maybe he seemed pitiful.

"Is that how you take responsibility? Responsibility for me and Musset is not to leave the money behind. It's about coming back here. You're my father."

"... on the battlefield, because you don't know what's going to happen. It's for the time being."

"You can stop going to war. I've told you many times, there's nothing more important to you than your family and your life."

"... I've said it many times, but I can't do that. Winning the war is also to protect you."

"It's a grand tour..."

Nossett leaned down. He seemed to regret that he had repeated on this occasion the interaction he had repeated several times.

"Did I tell you before that I didn't want to be just a military wife?

"... you haven't heard"

I remember all the conversations I had with Nossett, but I didn't remember hearing Fritz.

"A soldier's husband is dead, and his wife says he's proud or something. You're often there, aren't you? I hate that one. If you really love her, you can't be proud of your dead husband for leaving your family behind. I want my beloved to die even a second later than himself. Because I don't want to feel lonely."

Saying, Nossett was wiping his overflowing tears with his hands.

Fritz has no words to give back.

"If you're so lonely, talk about liking someone you're married to... but you can't help it. I like it. No way, Gus, I didn't think this was gonna happen."

"Nosset. I have something else to protect you and my daughter. Though that's less important than you or your daughter, you probably don't have to give up your life to protect it. It doesn't mean I don't deserve to love you if I don't throw it all away, does it?

"Then why are you giving me this stuff... come back properly... gussssssssssss"

"So for once. The truth is, there's almost double the difference in force. It's not negative."

It wasn't until Fritz disposed of his household belongings that he prepared something like this, because Gertrut's words had cast a black shadow on his heart.

Double or triple the difference in numbers, but it's better not to be chronic about one.

The impression that I actually met and talked to Yuri Howe was also like supporting Gertrut's worries.

He looked too young, like a transitional period in which a boy would be a youth, but the content of his talk was not outward-looking, immature and bluish.

I felt the roughness of trying to solve things by force, not politics, like a confident general, but not only that, but also the old that cared about political legitimacy and post-war rule. Such opponents will certainly not make differences such as defeating by storming an honestly inferior number of armies.

However, it does not change the advantages that there is a double difference in numbers.

I don't want to die, and I'm retreating. As Nossett worries, developments such as high probability of death awaiting him are unlikely.

This time, unlike two years ago, we're not in a situation where we're trespassing deeply into enemy land and retreating itself is more difficult.

"Well, I'll come back alive"

"Absolutely..."

"Yeah."

"And then you stay here today."

"From the beginning, I intend to."

When Fritz took his seat, he stopped by Nossett, where tear marks lingered, bringing his face and face closer together.

After a light kiss, Fritz held her shoulder and the two headed to bed.

The next morning, Fritz, who left the Nossett residence early in the morning, was about to leave after returning to his residence to support his departure.

I didn't wear armor that made it difficult to move because I'm not a soldier, but I wear tailored collar clothes close to military uniforms.

Another wife, Margery, was dressed as a fritz as a wife's service.

Finally he clamped the button, tightened the stuffed collar, and finally fastened the button on the sleeve, pulling the cloth on his arm with a pinch and stretching.

"It looks great on you. Welcome, Master Fritz."

"Oh, I'm coming"

Fritz finally put his slender sword through his sword belt as a shameless outfit on the battlefield.

I have no experience dealing with swords, so it's just a weight, but if I don't have this, I'm going to feel somewhat bumpy on the battlefield. Because they don't see you as a combatant.

"May God bless you - Aliluia"

Margery knelt, praying, and took Fritz's hand and kissed him.

Surprisingly, Fritz did not dislike the ritual. Instead, I even thought that God had asked me to make my mind a little easier.

The more luck you have on the battlefield, the better.

"Thank you. I'll be there."

"Yes."

Margery bowed down and sent out the fritz.

When he left the house with a bag packed with minimal bags, Fritz boarded the carriage and headed to the battlefield.