Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

176. Postwar Processing

After the Narrow naval battle, both navies of Silesier Britannian entered the Gulf of Glades in a spirit of willingness, having completely destroyed Castilian's invincible fleet.

The port of Glades is still in resistance with the Castilian Army stationed.

Isolated in enemy lands, they are exhausted.

Only with hope is Castilian's invincible fleet able to restore the sea's supply route and send us supplies and reinforcements.

"Hey, Levenant. It's work!

"Ha... tell me what to do"

I lowered the Levenant, which was wrapped in a rope and hung from the mast of the Black Cedar Army ship.

Since it would be a prisoner abuse, I wondered if I could hang it.

I was pretty mad at you for desecrating the body of a samurai (Dyson), and I did this to Sarah, so she hung me as a punishment...

But the scary thing about Lebnant is that he blushes his cheeks and gives a look of joy, even if he is tightly tied up and hung, without turning at all, but rather exhorting "Kitsy, painful, painful". My recent concern is how I can get him to give up.

"Lebnand, the job you do is to suggest surrender. The Invincible Fleet has lost, so tell them to surrender."

"What, I'll do it!

Finally, I was horrified because I succeeded in making Lebnand smile at his face.

This perverted schemer was in trouble because he would love to be subjected to any abusive behavior, but he just doesn't like to be dismissed as an ambassador for surrender recommendations.

Okay, here's the thing.

"Naturally, what do you think I let you live for? You know I'm not gonna let you surrender."

"I get it... You can do it."

When Lebnand flew by flying magic and descended into the city, the white flag was raised from the harbor without concern before it was enough.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. It'll be too soon.

You resisted so hard, what did you do...

The surrender of the enemy we had castled was too early, so much so that we hesitated to enter the port, wondering if it was some kind of trap.

"Levenant, how did you surrender..."

In a port with a white flag raised, with the lowering generals hanging their heads.

With a flashing face, he asks Lebnand, who has been waiting for us.

"What, you ordered the surrender recommendation. Until I preached a fool who would resist and inflict human harm any more. Even if we continue to fight without winning, there will only be more sacrifices in vain."

"Yeah."

I'll tell you the most, but if that's all you're gonna surrender, you're not gonna have a hard time.

"And I owe you a little something from the Commander here."

A young general, who was dismayed next door when Lebnand said so, was shaking his shoulders in dismay.

I see, are you also gripping the weakness of the enemy general? He's a real pain in the ass when he makes enemies, but he also seems like a pain in the ass to his allies.

I feel poisonous and poisonous, but not only am I a senior magician, but I am also a capable and usable man as a warrior.

From now on, we must free the port occupied by our enemies and reach an agreement to end the war by attacking Castile itself.

To that end, I saw that a man named Levnand could be used, but this worked more than I expected.

Unparalleled in the Eurasian continent, it seems that the title of Mage General is not Dada.

"Well, good luck. At this rate, if you can help me surrender, I won't take my life."

I almost ran my mouth for a second wondering what would turn me over...

You guessed it from my complexion, Lebnand hitting the nail first.

"Dear Silesier Brave...... We are here to help you deal with your defeat as soon as possible. But I will never betray His Majesty the King of the Study. If you do that, you choose to die honestly."

"Is that right?"

Lebnand looks like a shady schemer who can't help it, and I'm rather impressed that you have proper loyalty.

Blah, then I'm not sure I can handle Levnants when they tell me I'm going to betray you.

The schemer who makes me listen until he threatens his allies is a little too peaky for me.

Well, I was wondering about the other senior magician.

He called out to the colorful Munmun sorcerer, who was among the enemy demonstrators gathered in the harbor and caught his eye.

"Did you say Celestina Seylane..."

Celestina has long curly purple hair and a perfect view of her busty body lines. He's wearing a dress with a big open chest and he's more like a dancer (dancer) than a magician.

I decided not to kill him. I asked him if he could manage to be one of us, but he still refuses.

"Dear Silesier brave man, I am very happy to invite you, but the senior magician is never betrayed by the country."

"And say?

"In my case, it's because they're holding my family hostage."

"It's a likely story. Are senior magicians being held hostage because they amount to one army on their own? Can't I get my family back?"

Celestina looked a little lost but stepped down her neck to the side.

I guess there's still something called circumstances.

"I don't want to be killed either, so if you can help me, I'll lend it to you."

"Lending..."

"Whatever, you can pay with your body right now,"

Celestina sends a flush. No, no, stop tempting me.

Even though he's in a position where he's easily suspected of cheating, soldiers are watching.

No, what soldiers see as flickering are Celestina's raw white thighs, glimpses from the slit's wide open skirt.

A man's passionate outfit and tricks seemed necessary by the magical nature of Celestina, but they were also poisonous to my eyes.

"... don't mind my body, but it will be fine. It's not a bad idea to lend it to a senior magician."

"Yes, I'd like to hear one thing from you, too, if that's okay."

"Oh, my God, ask me anything."

"Aren't you a Dandor?

Celestina says so, she bites off her lips.

The black eyes staring at me wore a serious color.

"What are you, Dandol?"

I also feel like I remember hearing it from Dr. Lyle when we talked about the Kingdom of Castile, but I can't remember.

"The Dandors are a mountain people living in the Andorra Mountains, which separates the Kingdom of Silesier from the Kingdom of Castilia. Dark hair and dark eyes."

"Uh, you heard there's such a minority. I don't think I have dark hair, dark eyes, or similar skin color, but in this world, I think I'll be Oriental. It was born in the ocean at the end of the east all the way."

"This world? That's a strange way to put it. But I had an expectation that he was a Dandor. Oh, you didn't..."

"How does Celestina relate to the people of that mountain?"

"I'm a Dandor, too, and this hair is dyed purple with flower dye. The true color is black."

"Yeah, I see. Sure, I thought my skin and I were close."

Celestina, who had a tingly air, loosened her cheeks and smiled. Then we return to the usual coloured atmosphere.

For her, it must have been a serious story. I wonder if Castile has an ethnic problem.

"If you were one of my countrymen, it would be a shame if you felt so destined to travel here..."

"Right, but it certainly doesn't look alike either. Maybe our ancestors are close."

Even cruel fantasies (real fantasies) should have Orientals like me living at the end of the east.

The Orient exists because there are still travelers' journeys, and precious products such as silk originating in East Asia come across.

It's just that the people of the Eurasian continent told me that people lived on the back of the moon, and as soon as I saw my heterogeneous appearance, I knew I was Oriental because I was Dr. Lyle, a museum cheat.

I guess it wasn't so odd how I treated the 'slightly rare race' in the Silesier kingdom because there were them Dandors at the end of the south of Silesier. Perhaps you should be thankful for that.

I don't know if the Orientals and Dandors have the same ancestors. Geographically, it's almost impossible, so I also think that some kind of clap produced a factor that resembled a completely different region.

Even pale orange skin with the same dark hair black eyes has different depth of carving of the face. Still, when you look at Celestina's beautiful face, you feel nostalgic somewhere.

"Pfft, if your ancestors are close, that could be fate, too. If you want your body to thank you, you can tell me tonight."

"Ha, well of which..."

When I accidentally gave it back, I heard Kaala from somewhere, "I thought you couldn't cheat," he said.

Because that's not what I meant. Don't get me wrong because it means you'll get your loan back one of these days!

Like that, after a fun discussion with Celestina, Levenant following me with a toe bottom-up is crushing the bump.

Clarifying his ears as to what it was, he said something unsolicited, "Exactly, you're the same senior magician, but you kind of treat him differently with a man and a woman..."

Before the difference in gender, there was a large separation in the matrix, so there would be a difference, naturally.

But if you don't like Levenant, this is the time to attack.

"Levenant, because I'm a racist. To the man...... or I owe you a lot, so I'll keep it tight!

"Oh, that's terrible..."

So levnants.

So don't rub me off with a happy face, your reaction is a little scary. Should I kill him after all?

"Well, this is fine with the treatment of the Levnants..."

You still have the question of what to do with Castile's enemy generals and the soldiers.

One by one, Castilian soldiers are captured and gathered in the port of Glades, but a full-scale post-war process is about to begin.

Castile soldiers will not be killed because they have all surrendered.

Arthurs, the Britannian army wants a 'medieval treatment' for Castilian soldiers.

I mean, apart from compensation to the state, you can negotiate a ransom individually, if you can pay. The one who can't pay is to let the slaves fall.

I think it's barbaric, but it's a custom in this world, so I'm hard to argue with. It was the Britannians who attacked the land.

The officer can probably pay the ransom, but not until the end soldier.

I want to forgive slavery instead of surrendering without resisting, but it is also hard to say the air.

There, a prisoner was unloaded from the Galeas ship, the flagship of the invincible fleet, and came this way.

Obviously, a man in admiral's clothes came over here with a desperate look on his rope, but when he saw my face, he rolled over his body like he was falling over here.

I'm tied up, but I'm impotent.

A soldier restraining himself with a rope throws himself over here, crouching and screaming, even if he doesn't mind freshly making a scene about it.

"I will see you with the valiant lord of Silesier! I am Fidelico Cruna Cruz, Admiral of the Invincible Fleet. Please, I want you to help my soldiers with one death!

"No, even if they say so..."

The Admiral of the Invincible Fleet may be a great man, but he'll be in trouble if he says he's dead.

Where one enemy admiral is dead, this one has nothing to gain. Then you won't even be able to persuade the Britannians to burn in vengeance.

There, Lebnant, who had already won liberation by working with us, pinched his mouth.

He's going to send a help boat to the Admiral on his side. Well, let me do it.

"Admiral Fidelico, I can't help but say that you will die, live, and die against the valiant of Silesier. This is where it should be resolved with gold. Viscount Kruna's house will be in storage."

"Money or even time, I can manage to pay for three thousand Castilian gold coins"

"What do you think, Silesier brave man?"

"Revenant, is that a critical amount you can give me for three thousand gold coins?

"Um, yeah. Viscount Kruna, I think you're saying an honest forehead, doesn't fit well because, at any rate, the number of prisoners you're going to release is the number. Let the other generals and captains collect the gold, and we'll all put together six thousand pieces of gold."

When Lebnand said so, he heard a scream from the executive class of Castile, who was being held captive.

Some of the generals changed their blood and said, "You betrayed me!" and some people are making a scene and laugh. Life matters, but it's human beings who spare money.

In contrast, Lebnand said, "What do you do with your money and your soldiers lost!" and drank even louder.

Surprised at how unusual it is.

"The ship can be built again, the money can be made again, but only those who support the country can lose it and not take it back. You are still glorious Castilian generals, shame on you!

The rebellious army, the naval officers, were silenced one after the other by the truthful argument of Lebnand, who suddenly turned away.

The one with a really good mouth. After Lebnanto led the debate and confiscated the ships and supplies captured in Nana, a promise was made to free everyone in the port of Castilia in exchange for a ransom of six thousand gold coins.

"Arthur, is this it?

I was going to get on with Lebnand's story, but I also need to hear 'King' 's opinion at once.

The young Britannian naval king nodded as he held his glossy black jawbeard in his hand.

"I want the ship and the money, but I don't have much use for it, even with lots of slaves. It's not a bad story to solve with money. If you're talking about silesiers and britannians, splitting them in half, there's no difference here."

"I'm sorry, I can't."

As a Britannian, it is only natural that a man who cannot pay the ransom should be enslaved and rowed an oar of a galley ship.

It is also a procedure to satisfy the vengeance of the Britannians, who are leaving behind the pirated customs in colour. It will be the task of the 'King' to rule the subjects of the Britannians to persuade them to contain it.

"It was the Silesier Navy that cut the front and defeated the invincible fleet. Without Takel Sado, the valiant Silesier, if you think I might have been the one connected to the rope..., I can't even say it strongly. Let me tell my people that."

"No, this wouldn't have worked without Arthur's reinforcements."

In Arthur's favor, I was left to deal with the surrendered soldier.

They'll also follow my plan to keep Levnand making surrender recommendations.

"I don't know what to say, but when I negotiate peace with Castile, I'm also going to ask the Britannians for compensation from your union, but how much do you want?

"Ha ha, you talk about harmonious terms already, you're still a fast hand man. Right, I just want 20,000 pieces in white gold, given the huge damage here... what's wrong, what's wrong"

Arthur with a strange look because I erupted suddenly.

"No, I'm sorry I laughed"

"Right, 20,000 white gold coins is too expensive. I'm just saying that it would be that amount considering the amount of damage I suffered in this war, even if it's actually about half that amount..."

"No, I'll try to close the negotiations with that amount."

"If that's what you can do, I'm happy with it."

I laughed unexpectedly because the amount Arthur had spoken of was exactly the same as Sherry was calculating when he ripped it off of Castile as compensation to the Britannians.

Shelley's foresight is something like that.

When the fleet has been repaired, let's say we free up the port of Britain Oshima, occupied by Castile, along with Arthur.

Levenant, who bought a military envoy for a surrender recommendation, was truly competent.

Threatened with various stories, blurred, and sometimes "letters of confidence of the study king" teased to surrender bloodless the port of Britain Oshima, occupied by Castile.

The captured ship and the captured Castilian soldier became an agreement to release them sequentially as soon as the ransom arrived.

Some executive officers will be escorted to Castile on this military ship to free them first.

"Dear Silesier valiant. It's a promise, the prisoner is to be freed for a reasonable ransom. We need to enslave them without money."

"Uh, I know you don't have to say it again and again. Conditions for the liberation of prisoners make sense."

Speed is more important now than doing it right away.

If reconciliation with the Kingdom of Castilia is speeded up, civil unrest with the southern nobles and the civil conflict in Germania can be cleaned up quickly.

"I'm more worried about the treatment of reptiles (Reptilians) than about Castilian soldiers. It's a mercenary I negotiated and collected directly."

"Revenant, can't the Silesian army take over the mercenary contract with the reptiles?"

It's not just reptiles (Reptilians), fire dragons can be quite a weapon depending on how you use them too.

Suggesting so, even the mazohistic Levnants looked just as sinister.

"Exclusive agreements with reptiles (Reptilians) are the source of my power. What a terrible guy, you're even going to ass hairs!

"It's one of us that admits your terms of surrender. How to negotiate with the Devil Nation of the African continent, make sure our Kaala lectures you."

Soon, Lebnand grinned with a trance as Kaara grabbed him by the bee that was circling behind Lebnand.

"No, I can't, even if you two surround yourselves, it's heartfelt that you think I'm going to hear things so easily with these hands..."

"Well, let's take our time talking about the African continent."

Levenant's opponents are tired who will be happy to hunt them down, but they also have no choice because this is to boost their troops.

Even for Castile, you can no longer have the national power to wage war, so you shouldn't be able to help yourself with the mercenaries of reptiles (Reptilians).

In the end, what I and Kaala both blamed worked out, and Lebnand would confess the secrets of negotiating with the demonic tribes of the African continent.

The point was, we were just talking about giving them what they wanted, but their unique language and customs were investigated by Lebnand on his own feet.

Since what the demons of the African continent want is the property and food of the Eurasian continent, this can also be adequately prepared by Silesier. The takeover doesn't seem to be a problem.

The most valuable treasure Levenant has exists in this guy's brain.

I wonder if there are only about Lebnants who actually traveled through the dangerous deserts of the African continent. I could hear a lot of interesting stories.

It's only by taking it so far that it's worth putting Lebnand alive.

"It's so hot and bitter."

Barros, Castile's largest port city, was hot to do.

It's been a long time since I've been off the Black Cedar Army ship to land and wipe the sweat I pass on to my neck muscles with my hand over and over again.

The harbour of Barros, the hub of the great shipping nation, where the world's properties accumulate, is rich. Busy like the International Free City.

Beautiful cobblestones lined with a neat red brick warehouse.

Instead of having a lot of barren wasteland, there are plenty of brick factories in Castilia that are blessed with clay and peat.

For this reason, all buildings made of red bricks are used for building materials, and the harbour streets that look out from afar can be seen reddish everywhere.

Castilia is a season that hits just early in the summer. Talking about Levnants, they're going to get hotter and they're not going to be able to spend any time without taking an afternoon's sleep during the day.

Hitherto completely unconscious, Silesier's climate is warm on top of dry and prone to spending all year round.

On the other hand, the peninsula of Castilia, visible from the sea, was mostly devastated by devastated land. Without cities and villages, the dry and desolate earth just continues with the shining sun.

Going overland in Castilia is going to be a tough trip, he said.

The soil is red and lean everywhere. If you ask, it's hot and dry, and the crops don't grow well. I see, because the climate is so harsh and lean, I can be convinced that I have found a way to live in the sea.

The port of Barros is located southwest of the Castilian peninsula and serves as a relay point connecting the region with the king's capital, Castilia, in the interior. As a place to hold a pageant meeting, it would be an unparalleled location.

I asked Levnand, who was the water conductor.

"Is it hot and humid because the African continent is close already?

"Surely if you go just south of the port of Barros, you're already on the African continent. If you cross the Andorra Mountains, some people say it's already the African continent, but if you let me tell you, the heat of Castilia is a prelude. Heat waves in the desert of the African continent can't be hot."

He's a raw, white-faced Levnant with a silver-haired forehead, but he's worked out considerably better than he looks, and he doesn't float one grain of sweat on his cheek in this degree of heat. If endurance is strong for the magician's sake.

Talking about Lebnants, they say that Lango Island, where they are all dragon maidens, is easy to spend because it is still an island, but the vast desert of North Africa, where reptiles (Reptilians) live, is also life-threatening to go to humans anyway if they are a sturdy demon tribe.

Even in such a desert of death, Lebnant's story that people chased from the country lived to stick to dotted oases is really interesting.

The permafrost of the North Limit, the deserts of the South, people try to survive wherever they are driven.

Revenant, are you ready to negotiate?

"Reconciliation Negotiations… Isn't it a mistake to recommend surrender"

"Don't tear it up. I'm also the king of a country, I'll make it right before I build it."

"It's really pre-built, isn't it? It's a terrible harmonious negotiation, dammit!

When we get to this story, even DM's Revnants no longer laugh at me.

On the way here, instead of making any territorial demands, if I made a proposal for 100,000 pieces of white gold into a Levenant for compensation claims, I'd also run out of luck with the guy's indulgence bag, which I thought was going to stretch everywhere.

Absolutely not, such a demand would be made to Lebnand, who screams that the country will perish, "You just have to pay an equivalent amount of money in military ships, merchant ships, incoming shipments, etc.," he said as Shelley instructed, "Kill me first!" and blew bubbles on the spot and fainted.

I can't help but faint. 100,000 white gold coins, an astronomical figure that is absolutely impossible to pay for even if our country is asked. In the first place, that amount of white gold and gold coins in cash would not exist anywhere in this world.

Apart from our demands, of course, Castilia has been in Castilia, examining the terms of the moderation negotiations.

For example, he has also offered me the condition of sending me the title of Vice King Castile (Viserei) after ceding quite a bit of territory through Lebnanto.

If you are an ordinary nobleman, the title of that hand would be a pleasure, so I guess it is not a bad condition.

But the territory of other countries, which is difficult to govern, and the title of king, are worthless to me for sparing them. To be cursed in the shadows with a merchant brave man, all I want is cash. White gold coins, gold coins, silver coins, copper coins, and the equivalent amount of supplies are all I want.

I do not intend to deduct anything because Shelley estimates that the Kingdom of Castilia can definitely pay from the national treasury that it has accumulated over the years.

Not to mention that Lebnand would not gain a penny if he was angry at the hard work of the negotiations, so I ordered him to just convey my demands to King Castile.

That's how, sailing to sew the peninsula of Castilia, he came directly to the port of Barros to negotiate packing with the study king Fildinant.

Whether it can be peaceful or not will be decided in a meeting with the study king who called us to this land of Barros.

If the peace talks do not come together, we will quickly return to the state of combat from the current ceasefire and our fleet will gradually occupy the port of Castilia.

I was going to show off the large fleet of still alive Silesiers and show them the naval power that this one can do that at any time, and I don't think the enemy understands that when I see where there was no resistance whatsoever.

But in the unlikely event of a continuation of the war, the Castilian mainland will suffer a deadly blow that will never rise again, and we, as well, will leave our enemies behind to shrink our power and, above all, lose precious time.

Winning or losing is never going to happen again. We should want to avoid making any more unhelpful sacrifices to each other.

But, well, we don't know if human beings are going to negotiate well because they can't be so rational.

It depends on King Castile's wisdom. The king looked like he hadn't arrived at the port of Barros yet.

"Lebnand, is King Castile still here?"

"In Castile, land takes longer than sea. It's something I've never even heard in the last decade or so, such as His Majesty the Fildinant going out of his study. I can't help it, even if it's a little tricky"

"If that's the case, I can't help it."

Not that it's a hostile inspection, but if you have time, let's take a look at the bustle of Barros' harbor and let it serve as a reference for the future.

Now is the time for peace, but the cannon of the berthed Silesier ship is always on its way to the city of Barros.

Depending on how harmonious the negotiations are, they may also erupt.

Hopefully, I don't want to imitate this rich harbor town into a rolling ruin of reddish brick fragments.