Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

Peace resembles a hobby. When you can afford it, you can pay a lot of money to love it, but if you can't afford it, you'll feel unnecessary as soon as you can.

I guess war sounds sweet when poverty, famine, or political deadlock make it impossible to afford it. War is exactly what it would look like in terms of hope if only for that moment. If you meditate your eyes on its misery and ugliness.

Later on, people say with their mouths shut.

"There must be no war...".

In the end, maybe war is just a chunk of self-satisfaction and self-loathing.

Especially when I fomented the people and the army to use that ugly aggregation, I'm talking about what it is.

Lyudmila Slamifi Wilhelm, Seventh Emperor of the Wilhelm Empire

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"Rasheed's struggling?

"Ha. Currently, approximately 20,000 troops of the kingdom of Frungel are joining the army of Dinants, roughly 40,000 soldiers in front. General Basnell has also given up his offense and said he is turning to his guard. Successfully induced and intercepted enemy offenses at the beginning, and succeeded in reducing them, but there are still more than 5,000 differences, and it cannot be said that the Frungel army has no hindrance. We can prevent them in any way if it is around January or February, but we can also look beyond that to withdraw, of course..."

Lyudmila, who had moved the place between the sights in order to meet the haste sent by Rasheed, had heard the words of the decree with the other subordinates, biting off word for word, but had a slightly more bitter look on his face.

"Frungel... the military vessel that we are collecting in the harbour is". They do...... Olya!!

"Here."

"What's going on with the Second Army?"

"The organization has already been completed. But anyway, the general is in a situation where there is a slight shortage of commanders in the Troop Leader class. I was wondering if we'd split a little too much from the center into a regiment of martial arts dispatched to Gardina. As an army of 15,000, we'd still have some anxiety about the chain of command."

"I don't mind that at this time. Send the soldiers, Rasheed will use them well later. That's what many competent corporals have at his disposal. Hurry up. And call back the troops on the coastline who are giving Frungel a glimpse. I wouldn't say all armies, but at least half. So hurry up and arrange for a third army to be sent to Rasheed. Not at all... I didn't think of putting in this form of force..."

Looking at Origa's back as she was instructed to leave, Lyudmila chewed on her abominable thoughts about the sudden entry of Frungel into battle, which greatly missed her predictions, and spoke to the man of the decree who informed her of this situation.

"You rest for a while. Thank you for coming so far, Rasheed. I'll send someone else."

After a man once replied briefly to Lyudmila's words.

"Unfortunately, my comrades are still waving their swords risking their lives on the front line. How can you do that, such as only me going backwards? A valuable force for General Basnell, even if it is just one horse. I beg your pardon."

Lyudmila nodded several times, "Well said," to the man of the decree who said so and lowered his head even deeper.

"Being able to have men like that, Basnell would also be proud. So, if it is, go sick. The battlefield is still sipping the blood of enemy allies. I hope you work to make your enemies bleed harder."

"Ha! And if you'll excuse me at this!

The man, who replied to Lyudmila's words with a voice that made him feel neither tired nor dusty, quickly rose up and left the room behind. From the battlefield to here, even if you can change horses, you can't help but change your own health. When it comes to horseback riding, you use your strength indefinitely. Well, if it was always a rush, it would still be. Still, there are no such people as those who can hope to return to the battlefield without rest, or even more so those who are told to "rest" by the head of state and can kick it.

"As long as I envy Rasheed... no, not now"

Lyudmila with some similar thought to envy to Rasheed, who has such a man in his men, but shakes his head that now is not the time to think about it.

"Lord Georg just visited here the other day and has been here for a while... Well, what is it..."

One of the ministers throws his words at Lyudmila, who starts rubbing with his hands to loosen the wrinkles that stopped between his eyebrows.

"We have heard, I am afraid, that at a recent meeting we were allowed to disclose the presence of Gardina to Frungel. Isn't it a good idea to try to reach a diplomatic solution through it first?

Lyudmila's own expression was never superior, even as some snorted in tune with the words.

"Sure, I'm taking the word for it. But to do so would undoubtedly drag that country out to the table of this war. It is also true that Lord Georg would never be comfortable with that. And that would also create too much debt. After all, it will be slightly doubtful whether it is best to make such a great debt to that Gardina and, by extension, to Lord Georg".

What Lyudmila says is never an exaggeration. Indeed, in his talks with Georg, Lyudmila declared that "if Frungel joins the war, he will publicly declare the existence of your country", which Georg did not do either, but "yes".

But there is no doubt that there is something about him as his true meaning: "I don't want to be more known than is necessary than the size of my own country yet". That said, information will leak from somewhere beyond what is already known to a few in the empire, but it will never come out of the rumoured realm beyond the fact that other countries still do not have the means to confirm its existence.

Except if the Empire were to make it clear as proof of legitimacy in this war.

My country is not aware of any events inside the Great Forest that prompted the Empire to "wage war with the Dinants. Where it was claimed that it was an emerging country called Gardina that did it," then prove the existence of that country of Gardina "is obvious. Together, Lyudmila will have to ask Georg to bow his head.

"Please prove to me that your country exists in Frungel".

Naturally, beyond taking the word, he will respond in some way to that request. But "Lyudmila", or "Head of the Empire", bows his head to "Head of the Gardina, too, Georg". That's very unlikely.

It is not a matter of individuals and individuals, but rather of diplomatic negotiations between States and States, so we must avoid creating borrowings in that way as much as possible. In pure national power, there is so much difference that some sort of retaliation or other is impossible where I stepped down that debt, but whatever, Georg's presence, that was the only neck for her.

"... the first step is to merge reinforcements as soon as possible. Then, on the occasion of the visit of Lord Georg again, a detailed meeting is held. If you decide you can't get rid of this danger, and there's no sign of Lord Georg visiting, you can release the information at the discretion of our country and start negotiations with Frungel."

There is no reason to be somewhat anxious about Lyudmila's decision. But if the Lord so decides, even as a ministry, he will only obey it. You could have been a little strong a while ago, but now that dragnill shadow is blinding behind her.

If she doesn't like it, that means she's more likely to be cut off from interacting with Georg.

Among the Imperial nobles, Lyudmila's mood and interaction with Georg, who lies ahead, is now becoming the first priority.

No one knows how that will affect the Empire yet.