She Retaliated Because Her Entire Family Was Wrongfully Executed. And Thoroughly at That!

There are dozens of men standing in front of the Zalbbail main family. These are the nobles who made up the Allied Coalition of the Lords, beginning with Burling.

With General Burling accepting Krum's orders, the Krum and the others stopped the slaughter by the knights of the dead. The Krums transformed the war victims into relentless moving corpses (living dead) and shifted their policies in the direction of capturing (...) fleeing soldiers when incorporated into their own umbrellas. No, more precisely, it means we're in the second phase of the plan.

Around 200,000 coalitions of aristocrats have completely collapsed and the number of casualties has exceeded 10,000. With the army under General Burling declaring its surrender, the battle was to converge rapidly.

Still, as the knights of the dead were relentlessly murdered by what continued to resist, the path to be taken by the soldiers was to be squeezed into two things: escape or surrender.

The surrender was about 20,000 and the others opted to escape. Because if they were soldiers who chose to flee, they would not have thought that they would be helped at all where they surrendered.

"Hey, General Burling, and all of you in the Horse Army."

Olt speaks so intimately.

"Lord Zalbvail...... would you mind if I asked you a question?

Burling tells Ort with a slight hesitation. The voice and expression show the emotions of anxiety in colour.

"What is it?

In contrast, the expression of the Zalbbail principals, starting with the ortho, has an expression unrelated to anxiety. The winner's margin is pushed forward, and honestly, it's unpleasant for the Burlings, but they don't say anything about it.

"You must have been executed. Yet..."

When Ort raises one hand and controls the words of Burling, Ort replies with a nibble.

"In our territory there is a ritual to be performed on things that have long been born. Well, it's not that big of a deal when it comes to rituals. Inscribe a curse somewhere in the body of a born baby."

"The curse?

"Oh, all the people in the realm."

……

Burling leans his neck, unable to attempt the intent of Ort's words.

"The one with that curse rises as an undead in the event of an unemployed death"

"Hey, what?!?

"You have ravaged and killed my people. Naturally, that would be an unemployed death."

Olt tells the burlings pale.

"And the curse is activated when all of our families die unemployed. Of course, those who have been cursed exist even if they have risen as undead to retain their souls."

The Burlings are losing their voices to Ort's words.

"Originally, it was a means to serve as an imperial shield when others attacked the Empire and failed."

An ironic look appeared on Ort's face. If Ort's words are true, the Zalbbail family will literally try to protect this country even after its death.

"But the result is that the clan was executed for the crime of wrongdoing. Not only that, but the inhabitants also suffered the scourge of hell."

The Burlings perceive that Ort's voice is pale but has a tremendous passion deep in it.

"Well, who the hell is the worst?

That's where Emilia came in. Everyone's gaze gathers towards the speaker Emilia. Slightly Viscount Margork has the look of an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Is it the Viscount Margork family that inspired rather than stopped Master Linea to inspire and bring hell to the territory of Zalbvail? Or is it Altos who forgot his duties as royalty? Could the nobles have thought about using Altos and Linnea's stupid actions to plunge Zalbvail? Or maybe the emperor who overlooked it?

Everyone slipped their throats at Emilia's words. I was terrified of Emilia's hatred.

"Emilia, it doesn't matter anymore."

Emilia replies to Orto's words with a flickering look on her face.

"Your father's right, isn't he? It's no longer a question of who's at fault at this stage."

"That's the thing. It is no longer up to us to do it.... Well."

When Ort said so, he shifted his gaze again to the Burlings.

"As you know, we can use the body as an undead."

"... so the Ermec army suddenly attacked"

Let the Krum nibble at the words of the lement.

"Starting with Baron Ermek's army, a number of marines sent you into the Empire City in advance of your arrival. And, of course, my Salve Bail companion. Well, as long as it's not too much of an asshole, you'll notice."

To Krum's derisive words, Lement bit off too many lips of humiliation.

"So... what do you want us to do? No...... you mean?

Burling immediately corrects to polite language. I can't help but kill all those who are here with one word of their own.

Olt's earlier phrase, "You can use the undead." Conversely, it means you don't need the help of Burlings.

"Of course, I'm keeping you alive for a purpose."

……

"Simply put, they want you to work for us. Yeah, I don't care if you say no to anything at all. Even if you say no, it's possible enough for us. But if you refuse, we will kill you all, and naturally your homeland will be destroyed as thoroughly as ours."

Burlings blues their faces to Ort's words.

(... No way, this guy uses us...)

Burling sensed what Ort was trying to do to himself at this stage.

"All we want you to do is drop the Imperial Castle."

(Again...)

Burling shrugged in his heart at Ort's words, at the same time feeling hopelessness blossom in his heart.

Burling joined the army in his mid-teens, from where he steadily rose to the rank of general. Loyalty to the Empire and the Emperor was also nurtured every time he overwhelmed his prosperity. There is no doubt that Ort's words take root in that loyalty.

"General Burling, are you going to accompany one of your surviving subordinates into a corner of aesthetic?

"Ku......"

Burling bit his lip in Ort's words. Olt's words are nothing but the fact that he was poked in the pain for Burling.

"Some people will have families waiting for them in their homeland, and they may have a loving lover. They can all be reunited by your decision."

……

Olt turns a cold gaze at the silent burling. A few seconds later, Ort said coldly that he would come with one sigh.

"Kill Burling's men."

"Nah..."

"So this guy abandoned his men for his aesthetics. Choose randomly and snap your neck. Yeah, first of all, a hundred or so."

"Ma, wait!!

"After you kill a hundred men, slay those you see appropriately from the ranks of the Horsemen."

The nobles as well as Burling caught their faces in Ort's words. The thought was that they were sprayed with cold water for the fire powder suddenly flying over them.

"General Burling!! Make a decision!!

"General Burling!!

"Wouldn't they even kill our men who have nothing to do with your aesthetics!!

The nobles also blame Burling. The original nobles would abandon the civilian soldiers and mercenaries coldly no matter how many they died, but they perceived their turn turning quickly from Ort's words.

"Ok...... Please wait for the execution of your men as we will drop the Imperial Castle."

The relieved air flows together in response to the words of Burling. I thought General Burling's decision had averted the execution.

"No."

But everyone froze on Ort's words.

"Hey, why!?

"You are lost. Because you're still looking too sweet at us. I'll kill you for show."

When Ort said so and shifted his gaze to his men, his men, who received his gaze, niggered and rushed out to General Burling's men.

They are also those whose families were slain by General Burling's men, and their hatred has never vanished.

"Wait!! Killing my men...!!

Olt was only cold against Burling's plea.

Gaaaaaaaa!!

Gwaaaa!!

Hii!!

A few moments later a scream rose from the soldiers of Burling. When the scream sounded, Burling gave a flashing look.

"Now, go to the negotiations as soon as you're ready. If I decide to delay, I will relentlessly kill them all. Neither do you. Remember, you're just keeping it alive because it's worth your while."

When Ort said so, he put the burlings down and walked out. And Zalbvail's family, the ministers, continue.

"General..."

"Don't say anything..."

Burling replies without help to the words of the tabernacle. Burling looked older than twenty years in the last few hours from the start of the war.