“We need to decide this beforehand. This time, it won’t be a quick victory.”
It wasn’t about setting up formation or tactics; the first thing to decide was the wartime reward.
“What!?! You pushed me down during our retreat! Did you forget you sank your fangs and claws into my [Chest] when you turned into a Lycanthrope?! I haven’t forgotten the pleasure of plunging into Priscilla either.”
We need to decide on wartime rewards, but before that, there are many things to do, like speaking with Baron Krisel, recruiting allies, setting up formations, and deciding on the plan.
“That’s the Captain’s job.”
He casually dumped it all on me. What a delightful work environment.
“So, it’s agreed that the rewards will be paid after everything is over this time, right? No interim payments. Nothing, even if there are no enemies later.”
“That’s right. This time, we’ll pay after the retreat is completely over and we’re back in Makjuru.”
It’s a reasonable plan, and hearing such sensible advice after a long time. What wonderful subordinates I have.
“You’re deciding now?”
“Yes. It’ll be more rewarding to fight with wartime rewards in mind.”
Indeed. Having something to fight for makes survival easier. Does that apply to me too? I want something to fight for.
“First, it’s my turn. I get to have Mikael for as long as I wish. That Buster Sword is exquisite. I’ll have my fun.”
Ah, so that’s it. My Buster Sword, condensing itself. Buster Sword is a good name. My Buster Sword will roar! It sounds pretty cool.
“Is it that amazing?”
“Yeah, compared to it, I usually feel like I’m being toyed with by a Petty knife.”
A Petty knife?! I don’t mind saying it about myself, but it bums me out when others say it. So my… was treated like a Petty knife.
“At least make it so a Petty knife becomes a Short Sword, or a Short Sword becomes a Buster Sword. You’re setting the bar for metaphors too high.”
“I’d like a Buster Sword too… Oh, of course, I like Petty knives too. They cut well and are easy to handle. Petty knives are fine too.”
Sophia, please don’t keep repeating “Petty, Petty.” It’s incredibly embarrassing.
“Alright then, Sophia also goes for the Buster Sword… Alana, have you decided?”
“…I, …I want a weapon.”
Good! Alana, you’re great! As a mercenary, one should pay attention to weapons and armor. I also broke some weapons and armor in this battle, so let’s go buy some together. I’ll buy you expensive ones with my own money.
“…I, …If I’m honestly pierced by a Buster Sword, it’ll come out my mouth, won’t it? It’s nice to do it with my mouth, but this time it’ll come out my Behind.”
…No. No, Alana. Humans aren’t built that way. Besides, putting it into Alana’s mouth with fangs…
“Hahaha, no doubt. At Alana’s height, it’s practically impalement.”
That’s vulgar, very vulgar. But, impalement… I’m not entirely uninterested, but can it really be done? Won’t it break halfway through?
“Then, Alana gets weapons and the impalement penalty. Hahaha.”
My Buster Sword is not a torture device. I want you to think of it as a tool for love.
“Christine, what about you?”
Please, God. Let it be a reasonable request.
“…The elimination of the people who follow me.”
She made an incredible request so casually! Those people follow Christine out of admiration, yet she wants them eliminated. If they heard that… would they die willingly?
“That’s no good. Aren’t all those people who admire you like goddesses? They admire you so much that they’d die if you told them to.”
“…Then, die.”
Listen to people properly.
“No, it’s not allowed. What’s your reason? Did those people do something terrible to you?”
If so, it’s okay.
“…They’re annoying. They stink. I can’t stand their existence. All men except the Captain can die. Males, yes, males. Goblins, Ogres, Trolls, all males except the Captain can die.”
When she says it with a straight face, it’s hard to argue against it. I don’t know if Trolls have genders, but if anyone knows how to persuade someone with such strong feelings, please tell me.
“Regardless, it’s not allowed. Absolutely not. It’s not allowed no matter what. Choose something else.”
“…I’ll think about it.”
How to persuade her… A forceful approach. Christine needs to think of something else. I wish we could take a vacation together somewhere.
And then, there are two more… a demonic duo.
“Rufina, do you have anything?”
“I desire the Captain’s blood.”
“I”? Does she refer to herself as “I”? Is this a character change? Still, she’s a girl who likes blood. Is she a vampire?
“…A little is fine.”
“Two liters.”
Are you stupid! I’ll die, you idiot!
“500.”
“1.5.”
“700.”
“1.3.”
“850.”
“1.2.”
“950.”
“1.”
We shook hands firmly.
“Surprisingly, we reached an agreement. Rufina gets one liter of blood and the impalement.”
My Buster is not a torture device. If it’s Alana, fine, but I won’t go easy on Rufina! I’ll teach her about her past misdeeds.
“Last is Orietta. What do you want?”
“Ori-chan wants the Captain’s memories~”
That’s more “normal” than I expected. Though I’m not sure what’s normal anymore. And “Ori-chan”? Has Orietta also changed her character?
“Only Rufina can take memories, right?”
“When it’s Ori-chan’s turn, Rufina-chan can help, so it’ll be fine~”
“Objection! These two working together brings about the worst outcome.”
“Rejected. Don’t rely on conjecture.”
Priscilla, are you on their side? Using a word like conjecture is difficult.
“At least request a third party to be present. Rufina has a tendency to intrude on private matters.”
“Agreed. But who will participate?”
I’m not going to do *that*. I just want someone to monitor Rufina so she doesn’t search for strange memories.
“Is it okay if I participate?”
Again, I’m not going to *do* that… It’s Sophia. With Sophia, I can rest assured. She can rein in Rufina and Orietta, and most importantly, she’s fair.
“Alright, it’s decided. Orietta gets the Captain’s memories and the four impalements.”
What do you mean by “four impalements”? We’re not doing it with four people. It would be a lie to say I’m not interested, but I’m not going to do it. No, but maybe just a little…
“That’s everyone. Isn’t this getting exciting?”
“Yes. I want to finish quickly and get my wartime rewards.”
“Don’t be in such a hurry. First, let enjoyment in mass slaughter.”
“…Males die.”
“Um, my wartime rules are…”
“Quickly go talk to Krisel.”
I’m going to cry, you bastard. Someone lend me your chest. I’ll cry there.
“I’m going…”
“Go quickly, Buster.”
Just you wait. I’ll give you a severe impalement later. Do I want to impale the White Lily Corps with my desire? I’d prefer something normal. But I’ll live up to expectations.
It was good that I was involved in this wartime reward. It’s much better than having them decided without my knowledge or being attacked suddenly.
Well then, shall I go to war for a bit?
