War Chronicles of the Land of Twilight

The battle at the eastern border of the Demon Territory, in the land of “twlighit.” The cavalry of Izun versus the knight order led by Demirov of the “rising sun” kingdom.

Result of the “Great Izun Plains Battle”: Izun cavalry: Total force of 53, no deaths, 18 wounded. rising sun knight order: Total force of 205, 120 deaths, 40 wounded.

With the death of their commander Demirov, the Rising sun knight order lost their will to fight and fled. The majority of their casualties were inflicted by the Izun cavalry during the pursuit.

All wounded Izun cavalry returned to the fortress “by their own power.” The human losses were minimal, but several equipment damages occurred. Urgent repair and production are needed at the fortress workshop.

“That’s the report,” Berukuto said while reading from a parchment note.

“Good work,” Gorda responded while still wearing his armor.

“Tell everyone they did a great job and to take plenty of rest,” he added.

“Understood,” Berukuto replied and turned to the door.

“Wait, Berukuto,” Gorda called out, stopping him.

“I almost forgot to return this,” he said, holding out the sword of Berukuto that dealt the final blow to Demirov in the previous battle.

Berukuto turned and Gorda walked up to him, handing him the sword.

“What is this?” Berukuto asked curiously.

“What are you saying? It’s your sword. I can’t keep holding onto it forever. You saved me earlier. I’m grateful,” Gorda replied as he handed the sheathed sword to Berukuto.

“Um, no, please keep it, Gorda-sama,” Berukuto hesitated before shaking his head. It seemed like he didn’t understand what Gorda was saying for a moment.

“I already intended to give it to you,” Berukuto added.

“That’s not the point. Berukuto, you should have more attachment to your belongings, even if they are made the same. It’s your partner that you entrust your life to on the battlefield. You need to cherish it,” Gorda said as he pushed his arm holding the sword forward. Berukuto took the sword with both hands.

“I see. I’ll cherish it. You might be right. I understand,” Berukuto said before hugging his sword carefully with both hands.

“Alright, then. I’m leaving,”

“Take care and get some rest,”.

“Please take care of yourself too, Gorda-sama. Excuse me,”

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Berukuto leaves the room, leaving me alone.

“Phew…”

I let out a big sigh to release the tension in my body and remove my helmet and armor.

“Ugh… I’m exhausted.”

With a lighter body, I walk towards the back of the room.

“Demirov was quite skilled… I’ve never seen a suit of blue steel armor before. It’s too hard… It wasn’t a joke. My body hurts, and the recoil from using the “Demonic Sword” after a long time is coming back…”

Muttering to myself, I put my hand on the door at the end of the room. Beyond it is my “private room”.

“I’ll take you up on your offer and rest without hesitation.”

Entering my private room, I turn on the room light.

I press the “button” on the “box” and lean back on the single sofa.

The sound of the fan spinning and the access lamp flashing begin.

Then, the blue-white light of the display appears in front of me, and the 4 letters “Welcome” appear, and the operating system boots up.

Yes. In my private room, there is a “notebook computer” –

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I was reincarnated into this other world 400 subjective years ago. It may take a little while, but let me explain the circumstances leading up to this.

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Before my reincarnation, I lived in Izu, Japan, in the present day. My name when I was human was Ryuya Gorda Hatta.

At that time, I was in my mid-twenties and worked for a so-called “black company.” I had to wake up early in the morning, work late at night, had few holidays, and there were not enough staff. The only things I had were quotas and stress, so to put it simply, my job was just that. In such an environment, it was impossible for me to remain normal, and my spirit was wearing down at an alarming rate. I couldn’t even swallow my food, and my headaches didn’t go away no matter how long I waited. That’s how my days were.

Then, at a certain point, strange changes began to appear in my mind and consciousness. Looking back now, those were signs of reincarnation (summoning).

The first sign was that I couldn’t understand the meaning of the clock face, especially when I woke up or when I was extremely tired. I couldn’t grasp what the angle between the short and long hands of an analog clock meant for a moment. Gradually, it worsened to the point where I didn’t understand the meaning of the numbers on a digital clock, not just an analog one.

At that time, I was afraid of that unexplained recognition disorder-like phenomenon, so I named it “disappearance” in order to suppress that fear even a little bit.

“Disappearance” only got worse day by day.

…What should I do when the signal is red?

…How do I distinguish between kanji and alphabet?

…What does the line written on paper called “name” mean for “me”?

…Hatta? Gorda? Why does everyone repeatedly shout that “sound” at me?

Naturally, I lost my job in that state. From then on, I spent my days in fear of “disappearance,” occasionally regaining consciousness and consuming my days in terror. However, one day, I was finally attacked by a decisive “disappearance.”

The sense of standing on the ground, the recognition of gravity, “disappeared.”

I became completely panicked and ran out of the room because I couldn’t understand what it meant to stand on the floor of the room with my own feet. With that momentum, I ran up the stairs leading to the rooftop of the apartment where I lived, without any reason. I couldn’t understand the sensation or meaning of my body moving to a higher place by climbing the stairs, and that feeling of fear, as if my head was going to explode, I still remember it even after 400 years of reincarnation.

When I finally reached the rooftop, I looked up at the clear sky and felt as if my feet were stuck to colorless glass stretched out to the end of the heavens, rather than on the ground. I seriously thought that if I let go of the strength in my feet now, I would “fall” to the end of the sky where I didn’t even know how far it extended.

The fear of “falling” made it impossible for me to move my feet, and I crouched down in that spot and trembled for what seemed like an eternity.

Then, at some point after what felt like an endless amount of time, I suddenly accepted everything. In this case, it might be more accurate to say that I gave up. I was tired and didn’t care anymore.

And so, I let go of the strength in both of my feet and “fell” towards the sky from the rooftop of the apartment. Strictly speaking, only the part of me called my “soul” was “falling”. Just before I lost consciousness, “I” saw myself lying on the rooftop of the apartment, far below my feet.

And then, without any understanding, when my consciousness returned, I had been reincarnated as a resident of this “Land of twilight”, that is, as a demon.