NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8: The Outset of War, “The Defense Battle of the Alvatros Territory”!
【Morning, in the bedroom of the Lord’s Mansion】
“Muguuu～～～～～～～～～～！♡♡♡”
“…It’s about time you started talking, Niina.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh！！！！！！？！？！？！？！？！？！？！♡♡♡”
“Shut up already.”
Yes, it’s Alvatros-kun here.
Even today, as always, I’m being devoured by the disgustingly dirty Nina-chan.
I hate this morning routine…!
“Well, I finished preparing my equipment yesterday. Today plans to develop some special products…”
Just then, a loud clang-clang-clang sound resonated from one of the bells mounted on the barriers in all directions.
“Hmm. Three bells from the east mean a large group is attacking from there (Oh no, no, no!).”
I hurriedly stood up. Then,
“Ngyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii?!♡”
“Ah (ah)”
I remembered that Nina-chan was still stuck.
She’s about 150 cm tall, over 30 cm shorter than me, so her feet were dangling completely.
“Waah, my entire weight is on you; it’s so heavyyyyyy!?!?!?!♡♡♡”
I thought to myself, “Sorry about that.”
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[On the defensive walls at the edge of the territory]
“How’s the situation?”
“Yes, sir! Alvatros Captain, the star of Black Wing Mountain shining in the sky!”
“Skip the formalities.”
I spoke to Lucas, the lookout soldier. He’s one of the personnel we’ve stationed here in shifts since the completion of the defensive wall.
“From 0500, a large group resembling enemy soldiers was spotted deploying from the Urus Kingdom. Their number is ten thousand. The forest currently obscures them, but given the distance and time elapsed, we should see them in a few minutes.”
“Well done.”
I’m glad we made the walls high. They’re about twenty meters, taller than a typical school building from my previous life, so with personnel with good eyesight constantly watching the enemy territory, we can measure the enemy’s strength from the moment they deploy.
“You are very capable. Lucas, please stay by my side from now on.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh！！！！！！？！？！？！？！？！？！？！♡♡♡”
He suddenly screamed when I casually put my hand on his shoulder and praised him. Wow, scary.
“Calm down”
“Ha”
Wow, don’t just calm down suddenly!
“Well then――you all heard, didn’t you? The time for battle has already come.”
“Ha!”
I looked back from the rampart’s top and gazed at the ground.
There, already, 3,000 of our citizens were standing by in full gear.
“The number of kingdom soldiers is ten thousand. More than three times our number.”
“…”
More than half of the citizens looked nervous.
They’re completely amateurs, just poor people.
“The frontier count on their side is Zukakipp, wasn’t it? He seems to be no amateur.”
They have completely avoided giving us any chance with a sudden and strong attack, and they’ve also cleared the theory that it takes more than three times the forces to capture a fort.
These beastmen, they’re quick. It’s no wonder their leg strength is superior to ordinary humans.
“But however”
I wasn’t very scared.
…This girl caused an unbelievable war crime.
At that time, to form alliances against the Weiss Empire, various countries were sending hostages to each other following the Sofia Treaty. However, Rahmu incredibly tortured a young Elven prince under the guise of negotiation.
In her overzealousness, she… crushed… his… groin… area. It was the worst.
(…That chilled me to the bone, but thanks to the Empire thoroughly crushing us and the Elven parent country, we somehow managed to get by. We were completely out of resources…)
The defeat in battle turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Normally, it would have led to war with the Elven parent country, but we were both too exhausted, so it was left ambiguous.
Zukakipp, who had caused a war crime within his ranks, was able to become a Frontier Count only because many talented individuals had died in battle.
“Weak blood should be eradicated from this world! Wipe it out! Only the strong blood of us beastmen should exist!”
“…Yes, that’s right (fool)…”
The incident with the Elven parent country hasn’t just disappeared.
The ember still smolders, and if Zukakipp manages to defeat the hero Alvatros and enter into royalty, it will undoubtedly be used as a weapon against him.
Ah, therefore.
“…Rahmu. The first spear will be entrusted to you. Fulfill your duty as my daughter to the fullest.”
“Ohhh!? It’s an honor, Father!”
―I’ve decided to let this girl die.
(This will save face. The Elven parent country and Alvatros, who hold a deep grudge… If the assassin becomes the foundation for defeating him, they won’t be able to complain too strongly.)
Therefore, Zukakipp abandons his daughter with the thought of letting her wreak havoc and die.
“Now, it’s finally the time of legend. We’ll swiftly conquer Alvatros’s territory when we break through the forest!”
“Woooooahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Their force and murderous intent are sufficient.
Using the dynamic vision of beastmen that can even dodge arrows, let’s invade the ramparts.
“Then let’s go, all of youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Thus, they charged towards glory, dreaming of triumph,
“Huh?”
Only to be showered in a hailstorm of “crossbows,” far faster and more powerful than any bow.