Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

"─ Shit! Not again!

Someone threw up evil in a world surrounded by light.

Irene Neo grips the throwing knife pattern hard in the face of the evil that has gone up to his throat.

Next door, my boss looks at the chaffs coming from the front in a harsh manner.

For the third time, he didn't get hit in the eye.

But it did not change that it was unintentional, and some of my companions were holding their eyes.

"The guy with the eye shot, don't move the spot. Whoever sees you, step forward and defend your allies!

My boss skips instructions.

Soon about five people advanced their horses in front of the group and played the throwing knife that flew in.

A black-painted knife meets the iron sword and sounds a metal noise that is deafening.

Whether the knife falls to the ground to prevent reuse is exposed to iron colour everywhere and can be dealt with if you know it will come.

Try something, and Irene Neo throws the throwing knife he was gripping at the chaff in a slight motion.

Unlike on horseback, the black throwing knife released from the stable table of lords is dispersed in the dark night and goes to Chaff's chest.

But Chaff raised and lowered his sword so that even the fly would drop, knocking the knife off.

Even if you know you're flying, it's hard to drop a flying knife while riding a horse that runs at all costs.

In fact, Irene Neo's people are stopping horses in front of a group to deal with them.

"With that youthfulness... you do well"

"If you're complimenting me."

My boss gives it back to me.

Within the exchange of words, Chaff raises one hand in front of the Ireneos.

Seeing Chaff's instructions, the cavalry rushed into the forest to the left simultaneously.

I guess this raid is over.

One of my buddies looks back at his boss.

"Let me chase you!

"I won't allow the pursuit. Down the road."

Cutting and throwing away his men's plea, his boss instructed him to move forward.

Still trying to devour his men, Ireneo pointed to the carriage and the wounded.

"Though the path Viscount Trinen uses pays for the branches, he should be rolling round the marutai on his way to prevent pursuit. Even though you're going to disperse the exhausted troops even further?

"But as it is..."

Even if explained to Irene Neo, his men still try to eat down.

Even if the reason is convincing, it seems to be irritating with repeated glare and the unintentional blows that follow.

If you look at his face, he was a replenished soldier after the retreat in Count Sidruber territory.

"Priority now is to reach the ship. You can't follow me up to the ship."

When Irene Neo persuaded him, his men nodded reluctantly and pointed their faces in the direction of progress.

Ireneo throws his side at his boss.

"… there must be a large number of soldiers stuffed in Seoul as well."

"I know. Don't leave the ship on the way out of the Marquis de Beltze to the Earl of Siddlbar in the shortest possible time."

Interacting in a whisper, Ireneo sighs remembering his former mountain crossing.

Just in case, the silver-haired daughters laugh with pleasure when they make sure the double-headed doll in the carriage is safe.

"Hey, did you get any serious injuries?

"Hey, how many seriously wounded?

A light tone with a bright voice out of place and out of tune with the content.

My boss gave me a big look.

"I'm not out this time. There are six seriously wounded so far."

"... maybe not much yet"

Ireneo frowns at the words he has heard smaller.

Before opening his mouth to ask, the double-headed dolls began to hold their foreheads against each other for an exchange of views.

Unique air fills the carriage, like playing with dolls assigned side-by-side roles.

An unspeakable discomfort cling to his chest, Irene Neo turned forward.

"After all, don't take in the light from up here."

My boss looked up at the night sky and muttered.

At the point where the Chaffs would still carry out their raid, the branches above would always have paid for it.

"I don't know what the rationale is, but without the original light, you don't seem to be able to use glare."

"Bronze swords are suspicious after that."

Irene Neo and I discuss the results of the discussion, and the manager tells his men to move forward.

And I instructed him to report it when he found a point with a light overhead.

My boss exhales roughly, staring forward.

"Next time you set me up..."

In the middle of the words, Ireneo grabbed his boss's shoulder and pressed it against his horse's back.

Huh, the sharp, dry sound of tearing the air blurred his boss's back and stood against the carriage wall.

"─ Enemy attack from left!

Irene Neo draws attention with a chopped voice.

But it was already late, and four of the soldiers who were consolidating the left of the carriage received throwing knives on their bellies and shoulders.

"It's the forest to the left. The enemy is letting the horse wear cloth!

"Either you're going forward or you're going back!?

"He's in the dark in black. I don't know where he is!

Irene Neo bites his lower lip.

From the information that sounded fragmentary, the chaffs secretly approached the horses by letting them wear cloths to increase their secrecy and further wrap their black clothes around them.

My boss pays Irene Neo's hand and stares to the left.

"You made a constant flow with your eyesight. It was far-fetched."

With his teeth clenched, his boss turned his horse's head to the front left and headed straight for the left soldier's support.

The chaffs were always blinded by light before the raid.

Irene Neo and the others were illusioned that Chaff's ambush was a dazzling favor and had begun to see the dazzle as a signal of ambush.

That was the real glare by the chaffs.

Ireneo looks around at his surrounding companions.

The companions, who were used to glare and had begun to create mindsets with glare as their starting point, were struck by surprise and completely upset.

Originally, I paid too much attention to my eyesight when I said that ambushes were carried out in the dark.

"Calm down, don't leave the holding! The left wing immediately holds it back. You guys are good, do your job!

Ireneo lifts up his voice and scolds his companions.

With the addition of his boss, the left wing was at once stable and morale and order had been restored.

The chaffs abruptly cut up the raid and left without sound and appearance.

"Whole, stop"

My boss orders me, and my people stop the horse's leg.

Severe wound four, that's ten.

The original number was twenty-five, even adding a double-headed doll, a non-combatant, was a group of twenty-seven.

But fifteen soldiers are now capable of combat. The boss is the commander and Ireneo is unable to participate actively in the battle because he is the owner of the carriage.

"I can't protect the seriously wounded anymore. Put some of them in the carriage... but brace the rest on the back of the horse"

Disgusting orders, said Irene Neo unintentionally.

Because when you have to, you have to abandon it and run away.

But no one could disagree - it should have been.

"Do you have a minute?

Half-opened the carriage window, the double-headed doll pinched his mouth.

The silver-haired daughters propose, like a child who laughs at the inorganic thins and tries to lower them to the window by bracing threads around the doll's neck.

"Hand over the ten seriously wounded, those men, to Viscount Chaff Trinen."

"... what?

My boss frowns at the words of the double-headed doll.

From the look on his boss's face, he interpreted it as not conveying the meaning, the double-headed doll explains.

"The Trinen family is a solid, honest family"

"Can we abandon the abandoned, seriously wounded?

"... that means handing over the seriously wounded to captivate and intervene."

When it comes to caring for ten seriously wounded people, the chaffs, who have only six, will be unable to move.

But this suggestion to sell his people in exchange for his own safety distorted his boss's face with disgust.

The double-headed doll shook his head when his boss nearly opened his mouth.

"Sooner or later, you idiot"

"It's a mistake, Seki-san."

The double-headed doll spins the words in a spooky tone.

He doesn't seem to have any sense of crisis or anything that's after his life.

"I don't know if there's a mix of people with this darkness and somewhat minor injuries."

"Mix the minor wounded disguised as seriously wounded and stab Viscount Chaff Trinen"

The double-headed doll explains alternately.

And casually add the end of the line when the doll with the neck brackets fails.

"─ Either way, if you're injured, you can't use it. If you fail, you just have to abandon it."