Wortenia Senki

Large hall set on the first floor of the central tower.

As the two continue to stare, the sound of armor bumping into each other sounds like a kacha kacha.

Is the rough breath we hear from our surroundings out of fear of more than ten times the enemy soldiers surrounding us in a semi-circular fashion? No, I'm feeling something emanating from a man standing calmly in front of me.

(well... this guy got gayes...)

Moore stared at the face of a man with a thin laugh in front of him.

At first glance, he's a young man who seems to be everywhere in good health.

A smile that looks good to people.

But Moore did see the swordswallowing light hidden in the depths of those eyes.

That's hatred for something called the Ortomean Empire.

(Hypothetical? I see...... sure this guy is dangerous for our country......)

Moore has heard rumors about Ryo Mitsuzai many times before.

The most dangerous beast is one that intentionally hides its own fangs.

Besides, this beast has poison. Poison by the name of wisdom...

(I've heard so many rumors about this guy that I hate it. He's a cautious and unremarkable man. Despite how advantageous such a guy is, he stands on the front line himself, etc...)

Moore looks small at the side standing beside him and instructs him to go up the stairs with his jaw.

That was a really small sign, but from years of dating, the proximity seemed to understand exactly what Moore wanted to convey.

Take a few soldiers. One of the nearby men hangs up the tower stairs early enough to go.

(Now that's good... if I can just buy time, I'll be able to prevent the worst)

This central tower's library holds a variety of objects that you can never give to your enemies.

Moore nodded small at the side behind him, pointing his gaze towards Ryo Trun, who did not try to move with a grin in front of him.

(Can you afford it... or do you have some aim and it doesn't work? well good. same here i want to buy some time)

Anyway, speaking of the Altomere Empire, it makes its name for itself even to the other continents that separated the sea as champions of the central western continent. I ran away from such a huge empire, just one man. A fugitive who murdered Chief Court Magician Geith Walkland, one of the pillars supporting the Oltomere Empire, and crushed the face of the Empire, at the expense of an alien who could even be described as less than a slave.

On the face of it, Gayes' death has been handled by accident.

There was no way that a heavy minister of a country could be very public, such as being killed in a castle inhabited by an emperor and the killer fled the country.

By order of the emperor with absolute power, the Ortomea Empire managed to take care of its face as a result of the success of what was happening in a closed castle. But the more you try to hide the truth, the easier it is to leak.

Even if it had not been communicated by the general public, it was only natural that people involved in the country's work would have heard rumors once or twice. Though the face of the country is never spoken aloud, Ryo Michizai could also be described as an enemy to the Altomere Empire.

But he quickly looked around and Moore had a sharp tongue.

(but yummy...... they're all swallowed up by this guy's vibe)

I guess it's not like you don't hate the man who drove the empire into distress.

But on the other hand, from the knights who cemented around Moore, there was a temptation that was neither praiseworthy nor fearful.

Simply thinking about it, for the knights of Ortomere, Ryo Michizai is only an enemy who can hate but can't stop hating.

The recent struggle of the Altomere Empire here. Suppose that's started by the death of Geyes Walkland, the lead court magician who was a military master...

It is no exaggeration to say that the culprit of all of it is the man standing before this eye.

But as a samurai, as a single man, he even admitted that somewhere in his heart he said Ryo Mitsuji.

Somehow, he escaped the heavily guarded imperial capital of Ortomere on his own, shaking off the overlapping pursuit of Chardina and fleeing the country.

States and individuals. There will be no comparison between my powers.

The separation between heaven and earth and beyond lies before the two. Nonetheless, the man in front of him dived through Ortomere's fangs and showed them.

That feat and strength cannot be denied from the knights of Ortomere, the enemy.

People yearn for people with things they don't have.

Even if it is divided into enemy allies...

(I can't help it, I just have to focus on buying some time here...)

A choice that just says it's a little better than the worst.

But Moore now has no other path to choose from.

Moore opened his painful mouth, even though he anticipated the surrounding reaction.

"I see... you're an interesting man without a rumor. Attract the attention of our nation to the front line and destroy the Expeditionary Army without burning and fighting this food bank..."

He tried to calm down his mouth to show as much room as possible, but it seemed to be a wasted bad scratch. In the words, the surrounding gaze pours simultaneously into Moore.

The only person who doesn't move one eyebrow and still smiles gently is Ryo Trun, who stands in front of him.

That attitude suggests that Moore's predictions were correct.

(I can't help it. Didn't even realize I was in this state.)

Moore desperately tries to keep her own warfare on the verge of breaking, feeling the gaze of those closest to complaining about unexpected words.

I had predictions. But as soon as I put it into words, it becomes heavy pressure and tightens Moore's body.

He thought he was using a large army to unilaterally invade the territory of the Kingdom of Zaluda. That was changed in an instant.

It is also natural for the soldiers to be upset.

They seemed like fools who were supposedly overwhelmingly in their favor, actually shrugging on thin ice.

(What a man. Is it all calculated...... seriously, when it does, the bandits who say they attacked neighboring villages and towns...... is that what this guy's offering too?

Little by little the pieces of the puzzle combined in Moore to portray one form.

In the first place, towns and villages dotted around Fort Notice are being attacked simultaneously, leaning too unfavourably for Moore, such as turning in rescue troops and capturing the downward timing of the force.

It would be more impossible to think of this as a coincidence.

(But how the hell did you break into the country? The border line bordering Zaluda and Ernesgura should have been under particularly strict surveillance... no wait... no way this guy)

There is only one possibility that Moore has reached it. But that's a harsh road.

As a matter of reality, there is no way that we can fully monitor the vast border line from Zaluda to Ernesgura.

Neither satellite surveillance nor radio is available in the Earth world.

The streets connecting the city and the city stretch vertically and horizontally across the Western continent, and their management is clear.

But in uninhabited areas such as deep forests and rugged mountains, called borders off the streets, treatment is very vague, even when it comes to border lines.

Even if we draw a border on the map, we don't actually have a watchman.

It was only a surveillance starting from the streets' strongholds and cities.

Therefore, if we go beyond forest areas and mountains, which are unexplored lands, we can theoretically enter any country.

In fact, it is not uncommon for adventurers, mercenaries and other people who make the battle a business or who belong to a backward society, such as bandits, to avoid the streets and transcend forests and mountains.

But if we were to move the army, the story would change completely.

Beginning with the issue of replenishment, the issue of marching speed. And most importantly, if a single army moves together, no matter how risky it may be, the movement will be detected by the infiltrators.

That danger will increase the larger the size of the army.

However, if the fierce monsters are to safely pass through the spreading border, we will have to increase the number of soldiers.

Besides, it is by no means as elaborate as it is used in modern times with regard to maps.

Surveying technology itself is under the control of the state, and domestic geography is treated as classified military information.

In such a situation, there could not have been a map with detailed geography of the periphery and enemy countries.

If we are safe, we need to increase the number of soldiers, and if we are not read about our actions, we will have to reduce the number of soldiers. Two conflicting conditions.

That is why, although it has been carried out several times in the long history of the earth world, it has been considered more of a beating or a miracle than one of the tactics.

But now the miracle has been recreated here. Under the worst circumstances for the Altomere Empire......

"Everything is your plan..."

"Yeah, it's been pretty hard, though."

Liang Zhen answered Moore's question with a shoulder clasp.

It was a short word, but I know what Moore's trying to say so I can take it.

"The bandit raids were scattered fairly extensively around Fort Notice. It's a small, finely divided force that made them cross the border and join us while raiding villages and towns."

"Yes, from the cavaliers of Ernesgoura and Zaluda, and the private legions from which General Berhares was created, we have carefully selected people who are strong and skilled in the geography of the border. It was pretty close to beating, but it worked."

"Private soldiers in Berhales? You mean the Red Moon Regiment..."

Now my abbreviated unit made by the late General Berhares.

We have only gathered former bandits, and they are vicious and merciless.

Its name was hated and hated by the inhabitants of the eastern part of the Ortomean Empire, like a serpent scorpion.

"Apparently, from the beginning, they had orders to grasp the terrain in Ortomere territory. This time I let you make the most of it."

"It's all about winning... is that what you're gonna say?

"Yeah, even criminals would use it if it was worth the use. To win..."

That's what Ryo Jin smiles calmly.

In fact, Liang Zhen herself, who is crossing the blades with them on the way out of the Empire City, understood that the face of the Red Moon Regiment was a very vicious criminal.

Laura, Sarah and others would have been stripped of their purity without Liang Zhen's help.

People who are the opposite of the sense of justice that Ryo True possesses.

Just to say whether I liked them or not, Ryo Jin hated them. That's as much as I want to kill you all...

But Liangzhen didn't mean to miss the chance to stick to it.

(What a man... what the hell is this?

Nothing. You don't have to allow all their actions to flow into the water.

I'm just gonna put up with them while they need their help.

Seeing such thoughts from Ryo's true eyes, Moore breathed unexpectedly.

That is not the idea of a warrior or knight. Exactly. That's the mindset of skilled politicians and diplomats.

Moore felt terror before that steel-like will.

(I can't keep this guy alive... this guy is too dangerous for my country)

Even under this unfavourable circumstance, there was still a possibility that Moore alone could cut through.

If you sacrifice the lives of your men who will maximize Moore's strength and hold the law sword in their hands and protect them around...

But Moore chooses to fight rather than run.

(I've earned enough time... only put Keri on after)

"Take a ride with me! Goshiba!"

abrupt words.

Everyone on this scene turned their surprise gaze to Moore.

But Moore had the certainty that Liang Zhen would never say no.

If you refuse this offer, there's no way you're gonna show up here from the start.

(Whatever you're up to doesn't matter)

The will of war hangs over Moore's body, stirring up a mind whose fighting spirit is about to break.

My whole body muscles swell and my blood boils.

Perineal chakra, Mouradara starts spinning at high speeds.

It's a raging stream of raging "planas".

Moore breathes quietly and controls the flow of life.

And according to Moore's will, two of the second and third chakras, Swardistana and Manipura, start moving slowly.

(I'm ready... even if I stab you wrong... you'll kill me here!

A love sword in his hand followed Moore's will, and a text engraved into his body began to emit a blue and white light.