Strategist Witch Shizuku

Burn and, in vain, push forcefully and open both open doors.

The indoor gaze poured into my face simultaneously.

Surprise at first, then, the people who show a look of hatred and disgust.

By the time you're brilliant, you don't have a favorable gaze. What's going on? This is - (stick).

Greetings and good mood, lords of the southern lords.

I walk up to my seat with a deliberate grin.

"I'm sorry to have you gathered today, regardless of the sudden convocation."

To my Social Dictionary, the Southern Marquises return silence.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Not at all.

Southern Horse Army currently scattered across each front line.

With those Knights of Private Soldiers intact, I was placing an order to summon them to the Commander-in-Chief.

The people with heavy hips in vain take no time to join the habit of taking only a small offering.

At last yesterday, all the lords arrived at the Fine House.

This meeting came to be held today.

That subject, by the way, shows once again the future policy now that reinforcements have been added from the centre.

It is supposed to be a meeting for that purpose.

Yes, only, on the subject.

When I stand in the deepest seat, I look around the faces of the people of the Hordes again.

"Um, I see a familiar nostalgic face. Are the first sighters the sons of my fellow warriors whom I tasted and met face to face? … nine years. age, illness, or accident. I'm sad, but I can't help but think of a replacement."

Oh, my God, shame on you.

Yeah, it goes without saying......

An alternative cause, its dantotstop, is the death of war in the war of liberation.

Yes, they put me in my truck and drove me to a dead place, but I'm late.

So, whoa, the gaze of hatred is better.

No, no, no, a little guy like me, he's going to tremble.

Yeah, so... even if you overreact somewhat, you can't do it, can you?

I smile unexpectedly, thinking about future developments.

So the limit came, and among the lords, a young nobleman, still young, shook his body when he shrugged.

I would not have been able to contain my inner fury, then waved my fist down on the desk.

"You. Ahhh! How soggy...!

Young aristocrats can roar. That's how the momentum kicks the chair down, and you get up.

"- Stop it!"

"Enjoy it! Sir Vergie!"

"Let go... let go of me!

Two young aristocrats, two aristocrats sitting next to Sir Verzi, rush to contain Sir Verzi.

Sir Vergie stares at me in a mid-waist position, calling out something.

I see it with a shimmering eye.

"That's ugly."

When I squirm, a seat so close to me, that is, a nobleman sitting on the upper seat among the whole, coughs up with Gohon.

I see the face of that nobleman. An elderly nobleman, a familiar face.

I mean, the man who survived that hellish showdown, luckily.

Hmm, sure, like Lord Douse, huh?

"May I help you, Sir Douse?

Sir Douze opens his mouth, after seeing Sir Verzi for a moment.

"Shortcomings of youth. It sure is ugly. … but it is also true that the words of His Highness the Regent provoked that outburst. Your Highness, may I ask you something? Why have you made a statement that reduces trust without."

I laugh at that inquiry, um, with my nose.

"A relationship of trust without? Makes you laugh, Sir Douze. Such a thing, though it won't be anywhere from the beginning. How can something that doesn't decrease?

"It's..."

In return for me, Sir Douze speaks.

In fact, there is no trust. Zero.

Only if it doesn't decrease, although technically, it could shake it off in a more negative direction......

But if we get this far, we can also say that it's not very different in a way.

Then there is nothing more than waste, such as rotting to build a relationship of trust.

"Each of the center and south is suspicious and hateful of each other. I would also like the lords to recognise the current situation, but this is a late, earlier statement. You understand that, don't you? This southern side of the army is in danger."

I have no objection to my words. Everyone looks at this one in silence.

"It is difficult to align the footsteps with those who have no minimum trust.... No, let's be more straightforward. I will not stop worrying about putting disturbing elements like Sir and others under my own control on the battlefield."

Declare and show that you have no clarity, no bass, no body or lid.

I don't trust you guys. On the contrary, I even described him as a disturbing molecule.

In the words, the gods shall be coloured.

"What an outrage!

"Whatever it takes, let the words pass!

"I demand that you withdraw your statement!

Bye, Mayfly and Mayfly.

I imitate Sir Vergie earlier, slamming his palms against his desk with momentum.

Burn and the loud noise that just goes up.

The marquises, stretching their bodies, unwittingly shut their mouths.

"Ramblings? Too much language? What a fool, fear is natural. In fact, there would have been a conspiracy by one of them."

"Ugh."

"It's..."

Just because they poked me in the pain, the Hordes look down.

I see that face in turn.

"Out of the southern marquis, a conspiracy broke out. Even after that fact, you want me to trust the lords unconditionally? Sir, do you want a head like that under a man in a flower garden?

"... Your Highness the Regent, if you were, what would you say to us?

Sir Douze asks, as such.

"Well, I want minimum coverage."

"Minimum...... coverage?

Sir Douse will look confused.

"Yeah, that's right. For example, when you lend money, you take collateral, right? I want such reassuring ingredients."

"... Specifically?

"Take out the quality. Yes, take the hostages."

Once again, the scene turns to my proposal.

"Oh my...!

"Impossible! If you're dealing with someone who's fallen back from your enemies, you don't have to know, tell your own nobility to take hostages!

"Don't be ridiculous! You're taking my wife out of my possession! No hostages!

Uh, May flies! I slap my desk again.

"Yes, sir. Quiet! Shut up!... okay? Listen to me till the end! Especially since I said I wouldn't take a step from the receipt earlier, you there!... Okay, now you're quiet. You know, you don't have to give away your lords."

"-? What does that mean?

I laugh niggly. That's how I wait outside the room, telling my men since the war of liberation.

"Elma! Come in!

With that word, the door opens.

Ahead of Elma, slightly, fully armed wand soldiers came into the room.

"Behold! This is...... No way, Your Highness!?

Sir Douze shouts a screaming voice.

I laugh at Sir Douse, who would have come up with the right answer.

"Phew, no way, Sir Douse. Sir is the hostage."

The gentlemen with a stunned look.

Some of them try to rave furiously, but such fools, the wand soldiers have no hesitation whatsoever, beat them, calm them down.

Eventually, every one of the gods closes his mouth and falls powerless.

"Come on, let's announce the operation. The Knights of the Horses, each independently crossing the border, invaded Arunyan territory. Run around the field."

Private Knights of the Horses, they will not move without the life of the Horses.

Now, it is the respective Knights Commanders who take orders and actually move the soldiers.

In other words, the Horsemen remain in custody here, and all you have to do is give the order.

And the order through the hostages is to have them invade the enemy country in pieces.

Yeah? What about my army or General Rutherford's Second Army?

Naturally, it's a sight of heights in the safe rear, but what?

Hehe, the enemy, the Army of the Arlnian Marquis, and the disturbing elements, the Army of the Southern Magna Kingdom.

Crush these two together. What a way to do it.

Well, even if we say crush each other, considering the number of soldiers, the Arlunian gods are in their favor.

On top of that, it does not unite the Knights of the Southern Gorges and operates in pieces.

It's a huge chance to destroy each enemy.

Ten and eighty-nine, the Army of the Arlnian Marquis prevails.

Still, some wear and tear can't be avoided.

In addition, they go right and left to crush the enemies that break into the wildlife.

Fatigue also accumulates.

If so, it will be easy for us, at the end of the day, to grasp the interests of fishermen.

So don't worry, Southern Horsemen.

I will take the revenge of the Knights properly.

Heh heh, at dawn when the operation is over, all the interrupters will be gone.

"Now, the lords have prepared writing instruments here to give orders to the knights of the lords"

I ask the wand soldiers to bring feather pens, ink, parchment on their desks.

"Of course, the contents of your letter will be properly censored. If you don't want to be the wings to rewrite over and over again, please do as I say."

At the end of the day, yes, I gave you a word to stop.