＜Infinite Dendrogram＞

□ ■ Thirty years ago Count Calcellatan's residence

At the heart of the Calcellatan is a classy, but not too magnificent, hall worthy of a noble mansion.

It is the residence of the Count Calcherathan family and the centre of the politics of this Calcherathan territory.

The garden, which occupies the majority of the grounds, continues to expand and plant flowerbeds slightly in the hobby of a young man who entered the Count's house a few years ago.

In ten or twenty years it will be a stunning garden.

"Well, so this kid's coming with us to the Empire next time?

"Exactly, Death. Masne with the people of the Barbaros Border House."

A large tree standing in the garden - under a tree planted with the hope of a young man with a son-in-law, a young couple had such a conversation over a cup of tea on a terrace with a white table and chairs.

My wife is the only daughter of my predecessor Count Calcellatan, Countess Zelmina Calcellatan.

My husband is a diplomat in the kingdom and Count Marc Calcellatan, who joined his son-in-law in the Count's house.

The two were rare romantic marriages as noblemen, and a year ago they had been given a one-son Emilio, a crystal of love.

The Emilio enters a nanny car placed beside the couple's table and sleeps with Suyasuya in the shade of a tree and in a leaking day.

"I'm only a year old, but is it okay to travel to Barbaros territory?

"Traveling is a dragon car, so it's okay, Death. The mission is accompanied by the [bishop] of the State Church, Massi, and Death, who also has many escorts. Whatever you say, that Mr. Faldreed will accompany you, Mass."

To the anxious Lady, the Count said so to reassure her.

The Earl is a person with a slight oddity in the intonation of words.

Most importantly, after more than ten years of encountering each other, there is no way to care about the pronunciation.

"Well, [Holy Ride] Master Faldried?

"Yeah. He says he has business with the Barbaros family, too, Death. You think you're going to duel with Ronald's next borderline uncle?"

"Marc... you're looking forward to a duel over your work, aren't you?

"Giku. Yes, no. No way. Death, yo?

In a slightly overreactionary mood, the Count let him stand aside saying that he had been poked with a drawing star.

"Would you be more decent with your work already?

"Death, of course. This negotiation will have a huge impact in the future, from the mass."

The Count hasn't even told his wife what the job is.

Because it is an extremely important matter for the future of both countries.

Its contents relate to marriage by direct royalty and royalty.

It also looks at strengthening alliances by marriage and becoming a Union country in the future.

But the sons of the current king are all men, including the first prince, Eldor Zeo Alter.

There were also princesses in the empire, but they are not suitable for daughter-in-law to the kingdom due to the question of the character of their mother's home.

Therefore, it will be the next generation for the marriages between the two countries to take place.

It would take the form of a princess of the other country being married to one generation of kings or kings after another.

This mission also carried several apparent reasons, but this fate is its covenant in anticipation of the future decades from now.

Most importantly, as Count, I cared about my son as much as I cared about the importance of the state.

"There's something about Emilio, and should I accompany him?

"Meena doesn't like dragon cars, Deshaw? Besides, I have a job as a Count, Massi."

"That's true... Listen on top of each other, but there's no danger, right?

"Death, of course. I'll be back in less than a month, Mass. I'm sure I'll miss Meena's cookies by then, from Deshaw."

That's what the Count said, turning a piece of cookie that was placed on the table plate.

Cookies are handmade by the Lady and the Count has always liked their gentle flavor.

"Ahhh."

And from the nanny car placed beside the table, the baby's … their son, Emilio, spoke out.

Soon awake, staring at the cookies held by the Count with his mother's conceded odd eye.

"Emilio, do you want some cookies, Desca?

From the way he was reaching for the cookies so hard, the Count felt so.

"No, Emilio. Because I haven't even got all my teeth yet. Cookies are still early."

"Ugh."

Did you understand my mother's words or not?

But somewhere grumpy Emilio roared.

"Hahaha, Emilio. You'll be eating in less than six months, Mass. No, no, no, maybe when I get back from the Empire, I'm ready to eat, Masen."

"Well, then I'll have to put more on my arm to make it."

"Ha ha."

That's what the couple laughs at, and Emilio the baby is stuck and laughing, not sure.

It was peaceful family time.

A week later, the Count took Emilio to the Empire.

The Lady also smiled and dropped off the two of them leaving the Count's mansion in a dragon car from the gate of the Count's mansion.

- That became this family's lifetime breakup.

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□ ■ Thirty years ago the border between the territory of Calcellatan and Barbaros

The landscape was engulfed in flames.

The streets, the trees, are burning in flames.

There were countless hands and feet in the flames.

If you look closely at that, you can see that it is the hands and feet of a doll imitating a person.

Yes, there's no such thing as people's hands and feet in flames.

People's hands and feet...... were now torn apart by the hands of burnt dolls and rolled apart.

Rolling hands and feet are superior to a hundred.

Fifty won't let you down, even in numbers.

But if you describe them in terms other than numbers...... you would be right to call them the bodies of kingdom missions.

They were heading from the kingdom's Calcellatan territory to the empire's Barbaros territory.

In the meantime, he was suddenly attacked by a doll who had attacked him in large numbers.

It was also unclear what was going on, but the escorts defending the mission struggled.

But he was crushed by the doll's quantity, and his escort was also killed, and at last the doll's attack reached the dragon car of the mission to be protected.

The doll had no weapon, but had enough power to assemble it on people and pull a thousand of its hands and feet.

A user of exploratory magic who was in the mission had grasped the information that "it was [Edelbartha, the lifeless legion] that was manipulating the doll, whose rank reached mythical class by presumption" and had skipped a rescue request to both countries with communication magic.

But after time, reinforcements never showed up.

I can't help it. Because this is the border zone between kingdom and empire.

The decision to move a large army into a border zone, bearing in mind dealing with mythological classes, is not something that can be made early.

Most importantly, we would not have made it to the point of forming an immediate army and sending it out.

So much difference in power... the mission was devastated in just two hours.

That's how there was only one human being on this battlefield right now.

…………

He was a young man. Age would still be in the twenties.

He is wrapped in red armor like a bamboo and has a long blue bag in his hands.

On his right hand is a blade like a wave - a sword that is classified as a flamberge.

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More than fifty dolls arrive against such a man.

Jumping to surround a man who is an enemy without tearing him apart, communicating with each other in a language that humans do not understand,

"-" Blazing Circle ""

The man waves his sword in an arc-drawing orbit.

Shortly afterwards, all fifty bodies were amputated by a flame stretched from the blade, exploding and inflaming from its cross section.

The doll fell to the ground and burned in the flames… it became indistinguishable from the remains of countless other dolls scattered around it.

The number of wreckages would exceed 1,000 just to be counted.

Almost all of it was destroyed by this man alone.

The man's name is [Holy Ride] Aslan Faldreed.

This battlefield could be described as a truly one-thousand-horse activity of those who are even called the strongest in the kingdom.

…………

But in the face of the man who destroyed the 1000 dolls, there is no fine dust such as unblemished joy.

Because he had already been defeated.

Trying to destroy a thousand dolls.

Even if he himself is intact.

Because there's not a single mission left for him to protect.

If the individual and wide-area controlled types fought in a defensive battle, the settlement would often take one form.

In other words, it takes the form of 'individual combat types survive, but defensive targets are controlled by wide-area control types'.

I can't suppress the imminent group of Yunxia in terms of points.

This battlefield represented the Theory no more.

"... sorry"

He regretted his helplessness while being the strongest on this battlefield.

The doll that was attacking the mission was already devastated and nothing moves around but flames.

Aslan stands still for a while listening only to the sound of the flames burning the doll......,

……

Unexpectedly, I caught another sound.

He rushes toward the audio source - the rolling dragon car.

That's how it causes the dragon car, opens inside... and loses the word.

The interior seemed terrible. A doll went into the dragon car, and they killed him in the car. The civilian who would have been on board was breathless in a gruesome and miserable way.

But the intrusive doll has also been destroyed.

The sword of Count Marc Calcellatan, who was also the head of the mission, was finished through its head.

But...... the Count is already out of breath too.

But he was sheltering something on his back… that something wrapped in cloth was moving slightly.

Aslan softly hugs the cloth wrap.

When I turned the cloth wrap like that, the murky baby...... Emilio, one of the Count's sons, was there.

…………

Aslan closed his tight eyelids and prayed.

This is not a miracle of God or anything.

It is only the result of the Father's attempt to protect his Son.

Therefore I even prayed only that his soul would sleep in peace.

"... ugh."

I heard a new sound in Aslan's ear as he left the dragon car with Emilio.

That's countless footsteps looming from far away.

Footsteps running on two legs were as if they were similar to those of a person.

Reinforcement of the doll… it is a further 10,000.

"... a doll."

Hold Emilio with your left arm so she won't hurt you... Aslan opens his eyes.

"... if you're coming, come. To protect this child, and the kingdom behind me. It burns me down."

He stood alone against a crowd of impending dolls with a blade placed on his right hand.

The moment when one of the strongest warriors and 10,000 dolls meet each other,

"-" DISTORTION PYLE "!!"

An invisible shockwave crossed the center of the doll herd.

Hundreds of dolls are torn apart by a single blow wearing huge holes over their torso.

Faster than the doll responds to that attack, a second or third shock wave pierces the doll's flock.

"- Prominence Wave"

Aslan, who responded to that attack, also waves his sword, releasing what should also be called a flaming tsunami and burning down the doll that touches him.

Ten thousand dolls had lost more than 10% of their fighting power in several attacks.

In contrast, the human power to resist - had doubled.

"Hey, Aslan. I'm here to help."

Next to Aslan, one man lines up.

He is dressed in mechanical all-body armor and carries a giant piling machine, a pile bunker, on his right hand side.

"But... I'm sorry. Be late."

Even though it is a boneless piece of equipment, its appearance of raising the face cover of the helm of the machine armor to worry about the misery of the surrounding mission is elegant.

He is the next master of the Barbaros Border House, the most powerful warrior in the empire.

[Punch God] It is Ronald Barbaros.

"... it's not too late. I thought reinforcements were still ahead of us."

"Oh, because I'm the only one who popped up angry at what the royal capital's shitty grandpa said. Sorry, but the main reinforcements won't be here for a while."

"... no, I don't mind"

That's what Aslan says, turns around behind Ronald...... turns his back on him.

We come to nearly 9,000 dolls trying to surround each other in a form with each other's backs together.

"... the strongest reinforcements have already arrived"

"Well, then I'll do the valuation job."

That's how the two leave each other's backs to the one they trust most, clashing with the doll.

Here began the battle between the strongest of kingdoms and empires and the mythical < UBM > [Legion of the Life Legion Edelbartha].

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Nordic mythology features something called Valhalla.

A world where the warriors, who were summoned to their souls after death, will continue to fight forever.

In Buddhism, it would be equivalent to Shura Road.

They are all post-mortem stories, but... there was an approximation here now.

There was a battle there that never ended.

There was a battle that did not end when the night dawned, when the sun set, or when the earth was scattered with bodies.

It was a battle between humans and dolls.

It's a doll that walks thousands of miles across the earth, shaking its body.

Those who, without saying anything, want to kill what is not a doll with a clear will that is now governed.

Relatively, only two people.

[Holy Ride] Aslan Faldreed.

[Punch God] Ronald Barbaros.

Kingdom and Empire, the strongest warriors.

"-" Blaze Edge ""

"-" Distribution pile "

Their skills grind nearly a hundred dolls in one blow.

A touch of armor sleeves, a thousand, 10,000 unjust, unmatched.

Words representing them are indispensable.

Since rendezvous, they have each destroyed a number of dolls slightly over 10,000.

But still... the battle is not over.

The dolls still remained in the thousands and, on the contrary, continued to grow in their current progression.

That is the power of the [Mythical UBM] called [Legion of Life Edelbarsa].

Marionette Brigade Creations.

The ability to create brigade-sized dolls at once, as its name suggests.

You'll need trees and rocks to create them, but the border between the kingdom and the empire is a forest zone. There were as many ingredients as there were.

The whole doll thing is never strong. It is like a piece of paper for [Holy Ride] and [Punch God], who are super positions in the history of war, about the first position of lower rank by force of war.

But there were too many.

Dozens of hours of combat drained their health and also continued to increase the wounds they avoided there.

"It feels like you still have a lot of troops, lady. There's a burning surface of the body hiding somewhere."

Ronald said so as he opened the face cover of the systemic mechanical armor he was wearing and wiped the sweat off his face.

At the same time, he shoots through with a pile bunker holding the doll in his right hand that was approaching him from behind.

"Steady. Well, that's a hell of a monster, this guy. < UBM > has defeated him several times before... but he's better than that."

Ronald said so while watching his own pilebanker and mechanical armor - both legendary perk weapons.

"... one thing, I have a correction. According to the search magic, the main body was also a doll. The expression doesn't change."

To that Ronald, [Holy Ride] Aslan said that with a serious face.

"Uh, no change. Not yet. You said that before when you fucked Sphinx."

"... I miss you"

In such a flow of conversation, Aslan sees a long-handed bag embedded in both hands.

That was the end of the < UBM > that once fought Ronald and defeated him.

It was an ancient legendary privileged weapon and equipment with extremely powerful advantages against magic, but it is useless in this battle.

"Reinforcements aren't here yet. Even later than expected."

It's a border zone.

"What do we do? Get out of the thin spot while you still can?

"... a stupid question. That means sending troops who don't know when, or leaving them until the doll invades one of the two countries. At this pace of production, more than 100,000 large armies threaten both countries if they are available for a few days"

"Well, I don't know what else to do"

"... oh. Here, we have to knock it off."

That's what they say, they look around.

Since all the trees in the near field are already after being used as ingredients, the vision is open.

What you see is the remains of a doll that fills the ground and a newly generated army of dolls approaching from the other side.

The raid, which we no longer know how many times, was about to begin soon.

"More than that, Aslan. She left it with me."

Ronald says so and offers his left hand.

At the tip of its offered hand is a cloth wrap held in by Aslan with his left hand.

Emilio was asleep in the cloth.

"... useless"

Aslan couldn't protect the mission.

Emilio is the child and the only survivor of the mission that his father, Count Calcellatan, defended by risking his life.

Therefore, Aslan continues to protect the child from doing his part.

The bodies of other missions that died were also stored and protected in the item boxes for the bodies they had.

"Don't be so hard on me. My right hand, it must be broken. If you had that child, you wouldn't be able to swing your sword satisfactorily."

"... you, too, will have broken ribs"

"Don't worry about it. Pyle, I'm in the way. Besides, he's the man who's going to be our daughter's husband. Protect it."

That's what Ronald says and laughs happily, and Aslan rounds his eyes at the words.

"Your child, was he born already?

"Nha, you haven't. But it comes from my beloved My Honey, right? She must be a pretty girl. No! You're definitely a girl because you want me to be!

"... as a nobleman, we should hope to find traces there.... I was a vagabond. I don't care what I say."

Aslan smiles bitterly and deposits the cloth-wrapped Emilio with Ronald.

Ronald holds Emilio in with his left hand looking important.

"... protect me."

"Naturally."

To Aslan's words, Ronald responds with an invincible grin.

"So, what do we do? I don't know when we're gonna stay like this. Do we stand till reinforcements get here?

"... no, slap the main body"

"Did you find out where you were?

"... oh. Differences in the number of previous enemy reinforcements, the ratio of wooden dolls to occasionally mixed stone numbers, and surrounding environmental information… From the crowded state of the trees, there was a 70% chance that the current location could be determined"

"As always, you're a strange reasoning, even though you're not a detective."

Ronald laughs bitterly at Aslan for telling him to be nothing.

"... So, you want to ride? There is a 30% chance that you will jump into the enemy's midst senselessly, and even in the middle of 70%, you will be battling the [Edelbarsa] body."

"I'll ride. It's settled. And don't worry. I don't know what kind of dead place this kid is, but I'm gonna protect him."

"... right"

The two warriors look at each other.

Look at the thousands of dolls that loom in front of you, and [Edelbartha] that will be ahead of you.

"... often?

"Respond!!"

Thus, the two warriors pierced the puppet as looming as Yunxia.

◇ ◆

A full two days have passed since the emergence of the [Legion of Life Edelbartha] and the raid on the mission.

The kingdom and empire are alert to [Edelbartha] raids within their respective territories and consolidate their defenses.

In the meantime, there was a group running towards the border zone.

[Geist], a chariote-type < Magingear >, and a group of replica brilliant jade horses are Barbarose leaders bordering the border.

It is General Barbaros, the head of the Barbaros Border Uncle family and one of the empire's generals, who rides the replica at their head.

And he is also the father of [Punch God] Ronald Barbaros, who headed for a single rescue.

[Edelbartha] When a report of his emergence and a communication magical request for rescue from the mission came in, he was about to send out an army to help the mission.

But it was "waited for" by the contemporary emperor and the upper echelons of the empire.

There are several reasons for this.

"I'm hesitant to move a large army into the border zone"

"If the Empire moves troops to the border before the kingdom here, they will make a political debt"

"It is difficult for only the Imperial Army to do this damage. Instead, you can let the kingdom go first and leave the exposures to you, then move to get mythical privileged weapons in the Empire"

That's a good reason to call it a political decision.

General Barbaros overflowed himself with the desire to yell at the judgment of the upper echelons of the Empire, but as an Imperial soldier he could not behave as such.

I just didn't give up and hit the upper persuasion as an Imperial soldier.

But in the meantime, his son, Ronald, said, "Wouldn't it be nice if it wasn't the military?" and headed to the border zone alone.

Then it had already been more than a whole day.

In the meantime, General Barbaros had managed to persuade the King and was allowed to leave on the condition that only the Barbarose territorial army would lead the army to the border zone.

"Please, make it......!

General Barbaros was advancing his army as soon as possible, agitated by his impatience.

That was the same feeling not only of General Barbaros, but also of the soldiers of the leadership who knew Ronald well.

They were on their way to the border battlefield at a speed beyond their limits to rescue Ronald and the Kingdom's mission.

A doll with trees changed appeared before them like that, holding back the army from attacking.

"Is this the [Edelbartha] doll!

Barbaros' army heads to the battlefield, kicking the stuck doll.

In their eyes, I saw a glimmer of hope.

The battle is not over yet than there are [Edelbartha] dolls.

Even so, the dolls have not invaded both countries because there are those who suppress them.

"Wait, Ronald!!"

Thus, the leadership led by General Barbaros proceeded by releasing the puppets that appeared sparsely.

He crossed the remains of tens of thousands of dolls, thinking they had been destroyed by [Holy Ride] and [Punch God], and eventually reached the woods where the dolls seemed to come from.

There were numerous claw marks of intense fighting in the forest.

It must be here that Ronaldo and the others are, General Barbaros thought so.

Again, the doll appears in this forest.

Before them, General Barbaros can roar.

"Ronaldo wow!! Lord Fardread wow!! I'm here to help! Are you all right?

The loud voice of General Barbaros. To that voice, which was just released as delivered to my son somewhere in the woods - for some reason, the puppets in front of me stopped moving.

Uniform, irresistible bar.

On the contrary, all the dolls… started pointing in one direction.

"... Mm, huh?

He was a general who was surprised by it, but now he thinks the deed makes sense, even though he moved on to you with the mindset of eating and breaking the trap waiting.

So, when it went on for a dozen minutes.

"Ooh......"

In front of a single giant tree, General Barbaros knelt.

There was one man who kept his back in a giant tree,... because he had his son, Ronald Barbaros.

The fact that Ronald was wearing only the inner and that the armor, which was a perk weapon, was disappearing, was telling his death as it were.

He also holds a cloth wrap on his left hand and his right hand is solidified with the shape of a pull on the trigger. It was his other perk weapon, the pile bunker, nothing more than a proof left that it was gripped to the brink of death.

"Ronald......! Ronaldo......! Sorry.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

In the death of his son, General Barbaros weeps in tears.

The grief of losing a son, the remorse of his own late senator for causing his son's death, and the guilt of what to tell his wife and son's wife.

When they were vehemently annoying General Barbaros......

"General! Take this one..."

A subordinate pointed out a point.

There, mixed with the remains of countless dolls, was the body of a man whom the General also knew well.

It was Aslan Faldreed, who was called the strongest man in the history of the kingdom and made him Ronald's best friend and favorite enemy.

He was dead standing.

After all, the perk gear had been lost... but he was breathless in a position where he would poke his sword down with both hands on something.

The strongest warriors in both countries were both dead fighting through to the end.

"Right, both of you, to the end............?

The General, saddened by the death of his son as his father, calmly pondered the situation as a soldier.

That's what happened to [Edelbartha].

The bodies of sons and kingdoms are hours after death.

If [Edelbartha] were still alive, he would have created a great army and invaded the kingdom or the empire.

But for that, the number of dolls that showed up earlier was so small that I just thought someone was holding them back.

So you two discussed it and [Edelbartha] disappeared as well?

But if that's the case, then again...... doubts remain that the doll was in motion until just before we arrived here.

When the General remembers his doubts as to what the hell was that...

"... hmm?

The General realizes that there is something about the body of his son.

The cloth in my hand... it moved.

"... if"

The general reaches out softly and receives something wrapped in cloth from his son's body and holds it up.

In that cloth......

"The baby, you say?

A baby dressed in quality baby clothes was asleep.

There was blood on his face, and he was injured, but there seemed to be nothing else in his life.

The General wonders why there are babies here......

"Well, of the Count Calcellatan family..."

I recalled that Count Calcellatan, the head of the Kingdom's mission, was planning to bring his son to visit, along with his face to the Barbaros Border Uncle family, which will be his next of kin in the future.

The kingdoms, including the Earl, the father of the baby, are in the item box for the body in Aslan's possession, and the total annihilation has been confirmed.

Still, this baby...... Emilio is alive.

The general was certain that this child would have been defended by his son through his life.

"... you were a proud soldier until the end."

If my son were not single and on his way, there would have been no life for this baby and... many people could have been sacrificed in the kingdom and empire.

Inside the general's chest was filled with feelings for his own son.

"Son of the Earl of Calcherathan.... I'm sure you'll go back to your country."

I swear to the life my son saved.

But a new question arises in the mind of such a general.

"Mm... what's this kid's, eyes?

I was wiping the blood off my face, my left eyelid slightly open.

The eyes behind it - that color was the problem.

"Weird, I heard this kid had blue and green eyes that his mother gave way to... saying they were both blue (...)?

Appearance characteristics do not match.

The General also thought that there might have been other babies in the mission.

But I notice by paying more attention.

The baby's left eye was prosthetic.

…………

I have an unspeakable sense of anxiety about that, and the General might even try to use the Appraisal Eye for prosthetics... I couldn't even recognize his name at his skill level.

The General called and showed the most qualified Appraisal Eye skill level in the Leading Army.

Moments, he breathes.

And this is what you say in a trembling voice.

"[Lifeless Army Eye Edelbartha] …, this child's prosthetic eye, yes, is named"

"... what, you say?

That is nothing more than the privileged weaponry of the mythical class, [Legion of Life Edelbartha], who came to the land.

"Hey, why the baby............ no way!

The General comes to one possibility.

That means Ronald and Aslan were probably breathless before [Edelbartha].

When the two of them died, [Edelbartha] was still alive.

But shortly afterwards, he died from wounds in battle.

And when electing an MVP to get a reward weapon, it passed to Emilio, who was the only one who survived.

Regardless, there's no way a baby can gain merit or anything in the battle against the mythological class.

But if a cry or something was a slight distraction from [Edelbartha] and it was a minimal feat... if there was no other suitable person, it might cross over to the baby.

And the identity of the doll that prevented the army from attacking led by the general was not something that this mythical weapon could have done in response to Emilio's instincts to defend himself.

"Shit, General..."

An appraised subordinate looks at the general anxiously.

The general sees the child he holds.

to its face, which sleeps peacefully. The General,

"... sorry"

I apologized with a voice that exhaled the abyss of my heart.

I'm sure that was when I realized that my vows would not be fulfilled.

◇ ◆

The general's hunch was right.

The king gave instructions to the kingdom to tell it that "the mythological class was crusaded, but there was no one left (...) of the kingdom's envoys".

Either way, Emilio decides he's dead, too.

That was the mythological weapon that Emilio had gotten,... the enormous power that could no longer only be used on Emilio was the reason for that.

If we attribute Emilio to the kingdom, there can be no doubt that the kingdom will increase in power in the future.

But if you decide to die and grow up in the Empire, it will be the power of the future Empire.

Relations between the two countries are good... but the power of mythological weapons is worth deceiving a friendly country.

Because it is absolutely what we want to secure for an empire that has just lost its [Punch God], which was the strongest power in the country.

And there was also the idea that "the presence or absence of this power will also involve the place of initiative when it becomes a Union in the future".

That was an easy balance story.

General Barbaros was an Imperial soldier and could not contest that decision.

It's not the same as going out to reinforcements. Worst of all, I knew the king would try to make this mythical power an imperial thing by erasing anything he disagreed with.

So General Barbaros offered only one petition to the king.

I was wondering if you'd let me raise the baby with my hands.

The king immediately accepted.

The Barbaros have produced outstanding military personnel from generation to generation, and above all there is also a precedent called [Punch God] Ronald Barbaros.

Because the King anticipated that he would surely grow into a good force of war.

With permission from the King, Emilio became the adopted son of Barbaros.

But the general didn't take Emilio for a human weapon.

"You will not escape the battle because of the power you have been given."

To Emilio in his arms, the General speaks quietly.

"The battle, the training, will continue to be forced. Imperial human weapon… as a Secret Service"

It's a sad, definitive future.

But......

"But at least love is all I want to give to the crowd..."

That's the general's wish.

"My son protected one life, you... and I want to give you happiness as a person."

Just so it's not just a life to be used, to protect my son's protected things at all with his own hands.

"Such a contradictory, foolish me......, you can resent me for not returning you to the arms of Mother of the Nation... But..."

Nobody knows what the general tried to say beyond that.

However, Emilio, embraced by the General, was reaching out to the General, laughing cacciously.

The General swallowed his words at the way it was, just... crying.

◇ ◆

Thus Emilio, adopted by the Barbaros family, is given a new name.

Its name is Gifted.

Coincidentally, a name that overlaps with the language of the Earth.

He who has lost his true name or father and has instead been "endowed" with the power that has only been bestowed upon man.

Thus, the raw baby named Emilio Calcellatan ends here and a new raw begins.

Make it the strongest tian of the later empire, Imperial Marshal.

Raw as Gifted Barbaros has begun.

To be continued