343 I hear something's out there.

Even in the midst of the outbreak of noise involving Lianya in the dining room, the soldiers at work are on their respective platforms in all parts of the ship.

The most important of these were the soldiers in the role of spectators who were on perimeter alert.

This ship and the accompanying ships, designed by Frau from within the knowledge he has in him and built with the help of each race, hardly need to be manoeuvred once they have flown off once they have been polarized.

Institutional relations are also difficult as long as Lianya is moving from a predetermined position, and even that is only enough to monitor whether the ship's furnace is supplied with enough demonic stones.

Compared to that, the soldiers in the role of spectator must be attentive to their surroundings at four or six o'clock during their time on duty, and if they see anything that might seem a little strange on top of not having time to rest their minds, they must immediately raise the report to the department above.

"I know it's important. What a boring assignment."

It was not impossible for a soldier attached to a lookout deck provided in various parts of the battleship to divulge such a blur.

The current battleships are progressing with a brilliant illumination of their surroundings, in a situation where they can discover their presence from anywhere as long as their gaze passes.

But that can be said the same thing from the side of the battleship, and from the current situation, which allows us to retain so much vision that we have absolutely no trouble keeping watch, it is hard to think of anything that can be found unilaterally and ambushed unless there is more to it.

"Don't rot like that. In a few moments, the time for a change will come. That way, we can have it in a warm cafeteria, in a delicious meal."

A colleague of the earlier blurry soldier says that in a pair of sightseeing assignments.

I guess I didn't forget the reality of fighting the Demon King, but now I see a blurry soldier laughing as if he had been put on, shaking the subject to a meal that would be offered in the dining room more than such a dark story, which he would normally not be able to utter at all.

"So is that. It's a good thing the meals on duty are overwhelming. Long live the Count."

"Ah. I know there have been many similar stories before, but there must be no such thing as a privileged crusader as us."

It was also natural for soldiers to think so.

Previously, the event that demon kings appeared in the world if they tied together the history of the world, and that their crusade would be carried out with the brave men, was something that happened several times.

Those crusaders, however, have been blocked from their way by the temperamental forest that separates the realm of each race from the realm in which the demons live, desperately building their way in the woods without paths, fighting the monsters that strike them, reaching the realm of the demons as they blur, and yet somehow trampling the itinerary from there to the castle of the demon kings to attack the castle protected by the powerful demons on it, and finally forcing them to march just to be fed up with words that somehow establish a battle between the brave and the demon kings.

That's what makes it remarkably different this time, because, although it does spread a creepy woodland if you look down, you don't need to walk there directly at all, and somewhat fear means you can fly all the way to the demonic realm with a flying vehicle of what you feel.

"If the old guys hear about us, they're gonna trample on the estate with regret."

"That's not easy to compare."

The soldiers, who laughed face-to-face, returned to the perimeter vigilance that they had to hang in there until the time came for another change.

The observation deck is not equipped with anything like wind protection to ensure a wide view, and you will be exposed to the blowing wind properly, but you are not so concerned because the cold equipment is distributed properly.

I find it hard enough to completely cover up and hide my face, but I couldn't do anything about all this, and I just had to endure it, but it wasn't unbearable to the soldiers if it was only for a certain amount of time.

"But will the Demon King come to attack all this ship?

The Battleship itself is quite a giant ship.

Further there, two accompanying ships are flying in a way that securely protects the left and right, but the sight was just intimidating enough to let the surroundings know clearly that the beauty was like no one had ever seen before, and that if you put your hand in a light, there would be a hell of a payback waiting for you.

Regardless of whether it is on earth or not, the soldiers believe that it would not be so easy to challenge this ship to some kind of battle in the air, even if its opponents were demon kings.

"What do you think? I don't know what the demon king thinks."

"Until the Count arrived, some dragon cavalry were told that the legend existed. Besides, Master Learis, it's not a one-horse ride, it's an increase to a disappointing number for this fight."

"We can't conquer the world if we don't have enough power to fly."

It was a reality that could not be overstated.

Even if you look out for a presence outside common sense called Lianya, you can't go wrong thinking that if you have the offensive power of a battleship and the power of a dragon cavalry aboard an accompanying ship, you won't find a nation anywhere in the world that can be fathomed.

"Maybe this Demon King crusade is an easy win!

"I hope so... be on good alert. Sometimes if you miss something, you just don't get it in your diet, or you get punished."

"I know. He said he was watching."

He was a soldier who looked like he was talking nonsense, but he wasn't saying anything that he really thought he was.

Though we know that alert duty is important, if we hadn't talked about something, we might have lost our drowsiness, and even if it wasn't about free time, it was true that we were hand-held, and that was what it meant to kill time.

But the soldier, distracted by the story and failing to be vigilant, thought that it would be exactly the end of the story and that he would have to keep his mind tight, turned his gaze back to the distance again, and blinked his eyes, feeling like something had come of it, in the light of the great moon in the sky he looked up to.

"Are you sure you're looking at this right? If you're in pairs, you're gonna end up pissed off at me for your failure, so hold on, okay?

"Oh, hey?

"What the fuck? Nothing. I really don't think you're skipping, do you? Just distracted by the conversation..."

"I don't care about that. I just... felt like I was flying up there."

"Up? On this ship?

The said soldier looks up over his head.

The sky was pitch-black and the stars were shining, and I guess the moon, which looked large at first sight, was not about to lose the light emitted by the battleship, but I could see it emitting a white and strong light.

That's how I was a soldier staring into the sky for a while, but without being able to find something like what my colleague said, I turn my gaze back to my neighboring colleague.

"You don't see anything, do you?

"I felt like there was something going on. I hope I saw it wrong..."

"It's pretty much flying over this ship, isn't it? This ship itself should be flying pretty high, and that's the only way to fly over this..."

The soldier, though, turns his thoughts to the existence that we are about to deal with.

At least the opponent is a demon king at the top of the Demon Clan, and his own thoughts as a soldier at a time are inconsiderable, and not something that can be considered by our common sense.

Of a battleship flying at heights that only a dragon can reach, I also think that if the hand of such existence is on it, it is not impossible.

"Am I mistaken?

"I don't know... let's raise the report this morning. Anyway, he's the demon king. It's no wonder we've been doing things we can't think of."

To raise the report from the observation deck, other than contacting the competent department from the voice tube provided there.

The soldier immediately opened the lid, which was closing the voice tube, and pulled his mouth and shouted.

"Report! From Observatory XIV! There are suspicious shadows flying overhead. Note that it is not confirmed"

"Report. Copy. Confirm. Stay alert."

Copy that. Proceed with the mission.

Responses from reporting sources were quick.

And the response is quick again.

While unconfirmed, he thought that if the soldiers saw the shadows, they would have to be checked by the owners of the senses that were better than the soldiers.

It is primarily the people who are taking on the task of seeing things.

This is because it is the most numerous of the participating soldiers, but its abilities are not prominent, and if we are to confirm it, we can only ask for a species with a better sense than that.

The security department, which had compiled the report from the observation deck, immediately began checking to see if there were any other species available.

As a matter of fact, I can say that people are the lowest when I think of something that is capable.

Because although the other species are long and short, when it comes to sensations such as vision and smell, it can be said that every race is superior to the human race.

The security officer, who thought it was anyone, was lucky enough to make contact with someone who could be considered the strongest card.

"Where am I supposed to get out of here?

"The report comes from Observatory XIV. But I mean overhead, so I guess it's okay to get out of here."

It was Emil, one of the brave men, who the security personnel were able to contact.

It was Emil who was acting with the other brave men, but he was acting alone because other brave men, including Leppard, had gone to the dining room to eat.

Somehow, because I felt an unpleasant atmosphere in the dining room, that was why I was contacted while I was at a distance to escape from the direction of the dining room, which was somewhat fussy.

"Properly outside, huh? It's kind of a hassle."

Having said that, Emil finds and opens a hatch to get out of the hull and faces out of it.

Apparently, they've opened the hatch for maintenance, and there's nothing outside that protects them from leaving them exposed.

While I should have at least opened the hatch leading to the observation deck, Emil leaped out of the boat without even taking the wind pressure that was blowing, putting his hand on the ladder on the boat's belly and closing the hatch.

"Uh, where was the Fourteenth Object?"

As for the map on board, it is, to some extent, Emil in his head.

Digging back into that memory, Emil looked up at the sky feeling signs of something as she slowly began to climb the ladder, thinking about where she was and where the viewing deck had been reported.

As always, there is a large white moon in the pitch-black sky that emits light that does not make you feel the heat.

Emil, who had been watching the moon for a while, gazed at the pitch-black sky near that moon, capturing something moving.

Immediately looking around, Emil, not so far away from the ladder she was climbing, sees one lookout table, though she didn't know what the number was, without hesitation, hands off the ladder and runs out telling her belly, which has nothing to support, etc.

Meanwhile, the soldiers on the observation deck were suddenly staring with incredible eyes at Emil rushing over at full speed, with his body knocked down at right angles against the ship's belly.

At least in the ability of the people, there is no way they can imitate the belly of a battleship that is flying at considerable speeds, but also unsupported.

Perhaps Count Knugi has blurred his mind that he might be able to do so, and Emil, who came running down the ship's belly, jumps into the observation deck.

"Yu, yu, yu, brave man!?

"Will you talk to me later? What's the number here?

A soldier in an upright immobilized position answers with an upright voice, questioned by Emil, who opened the lid of the transmission tube with a momentum that could be ripped off.

"It's observation deck fifty-nine!

"Report! Emil tells us from Observatory 59! There's a shadow over the ship's head! Repeat, check the shadow over the ship's head! There's something! Let the alarm go off!

Emil's voice, like a chopped feather, sounded enough to tell not only the soldiers at the observation deck, but also the personnel at the end of the voice tube, that the situation was pressing.

And it immediately caused an alarm to go aboard, which led to an increase in the level of alert.