Strategist Witch Shizuku

Prologue

The wind blows through. I shook my body all the way.

... It's a little cold.

Winter General's arrival is only near late autumn, and the morning breeze is getting very cold.

Still, thanks to the enthusiasm generated by the masses gathered on this plain? It's not unbearable.

Besides, if that were the time, no one would care about the cold.

Apart from busy moving around, many humans, along with 170,000 generals, are just waiting for the time to come to apologize.

The soldiers on the side in the eye are either from nervousness or their faces are tense. There's just nothing to get away with.

Because we are certain of our victory. Yes, my truck made it easy for me to get in.

For combat purposes, the generals packed in the front lines are particularly enthusiastic among their allies. I dreamed of my own prosperity and had an irresistible excitement.

However, they will come to think of it. Write it down as a dream of a person and read it as an annoyance. that the dream is just a fantasy.

The end of the first generals has already been decided.

They don't realize it. There's no way I'm aware of it. I can't believe I'm being conspired by someone who's supposed to be on my side, the chief of staff of my own army.

Oh, who would imagine that?

What lies ahead of them is not a bridge to glory. It's a valley bottom that leads to ruin.

I invited them to the cliff abyss. And now we're gonna kick it off.

What do they think when they find out they've been put up in a dead place? - A thirst for raw? Regret? Despair? Or anger?

Heh heh, I'm sure at the end of it, you throw up a grudge against me.

Well, so what? That's the candid feeling though.

Yes, it's worse to be fooled. Though I wouldn't say until...

I just want her to regret the lack of her own skill, so easily deceived by such a little girl.

Poor generals embedded in me. There is no pity for them. Instead, let's even make a mockery. There was no such thing as guilt.

Such a legitimate sensibility threw him away a long time ago. More than that, more luxurious. Far from finding it anymore.

Um, what would you think if I looked at me now? Yes, when I was in Japan.

Oh, my God, I keep thinking about it.

I look over the battlefield in front of me and look at the other side like I see a distance somewhere.

"Witch?

A female guard soldier standing beside her raises an astonishing voice.

Oh, no, you shouldn't. Could it have been on your face?

What's wrong with me now that I show a gap in emotion? In the first place, is it a question of thinking about leeway before the showdown?

However, when I think this is my last showdown, I feel really centimetres.

I think it's impossible to look back on the path you've taken.... Can't you?

Yeah, you can't. We need to keep our heads tight......

Disguise yourself as a wind of nothing while rubbing your own long stretched black hair. See my brunette as the escort drifts in the wind. While lodging an unhidden fear in its eyes.

These dark hair, dark eyes of the same color, go hand in hand, and there are a lot of rare shades around here. Furthermore, if the colours of skin specific to the yellow race are combined, my appearance will not fit into the words rare, etc.

Among all white people, the appearance of the Japanese was what should be called heresy at the earliest.

This peculiar appearance and the knowledge brought in from the original world. As a result of the combination of the two, I have received two obedient names: "The Witch of the Far World".

The earlier call to say 'witch' comes from these two names.

Not yet, an escort who stares at my face with fear and suspicion.

I smile at her like that.

"Nothing, Elma."

"... Yes. Really?"

I guess I wasn't even convinced by the truth, but the escort, Elma, nods one thing, turns her gaze back forward.

Oh, boy, did I mislead you? Though I can't say I did well.

Nevertheless...... Not at all. Still not working?

That's what I think, and I fly my gaze to the general in command of this army.

A little further away, its general, who looked small, was just about to pull the sword on his hips out of his sheath.

Oh, finally. The moment came when everyone waited with tension.

Slowly, the right arm of the General holding the sword lifts.