Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

Approximately an hour later.

The praetorian field had the sight to say that only one of the fallen and ambushed soldiers, Pompong Lianya, stood.

The falling soldiers fall into three main categories.

One is the ones who kept chasing Lotus Ya around fleeing and were unable to move because they ran out of strength.

Among the fallen soldiers, it can be said that they have worked hard for the longest time.

I could also say that it was because of that hard work, the soldiers who were the least harmed among the fallen soldiers.

Anyway, the only damage is so fatigue that I can't move one finger.

Two are those who were directly attacked and defeated by Lianya.

Because Lianya is a bare hand, the main way of attacking her was to beat her, kick her, swing her, throw her away, but the soldiers were defeated directly by them.

I had to feel painful, but these soldiers were also doing their own beating and kicking, so it seemed easy to see what it felt like to do damage, and if they even lost consciousness, they would have been released relatively early.

The three are those involved in soldiers who were directly attacked.

Of the three classifications, they would have been the most tragic.

Hit by a flying companion, twitched around by a swinging companion, and a companion's body falls where it falls, and if you can't dodge it, it ends there, and if you dodge it, another companion flies deemed still conscious.

Is it because of the indirect attack, Lotus Yakiya also couldn't help but try stepping on the unconscious soldiers and persevering until she thought she would have definitely reaped consciousness.

"Wouldn't it be too soon to be no good? Sergeant Keith, Sama?

Lianya asks pale without looking down at Keith as she walks to the side of Keith, who is falling on the ground to lie down.

I waited awhile after I asked, but no response from Keith.

I wonder if she's unconscious, and Lotus Ya, who drops her gaze at her feet, had Keith and his eyes to look at her from her feet.

Keith is among the soldiers sunk by direct attack, according to the classification.

I don't have any intention of differentiating myself from the other soldiers at all, but I wonder if maybe the last minute interaction would have driven me crazy at hand even slightly.

"For being hit from the top of your armor, that sounds damaging, Keith Soldier Chief Sama. Are you all right? Sergeant Keith, Sama?

"Hate it, dude..."

To Keith, who tells him to groan, Lianya nods one thing.

"Do you have a head that understands disgust"

"... wow..."

"You don't look tired enough to say... Lenya"

Sion speaks to Lianya as she descends from the VIP table to the practice field again.

Lianya just shrugged her shoulders and did not answer Theon's voice.

"Are you all right? Sergeant Keith. Now you understand a little bit of Lenya's strength?

"Hi... princess... we..."

"This is Theon. What are you talking about like it's over?

There are no soldiers, etc. who can move satisfactorily.

I'm not seriously injured, but there's not a single soldier in the situation who can answer yes when they say I'm going to train further.

The only exceptions are Lianya, who created this situation, and Shion, who was just watching in the VIP table.

"... no way just me another menu!?

"No, I don't mean to be like this either..."

Lianya manipulates the void vault to remove one foldable chair from the inside.

Shaking lightly, Lianya spread the chair out and spoke to the soldiers around her as she sat there.

"All I've made you try now is sorting soldiers"

"Sorting?"

"Anyone who seems to have more than a certain level of health and skill attacked and defeated him. Those with more than a certain amount of health made me chase them until they fell. They weren't attacked, and they didn't let me chase them. I mean, the guys we knocked down with all the other guys involved, they're like no good health, no skill."

"Is that it? Is there any group that says they don't have the strength and the skill is more than constant?

When Sion, wondering, asks, Lianya laughs at it with her nose.

"It doesn't make sense to have a small technique without physical strength."

"Is that what you're saying?"

"That's what I say in me. Now, if you're listening, remember which group you belong to? You guys ran out of things to teach me. So I have nothing to teach you guys either. No, but I have also received money from Her Royal Highness Meilia as a request. So I decide to force you to imprint without telling me."

"I think you're saying something kind of noisy?

Lianya quickly affirmed Zion's doubts.

"The point is, it's not about knowledge or experience, it's about reflexes, so it's noisy."

"Me too...?

This is a fading Scion wondering if maybe I have expressed my willingness to participate in an unsavory place.

To Scion like that, Lianya asks pale.

"You want to be?

"No, I don't want to"

"If you're willing to teach, I'll teach you quite a bit. These guys are unwilling to be taught, so I can't help it."

Lotus Ya stepped on Keith's back, falling with a lie at his feet.

That seemed more like a sign of intent to say I would never let you get away from here than a damaging purpose.

Even if he didn't do it, Keith didn't even have enough strength to crawl and move.

In that position, Lianya looks around and starts the magic of against soldiers rolling too far from herself.

By pulling the armor the soldiers are wearing, they are trying to gather the soldiers who are falling, scattered widely, into a certain range.

While doing that work, Lianya joins forces to surround that constant range with parallel activation of the procedure.

This was a junction that made it impenetrable in both physical and magical terms, from the inside out.

It's not necessarily without soldiers whose health recovers and escapes during the next task.

In line with what it means to prevent escape, it also means as a wall to avoid divulging outside the third technique used by Lianya from now on.

"Anyway, because nobody can move. Let's train what we can next just by sleeping there."

Although it is a predetermined stream, Shion looks strange when Lianya declares so.

"Do you have that kind of training?

I'm impressed that you have a lot of easy training, Zion, but if you understood just a little what Lianya was thinking, you wouldn't have had that sentiment.

"Well. Theon stands there and tells me if you think you can't do it at all. Drill a hole in the junction"

Saying so to Zion, Lianya makes it visible to the soldiers and Zion by passing magic through the kingdom she stretched out.

The soldiers thus realize that they were confined to a certain extent by the hands of Lianya.

"What are you... willing to do?

To the voice of Sergeant Keith from under his feet, Lianya answered while strengthening her ability to tread just a little bit.

"So it's a training you can even sleep in, I told you?

"There is such a thing..."

Keith's words, which I almost said, stop.

Lianya didn't whisper along the way.

Bitterness and wheeze began to rise with the sound of surprise among the soldiers around them.

Keith himself is disturbed by his fierce breathlessness and palpitations, and something poking up from the bottom of his body.

Emil taught me that.

Lianya says as she sits in a chair and speaks to herself.

"What we call witchcraft is properly structured like academia, but in fact, a lot of the technologies we call witchcraft contain things that are not properly structured as academia."

"Heh... it's my first ear"

Theon says.

I can't see that look unusual.

From under Lianya's feet, Keith looked up at Zion's expression and couldn't believe the reality.

I wonder what the hell I look like, Keith thinks.

Sweat continues to gush from all over his body, flowing all over his face, neck and under his armor.

The powerless body starts to tremble without listening to Keith, and it sounds as if other personnel are squeaking their teeth.

I don't know if the air I'm feeling is hot or cold right now.

Keith is not even conscious of scratching the ground so that his hands can withstand something at the tip of his powerless arms.

"What I'm doing now is spreading magic through my killings."

"Huh?... are you already doing this?

I don't feel anything, and while I keep looking around, Scion sees the falling, lying soldiers starting to blow bubbles when they're trembling, squeaking, or terrible, and his face is tense.

Lianya continued her explanation without worrying.

"Even so, I'm not really sprinkling it. From me, it's really weak and delicate."

"Now!?

The soldier Zion pointed to had already lost consciousness by blowing bubbles and white-eyed.

The odorous liquid from the groin is changing the colour by wetting the trousers.

There are other people everywhere who crawl on the ground and try to get a little away from Lianya, who say they know they can't get out of the junction, and soldiers who scream for me to get out on the junction wall.

"It's under the same influence, at a time when Scion is fine. Guess the level?

"Ah? Oh, it's true. I don't care."

The current situation I tried from Shion was somewhat difficult to get close to because Lianya had a frightening atmosphere, something of a position.

It is not that Theon is mentally dull, among other things, but that his body has become accustomed to his killing and magic as a result of his actions with Lianya for quite some time, and that degree of intimidation has ceased to bother him.

"When you are able to withstand this intimidation, not only will you be able to resist the magic of your mental system, but you will also be able to resist the effects of normal magic, and when you are able to play this intimidation with your own will and magic, it will lead to an increase in your possession of magic."

"That's amazing! How do you do that?

"Emil said he had a strong will to fight my will to kill, and try to fight it through magic, but I don't know. If you think strongly about what you're gonna lose, you can handle it, right?

"Right! All right."

Zion closes his eyes all the time and starts to remember as he hits and whines about something all at once.

Even if I don't do that, I already have a degree of resistance that I don't feel anything about, so I think Lianya is in vain at the moment, but I decide to let Theon do what he wants.

For Zion's sake, we could have made it a little more intimidating, but if we did that, we wouldn't necessarily find the dead from shock deaths among the soldiers who haven't reached Zion's level this time.

Lianya sits deeply in her chair and closes her eyes, thinking she should take her time because she has a month ahead of her.

I didn't even have to try to keep it because I'm not aware of killing with a lot of strength, and it's a weak thing that pours in a little bit about magic.

If it is to that extent, it can continue even half unconsciously.

"Here..."

"Hmm?

It was Keith, still trampled on by Lianya, who raised his voice.

Because of the tremors all over his body, he can't seem to spin the word properly as a word.

"What's up? Sergeant Keith, Sama? By the way, Samaritan's about to become a hassle, how long shall I call you Samaritan? Sergeant Keith, Sama?

"Here I am... I can't do this... Hey, how long..."

He manages to hear the hard to hear voice and assembles it in his head.

"How long are you going to keep this training going? You want to say?

Keith nods as he clatters and trembles.

He kept himself to some extent by talking to Lianya, but without it, like all the other soldiers, he would have crawled around, ran away, and slapped the line asking me to help him.

"Right. If Theon makes a sound, let's not do it."

"Me?

Why me? Saying, looking at Sion, Lianya tells Keith, who is stepping on him.

"There's no way that any of the National Army elites who have come diving through intense training will make a sound before His Highness Zion, about as intimidating as the lowest adventurer with his cheerful face, is there?

"... okay, that"

Unexpectedly, Lianya's intimidation stops at the pompous and leaky word of Zion.

Lianya sees Sion wondering what the hell he's going to say.

At the unexpected short break of their visit, the soldiers are trying to figure out if they can't manage to escape the scene within the present, or take a rough breath in search of the air they were beginning to lack with breathing that was half-stopped.

In the meantime, he put his hand on his cheek and said with a lucid expression somewhere.

"It's nice to have Lenya call me by my nickname."

Apparently, what His Highness Theon and Lianya said got into the bump of her heart.

"What a stupid thing to do... Yes, I'll start again - now I'll do better than I did earlier"

"Why!?

It was a surprise Scion, but the answers returned were extremely obvious.

"Theon doesn't feel anything already, so intimidating him on the same level won't be a training"

"The soldiers!?

"I'm fine. I will not die. Maybe."

"Maybe!?

"Ah, you guys. I don't know if you hear me, but it's gonna be like this tomorrow, okay? I think it's gonna get worse and worse every day I go after it."

Once he ignored Zion, who tried to protest, Lianya smiled at the groaning soldiers again.

"Escaping from training is personal freedom. Do as you please. I could do more fun."

"Fun thing?

To Sion's face as he listens back, Lianya runs her gaze.

Her complexion is intact and she doesn't look strangely sweaty.

There's no tension in his expression, he's a Scion as usual.

It is Lianya, who is stronger and more intimidating than she was before she stopped once, but it seems that it is not enough for Zion at all.

But no more. Now there was a fear of the intolerable coming out of the soldiers.

That's a later challenge, Lotus Ya says as thinking about this matter later.

"No strength, no pride, no guts."

"Lenya, my personality!

"The poor quality of the country's soldiers is partly due to the responsibility of the exchangers. I mean, if a soldier in the National Army is incompetent and gutless, that would be the responsibility of the Grand Duke or the next Grand Duke who manages it?

"Is that... yes, maybe?

"Will it include you for once? I wonder, Your Highness, Theon-Pham Fatal. Are the soldiers of your country incompetent and gutless?

"That can't be right!

Clearly, Scion says with an angry look on his face.

Lotus Yaya's ears, slightly surprising, captured a small, breaking sound of something.

"Soldiers in our country are all those who have loved their country, pledged allegiance to His Majesty the Grand Duke, and repeatedly trained every day! If you're going to denigrate it without darkness, just say Lenya and not any of them!

"... played at this level.... you straightforward idiot"

Lianya shrugged softly.

To that abominable look, is that it? Scion's anger thins ahead when it becomes.

"I'm not willing to disparage anything else. If His Royal Highness Theon says so, will all a hundred people also come for training from tomorrow? Then I will only do what His Highness has asked me to do."

"Naturally!

Sion, whose chest he asserted all the time, rushes out between the falling soldiers as they were.

At the end of Lianya's gaze as she dropped off wondering what she was going to do, Theon began to speak to the soldiers who fell and moaned.

"Hold on tight! Even I'm fine! You guys should be able to bounce back this intimidation!

"... surprisingly, if you're in a general position or something, you might have a nice mouth there."

Lotus Yayo decided to keep an eye on Zion with the sentiment that if he put on a military teacher and let him hold his reins properly, he would be able to do the morale inspiration and speech there.

Maybe some of the soldiers will have enough results by the end of the day to withstand if they are as level of intimidation as they are right now.

"Lenya!"

From a short distance, Theon calls Lianya.

Lianya also raised her voice to get there.

"What's the matter with you? Scion."

"When I get home, will you do it again?

Foreword withdrawn, Lianya held her head that this might not really work.