Volume 9 - Prologue

Prologue: Tora and Tiger 

Beneath the high sky on a warm, clear day, the winter was drawing near. 

The Dabicon River shone in the sunlight as a procession of troops belonging to the Kingdom of Friedonia moved east along it. They marched at a confident pace, but not hurrying. 

The demon wave was a phenomenon in which a great number of monsters were flowing out of the Demon Lord’s Domain in the north. 

Our forces from the Kingdom of Friedonia were coming to aid the Union of Eastern Nations, which was being struck by the demon wave. 

Just the other day, we had gone to one of the areas of intense fighting, the Kingdom of Lastania. Working with local forces, we had succeeded in eliminating a swarm of monsters. We were now heading toward the other area that had seen intense fighting, the Duchy of Chima. 

Having received a report in the Kingdom of Lastania that they were facing a crisis situation, I had sent the Wyvern Cavalry and Dratroopers ahead and placed a heavy focus on speed as we hurried to have the troops march. But then word came that the forces of the Union of Eastern Nations had gathered in the Duchy of Chima, and it was unlikely to fall immediately, so we were now proceeding at a normal marching pace so as not to break ranks. 

As the one who was, for official purposes, leading this force (though the one taking actual command was Ludwin), I had joined the procession on horseback. 

There were sturdy carriages for the higher-up, but being in a carriage the whole time would have made my shoulders stiff, so I was riding a horse so that I could move around. 

Naden was sitting in front of me as I held the reins. “Wow, who knew you could ride a horse?” 

I had mostly been riding Naden in her ryuu form lately, but I couldn’t match pace with the army that way, so we were riding a horse together this time. 

I felt embarrassed when she complimented me on my skill with a horse, so I scratched at my cheek. “My teacher, Owen, taught me well.” 

“Hmm, this is kind of new. Normally, I’m the one giving you a ride, but now you’re giving me one. This is nice, too, in its own way.” Naden leaned back against me. 

When Naden’s head got closer to mine, her glossy, black hair gave off a pleasant scent. I rested my chin between Naden’s two antlers. When I moved my chin around a little in that position, Naden let out a sigh in weird voice. “Ahhhhh...” 

While I was playing with Naden, a horse approached from behind. 

“You look like you’re having fun,” said the horse’s rider. 

This was a blue-haired beauty who was the sole person wearing a marine uniform in this military procession: our Prima Lorelei, Juna. 

“I’m a little jealous that you get to have a leisurely ride with His Majesty,” she went on. 

“I’ll trade places with you later,” Naden said. 

“Hee hee! Please do. If I ride, maybe I should be the one in back.” 

While listening to Juna talk cheerfully, I smiled wryly. “I was sure you’d be going back with Excel.” 

Excel had done a great service for us in the Kingdom of Lastania, and then been stubbornly resistant to return home afterward. Having foreseen that, my prime minister, Hakuya, had sent Excel’s granddaughter, Juna, to come collect her. 

I had expected her to go back to Parnam with Excel, but now she was accompanying us instead. 

Juna gave me a charming smile. “If Roroa has returned to the castle, there’s no reason I should have to, too. I will be staying with you from here on, sire.” 

I smiled. “That’s reassuring for me, but... Excel’s going to get miffed about it.” 

In fact, Excel was probably complaining, And here I am, going home quietly! right this moment. 

Juna gave me with a very nice smile. “It will do Grandmother some good. She’s always playing around too much, despite her old age.” 

In contrast to Kagetora’s expectations, the forces of the union had not collapsed anywhere. That was because anywhere that it seemed there might be a collapse, those people would jump in. 

If you squinted at the battlefield, there was something there, jumping around like fleas. Not just one or two of them. There were more than a thousand of them traversing the battleground freely, literally jumping around from place to place. When those people reached a point that looked ready to collapse, the tides of battle were instantly reversed, and the forces that were close to breaking recovered. He had seen it happen several times on the battlefield in front of him. 

Kagetora felt a sudden presence behind him. 

“Master Kagetora.” One of the members of the Black Cats, wearing the black mask and outfit of a ninja, landed on a branch behind him. “We have determined their identity.” 

“Let’s hear it.” Kagetora had ordered the Black Cats to investigate the ones jumping around that battlefield. 

The Black Cat reported his findings. “The ones who are jumping around the battlefield are leaping cavalry from the nomadic state of Malmkhitan, from the steppes to the east of here.” 

“Malmkhitan... That’s not a name I’ve heard.” 

“Their country was only just formed before the creation of the Union of Eastern Nations, so there has been little chance for talk of them to spread.” 

Then the operative began to explain the events leading to the formation of the steppe state of Malmkhitan.

On the formation of the steppe nation of Malmkhitan in the Union of Eastern Nations... 

The area where Malmkhitan would eventually form was originally populated by many small nomadic tribes. Before the formation of the Union of Eastern Nations, these tribes warred with each other at times, formed blood ties through marriage, and went through a series of destructions and unifications. 

Whenever an enemy tribe was destroyed, it was not completely annihilated, but instead absorbed into the conquering tribe in its weakened state, allowing the population of the steppes to be maintained without too much of a decline. 

The many small tribes often warred, but they had a strong sense of being a common steppe people, and so whenever outsiders invaded, the tribes would unite to eliminate the external threat. 

Meanwhile, those tribes on the edge of the steppe traded with outside countries, invited in skilled people, and traded in slaves. This brought in foreign blood, but they worked to ensure it did not become too prominent. It was a region that had a closed-off mentality that placed value on steppe traditions, while also embracing and absorbing events from the outside world. 

Kagetora listened quietly as the Black Cat operative relayed the story of Malmkhitan’s founding. When he had heard it all, he asked a question. 

“I understand what this Malmkhitan country is. But what are those leaping cavalry you mentioned?” 

“The leaping cavalry are a powerful type of cavalry used by Malmkhitan,” said the operative. “They’re not horses, but a type of goat-like, cow-like creature... a massive horned riding beast known as a ‘temsbock.’ These temsbocks are raised in Malmkhitan, and they have the strength to leap up a castle wall in three bounds.” 

“Hm... Then those temsbocks are the things jumping around the battlefield?” Kagetora let out a groan of admiration. “They are cavalry, but like wyvern cavalry, they fly through the skies of the battlefield. Their ability to suddenly appear and disappear must be incredibly confusing for the enemy. I can see they would be a difficult type of soldier to deal with.” 

“Yes, sir,” said the operative. “The fact is, countries that have invaded the steppe in the past, despite an overwhelming numerical advantage, have been beaten badly by the leaping cavalry.” 

It’s not hard to see why... thought Kagetora. When he saw how the leaping cavalry was traveling across the battlefield freely, butchering monsters, it was very convincing. I must report to the master that this is not a country to be taken lightly. 

Having determined that, Kagetora turned to ask the Black Cat operative another question. “And what is the name of this son that succeeded—Ah!” 

Kagetora suddenly drew the tachi Souma had given him. While the operative was still shocked at him suddenly drawing his weapon, Kagetora swung the blade. When he did... 

Whoosh! Clang! 

...his Tachi cut down an arrow that came at them suddenly. 

“Wha?! Where did that come from?!” The operative panicked, apparently anticipating a surprise attack when he saw the severed arrow fall to the ground, but there were no enemies to be seen, and he couldn’t sense anyone in hiding, either. 

Unlike the worried operative, Kagetora exhaled, returning his sword to its sheath. Looking to the battlefield, he let out a sigh of admiration. “To think they could reach this far from there...” 

“From there?! You can’t be serious!” 

The operative looked where Kagetora was looking, and his eyes went wide. 

Kagetora’s eyes were on the distant battlefield. Did he mean to say someone on the battlefield had sensed their presence several kilometers away and then managed to get an arrow, even one with its range extended by magic, to reach them? 

It was on the battlefield near Wedan, where man and monster endlessly fought to the death. 

In the middle of the unceasing shouts and sounds of fighting, a young man in his early twenties held a great bow that no ordinary person could even draw. 

He stood at least a hundred and ninety centimeters tall, and his tanned limbs were thick with muscle. He had short, bluish-black hair, and a majestic face. The young man who wore silver armor over his red leather clothes, and a bowl-shaped silver helm on his head had small white wings on his back. 

He drew attention himself, but his mount did, too. 

It was a white tiger so great that people looked up at it. 

While its master drew his bow, that tiger batted away incoming monsters with its paws. It was like a cat playing with a ball, but the fact that these monsters were larger than a grown man made the sight frightening. 

A young commander on a temsbock approached this man and beast who were so clearly a cut above the rest. “What’s the matter, Lord Fuuga? Why suddenly fire in such an odd direction?” 

“Hm?” said Fuuga. “Oh, Shuukin.” 

The great man riding on the tiger was Fuuga Haan, the young king of the steppe nation of Malmkhitan, and the leader of the magnificent temsbock cavalry. The other man was his confidant and same-age friend, the brave commander Shuukin. 

Looking down at Shuukin from atop his massive tiger, Fuuga wore a bold smile. “Oh, it’s simple. I felt something watching me from that hill, so I tried taking a shot at it.” 

“You tried taking a shot at it? What if it was a civilian, or one of our allies?!” 

Shuukin was aghast, but Fuuga laughed it off jovially. “Ha ha ha! No civilian would be near this battlefield. We didn’t have a unit or scouts up on that hill, either.” 

“Well, yes, but...” 

Shuukin seemed unconvinced by his reasoning, but Fuuga smiled wryly as he went on. 

“Well, if they’re over there, they’re not one of ours, at least. More importantly, though, Shuukin, it looks like the forces are under pressure on the northeast side. Let’s pop over there and deal with it nice and quick. We’re going, Durga!” 

His favored mount, the flying tiger Durga, took off. 

“Ah! Lord Fuuga!” Flustered, Shuukin gave a command to his subordinates. “Don’t let the king go alone! We’re following after him!” 

Thus did the Malmkhitan temsbock cavalry jump across the battlefield, dragged around by Fuuga and Durga.