Common Sense of a Warrior

Almost, it was a hunch.

But the words are too clear to be flushed because of my mind.

It's impossible, I think it's just a coincidence... but I'm more convinced that he was in that tavern than his father told me to know about the people.

And now Noon is here.

"Usually, it's true to go to a tavern, isn't it? I told you earlier.... but yeah..."

Suspicious light lit his eyes as he groaned bitterly.

"'Coincidences are not in this world.'"

For a moment Non is swallowed by him, and bewildered.

"Impossible...... My men told me I was there that day, didn't they? Completely, coincidentally. Are you giving instructions to your men...?

"It would break my bones inside to tell a guy who worships you through respect to take you out."

"Then how...?

"I think there are internal and external factors that can help people take that action. Internal factors, that is, the process of thinking. Imagine taking into account each person's personality and behavior. So, external factors are what's already happened and what's about to happen. Taking them into account, you knock them out."

To Romel, who told him not to, he had goosebumps.

Still, it's more convincing to be told it's a coincidence.

"It was easy to predict this one. What, you went out for a drink with them last time? Well, there's no reason they won't listen to you this time and take you out for a drink on the last day of training."

Indeed, Noun has seen the training of many from the position of general.

Except for my direct reports, I have been asked by the state... because of the large number of people I want, I see the groups separately by period.

As he put it, it's true that on the last day of the group I was watching before, I was invited to go for a drink.

But that was only once a few months ago.

Regardless of who is in the military, it was surprising that Romel, the Chancellor, knew exactly what the training schedule was, but even the fact that he went for a drink.

"How big are your eyes and ears?"

"It's only natural to see the movement of the army as a prime minister, and that's what you want to go for a drink. If you're not hiding it, you're on the edge of people's mouths. I pinched it in your ear in a city tavern, didn't I? You're famous."

"Even so, you understand very well. The store was different."

"If you show your face in all sorts of places, you'll know what the Knights' shop is."

I felt the cold running.

How much the hell does the person in front of you foresee......! and.

Earliest, not forecast. Predictive.

Connect the scattered dots here and there, speculate, and intervene to produce their own desired results.

This is the prime minister of this country.

"... then why are you helping me?

"That's 90% of what you intend to do as prime minister.... you are a man who cannot be lost now for this country. While the popularity of the people is growing, your very existence will be a disincentive to other countries. In fact, thanks to you, the negotiations with the Twill Nation went smoothly.... so I'm gonna have trouble getting the country to love me or crush you."

"Country,"

"Ouch."

…… I understand your power. Okay, I'm asking you, what the hell are you doing to help me? Excuse me, but I don't think you have the strength to fight. "

"I don't know. I'm gonna lose to your daughter."

To Romel's words, Non solidified with Piscilli.

I've been surprised since earlier, but still never get used to it.

How much can you possibly foresee?

"Just kidding. My daughter died of illness, strife, etc., very, very"

"Does a sick daughter defeat a wildling thief these days?

Kerakera and Laughing Romel look convinced.

I immediately guessed it and exhaled one sigh.

"For your information...... how did you know? For once, externally, my daughter's shadow fighter and escort has been killed."

"The first is the distance of the King's capital from where it was attacked. You put it before you or next to you. If you want one of your escorts to act differently, it's more efficient. 'Cause the position is about as fast as it takes to get there in time for the critical tea party. You want me to force a sick lady to do that? Holy shit."

"... what's the second?

"Survey"

To Romel's words, Non laughed for the first time since he came here.

"That's an answer that doesn't sound like you."

"I think so myself. It's just... I saw it with my own eyes, I felt it. That's what convinced me the most."

"My daughter has never been out of the realm?

"I was at your wife's funeral, right?

"... oh..."

"Wow, I'm flabbergasted. In that, she was the only one looking ahead. Desperate for the irrationality of reality, the strength not to succumb to it... such, was dwelling in her eyes"

Non narrows his eyes as he listens to Romel's words.

... it was the same.

What Noon once felt about her.

"I don't know if you're a martial arts genius. Your daughter won't get sick or weak because of her mother's illness. The disease kicks in, too, and it's going to run through. A man would have worked out under me."

"Didn't you have a son?

"Go with my son, it's under me. If we put the two together, they'll do something interesting inside. … a luxurious story."

"Yeah. She's a woman, and most importantly, I'm looking forward to seeing how far she enhances her martial arts. So you can't give it away."

"Kukukukuku...... I guess. Well, that's out of the question... I certainly don't have the power of a martial arts. But as a civilian, what do you say we go inside? I'll back you up as much as I can so you can move easily. If you work with me... it's not just the bandits, I'll smash them all in the back of the bandits."

"Of the bandits... Behind?

"Why, you, you didn't have that much research on you. Then don't tell me until you put it together."

"Kukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Noon laughed.

From the bottom of your belly, grandiose.

With the laughter of Nong, the billions and conditioning were so trembling... that it was so magnificent.

"That's funny, that's funny. When you go out with my vengeance... do you understand that you will lighten me up? Do you think I can work for myself with all my soul?

It was a feeling of fullness that was boiling from the depths of Non's chest at this time.

How great it is to be able to move without worrying about the later when you are excited and good at being thoughtful.

I laugh at myself now that I realize that my essence is only one soldier...

As a general, it's not a bad idea to run around the battlefield.

Rather, the more excited it is that the war situation moves the way I think it is.

In ordinary times, however, the title of general was equal to the earliest shackles.

A compromise with various departments.

The kingdom swarms that man desires to be glorified by the glory of Non.

He said he joined the army to escape from it because he hated the aristocratic society, but at some point, he soaks up plenty in the middle of it, even if no responds.

How to draw out good conditions, not eaten by those who approach people with a good grin.

You know, something like that! He thought so from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't escape when he thought of his men.

Such a load was weighing the motion of the knob.

"Of course. Let's put it together... first, do something about it from that firm and painful tone"

"Sorry! Well, again...... it's nice to meet you!

"Ouch."

So Romel, the prime minister of the Tasmerian nation, and General Noun joined hands firmly.