He led the army to the scenic hills.

"I've also laid down my deputy this time. It's a rig. Best regards,"

Rig should have been my deputy from the beginning.

I often thought and understood. Originally, it would appear that every time he comes out of the line, a deputy is appointed.

Rig now lives in my village, and I often ask him for help.

He was also appointed this time that the same deputy would be nice for that reason.

"Hey, nice to meet you."

And I answered quietly, "Yabe, I was about to have another deputy come soon," I said, keeping it to myself.

I'm glad I let you live in the village.

A rig is easier to do as much as I understand the training I put into my men.

Arrangement of supplies necessary to install tents and build formations, instructions to personnel to work with.

Without the Kobolds, such as daily meals and cleaning and laundry, war would not be made.

Rig goes ahead with these things tediously.

As a troop leader, I seem to think about the whole thing, and I barely understand those parts about the back.

I'll leave everything to the rig. Reflection. I'll study the procedure for the next time.

The Orga tribe other than me will never even wonder why rice comes out every day.

It's the realization that someone must have it ready somewhere.

"Well, this is the battlefield."

"Enjoy it, brother"

"... you guys, don't you get nervous or something?

This time Sifo and Becca's wasting brothers and sisters are with us.

Yes, it "came with" on its own.

"Nervous? What is that?"

"Feel like I'm having too much fun and going through a lot of trouble?

"... no, fine"

I feel like someone once said that those who don't know the fear of war would die on the battlefield, but it would be useless to tell them both.

It's not strong enough to make other Orga tribes unrivalled.

I used to deal with them every day, so I could use some technology.

The amount of magic is originally high, and when brothers and sisters fight side by side, they show a breathtaking combination.

Unless there's much more to it, these two won't take the delay.

"Don't go in there too far alone. Then listen to my orders."

"I know. You're gonna lead us, aren't you? I hope so."

"Right. I wonder what strong enemies will emerge. Fun ~"

"The enemy is strong and numerous. You even have to cry or I'll make you fight as much as I want."

In fact, having wasting brothers and sisters widens the range of strategies.

Few people in my unit can safely rely on the stronghold.

Some Reapers, the superior race, are still unknown.

Depending on your work, you will be entrusted with important areas in the future, but this time it is still at the stage of looking at how things are going.

"Painey, do you know how the twenty people Luma deposited me were selected?

"We hear of half of those who want to have or do not have battlefield experience."

I see, you know.

Half of the recruits would have been put in to watch and imitate the movements of skilled soldiers.

If they have the next, they can become experienced and lead recruits.

Well thought out sorting.

"Dear Mr. Goran, I hear there will be a meeting starting today."

Rig came to call. Meeting from the day of arrival?

"Could my unit be the last?

"It seems so. The village of the Auga is the furthest from the battlefield, so I thought there was no choice."

"Is that what this is about? You got a meeting coming up right now? Or do you make it night like before?

"I hear it's night."

"Then I have to stop by. I'll be home by evening."

"Okay. Speak up when you get back."

Rig dropped me off and I got out of formation.

The Kobolds are tending now. It's our bunk.

In time, let the Auga do their own thing.

I've just arrived on the hill, so I have no idea what this organization is. Lobos and gobgobs this time, too.

"You don't even know the enemy formation."

Details will be kept until the meeting.

I took a trip to the last town I visited, hoping to hit with my weak enemies in the hardest place possible to die.

"... hey, Grandpa. I knew you didn't run away."

Among the tree fairy species were long-lived clans, those of the Cherient clan, in the square.

"Whoa, you were a troop leader. It's been a while."

The old tree's name is Elvan.

Last time, he refused evacuation along with five Cherient tribes.

"Looks like the enemy's here again. Don't the grandfathers have to run?

"Of course I do. If such an old man walks on the ground, he'll be a dead tree."

"Yes, yes. The eagles will not die until they become Elder species. Just live quietly with your roots up here."

"Well, if your troops will protect you well, we'll have to run away, too?

They are floating.

The boring harm of living is not as if it were a crisis.

"I'll protect you then. Protect, but sometimes just in case. Even my troops are not omnipotent. Sometimes we can take it away, sometimes we can pull it out. If there's an enemy nearby, don't ever attack."

"I know. Besides, on the south side of town, it's an air zone. You can't get in and out of here. That means we can relax here in the light of day, if only the eastern side you protect is safe."

On the north side of the town is the main unit with the Nehyol army commander.

I don't think that's exactly where the enemy comes from. That still means it depends on the eastern defense we're in.

"Okay. Don't worry, I won't let anyone through."

"I hope so."

"Protect us."

Do you want to hang out with me?

"I don't!

I went around town to make sure I was safe, and then I saw the grandfathers again, and then I went back to the line.

The time is already evening. The meeting will begin in a few moments.

"Rig, what's the enemy like?

"You still don't see any shadows or shapes. Haven't you arrived here?"

"We were summoned because the enemy arrived, right? So the enemy hasn't arrived yet?

"We know the route of our last march, so we left a lookout. I think that's what made them aware of the invasion."

"I see. If there is a first time, will you be on guard? So the enemy came using the same path. As always, the inhabitants of the demonic world like to push."

Walk with the rig to the main tent.

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Although... no, it's nothing"

"? That's a weird one"

Rig dropped me off and I went inside.

All the troop leaders were already in place.

To the Gobgob brothers, Beyan the Flying Eagle. And he's the Lobos of the Werewolves.

Nehyol Legion Commander is not here yet.

When they're all here, I guess the deputy will go get them.

"Hey guys, long time no see. How have you been?

Uh-huh.

The Legion Leader came in with a cheerful voice.

"Is that it? Goran. That's a lot of magic. I misjudged you."

"Thank you."

"Aren't you considerably stronger than you were when you fought me?

- Gatter!

Brother Gobgob and Lobos stood up. Beyan is rustling his feathers. I want you to stop because the dust will dance.

And everyone is staring at me.

"I'd like you to stop talking about it in this seat."

Carefully, the Legion Leader smiled innocently.

"Eh. But the arm that Goran slashed me on, it stuck. Look, it works."

Every time the Legion Leader opens his mouth, my gaze on me gets tight.

"Sir, Dear Nehyol... Are you sure they fought"

Lobos' voice is trembling.

"That's right. I wonder if it was soon after we disbanded the army. Goran asked me. [M] I got my right arm and my left wrist cut off."

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Everyone's gaze hurts.

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