Wortenia Senki

Mori Luo Wang, there is always a causal relationship in all things.

That remains the same whether it is the Earth, ruled by science, or the earth world, where mystery and miracles have still not disappeared.

There are always causes and consequences.

(Something is the problem... big enough to dictate future trends in our army... the problem is, what is it?

Sudo and Chardina, the two attitudes point to the same meaning.

Celia runs her brain desperately as she stares at Chardina's back, not leaving her face down and slightly moving.

(I'm here as a military teacher. Think about it. What do you know now… remember what happened when the decree came to report it)

One conversation at a time after Zaluda's side of the ambush was reported is well evoked behind Celia's brain.

And Celia finally realized there was.

(Wait... what did that preaching say? That some of our troops have gone out...)

It is Sudo's words that float afterwards.

(Sudo said. That if we let him rampage any more, he could be fatally wounded... rampage? In other words, they marched out in a different way from His Highness's thoughts. They were fished out of the faction... that is, the troops that have carried out the ambush... then the troops that have sent out...)

When Celia's thinking went that far, all the pieces connected behind her brain.

(Depending on the number of troops moved, Sudo said future deployments would change... and the sincerity that led Master Rolf and Lord Saito to the sedation of each unit)

That's a terrible ending to put into words, too.

"This ambush is... and we wait for the troops caught looking for the bait..."

Shardina, who was laying on her face, turned a sharp gaze at that word that leaked from Celia's lips.

Angry and sad eyes.

It showed that Celia's answer was correct.

Chardina and Celia staring in silence.

Next to it, Sudo has the same invincible grin as usual.

In the meantime, a painful silence was broken by a knight who had rushed into the tent.

I guess I've been running too fast.

He kneels before Chardina, not long before he gets his rough breath done.

Saito-sama and Rolf have succeeded in silencing each unit.

Celia caresses her chest unexpectedly to the words.

It can be said that it was unfortunate fortunate that Rolf, who was supposed to be entrusted with the defense of the rear fort, was coming to the Ushas basin, the front line.

It was Chardina's decision to protect a man who could defend himself in order to wage a total battle, but he came out lucky unexpectedly.

Unless you were a proven man full of prestige like Rolf, you wouldn't have been able to forgive and calm the fierce, mad soldiers.

Saito is never bad either, but this should have been in his own hands.

Celia with a relieved grin of joy.

But the sarcasm had not disappeared from Chardina's face.

"How many soldiers came out unauthorized?

"Ha! I checked, about eight thousand, mainly the third, fifth and eighth knights on the western side."

Hearing the words, a sharp tongue pounding leaked from Chardina's lips.

If this Zaluda ambush was a trap to fish out the Ortomean Imperial Army, their chances of survival are unlimited.

(Eight thousand...... more than expected. You were still targeted for replenishment pulled out of the western side... anticipating that my command was not over...)

The majority of the troops sent out as a surge were unauthorized to Chardina.

The harm of the Rutmea Empire with its vast national territory.

Even in the name of the same Ortomean Imperial Army, it was still on its own different from the Knights who had moved under their command for years.

Chardina herself can't say she's made the most of them.

"Master Rolf has asked you to authorize a rescue mission?

Chardina silences herself in the words of the decree.

If you don't hit anything, death is the only thing left in the eight thousand soldiers that have been fished out.

But whether it's right to jump into it knowing it's a trap...

"I still have to lose money here."

From next to the silent Chardina, Sudo sandwiched his mouth.

A voice with eclampsia.

Sudo's attitude in advance of this crisis is not usually the same as fine dust.

"Loss?

Celia tilts her neck without knowing what the words mean.

Words unfamiliar to ears.

At least Celia's never heard of it before.

"Yeah, it's a loss. If we try to save them badly here, it could be irrevocable."

Loss.

It's a term for stocks, but simply put, it means finalizing the loss.

I lowered the value right after the stock I thought would go up in price.

Regardless, stock prices fluctuate up and down daily.

So you can also make the decision that you will continue to hold stocks in the belief that the value will rise.

However, on the other hand, stock prices may continue to fall.

Stocks bought for 100 yen dropped to 90 yen the next day.

In other words, ten yen is lost.

Here, if you believe that the value returns to 100 yen the next day, you will choose not to sell it, and if you decide that the value drops to 80 yen, you will decide that it is better to let go of the value of 90 yen.

Here, it is decided that the value will continue to decline further, and the stock will be let go ready to lose ten yen, which is called a loss in the stock world.

So what exactly does Sudo refer to as a loss loss?

That's...

"You're telling me to abandon you without sending a rescue unit?

Celia took a breath in the words of Chardina staring at Sudo with a hateful light.

"Of course, if Your Highness says anything... I'm not telling you not to send out this sudo, rescue unit. But with all due respect, if we send out a rescue unit, of course, we'll need to be prepared to deploy even more rigorously in the future. Besides, if we go now, it will only be destructive."

Sudo had an obnoxious laugh.

On that face it says you're the one making the decision.

Come on, tell me to make a decision...

"You know what would happen if you chose that, and you're advising, right?

(Sudo Akibu...... now the late Guys Walkland's Scarf......)

He's a disgusting person with eclampsia, but there's no way he won't admit his strength as a warrior and his talent for plotting.

In fact, Sudo is just saying what needs to be said.

As the adage goes that advice hurts in the ear, the right word irritates a person's heart.

"Whatever. If we were to kill them without sending out a rescue unit, our military morale would be reduced. But the problem is, whichever way you choose, it is certain that you will be harmed. If so, just give up the best and choose the next good."

"Choose to maintain morale or maintain the number of soldiers…"

Chardina accidentally bit her nails.

(Soldiers would be dissatisfied with my command if I didn't send a rescue unit... because there could be a worst rebellion... but in this situation where the trap is well established, we could spread the wounds even further...)

Whichever way you choose, it was a huge damage to the Imperial Army of Ortomea and a huge problem that could thwart the invasion of the Kingdom of Zaluda.

Difficult situation whichever you choose.

The right answer probably doesn't exist.

He's the one who calls it a bad choice.

But there is no option to say that we will not make a decision here.

And Sudo's right, everything hangs on Chardina's shoulders.

That is the responsibility of those who lead the army.

"Okay..."

Choice of bitterness.

After a long silence, Chardina finally opens her mouth.

But the words that followed never reached anyone's ears forever.

"It's tough! Give His Highness Chardina immediate attention!

Because I have been struck down by the cry of a new decree that has rushed into the tent...

Elena leans over the cup in her hand as she leans her gaze toward the darkness that spreads outside the window as she sits in her own room chair with a split strike at the corner of Fort Ushas.

Strong alcohol slips down her throat and burns Elena's guts.

Elena, who doesn't usually have much to say about alcohol, occasionally wants to drink it asexually on the battlefield.

Especially after the war...

Usually, now the figure of the late warriors floats behind Elena's brain and disappears.

But it is the figure of one woman who now occupies Elena's heart.

A young maiden, dressed in luxurious armor.

My face looks as white as a mist.

Yes, that's what Elena thinks of as her most loving daughter in the belly of Oltomere Emperor Lionel.

"Hmm... Though I thought they would definitely send out a rescue unit, you seem calmer than I thought. Have you seen this a little sweet..."

With a small sigh, Elena leans the liquor bottle into the cup placed in front of Ecclesia, who lowers her hips face to face.

"As far as I'm concerned, I think it's a brilliant decision inside. Because they must have realized it was a trap too. Well, as a general of one army, that's about as much judgment as you deserve."

Ecclesia smiled softly.

As a matter of fact, it could be said that Chardina did not send out soldiers to rescue the troops that were fished out.

Except that's just to say you've avoided the worst.

"Well."

"The question is whether she can regain the trust of the soldiers after this..."

What matters to soldiers is their lives.

Commander's best isn't always the best for a soldier.

Chardina's failure to point the rescue troops at her should encourage a strong distrust of her among the Ortomeans.

Driven by the anxiety of being turned into disposable abandoned pawns myself...

"Well, you can't do it with a young girlfriend. Even if you have experience in battle, it's all what you see in victory and defeat that went against the backdrop of the imperial power of the Ortomean Empire. Too little experience to pull the once tilted battle scale back to the Ortomere side."

That's the extra grin that the strong turn to the weak scratch.

In fact, no matter how intelligent you are, from Ecclesia and Elena's point of view, Chardina is the same chick who shelled her ass.

Overwhelmingly, we have too little experience in action.

Especially the experience of saying you survived the battle of disadvantage in despair.

"Did you just say that the rest depends on the adjunct role..."

"Well... you can't be alarmed yet."

Elena nods at Ecclesia's words.

Chardina's volume is generally predictable.

Later, it was up to the human power to assist her.

"Well, thinking about it now is not a conclusion. In the meantime, let us rejoice in the victory of the war."

With that said, Elena put up a cup to show.

"Yeah, Mr. Grahardt did a better job than you thought. Now roughly five to six thousand enemy soldiers have been shredded..."

An additional ambush is carried out by a unit led by Grahardt on the flank of an Ortomean soldier who was caught following her by an Ecclesian ambush and retreating.

A double stretched ambush is the liver of this trap.

It should be good to say that the measure itself is a success, but Ecclesia still feels inadequate somewhere in her mind.

"I also feel a little short for a big trick that took time and effort, but I can't help it. Now you should be satisfied..."

Elena laughed bitterly at the words.

Considerable time and sacrifice has been made in preparing for this trap.

Elena and Ecclesia were caged and defended in the fort long after the reinforcements arrived, all for a moment on this day.

When comparing the achievements that cut Ortomere soldiers by about five to six thousand to the time and effort spent and the price, it would honestly be subtle to say which way the genius leans.

"Well good. I've been able to play enough of a role, and I'm not going to decide what to do with it."

"That's right... now the trump card we had is 0... because we've also used the Bow Horse Riders in the back hand. After that, we really have no other choice but to defend ourselves."

Ecclesia shook her head at Elena, who answered with her shoulders flaunted.

But there is no shadow of anxiety in that face.

There's a smile on their faces.

I wasn't anxious about the two laughing at each other.

Because I believed in one man who was shot into the realm of the Far Oltomere Empire as a wedge...

And suddenly Elena's private room door was knocked in a hurry.

By the hand of the Goddess of Destiny...

"It's tough! The Ortomean army is in a hurry."

I can hear the knight screaming from outside the door.

Elena and Ecclesia nod at each other for the words.

"Apparently it has begun... Ecclesia"

"I see..."

I didn't have to ask what.

In the daytime battle, the Imperial Army of Ortomea is not only wounded by the number of soldiers, but also by the morale of soldiers.

Under such circumstances, it is difficult to imagine that the Altomere Empire side would carry out a night raid.

If so, there is only one possibility left.

I believed it.

If you don't believe me, there's no way Elena could have hung on to Fort Ushas' defense.

But I'm sure you'll feel a little anxiety somewhere in your mind.

"You really did it... Ryo Michizawa..."

With an exclamation sigh, the name of one man leaked from Elena's mouth.

The battle between the Kingdom of Zaluda and the Empire of Ortomea, which spanned several months of the year, which began in the battle of the Plains of Notice.

That was finally about to come to an end.

By the power of one man...