Strategist Witch Shizuku

A festival that takes place throughout the capital. A feast to celebrate the victory ahead.

Demonstrations to make the people understand who their new masters are.

Behavioral booze is offered to all who dwell in the king's capital, whether they are noble or cheap.

Those who feel better about the free wine shall drink the name of the new king.

Say the king, who is not even born yet, to be named after you.

Oh, what a farce.

No matter whether the sun falls and the night book goes down, the feast continues without rest.

Patchy and burning bonfire lights. A voice raised by drunk people.

Those pay for the darkness and silence of the night.

I look down at such a distraction, ridiculously.

I was on the roof of a certain building, like a victory celebration at every single Libra.

On your hands, a bottle of wine from Couscous.

I said I couldn't, and I picked up the same brand as that day.

The only difference from that day is that I'm alone here...

No, you had another one.

Unlike the careless fool man I was, I had a decent glass for the number of people.

Cupon and, pulling out the cork, pour the wine into the first cup. My share first.

Then to the second cup. This is for the contort. And -.

Fujido's got the same hem.

I also pour wine into the third cup.

See the red poured into the cup.

Watching the red one, not just the wine, really reminds me of that day.

The girl who disappeared with the red, red scenery. Have a farewell day with Fujido.

When I closed my lid, I thought of the sight of a different resurrection.

There is an expression that consciousness surfaces.

Indeed, the feeling is somewhat similar, even though it rises from the breathless bottom of the water.

Hazy sensation. Thoughts like it took Kasumi.

I can't get a good idea of the current situation.

I had a headache.

It's like when you accidentally wake up after falling asleep to a high fever.

"Huh!... I want to be there..."

"Witch!? Are you awake?

"... Elma?

The voice of a familiar subordinate. Mumble the name of the Lord of that voice.

"Oh, good! I have to wake up like this, I don't know what to do...!

A loud voice hits my head. The same goes for the rising vibrations.

At this stage, I finally understand that I am being slapped on Elma's back.

"Why...?

I don't know what's going on. The words of doubt come naturally out zero.

"Why?

"Briefly describe the current situation."

"Oh, uh. As the witch put it, I set fire to the woods. After that, I'm worried about the witch. You can't just kill a benefactor, can you? So we went into the woods, too. So we found the falling witch."

Elma's words penetrate slowly into her blurry head.

I remember before I lost consciousness. Yes, after that...

I wandered through the woods to escape a burning flame. And I guess I fell along the way.

Given that the Elmas helped me out, I could have surprisingly escaped to the outer edge of the woods.

I wonder where the desperate bad scratch played its part. No, more than that......

I just looked back at my neck as I snapped at Elma.

What I saw in my eyes was red as bright as it seemed.

Oh, her, it's Fujido's color.

The flames dyeing the forest red burn more violently.

Keep Fujido in that whirlpool.

I wandered alone in the woods.

Yes, finish your duel with Mr. Fujido. Alone.

... At that time, what I set up was a lowly little worker.

Elma's wand handed to Fujido.

Although it contained gunpowder, it did not contain the bullet at its core.

Did Fujido really not notice such a small worker?

... Or maybe he didn't like the kind of innocent imitation that would question it, even if he was aware of its potential.

There seems to have been some discipline in what I would call out-of-the-box cleanliness.

Are you even sweating at the heat of the flames? Red seeps in my eyes. Oh...

The red girl disappears assimilated to the flaming red. Also, leave me alone......

You really are a terrible person.

... Goodbye, my coveted red.

I kept watching the flames burn forever.

I open my eyes. Lift your hands gently and expose the cup to moonlight.

Sleek air. Clear skies. It's a beautiful moon and night as well as a victory celebration at Leibra.

When I look at the moon for a while, I swallow the contents of the cup. A tannin that spreads through your mouth.

However, for what I was up to, I never coughed up.

"... yeah, it's bad. Another drink."

When you throw up that kind of CM-like dialogue, you pour wine into your cup again.

And he swallowed it down once again so that he could drink it cheaply.

Flaming cheeks. Rugged intoxication. Hmm, so this is what you drink?

As always, the taste was terrible, but this feeling isn't so bad.

Or maybe an adult who says something windy that he finds out is drinking just because he likes this feeling.

'Cause I can't really taste it.

Overlap the cup, remembering the fluffy feeling.

After drinking like that for a while, I remembered something.

"When I drank alcohol before, I guess I chanted a poem..."

Yes, trying to look back at the flair and flattery.

In agony, I fixed the word "Ryoshu" and chanted it up.

... Hmm, maybe I'll chant something up again.

The effects of drunkenness, or kind of a fun ride, think about that.

Okay, well, what shall we chant?

Again, is it a poem about booze? Um, famous places, like 'booze recommendation'?

The Japanese translation of Izubu Trout II, the phrase 'Only goodbye is life', is excellent, isn't it?

But one now? The poem itself is great, but it doesn't fit the place.

'Cause I'm alone here.

Because there's no one to spare for a while.

Yes, both Konrat and Fujido have passed away.

So what else do we have? Hmmm.... ahh.

Two, put the poem that came to mind in your mouth with these words.

- If you want to drink, you have to sing.

How much life and so on.

If you can, it's like morning dew.

There are so many days that have passed.

My thoughts are high and I can just fall into mourning.

I can't forget the thoughts that stick to my heart.

How can we unleash this worry?

There's only booze.

When I finished spinning the words, I filled the cup even more.

"Why did you think of 'Short Song Line'?

And for some reason, only the gloomy first half put it on my mouth.

... What can I mourn?

My future is wide open.

Yes, you live as you please in a position won in this war.

What you couldn't do in the original world.

That I live by exposing myself to my nature.

Don't hide it. Whatever you want. Without anyone bothering him.

It is easy to have the position and power to be allowed to do so.

I have led this war to victory as a useful actor.

Furthermore, the king is not even born yet.

The royal mother would treasure me more than any other herd.

Oh, yeah. Can anyone restrain my actions?

I am just trying to be extremely glorious. Yet......

"... Fujido lied. What's the ideal place for this? I'm not heartbroken."

Yes, I'm sure I won't enjoy it. 'Cause you guys aren't here.

In the end, even if the PLA triumphs, I have not won myself.

Different prerequisites. The terms of victory for me.

It wouldn't have been my victory if I hadn't let Mr. Fujido and Conrad, both of them, or just one of them survive.

So thoughtful, the question cleared up.

Right, that's right...

"Did I lose too...... Really? If so..."

Another glass, pour the wine into your mouth.

"Then you'll have to give up drinking."

That's right. That's the only way.

I pour wine into my cup, once again, side by side.

So I let him raise the cup.

Liquor spins around my body. My whole body lights up. I'm starting to feel so happy.

"Huh. But I'm not the kind of woman who gets sloppy because she admits to losing. Witchy, involving your surroundings, and exuberantly worried and raised."

Let such an annoying proclamation for everyone look up at the moon.

Oh, yeah. I'm not dead yet.

Then red, red, still red.

to the color of my admired Mr. Fujido. Into the most vivid primary colour......

"I dye red. And I'm sure this country too..."

I had an evil grin like a witch. That's how I stack the cup.

From the Wang capital, which spreads beneath his eyes, there was still a hustle and bustle that didn't ring.

Sizuk (sacred history? years to? years)

Place of birth unknown. Birth unknown.

According to the inheritance, he was born in a country far east of the kingdom of Magna.

Due to the peculiar appearance of his exotic origins and his remarkable competence in strategic tactical tactics, he took the alias' The Witch of the Far World '.

A mysteriously wrapped trait with a host of accomplishments that are hard to believe I roughly raised individually.

She was also considered to be a legendary figure for a long time due to the fact that her name was not found in any official records of the Kingdom of Magna.

However, research in recent years has found him to be a real person.

According to a handful of materials, it appears to have been ancient ginseng from the flag-flagging phase of King Konrat's Prince.

He made numerous contributions and continued to triumph over Prince Konrat and, pulling, the PLA.

As staff officers, he demonstrated excellent abilities in both offenses, including ambush tactics with an emphasis on manoeuvre and field castle construction.

He is also famous for being the first person to utilize firearms in action.

Apart from his aspect as a good staff member, his ability as a strategist is also highly appreciated.

Taken within the Liberation Army, Arunya Magna aristocratic tenderness.

It also leaped in terms of a compromise with the Latio Republic, which temporarily entered into alliances.

After the war of liberation, as the regent of the young Carl III, he partitioned his government according to the will of Annelie, the king's mother, who died shortly after childbirth.

But as Carl III grows, he becomes eager to take power himself.

Karl III, who gradually became neglectful of Sizku, finally goes to measures of coercion when he was seventy-four or ten ni years old in his sacred history.

He raised his own soldiers to carry out pro-government and tried to exclude Shizku.

It's called, "The Witch's Night Run Incident".

But Sizuk, who had sensed Carl III's movements beforehand, was after he had already fled the royal castle.

At that time, he took the hardware from the treasure trove in Royal Castle.

The anecdote remains that I left a letter stating that I would receive it instead of a retirement pension.

Carl III, who saw this, supposedly regretted treading on the estate.

It is believed that this incident is responsible for the fact that Sizku, contrary to its merits, does not see his name in the official records of the Kingdom of Magna.

In other words, it is the current legend that Carl III, who resented Sizuk, caused him to erase records about her.

Sizuk's footprints after leaving the royal castle are unknown.

He is also said to have returned to his homeland and lived quietly on the periphery of the Kingdom of Magna.

Her accomplishments will remain numerous, but the person's review has not been conveyed much.

Too little material is the cause.

The only way to peek at her figure is to rely on the notes of a living human being who lived at the time, etc.

The most presumed material value is a note left by General Lily Gunter.

In that notebook, the activity of Sizku is described in detail.

In addition, in his notes, General Gunter has this reputation for Sizuk.

"Its sexuality, cunning and cruel. A righteous, witchy woman who can trample off humanity with ease. But still, there was something about what happened, something I couldn't hate ',.

People reviews left by other people are also regarded as alarming, dangerous, etc., but they are still rarely criticized as bad.

He seemed to have been jeopardized by his lack of forgiveness as a strategist, but still seemed to be a rare figure with more than a certain amount of favor and trust.

In recent years, since the reality of Sizku became known, her research has begun to flourish.

As a result, her achievements are being reassessed.

Its high tactics and time-honored perspectives do not stop the historians roaring.

One historian has so much praised that the presence of Shizku speeded up the history of war by a hundred years.

Apart from the fact that its reputation is correct, there is no question that Sizku is one of the people who, as a woman, has had the most influence in world history.

In fact, she is counted as one of ten women in world history. And the only one of them is enough to count as one of the three worst girls in the world.

Counted among the three worst girls stems from anecdotes from the Regency.

Sizku brought the country together with excellent skill and stabilized it.

But in the shadow of it, the inexplicable loss of legs and constant destruction.

He also possessed personal possession of money up to the point of excess, even though he was a key figure in a country.

It has been passed down from these that Sizku was working a great deal of evil behind him.

This image gave rise to an appreciation of future generations as evil girls.

Most importantly, there is a lack of material evidence around the area.

Grasping her figure, its reality, will require further research.

By Nicholas Acker, excerpted from The History of the War of Liberation in the Kingdom of Magna - The Greatman Herald.