Episode 137 Iberica – Defense Battle of Dilus (3)
The walls of the fortress that were believed to firmly protect the allies were breached in an instant.
“Fuck you, fuck you!”
After breaking through it in a terrible way that no one could have even imagined – faster than the number of cases the headquarters could have imagined – all that was left was the soldiers’ panic.
“Aaaahhh!”
The unfortunate soldier let out a miserable scream and bled out as the drone’s hand pierced his chest like a blade.
“What! “They said it would only cause fainting!”
It was a moment when fear and confusion encroached on the soldiers.
“Heeik, save me, save me!”
As drones specializing in close combat jumped onto the narrow castle walls and started running wild, the soldiers on the walls began to be swept away in an instant.
* * *
“Huh, huh, huh huh-”
Damien de Mirbeau was running.
This is crazy. How can we stop something like that?
If we tell them to stop something that can be prevented, wouldn’t they at least try to stop it?
He doesn’t have monstrous martial arts like Gaston.
There is nothing like the Marquis de Lafayette’s obsession that borders on madness, where he jumps even if his entire body is on fire.
He doesn’t look like that person, he’s not as smart as the Count of Aquitaine nor as experienced as Archduke Leopold.
I just got lucky and somehow managed to win so far.
This battlefield is completely off-standard. He never learned how to win in such a situation.
So, running away like this.
Because I was dragged into a battlefield I didn’t want to be in, sitting in a position I didn’t want to begin with–no, why bother messing with the Marquis de Lafayette instead of just robbing an easy territory like everyone else? I lived my life so proudly just because I was favored by His Excellency the Count that I lost my senses…
“It’s not my fault.”
-It seems we misunderstood the little master, to be so cruelly defeated by the ‘Shame of Nobility’ and only pay the ransom.
“I’m not here because I want to.”
-You ran away alone like a coward from the battlefield where your father and brother died, right? Still, Mirbeau’s prestige as a count is quite high….
“There’s no need to die together.”
-Still, he is a count from a knightly family, but he suffered such a crushing defeat from a woman from a noble family. Oh, if it were me, I would have committed suicide to at least protect my honor.
Damien stopped while running, tears streaming down his face.
-Tsk tsk, the Mirbo family is over now.
In the end, he didn’t get anything he wanted.
I wanted to live somehow, so I gave up everything, honor and title, and begged the Marquis de Lafayette for my life. Only by putting down everything I had dreamed of was I able to gain something.
He had a habit of insisting to the Marquis de Lafayette that he had been dragged here by the Count of Aquitaine and that it was all of his own will.
-It’s scarier to end up leaving nothing behind. So, I want to make my dreams come true and gain fame.
Fail, fail, fail.
Wasn’t it because he wanted to do something at least that he humbled himself to the Marquis de Lafayette, received a recommendation from the Count of Aquitaine, and became commander?
If I run away from here like this.
An incompetent bastard who acted as he pleases and ruined the territory of the lord’s deputy, a cowardly soldier who abandoned his father and brother and ran away, and a fool who was brutally defeated by a woman he had never dealt with before.
What’s next?
-Your Excellency, if you give up your reputation as the commander of the revolutionary army, what will remain?
The voice of an arrogant subordinate hit me in the head.
“Fuck you.”
Damien turned his back and started running again.
-Did you see it? saw? I am not weak! Lafayette That guy was strange! Look, children! I am strong!
The screams and noises that had seemed far away suddenly became closer.
-Oh wow!
run and run
-Long live His Excellency Count Mimirbeau!
I drew my sword.
“Xbaaaaal!”
Damien ran up the stairs while swearing and suddenly swung his sword, blowing off the head of the drone that was trying to stab his subordinate who had fallen on the floor.
“Huh huh huh, Your Excellency the Count? “Run-”
Damien stretched out his hand to help Giselle Davy, who had tried to speak without realizing it, but had covered her mouth with both hands, and when he saw the castle walls in chaos, he gathered all his magic power and shouted.
“Wake up, you bastards! You have a plan for what to do if the wall is breached! Why are you fighting here like an idiot! Retreat quickly! Nicola yes general! “Are you alive?”
“Hwaaaap! “I’m alive, Commander!”
Damien shouted with more enthusiasm than ever as he saw Nicolas Né appear, chopping off the drone’s head with a bayonet.
“Assemble the grenadiers! Let’s cover the soldiers’ retreat with me!”
* * *
A series of explosions and gunfire can be heard far away, but clearly, from the direction of Dilus.
“Your Excellency the Marquis, are you there yet?”
I shook my head in response to Shandra’s question.
“…Not yet.”
Shandra looked very frustrated, but stepped back for now.
Meanwhile, loud noises were heard from far away again.
“Your Excellency the Marquis. For the most part, I have followed His Excellency the Marquis’ orders so far, but you know something is a little strange right now, right?”
I didn’t respond to Jerome Morel’s words, but glanced at Gaston standing next to me.
He is waiting for me silently, but sweat is also running down his forehead.
…is this really true?
Is it okay to trust that succubus and wait with the residents of Dilus, Crocs’ army, and even the revolutionary army’s subordinates at stake?
There is also a way to find it yourself by unpacking Chasseur.
However, if we do that, the location where we left the cavalry will inevitably be discovered. If you don’t find it in time, Paimon may notice and avoid you.
In the worst case, even if they returned to Dilus and abandoned the city, they could block their pursuit and even support the retreat of the residents and Crocs.
But in the end, sacrifices will be made even at the moment when I put off making a choice.
Perhaps, rather than trusting and waiting for the devil, giving up everything and running to Dilus now might be the way to reduce the damage even a little.
No, a little more. little bit more.
As my blood dried, a familiar figure caught my eye.
A butterfly with wings with a unique pattern of gold and black.
Soon, along with a familiar and foreign sensation, all the people and cavalry waiting near me disappeared.
I almost let out a sigh of relief without realizing it, so I tried to suppress it.
“…late.”
The Gremory that appeared in front of me spun around, flapping its wings, and then smiled.
“I can’t help but take time to find it.”
Then he turned around again and pointed in the distant direction with his hand.
“The distance north-northwest from here is approximately 1,400 yards. “There are about 3,000 drones guarding the hill overlooking Dilus.”
My brows naturally furrowed.
“…is that a lot?”
Gremory answered with a slight smile.
“Paimon is very cautious.”
“…good. “If the information is accurate, we will keep the deal.”
After hearing my answer, Gremory smiled brightly and winked while pretending to blow a kiss with her hand.
“I’m glad you said that. Then, I will serve the Marquis who waited patiently even though I was late~”
At the same time, Gremory’s hand began to shine and a soft and warm light seeped into me.
A blessing just like that of Eris.
A golden devil dressed in a nun’s uniform spoke with her hands together as if praying in an extremely pious manner.
“May God bless the Marquis.”
I answered, feeling the vitality coursing through my body.
“This is the most absurd prayer I’ve ever received in my life.”
Gremory chuckled and slowly faded away, and I felt the strange sensation of the air changing again.
“Your Excellency the Marquis? “You suddenly disappeared and reappeared-”
“I’ll explain later, Gaston. Ready to move troops! The distance north-northwest is approximately-”
I was about to give an order rather than explain in detail to Gaston, who was a little confused, but stopped.
Oh shit.
How much is 1400 yards in metric units?
I don’t know because this stupid succubus told me to the yard.
How do I know about such a dirty unit that only demons can use?
* * *
Fortunately, it didn’t matter if I didn’t know the exact distance.
As I ran in that direction, the drones came out to meet me.
“Morel!”
“Haha yep! “Please leave it to me!”
Morel, who heard my shout, playfully pretended to salute and took the lead with the Chasseurs.
The distance between the drones and Chasseurs, who were running at full speed, quickly became closer –
“Hot!”
At a narrow distance, Jérôme Morel and Chasseurs moved the reins to change the direction of the horses, splitting left and right, and the drones followed suit.
In an instant, the formation of drones charging along with the Chasseurs split in half – and the cuirassier cavalry led by me began galloping through the empty center.
I turned my head and looked at Morel and Chasseur, who were avoiding the drones by keeping a very close distance as if they were performing acrobatics.
The information provided by Gremory is very accurate.
As long as you keep your distance well, drones will only attack the closest enemy first.
Even if it is a terrifying weapon that can feel neither fear nor pain, that is the limit of an unintelligent puppet.
I looked at the drones still bustling around in front of me.
And in the middle of it all, there was even a blood-red haired devil sitting with his legs crossed in an elegant form, having brought a chair.
“Paimon…”
At that moment, a purple light flashed from the horn on the blood-red devil’s head, and the drones surrounding Paimon began running toward him all at once.
Surely the author is the commander of the drones!
“Gaston Shandra! “I leave it to you!”
“As instructed by His Excellency the Marquis!”
“Please leave it to me!”
Gaston and Shandra led the cuirassiers again, splitting and crushing the drones, and I kicked my horse’s butt again and jumped into the thinned out center line.
I immediately cut off the arm of the drone reaching towards me and then decapitated it.
The mithril sword in my hand felt as light as a feather.
I don’t want to admit it, but Gremory is definitely helpful. As I was running around frantically, cutting off the heads of all the drones in sight, I heard an unpleasantly beautiful voice.
“this. You really surprise me many times, Marquis de Lafayette. “If you had told me in advance that you would be visiting me personally, I would have prepared a more proper reception with more care.”
Paimon has a very lazy look on her face, wearing a white robe over a purple dress, and is sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, almost lying down, chatting leisurely.
“Ha, you are very relaxed.”
I cut down the drone charging in front of me with the sword in my right hand, and immediately pulled out the dagger from my waist with my left hand and threw it away.
Paimon didn’t react at all even though he saw the dagger I threw at him. It just yawns in that same posture.
I threw it with some magical energy, but the dagger I flew was lightly blocked by Paimon’s magical barrier and was shattered into pieces.
slowly.
Paimon stood up very slowly, deliberately pausing, lifted the hem of her dress and bowed her head as if she were a human lady.
“then. “Let Paimon, CEO of Sloth, a subsidiary of the Abyss Corporation, welcome Marquis Pierre de Lafayette, Commander-in-Chief of the French Revolutionary Army.”
But the moment Paimon lifted his head, all the laziness that had surrounded him up until that moment disappeared.
Paimon shouted, spreading his arms out with a maniacal look on his face, as if he were in a trance.
“I have waited so long for this moment, Marquis de Lafayette! “It’s been a long journey, but I’m truly glad that you’ve accepted CEO Bonn’s invitation!”
“All the devils-”
I immediately drove the horse, poured all my magical energy into it, and swung my sword.
However, Paimon did not move once again, standing on the chair.
Instead, a drone jumped in and hit my sword.
“Tsk-”
As soon as I did that, drones came at me from all directions at the same time, and I swung my sword wide with magical power, cutting them down and widening the distance.
Meanwhile, Paimon spoke with his hands spread out in a strange shape, as if imitating a puppeteer.
“Since you personally came to the special table, please enjoy watching the puppet show performed by the CEO of Sloth, despite his laziness.”
I answered.
“I’m sorry, but it’s not my style. Your disgusting theater company is going out of business as of today.”
