My basic tactic was to draw Leezas's troops to the city while I had Cephiro of the 7th Legion raid Leezas's royal capital.

　That was the plan.

　In other words, he would ask Cephiro, who was headed for the northern front, to turn around and attack the capital.

　It was a simple and clear plan, but there was one problem.


"What do you plan to do if Master Cephiro doesn't turn around?


　The orc's chief of staff, Giron, poked at the problems with the operation.
　I was surprised that he was surprisingly perceptive, or rather, that he was able to get at what I was afraid of with clarity.

'What makes you think that?'

No, I didn't mean that. Of course, I wouldn't dream of Lady Cephiro betraying us.

Well, I'm not so sure about that. He's too smart for that. If the Demon King's army is in a bad position, he might turn to the League of Lords for help.

Well, you're not gonna...

　Jiron exclaims, but I reply that I'm just kidding.

Well, as long as he can do what he wants with the Demon King's Army, he'll stay on our side. I don't think there's a king in the League of Lords that can handle the leader. The only thing I'm worried about is the northern front.

　The number of enemy troops is said to be 50,000.
　The troops directly under the Demon King-sama's command would be 10,000 and Sephiro's 7th Legion would be something like 4,000.

　The Demon King-sama's troops are made up of the strongest and most elite in the Demon King's army, but even so, it should be tough to hold back five times as many.

　Only Sephiro's army is promised to reverse and raid the royal capital, but there's no room for that, and the situation of being staked out on the northern front is also conceivable.

　When I explained this to him, Jiron said, "Is that possible? He asked.

'I don't know. There are too many unknowns. All we can do now is trust that the Demon King will be able to successfully stall the enemy and make room for Cephiro to reverse.

　When he said that, he suggested to Giron, "Let's worry about ourselves first, rather than worrying about others.

　Will Sephiro come to reinforce us?
　Whether or not it will be in time is no longer in my control.

　But it was my job to deal with the army of Reezus that would be coming before me.

　The enemy general was General Ein Godd, the most respected general in the country.
　We couldn't win this war with half-hearted methods.
　So I built several layers of barriers and trenches.
　This would prevent the enemy from attacking us.

　Besides, while I was struggling with the horse-proof fences and trenches, I should be able to get them to rain flintlock on me.

　The enemy is the great general of Rosalia.
　That alone would not be enough to win the battle, but, nonetheless, it was better than not trying.




　A few weeks had passed since they began to build up their position.
　The enemy forces were not coming easily.
　I feared that it was too blatant.
　Only one corps remained, moving other corps and moving to other fronts.
　From the enemy's point of view, it might look like a blatant trap.
　The enemy might be wary and not move.

　If that happens, it won't be about Cephiro's reinforcements or even the prerequisites of the operation.


''Is this a little too smug?''


　At first I thought it was a perfect strategy, but maybe I underestimated the enemy.

　When I was about to send a messenger to the Demon King and the other armies to inform them of the failure of the mission, a change occurred.

　A drop of water dripped on the bridge of my nose as I stood in the camp watching the battle situation.

　The first drop fell on the bridge of my nose, the second moistened my hair, and the third splashed on my shoulder.

　I opened my palm and saw the rain's presence.
　The small drops of rain soon became large. It began to soak my body.


"I see...


　I speak to myself.

"Is this what the enemy was waiting for?

　Giron responds to my words.

'Dude, sir, what do you mean by that?'

'The enemy army was waiting for the rain. You can't use a flamethrower in the rain.

　At least the flintlock gun I prepared was not waterproof.

Isn't that a bad idea?　The artillery is the mainstay of our army. I can't believe we can't use them.

Lamenting doesn't make the rain stop. It's just the way it is. Pull the gunners back. Get a squad of dwarf warriors and Lilith's men to the front instead.

　When I gave that command, Giron immediately said, "Yes! I sent a message.
　I looked away from him and muttered again.

"It's a good thing you are a great general. I'm sure they know all the tricks and weaknesses of the game.

　I let out a sigh of relief as I headed to the front line.
　Since I couldn't use my guns, I had no choice but to join the front line and reinforce my strength.




　As soon as the rain began to fall, the enemy army appeared.
　The enemy troops must have taken this moment to attack.

　The legion called the Eighth Legion has a powerful weapon called a gun, and it seems that they have studied it thoroughly to see how troublesome it is.

'Well, of course they have. A weapon called a gun has claimed hundreds of lives, and I thought it might be countered by now.''

　It was more of a case of bad luck now than it was at this time.

　-- or is it not a good idea to blame it on luck?

　This Ain't God is a remarkable man.
　Everything must be in his hands.
　He may have studied the Demon King's army thoroughly and prepared for this day.

''Utterly, the Great General of Rosalia is relentless.

　But no matter how much I lamented, the rain didn't stop.
　I completely removed the gunners from the battlefield and rearranged my plan.
　First of all, I put Günther and Lilith's troops in front of me to overcome the onslaught of the enemy forces.
　In the meantime, he would switch out the artillery units and bring the elven troops to the front.

　The elves are all excellent archers. Although it was not a replacement for an artillery unit, the bow had the advantage of the bow.

　A weapon called a bow did not have the power and range of a gun, but instead it had a distinctive line of fire.

　A weapon called a bow had an arcing, mountainous trajectory that could be fired.
　In other words, it could be fired even if there were friends in front of it.

　Of course, if fired in the middle of a melee, it could pierce an ally, but the allies of the Eighth Legion, the elves, were a different story.

　They are all master archers as well as spirit users.

　With the help of the wind spirits, they could get a range as long as a gun, and their accuracy is worthy of special mention.

　The elves led by Anemone shot the enemy between the eyes from unexpected distances, and even in the middle of a melee, they were able to thrust their arrows accurately into the enemy's throat flute.

　Although the Elven archers were a small unit of around 100 men, their power was reminiscent of the medieval British longbows.

　Like the longbows that led to the end of the Hundred Years War, or like Robin Hood and his companions, the elves beat down the enemy soldiers as valiantly as they could.

　The enemy couldn't stand this and appeared to be in retreat, but it was only for a time.
　The arrows that were shot accurately gradually deviated from their trajectories.
　It is not that the elves' archery skills have failed. The enemy has also taken countermeasures.
　The sorcerers seem to have appeared in the front line.

　They used Hurricane magic to shift the trajectory of their arrows and blocked the arrows with Barrier magic.

　The chief of staff, Jiron, growled.

''Hmm, he's using some kind of husband-like move.

A move like mine. Well, that's a nice way to put it.

　As I recall, I once used the same magic to block an enemy's bow and arrow.

'It's an imitation of your husband's monkey.

　Jiron insists, but it's not like Ein God has seen, heard, and studied all my fighting techniques.

　Perhaps, however, the same path is followed by those in the know.
　At the very least, Ein God's leadership skills are the same as mine, or better.
　Then I could imagine the next move they would make.
　I ordered Jiron to use the navy that I had just organized the other day.
　I had created a force of fishermen (sahagin) and aquatic monsters.

'What do you mean by that?　We're on land, okay?

Just shut up and follow orders. If he likes to be as clever as I do, he'll use his ship to get behind us.

　Giron gave me a "no way" look, but obeyed my orders.
　A dozen minutes later, it's just as I imagined it would be.
　A flotilla of small boats had arrived from upriver.

　Sahagin and his men cut a hole in the enemy's boat before they were landed on the riverbank, and then they boarded the enemy's boat and beat the enemy down.

　Giron was
Is your husband a prophetess?
　He was surprised.

'I've had weeks to spare. We could at least get you a small boat.

　I replied safely. My mind was filled with thoughts of taking charge.
　The enemy general is still the most famous general in Rosalia.
　The first battle was in our favor, but that doesn't mean it will continue.
　The enemy forces numbered 10,000 and the 8th Legion was 2,000.
　The difference in their numbers was roughly five times greater.
　I wasn't dumb enough to be buoyed by the victory of the initial battle.