Finally, the Demon Army has gotten off its heavy rear. It’s too late! I want to settle all the grudges I have from the events in the Royal Capital with the Demon Army and receive excited cheers from girls. …But why yellow?
The night after the White Rose Brigade’s banquet, a report reached us that the Demon Army had finally begun its advance. I thought they were slow, but an entire large unit is moving from two cities. It’s almost too fast.
“When are they coming? I’m already bored.”
If you’re still bored after all that’s happened, you’ll be bored until the day you die. I’d rather you not use me to alleviate your boredom.
“I don’t know exactly when they moved, but I think they’ll arrive tomorrow night or the morning after. Are you bored?”
“I have nothing to do for a whole day. …Or maybe not. I can drink.”
Shall I entertain you if you’re bored? Don’t give up on me yet. With my Dual-Law Sword “Zebra,” in Sword of Light mode, I’ll slice you up and do this and that…
“You have something to do.”
That’s why I’m the Captain. I’m important as a Brigade Captain! If you address me like that, you’ll lose your head. Shall I become the Supreme Being in place of Priscilla?
“What do I have to do? The camp positions and earth walls are finished. Isn’t the only thing left is tea time?”
“What nonsense are you spouting? You have an obligation to pay me my reward.”
I don’t, probably not. Since Rufina’s reward is so large, paying it all at once would be too much. That’s why we set up a loan for small, installment payments, right?
“The reward is on a ‘slow payment’ plan, isn’t it? You promised.”
“Don’t talk foolishness. Slow payment comes with interest. You must pay the interest now.”
Are you a loan shark?! Making me pay only the interest while the principal remains the same. Are you a consumer finance company that makes you pay forever?! Don’t mess with me. Supreme Being, confirmed!
“No, Rufina. The Demon Army is coming soon, so we can’t have the Captain collapse.”
Good, Sophia. Tell her, give her the final blow. I have a strong ally who can shoot lasers. Rip her clothes like before, and leave the rest to me.
“D-Don’t you fear the Captain…?”
Oh, a helping hand from my recently fading Richauda. Saved, Rufina! I’ll be a good father in front of Richauda.
“It would be a lie to say I’m not afraid. I’m fine one-on-one, but in a chaotic melee, it becomes unmanageable.”
The scariest thing is confusion. When enemies and allies are mixed together, you don’t know from where swords will rain down. My Mind’s Eye isn’t inexhaustible either.
Godspeed and Mind’s Eye have never failed me in the enemy’s territory. Considering the scale of the Demon Army that will attack this time, I wonder how long they’ll hold out. When all my strength runs out, what will be left of me?
“Um… I…”
Of course, I have no intention of putting Richauda on the front lines. Just controlling Golems from the rear will be a great help. Father won’t allow you to strike out on your own yet.
“It’s alright. Richauda, please protect everyone from the rear of the brigade.”
Where did the clamor of tea time go? A sudden pall of gloom descends. Let it! Let me create it. It’s times like these when a solemn drink of Japanese sake is best.
“You think you’ve helped out once, and you’re still saying such things?”
Priscilla, who is always boisterously cheerful, moved behind Richauda and fondled her breasts.
“Kya!”
What enviable physical contact. I want to do that too… No, Father won’t allow it! But…
“Priscilla!”
Switch…
“Well, well, your chest has grown, hasn’t it? It makes a man cry.”
I want to cry. If it were me, let me cry! No, this is as a father…
“…Priscilla, enough…”
Christine’s misfortune explodes on Priscilla. Ha! Serves you right… Why me too…?
I’m watching Richauda as a father. I’m not looking with impure eyes. I’m innocent!
“Hah!”
“Ugh!”
Two fools clutching their chests, enduring pain. One fool takes another with them. I tried to stop. I only “thought” about touching or fondling.
I admit it’s true that I “wanted” to, but that’s… well… as a man… there are various things! Therefore, I plead innocent.
The tyrannical chief judge gave Priscilla a suspended sentence, but sentenced me to imprisonment. Rather, it was a punishment that would be equivalent to a death penalty for an ordinary person. With no possibility of a pardon, the execution of the sentence continued in bed until dawn. …With the number of people mysteriously increasing.
“Get up, you scum!”
I completed my sentence, spent the morning with the beautiful Christine, and my celebration of release was a Heel Drop to the groin.
I involuntarily sit up and clutch my groin. Seriously, if you do it again, I’ll kill you. What if they get crushed? You must treat them with care, as there are only two of them, or you’ll be cursed!
But… well… as I vigorously sat up, the sheets of Christine, who was sleeping on her side next to me, were pulled back. I could stare at her beautiful skin. I want to do morning calisthenics with her like this.
“Guh!”
A roundhouse kick to the back of my head makes my eyes pop out. It’s not like an old manga; my eyes won’t go back in if they pop out. Would wearing glasses hold them in?
“Good morning, Christine. Please wake up.”
As I shake Christine’s shoulder, my gaze drifts to her bouncing breasts. They’re still nice. I’ll shake her by the shoulder a bit more to wake her up. It’s necessary to wake her up.
The second roundhouse kick misses. Idiot! Don’t underestimate a Mind’s Eye user. I wrapped my arm around Priscilla from behind and hugged her. Take this!
“Gah!”
Priscilla was neatly thrown between me and Christine. Surprised, aren’t you?! I’m surprised too at how easily she was thrown. Did my abs, which I’ve been training daily, make the difference?
“You…”
Even in her surprise, her eyes are defiant. As we were about to do a synchronized pose, Christine, who had woken up, placed her hand on Priscilla’s chest.
Do it! Get it done! This time, it’s not my fault. Yesterday it shouldn’t have been either, but today it’s definitely not. Wait a minute! I recall the words of destruction.
It was the destructive words a girl with a blue stone that could fly spoke to a boy at the end, holding hands. I placed my hand on Christine’s and screamed!
“Bal-ugh!”
The morning light is no match for it. A platinum light, shining even brighter, pierces me. “Be quiet!” says Sophia, pulling the sheets over herself again. …It was still her period, wasn’t it?
A fool vomiting blood and an idiot clutching their chest. Two people happily dancing in bed since morning.
Night falls, and a message arrives from Lady Annelyse. The Demon Army is gathered about a kilometer from the outer town. I immediately head towards Lady Annelyse and suggest a night raid.
“No. You cannot leave your post.”
Yuma Bashar, one of Lady Annelyse’s trusted aides, haughtily denies my suggestion from above. He didn’t draw his sword, but it seems he dislikes me.
Is it a visceral dislike? Or is it jealousy because he leads beautiful women like those of the White Lily Corps? It’s a bit flattering to be envied by a more handsome man over a woman.
“A night raid is a standard tactic. Especially when they are still gathering.”
“Knights do not employ such cowardly tactics.”
My mistake. Yuma Bashar dislikes mercenaries, not women. It seems the proud knights don’t mix well with dusty mercenaries. “Pride” and “dust” are the same word.
Still, we are both Captains. We are both Captains, albeit of half a brigade. I want to have my rights and claims respected. Though there’s a difference, like between headquarters and a branch office.
“What do you think, Lembruk?”
Lembruk, a seasoned hero in appearance. He is the most trusted aide. Given his age, he’s probably like a father figure to Lady Annelyse.
“Shin Brigade Commander has a point. A night raid would result in fewer casualties for us and inflict greater damage on the enemy.”
Victory! I look towards Yuma Bashar and am met with a dismissive “Hmph.” I don’t recall doing anything to earn such dislike, but I don’t have confidence in being liked either. Human relationships seem exhausting.
Many people look down on mercenaries. They are seen as the lowest kind of people, making money from war. However, within the balance of supply and demand, we are skilled individuals who have met more than the required demand.
When we go where we are needed, people’s perspectives usually change concerning our skills and experience, yet Yuma Bashar stubbornly dislikes me.
If we had a serious talk over drinks with a girl on my lap, perhaps he would open up. From the White Lily Corps… nope, none here…
“Let’s conduct a night raid. Now, who will undertake it…”
Come on, everyone, raise your hands. Rush forward eagerly to take the lead. We’ll be resting. We’re not in a hurry to die.
“The 1st Brigade would be suitable.”
The handsome man says it quietly. “The 1st Brigade is well-suited,” “As expected of a Baron of the Asht Empire,” the knights exclaim irresponsibly.
I’m going to hate him.
“Mikael, you’ll do it, won’t you?”
I hate myself for agreeing to a girl’s request. If it were just “a girl’s request,” I might be able to go along with it, but Lady Annelyse’s request makes me worry if I’ve been ensnared by her “alluring charisma.”
“…Yes.”
It’s not like I’ve been ensnared! Hmph!
I’m not in a hurry to die, but someone has to do it. Besides, having work is a good thing. I’ll work hard, earn money, and retire early.
Next is quick preparation and selection of personnel. For the night raid, there aren’t enough horses for the entire brigade, only fifty were prepared. Although I had considered relying solely on the White Lily Corps if necessary, Fleet Helm informed me that the horse arrangements were Yuma Bashar’s doing. Seriously, I hate him.
“We will conduct a night raid with fifty personnel. It will be me, Priscilla, Christine, Alana, and members of the brigade.”
Returning to the brigade, I explained the night raid to everyone. The brigade members, being bloodthirsty mercenaries or perhaps wanting to be with Christine, eagerly volunteered.
“Wait a minute! Do you know what day it is today?!”
From Priscilla… Only about twenty percent of men can correctly answer a girl’s “What day is it today?” Most likely, it’s an anniversary, but I can’t think of anything.
It’s not a birthday, I don’t think. I’ve never heard of it…
It’s not the day we met, either. The season is wrong…
Not knowing the answer is a mistake. It will incur her wrath…
The correct answer is silence. I will incur some of Priscilla’s anger but probably won’t be killed. Getting killed right now would be really bad.
“The Demon Army is already that close, right?! We’ll be entering full-scale combat from tomorrow, won’t we?!”
Priscilla, impatient with my silence, said this while suppressing her anger.
“Yes. I expect fierce fighting from tomorrow. We will likely be defending within the walls, including Klinsh Castle.”
“That’s it! Which means from tomorrow, the wartime regulations will stop the guard duty rotation. We only have today!”
To come this far and still value guard duty! The war has started! And how long have we been doing it since we came to the Royal Capital?!
I make it a point to grant the requests of girls. What do I do when I have requests from two at the same time? I, who chase two rabbits, catch two.
