The story of justice as a Tucao servant

35. Counterattack, marching army!

"In this way, the Montgoret Fleet, which has 40 years of combat experience, was easily destroyed under the surprise attack of Vesto's Armada and Sea Race Special Forces, and the army and civilians stationed along the coast were also massacred. This incident This incident aroused public anger in Ferrance, so there was a later..."

Carefully writing on the blackboard with chalk, the young female teacher told the children in the audience about the history of a hundred years ago.

That was the era when magic was still brilliant, and chivalry was still prevalent in the world.

Looking at the children who were taking notes with satisfaction, suddenly, a cross representing anger appeared behind the young teacher's head.

"Then let Lance classmate tell us about the counterattack led by the rebellious brave—Feiwei Andinis."

No one stood up, and no one said yes.What made the already embarrassing atmosphere even more solidified was the sound of snoring.

The female teacher, who couldn't bear it any longer, picked up the chalk in her hand and threw it in one direction.

"Pa——" As the tip of the pen precisely hit the lying little head, a voice sounded.

"Who! Who dares to hit me!"

The sweet blue-haired boy who was sleeping at the bottom patted the table and stood up, completely ignoring the hints in the eyes of the blond boy beside him, and shouted loudly.

The audience was in chaos, because they were all children, bursts of uncontrollable laughter rang out from below.

"It's me! Now, ask Mr. Lance to get out! Don't think that you, as the child of Head Gilman, will have any privileges in Hero!" The teacher on the podium roared.

"Please, please wait a moment! Let me answer for Lance!" The boy with bright blond hair raised his hands high and said to the furious teacher.

"Okay! Then let Alan answer for Lance." The teacher said dryly.

After a salute, the blond boy began to tell the more detailed history than in the textbook, as if he was on the scene.

(This is what my adoptive father told me every day as a bedtime story!) The blond boy thought complacently.

"——..."

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"It's coming, buddy!"

The boy said to the golden blue giant sword that accompanied him through life and death.

The gigantic sword gleaming with cold light reflects the boy's figure—a bright red silk scarf around his neck, wearing a simple swordsman's short suit, and a golden blue bird blowing bubbles lying on his messy red short hair. little dragon.

Some narcissistic hehe smiled, the boy turned around, and said to the little dragon lying on top of his head:

"How about it, isn't it handsome enough!" He showed his brilliant white teeth.

"Yeah, so cute! Let's go then! My knight." A voice with obvious helplessness came from above his head.

"It's not cute, it's handsome!" the boy roared furiously.

Push open the door to let the morning light outside the house shine in, and the mottled pavement sprinkles in every corner, bringing full warmth.

The gentle and beautiful blond woman, as if waiting for the teenager to wake up, leaned against the door, holding a prepared bento in her hand.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mom. I just came back for a day and I'm leaving again..." The boy threw himself into the woman's arms, and said with some disappointment.

"It's nothing, as a Ferrance fighter, I'm really proud of you for being able to fight for this country—Fei Aiwei." Patting the red-haired boy in his arms—a fully mature boy, Whether it is strength or mind. (Uh, except height) The woman recalled.

(Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, Fei Aiwei has grown so big. He was still so young at the time, but his coquettish personality has not changed at all.) Thinking.

"Hehehe, hahaha..." Thinking of the past, both mother and son couldn't help laughing.

Stuffed the bento in his hand to the boy with red hair.

"Here, your favorite toast"

"Mom is the best!" The boy stood on tiptoe and gave his beloved mother another bear hug.

"You are the dragon that Mr. Hopniss mentioned, please take care of Fei Aiwei." Comforting the young man, the woman bowed deeply to the little dragon who had been pretending to be a doll above the young man's head.

"...No problem. Human, I promise."

"Then, goodbye." The red-haired boy said, waved his hand, and set off straight to the agreed place with his lunch box, without looking back.

"Mom is still saluting to you! You are clearly here to harm me! You still speak in that tone!"

"I've been taking care of you, okay! Little heartless!"

Along the way, you can still hear the sound of one person and one dragon bickering.

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In Parry today, there is no laughter and frolic.

Even the clown juggling on the side of the road has put on a deformed appearance.

The time for assembly is approaching, and there are already rows of neatly lined troops waiting for the horns to march on the square in front of the palace.

(Such a number of people is not normal.)

These soldiers are generally newly recruited soldiers without any experience.

Skilled veterans are the pillars of guarding the border, and they cannot be transferred unless it is absolutely necessary.

But this number, and age, obviously have a well-trained army.

What's even more strange is that neither the civilians who came to see them off nor the soldiers who were ready to go had the blood and fighting spirit that they should have had before the war.

(All I can feel is—anger, yes, a lot of anger.)

The atmosphere in Parry seemed to be frozen, so heavy that it was impossible to breathe.

"Did something happen?"

I asked the dragon overhead.

(Because this kind of atmosphere is really wrong, and Alan and Lance, who were supposed to arrive on time, did not show up.) Thinking about it, uneasy emotions spread in my heart.

"Ah, here we come." The dragon on the head said slowly.

The gray-haired old king walked slowly onto the stage with staggering steps.

"I think everyone should have understood it, cough cough cough...But please allow me to say it again-our coastal area, Bristol, was taken by Vesto in the early hours of this morning. It was occupied, and... slaughtered. And we can know this, even through the observation of Master Nieman's all magic power. Cough cough cough cough...... "

Silence, dead silence.

Maybe it was too sudden, and I didn't experience it personally, so I couldn't arouse the emotions of sadness and anger.

But the heart seemed to be ignited, burning.

Massacred, the peoples of the whole coast.

He clearly said that he wanted to save and protect them, but he could do nothing to help them.

The things I want to protect now are gone.

So what is the point of my participation in the war?

(Now I, am I angry?)

I'm still not sure.

At this time, the princess——Alian appeared in front of the stage, speaking on behalf of his father whose health was struggling.

"Soldiers of Ferrance, people of Ferrance! We will avenge! Use action! Then—let's go!"

"revenge!"

After the silence, such a roar full of anger broke out.

Almost all of Ferrance's army began to advance towards Bristol.

(Do you want to follow up now?) I am a little confused as I have not joined the formal organization.

"Fei Aiwei, come here!" Alan and Lance, who came late, greeted me.

The familiar magic vehicle came towards me, and Allen poked his head out from inside:

"Get in the car! Soldiers, let us go first and avenge the shame of the people of Bristol!"

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In this way, the glorious battle of fighting back for protection has become a meaningless battle of revenge for revenge.

Is this also justice?

(Am I really angry?)

(It must be, after all, I love my motherland so much.)

"Are you sure?" Xiaolong, who had been staying above his head, crawled up to my ear and whispered in a voice that only I could hear.

"!!!"

(I........)

"In this war, do you still have something to protect?"

.......

"No... Now, the purpose of my participation in this war is to protect this country itself! And to protect Alan and Lance! Yes, that's it."

I answered.

I can no longer be confused.

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(Do I really love this country, and why?  …. would  ….)

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Along the way, Alan and Lance were silent.

The boy's lively and lively voice broke the silence.

"Just avenge everyone who died, cheer up! This is not like Lance and Allen's style!"

The red-haired young hero extended his hand to his comrades.

"The battle is about to come—really, the battle on the battlefield. Stop being angry, go for revenge. Old rules, come on!"

"...That's right, hey, Lance, come on, avenge the people of Bristol! It's not your style to be blinded by hatred so easily." Allen wiped his face. Eyes, the first one put his hand on it.

The tall boy with blue hair paused, no longer hesitated, and put his hand on it.

"I'll make those bastards die in an ugly way! They did this to the people of Frans."

It was rare for Lance, who had always been a muscular dumbass, to be so angry.

The boy who vowed to protect Allen for the rest of his life also has the motherland he loves and wants to protect.

However, anyone would be angry when innocent people in their own country were massacred.

"Huh, take me too. As a knight, I failed to protect my people. But as the crown prince and general, I will avenge them!"

Unexpectedly, a girl in silver armor joined in and took the fourth hand.

"Victory!" "Revenge!"

Two different oaths sounded at the same time.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Inside the car, hatred and anger were temporarily replaced by laughter.

But at this moment, what is reflected in the boy's red pupils?

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This is a small town near the sea.

The shadow of war has not covered this place for the time being.

Even a small town with underdeveloped communications does not know that the bell of war has already sounded.

What Vesto's army occupied was mainly the large towns along the coast and its vicinity.

Rather than being spared, it is better to say that it was ignored because it was too inconspicuous.

People are already living peaceful and serene calm lives.

But today is different.

People in their sleep had their throats slit by sharp knives.

The hard-working people were frozen into ice cubes, and their movements and expressions still stayed in the second before they were smiling.

"It's so boring, so boring! I really don't have any fighting ability at all~"

There are not even guards equipped, only a few low-level mercenaries, who have fallen in a pool of blood.

The blond sea monster girl, eating the ice cream she snatched from nowhere, led her special forces composed of sea people to carry out an unknown massacre.

"It's not fun at all! I knew I would have dug a sand pit with Besimo there, hey hey hey! So weak, so weak!"

Kicked an ice sculpture to pieces, and at the same time it was torn apart, blood was sprayed everywhere.

"It's so dirty! Hey, that one over there, come and clean it up for me!" Commanded a Naga assassin.

"It's boring, it's boring, it's boring! Come on, someone interesting!"

At this time, as if reflecting the siren girl's wish, a voice that did not belong to her army came from afar.That is, the familiar boy's voice.

"Is it here? It doesn't feel like a strategic location."

"This is Master Nieman's prophecy, it will never be wrong! There will be a massacre here." The princess said affirmatively.

"If it's so powerful, why don't you predict the beast tide..."

The voice of the conversation, approaching.

"Ah, I shouldn't be disappointed this time, so—kill them!" the girl ordered.

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The red-haired boy walking on the road seemed to have noticed it a long time ago, and threw a cloud of dark flames forward, and encountered the ice arrow that suddenly hit.

"Boom——" With the sound of magic collision, the boy quickly swung his giant sword, and slashed at Alan's side who was still in a daze, as if he had an intuition.

A line of blood burst open, and the Naga assassin who was just about to make a surprise attack had been divided into two.

"It's so dangerous, thank you! It seems that the prophecy is right... Then—taste the anger of our Ferrance!" Alan's blue eyes burst into flames, and Allen said, Pulled out his knight sword wrapped with silver elements.He rushed towards the attacking Sea Clan soldiers.

The thread formed by the convergence of silver elements interferes with the flow of time, and the back attack that was supposed to be a quick battle turned into a slow-motion comic.

Just when the Naga soldiers trapped by the silver thread were about to be swept away.

There was no sound of singing, and the rain composed of ice crystals suddenly fell, with the momentum, as if it wanted to pierce the teenagers.

"Alan!" Looking at Alan who was deeply trapped in it, Lance rushed forward.

A huge shield also made of ice emerged from the blue-haired boy's sword and lifted it towards the sky, blocking the seemingly indestructible ice rain.

"There must be a limit to underestimating people!" Lance roared.

Blue magic lines emerged from the shield, and then, the entire town was surrounded by crystal clear ice, and the feet of those sea clansmen who escaped before were also frozen by the ice floes.

"It's you who slaughtered the people along the coast...it's time to return." Saying this, Lance swung his sword towards the nearest Naga assassin.

"Crack." As if in perfect response to the girl's previous actions, the Naga assassin scattered into pieces of bloody ice.

This piece of land seems to have become Lance's territory.

"This... what is this, do you think I will be afraid!" Casting a spell in the distance, the girl who saw this scene said to herself in a panic.Shake off the ice slag that wraps around your legs.

Almost half of the army that was still invincible just now was so easily killed by only three people.

Among them, she saw the familiar boy with blood-colored eyes, which she would never forget in her life.

With a dexterous figure, every step is accompanied by splashes of blood.

As if this is the real killing machine.

The young man's huge sword was burning with ominous dark flames, and wherever he passed, not even the corpses of the enemies would be left, and all of them would be devoured by the greedy flames.

"It has been confirmed...... There are no survivors in this town." The princess, who had disappeared since the start of the war, stood up from behind where Leviathan was.Pointing at the girl with a sword.

"Then, please pay for your actions!" The raised knight sword burst into dazzling golden light, enveloping his whole body.

"Heh, are you dreaming?" The girl began to blur, dodging the attack of the princess who suddenly appeared in front of her in the next second.

"You are all nothing but rubbish! Die, die! Why are you standing still? Give it to me!" The girl ordered frantically, and sang a song that seemed to be invincible.

"Yeah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah—"

Whether it was Lance's magic, Allen's support, or Allen's sword, they were all forced to stop, covering their ears in an attempt to resist the enchanting song that belonged to the siren.

When the previously declining Sea Clan assassins were about to take advantage of this to launch a counterattack, the young man's lively and vigorous voice sounded.

"Thinking about it, aren't you the siren with a drake voice in the friendly match in Averrods last time? Why, why do you like singing so much?"

"!!!"

The dark flame seemed to be endless, and after enveloping the boy's companions, it attacked the remaining sea clansmen.

A golden blue miniature dragon exudes inexplicable pressure, frightening the assassins who are ready to move.

The boy who turned into a flame immediately appeared next to the girl, and whispered to her in a mischievous voice:

"Then let me, please go to hell and continue singing!"

The huge sword, engulfed in the flames that corrode everything, fell heavily.

"boom--"

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When all the dust settles, all that remains is the slaughtered Silent Town and the bodies of the Haizu who were also killed.

The miniature dragon sighed heavily in his heart.

【"Hey——Hopnis's ghost justice theory is too ridiculous, I should do it."】

You will love it.

my knight.

The heart of the sleeping boy kept flashing golden blue light.

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There was no sound in the whole classroom.

All were moved by the boy's immersive narration and listened fascinated.

"I'm done, thank you all."

Saying this, the blond boy bowed forward.

"Dingling, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing—" the crisp and melodious get out of class bell rang at the right time.

"Papa, papa, papa." The child has always been generous with his applause, and even the substitute teacher couldn't help clapping his hands.

"It's very exciting, student Alan...I will recommend your wonderful performance today to the principal. So now, get out of class!" The teacher actually returned the salute to the boy and bent over.

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At dusk, the dusty sky rarely cleared up and was dyed golden red.

The boy in a black windbreaker got out of the car and waited for his partner to appear at the door.

"That's Gilman's head of state, isn't he so young!"

"Alan and Lance's adoptive father is only fifteen or sixteen years old!"

"very young!!!"

"Just a young man, he is already the head of a country!"

Such discussions sounded around.

"Bermanit!"

The blue-haired boy was the first to throw himself into the boy's arms, and Allen approached with a smile on his side.

"Today, that fellow Allen is making a big splash with the story you told!" Rolling in the boy's arms, the boy said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, Lance, let's talk in the car."

The boy with blood-colored pupils looked at his former partners and current adopted children and said with a smile.

Just like that.

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