Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Naturally, every thing has a cause and results for the first time. That's the same no matter how unclamped the event may be. Some of the facts that were overlooked by those who lived in that era, coupled in a number of pearls, push things to a particular event.

The same goes for this war. A war broke out one day abruptly, with a unilateral announcement from the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren. Even by the time it got there, countless events existed that should also be described as ambush lines.

One. Massive outbreak of demons that occurred within Zanktogaren.

This problem, which has plagued the country since last year, was not seen so heavily by other countries. Anyway, the strong demons of Zanktogaren are a common perception in the Ithusela continent. If this were enough catastrophe to swallow the city, there would have been noise about the resurrection of the Soo Demon King. However, it is mostly a mountain of inferior monsters that have actually overflowed from the forest zone known as the 'Black Forest'. Officials from various countries appeased. If you think of it, isn't it just goblins and oaks? Although it is true that there are some powerful demons mixed together, none of them are intelligent enough to be at the core of a major offense. No matter how many, they must be eliminated not far away.

But still, demons are demons. It is a dangerous creature that makes revenge on mankind an existential thing. Kill humans and animals, take food, defile fields and destroy villages. In fact, several villages crumbled in the peripheral rural areas, and vast fields were devoured like locusts by omnivorous demons. The country's food situation deteriorated rapidly.

Two. Economic friction with the Kingdom of Arquelle.

Since the war fifty years ago, the two countries of Zanktogaren and Arquel have maintained their lines of reconciliation. Although there were territorial problems and cultural rivalries, there are also the presence of the Kingdom of Marlbearers, which is aimed at the interests of fishermen between the two countries, and the enemy demons common to mankind. Once you've shelved your remorse, you're not stingy enough to take a joint gait.

Specifically, exchanges through exchange of international students between the two countries. Marriage policy between aristocrats. And it's a collaboration in economic terms. In particular, the food relationship was in demand for produce from Arquel, which could also be considered a continental food depot, and there was a booming trade.

What changed that was the Great Fire in Wangdu last year.

The fire that burned down Brosenne, the king's capital of the kingdom of Arquelle, caused massive numbers of refugees. Not if you are exporting food to another country to feed them. If we had prioritized the deal over this period, it would have been possible for the hungry people to be neglected and mobbed and even for example activists to come back.

It is on the Zanktogaren side that it is frustrating. The same is true of them who, in the same year, are being attacked and starved by the scourge of the great outbreak of demons. No, this one is more serious for what is originally being watered down by high agricultural production and being hit by the barn zone. How easy is it for Arquelle to beat up an urban area that hardly contributes to food production and yet kettle the amount of money he turns this way? Many voices shouted that emotionally in Zanktogaren.

Nevertheless, there is also a say on the part of Arquelle. The heart of the nation, the main artery of distribution, streets stretch here as well. Neither will the transport network be restored unless the affected King's Capital is taken care of. Therefore, in order to embarrass the dissatisfaction of the people of Wangdu and improve security, it is not humane to want to turn the food here. Besides, if they were the same people, it would be the legitimate exchangers who would give precedence to their own people.

It is a true argument. But if you're full of honesty, there's no difficulty. The Xanctogallenians, gasping for food shortages and high prices, turn their grievances to neighboring countries who will gradually consume enough food just to roar in the king's capital.

It was the outflow of currency that stabbed Todome in this. To deal with the aforementioned demonic mass outbreak, a large number of adventurers from the Kingdom of Arquel travel to Zanktogaren. Demons also have the great nickname of the common enemies of mankind, and the greedy adventurers showed up to earn money in neighbouring countries one after another for the opportunity to make money. This made it possible to deal with the demonic threat, but when it was over, another problem emerged.

Money.

You naturally have to pay the Adventurer Alliance to ask for a demonic crusade. From there an intermediary fee is deducted and a reward is paid to the Adventurer. It is natural. If it's normal, there's nothing wrong with it. Because the adventurers drop money on the city where they are based, on food and drink, on the use of accommodation, on the purchase of equipment and tools, and on amusement, which is the laundry of their lives. That's how some of the money you spent on the request should be returned.

But only this time, it's not on its own. The Alquarian adventurers crossed to Zanktogaren in Russia or Russia to coincide with the mass outbreak of demons. For them, the culture of the neighbouring country was unfamiliar and, clearly, often unsuitable for their skin. Meals, liquor and sex are as if they were exotic lands of their own accord. Many said they were dysfunctional without being able to adapt to it.

- After all, the barbarian lands of the East are not suitable for sex.

While they were so tsunami, they made a request and saved money. They were just on their way home. Take the gold and silver coins as mountains, which would have been somewhat restored to the land where the request was originally made. It is a decision that it is better to buy good food, alcohol, or women in your own country. Zanktogaren's gold and silver holdings decreased at a rate far exceeding prior assumptions.

Later what remained was a hunger-gasping people and lonely cities, a currency lacking in burgeoning food prices. It is a tragic situation. Zanktogaren's anti-Alcohol sentiments grew more and more. It would be natural for food to be ketched and even gold ed.

On the one hand the Arquelle side was a swallowing one. They didn't understand what it meant to do what they did. What, this is the same reason that there was a disaster, and there will be no choice but to delay the export of food somewhat. Instead, the adventurers of our country have also turned to the crisis in your country, so I would like you to thank me... that is what the perception of the great people was.

Diplomacy between the two countries comes with serious obstacles. Due to differences in perception, the claims of both sides do not engage at all and only cause frustration to the other who cannot hold their own opinions against each other. For fifty years, cohesion policy had been transformed into a sandy cabinet within a year.

I crossed the year in that situation. Even as the years changed, the situation remained the same. foodstuffs not exported. just go home adventurer. Rural areas with no prospect of reconstruction. Zanktogaren's patience exceeded its limits.

- My country is doomed because of the unselfish behaviour of the West.

- Get back what was taken from you by Arquel.

- It's war. Once again, it drools me of education for the abandoned ones who forgot their lesson fifty years ago.

When it was decided so, the movement of Xanctogallen, a land of forests and sperm, was sensitive. He exchanged troops from the painful food situation, secretly mobilized them, and waited for the time of the war.

War begins just before harvest season. The aim is to secure food. Take away the grain of the abundant Arquelle, and thus outstrip the hunger of the people.

The question was where to attack in the fight. Common sense would have to bypass the mountains separating the two countries and attack them from Lord Armando in the north. But there was a problem with that.

It is self-evident, even from the side of Arquel, that if it is to be attacked, it is from there. Not to mention his land, which also faces the North Ocean, was well placed to prepare for the marlbearers that separated the straits. Above and beyond what is expected of a fierce battle, it is first impossible to let fall within a short period of time. You'd also be hesitant to attack foolishly and honestly into such a place.

And long wars and depletion wars are a gateway to the status quo Zanktogaren. The famine and the economic crisis are causing the power of the country itself to fall. In challenging the race to keep running until one of them fell, etc., it was visible that this one would do its best first.

Armando's offense cannot be positively attacked. So, what do we do?

After several days of discussion, the warring theorists eventually turned their attention to a certain land.

Voldan province, the land adjacent to the Zanktogarenian Elps-Rottlergen, which separates the mountains. The altitude of the mountain mass is somewhat lower than that of other borders. Can't we ambush the land beyond the mountains?

Whatever the case, it's not that we've decided on that conclusion.

Beyond the mountains there is danger. There is also the danger of losing soldiers due to falls and shipwrecks during the march, as well as the realm of demons in the mountains. In addition, horses have difficult passage and poor replenishment efficiency.

But it's also hard to get rid of the appeal of electric surprise success. We can't afford Zanktogaren for a few minutes. When it comes to war in the midst of food scarcity, thoughts are skewed by surprise attacks, where a blow is a major blow.

And one general made one recommendation.

"... fifty years ago in the war, where did their fallen soldiers flee to their country?

The war in which Zanktogaren won the western half of Elps-Rottlergen. The Arquelle side was devastated by the loss of the army's head of state in the crossfire and lost its organizational resistance. Naturally, the Zanktogaren side did not miss a destructive enemy and tried to expand the scourge of war. Nevertheless, many enemies fled more than the battlefield and could not strike as hard as they had estimated. It is a difficult situation to withdraw by losing many senior commanders and organizing them. Also, the Armando side should have laid a blockade line as a natural retreat route.

What if he fled from Elps-Rottlergen to Voldan, over the mountains?

Fifty years ago, there was also political chaos, such as the solemnity of the nobility who worked so arbitrarily as to lead to the opening of the war, that the investigation into that point has been unfulfilled. After the war, we had also cut the helm on the policy of reconciliation and peace, and we were cautious in our actions to steam back the past and bring back tensions between the two countries.

When recommendations are received and investigations into mountain ranges are conducted in confidence, surprising facts are found. Oh, my God, didn't we find a way to such an extent that the troops couldn't even get through? Whether or not demons exist as mountain habits, strength is not enough. If it is a sufficient army, it will be easily dispensed with. All the defeated soldiers half a century ago must have fled back down this road. Conversely, now we can use ourselves to attack Voldan - into the kingdom of Arquelle.

The ambush operation on Vordan was thus decided.

The army across the mountain electrically dominated and garrisoned the city. Collect food and enter over winter. In the spring, when the snow melts, he stretches his forefingers all over the kingdom of Arquelle, causing the streets to be dimensioned and causing economic blows. The invading forces will be a small number in the operation of surprise raids without insurance. In support of this, the Zanktogaren Army HQ entered Armando. If the enemy shows a Voldan rescue move, they attack Armando, whose defenses have diminished, and vice versa, if they try to support this one, the ambush forces will fully decide on their soft flanks. Using this blow, he draws from Arquel the harmony in favorable conditions, such as large compensation payments. Strike enemy countries with ambush troops and main units, and take a stand that seriously threatens the kingdom of Arquel….

That was their plan. The plan was completely confidential and seemed to have been transferred to execution......

But there was also only one man in the kingdom of Arquelle who was fully aware of this. Not only did he foresee and assume the 'next war' with Zanktogaren in this way, and even moved for it.

Georges Henri Lavalle, Marquis of the Kingdom. Former head of the centralist nobility. And stands out as a man who should have promoted a policy of bilateral cohesion. And he was also one of those who must have gone down that mountain path during the defeat fifty years ago.

"Yeah, it's always this one! What do you want now? It's time for national disaster!?

Uncle Langogne roared as he fisted to the table too angrily. And he drove Linus insane, and therefore Lavalle out of the chief of the faction: but he was in heaven for the tidings of the war of water in his sleep ears. Even rushing to prepare for the war was a series of setbacks from scratch.

If it is war first, it is force that will be needed. If you are a regular nobleman, you recruit soldiers from the territory you receive, along with the martial officers of the minister who will be your commander, to form a legion of soldiers. but I can't use that hand for a langogne that belongs to a centralist. His house, which was a reigning and high court minister, is considerably smaller than that of a local lord of the same rank in the title. In belonging to the centralists, it will be about that abominable Lavalle, who is a diver from the decentralists - and now downfield and leaving the King's Capital - who can secure enough troops in front of himself. Those still leave a large area.

So how do aristocrats like Rangogne construct their power as they enter the war? It's decided, if you can't prepare it in front of yourself, you'll have to bring it from elsewhere.

Hire mercenaries. A warrior hired for money. Unlike adventurers who exorcise demons, human meat vendors replace the same human life with money. Bandits with armaments, not knowing chivalry and lacking loyalty... are thus an abominable race, but for the aristocracy lacking in territory, one of the few places of war.

But it costs enormously to bring in a convoluted number of mercenaries - who are in the army and just don't lose their presence, and who can only be expected to set up a handle - a force. Enough to crush the Count's life in a single battle.

In order not to do so, you have to get a loan from a gold loan to raise war money. I shouldn't.

"Merchants! You copper-smelling money-keepers on your fingers! Look at this Uncle Langogne's foot!

In this way, it was the truth that it was already difficult at the time of financing.

Even if merchants are asked to lend, they are reluctant to borrow the amount at a time, or interest is estimated to be unusually high. This was ironically due to the fact that Uncle Langogne was quite a clean nobleman. Avoid expensive shopping that leans toward you, and be strictly cautious about the kind of darkless debt you owe. The kinds of works of art also preferred those of young men whose qualities were not budded to those of the well-known landlords on that path. It is also his fame that many people get footlights from it's hang-ups, but is this story a little snakefoot?

Together, although it is a good clean deed to say virtue if it is meant to be, for this reason the relationship with the gold lending is thin and no trust has been established. The lender also has no idea how much to lend, and what the borrower's ability to pay for the loan is. Large loans would not be possible with this.

Still, if you open your chest collar and negotiate tenaciously, you could have won the trust there, even in a short time. but here again his noble spirit gets in the way.

Uncle Langogne was a biological nobleman. He took it for granted that he would be fought by civilians and, conversely, believed that it was impossible for nobles to bow their heads to civilians. If it was possible, I even thought the man was not a nobleman. In other words, it was not of such a character that it could be conceded to the merchants who were civilians.

If it were a Turius Ovenil, I wouldn't have hesitated to bow my head. So if the money gets what it's intended for, bow your head as much as you can. Anyway, he is a man who has been earning money selling handmade potions since childhood. I knew from experience that if I negotiated with a merchant, that would also be an option to choose from. Since birth in the first place, he is a heretic child who believed that the identity system was something to be used and not to be blind to.

If he kicked Linus Ovenil off during this time, he has other options. That unfortunate young man had a large territory, and he was good at fine counting and planning businesses. Instead of bowing his head, he would be able to prepare any number of materials that would facilitate negotiations by poking at deficiencies in the conditions offered or by drawing the other party into a business in the territory.... if my brother's bad rumors don't pull his leg.

Neither can Langogne. To concede without hesitation, like that madman, or to prepare alternatives, like the man who was deranged the other day.

Stuck in a jam, he could only groan in his room.

There,

Sir, we have visitors.

With Knock, the butler's voice was hung.

"At this critical time, you say you're a guest?

I say that to my surprise. But shortly afterwards, he shrugged his face away from us. I wonder where and who is treading the estate without even floating around to fund it in that time of crisis.

He asks across the door in a grumpy and dewy voice.

"Who?

"Ha, it's His Excellency Maeban"

My tongue pounding almost leaked by accident. It's an arrangement I don't want to see as much as possible. Count Meervan was a contender the other day when he came to Lavalle's exile to outrun his position within the faction. As it was yesterday, Rangogne's position as a faction leader is still precarious. I don't want to show a man like that at this time of year the way he looked from the beginning of an important battle.

Or so I couldn't possibly not see him. The inner part, however, is a comrade belonging to the same valves, and the title is the same. And your age is better than yours. Such as turning down such an opponent's visit, that makes it another source of bad rumors.

He had no choice but to give permission.

"Will you excuse me?"

A magnificent man who has come into the room in an unsolicited manner that he does not consider rude. Rangogne thanked the nobleman for all his form, whose stubbornness also appeared on his face.

"... This is Uncle Meerban. I'm in a good mood. So, what can I do for you at home?

Meervan mutters his nose as if he had seen through the bottom of his heart, cutting out at the aperture.

"No, what. I pinched it in my ear when you were having difficulty preparing for the battle. Depends on how you're feeling."

Look, I'm here. For the most part, Rangogne interpreted it as if he had come to argue his own loss, a rival. He laughs, hiding his abominable insides.

"Ha ha... this is another odd rumor"

"Rumors?

"Let's be right, huh? This importance of fighting the East for the first time in half a century. I didn't know I was arching my hand in front of it or anything like that and going up to the edge of my mouth. No, it's really weird. Ten million."

Laughing, he lists countless names and faces in his head. Who told you that?

In contrast, Meerban also creates a grin to loosen his stubborn expression.

"Was it? No, even if it is. I can hear Uncle Langogne's comforting words and relieve myself from the core."

How dare you? The inside is in the habit of being discouraged without being able to follow the other person's faults, or mocking him through his strengths. Langogne says in the guise of a flat face, while making him even more irritated.

"You don't seem to be a rigid nobleman to be disturbed by such gossip. Speaking of which, how's it going with you?

"Mm? How's it going, what?

"... don't be in love. Armaments. Is it slightly unfair that you didn't ask how you were doing when you answered this question?

"Oh, do this. That's the best part of it. Yes, it is."

Meervan counts fingerfolds so that he doesn't wear them. And I was wondering if Langogne would be in a hurry.

"-About, like, four grand."

That's what I told you.

"Four thousand?

Langogne blinks her eyes. Glad to see that, Maeban continued.

"Less? If you're the Count, it's the market to have this double. No, it's all about sweat."

This man says so, but it is a criterion of regional aristocracy with a wide territory. As a central aristocrat who is always entrusted to serve the King's capital and the Royal Palace, it may be said that it is a broken number.

"Oh, are you a mercenary? How dare you? That's all you brought in?

"No, what. To tell you the truth, I owe you a little money from some familiar merchants. This battle will be painful if you don't win the prize. Ha ha, it's usually repayment. Something is stuck with what it is, but the disaster turns to bliss. It's not good or bad to be borrowing money!

And the debtor man laughed in front of a man who couldn't even borrow money.

(Stupid, what are you laughing at? Is it so strange to live in luxury and chaos that you get along with debt taking?... it's your head that's weird)

Langogne looks at the man in front of him in a state of staring down. No matter, don't show such emotion when you stand up.

"No, Uncle Meerban is rigid! You did the best you could. Hahaha!

It made him laugh even more when he was in tune.

... whatever, it would be obvious to a well-rounded Meerban, such as the heart of the still young aristocracy in front of him.

(... Huh. Thirty Roads is past, but you're a hell of a boy)

From him, who is old, he is the only chick who knows about the aristocratic society such as Rangogne - which is also a limited one only within the king's capital. I don't know how to behave as a merchant, I don't have any experience with the local nobles of Haiqian Mountain Thousand, I'm just a dreamer who exhales pneumonia with his buddies in the salon.

Indeed, this man would be the leader of a young aristocracy, in a centralist. But you can never be a leader other than a young man. Convince people with different dreams or deal with old people after they have finished dreaming and come up with realistic suggestions. I haven't been able to do that. This man's tongue only works on what is immersed in the same dream. That's why I can't withdraw a single loan from a merchant.

Indeed, there is momentum in the loss of youth. The momentum drove Lavalle from the leader of the Temporary Faction. But then it doesn't last. He had planned to overwhelm the Decentralists by working with the example [Slave Killer], but he would not have had a specific plan for it.

How do we deal with the Decentralists for tying with Turius? Even the law that binds the provinces makes them weak? However, there naturally arises a backlash from the Turius clan, which is essentially based on the region, in the measures to control the region. How do you embarrass that? Or do you threaten the Decentralists with force to bully the numbers? In that case, the decentralists would also resist by force. If you hit bad, you're ready to cut the rudder in the direction of a civil war? And if it is an exercise of strength, Turius, who can put in troops such as Dordolan, will take the lead, and there is a risk that the totalitarians will be taken over from within. How are we going to solve these problems?

... Rangogne has not been able to come up with any clear answers to the countless propositions that spring up. All you have to do is summon them to even count and take power. Naturally, no one will get on a plan that doesn't count for anything. Even that Chamberlain is pointing that way. If you can metaphor a centralist as a single tree, a branch called Langogne is so thin and weak and fruitless that bats hesitate to hang.

(If this man takes the lead, our sect will end)

Meervan ruled so with a dark thought.

When this happens, we still have to call Lavalle back. I'm talking about that sleeper. He'll have some measures to get back out anyway. Proof of this is the light deposit of position with this easy cook. I help this in the stream, and when an old man who has lived long enough retires, I even think about taking over the foundation - and realize it.

I'm not young anymore, either. I've already got my hands on sixty large platforms. From the point of view of average life expectancy, people wonder even if they fall ill and hide or stay awake. It is not strange to be picked up whenever it comes to Lavalle. Even so, the young representative who should be entrusted with the aftermath is this in front of him.

Even the dark feelings got darker.

(… even now, do you want to train?)

Second, I think of a man who's about to be thirty. Given my age, it was time to go in and prepare to give up my position. Should I at least be educated to be better off than Langogne, within the black of my own eyes, in conjunction with that? Tomorrow doesn't always come the same way as today. In fact, it didn't occur to you until just a week ago that soldiers from neighbouring countries would attack this country, etc.

Meervan, who solidifies her thoughts, is hung by a voice disguised as worried.

"How have you been, Count Meervan? Looks like you're a little bit of a comic, huh?

Behind the voice of kindness, I could see the thought of looking down on those who were older than me. It's so obvious, you can't. I put up with what I want to say and laugh off lavishly.

"Ha. No, what, a match is a precious experience when it comes to murder. I don't know what to do this time, but I thought I'd let you help me."

"Wow! Your kindness, I really feel it. I also know that I have a lot to learn from now."

(If that special victory is true, the troubles of Nong are hard to overcome.)

A nobleman plugged into an old slope before a more serious problem than war if poorly done, bite his sigh to death diligently.

"- Well, Uncle Langogne of the King's Capital, everything seems to be going like this."

"Wow..."

While preparing for the battle, I accidentally covered my eyes when I heard what Ruber had received from Wang Du's intelligence agents. That Count, Viktor has just had a terrible reputation. Even though we did everything we could to take the position of leading the centralist - you wouldn't know who he is - he was trying to show off his horse leg early. Then the handover with the center of the corner will soon lose its legs. No, it was difficult to navigate without suppressing the rebellion within the faction even trying to hold a handover from there in the first place?... increasingly unsaveable.

"Steady, though tentative, I wonder why the centralist heads are rushing around to that again... if it were normal, we could do it for the convenience of a connected general and strengthen our own voice with their effects"

At least this one is better than a court politician leading a soldier to the front. In other words, the war amateur is in command, and he leads these armed gorots who are mercenaries? Can you control it, that? I think a bad move could lead to a looting by both armies in Voldan.

"That's it. The effect of the Lavalle Marquis change seems to have cut off with the military personnel connected with the faction through him. That old body was a great benefactor of Kingsguard expansion, so the Kingsguard Knights in particular will have mistrust for Uncle Langonne."

The answer to the casual question was even more serious. Even the centralists have broken the relationship with the need for force to hold the center of the heart. Billboard falls were also artistic when they got this far. It's so artistic that I want it to explode as it is.

Or if you want to chase down Lavalle, you'll probably root around it. Do you even want to commit suicide that it's a coup without even holding back your actual work force?

"You've been hit... when you can't hold on to the Kingsguard and you can't negotiate properly with the merchants, Uncle Langogne can't do it anymore. Sooner or later, that old man will breathe back."

"This, too, is what Marquis Lavalle was after?

"It would be obvious"

I get stunned by accident. [M]

"My grandfather had meetings with merchants everywhere to raise supplies for the reconstruction of Wangdu, didn't he? Daitang, anticipating the time when Uncle Langonne fell into more and more clogs, he returns to the King's Capital, dictating the merchants and pulling war expenses, supplies and mercenaries. I'm going to blossom with that achievement."

Hang on, you guys are in charge of this kind of politics.

"… if I were to make up for your words, I would supposedly provide the military with a substantial amount of food and supplies, not only from merchants, but even more so myself. I guess you're just gonna spit out what you've been scratching up on the reconstruction plan here. I saved up in my pocket and stopped the spill to stir up Zanktogaren."

and Viktor. The boulder reads the thoughts of my hider, Grandpa, perfectly. Well, since we've been in a situation where we haven't even stopped the other guy from moving, we might be losing him late.

Looking at Rubel, he was still shaking his head unbelievably.

"Are you sure? Because it's war, isn't it? Is that all you want to do for a ruse?

"You will."

Viktor tells me to throw up.

"The man's original enemy is Zanktogaren. I have also heard that we have begun to seek blatant centralisation since we lost to some countries fifty years ago. If you think about it, it's not surprising that everything you've ever planned was for this fight."

"Even so, the beating is too much...... what if Zanktogaren comes from the Duke of Armando territory? No, Ning Lo, the battlefield will definitely be that way. On the contrary, if we hadn't set up a plan to lose our former masters..."

"It doesn't matter either way, for that grandfather"

Yeah, just think about it and you'll see.

"Even though the Duke of Armando draws royal blood, he is in the end a nobleman with a great seal in the province. As a totalitarian, you must be an obstacle. Hope or fulfill it if it wears off. Because of the thick defenses in the first place, it's easier to win the war if you force me over there. You don't mind if I don't have my hands on it. If he stays in charge, I will fight Xanctogallen under his command. Let him die on unscrupulous orders. I don't know what I can do."

Lavalle's enemies are able to damage it no matter how it falls. He's a grandfather who thinks really bad things.

The only neck is if you can beat Zanktogaren in such a messy political situation...... I guess you're willing to win.

Somehow, they're like locusts attacking us because we don't have enough food over there. Short-term showdown aiming is more obvious than seeing fire. By contrast, Lavalle has luxurious food and can fight for as long as he wants. Is the most robust way to consolidate Armando's defenses and suppress enemy reinforcements around the north, while defeating and annihilating the other offense where it reaches its limits? This has a good chance of winning on the side of the Kingdom of Arquel.

The strategy on the part of Zanktogaren presupposes that the Kingdom of Arquel has not moved into a wartime system or that it will take time to do so. Lavalle is willing to read through it and repeat it from that premise. Wake up from the shock of the ambush and it will be in the favor of the Arquelle side, who can go fully institutionalized and beat him back.

Like fifty years ago, if we don't even play dumb, reversing by eating a surprise attack on a quote that made Gdagda look like a fighter on a battlefield we should be able to win.

"So are we sacrificing ourselves to accomplish that monster's petition? You won't be saved."

As Viktor said, our safety is outweighed by the war plan that Lavalle would have put in place. No, you'd be willing to sacrifice it completely. Because if the inner worry would crush the balls as a stopping point to stop the external illness, it would be all hail. And if you survive this war, you can also punish them for failing to protect the land that they kept from the king while in Count status. If you want to defy us, point the army that defeated Zanktogaren at us in a way that drives the excess. It's a future diagram that can't really be saved.

"Absolutely. So we have to do our best not to."

When I hang out with Viktor, I look at Rubel.

"Have you been good at it? Even though the fox or the raccoon's grandfather is still motivated."

"- Yeah, finally. I'm sorry, I seem to have been a little disturbed."

I don't feel a little disturbed earlier, but, well, good. If you have settled down with understanding, from now on, let's work calmly and discreetly like a minister and a bureaucrat.

This is the end of the spectrum, and whoever this thing is at the mercy of. Now we have to figure out how to fight.

and there,

"Excuse me. Opus 02 Dooe Schwartzer, and the Dordolan Borderline Lord."

Uni came back with the two men who were out to grasp the armament.

"No, it's been a long time, sir."

"Excuse me."

The look on Douhe's face, although I can hear his worries about the serious situation, has not come up with anything more. Zanktogaren should have been his home country, but, well, that country is also a stopover for the Oriental Marquis. Now I guess it's not made up to inspire a sense of belonging. In the first place, he was a more rootless adventurer than he was.

I'm more concerned about the Buddha top surface of the Dordolan border uncle than that.

"I wonder, what's the situation here?

"Bad, not even enough words. It sucks."

The words of the aristocracy, which continued to quell the western part of the kingdom, echoed in his ears, conceiving the gravity.

Dooe takes over and continues as she scratches her head with her shin.

"First of all, I don't care what you think, I don't have enough troops. This Marlan alone has a good total strength of a thousand. Five grand would be good for the state as a whole."

"Oh, I knew it was that little"

It is a desperate number.

I recall that the average mobilisation force of earthly nobility in this country is roughly eight thousand. The number raised by Dooe is about half that.

but it's too early to despair.

"Besides, they're shooting me down scattered in the war. If you do this badly, you may lose up to 2,000 troops left. With the help of Marlan, of course."

True despair is coming.

"Not enough heads, but more proficiency would be a problem. My predecessors apparently prioritized Uchi, and the armaments are hardly untouched. Morale, experience, gear, it's second-line. To such an extent that it can finally be used to solidify the rear. I can't leave the very front lines to you."

Doldran peripheral uncle leaking with sigh. That's what he says, but nothing was wrong with my brother. The cause in the first place is even before that.

"Are you saying that the previous generation of fathers tilted the house, more than ever, came around now..."

Yes. Our father, who lived and played in the capital. He let go of the rule of the territory to the deputies, saying that if he earned it, he was only using it to earn it. No nobility. My brother succeeded me - my father collapsed and started representing me in government - in the beginning, Voldan must have been worn out. How can that be restored to an extent that is no greater than home affairs alone? I cannot accept the sacrifice of strengthening armaments, but I would say that you have worked well and hard.

Also, if my brother knew there was only one way through the border mountains, he wouldn't have underestimated the military so far. Then, the father, the previous generation, or his predecessor, had failed to convey the secrets that could have put the territory in crisis to his successor. What are you doing, really?

"You're a man who didn't deserve to be made, your brother."

"Absolutely..."

Stinking at Dooey's words. Even for me, I remember some guilt and indifference in kicking him down, even to protect myself. Besides, if I didn't become Count, I wouldn't have to stand on the arrow side of the war.

"I mean, we have to go to war with the worst armament. That's what I'm saying."

Undo the story with a slight sneak of melancholy, with Uni's usual faceless expression.

"On top of that, the opponent is Zanktogaren, known as the Sergeant. In addition, in order to complete our postwar position, we need to name just a few battles that cannot be extraneously claimed by the Kingsville people."

"There's more to being unscrupulous..."

Viktor and Rubel also flaunted their shoulders, as they called it a lift.

With an exhaustive army with no strength, no equipment, no skill, no morale, war with the strongest brainpower on the continent, plus more than a certain result, is imperative. Even though it is impossible because of winning, it is not easy because it is demanding to win. There's no choice but to be the darkness that I've spent the night in before I fought.

"I'm the commander in charge."

"Tell me for yourself..."

He joked and told me that the Dordolan border uncle looked at Giroli with white eyes.

To be clear, I don't think I have enough military talent to decorate myself with a miraculous victory over a powerful enemy in the first place. Well, you must have modern knowledge that you brought in from your previous life, but you don't have enough military education to make the most of it, and you don't even have the experience to lead a soldier in the first place.

Where an amateur moved an army with semi-conventional knowledge, it is the mountain of Sekiyama that imitates the story of crying and slashing horses . No, no, even the horse that he had just enough knowledge to tell Zhuge Confucius Ming, is like that in action. I don't think I can stand around as far as him, not even thirty six.

The flock of sheep led by wolves is better than the flock of wolves led by sheep. These are words that describe the importance of commanders in warfare. Unfortunately, the strength of the State of Voldan is as good as that of a sheep, and so am I. And the people who attack me are truly wolf-like strongmen, probably not every once in a while led by sheep or something. The battle was visible from before it began.

At first, the Dooe, who is at the top of the ranks of the martial arts officers, is also the type of man he slashes into rather than letting the soldiers fight. Wolves are lone wolves, even wolves. It would be unsuitable to lead the herd.

"Well, that's why I'm counting on you, Dordolan Borderline Uncle."

"Nevertheless, you can count on me -"

The person who would be blessed with the most military talent in being here now looks blatantly carefree. Well, I was unfortunately caught up in the war when I came to celebrate my inauguration as Lord and Count. I could only mourn the evil of the patrol.

"- It's been before we fought, let me be clear. There is no chance of winning in a questionable battle."

Plus, when it's a battle without a chance of winning, it's even worse. Because I know what I'm talking about, I'll give it back.

"I guess."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's Dooey who comes in there with his mouth pinched. Because it's about him who says it's worth living to fight, is it intolerable to be told that he stinks before a fierce battle in the corner?

"You don't have a winning eye. If we all hang up on the Opus series, even the military..."

"You can't. Not impossible, but no."

I hold hands and block his opinion. [M] Indeed, my 'works' have tremendous power. If we put all six into it, we would be able to overtake the mountain, what an unscrupulous army we sent in, and so on.

But.

"Think about it. Only six men can win the war... what would happen if such a presence were publicly exposed?

As Uni's pale allegations suggest.

If we find out the true value of these kids, it'll be a fuss like the whole world poked a hive. What an order for surrender will come from every nation, a force that a Count has only had, and if he does badly, he may come to destroy us on that grounds. It's like a small country has nuclear weapons, so to speak. If it were a world of previous life, the police of a world with a creed for freedom and justice would come down from the sky to give a gift.

If we blow up our enemies in the Opus series, we can certainly stop the invasion of the Zanktogaren army. But the next thing we're waiting for is tremendous pressure from all over the continent. The courts of this country won't protect us either. If you think about it from the other side, you'll never trust a local lord who was holding a strong force in silence against us. Moreover, the Unis have been modified so that only I or my delegates can give orders. When the war is over, such as uncontrollable excessive force, yes, Sayonara. Cunning dead and running dogs simmering, right? It doesn't matter, it sounds like animal care groups are going to be outraged whenever they hear it.

"- Ah."

"Have you understood, Dooey? In the first place, Grandpa's breathtaking Kingsguard is being sent in here. Maybe they're trying to figure out what kind of power I'm hiding in this war."

Especially that weird guy named Elisha Rosmond Barbastle. What a woman lacking common sense, but someone who somehow makes you feel a unique swordswallow. The strengths will be correspondingly pointy for much of what is missing. Your taste in combat seems pretty high. If you show the full power of the Opus series in a diverse way, it's not surprising that you can immediately understand the dangers.

There are other problems.

"What are we going to do with Shirl or something? No matter how many vampire loads you have, there's no way you can put them on the table."

"Va, vampire!? Oh, you even held such a person!?

"Look. Even people like the Doldran Border Uncle are so surprised"

Vampires who just do harm to humanity or resurrect the bodies of their victims as their families and continue to increase their power. It is as I have said many times that they are especially at risk among demons, and if they hide, they will be condemned to sin as a grave treachery against humanity. Not to mention Shirl is road class. If you are seen lining up amicably, a heretic inquisitor flies from the Omnian Empire. It's a friendly country that might send us corner reinforcements, I want to avoid buying that distrust over there.

"Gohon! No, excuse me...... and other awkward things like that golem. He possessed a mighty magical creature, and it's imperative that the Kingdoms make a scene."

"And enough magic to wipe out an army, right? Such a master of magic will be a guild of court magicians and adventurers, but will move to keep them under control even if they are not."

Femmes can't, Uni, Dry, and Seyce have significant restrictions on operations. Shirl is out of the question from the end. Only Dooe can use it properly. If you say he will wipe out all enemies with one sword, that's fine. but it probably doesn't mean there are no people in Zanktogaren either. About one troublesome warrior should be able to avoid passing by and fighting in the margins.

"So you're saying the only bills you can use are mass-produced 'products'?

"Unfortunately, there are ties there, too. I can't use the E-Series or EE Series. I don't know how a bunch of desperate aristocrats would move if I flinched a bunch of elves in my territory."

"Isn't it weird trying to scratch the whole inside, like someone else somewhere?

"Sort of. To put it that way, the only" products "that stand out are the M and B series."

"... What's wrong with the S series? It's not as obvious as the others if you're a combat specialist, and I think it's a useful force."

Yes, it is Rubel who comes with his mouth pinched. He's right, the S-Series would also work effectively in the war. It was also originally made for it.

However,

"Not Available"

"Huh?"

"So we don't have it in stock anymore. Because he gave it to the nobles who put him in my faction. And not enough slaves for the vegetarian body."

There's no way you can make a handkerchief out of nothing with me. Materials are needed to create a courtesy, but a modified slave requires a body. So far, there are no slaves for hand-held modifications. Even though the S-Series is the lowest cost product, it cannot be made as a whole. It takes time to remodel in the first place, so I can't make it in time now.

At first, Dooey's martial arts officers plan to convert to the S-series in turn, but if they do, it won't be over overnight. It was visible that Voldan State would be subdued by the Zanktogaren army before the head count was aligned.

"If so, are you stupid!? Aren't you an asshole, my lord!? Why don't you keep a minimum number on hand just in case!?

"Don't say terrible things, Rubel. Isn't it the result of the hard work we've done to strengthen the entire faction? On the contrary, think about it. My brainwashed lords are probably in the neighborhood, so they're the first to come to the reinforcements with the S-Series. The likelihood of Lavalle's grandfather's breath being taken from him would be reduced, wouldn't it?

"No, as it is, before that reinforcement arrives, is it not the case that Voldan falls?

Dordolan Border Uncle says in a frightened breeze.

Certainly, I can't help but think so in the current explanation.

"Well, if you're really going to say so, you're just going to throw away your aristocratic status and nothing and run away."

When I blew it, Rubel and Viktor looked at me with a goofy face. Oh, boy, you have a small liver. It's a metaphor for things.

Now the border uncle is flat.

"Well, but you can't handle the night escape... What do you have for a stomach proposal?

"Yes, but in order to do so, we need the help of His Excellency Mr. Borderline."

I look at him as I return the inquiry.

Sure, I have some knowledge, but my talent in military practice is unknown - to be honest, I don't think I have much - and none of it leads me to experience. But what if we have people to make it up to? Borderline uncle, an experienced commander who has kept the western border under control for many years. He would be able to chew up my ideas, digest them, modify them into concrete measures, and execute them.

Again, I have the best luck here. The people I needed in times of crisis happened to be on hand.

"First of all -"

I heard that the Zanktogaren army came over the mountain, and from that point on I'll show off the idea that I've been warming up. If this is the case, even Voldan's troops will not be able to fight.

The reaction was not fragrant. Dooe looks like he chewed up the bitter bug he always does. Rubel and Viktor all raised the opposite supremecall. Positive is about uni. And the Dordolan border uncle looked difficult, too.

"How insane. No, but... do you have any other hands?"

I finally acknowledged the purely military utility over the fine issues.

"But it's a big deal. You got enough hands?

"I'll turn the Opus series for backwork. There's a problem because they're going to be on the war scene, and if you're going to move behind the scenes, you don't have to worry about anything."

Yes, it's powerful magic. It's a racial thing. It's just a problem because it behaves like a record fancy. If you move it only in the back as before, you can fully use the Opus series. If you can name the final result in a regular army, no one cares who or how you did the fine work until then. If the army is modern enough to retrieve even the cartridge casings used in the exercise, the rubium is the same as the horn, and in this old-fashioned military organization of the Itucella continent, the checks around it are the same as monkeys.

Viktor opens his mouth with a sinister face.

"It's a measure of all sorts of problems politically..."

"During the Argument Awards, they shield the results and push the gorilla. I've worked so hard on that Zanktogaren in one Voldan state, and on top of that, it's so extraordinary... Grace and devotion are fundamental to a feudal society. If we make this unobstructed, the next thing that will happen after the war is the civil unrest in the provinces. If it were Lavalle, it would definitely break."

If this measure works, you can expect as much of a battle as you can. At least it would be possible to limit the damage to Voldan only. If we do that, we will prevail over the sin of failing to defend our territory to defend other national lands. What if they don't admit it that way? … there must be none. I'll make up my mind, and Grandpa will make up his mind. Even in the useless royal palace of the conspirators.

Finally, Dooey says in a mouth-watering manner.

"I don't think it's worth it, but I'll tell you for once.... Are you heartbroken?

"It hurts a little. But the extent to which you can stand it."

Whatever it takes, it's war. Sacrifice will be inevitable, and it will kill a large number of enemies. If you hesitate there because of it, you may not be able to protect what is more important than anything else in an important phase.

... There's only one thing left, this life of mine.

So you can't just stop where you feel a little pain in your conscience. Life-threatening external enemies must be eliminated thoroughly. Lavalle or Zanktogaren, I don't know what it is.

To my answer, he exhales deeply.

"... I guess. In many ways, that was more of a question now."

That concludes the objection. They accepted my measures, even though they refused. [M]

Well, you can't help not liking it. Because it is a muddy and gloomy measure, with no noble glamour or warrior fierceness. I wouldn't say I prefer it either. But as it stands, there is no other plan. Whether you like it or not, this is the only way to go.

"Come on, shall we start acting quickly then? We don't have time, and our enemies won't wait for us, will they?

Say, send the guys out to slap their asses while they're still in a sinister face. Then he turned his gaze to Uni, who remained beside me.

"Uni. You pull the M-Series and B-Series of the lab this way leaving only the minimum shift. The example toys are with you.... Oh, here we go. It's a corner, so let's use that prototype too. At this point, I behaved in a big way."

"I'm in awe"

"And..."

Reach for your head, which was lowered to a position that was just easy to stroke. Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've had these contacts with her, etc.

"- This is a bigger operation than ever before. Naturally, I want you to work for me."

"Yes, sir"

With her eyes gently closed and under my comfort, Yuni replied with acknowledgement.

The expression is clear, but I can tell that I am more motivated than usual by slightly leaking exhalation, and then the heat I feel.

My greatest masterpiece is motivational. And in good condition.

A quick fix for the unexpected… As long as the anxiety seed remained, and this trump card was sufficient, I didn't feel any need to be frightened.