Southwest Front.
There are 200 Brown-skinned Barbarians.
Most of them are infantry.
They mimic us, throwing things, spears, and stones.
There are 300 available for the defense.
Several units of about 20 men each are deployed along the border line, to the west and south.
If we could gather them all, we’d have 800.
And those 800 are all free from the epidemic.
“Any contact from the homeland?”
“Yes, General. Nothing from the homeland.”
We sent people to the homeland to create a cure for the epidemic.
There’s still no word. What are the country’s pharmacists doing?!
What if, what if the King catches the epidemic!
They’re not planning to blame me for sending the patients and escape, are they? It’s plausible.
There are political enemies other than that guy (the former general), so it’s easy to blame me.
Maybe I should send a subordinate to investigate the homeland.
Waaaaaaaah!
Yaaaaah!
“General, it seems we’ve repelled the barbarians.”
“Hmph. Let the soldiers get some rest.”
“Yes, sir. Then…”
It’s unclear how long the barbarians can maintain their offensive.
We’ve sent spies into that forest, but none have returned.
We should probably send them with caged birds soon to investigate.
The reason we haven’t done so until now is to avoid dispersing the troops needed for defense and reducing our numbers.
Even without dispersal, our forces are dwindling due to the epidemic.
Those war cries are just a show of bravado, empty bluster.
“If I don’t hurry, I too will be…”
Sent back to the homeland and demoted.
Hmm.
The General is troubled by the epidemic every day.
Rayos stands there, listening in his Astral Body.
Decisions are made within the Southwest Front’s main camp.
“The prisoners are over there…”
“What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be on break? You’ll break it if you’re not careful.”
You surprised me. You came up behind me and tapped my shoulder!
Looking around.
This time, there’s no one there.
I’ll check the interior in my Astral Body.
After confirming, I return to my physical body.
Then, I use magic on the furnishings inside the building.
Gya—?!
A disturbance breaks out in the prisoner facility.
I successfully infiltrate, posing as a regular soldier who rushed in to investigate the commotion.
Suddenly, the chair I was sitting on breaks.
The broken fragments pierce my ass.
Murmuring
“You’re not too fat, are you ♪?”
“If you’re hiding food, share some with us ♪?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
The unlucky guard is brushed aside.
He doesn’t even notice that the number of guards has increased.
The soldiers who participated in today’s defense are complaining about their brief period of free time, even if it was only for half a day.
““Let us out!””
“Shut up!”
“Interpreter, make them shut up.”
“It’s no use if they don’t listen.”
There’s no communication with the prisoners.
This is what happens when the interpreter slacks off.
“…*Grin*…”
““Don’t come near me with that ugly face! I’ll kill you!””
“Hey, hey, don’t get too close.”
“So that’s what the commotion was about… Be quiet, barbarians!”
Bang! Bang!
I kick the iron bars.
I apologize to my fellow guard and step away for a moment.
I should bring sleeping pills.
Rayos committed Sleep Rape of a female prisoner.
The next day, during the chaos of another attack by the Brown-skinned Barbarian Army, he carried it out.
“Hoooh, satisfied ♪♪”
