The Strategist Knows Everything

End of Part III

The Imperial Army hears my words and stops.

But it conveys how quickly it's going to run out. The knights on foot, the knights on horseback.

I don't know how many, I don't know how many, but enough to fight a battle.

Wrong words here, they will storm the Albion army. Then there's no point in rejecting Fio's invitation.

I refused until I cried. I can't just do that.

"The Imperial Army return to the fort immediately! I don't want your help!

An upset runs to the Imperial Army.

Reactions vary from matching neighbors to lowering the swords they were putting up.

I'm so sorry you came here to help me, but the things I want to protect are not like them.

Protect me, protect the pride of the Empire. They did, but what is fundamental is personal emotion.

A truce in a way equal to a loss. They're not accepted for it.

We haven't lost ourselves yet. That's what they think. Because I think, I want a reason to fight, a motive.

And that was me.

But I'm not willing to go along with that childish, loser-loathing spirit.

"Analogy...... trying to shake your sword up for whatever reason! The fact that the Empire sold off commanders of its allies and wanted a ceasefire close to defeat remains unchanged! Your anger will never be resolved! You just let me get away here and all that remains is the threat of invasion and the stigma of a country of betrayal! Neither those who honor you as heroes, nor those who beautify your battles, will appear!!

Sounds harsh, but if it doesn't break my heart here, it'll erupt again.

When I go to Albion, they break out, and the ceasefire stops, I can't even see them.

They have to understand.

The Empire was hunted down and brought to a truce by a painful measure.

"Remember! Fear the battlefield! The horror of Albion's sorcery! Fear of my people dying! Give me a reality where someone dear is scattered! What did you take a sword in that hand for!? What did you fight for!? It must be because I thought" for someone ”! Some would have lost their families in the war and thought they would never let the same thoughts be" someone ”again! Some would have sworn to fight for their scattered“ companions "! People are ready for each other! So remember! It's all about the battle! Whether it's a warcraft, or a man, it's a sacrifice if you fight! I guess you've been fighting to minimize that sacrifice!? Now, if we resume the fight again, we will deny our fight until then!?

To reduce sacrifices, build up sacrifices. That's the war.

Many contradictions have arisen and we also need to fight them.

You can't just kill the enemy in front of you. Death creates a new death, and hate chains up.

It involves not only soldiers and knights who choose to go out on the battlefield, but also people who do not wish to fight, and grief descends upon the masses.

So the soldiers on the front line fight desperately. To keep you from doing so.

It is self-denial that such front-line soldiers want battle.

You shouldn't. I shouldn't let you.

Don't let the comrades you fought with do that.

"Now the fate of the Empire depends on your actions! Do you think the people of all the Empire really want a war!? You don't think I'm convinced we're going to have a truce with Albion!? You don't think I want a temporary peace!? You think no one is waiting for you guys to come home!? Everyone wants you dead... if that's what you think, come before me! The guy who is not worth living like that, as a friend who fought with me, I will give him guidance on this occasion!!

While I was talking, there were a handful of people who were going a little further.

But in the last word, they all stopped that step.

He who is dropping swords and spears, he who is struck, he who is weeping, he who is flashing on the spot, he is different.

However, this would have eliminated the development that the Empire would set up with Albion.

The rest is on the Albion side.

Albion already has a big name.

Fresberg's summons would suffice as a adjudicating material for the breakdown of negotiations.

There is no reason to hesitate on the Albion side. It is possible to attack and ravage the Empire at once.

In fact, despite the cessation of the Imperial Army in my words, the Albion Army has not.

If we stop the Albion army, there's no point in stopping the Empire.

Randall, who can stop him, has no sign of movement. If I'm going to stop it, okay, you don't have to stop it.

Not at all.

I hear that he is the keeper of order.

"All Albion armies! I'm going to Albion as originally planned! Stop marching and stop chanting magic!

"Shut up! The negotiations have already broken down! You cracked it!

The big man leading the horseback squad gave it back so loudly.

Fio, on the imperial side, broke the negotiations.

That is certainly true.

But he doesn't look like Fresberg anymore. Could we be a little more flexible?

Keeper of order, guardian of the continent. Because it is the army of a country called by such a great name.

"Does Albion want a fight!?

"It's you who want it!

"Are you sure? Try staring back at ourselves often! The threat has already left! The enemy has already stopped! Still, you guys don't stop! You guys won't stop knowing it's war if you bump into it! And you still don't want a war? It just seems like I want a war! You guys are no different now than the hungry wolves who preyed on their prey!!

The last word is a clear provocation.

But if you remain at all self-contained, you'll see that riding that provocation is tantamount to acknowledging my words.

Perhaps that big man is in Albion's squad leader class. There will be no such thing as losing reason to enemy provocation.

As I read, the riding squad of the big man who was running in front stops.

I'm staring at this one, but there's no sign of another assault.

Once we're free, in the meantime, my exchange with Fio ends.

I exhale.

Unlike the Imperial Army, for Albion, I am the enemy. I wasn't a superior officer, I wasn't one of them.

There's no need to listen to words anywhere. So it was supposed to be pretty hard just to stop moving.

"Saved by the excellence of the Albion army………"

The moment I squealed like that.

The fort of Albion glowed only for a moment.

I realize it was the light I was used to seeing, and then I look up into the sky.

It's a combined magic trick that launches balls of flame.

It explodes on landing, so if you punch it into a dense area, it will do a lot of damage to the target.

It released. From the fort of Albion, towards the suspended Imperial Army.

I get it. I can't make it.

It's usually a defensive magic trick that prevents a few people. Only a few magicians were in the Empire's fortifications. Besides, he hasn't accompanied those who came out of the fort because he's been so hard to stay away from the fort no matter what.

I mean, there's no way to prevent it. What's more, it's hard to escape a wide range of explosions. Shit, about 10% of it would be damaged.

Randall is saying something. That's no salvation.

For him, it was unexpected.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army have also only fought on the front lines, reacting quickly and accurately. But I can't prevent it to the extent that I've lined up my shields. So much combined witchcraft is irrational.

That's irrational. The magic.

When the ball of flame plunged directly over the Imperial Army, two anomalies occurred.

One happened on the ground.

The earth flourished and covered the Imperial soldiers.

It's a domed dirt wall.

Huge enough dirt walls to cover nearly a thousand people will wipe the Imperial soldiers out of my sight completely.

I was also surprised by the dirt wall that I was able to do in an instant, but that's not the only anomaly.

“Something” descended from the sky crossed with the ball of flame, and a moment later, the ball of flame exploded.

The balls of flame that explode in the air scatter the aftermath, but the aftermath is prevented by dirt walls.

In the wake of the aftermath, the dirt walls slowly collapsed, but the Imperial soldiers who were inside seemed safe.

The development, which I thought would be all over, was overshadowed in an instant.

"It was dangerous for boulders. I was worried about my endurance because of the wall, but“ she "blew it up in the air, so thank goodness."

"Sir Randall... who is that child...?

"Right. I thought he was going to name it. But before we do that, we have to end it."

Sir Randall sent his bottom cold gaze to the fort of Albion.

The warrior is much smaller and confident in his measures. No, I'd rather have my own imaginary development, or something like that.

If you deploy it, you get the most advantages and the other person gets the most disadvantages. Such a development is conceived by the planner, and in order to make it such a development, the planner turns around this and the idea.

So I learn frustration that is not usual for those who interrupt its development.

Being interrupted, especially when things are going well, makes me sincerely angry.

I know how Sir Randall feels right now.

I could make sure I had Klarus.

As for Randall, he was already attracted.

I don't care if there's a war or not. That's the stance Randall had, but that's not why you want to have a war without darkness.

"No, I don't think it's the right thing to do."

"Right. While you were in command, you didn't stop. It's the result of a chronic heart attack. This is what drowning is all about, Sagittarius."

To Randall's whining, such words are returned from the sky.

Looking up, there was a girl on a giant bird that looked like a bright white hawk.

Even when it comes to giant birds, it's not as huge as Fresberg. Still, one or two people are big enough to ride.

Around stopping them in the air without wings, they must be similar to Fresberg's.

Riding on the back of such an eagle was a girl who looked younger than me.

Her hair is bright red to burn and she makes it into a side pony.

She was wearing bright red armor to match her hair, and she had a huge sickle in her hand.

The girl's green eyes capture me.

Poor looks are incompatible with outfits and incompatible weapons.

Well, the only disharmony is if you look at the outside.

More than a hundred numbers have been lined up on the status screen shown in front of you since the second half of the nineties.

And I'm convinced by the name shown.

The name shown on the screen was [Irene Masefield].

Four wise, make it your corner, hero of Albion.

A genius who joined Si Xian Youngest.

And for a few moments, he is also the one I have defined as my enemy.

"I've never seen you like this before. Velis' warrior. My name is Irene Maysfield. He's the one who's taking you to Albion."

"Heading for Velis, didn't you say?

"I've been ordered to escort Velis' warrior. From home country. So if you came, Albion would have unleashed a combined magic trick on the irresistible Imperial Army... what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Eileen's sharp gaze shoots through Randall.

Randall looked out of his way, clapping his shoulders, laughing and squirming.

"As you can see. The Albions attacked the Imperial Army."

"Anyway, it's because I was working on something again, right? Never attack, let alone attack."

"Surely my life is not harsh. Then attack the irresistible, but you will not take orders."

"Yes. Well, fine. This place is ahead of the quest for responsibility now."

Eileen was right, and the Albion Army and the Imperial Army were confused by the other four wise men who suddenly appeared.

The Army of Albion was prevented from attacking by the Four Kins, and the Imperial Army was helped by the enemy, the Four Kins.

Both were the extremes of confusion. However, the Imperial Army, which had been clearly attacked, had begun to prepare for battle.

We could start a war like this.

My words will no longer apply to the Imperial Army. Anyway, I told him to stop, so he stopped, and that's why he was attacked. It won't be a pile of stuff.

But Eileen doesn't see her panic anymore. In fact, you don't even think it's panic enough.

"Hear my voice! Albion Army!"

The reply was even silent. The moment Eileen uttered her words, the Albion army turned to hear all the combined sorcery she'd been preparing for, and all the preparations for the launch.

That's all they trust from the soldiers on the front line, too.

"Do you know the stupidity you've done? You learned magic to shoot irresistible people? What is that armor all over you for? Are you here right now to wage war with the Empire? No, you're not! My Albion does not invade other countries and does not allow other countries to invade! With national policy, we are now invading everywhere, but nowhere is it necessary for knights to align themselves with national policy! Who did you give that sword to? Your Majesty? Me? I'm not supposed to! I would have dedicated it to the people of the Principality! Swing to protect the country. That's what I swear! We are the keepers of order! That is pride, and that is the guiding principle! If you regret what you just did, put your sword away! The knights of Albion!!

Similar sounds can be heard from all over the Albion army.

It's the sound of putting the sword in the sheath.

It is also proof that Albion lost his will to war.

When Eileen hears the sound, she nods contentedly and looks at Fio.

"Empress Fiona. There's something else going on here. If you want, I'll hand over the killer, though?

"You don't have to do that. Whatever, it starts with the Empire."

"Really? Then why don't you decide that neither of them was there? What do you say, Empress Fiona?"

I can't talk about Albion's nonsense to Fio right now. Anyway, he was the first one to smash the negotiations.

Fio nods small. Her eyes are red because she cried and she is still moist.

Charlotte headed toward the Imperial Army with the agreement of the top two nations.

Even though we are preparing for the battle, the empire is still in disarray.

By deciding that there was no action on both sides, if we heard that we had reached an agreement, we would not take the initiative.