Translator: âHakouâ Editor: âWeasalopesâ
ãTheyâre not hereâ¦ã
A voice from the external sound system came from a Knight. A B-class Knight, who is walking next to it, also replies without stopping.
ãJust when we need to find them, theyâre gone. Really, what a troublesome bunch they areã
What they were looking for was a herd of Heavy horses, also known as the Heavy Lancers.
Although they are called horses, they have short necks and huge horns like Hercules, the Great Beetle. The main part of its body surface is covered with a scaly skin that cannot be scratched by a low rank magic or physical attack.
ãMobility, defense, and the ability to storm the city wallsã
They are the perfect thing to throw at the Imperial Army.
They were a nuisance, mindlessly trampling the fields of the elves. The elves wanted to take this opportunity to kick them out of the forest and let the human race dispose of them.
ãCommander, we canât find them anywhere. They donât seem to be around this areaã
Standing in front of him as he turned around is an A-class Knight. The chest armor and other armored parts were painted green, and the joints were black.
The pilotâs seat was supposed to be occupied by the skinny high elf, but who replied was an old womanâs voice.
ãIf theyâre not here then it canât be helped, letâs use the Capricorns insteadã
âRogerâ, the Knights replied and started searching again. They know that the voice is coming from a High Elf, and that she is the knight commanderâs lover, so they donât complain.
They also see the two of them getting into the not so spacious cockpit. She even sits on his lap.
ãBut Capricorns arenât that strong, right?ã
The skinny high elf rubs the breast of the old woman whoâs a pharmacist, over her clothes and whispers in her ear.
The old woman puts her mouth to the Knight Commanderâs ear and tells him in an annoyed tone.
ãThey eat up all the ingredients for medicines, donât they? The more precious it is, the more they like it, theyâre really a nuisanceã
She pushed the hand coming in through the hem of her skirt, over the fabric, and swallowed her spit before continuing.
ãI just want them to disappear from the forest. I donât care what happen after thatã
Burying his middle finger in the old woman, the skinny high elf smiles in a good mood.
ãWell, itâs just a sideshow anyway. It doesnât matter to us whether they damage the Empire or die without being able to do anythingã
He moved his fingers around and enjoyed the hot breath on his ear.
He then proceeded to walk behind the B-class for a while. Every time he made his Knight walk, the old woman would yelp, so he made his Knight walk roughly on purpose.
That was when one of his subordinates came to report about their discovery.
ãHou, about thirty of them huhã
The twisted horn, Capricorn, is a goat-like magical beast about 14 meters tall. As its name suggests, it has an unusually twisted horn on its head.
ãIs that an illness or something?ã
The curvature is so irregular that it makes someone who saw them think so. There are many elves who do not like the appearance of their devilishly long, square pupils.
The old woman on the knight commanderâs lap was one of them.
ãWeâre going to drive them out of the forest just like this. Is that correct?ã
The A-class knight responds to his subordinateâs question by nodding. The B-class Knight, holding his rifle, launches his attack magic into the sky above the flock to intimidate them.
The herd starts to run in a panic after just a few shots.
ãTheyâre cowards as everã
The knight commander bent his mouth and made a mocking expression.
However, the herd of Capricorns showed unexpected persistence at the outer edge of the forest. They donât want to go out of the forest even when they scare them with magic.
They clung to the ground like dogs when you take them for an injection.
ãShoot themã
Following the instructions of the skinny high elf, the B-class Knights blasted them with attack magic at a lower output.
A scorch mark by the thunder arrow is made on the body, but the Capricorns just cowers and doesnât move
ãGive that to me, Iâll do it myselfã
With a single click of his tongue, the knight commander snatched away his subordinateâs rifle. He didnât intend to use his own staff rifle.
He immediately unleashed light arrows with lower output, magic missiles. It accurately caught the child at the rear of the herd and made it scream.
ãThatâs how you do it. Use your head moreã
The A-class Knight returned the rifle to his subordinate as he said in an exasperated tone and puffed out his chest.
Unlike the adult beasts, the children who were shot squealed and ran out of the forest. Some of the adults, who had never wanted to go out of the forest before, began to run after the child.
ãI see. I understandã
He shouted in admiration and his men started shooting at the children one after another.
The children were surrounded in the middle of the crowd, but they couldnât withstand it and started running in the opposite direction of the Knights. The adults followed suit.
The entire herd was now moving towards the south of the Spirit Forest, towards the checkpoint of the Imperial Army.
ãNow we just have to wait and see what those vermins can doã
Pointing his rifle downward, the B-class Knights gazed into the distance at the plains to the south of the forest The knight commanderâs Knight also crossed his arms and did the same.
***
A city in the north of the Empire.
It is located in the middle of the road that connects the elven villages in the Spirit Forest and the Imperial Capital. This city, located in between the two, is the key to the protection of the north of the Empire.
In the office of the lordâs mansion in the center of the city, the mature Viscountess was reading a letter.
A beautiful woman of a young age let out a sigh from her crimson painted lips. She then lightly shakes her head and tosses the letter onto the desk.
ãRead itã
The vice commander, a skinny old man who had brought the letter, nodded and picked it up to begin reading. He immediately turned his eyes to his superior and opened his mouth.
ãThis is⦠is it really okay to let me read this letter?ã
It was a love letter to a mature Viscountess. The sender was a male elf who worked at a brothel in the imperial capital.
A man to whom the mature Viscountess had been devoted during her time in the imperial capital.
ãItâs better not to hide these thingsã
The mature Viscountess tilts her mouth diagonally and raises her eyebrows. Seeing this expression, the old skinny man felt relieved.
He had never interfered in their relationship, but he had thought of her partner as a not so good person.
ãYou know how it says in there that you want to get back together?ã
A small town on the border with the northern countries. When it was decided that she will be moved there, she begged him to come with her, and he refused.
She had written to him several times since leaving the imperial capital, but had never received a single reply.
And now that relations with the elves have deteriorated, the other party suddenly sent an autumn wave* to her, the frontline commander.
[*Note: An expression of love towards the opposite gender.]
ãHis real intention is as clear as dayã
The mature Viscountess shrugs and spreads her hands.
(If it had been a little more earlier, my heart might have been moved)
She thought, as she looked at the vice-commander who was reading the letter while standing.
The defeat in the preliminaries and the wickedness to the defeated in the northern countries. Both were unbearable humiliations, but those did help her break free from the spell of the elves.
For now, thatâs what she thinks.
ãWhen youâve finished reading it, send it to His Majesty. The elves are making this kind of moveã
Returning to her crossed legs, the mature Viscountess stood from her chair and stretched her waist. While she was doing that, she listened dubiously.
The old, skinny man noticed belatedly, put down the letter, and opened the door to the hallway. What they heard was the sound of footsteps running up the stairs and down the hallway.
It was a messenger bringing an urgent message.
ãReporting in! A herd of Capricorns has emerged from the Spirit Forest and is heading south towards us!ã
The mature Viscountess and an old skinny man look at each other at the sudden appearance of a group of large magical beasts.
The distance between the Spirit Forest and this city is not very far. The only thing in between is a checkpoint that serves as a defense line and a fort filled with Knights and soldiers.
ãThere are over thirty of them! We expect them to encounter the garrisonâs Knights soonã
He continued to speak without catching his breath.
ãWhy are the Capricorns here? They shouldnât be a beast that like to go out of the forestã
The mature Viscountess asks in a stern tone, but the messenger is unable to answer.
Realizing that she had given an unnecessary reply, she waved her hands from side to side in front of her face and took back her statement.
ãTwisted horn, Capricornsã
They are regarded as evil magic beast because of their eerie appearance and their appetite for poisonous plants, mushrooms, and poison oak.
However, this is only true among those who do not have enough knowledge about magic beast
(Iâve never heard of Capricorns coming to attack first)n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
A mature Viscount tilts his head, unconvinced.
The twisted horn Capricorn is indeed big, but despite their appearance, it is quite gentle in nature. Theyâre not considered a dangerous beast.
(But it is true that they are getting closer. After all, big number still big numbers, and it will be bad if they are in an agitated state)
Thinking of the rank and number of Knights at the checkpoint, the mature Viscountess immediately made a decision.
ãIâm going too, prepare my Knight!ã
She pushed the messenger away with her ample breasts, leaving the scent of perfume in his nostrils as she ran toward the Knightâs hangar.