“Advance!”
The White Lily Corps, with seventy members, and the Annihilation Brigade, with seven hundred, set out as if fleeing towards Schreiaschwald.
“Is that Sophia after all? What’s in the courtyard…”
Riding on horseback along a wheat field path, Priscilla spoke to me from my left. The comet Sophia must have unleashed landed gracefully in the courtyard, only gouging the ground, and stubbornly remaining there with its immense form.
“We were lucky the damage was limited to the fountain. If that had fallen with its full power, a nuclear winter would have begun.”
“What are you talking about? For now, we just need to capture Schreiaschwald, right? Not some giant rock.”
“We don’t need a giant rock. It would be problematic to add to our tourist attractions.”
“…Sophia is still bedridden.”
After doing something like that, it’s stranger if a Mage *doesn’t* end up bedridden. I reconfirmed, “Magic really can do anything!” And it’s problematic if she remains bedridden like this. I was counting on Sophia’s Platinum Laser for the capture of Schreiaschwald.
“Let’s let Sophia rest. Also, where did Rufina go?”
“I don’t think she’s any better yet. She was in the carriage, giggling ‘Hehehe’ with a faraway look in her eyes.”
It’s bad if even Rufina, who can use Area-of-effect Magic, is incapacitated at a time like this. It would be helpful if she could at least summon the Sand Dragon and Orc we turned into undead.
“Is Orietta also in the carriage?”
“She’s making prosthetic hands. Not for herself, but for other injured people.”
I still don’t have a left hand. I’ve attached a small shield, but I really want a hand. You know, a hand that can give a good squeeze.
“Captain, are we attacking with just this much? How many are in Schreias?”
“It’s hard to say… It will be on the fly, but when we get close, please scout with Doron.”
“Understood. We have three Dorons left.”
If the Demon Army forces are few, I believe the approximately eight hundred of us from the White Lily Corps and the Annihilation Brigade can manage. We’ve distributed some of the Annihilation Brigade’s forces with super-vibrating weapons, and my Godspeed has increased to Six… though the weapons are secondhand.
“Have you seen the injured members of the White Lily Corps?”
Rose’s voice, coming from my right as she smoothly moved alongside me, elicited no turn from me.
“I did. They were all happy to see me…”
Some were injured and waiting for healing magic, while others wore prosthetic arms. It took more courage than I expected for me, who had sent them into a death trap, to visit them.
“Hmm? Then why are you turning your face away? Look at my face, too. I got new artificial eyes.”
I’ve seen Rose’s face. Although a slight scar remains on her face, it’s good that she can see with the artificial eyes.
“I’m not turning away. My neck just doesn’t turn that way.”
“A Hero like you sprained his neck? Pathetic.”
“That’s not it! When I went to see the injured White Lily Corps members at the treatment area, I was welcomed with a “Hand Wash”! Are they really injured!? I thought I was going to die when I was pinned down by the power of artificial legs, or had my throat stepped on by artificial feet… After that, they all swarmed me…”
I was surprised when even those suffering in their beds got up and started taking off their clothes. When someone completely wrapped in bandages climbed on top of me, I cried out internally, “Whoa!? A mummy!”
I, who was attacked by the injured in a corner of the treatment area and returned injured myself. Weren’t they all well enough to fight then?
“So that’s why you’ve been looking at me since just now? I thought you were smitten…”
“I am smitten, Priscilla. More than anyone else.”
“Idiot! If you say things like that, another giant rock will fly at us!”
You don’t need to be that embarrassed. Sophia is bedridden, so it’s fine. Huh? Why does my heart hurt?
“It seems Keibeck has also been dealt with…”
Keibeck Expeditionary Force Commander, Marquis Meredith McGregor, sixteen years old. A beautiful, large-breasted woman who, unbefitting her age, exuded an allure that made me want her to reside in Keibeck.
“Rose alone wasn’t enough. When I went, it was over in one go!”
You didn’t mean you hit her once, did you? I did something myself… For now, the marriage talk is off, and Keibeck has decided to remain with the Allied Forces.
Well, with just these numbers, there are already terrifying people in the White Lily Corps. I spoke with them briefly before departing, and we agreed to cooperate with Keibeck after this war.
It depends on Rothfar’s actions, but I want to take it easy after the war with the Demon Army ends. I want to get along well with the three northern countries.
Meredith may have her worries, but if the Demon Lord is taken down, everything will end. And I want it to end well. I shared a deep, deep bond with Meredith before parting ways.
“Thank you for your hard work. Now we have nothing to worry about and can focus on the enemies before us.”
“Ah, but why are we attacking Schreiaschwald alone? What about Harmonia and Ashtal?”
“That’s…”
“…It’s my fault…”
I can’t say that’s entirely untrue. But there’s a reason. Christine’s support ability isn’t widely known; only the original White Lily Corps knows the specifics.
At that time, her support power nearly went out of control. If I hadn’t left that place, anyone who couldn’t perform CPR at Godspeed speed would surely have died.
Me, leaving the front lines, could be seen as desertion in the face of the enemy, a crime punishable by death. It could also be said that Yuma Bashar saved me… I don’t want to admit it.
“That…”
“It’s probably because this guy messed up! That’s why we’re suffering the consequences! Damn it… Do your job properly. Don’t touch Meredith!”
“Hahahaha, …I’m sorry.”
Priscilla smoothed things over. She probably grasped the reason when Christine started talking, but her unspoken kindness was lost on the one who wielded the Zantou that pierced me from back to stomach.
“Captain, is it true you touched Lady Meredith?”
Are you Priscilla too?! Listen to me first before you stab me. No, don’t stab me, it hurts. Is it okay? Dying before we even reach the battlefield?
“Alana, sir. Do you… understand the flow of the conversation…?”
“I do, sir. The Captain touched Lady Meredith.”
Yes, that’s right! That’s what you got right, and the Zantou wielding, but the reason we’re attacking Schreiaschwald alone is wrong.
“There’s a deep reason for this…”
“Alana! That’s enough! You’ve ruined the fun for later!”
What fun is there for later? Is there any room for me to enjoy myself? I want to share the joy with everyone.
“…I’m sorry.”
Don’t apologize to Priscilla; apologize to me. My neck can turn to the right now, thanks to that!
“Rose, bring your water-elemental mage, Nicole, or whatever her name is.”
“Didn’t the White Lily Corps have a Necromancer who could heal? My Nicole’s healing is just a bonus.”
“I don’t care. I guess that one’s still no good if it won’t get up even when spitting blood from its mouth.”
Rufina, who would come to suck blood frommy mouth if I coughed it up, isn’t here. Things must be really bad. I absolutely don’t want to meet Rufina right now.
“Fine, I’ll go get her. You’ll let me in on the fun, won’t you?”
“If there’s any left for you.”
Rose departed to find Nicole, kicking up dust. Just when I wished she’d leave quietly so dust wouldn’t get in my wounds, a small pebble fell from the sky and, at Mach speed, shot into my knee.
