Sacred Chevalier

It was only when the kites set out Meath that they received a report from Werner, whom they attached as Kite's deputy general, at the disposal of Bergarard Faranks, the Northern Township Guard. The contents of the letter are about the first battle. At first reading it, Faranx stroked his chin beard and let the tabernacles turn and read it.

"This is... how dare you. Well, that's what I was thinking of using. They were all recruits, but according to this letter, they apparently made it through the first line."

"Werner only reports facts. It would be true that there were no dead. Nevertheless, the defensive formation with Lord Roglia's soldiers in support? Even though the numbers are small, it's not an easy thing to do. Lord Kite seems blessed with his genius."

"Three saints popped up, starting with Miss Elsa. The enemy would have gotten away with eating bubbles. In fact, if I were in the enemy's shoes, I'd run first."

Among the gathered chiefs was a man who remained silent. He is the legendary hero Walter Wackenheim. Heroes (Chevaliers) are treated as generals, but rarely actually lead soldiers. Walter himself, in his long heroic life, had never actually been a general and challenged the match. That's why Faranx wanted to hear Walter's thoughts.

"A hero (Chevalier) cannot be an army general. It's not that it doesn't, it doesn't (...). Didn't Kate understand that in this match, too?

To Walter's words, Faranx nodded as well.

"You have to be prepared to make sacrifices for what you are, Admiral, sometimes. Sacrifice if you have to, even if you are a loving saint of your own (paladin). That is the general. Heroes and Holy Knights, on the other hand, are the turn and the undivided. There's a contradiction there."

The Imperial Crown Prince Austro Tormakia is a hero (Chevalier) and general of the army. But only in fact did he put his Holy Knight (Paladin) on the battlefield at the Battle of the Beech Plains. Until then, he commanded soldiers as generals. Sooner or later, if you become emperor, you won't even be in battle. That's why, until then, I was able to act as a general.

"But as far as I'm concerned, I'd expect him to be a hero and a general. If you're an unprecedented hero with more than one Holy Knight (Paladin), I think that's possible. I've lived on the battlefield for thirty years, and there's one truth I've figured out. No matter how many soldiers you gather, no matter how much you plot, you end up with" Luck. "

Faranx laughed low as he stroked his beard.

Neutralists and Fairchilds divide into North and South on each side and begin to surround the forest. Neutralist 2500 was going north and Fairchild 3000 was going south.

"The enemy should already be thinking about retreating. After a victory over the LeBlanc Marquis Army in this forest, you will retreat north or south, or east, to Ursus Taipei. So we divide into the north and south to surround the forest and place scouts on the east side. The 3000 in the south should remain at the bottom of the pan. This will allow the enemy to escape only to the north and east. If you fall east, the Northern army will hunt you down and defeat the exhausted bandits."

There were various possibilities floating behind Kate's brain as she moved north.

(If you're trying to escape east or north as it is, it's until we discuss it, but there's also a way to split up some soldiers, make them look like they're trying to escape east, and then escape north where we moved. But it's all possible. I can only hope for "luck"......)

Standing by on the north side, the parallax and the soldiers fled. It is the Marquis Army of LeBlanc. uniformly exhausted, walking with a spear as a cane. Werner checked the situation.

"They say numerous traps have been set in the woods and bandits have attacked them from above the trees. It also means that the main force was raided and the Marquis of Leblanc was seized."

Werner had the look on his face that he couldn't believe, but Kate just nodded silently. The picture drawn by Sasha overlapped with that of the soldiers fleeing the woods.

(Now our loss is gone. Bad for the Marquis, but let it feed me)

It was the Marquis himself, no other, who pushed the opposite into the woods. If this makes the crusade a success, the first feat will be the Marquis of Roglia. Fairchilds could also be shown a lot of power. As for kite, it is generally a satisfactory result.

"Kite, it's not over yet, is it? Don't look bad."

"Not at all. What were you thinking?

"I'm sure it's a disgusting thing. Ma, well, if you win safely, I can give you a shi."

"Don't take raccoons... don't be alarmed until you sign a contract"

Embarrassed by the Saints, Kate rubbed her own cheek. Return consciousness to the battlefield again. Detailed instructions and confirmations will be given with a sharp gaze towards the forest.

"Lord Roglaia, keep Sir Duma's escort reinforced. There's no chance of enemies coming in."

"Three hours have already passed. It's time to make some moves."

Then I heard the whistle. from scouts.

"East! I'll chase you right away!

At the behest of Kate, neutral 2500 began to move.

"Lord Sinan, are you all right? That 300's not much faster, is it?

"It's good. So I missed it first. We'll wait here a little longer."

Ilham Sinan was fighting a sense of impatience with his hands on his mouth. The most difficult thing on the battlefield is to "escape". I had already guessed that this forest was surrounded. So first, I'm going to give you 300 "" s to the east.

(That 300 won't get away with it. But if we attract the northern army, which I hear is elite, we can escape unharmed. This is my last bet. The other person is guessing that, too. Which way does that war maiden flag move...)

The scouts I've been waiting for, now or now, are back.

"Has the flag moved!

"It moved. Moving east! But it only moved 1000, and 1500 stands by."

"Again, did you split into two hands!

Joy brings up, holding hands unexpectedly. If he was just an aristocratic army opponent, he decided that a central breakthrough was possible. Continue to fight your opponent nearly six times more enemies and escape after looting enough supplies. Even if you lose a soldier, you can say victory.

"Good. We're going north. Don't make a sound, okay?

The 1,000-year-old bandits led by Cenan quietly began to move north.

"Lord Werner, is it really good? I do think we in the North would be better off chasing bandits who fled east..."

Speaking from soldiers walking sideways, Werner shook his head with a glance.

"Don't question it. It's Lord Kite's decision. We need to focus on slaughtering the enemy in front of us."

With that said, Werner was also anxious inside. It is a common tactic to escape one's destiny by using one's own. Sometimes, however, it appears to be fate. Wherever you read it, you end up with a choice.

"Depends on your luck..."

Werner shrugged as he looked at the backs of the saints running ahead (Paladin).

"The enemy is only 1500, and the weak soldiers spoiled by the nobles. We break through the center and retreat straight to the Ursus platform. This is the last fight! Get in the mood."

"" "Ooh!

The 1,000-year-old bandits, led by Sinan, who flew out to the north of the woods, laid a stunning triangular formation and began their assault. It is a "formation of fish scales" with mobility and breakthroughs. Hit the center of the 1500 where the lateral formation was laid.

"It is difficult to destroy the siege at 1500. We can't stop this formation!

But the next moment, Sinan's smile froze. As if it were a fountain, the blood was blown up. That's multiple, too. Sinan realized in an instant who caused it.

"If you're in the center, you'll be the first to bump into your enemies... it was exactly what Kate expected"

A beauty with blue hair was laughing on the horse. Behind that, a man with burnt brown hair is giving instructions.

"The enemy is willing to make a central breakthrough. Thicken the center while lowering Sir Roglaia and Sir Duma. Each soldier protects each other's backs and surely takes over their enemies! Always remember to fight multi-on-one! Sophia serves as a stone to stop the river from flowing. Please!"

"" Hoo!

The soldiers respond with a voice to the instructions of a man with a silver-haired girl on his back. Ilham Sinan understood. He was a chevalier. In a series of battles, only one hero was in charge of the 2500, his general and his staff, who had always haunted him. This man was the one who had to kill the most.

"Kuh...... All armies, push even forward! No need for extra small work when you get here. Focus on breaking through!

At Sinan's behest, the bandits moved out again. There's no formation, nothing, just come forward. Sophia was taking the torrent and slashing it all over. A spear protrudes from left to right. Dancing through the universe in an instant, cutting staggered spears. When we rode the horse again, the two necks had disappeared. Defeat the horse as he runs.

"Ohhhhh!"

Cut off the torso of the bandits one after the other as they roar. When the cleavage is dull, he fights while taking his sword away from the bandit. He who is crushed in the face with one kick and desperate while standing. Around Sophia were filled with death, such as those who were sworn down to slap and crushed their skulls. A formidable man has waved his spear. Grabbing the pattern with one hand without interacting, he lifts the man lightly with each spear. The bandits shook up at the overwhelming speed, strength, and sword moves.

"Fucking monster... don't worry about the war maiden! Focus on building the Army and escaping anyway!

At Sinan's behest, the bandits began to flee to us. The breakthrough force that was focused on one point will be scattered and each battle will be fought. But among them, a few clumps were formed, and they began to break backwards. It was between bandits trained in a series after a series of wars and aristocratic soldiers, the de facto first formation, that gradually began to make a difference.

"Is it still better over there in practice... hmm?

In a state of confusion, a horse hangs. Sophia, who slaughtered and killed more than a hundred people and dyed her whole body with blood, followed her, but was stopped by bandits around her. A man with light brown hair, white skin and red eyes approaches his hand with a sword.

"Ha!

Kate played the sword down with her sword. For a moment, the gaze staggers. Let the horse run as-is, and the man ran away. Sophia rushes over to the horse.

"Kite, are you okay?

"Oh, I'm fine. This battle is over. Did I miss half of it..."

Kate shrugged as she stared at her leaving back.

"Is that Ilham Sinan..."

Approximately 500 successful central breakthroughs. Escape even north while the enemy is battling a sweep. Those who are injured and unable to move have no choice but to abandon them.

"Damn! The last battle is pain sharing, no losing..."

If you look back at the entire battle in Parkshire, you will never lose. Fight six times as many enemies in the 2000 Bandits and retreat after looting enough supplies. The remaining force is roughly 40% (including 300 separate squadrons led by Guran), but they even took it to the neck of the grand aristocrat. You could have said you'd win.

But for Sinan, this result was unsatisfactory. This is because the loss rate is higher than originally assumed. Nearly 70% should have stayed. By the mere presence of one, my calculations were largely overshadowed.

"That hero... you just said kite. You're not gonna lose next time."

Sinan was feeling a definite exhilaration at the rush of knowledge on the battlefield, at the presence of men who crossed each other in reciprocal readings of measures.

After the sweep, the kites began to prepare the camp a little further away from the spot. Collect and burn the bodies of bandits. The remains of the soldiers killed in the war are carried in their cargo. These instructions are the role of each aristocrat.

"I'm sorry. Sir Roglaia, Sir Duma. We've lost more than a hundred of our precious soldiers."

To apologizing kite, they laughed bitterly. The remaining force strength is 1387, including severe injuries. But he succeeded in taking over 500 enemies and driving them away from Parkshire. It's good to say victory.

"Our neutrals have been the most active in this battle. Something like that."

"Um. We took 60% of our enemies 2000, but we make up most of them in the Northern Army and the Neutralists. I'm sorry to hear about Sir LeBlanc... but what happened to the bandits who fled east?

"Reports are coming from Werner early in the horse. All 300 people said they had been picked up. There has been little damage to the Northern Army. We'll be back in the morning after we've processed the body on the spot."

"Sir Lacroix and Sir Luconto, too, will soon rendezvous. This battle is over. Thank you, Kite. Leave the rest to us and rest now."

Kate thanked him and left the curtain hall. Baron Adrian Duma, sighed.

"I can't believe you're seventeen years old."

"In the soil of natural talent, Lilia Shrisp planted the seeds, and the fertilizer of meeting and parting was sprinkled and sprouted. It is still about sapling, but it will soon grow into a great tree. I think it's my job to protect and nurture that much."

As we talked, the armies of the Fairchild Count Lacroix, Baron Luconto, have joined us. Neither family fought directly, but their mere presence was putting pressure on the enemy. It won't be a first feat, but it should be evaluated. Four principals then gathered to talk about post-war processing.

The kites returned to the prefectural capital, Meath, where they took the inn. The refugees are gradually beginning to return to their original villages. The same is true of the replenishment of the provincial soldiers, but a decision is to be made to deploy to Ursu Taipei in the near future. The aristocratic family, but also the head of the Marquis, was debated, by involving the face of the kingdom. The great nobles, who were the lords of the Javalists, would attack the Ursus plateau with all their might. Total troop strength reaches tens of thousands and all bandits are killed.

(To the head of the Gulang, Ilham Sinan... spare men, but I can't help it)

Kate, who was lying on the sleeping table thinking, concentrated her consciousness on her lower body. A silver-haired girl crosses her ass this way, tangling her tongue in a hot, stiff roll. He licks the tip tip run with tyrosis and carefully crawls his tongue from cali to fundamentals. When she gently rubs her sac with her adorable little left hand, she moans without thinking about its comfort.

"Huh... Huh... Hin"

Sasha snorted adorably as she stroked her childish thin thighs and rubbed her pigmentless pigments with a punni. Sasha's gardens, which are still being developed and exhausted as young as they are, just make honey overflow. Take the nectar with your fingers, apply it into a small daisy hole and sink your fingers. I shake my ass happily and suck it up harder. I could leave it like this, but I wanted to enjoy some more blue fruit.

"Sasha......"

"Hmm... is that enough?

Reposition and put to sleep. If you let your legs open gooey, a truly shameful hill appears that hasn't even grown hair. Take a close look at the beautiful, childish longitudinal muscles and the thin red garden. Tip at the entrance and slowly lower back.

"Hmmm......"

Girl looks painful. I think I'm going to hear the bees and flesh tearing.

"Damn...... as usual, it's tight"

Eventually it reaches the bottom with a trick. The meat tightens the giddy roll and is even difficult to move. The look of Sasha, who looked painful, was like a young beautiful girl who was being forced to commit a crime. Kate knocked down the squirrel. Grasp the little cunt tightly and overlap the lips. Sasha also turned her arms around her neck as she looked painful. Stay connected and wait without moving. The meat that was tight gradually dissolves and turns into its own shape. This feeling was Kate's preference. I feel wrong, like turning an innocent girl into my own taste.

We're moving.

"Mmm..."

Move your hips a little bit and start chewing the blue fruit. The nectar gradually blows up and eventually turns into a hot crucible. The lower back movement also gradually becomes bolder.

"Kaito...... Kaito"

Sasha's voice glows. Don't hesitate, devour young ladies. I indulge in my childish, shiny young skin and wear it expensive as I hear a screaming whisper.

"Let's get it out."

"Hin-hoo!"

Poke in the deepest part and unleash your desires. To the openness of releasing the hot lava without hesitation, Kite leaked a sigh of satisfaction. A little twitch in my arm trembles freakedly. Sasha was intoxicated by the joy of being burned by the scorching heat as she drowned.

Cloud-coated with everything on her face, cum and lower body, Sasha was lying on the sleeping table in a relieved manner, offending a hole called a hole and eating up its young cum, Kite sat on the sleeping table with a satisfied look. I get the picture Sasha painted before when I stopped by Meath.

"You've got a pretty good idea of who Chiriko is. It's a great achievement in this battle..."

The painting depicted the death of Marquis William Roglaia. From the moment he saw the painting, Kate has been ready to change its future. And as a result, Sasha's future predictions came off.

(Perhaps "Thousand Eyes" is the power to see one of the "few possibilities" of the future. Future diagrams viewed are not necessarily absolute. well prepared for it, plus luck on your side can pave the way for another future)

Stand up and take a picture out of your leather bag. It is a painting previously painted by Sasha in the South. Look at your first saint smiling.

"Is it possible that you were laughing like this? I missed it. So never again, I won't lose it. Whatever vile means you use..."

Instead of Marquis William Roglaia, Marquis Jean Leblanc died. On the surface, it appears to be the responsibility of the Marquis Leblanc himself. But Kate predicted the possibility, and kept it quiet. Sacrifice others in red, if enough to make your own holy knight cry. That was Kate's conclusion.

Regardless, there was some guilt in kite. I also wonder if you didn't pioneer another future. But the result has already been decided. I can't change that anymore.

"Goodbye, My Lord Marquis..."

Burned the painting of death into fire, as if to extinguish the guilt hidden within.