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Kin, Kin, Kin, Kin.

The tiny metal noise was echoing through the crude cabin.

One giant lizard sits in a dim room. No, you're not. There's no way a lizard can sit on an agara.

It's Lizardman.

An integrated Lizardman sits still with his eyes closed.

One man stood in front of it.

He's a light-black skinned man with a turban around his head. Around thirty around the time of year. Only golden eyes shine brilliantly in the covered room.

Kin, Kin, Kin, Kin.

The metal noise had been produced from the man's hand.

The man is pressing a thick nail-like needle against Lizardman's upper arm covered in scales and tapping the head of the needle with a delicate hand with a small hammer in the opposite hand.

The needle breaks through the scale and engraves a black stain there.

The countless dots already painted that way depicted a complex text on Lizardman's upper arm.

Give me a tattoo.

He is the crest master.

He lives in the settlement of Lizardman and gives birth to the Lizardmans of powerful individuals who suffer the kingdom. Strange shaped tattoos are carved all over his own skin as well.

He said the crest was immersed in the work.

And the footsteps echoed behind him.

"- You're going to have to do it."

"Jitsuka"

The crest man says without even turning around.

Behind him stood an old man in a hood, dressed in a robe that was at Rugard's disposal.

"Precision? Don't tell me you let me do this. Every day, every day, no matter how much I like tattoos, I'm just tired of it."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice but to get you to work hard."

"Ha! I know! Listen to me, you fool!

The Seal Master won't stop his hand even as he talks to the pepper. And I'm not crazy at all at hand.

Because I know that.

The old man in the robe does not hesitate to talk.

"How's the war going?

"He gave me the first fight - a look at the people with less tattoos. You can't beat the knights around here."

"Ugh."

"Next I hit the middleman. I wonder what that is. Sounds like a good fight around here."

"I see - so what happens this time for the third time?

"Hell."

The crest laughed in the back of his throat as he creaked.

"I put in an elite unit. It's a small number, but it's my work. They can't stop being half-baked."

"Good. It's all right."

Spills a laugh like an old man chewed up.

"The people of the kingdom will eventually crush the featherworms. As much as I'd appreciate it if you could die here. Kill as long as you can."

And the old man went on.

"This battle doesn't seem like a mistake."

"Right..."

Anxiously swayed sealist's tail.

The old man didn't miss hearing that.

"Is there something you're worried about?

"... no, I'm still talking about not getting guidelines - and then the Lizardmans are saying that they have enemies that release strong white arrows"

"Once done and a strong white arrow......?

The old man twisted his neck.

"What's that?

"I don't know. When I heard about the white arrow, I thought it was a magic arrow - but then it was strong..."

The crest man twists his neck.

That was an inexorable inference. Some magic powers rise depending on the magic power of the operator, but it is common sense for a powerful magician to use more powerful attack magic than a magic arrow.

Magic Arrow used only by beginners.

You can't be strong.

"... I'm not sure."

"There will be another report today. Let's wait for that."

Kin.

The hand of the Seal Master, who kept moving, stopped perfectly. Not because there was a problem.

As the crest took a few steps back, he stared at his carved tattoo.

And laugh at it.

"Done."

"Whoa whoa whoa. Good. Good."

The signs and voices of the old man turned away.

The Seal Master calls out without even turning around.

"Are you going home?

"Because I could hear the situation. When the battle is over, now face the temple from you. Let me tell you more."

At the end of the word, the signs of the old man disappeared.

The Seal Master doesn't check on the old man. Still gazing at Lizardman, he approaches again with a needle and a hammer.

Kin, Kin, Kin, Kin.

And I started carving new tattoos on Lizardman's chest plate as if nothing had happened.

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The day the Third World War ended...

Arrangea had her head in the office.

Reports of him throwing and scattering with anger are shattered and scattered around the desk.

It was a tragic failure.

"Arranger, leave it to this Goobil Balphis!

That's what I said, hero of WWII who sailed out in a whim.

It doesn't have to be as good as World War II.

The array collapsed beautifully.

"Death in action, Goobil Balphis."

It happened as soon as I started.

"What?"

He was usually an arranger with complete control over his expressions and emotions, but he just got into an attitude.

I thought it was some kind of mistake.

But it wasn't a mistake. The Goobil Balphis squad, which lost its leader, lost control and was ravaged by the Lizardmans.

of the squads who fought in WWII, a blatant annihilation.

(... oh, that idiot!? There will be a way to lose even if you lose!? You're a pioneer. If this happens...!

Soon the battle will of each squad fell to the ground. The battlefield, which was marginally advantageous in World War II, retained a high morale.

Tilt to the disadvantage at once.

That's not all.

"We have a horribly strong mix of Lizardman individuals! doesn't stand teeth!

There was even such a report.

He seems to be a Lizardman carved out of an unusual tattoo, whose arms and strength are overwhelming and even if challenged by a few people, it will be a light payback.

"I didn't hear that, it exists -!"

Arrangea chewed off her back teeth.

Probably enemy trump cards.

Kind of lizard hunting - that's the arrangement I thought, but I finally changed my perception.

This is not such a raw gentle thing.

(Damn... I can't believe I'm getting this unwinnable fucking assignment done...!

We should retreat.

That's how Arrangea's bright brains concluded. Sweet, this time the battle didn't last long because the morale of the allies was too low, the enemies were too strong, and the damage wasn't that great.

All you have to do is rebuild the troops and bring back new information.

"... no... no..."

Arrangea slapped her desk more and more.

That's 'failure'.

I can't bring that stuff back to the King's Capital. If we do that, the name of Arrangea will fall to the earth and lose the king's love in an instant.

A man who just lost to a lizard.

The stigma goes around all the time.

"... we need a drop.... Is there anything? Something..."

At the end of the idea that put him on the road...

Finally, Arrangea found the light.

"Well... there's only one thing... I still have a hitter -"

Its mouth is grossly distorted. A dangerous glow lit Arrangea's eyes.