Continental Hero Senki

February 2.

A letter came from my best friend Rasdwav Novak. It's like a suicide note to send a letter under a wartime regime. Does he want to die so bad? Will you marry me when the war is over? I'll buy you a pine salad next time.

The envelope contains the sender's name and everything else in beautiful letters. Apparently in this world, facial deviations are also determined in proportion to the beauty of the letters. Son of a bitch. By the way, my handwriting sounds like a cadet school mentor says "no problem or impossibility," which means that's what my face looks like too. I don't think it's bad when I look in the mirror. In comparison to previous life. I think it's going to take foreigner correction. All foreigners look handsome or pretty.

A closer look at the envelope pushed the verdict of "censored". Thank you for your hard work. I don't know why my dear Fina (...) didn't get censorship stamped at the time.

Regardless of the Poca of the Counsellor, the issue is the content of the letter. A letter sent to me when something like this happened. It must say something important. Maybe it's really a suicide note. Shit, my heart's bugging me.

I carefully open the envelope and take out the note inside. 2 notes in total. I took a peek inside the envelope for once, but the craftsmanship wasn't set up like Finna (...). Feels like I saw a note. No signs of censorship. I wonder if that means nothing like touching a military plane. Even so, the notes and envelopes aren't just letters, but the format, line to line, and letter to letter are solid. It's like an official document.

All right. Temper, let me in, I'll read!

Read lines 1, 2 and 3. Read more and more. Moving on to the second one in minutes, read, read, read.

I finish reading the whole thing and reread it from the beginning.

I fold the finished note beautifully and act politely on the envelope.

And I screamed.

"I guess I'm just bragging about my daughter-in-law. Awwwwwww!!

After this I was pissed off by Major Damroche, the doomed tea.

Summarizing the contents of the letter, he said, "I know it's hard for you to work in an embassy without a woman in mind, but good luck. I have a fiancée. Yes, I received a letter from the fiancée (hereinafter referred to as" the letter "). I wish I was dead...... a little careless? Then I wish I'd just broken up and put a hole in my heart. I'll carefully salt the hole.

Damn it. Shall I reply too and send you a "I actually succeeded in numbing and chatting with a beautiful girl"? No, I won't send it. I didn't mess it up, and Napa's acting. It's like on a work extension.

But the letter also contained interesting information. That's the story of Radek being temporarily transferred from the Vrotswav Guard to the King's Capital. At the same time, he was transferred from the Vrotswav Guard to the Eastern Border Zone on a 100-person basis. Reducing the Vrotswav Guard personnel closer to the southern border would be the result of what Ms Fine called "informal diplomacy". This means that Silesia's request to "not intervene during the war against the Eastern Continental Empire" has passed to all countries. Diplomatic security was ensured, so at least personnel from the southern border zone were pulled out. Silesia is able to concentrate its forces on the eastern border. Maybe at this rate, the Livonia side will be fine.

But I can't stay alert yet. The difference in power between him and me is enormous, and there is also the possibility that he will renege on his promise and attack him for too long. This is only an informal promise. It makes no difference that it is a difficult situation.

That's why I have to increase Silesia's chances of winning a little bit in my position as a diplomat. But the limit is close. The information so far is mostly from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Ostmarc Empire. Besides, when I say full Bureau cooperation, sometimes I can't see the whole story without looking at it from a different perspective.

Other information routes...... I wonder if there are any. I've just been appointed to Ostmarc, and I only have about as many valid connections as the Earl of Linz... Oh, no, there was. I have an indirect connection in this letter. Do you want to try what you do? No, it's not original.

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Rusdowaf Novak's fiancée's name is Lisel Elizabeth von Grilpalzer. She is the second daughter of the current president of the Grill Palzer Chamber of Commerce, a licensed company that operates the trade. And the Grillpalzers have come to acquire a lot of assets as a result of the success of this company, also recently known for “buying” the Baron position from the Empire. So much so that, for now, it is super famous within Ostmarc, and those who do not know the name of Grilpalzer are said to be exotic, that is.

... Mr. Radek, could you be a bong in an unexpectedly good place? Is it the position of son of a super famous treasurer that often appears in girl comics? Why did he go to cadet school? And Grill Palzer is the Baron. That means if Radek enters his son-in-law, Radek goes to nobility...... Akan, I'm surrounded by nobles. God, please, give me a civilian friend.

Ma, well.

I am now in the main residence of the Baron Grill Palzer family. The exterior is luxurious alongside the Imperial Office of the Eastern Continent, and the interior is more than the Krakowski Mansion.... Oh, calm down, Ma, it's not the same time as it is.

The current date and time is February 10 at 2: 00 pm. He used his vacation to storm the Grill Palzer house where he was taking an appointment, and now he's a prisoner. Poor Yuzef. Perhaps it was because I revealed my identity as a diplomat and made an appointment, I was given permission. And it is this zama. Was the single assault reckless... oh, at least if Mr. Feene were here...

And when it bothered me that much, a wide reception room door opened. It was a beautiful woman with platinum blonde hair who showed up. Beautiful, not beautiful girls. Important here. Age feels like I've seen it. Around 20. Definitely, she would be Liselle, Radek's fiancée. No way. I was suddenly surprised that he appeared in person.

Nobility ceremony greetings for now. I bow with my hands on my chest like a crew of Starship from Showa Anime.

"Thank you for setting this up this time. I am Yuzef Waresa, a military attaché at the Embassy of the Kingdom of Silesia."

"No, I wanted to see Captain Rumor, too."

Rumor again. Soon my visibility within Ostmarc seemed to have risen. What did I do?

"My name is Lisel Elizabeth von Grilpalzer. I am the fiancé of Lieutenant Rasdwav Novak, a friend of Captain Waresa's. Please, call me Liselle."

There is no doubt that the rumor is caused by Radek. That bastard. The next time I see him, I'll punch him in the face.

"I knew it in a letter, but you're young"

"It's often said"

Cover your shoulders. How many times has this dialogue been said? Come on, I'm tired of hearing you say 15 is adult enough. I still can't drink distilled liquor.

"I'm surprised Radek had such a beautiful fiancée. He doesn't have it."

"Oh. But the Novak Chamber of Commerce is famous in this country, isn't it?

Who the hell is he?

After this, we chatted with Radek. I basically said Radek's pussy away and repeated a few times that Mr. Lisel would defend Radek against it. What we're going to find out is, apparently, that Mr. Lisel snickered at Radek. Explode forever.

"So, what can I do for you this time?

When the topic of Radek was running out, Ms. Lisel got down to business. This is where my arms show off.

"I have a product I want."

"Well, what?

"It's shapeless stuff, so how do I put it...

Then Mr. Lisel laughed.

"If you want usurped love, unfortunately I'm not dealing with it. Sold."

"What's your next arrival?

"TBD"

"Now let's give up and make it another product"

I don't want anything like that from the start if I give up. All I want is a divorce, a breakup, a divorce.

"So what do you want?

"Information."

"Hmm..."

The Grill Palzer Chamber of Commerce is a trade. Naturally, they also do business in the Eastern Empire. If the Eastern Continental Empire means massive mobilization, it is likely that the Grill Palzer Chamber of Commerce is also involved in some way. Based on the type and quantity of supplies bought from the Chamber of Commerce, it would be possible to estimate the approximate size of the army. Besides, maybe we'll find out more about the formation of the army. Intelligence by the Grill Palzer Chamber of Commerce.

You probably know the problem the Kingdom of Silesia is having right now if it's the Grill Palzer Chamber of Commerce. If I were a diplomat and I said "information," she probably would have understood, too.

"… how much information?"

"Detailed information. Specifically, the size of the army, the formation, the name of the commander."

Whether this is military secrecy or not. Come on, I don't know. That's why national intelligence services are desperate to find it, but naturally the Empire is also on guard.

So with the tremendous capital power that the Grill Palzer Chamber of Commerce has, I'm going to reveal it.

"That is a product that is of great concern to our Chamber of Commerce for its handling. If we do poorly, we have the possibility that we will not be able to do any future business in the Eastern Continental Empire. What kind of" consideration ”would your country pay for that?"

"... maybe you know in a letter from Radek that I have a personal connection with the Silesian royal family"

"... Hmm?

If you sell the information, you will be given preferential treatment in business dealings in the Kingdom of Silesia. At least that's what I can tell the royal family to advance deregulation. It's like I said. I don't have the authority to do that. But it also benefits the Kingdom of Silesia. The next war, if won, the Kingdom of Silesia will take considerable damage economically. We really need the power of foreign capital to survive the post-war economic malaise. At that time, there is a risk of being financially taken over from foreign capital that I am not sure of. To avoid that, it would be a little safer if we had an investment by capital that we know by making connections right now.

"Interesting suggestion, what do you think would happen if you put the Eastern Continental Empire and the Kingdom of Silesia on the scale?

Naturally, lean towards the Eastern Continental Empire side. We will not abandon a huge market (market) called the Eastern Continental Empire for the sake of the Kingdom of Silesia.

"Mr. Lisel is right. I can't tell you to abandon the Eastern Empire for our sake."

"So is this business meeting a bust?

"No, I haven't."

I don't know what to make you talk.

"Did you know that the Eastern Continental Empire is currently divided into two factions?

"You're the emperor and nephew of the emperor."

"Yep. And the next war is an emperor's dictatorship."

"I guess."

"In addition, this war is a crisis for the Crown Prince's nephew."

"... in a far-fetched way. I mean, what do you mean?

Mr. Lisel's face is getting tougher and tougher. That's a merchant's face. Radek looks like this once in a while.

"The Grill Palzer Chamber of Commerce can just say this to the Crown Prince's nephew. You want the Emperors to lose, don't you? Then let's circulate the information to Silesia. You can help our Chamber of Commerce sell information to Silesia for anything '. I'll leave the specific negotiating methods to you, but I probably won't turn down the Crown Prince's nephew."

The Imperial Grand Nephew wants Silesia to win for the Emperor to lose his leg.

The Grilpalzers want to sell their favors to Silesia while maintaining relations with the Eastern Continental Empire.

And Silesia wants to know the full story of the army moved by the emperors.

A win-win-win deal that will convince all three of us.

"... I see. But you have a condition for that, don't you?

"Conditions?"

"You should understand. The Kingdom of Silesia will win the next war."

"I'll win. Must."

"You can say whatever you want with your mouth."

Tough when you get poked there. I say we haven't decided on a specific draft operation yet...

"So Mr. Lisel thinks my suggestion is not enough to take, it's something to spit on?

A slightly ill-spirited question, Mr. Lisel laughed and showed it.

"I don't think so. I don't look like a 15-year-old boy, that's what I thought. You're not disguised as a product, are you?

"Unfortunately, I am an authentic 15 year old"

About 15 and 240 months if you dare.

"So how many answers do you have?

"... right. We can't give you an instant answer."

Oh, and so is that. It's too big a story. I need time to dismiss it or swallow it.

"But my beloved fiancée's life is at stake. Consider it positively and speak to my father, the president."

…… Oh, thank you!

Let's not hit Radek. Thanks to you hottie, Silesia is going to be able to save you.