Continental Hero Senki

26 August 638 at 10: 40 pm Continental Calendar.

When the old man wearing chained glasses was immersed in the clerk's office in a room appreciated by himself, the knock also let the door loose momentum there.

If the old man looked at the door in surprise, it was one woman there with long silver hair like fresh snow.

"Grandfather, it's a letter."

"... hey Claudia, I always say..."

"Uh, yes, yes. Minister of Foreign Affairs, we have an urgent letter for you."

The woman, Foreign Secretary Claudia von Linz, presents a throwing attitude towards Marquis Leopold Joachim von Coudenhoff, who, as her real grandfather, is her boss, and gives her that letter she had in her hand.

Two of those, too.

One is a splendid letter with luxurious decorations.

One is just a letter with no weirdness whatsoever.

Whatever you think, the urgency is in the letter, so the Marquis of Coudenhoff first began reading the letter. As expected by the Marquis, the letter comes from the Palace of Liquan (Schönbrunn) and is in the words of His Majesty the Emperor of Ostmarc, Ferdinand.

Having finished reading the letter, the Marquis gives his thoughts to Claudia as she reads the contents of the letter.

"Does that mean Major Waresa's readings sometimes come off?

It is no exaggeration to say that the Seventh War was a war waged by Yuzef Waresa. But it was unexpected not only to him, but also to the Marquis of Coudenhoff, that the effects of the war would expand so far.

And the idea was, so was Claudia.

"Shouldn't we praise Christ that he still has a good general to do, too? And some of us might be happy about that."

I wouldn't say who, but that's extremely annoying, Claudia adds.

"Isn't it the finance minister who's eating the most by now?

"Probably. This is what happened as soon as we achieved financial health. But, well, as some members of the military feel comfortable dealing with powerful enemies, the finance minister may be excited about them now, too."

"Because the future of our country is cheap."

That's what the Marquis says, he sighs briefly and continues.

"Well, there was a lesson from His Majesty the Emperor, and we have to try. You want to just cut up the job and go back to the capital?

"What do you think? There's a time difference, but I don't think the military has been able to deliver yet. Then I don't think we need to rush it."

"Really? But when there's that Major Waresa on the battlefield, isn't that what we're talking about?

"... Well, maybe it does"

Claudia did not deny it.

For all that he does and all that he does is go up the diagonal of his expectations. It may indeed hurt that the local conflict has become an all-out war, but to such an extent that it seems likely that he will find an opportunity to win.

Besides, in this case, he's in a foreign position. Whether you are in a friendly country or not, if you are not a human being in your own country, you will not suffer any harm, and you may set up a relentless operation.

Leaving her room to think, the Marquis pointed to another letter.

"So, who's the other letter from?

That appearance is just a letter. Because it was a letter using a telegraph pigeon, a "censored" judgment had been pressed once in the form of a beautiful letter by an official's hand.

"Er, in a letter sent via the embassy... wait a minute"

"Hmm?"

Leaving the Marquis in doubt, Claudia opens the seal and begins reading the contents before her superior foreign minister. Unlike a letter, I could have predicted that it would be a letter with a loose classified designation, but still, it's not something that suddenly stops words and begins reading obsessively.

At the same time that the Marquis began to worry about paying attention to a word, Claudia finished reading the letter, and

"Kufu, hahahaha!

For some reason he began to laugh.

Year after year, it was a smile worthy of appearance, but somewhere it seemed to contain a satanic laugh that captured her essence.

"... hey, report it before you laugh"

"Ha ha... hey, uh, Cohon. I'm sorry, my lord. It said something interesting."

"Fine, what did it say? No, who was it from before that?

Not to mention that I've been waiting for that question, Claudia answers.

"It's a letter from my beloved sister, and her beloved sister."

"... what a rumor to do."

It was a letter from Yuzef Waresa by Fine von Linz proxy. It may come as a surprise just to say that it has come from far away battlefields beyond the sea, mountains and forests, but the content of the letter gives the Marquis further surprise.

"The contents are about measures to unlock glued eastern battlefields"

"... hmm? Why would something like that be beneath us?

"Wait a minute, Grandfather. Because it's still going on."

Does Claudia realize that at some point she's back calling her "grandfather"? No, it will probably be unconscious. That's all she is excited about the content of the letter.

"'There is no other way to open the Eastern Wars with the power of the Navy. But the Ostmarc Navy sees a future that is unexpectedly fragile and therefore powerless to destroy. I therefore ask His Excellency Coudenhof, Minister for Foreign Affairs'"

With a playful Claudia voice, a boy voice like anything I've ever heard anywhere, she reads out the letter. It was easy to predict that what was strangely daunting was Claudia's add-on.

"'Ask the Holy Tyrrhenian Papal State for the support of the Navy'"

Exclusive anti-Christ alliance.

It was the word that ran through the brains of Marquis Coudenhoff and Claudia.

It was unclear to both of us what military science meant and the Navy would overshadow the situation in the Eastern Wars. But His Majesty the Emperor asks for more effort, and from the field he asks for diplomatic effort.

The Marquis cannot but move as Minister for Foreign Affairs. The Marquis thought that the Emperor's teachings had been used physically.

But Claudia's play isn't over yet. An even bigger shock awaits him.

"'When negotiating, we can predict that it will be more difficult to navigate than there is an uncollected Tyrrhenian problem. If so, we need a great deal of bait to conclude negotiations. But even for Ostmarc, the place of contention is an important place." "

of the Minister for Foreign Affairs, and letters like peeking into the brains of the Tyrrhenian authorities, or anticipating the future.

"'Therefore, I, Yuzef Waresa, propose'"

Once, he said to the Minister for Foreign Affairs without a shy eye.

He said that the Silesia-Ostmarc alliance had many disadvantages against it. That's why he made an attractive suggestion for both.

That means do it again this time.

"'Christ and Tyrrhenia are at odds with South China Sea interests. That's why the suggestion. That is - it is a proposed assignment of bases in the eastern South China Sea, entrances to and exits from the Aegean Sea, and the island of Crete in the territory of Christ" - because. That's an interesting suggestion, don't you think?

To Claudia's laughter, the Marquis of Coudenhof is also caught laughing.

Is it Ostmarc, or Tyrrhenia, or Christ who is taken by a man named Yuzef Waresa by the balls?

But that's not important.

More than then, the Marquis was in a good mood.

"Claudia."

"What is it, my lord?

Marquis thinks.

Sometimes they take it by the balls, and it may not be a bad idea to dance flat in the hands, he said.

"I want you to contact me under the Pope. I hope to see you soon."

The dance opponent will be the Head of the Holy Tyrrhenian Pope, Pope Benedict Cesare de Borgia II.