Saturday, June 20, 2026

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 375


Chapter 375

(Kyle Calendar Year 515: Age 22)

Northern Front The Shield of Gaia


Translator : PolterGlast


By the time the Third Army led by Gail confronted the people, and the three hundred individuals equipped with monstrous large shields had lined up, the fanatical believers were closing in to about 300 m away from them. Even in such a situation, the believers did not waver at all, and continued to slowly advance forward. And when they reached a distance where they could confirm each other's faces, the men advancing at the front each slowly began to hum a song praising God. That voice was eerily low, as if they were stepping forward one step at a time in time with the song, gradually driving Gail and his men into a corner. Seeing that state, the men who were originally sturdier and more experienced in battle than them couldn't help but feel an indescribable terror.

Even so, it's a creepy song. To me, it only sounds like a funeral…… no, a cursed song.

Right…… but they don't hold weapons. If it's a test of strength, there's no way you guys would be outdone, right?

Well yeah, and even the singing is still cute compared to how awful it is when the Boss sings drunk at the tavern.

Shut up! What part of my singing is creepy!

By making light talk, they were overcoming their fear and trying to maintain their mental balance somehow.

Even so, Boss, is it really okay for you to take off the armor you received from His Majesty?

What Lars was referring to was the armor made using Klimt's scales, said to be the strongest, which Takuhir had given to key personnel in the previous war. But this time, Gail had intentionally taken it off and joined their great shield unit.

You idiot! With heavy equipment, it'd be difficult to handle this large shield, wouldn't it!

Hahaha, the Boss is surprisingly shy too.

Lars understood painfully well the feelings of Gail, who answered so while being shy. Despite boasting tremendous defensive power, Klimt's armor is extremely light and easy to handle, boasting defensive power superior to full plate armor in performance, yet its appearance and weight are not much different from light armor. Therefore, his circumstances were different from the others, like Lars and his team who had changed into leather armor because they disliked heavy equipment and wanted to freely handle the large shields. However, Gail didn't think it was good for only himself to be in a safe position, and intended to face danger with the same equipment and the same risk as those around him. Precisely because he is such a commander, many fellow laborers adored him, and when he became a soldier, they volunteered as soldiers following him.

That being said, the Boss is an irreplaceable commander and a Mage. Unlike us, there is no replacement. Thinking so, Lars lined up his shield next to Gail, intending to become a substitute if anything happened.

Here they come! You bastards, get fired up!

And…… exactly as Gail's instructions, suppression shells launched from catapults began to land before their eyes. Matching that, Gail, who was on the absolute front line, exercised Wind Magic and began sending wind.

Has it begun……

Reim, who was participating in the march mingled with the people, muttered in his heart, and with slow movements so as not to stand out, took out the hood hanging at his waist and began to cover his nose and mouth to hide them. Before his eyes, the suppression shells that landed grandly slightly in front of the men advancing ahead scattered the powder packed inside, which rode the wind and began covering the group.

Wh- What is this? Ah-choo! F-Flinch…… h-ha, ah-choo! Ha, hi…… ah-choo!

Everyone stayed on the spot and stopped moving. The man claiming to be a Bishop, who was on the platform made on the wagon in the center of them, was also repeatedly sneezing while gagging, in a situation where it was unknown what he was saying.

Tch, useless guys. It can't be helped…… do it!

When a single man mingled among the people gave a signal, dozens of arrows attacked the people.

Guh, why arrows? We don't have weapons……

Raising their voices, dozens of people fell all at once.

Look! They shot arrows at us! This is their way of doing things! At us, who are conducting a march dedicated to God, refusing to fight without holding weapons! Say everyone, is it fine to be hindered by devils here and stop God's will?

We can't forgive them. What a terrible thing to do. They are devils, hindering us. We won't let them hinder the march dedicated to God. Everyone, get them! For our comrades! Break through this highway, and we will save the people of this country!

Those responding to that man's voice were also the ones who had accompanied them claiming to be their escorts, wearing swords at their waists which they originally shouldn't possess. As if answering the man who gave the signal, the people began to raise voices of anger.

Damn it, they'd go that far! Reim inadvertently clicked his tongue, and issued instructions to his comrades to resort to 'strong measures'. Thinking calmly, the arrows flew from behind, and were not fired by Gail and the others. They hid behind the human wall of comrades and fired them secretly.

Everyone, calm down! The arrows came from behind! From inside our column! Don't erupt, we are conducting a march dedicated to God, aren't we!

Reim's shouts only echoed emptily. Frightened by fear and turned into a mob, they started running all at once toward where their hateful opponents lay in wait.

Here they come! Don't get pushed through. If we can hold out, we've got another move to make. Show them what you're made of, you bastards!

At the end of the highway where Gail and the others had readied their large shields, the people who had turned into a mob violently clashed. But…… Originally, both sides were supposed to be blown away with a fierce impact sound, and screams were supposed to echo…… But what resonated there was a soft, low impact sound, and only the spirited voices of the soldiers supporting the shields. Compared to normal large shields, their shields, which were many times thicker, acted as cushions absorbing the impact and caught the mob.

Those shields had covers placed over the normal shields, and those covers were abnormally swollen and had thickness. Large pockets were sewn onto the covers in many tiers, and inside them, cotton, clothing, and the like were fully stuffed, making them swell greatly. This was exactly the non-lethal, non-injurious shield devised by Gail, and hastily manufactured by the sewing factory lines in Gaia operating at full capacity, which would later be praised as the Shield of Gaia.

Calm down! We have no intention of hurting you. Don't mess with us, what are you saying after killing our comrades! We didn't do anything. Calm down and step back! We didn't hold weapons, just to God…… despite that!

Fruitless exchanges continued in various places. Among them, there were those who noticed that the soldiers of the Demon Territory Dukedom were equipped with mysterious shields so they themselves wouldn't get hurt, but they were pushed in by those in the rear ranks surging forward one after another, and could only raise screams.

This is bad…… in this situation they won't lend an ear. With this…… While desperately pushing them back, Gail's anxiety grew regarding the plan Alexis had contrived ahead. But…… there was no way to stop that flow.

On the front lines, the people surged forward, and the offense and defense with those standing in the way holding the Shields of Gaia continued. Seeing that, Aura made a decision.

It's not the situation we envisioned, but it might become an opportunity for Commander Gail to pull his unit back. I will begin persuading them from now on.

Along with her words, the sound of a large bell echoed throughout the area. This bell was not one normally used in the Kyle Kingdom, but something made by former people of the Imperial Kingdom living in the city of Ishtar to resemble a bell in a church in their motherland. The sound of that bell echoed loudly by a Sound Mage, and for an instant, the mob also stopped in their tracks.

My compatriots, those who praise Goddess Ishtar, I beg of you, please listen. I am Aura, who once served as a Divine Messenger governing the wind in the Istoria Imperial Kingdom, and participated in the war with the Kyle Kingdom alongside many soldiers.

Divine Messenger-sama? Uttering those words uniformly, the mob stood petrified on the spot.

Is the path to God you believe in and advance on truly correct? Is your march something that will become the salvation of the people living in this country? Please reconsider the instructions to do so, and the words that sound pleasant to you. You still have the opportunity to correct the mistake I once made.

When everyone began to listen to Aura's words, several voices erupted within the crowd.

Don't be fooled! Just now she said she's a Divine Messenger of the Imperial King! They are the Divine Messengers led by the Imperial King who made us suffer so much!

That's right! They are the atrocious Imperial King and his minions!

A part of Aura's words was conveniently snipped, and she was tripped up. Once again, hostility began to spread like ripples within the crowd.

In the first place, Divine Messenger-samas would never speak to us directly! She is a fake prepared by the atrocious Demon King!

That's right! Don't be fooled by a fake!

Once again the crowd bared their hostility, and each began to shout. What was unfortunate at this time was that the opponents were not soldiers. If it were soldiers, especially longbow soldiers, everyone knew the Wind Mage Aura, and worshipped her equally to God as an Emissary. But the opponents were mere territory residents who didn't even know Aura's name.

Once again the crowd applied pressure toward the shields, and those in the front row were pushed out strongly.

Gah!

Unable to resist the flow, a woman who was pushed out to the absolute front row before she knew it, violently clashed into the lined-up shields. Moreover, unluckily, she struck her head on the corner of a gap where the shields were linked.

Oh no, switch! Mother!

Simultaneously as two voices echoed, the crowd surged aiming for Gail, who jumped out to protect that woman, and crushed them. Among them was also a boy who jumped out raising a screaming voice.

BOSS!

Lars, who was right nearby, shrieked. In the chest of Gail, who stepped forward as if to protect the fallen woman, a dagger pierced deeply, breaking through his leather armor, and his clothes instantly began to be dyed crimson.

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