Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

There was nothing but soldiers in the fortress that the Dragons stood on.

Citizens who were unable to fight, both old and still young, were solidifying behind the fort and taking refuge.

But the army of the Demon King has no mercy to distinguish such people from soldiers.

It was also quite natural that the soldiers of the Demon King's Army, who had the means to destroy the stone walls easily, were not attacking only the front, although the soldiers were striving to prevent war near the courtyard of the fort.

"They're coming, take the kids deeper..."

"Stop them, if you buy some time, the brave ones will."

Old, albeit dragon people are more capable than other species.

Several dragon tribes were standing up to destroy the stone walls of the fort and try to stop its invasion somehow against the soldiers of the Demon King's Army who had entered the interior, but they were not trained as soldiers, and the decay coming from their age is surely blunting their movements, and many old men have mercilessly taken their lives in exchange for a little damage to the Demon King's Army.

Speaking of belated combat, maybe it sounded good, but the point was that we were just being driven behind the fort gradually over time, and it was a situation that anyone could see that there would be no escape any time soon.

In the meantime, a young girl stops among the dragon tribes fleeing to the back.

You thought you could no longer escape, the light was lost from its eyes, and you knelt on the spot staring just blurry at the soldiers of the Demon King's Army slowly approaching you with an iron weapon.

No one tried to help.

It probably broke my heart.

Maybe he thought it was better to end it here for the girl than to badly help if you think about it.

That circumstance had nothing to do with the soldiers who were on the pursuit side.

The tip of their weapon is poked at the girl who just stopped as a target, and the girl looks up at the face of the soldier who is poking his weapon at herself.

The face of the soldier who looked up is vain, and there is nothing expressive about it.

If the weapon held in its hand erupts into fire, the girl's body will not be able to withstand its power, it will be to become like a borough cloth and collapse on the spot.

"Kami, Sama..."

What did the girl's eyes see and what did she think and whine about that?

The moment a soldier's finger on the trigger is powered just because it's not worth considering that.

The soldier's right arm, cut off from his shoulder without sound, fell to the ground.

The soldier tries to look back at the blurry gaze at the wound, which was originally a dead body or does not erupt blood very vigorously.

Someone's leg, beaten into its flank at a hell of a rate, crushed the soldier's gut, kicked his spine lightly and blew the soldier's body straight to the side.

The stiffness of the momentum is such that the soldier's body is knocked against the fortress wall without ever bouncing to the ground, and the soldier's body, unable to withstand the knocked down impact, becomes a red stain that spreads over the wall.

It was one young man who was blind to such a sight and waved a blade without even blood on it before returning it to the sheath of his hips.

He looks down at the dragon tribe girl with the look of the light returning to his eyes and surprised at what happened abruptly in front of him with a look that he hasn't made up his mind about the soldier who has now been lightly buried.

"Kamisama...?

"You don't have the experience of hatred and wings growing from your back. God means me, right?

If the girl looked up further above their heads as the youth pointed, there would be no ceiling that would have been there.

Instead there was a giant hole in the undistorted circle showing cuts as if they had been mutilated with a blade, neatly penetrating the hierarchy of fortifications where there should have been several layers, and the blue sky was visible from that hole, and one girl with wings on her back through that hole was in the middle of descending desperately winging her back wings while holding a girl of the same age.

Girls don't understand.

Where the hell did the ceiling that should have been there go?

The idea that a young man standing in front of us might have crept out to help us was also emerging, but it would be odd if the wreckage of the creeping and dropping ceiling hadn't poured over our heads.

Girls don't understand.

To the word "kamisama", which I accidentally ran, the young man in front of me made me point to a girl desperately winged with one person overhead saying that that was the case, but there should have been no such thing as a being in the shape of a person in this world with wings growing from his back.

Then who the hell is the twin-tailed girl winging her face bright red in desperate shape, who is somehow becoming visible to that look because she is descending a little bit?

Plus with that girl hugging me, like a cat grabbed at the root, I wonder where the girl with some frivolous eyes, shaking her body, is.

And the girl doesn't understand.

Turning the soldier who was about to kill the girl now into a red stain instantly creeping against the wall, and still just glimpsing his back over his shoulder, that the young man in front of him, who is stopping the legs of the soldiers of the Demon King's Army, is who the hell he is and where he's come from, although he hasn't made enough change to tell.

"Don't think hard"

You somehow realized the confusion of such a girl, the young man in front of you puts his left hand over the girl's head with a slightly troubled smile when he returns his gaze from behind to the girl in front of him.

The warmth transmitted from the hands of a young man stroking just a little surprised brings relief to the girl's heart when she says that this is a situation where countless armed enemy soldiers are still behind it.

"In the meantime, there won't be any more dead people on this side. Leave the rest to me."

So the story was over, and the young man, who had just slapped the girl on the head, looked back and turned his back on the girl before she said anything.

On that back, the girl's voice, who tried to ask if she had to at least just hear her name, is interrupted by the cry of two girls who land to crash in the immediate vicinity.

"Hey!? Killier, land!

"My wings are basically just for carrying me, and it's hard to hold someone and fly!

As the armed girl dressed in a grand buttock-grabbed outfit and the girl dressed like she stuck her buttocks out of the floor and draped her wings on the floor without force, the young man dew the twisted emotions floating in her face and spoke to them.

"Killier, just get up and protect non-combatants. Scion is ready for battle by pulling a knife. You have a visitor waiting for you?

"Lenya, my hard battered ass hurts. I want you to gently rub it."

"Isn't God's use too harsh? I think it's still white compared to the Lord."

"Both of you."

Lotus Yao speaks gently with a smiling expression to Shion, who hits him with his glutes when he crashes, and Kirier, who is drooling things like bumps and stupidity out of his mouth.

Then very strangely from the girl who was watching it, their expressions froze and they began to look visible and pale.

"If it seems too much trouble, can I put it together and finish it?

"" I'll be ready in a minute!

A girl who stands up in one act like she was bounced and pulls out the knife that was on her hips.

The girl with wings growing on her back gets up and at the same time her back wings scatter and disappear into several grains of light.

"Come on, come on, it's dangerous here, so I'll be with you guys over there. It's hard to protect me if you don't."

The girl who wiped out her wings, Killier, holds the shoulders of the girl who was watching over them, forcing her to move her figure halfway to the other dragon tribes who were retreating to the back of the fort.

Without dropping it off, Lianya showed it with a deep sigh as she sidelined herself to see Scion standing next to her in the state where she had drained her sword.

"This was a faulty move."

"What?

"We should have thought first that if the Dragons had fled into the fort, non-combatants would have fled in addition to soldiers and Alberto"

Lianya's gaze is falling on the floor, pouring into the wreckage of the old dragon men who became shields in order to let the other dragon men escape.

"I would have done a lot of damage in the time I've been looking at things for a long time. This is my mistake."

I wonder if so. Scion tilts his neck.

Normally, the idea of just three people heading for rescue against a fort on the verge of falling won't occur, and even if it does, there's no way we can move it into action.

"We should have gone to this rescue right away because we were able to locate Alberto."

"Isn't that... a theory of results?

Until the protection of the Dragon non-combatants, as the original purpose was to secure Alberto's figure as a brave man, Zion was not considered.

Even if it was extended, Theon believes that the current state of the Dragon Nation is the result of their choices and not the kind of story that makes someone responsible.

However, a man named Lianya also wondered whether there was no choice but to some extent to worry because, on the other hand, he tends to be very dry minded when it comes to those who carry out battles, and very reluctant for those who do not to stand on the arrow.

"I hope that's it again"

I was going to whine with great care so that the whining words didn't sound like Lianya next door.

But it seems that such a small grunt has also reached Lianya's ears, and Lianya asks in a low voice, keeping her gaze motionless from the bodies of the Dragon Nation.

"Did you say anything?

Though it was perceived as a sound, he was not even heard into the contents of what he had said, and Zion strokes his chest down relieved with a little impatience.

It wasn't even a difficult word to ask, but given the possibility that you might be reprimanded for thinking about time and circumstances, you might have been fortunate not to be heard.

"Nothing. Anyway, I'm here to help, and shouldn't we do away with enemy soldiers so that the sacrifices of the fallen don't go to waste?

"... so is that"

When Zion turned his water in the direction that he should not act now anyway, he was convinced enough of the word that Lianya, once he joined his hands to the body of the falling Dragon Men, turned his gaze to the soldiers of the Demon King's Army surrounding him.

Perhaps it was the soldiers of the Demon King's Army who were supposed to be manipulating the corpse to be soldiers, but when Lianya turned that gaze towards them, most soldiers would take only a few steps back from the spot, as if they were afraid of that gaze for some reason.

I wonder if Lianya's gaze would even terrorize the dead, Shion, but I hear Lianya didn't think of it that way.

"Someone manipulating these guys, but they know me."

"Really?

"The dead don't have fear, do they? These guys just left because the guy who's manipulating them knows me and he's afraid of me."

Reacting to Lianya's words like that, or as if the soldiers of the Demon King's Army, who were about to retreat, had forgotten what they had until then, he starts to re-hold and erect each weapon that was sluggishly lowered from his hand.

Most of them are firearms that Lianya had seen in the world where she was formerly, weapons that do not exist in this world, and their origins can only be one as far as Lianya knows.

I didn't even know what relationship it would have with someone who would be manipulating the dead, but at least on this occasion, there would be one stray man on the Demon King's side.

"I guess I wouldn't have had this trouble if I'd done it right then."

The killing and anger put on the words is so intense that even Zion, who knows it wasn't directed at him, is it also transmitted to someone who is manipulating through the dead, who, although fingering the trigger of the weapon in their hands, cannot pull it off.

"I reached out to him once, but you refused to do it. I'm ready to wipe you out of this world, even more than I'm still working with the Demon King."

Indeed, Lianya extremely dislikes that humans who do not make fighting a business fight.

But it was also certain that there would be no mercy for those who turned to their enemies after choosing to fight.

Intimidation so intense that it makes you wonder if there will be a proper sound, that one of the manipulated dead pulls the trigger unexpectedly, but the bullet, which is hardly even targeted, flies in the direction of a misunderstanding as it sounds bursting.

But let it be triggered, and Lotus and Zion went into the army of the dead.