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Isoir, Tower Castle Street, home to the Union of Southern Lords.

Located in the middle of the two great aristocrats of the south, the Marquis of Nant and the Earl of Agene, this small city, just with its tall and soaring main tower castle (Berkfleet), was the territory ruled by the Blanc family, a branch of the Royal Silesier, the compiler of southern aristocracy.

Well, three boys, Boltagne, who leads the Marquis de Nant's army, who lost their territory, and Josephine, the Countess of Agene, are the substantive rulers.

What is more, it was the disciplined mercenary captain who still served after the death of his employer, Marquis Pippin, who was taking command on behalf of the inexperienced three boys on the front line.

The locally powerful Union of Southern Lords assembled only 10,000 troops at the base of Isoir by recruiting in the remaining territories, but only by collecting the defeated and conscripted troops.

In contrast, a total of 7,000 prostitutes Sarah has gained momentum, albeit not the same, as each attack proceeds.

The Southern Alliance of Aristocrats was advantageous in terms of numbers alone, but the difference in morale was visible even in the recruitment of the same poorly trained peasants.

Rep. General Sarah, formerly a peasant's daughter, said he was' tax exempt for a year! 'I promised.

It is visible which is more advantageous for the people to win.

It was listed in the villages as "Brave Army Tax Exempt! 'The slogan made the people hot.

Recruits fleeing the noble army will join Sarah's courageous army more and more, so just staring at each other will eventually reverse the number of soldiers. Weak regional aristocrats have also increased the number of aristocrats who turn to Sarah's side when they are disadvantaged.

Even if I didn't make it to reinforcements, I was likely to win as I was.

By the time I had attacked the city of Nant, by the time I had reached the land of Isoir, Sarah's courageous army was also aroused to flatten out Vienne, Castle and the great city to show them the Marquis of Nant in full hand.

They worked hard to show me a good place by the time I got here.

And it was in the form of clashes between the factions of the two armies, proceeding to Isoir, home of the Union of Southern Lords.

It was busy inside when I entered the main camp of the brave army, the camp of deputy general Sarah.

As far as the already fallen Union of Southern Lords is concerned, it seems that nobles and knights have pushed back to the side of General Sarah.

The villages' evil deputies and others were Sarah, who went around punishing her... or slaughtering her, but surprisingly, the enemy nobility seems to embrace Eagle Deep.

When Sarah showed me into the tent that Sarah was there, Sarah, a girl but full of piercing locks, sat in a lavish chair as a substitute general.

The Girl General of the Silesier Prostitute Army has become a symbol of the southern peasants.

Sarah's tent is no longer a momentum between glances, laid to the luxurious velvety red carpet.

Next to the rushing throne, Sarah's deputy general's blonde youth, Mirko Rossa, and the dull silver-haired leader of the Zawerhardt soldiers surround the table with the operational map.

Sarah's tabernacle heard of the gathering, but it is balanced with wonder, in the form of an experienced and magnificent army leader assisting the young men of the bloody prostitutes.

Looking admirably at Sarah's work as a tabernacle.

A threesome of aristocratic-style men who were rubbing sesame seeds around Sarah noticed me and headed this way.

"Hey, this is His Excellency the King!" "Come on, it's the ultimate in pleasure!" "Hand out your honor, mother of honor!

I'm a godmother... Was there such a god in Silesier?

Three weird aristocrats will simultaneously slide a dungeon at my feet.

"Sarah. These guys, they're nobles, right?

I can't believe I'm just a knight because I wear luxurious ceremonial clothing with a family crest.

But this unparalleled way of laying flat does not seem very aristocratic. I can't believe you're gonna get better at this than I do.

"Yeah, it's my new minister. From the left, Baron Hestle, Baron Pattle, Baron Dustle. They call it Castle's Three Wings."

Sarah proudly introduced the three barons who were throwing themselves on the ground in a mostly five-body drop.

It's an easy name to remember, but I don't know if it's hard to remember.

Dark hair, a little mustache, a similar face, or just the size of the body characteristic? From the left, a lean knoppo, a fat little chick, a middle meat middle back that's neither of them.

I somehow remembered the words "good boy, bad boy, normal kid".

But even if it comes to the Baron, he should be an independent lord with territory.

That's the slightly lower back.

Well, I'm a king too, so nobles usually bow their heads.

For the first time, the Silesier aristocrats, who are supposed to have high temperament, lie flat on their heads all the time on the ground.

"We were forced to obey by the Marquis Pippin, so shh!" "Please, Your Majesty, just spare me the territorial feast!" "If we pledge our eternal loyalty to Her Majesty the Queen and His Lordship the Brave and the Alternate General!

I desperately bow my head too low, and the three barons are shrimping and standing on my arms, so I'm invited to laugh.

I wonder what the cont is, but these guys fell over later and followed us, so you're worried they won't be able to serve the territory.

If the territory helps, it is a desperate attempt to rub its head. If I tell you to dance, you must be dancing crazy.

These little lords say, I guess I'm forced to obey the Marquis Pippin, because it's not a lie all the time. After all, local aristocrats only care about their territory, and it doesn't matter who the top of the kingdom is on the clouds.

"These guys are surprisingly small and usable, so can the territory appease you?

"Well, it is His Excellency Deputy General Sarah who has fought on the southern front so far. I'll take care of Sarah. When I turn around, I will have territorial relief, the aristocratic territory that resisted to the end, but I am not going to take it to my life."

Look at it, it's a poor looking sanyu that only sesame rind can do, but there are some sights to say that Sarah can use it.

Mostly, it doesn't matter to me, like the little lord's fine territory.

"That's right, Silesier's brave man," "Some generosity," "That's human virtue, that's it!

When I promised him the main relief, Sanyu was ecstatic comically while praising my virtues with his mouth.

They're doing great. Looks better to hold a drum than a nobleman.

"As always, Takel is sweet as sugar. I would never forgive a nobleman or a knight who resisted to the end."

"That being said. Instead, some men can only use it if they resist to the end."

I brought him in, I guess with deputy Jeffrey.

The Marquis of Nant of the Union of Southern Aristocracy intends to hold the majority of them as kings, but all I really want is the city of Nant, the largest port city in the Kingdom of Silesier, which I plan to use as the home of the Silesier Navy.

And Nant's port is going to let Jeffrey rule as deputy as it is.

If he so desires, but there is no hand, ordinary or wartime, that does not use a man who has shown the power to do it that far.

"Well, I have to obey because Takel is the king. Now I think I'll have to pay for it, too."

"No, Sarah will take the center and lead me to the end. Whatever, you can use the army I brought you. Dr. Lyle is willing to give Sarah a hand."

Not yet, don't tell Sarah, but once you've completely put away the disturbance in the south.

In praise of this battle, we are going to let her reign over Uncle Aegene.

Some places are still dangerous, but she was the one who kept the rebellion of the Southern aristocracy under control while we were gone. That worked far beyond my imagination or Dr. Lyle's.

I have a bad habit of wanting to be discretionary right away, but I can reward you for your kung fu.

But Sarah is the Countess? I also think it looks good on me. Because of its strong independence, can it be successfully ruled?

To do so, we need to end the civil war in Silesier.

The enemy doesn't know the tactics to operate it effectively, even if they use it in appearance to see cannons and musket guns.

There are as many gaps to tactically penetrate.

"Okay, first..."

"Father of the land, may I have a word?"

Before I open my mouth to show Sarah and the others where I can take command myself without Dr. Lyle.

Kaara, who was looking at the operational map, pinches her mouth as she peeks behind me.

"What the hell, Kaala?"

"This enemy formation is terrible, isn't it?"

Sure, the enemy looks like a hard formation, but it's too dense.

They don't know it's Buddha if they eat simultaneous fire while they have artillery and cannons themselves.

"Yes, that's why I'm trying to teach Sarah and the others modern tactics right now."

"If you assault enemy headquarters from the sky with the Fire Dragon Squad, wouldn't that be one shot?"

"Oh, I see. Airborne tactics."

"In the battle ahead, this is the assault from the sky your father used. In this case, we would like to state whether this is the most effective. Of course, I'm sure the Father of the Nation is thinking about this level of military force."

... I didn't think of it, I can't say.

No, of course Fire Dragon was going to use it, but I was thinking of fighting on the same mound and winning normally because my opponent even has the same artillery or artillery squad available.

Well, we've demonstrated that launching a regular cannon won't reach the Fire Dragon.

You just have to jump across enemy lines at once and drop the main tower castle (Berkfleet) where the enemy is based.

It is a battle that seems to win no matter how, but Kaala's proposed operation will make the least sacrifice possible.

I'm not thinking of an attack coming from the sky. The most effective attack on an enemy.

"All right, let's raid from the sky and snatch the enemy's neck at once."

"Afraid!"

Jeffrey's deputy, a loyal member of the Burgund family who followed my army, grounded before me.

"What?"

"The enemy general is my you. I would like to make a surrender recommendation!

"I see, you want to encourage surrender"

"Yes."

Yes, it was.

I brought him here for that, but actually a glimpse of the battlefield makes it a sure win.

Honestly, it seems easier to raise the enemy general's neck just now.

This guy has come this far because of it, and he'll have a position. Enemy generals sacrifice less soldiers than they do to kill.

Though rebels, it makes no difference that every soldier is a people of Silesier.

"All right, I'm coming, too. Follow me."

"You tell this old man to fly in the sky on a dragon..."

Why are you pulling this off when you're telling me I'm taking you because of you?

No, of course. I'm totally used to it, but if I were a normal person, I wouldn't be flying in the sky forever.

Even that Germanian guardian knight, "The Iron Wall" Herman, was so freaked out about aerial flotation.

There's no reason to be afraid of old people.

"Uh, deputy Jeffrey. If you can't, you're a young man. I'll put up the deputy's face and try not to kill him."

"No, if it's for the young lady, I'll let you go"

Grandpa was almost half crying with his legs gushing, but still clinging to the back of the Fire Dragon. It is a loyalty that looked up, fearless of death.

Until I went to the castle of Isoir, I heard the rare screams of the old knight from behind, but I decided not to care.

The soldiers of the main tower castle (Berkfleet), the main formation of the enemy, had almost lost their temper at the time when countless fire dragons covered the sky, but some knights dared to throw arrows at them.

They were also Kaala wind magic, and every arrow unleashed was bounced off.

Just bouncing it off the shock wave, around not killing people for paranoia (it's a miracle), Kaala got really round too.

I also feel like the blown knight is somewhat dead, falling out of the window of the high main tower with too much momentum, but don't worry about the details because it's a war.

"It is Sado Takel, king general of Silesier. The difference in power is as you can see, if you stop wasting resistance and surrender, I forgive you!

Howling my drink with Kaala's magic, he proceeds to the throne room as he surrenders his enemy soldiers.

Most knights and soldiers raised their hands because they had lost their will, but some of them were poorly informed.

"What is a brave man, who submits himself to the king of the uprooted!

"I'm telling you it's no use."

The knight who was about to be slashed, or the soldier who pointed a bow over here, shot him with a magic gun (rifle) relentlessly.

Every time my magic gun sprayed fire and smashed the enemy's head with a roar, the soldiers around screamed.

From the soldiers who surrendered, I also heard a crush: "Is this the lightning magic of the valiant of Silesier..."

No, because it's not at all. Even your army used a musket gun.

Seeing as there are no artillery inside the main tower castle (Berkfleet) and no soldiers or knights to shoot at, the conservative knights still couldn't use modern weapons well.

These new weapons are quicker to learn how to use than a soldier trained in obscene warfare without preconceptions.

Without any busy resistance, continue walking to the edge of the main tower castle (Berkfleet).

On its throne sits a little Bonjour Isoir Blanc, the nominal head of the Southern Alliance of Nobles.

Bonjour of Ma Lu, whose face is painted white, is only a twelve-year-old boy.

For this reason, the top of the list will be the Boltagne Nant Burgundo, successor to the Burgundo family, who was the third son of the Pippin Marquis, who is refraining next door......

That Boltagne is also an eighteen-year-old who still has a youthful face. Besides, mediocre people get in the way, so they're jittery in the heavenly side of a castle like this.

The Southern Lords' Union is really out of character in the summit, you can't win this.

The Southern Lords Union is still working hard as an army only because the head of the mercenary regiment Zephyransas Silva, hired by the dead Marquis Pippin, is taking the lead by honoring his employment contract, also in discipline.

If you make the Burgunds admit to losing, your employment contract with Zephyransas is over, so if you subdue this pussy, it will be over.

"All of you, Silesier brave...... I didn't expect you to attack this far!

Boltagne came this way with his hands on his lower back sword.

I'm not even willing to point a gun at you anymore, I can see if you have combat experience at a glance.

The irresistible movement of the Boltagne ascendants is hardly different from those peasants there who have no war training at all, most importantly, they are not as killer.

Probably hasn't been through the actual battle yet, just to be clear, you won't be able to kill me if I stay still as I stand.

Boltagne is just shaking his hands and feet with a blurb while grasping the pattern of his sword. Although he came forward to me with momentum, he didn't think ahead of me from there.

This young martial artist has an interesting view of what he's going to do.

There, a gray-haired old man rushed in, chasing me haha breathing roughly.

He is a loyal member of the Burgund family, deputy Jeffrey. Good for you, Boltagne. Come and help me.

"Oh, no, for a while! Young lady, the valiant of Silesier says that now we will only confiscate the territory, we will not take it to the house and life. Please accept the courtesy of the brave and do not surrender!

"Grandpa, what happened to my city of Nant"

"It has all fallen into the hands of the brave, the Marquis of Nant no longer sits anywhere. The young man's job is to keep the blood muscles of the Burgunds, to live!

"Grandpa, even though I defiled the last seat of the original Burgund family, this is still the last of the Burgunds! You said you became a general because of this, but I haven't been able to make anything yet! You can't even fight for yourself and pray for your life!

"Young lady, if you want to wave your sword, please defeat me first. Cut me out of incompetence for failing to protect an important city!

"There's no way I can kill Grandpa..."

Seeing the old knight laying flat before himself, there was just something to be impressed with, the young lady of the three boys of the Marquis of Nant and he held his eyeballs by his hand.

Unable to stay put, tears spill from the eyes of the young samurai.

"Young lady! Please, this is the place!

"Aye, okay, Grandpa, don't say anything more! King General of Silesier. The Burgunds surrender. Please have mercy not only on us, but also on our young monarch."

With that said, Boltagne bowed his head with a toddler who knew nothing.

Something tells me it's settled.

"Toddler, you mean this little marijuana?"

"Who did that, and the rest was the head of the Blanc family, Bonjour Isoire Blanc...... eh, it was Silesier Albert, yeah. I'll tell you at the Orthodox King of Silesiers!

He is coated with a cheap crown on a thin peppered robe with gold leaf, and his face is painted white. That's really a decoration itself.

This child is a relative of Brugne, once Count of Lorraine and head of the Blanc family. Now, Baron Isoir says he's the head of the Blanc family.

"I wonder if you can tell by saying King General of Silesier. Bonjour, I'm sorry, but you can't be king. The Burgunds have surrendered, so we've already lost."

"Really? I can't be king for the rest, so tell me."

Oh, Bonjour. Surprisingly honest.

I thought I'd resist just more shapes, and I'm honestly depressed. He was an adorable boy who didn't even change his voice.

"Yes, you can't be king and the territory is confiscated. I'm gonna leave you a house, so you're gonna live a lot from now on."

"Really, aye. Okay. Good luck."

You have no idea, but what kind of child is this?

I guess Bonjour is simply being taught by adults to take charge and say it that way.

But why are all the Blancs putting together the southern part of the nominally Silesier kingdom, beside Rens, the founding king (Burrough)?

What makes a child white painted and hemp brow (Marumayu) is rather adorable to look at.

Will this adorable boy also be like Brugne, who was all arrogant and the lowest nobleman?

I guess that depends on education, too.

I don't imitate killing a merely ornamental, infantile child, but naturally I confiscate all the baroness Isoir territory that serves as a stronghold in the south.

With the total loss of territory, the Blanc family will no longer be even a nobleman, rather than a prestigious one, and will no longer be a source of concern.

The news of the surrender of the main tower castle (Berkfleet), the home of the enemy, raising the white flag, also reached the front line, and most soldiers surrendered on the spot.

It was no longer possible to continue the war itself because the Zephyransas mercenary regiment, whose employment contract had expired, was the enemy army's necessity.

When they drop their home base, the military is a shame.