Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

Around that time, there was a desperate battle going on inside the fort.

"Damn! They're coming!

"Prevent it! Whatever you do, stop it!

The main entrance to the fort had already been broken and the battlefield had proceeded to the courtyard inside the fort.

Thick and hard wood and sturdy doors reinforced with iron were not such substitutes that even broken castle hammers could easily be broken, but from the Dragon tribes they pointed at some of the cylindrical things that did not know what the hell it was, and they wondered if something had popped out of its tip, and all the surrounding stones had been blown up with a heavy explosion.

Moreover, the impending enemy army was certainly armed with spears and swords such as those seen in ordinary warfare, but it had something else small, and when the spark splashed from its tip along with a continuous bursting sound, the soldiers to whom it was directed were suddenly filled with holes and killed.

Here was the tragedy of the dragon people who did not know the weapons of the world where Lianya was.

If Lianya had been on the spot, she would have immediately understood that it was the rocket launcher that blew out the gates of the fort and that it was the kind of assault rifle the enemy soldiers held, and could have told the Dragon soldiers about the danger.

But the Dragon Nation, unaware of the existence of such weapons, was forced to fight the Demon King's Army without knowing why an explosion had occurred or why the Friends were being defeated.

"Don't cut the magic of defense! I don't know what it is, but I'm pretty sure it's under attack!

The Dragons were more powerful than the humans and so on, and the treatment of witchcraft was rugged.

However, it is also possible to deploy defensive magic while fighting, and this cannot be defended for once if the firepower is as small as the small firearms carried by the individual.

But that was only to some extent, too.

Some or several dozen of the bullets thrown up in full auto were certainly bounced by the magic of defense that the Dragons were stretching around, losing their goal and falling to the ground or poking at the wall, but if it were to be punched hundreds of times in a row, no matter how much magic of defense could withstand its load, any of which would be broken and extinguished.

And the weapon of the enemy soldiers was relentlessly showering the dragon tribes with uninterrupted attacks, as if they would never run out of ammunition or anything.

What was even more unfortunate for the Dragons was that it was the dead who were the enemy soldiers handling the small firearms.

They are manipulated by some force and turn their vain eyes to the dragon tribes, without being frightened by the battle, without being excited about the battle, just keep moving forward pale.

Its lifeless body, whether its arms are broken by the attacks of the dragon tribes or its bellies, will not be bored by pain, will not welcome death, will drip blood, and will not stop it from proceeding even as it strains its organs.

"What the fuck, these guys! It's definitely supposed to be fatal!

"Idiot! Don't stop!

The sword blade I shook down cracked the head of the enemy soldier in front of me.

The foot of a Dragon soldier who spills the contents from that wound while still panicking at an unstoppable enemy soldier stops.

Other soldiers reprimanded it, but by then, it was already too late, and there were soldiers who stopped on their feet. They were grabbed by enemy soldiers who did it by breaking their heads, and they were pushed down on the spot.

Then there is no way for the living to escape from the hands of the dead.

And the dead shall flock to the soldiers of the dragon men, who shall escape from under the dead, and crush them with their weight, and hold their bodies with their arms, and with their claws and their teeth they shall eat their skins and their flesh, and they shall crush their bones.

No one tries to help the Screaming Allies of the Cutting Devil.

Because everyone was at their best just trying to survive.

But no one has any idea how the hell we can break this situation when we're attacked with weapons we don't know from afar, and if we get close enough, the opponent won't die in this attack, and if we ever grab it, we'll be crushed into numbers without the art of making it.

In that, there was only one person who overwhelmed enemy soldiers and fought.

"Don't be frightened! Whatever you do, this fort will protect you!

It was Alberto, chosen as the brave man of the Dragon Nation, who bounced something flying from afar with a powerful junction backed by overwhelming magic, chopping off the neck of an approaching enemy soldier under one sword and still chopping off the limbs of the dead to be grabbed.

In his usual dressing, he is only lightly dressed to reinforce his essential points with skinned parts, but his body is probably from enemy soldiers. His appearance, which could not have been unharmed himself and wounded everywhere, brings only morale to fight again against the soldiers who were fighting around him.

"That's right! We still have Lord Brave!

"Show him the will of the Dragon Men! I won't let you do anything good with the Demon King's army!

If you can't fall with a single fatal wound, just carve him up until you can't move.

If you can't prevent it with one defensive magic, you should be able to prevent it by overlapping it with several defensive magics.

The dragon tribes, who gained momentum with morale, succeeded in pushing back the enemy army that was breaking into the courtyard, albeit slightly.

But it's only temporary, too.

The Dragon Nation, a living being, accumulates fatigue by continuing to fight, but if you are dealing with the Demon King's Army, you do not know that it is already just the dead and the dead are tired.

And there was another factor that was afflicting the dragon tribes, drifting on its battlefield.

"Bring me what's going to happen! Build a barricade! Additional enemy soldiers will be here soon!

"Damn... what the hell is this smell... I can't concentrate as much as I think. What the hell are they doing..."

Once pushed back, the barricades are quickly barricaded with shelves and tables gathered from all over the fort before they launch their next attack and at the entrance to the courtyard, but several Dragon soldiers in the middle of it were fading their faces and complaining of nausea and headaches.

It was caused by some smell that was felt even during the battle, and the dragon tribes, who had to fight without knowing the cause, were in an even more painful battle, even though they could not give their usual strength and were just disadvantaged on numbers.

"Lord Alberto! Take the witch princess with you while you still can."

Among the soldiers, perhaps of high stature, the old soldier said so as he approached Alberto, who was wiping his body dirty with blood and fat.

"Reinforcements are no longer coming, and it's only a matter of time before this place falls. But only you, the brave one who should fight the demon king, and the witch princess who found you brave, must escape from here at all costs!

"I... I can no longer be a brave man. I don't deserve to be brave when I run from that Count Kunugi place that binds the brave men."

"But that's because the Count of that man put his shoulders in the Demons..."

Alberto quietly shook his head to the left and right to control the soldier he tried to recruit.

"It was probably a dead thing, too. But I was on the wrong side of the Demons without trying to understand what they were doing. Which side should I lower now to be named a brave man or something?"

"Lord Alberto..."

"But as Sir says. Only the witch princess has to get away from here. That's the only one who can preside over the Dragon Nation now without the Sage Society. If so, sir, I'd like you to take the witch princess away."

"Lord Alberto!?

Suddenly the story shook, the soldier shouted out unexpectedly, but Alberto continued his words as he raised his firm resolve to that face.

"You will need someone who will buy the Sir and the others time to escape. That role is what I deserve. I was still called a brave man once. Even if your soul rubs off, you can make sure your lords get away with it."

"But Lord Alberto! Then the role will be ours! Lord Alberto will escort the witch princess and seek help from any race through the woods. It is almost impossible for us to get through the woods. Then it's our job to stay here."

"As I said earlier, I have already broken up with that Earl. No matter what species you ask for help, I don't think you can hear me. That's why it's my job to stay here."

"Please wait!

It was the voice of one girl who stopped the two arguing.

If you look at that voice, there stands one girl with long dark hair tied up and dressed in multiple layers of thin silk clothes.

"I'm not running away from here."

"Witch princess!?

"The Witch Princess... No, Dear Charlotte..."

Surprising soldier and mouthwatering alberto.

As he walked over to those two, Charlotte, the dragon witch princess, opened her mouth.

"I was the one who listened to God and chose Master Alberto as the brave one and made him take responsibility for it. If I were to be told that Master Alberto would stay, would I be able to escape alone?

"But Master Charlotte. If we lose you now, the Dragons will no longer have a path to follow except to perish..."

"Then run away with me. Dear Alberto,"

If you tell me so clearly, there is no word for Alberto.

Because there are only two paths to choose from: yes and no, and no matter which way you choose, there is no future.

Yes, if you answered yes, indeed, if Alberto's strength, it may be possible to escape through the forest of exasperation while protecting Charlotte, but there is no place where you can be asked for help if you are off the road with that Count, who has a great deal of influence over people, elves, or beasts.

But if you answered no, Charlotte would never escape this fort, and in the end the future awaits us all to take this fort to pieces on the pillow.

This was Alberto, who thought that even if he was forced to do so, he should take away Charlotte's consciousness and let the soldiers get away with it, but if he did such a thing or was later self-harmed, Alberto could not answer the question of what to do if he was going to end up with the same thing.

"Sounds like it, doesn't it?

"You're fantasizing."

"... Hum? Or how can Kirier see inside that fort?

On the back of Rubidra swirling over the fort in a large circle.

Killier relayed the exchange between the brave and witch princesses and soldiers that was taking place precisely in it now, staring at the fort with his hands on his forehead, and Lotus Ya uttering such sentiments, Zion tilting his neck firmly.

Although centered around the fort, the circle Rubidra draws was a very large circle, and the dragon tribes inside the fort still didn't seem to realize its existence.

It was supposed to make some pretty loud noises, but the Dragon Nation is the best they can about themselves, and Lianya thinks they won't even care about anything else.

"It's a girl's secret"

"... is Killier a girl your age?

"Women are always girls. You understand that, don't you, Mr. Theon?

"One thing... but I can't help it if it's a girl's secret"

Seeing Sion and Kirier having a conversation without tension, Lianya thinks about what's going on.

In the first place, he seemed to think that Alberto had gone a different way than he did, but even if he escaped from here, there was no place to stop, but if he told me from Lianya, it would be too much to buy.

Although Lotus Ya put her shoulders in the Demon Nation for the reason that she helps Emil, she does not understand Alberto's thoughts, which she considers to be verbal propaganda, such as helping the Demon Nation, and naturally does not give the Elves or the Beast Nation a circular that Alberto asks for help, refuses, etc., nor is she in a position to do so.

In other words, the best hand here was that a woman named Alberto and Charlotte, who looked like a witch princess, took her hand to escape, but given the situation inside the fort that Killier relayed, it seemed very unlikely that Alberto would notice that or choose that option.

"There are a few options I can take here."

"What is it?

Leaving aside the secret of Kirier's girl, Lianya let her index finger stand first in front of Zion, who listened to Lianya's words.

"The first continues to appear as a refreshment and reinforcement, helping the Dragon Nation"

"That's an easy choice."

It's an option that no one will be unhappy with, Theon thinks.

"The second is watching what happens, gauging the timing and waiting to get out"

"You mean wait until the dramatic appearance scene comes? Not to say it's a bad hand, but I don't really want to agree."

I don't really want to agree with Scion that he will be able to measure the best time to intervene without helping those who can, although the amount of gratitude he can put on to the Dragon Nation will increase after he is done.

"The third thing is, I'm still watching until everything's over."

"Is that... because Alberto's pattern is the only purpose? So now that we know where we are, does that mean we just need to be able to collect it, alive or dead? That's a little too..."

If it helps on its own, that's fine, and even if it doesn't, it can ensure only Alberto's personality immediately, which Sion didn't think would be preferable.

"The fourth is to end everything with our hands. With the firepower of me and Rubidra, it'll all be over soon."

"Is that, uh? Speaking of what you mean...... maybe you'll burn the hell out of this neighborhood? Doesn't that make it a little too harsh to reuse because that would destroy the Demon King's Army, and Alberto would have died in battle here, and his physique is ashed!?

To Zion, who pleads with the boulder to stop it, Lianya, after much thought, basically put his hands flat on Zion's head and slowly began to stroke him.

"Lenya?"

"I didn't know you started to somehow guess what I wanted to do. You've grown, Scion."

"I guess I'm being praised. I knew I couldn't be honest with you..."

Scion that makes an indescribable pitiful face.

Lianya wonders if she would have said something wrong while continuing to stroke Zion's head like that.

And looking at the two of them like that, no. This is just a sigh of sigh Killier.

Whatever. I wonder if you could just decide to act. Rubidra would need a little more time. I don't know how many circles it would take. It was to continue the swirling further over the fort.