"Hey, why are there so many outsiders in town lately?"

"Don't you know? It looks like there's going to be war again! The army is recruiting new recruits in town!"

"Alas, whether he fights or not, this world is still the same way...... Is it St. Lucas or Miller this time?"

"I don't know...... Soldiers don't care so much, just have food to eat!"

It's a conversation in a tavern in this small town. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The comet's tail streaked through the early morning like a wound in the purple-red sky, the crescent moon still hung high in the sky, and the town had not yet fully awakened.

The cold wind swept the streets with a few fallen leaves, and only a few yawning soldiers and a few vendors ready to set up their stalls could be seen scattered in the lonely streets.

Gradually, the first rays of dawn pierced the night and lit up the town called Akaria. At this moment, in an abandoned wooden house, the morning light poured through the gap in the broken wooden planks and poured on the face of a sleeping young man on the haystack. The young man awoke, and he bothered himself, rubbed his sleepy eyes, waved his stiff arms, and then faced east, and fell to his knees with his arms crossed over his chest. This is a prayer to the legendary Nine Holy Spirits.

His name is Regulus.

"Alyssa, wait for me. His blue eyes under his unkempt brown hair revealed firmness, and the figure of a girl with long blond hair came to mind. When he had finished praying, he took up an iron sword leaning against the wall, looked at it with the look of an artist admiring a masterpiece, and wiped it repeatedly, then got up and walked towards the center of town. "Alyssa" is his sister's name.

It's been half a month since I left home.

Akaria, once the commercial center of the country (Vasilian), is now desolate. The streets were full of wind and sand, and occasionally one or two vendors could be seen on both sides of the road, guarding their stalls, looking blankly at the passers-by, as if they all looked the same. A makeshift tent was erected in the center of the town, and a worn wooden board with the words "Conscription" written on it hung up, which was swayed back and forth by the wind, and the handwriting on it was scrawled. There was a long line in front of the tent, and they were all people who had come to sign up for the army. The intermittent decade-long war between Vassilian and St. Lucas has devastated the town to its present state, and the war-torn people have to devote themselves to the war in order to make a living, trapped in this ridiculous cycle.

"Nowadays, there are more and more people who are willing to go to the battlefield to die for the sake of those stinky money!" said a soldier in the tent.

"Shut up, aren't you one of them, you don't starve to death as a soldier now!" another soldier flipped a page of the booklet in his hand and said without raising his head, "Do your job first!"

Regulus straightened his clothes and hair and stepped forward.

"Name!" the soldier said coldly, still bowing his head.

"Regulus Wodgarof, from ......"

"Hey, as long as your name is enough! No matter what kind of noble you are these days, you have to be cheap in order to survive, as long as you are strong enough, we will all have eunuchs! It's not the thing under you that fights the war!"

"Speaking of 'eunuchs,' I ......" The other soldier seemed to have something to say, but was interrupted: "Hey, do you want me to castrate you? Enough! I don't have time to talk to you!" He looked up at Regulus, "You, boy, go with the group behind!"

When Regulus was gone, the soldier looked at his distant back, and suddenly seemed to be stunned by something, and was speechless for a while, until Regulus disappeared from their field of vision.

"Hey, that's ...... just now"

"Shut up, keep working......"

Beneath the rolling hills and beside the babbling rivers were Vasilian's northern military camp. The barracks are located at the foot of the Kino Peak, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with green tombs, flowers blooming on the plains, and deep rivers rushing, so the location seems to be to prevent the enemy from raiding.

The commander of the barracks was Sir Sandor. At that time, Sando, who was still a local bully, was not as powerful as he was later - and brutally slaughtered the blacksmith's family. However, Sando was so lucky that he was imprisoned just before he caught up with the scourge of war, when Vasilian was in dire need of gathering strength, and Sando joined the army. After joining the army, Sando continued to climb up, and it didn't take long for him to reach his current status. When asked why he slaughtered the blacksmith's family in the first place, he replied: "I asked him to make me a knife, but he made a 'embroidery needle' for women, not because it was extremely sharp." I didn't believe it, so I had to test the knife with him. Besides, I don't have the money to pay him!" he laughed.

Following the recruits who had joined the army, Regulus arrived at the schoolyard, where he noticed a fat man in ornate armor, with a meaty face and a barrel-like figure standing in front of the schoolyard, and beside him stood a few shrunken scholars holding a few books. "That must be what they call Sir Sandor?" thought to Regulus.

As the recruits gathered on the school grounds, an old bachelor staggered forward, weakly raising his trembling hands, signaling everyone to be quiet...... Here's what to ...... ・Please have Sandor ...... Sir speaks!" the old bachelor didn't know if it was because of his health or if he was too nervous, and the other bachelor on one side frowned.

"Useless thing!" said Sir Sandor stepped forward, his stout arms pushing the old scholar away, his face impatient and disdainful. He shouted to the soldiers, "You scumbags, me, here, I'm the boss, I'm the king! I say one, you can't say two, I want you to die, you have to do the same, and what's that...... By the way," he said, pulling out a crumpled piece of parchment, "from this day onwards you will be the valiant warriors of the great Vasilyan kingdom." I hope that you will remember your responsibility and mission, and for the sake of the strength of the kingdom and our future, you will bravely kill the enemy and never back down, and I salute you on behalf of the royal family House of Tangarian...... When I finally finished reading it, I like to make some of this kind of stuff, phew~" Sir Sandor spat on the ground after speaking.

"He's the only knight in a radius of hundreds of miles to fight with a woman!" said a dark guy beside Regulus, "I heard that there are dozens of women in his tent!"

"Then he seems to be the most enjoyable of all of us here!" Regulus quipped, holding out his hand to the other man, "Regulus." ”

"Sheen. The two hands were clasped tightly together.