275 War of the Fools, Part 2 - Unstoppable Fire

"So come on? Rayfan, what do you think of the line?

"Hmm?

Ray fans and the whores are having a conversation while drying the laundry. Ray fans were teasing in it.

Nearly a month has already passed since Ray fans started living in this whorehouse. Rusty and I have already been contacted, but this one is safer, so the prostitutes are still hiding it. In the meantime, the hookers are totally friendly with Ray fans. The dimensions. The prostitutes are less concerned with their identities than they were originally, and in some cases they are called by the nobles. There are many occasions where courtesy and grace are required, and noble thoughts are understandable to them.

The hookers were also treating her with a fondness, as the Ray fans themselves had an undressed personality. Most of all, it's all novel and exciting for Ray fans, and every time she's surprised, Ray fans are undeniably being made fun of by the whores.

Food, sex and living for the general public. Unlike the aristocrats who find pleasure in tea and socialisation, many folks find pleasure in living in boredom and occasionally in the more rewards they hold and in conversations with their fellow citizens, as well as in dinner stretched out just a little. And if you're in a good mood, sing, dance, and have fun even with strangers. Not all of them, of course, but the folk Ray fans saw were such people.

And these days, Ray fans and hookers had an unhesitant conversation, but the conversation was still about "what Ray fans think of the line".

"Do you like it or something?

"Hey, why would I do that?"

"Sort of. You're too old - and you're dirty."

"But if you were a nobleman, you'd get married like that."

"Oh, when you look at the bright red spot on your face, do you think it might not be too rough?

The hookers tease Ray fans who deny it while turning their faces bright red. Some of them even whistle their fingers at the end of the day.

"Wow, wow, I..."

"Well, either way. ~? If you're going to seduce me, Ray, I need you to wear one of these, too, huh?

A whore who said that shows off her underwear, which is laundry. No, it had less fabric, and it was underwear that seemed more than half transparent. Ray fans wonder if this is any different than not putting anything on it.

"I'm so... embarrassed!

"That's it. But you should get used to it, okay?

"And do the lords like this?

Ask a whore a question while Ray fans mock.

"Then why don't you ask?

"Huh?"

And that's when the rumor line appeared. The figure that appears across the sheet is certainly the line.

"How dare you rumor?"

"Line. Ray, fan."

"Ya, stop it!

The wind sweeps up the sheets as Ray fans try to stop the whores.

"Ah..."

"Heh. Rhine, did you shave?

"Oh, I cut my hair too"

There was nowhere there was a swordsman with a grumpy face like a beggar before. There stood a straight-eyed young man with a stern face. A gentle looking face, but a glowing eye without alarm. Sometimes the eyes glowing like a raptor are directed at the whores and ray fans. Even if you're not a woman, you'll be nailed unintentionally by the strength of your eyes.

"Don't make fun of him too much, okay? Suppose she's the princess of one country."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm fine. He's in love with me."

So the line puts its hand over Ray Fan's head. Of course it was meant to be a joke for Rhine.

"Ahhh..."

"Amma."

"Oh... you're really in love"

There was a ray fan looking up at him like he had a fever under the hand of the line. His eyes belong entirely to a maiden in love. Is the line fulfilling and noticing or not noticing at all?

The place moves. This is the territory of the doomed Zamwed. It is at the forefront of the battle between Gruzard and Tragaslon. 250,000 traguthlons against 50,000 gruzalds. It is an overwhelming difference in power in light of the military law, but it was Gruzaldo who was taking the fight to an advantage. It is the two beast generals of Roch and Vargo who lead that Gruzardo. Those two were precisely in the midst of military deliberations in the tent with their men, who were the Lord.

"How's Princess O'Rall?

"Yes, your injury is doing well and we are delighted to report a victory"

"Damn, you're a stubborn princess"

Vargo impresses one. Zamwed did collapse, but fortunately there was one princess who survived. The fourth princess, Princess Oolal, had taken a heavy toll, but she offered to accompany him to the battle between Hajita and Roch and Vargo.

Of course Roch even opposed Vargo, but Woolal's will was strong and they ended up breaking. I wondered if it was going to involve only one surviving royalty in the battle, but it wasn't something that could be decided by Roch's existence, and I had to reluctantly convince him.

But even that would be an external excuse for her to fight for Zamwed. Roch just keeps up the military debate, even though he haunts his head by carrying troubles in addition to the battle of difficult circumstances.

"How's Traguslon doing?

"Ha, it looks like a large number of deaths occurred in the battle ahead. Looks like he backed the line for about a day."

"Now you've pushed back about half of it."

Vargo roars his nose absurdly. Nearly a month passed since the war against Tragaslon began. War initially regarded as an overwhelming difference in power, but the battle was always dominant over Gruzaldo.

If you try to be a traguthlon, you would have come to war with Guru-Zardo with the same intentions as Zamwed, but there is too much difference in the bravery and proficiency of the spiral soldiers, even though they are the same beasts in Gruzaldo and Zamwed. Above all, the quality of the generals leading the army is too different. Groussard's prized 12th Beast General has barely lost before, even though he has repeatedly replaced him several times. If Dryan, the king of Gruzaldo, is willing to do so, half the continent is strong enough to be occupied by Gruzaldo.

It was already too late when Tragaslon realized that fact, with Gruzaldo barely losing his soldiers, and Tragaslon's death had already exceeded 30,000. And without night or day, the Traguthlon, sparked by the ambush of Gruzaldo, could not give him many victories, and had already been forced to retreat to nearly half of Zamwed's territory.

Groussard's military executives were also calm in this overwhelming offensive. Even the bloodiest of beast generals, Virgo, is so. They are not just pig warriors.

"So, what do we do, Roch?

"It is decided. We'll fight until Traguslon pulls out of Zamwed."

"So it's time to send a messenger?

A captain who draws a lot of Roch's will suggests. It is Roch's usual means of shaking it with a sentence after it has been boiled down with a martial arts.

"Oh, now you know we don't have a chance to beat ourselves. If you're gonna retreat, I've never been over it."

"Shit, people who imitate like these fire thieves just have to do it thoroughly"

Some agree with Vargo's blur, but Roch calmly denied it.

"Stop. In a week, Voldo will bring more reinforcements. That would also make it possible for us to destroy the Traguthlon as it is. But then we win too much. If you win too much, there will be resentment. If resentment persists, it becomes a spark of new strife. Push them back into your country and that's enough. At least not this time."

"Do we have justice? Don't make it any trouble."

"If we wage a war of aggression, this time we turn it against our enemies to unrelated countries. We have more to do than that, don't we?

"The demons of the south and even the country."

"Don't say it. That would make even the king feel the same way."

The tent is wrapped in heavy air in front of the two generals who look so difficult and shut up. Breaking that air was screaming from the outside.

"Aaaaaa!"

"What!?

When those who were in the tent jumped out in unison, there was someone outside and a soldier from Groussard in the middle of a battle.

"What is this guy?

"Our nails are clever... gaaaa!

"What's happening? More lights!

Along with Roch's hanging voice, the lights increase simultaneously. It seemed like it was just a black shadow at first that floated there. But if you keep your eyes open, there's a boy standing there with a black eye.

"Good evening ~. Nice to meet you, huh?

"... who are you?

"I don't have a name for a wooden end like Terra! But let me tell you something? No, no, don't look like that. You wanted to say that word once."

"You're kidding..."

Roch controlled one of the executives who tried to come forward with his eyes. Raise your hands at the same time and signal the surrounding men, and the beasts surround the boy simultaneously.

"Well, it doesn't matter who you are. Let's get you to wash up and talk now."

"Can you do that? For every beast man"

"Do it."

Along with Roch's ruthless words, the surrounding beasts move out in unison. But the boy stood idly by, and there was never a sign of deflection. That is where the elites, led by Roch, are attacked immediately.

A boy who flickers at the attacks of the elite, who show incalculable sharpness of movement in a coarse beast. Still, during the coordinated attack, the boy gradually ran out of room to engage.

"Whoa, this is so bad"

"Fuck you!"

"Nah."

The attack of the beasts, who thought they were completely in, cut the sky and the boy suddenly appeared elsewhere. Everyone is distracted by the behavior.

I see, you're a magician.

"I guess I'm half right. You're surprisingly blunter than that, Beast General Roch."

"What?"

While Roch is surprised, a lot of bags come out of the boy's shadow. Will there be as much as a boy's body, quite a size. The shape is distortedly irregular and it shows a strange match with the boy's odd atmosphere.

"I wonder if it's because I'm an animal man after all? I know what's in your head."

"... what are you trying to say?

"Here's the thing. Oh, fuck!

When a boy throws a bag in the air with seemingly heavy motion, he breaks part of the bag. And the contents, which were no longer able to withstand the weight, poured like rain from the bag.

Continued