Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

An expeditionary army would have arrived originally and the border fort was supposed to be enlivened. But now, if the night dawned, 100,000 Imperial troops might push over, and the generals and executives entrusted with guarding the border had blue-faced each other in a conference room at the border fort dominated by such tension.

But nobody keeps their mouth shut when they say it's a military debate. The time was past 3: 00 a.m. and the meeting was already trying to reach fifteen hours while pinching the break.

"What am I supposed to do..."

It was General Bartolt, the head of the fort sitting in the upper seat, who murmured so much. He has a long tenure since his steadfast nature was bought and he was entrusted with this fort, which is also a place of rejoicing with the Empire. But even he was good at defense, this time his minutes were too bad.

The existing strength of the fort is about 3,000, and the soldiers who came with Theodore are less than 5,000 combined at about 2,000. In contrast, the Atrad Imperial Army has 100,000 troops deployed. We immediately communicated to Wang Capital and requested reinforcements, but it took two weeks, no matter how little we estimated.

If we fight Cage Castle, it is unlikely that we will be able to protect it while making sacrifices. But there wasn't enough food to fight a cage castle battle. That further lowers the morale of the soldiers who were originally low.

"Don't you have a hitter anymore..."

Bartolt's whining represented everyone on the spot in the chest. Everyone knew. If this fort is pushed against 100,000 enemy troops, it will sink into the hands of the enemy like a boat swallowed by the great waves of the sea. In that case, everyone here, including the general, is good and prisoner, and the worst death is waiting for the result.

A conference room door of such air opened with a sound. And one soldier jumped in.

"And excuse me!

"What's going on, we're in a military debate!

The executives who were by the door yell. But the soldier continued his words.

"I'm sorry, but I need to tell you as soon as possible…"

"What is it? No way, the Imperial Army has attacked you!?

It was in a colorful conference room, but the soldier hastily denied it.

"No, you don't! Give me the prince...... someone has appeared to name Prince Hershelik!

Less than thirty minutes after the soldier's report, it was the blonde-eyed toddler, Hershelik, who had ever sat in the seat where the chief officer of the fort had sat.

After leaving the village, Hershelik drove the carriage with Roy to the fort as fast as he could. And by night, the Imperial Army had never discovered him before entering the fort.

For a moment some suspected that he was a secret detective of the enemy army, but if you look at Hershelik's face, everyone will deny it.

Everyone knows. The royalty of this country is a clan of beauty that stands out from ordinary people. Hershelik was a royal man of indisputable beauty, even if he looked sumptuous alongside the rest of his family, trying to wrap his thin dirty clothes around him. Besides, Hershelik's presence in the earlier church case was recognized by many human beings, both princesses and bitches. Almost everyone on this scene knew the presence of a young prince with blue eyes like emerald in her pale shades of blonde hair.

"Your Highness Hershelik, you're well. You're safe.

To Bartolt's words, Hershelik, who had Roy held back behind his seat, just glanced. The injured left arm is bandaged but painful, but the person doesn't even show fine dust like that and looks around the face of someone in the pale conference room.

"Let's not have a hard conversation. How's the war going?"

The indoors, including the general, are drunk in a tone and atmosphere that does not seem like a seven-year-old child. But Hershelik made them tilt their necks with an adorable face in a different tone.

"General?"

"… I will report back to you.

After hearing the report of the current situation, Hershelik puts his hand on his chin and thinks,

"I see."

No one knew what he was thinking from the look on his face. There was such a person who asked him to speak.

"…… Your Highness, my pleasure.

"Are you with me? General Seguin, I don't have enough time or mood to accept your apology right now.

To the advancing Theodore, Hershelik throws words with a slight mixture of dislikes. But there's no way Hershelik would say that either. It is strange that he should be here. He was supposed to lead 20,000 expeditionaries, but he fled to this fort before us.

That's what my younger child told me more than twice, and Theodore bit off his back teeth, but still kept on saying.

"… As it is, my army is exhausted in vain and will only lose its life. But if His Royal Highness is here, we can set up a negotiating forum.

"So?"

Hershelik reassembles the crossing of his legs to encourage ahead. The motion seemed to be showing room, and Theodore felt frustrated in him, but continued with the discouraging words.

"If you negotiate and manage to bring it to a truce, there will be no more wasted deaths.

"So?"

Hershelik replies as if he had heard something boring, and urges Theodore ahead as he puts his jaw on the back of his hand about elbowing the chair.

Roy looks at the situation from behind, and the chill runs like he's been ice dropped on his spine.

It was only a few days, but Roy, who had traveled with Hershelik, did not know that he would make such a cold voice. Because Hershelik had an atmosphere as if he were even taking a walk, even though it was just a narrow journey for two. But now, when it comes to a situation surrounded by dependable generals and troops, only one word from Hershelik makes Roy feel nervous similar to the chill.

"Please. Your decision……!

Theodore, who has no reason to know that Roy is in such a mood, advances his kneeling head deep down. It was Bartolt who rose momentously from the chair to block him like that.

"What are you talking about, General Seguin? Do you want His Royal Highness to be a personal gift to the Imperial Army?

"But General Bartolt, Lord Seguin also has a point!

Another man tuned in to Theodore's words. Another speaks as if following it.

"I'm dying for nothing like this! Then we have to rely on His Royal Highness the Prince, we are already...!

"Still, you are soldiers of the kingdom! Shame on you."

Turning Hershelik out of the mosquito net, the opinions of the generals and executives were broken in two.

who gives the way or prince to the Imperial Army and manages to survive, or who opposes it.

When Hershelik leaks his sigh again at that appearance, he invites Roy with his uninjured hand and punches him in the ear. Roy looked back at Hershelik a little bit to the content, but saw Hershelik snort and took a deep breath without a choice. And I slapped my hand as hard as I could on the desk in front of me. The neighborhood quiets down to the loud noise and all the attention of the indoor crowd is focused on Roy.

Roy clasped his neck uncomfortably as he rubbed his knocked hands against his desk, but Hershelik, who he instructed before being blamed, opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry about the excitement………………"

Hershelik sighs deeply and looks straight at Theodore.

"That's what Barbasse thinks.

"Huh!?

Theodore takes a breath. He's not the only one. All those who were in favor of his opinion did not miss those who were opposed to Hershelik as well as those who reacted in the same way.

Some of these are aware of the interior of the present kingdom of Gracis. Bartolt, the head of this fort in particular, is incompatible with Barbasse because of its solid nature. For this reason, he was forced to move to this border fort away from the King's capital. That's how Barbasse and his neighborhoods are flying their own inconvenient people far away or wiping them out unwittingly.

Hershelik continues his words with a spare look, as if he had foreseen everything.

"Looks like General Seguin wasn't the only one after all. You and you, you must have been upset when Barbasse's name came up.

Hershelik laughed with a small hand.

"And then you guys are mistaken. If you give me, the Imperial Army will retreat? Abandoning such a favorable situation, just one prince wouldn't be worth the loot, think about it normally.

"That is………!

To Theodore trying to argue, Hershelik shook his head sideways to fed up.

"Are you aware of this? Admit it, Barbasse dumped you and pawned you.

"That's not true, Your Highness. If you go to the Empire, I will be saved! Yes, Your Excellency……………"

Theodore shouted that way, but noticed that he held his mouth with his hand. But it's already too late. Everyone here heard about it. And that is also evidence that Barbasse is involved.

"If you dig your own grave, you can't help it.

Hershelik leaks a frightened bitterness.

"… then I will be exiled to the Empire.

Everyone was taken aback by the unrealistic words that came out of Theodore. But without letting that go, Theodore, who lost me, keeps saying things like screaming.

"You're killing me right here! Then surrender to the Empire with your prince! You don't want to die, either!

"What are you talking about!

It wasn't strange when he stepped out of the estate on the spot, it was Roy who hit him with words of censure, screaming like a waste of time child.

"Is it still the sword of the country, is it a shield!?

(Your Highness said he came to the fort without regard for his danger!

Roy gets so angry that he wonders if his blood will boil. He also forgot to denounce the fact that the other person was a general, let alone a nobleman.

"Shut up, civilians!

Theodore pulls out his sword with his face bright red on Roy's words. Roy and Bartolt stand in front of Theodore to protect Hershelik. But in that pressing atmosphere Hershelik leaked a small sigh and opened his mouth.

"It wouldn't make sense to argue within your peers...... cr.

"As you wish."

A man appeared behind Theodore in the conference room without sound. If anyone in this was careful and good at human observation, he might have realized that he was a soldier who came to reward the destruction of the Royal Army.

"From where!?

Theodore waved his sword up at the man with a reflex, but the man grabbed his sword-held arm in a flowing motion without panic and slapped his fist into his belly full of gaps.

"Ghoo!?

Theodore drops his sword groaning, holding his belly down with both hands and squatting.

While the status quo was not swallowed up and distracted, the man sank the prince into the ground in one blow and took control of the room in the same way as all those who agreed to send him to the Empire.

Of all those unable to move into the event, only Hershelik moved. I get up from my chair and walk over to a man in black.

"Clo, what's the situation?

"I pushed all the evidence....... did you get hurt?

The expression was hard to read because he was wearing a hood deep, but he felt the atmosphere lurking his eyebrows, and Hershelik slapped the bandaged arm with his dominant hand to show it.

"It's not a big scratch. Then all you have to do is ask the Imperial Army to pick it up. What about Oran and the others?

"He hides himself in the woods near the hills on the side of the plains where the Imperial Army is forming. I can always set up with the Imperial Army.

"Okay. Shall we go, then, Mr. Roy, and you all?

Hershelik, who says so and takes Crowe and walks out. Open the door and instruct the soldiers who were on your side to keep Theodore and the others.

And I looked down at the squatting Theodore.

"General Seguin, that's all I'm saying.

The look is chilling, unimaginable from the usual soft look.

"I am a prince. I am not willing to run away from that responsibility. If many human beings can be saved with one life of mine, I will gladly offer it. But."

Hershelik's gaze shot straight through Theodore looking up.

"This time, a lot of blood was wasted. Because of the selfish thoughts of some humans...... I will never forgive.

Yes, Hershelik said. I just add in my mind.

(I will never forgive you. Barbasse too...... helpless self too.

The eastern sky began to turn white, about to change from night to morning. The Hersheliks, rising to the height of the border fort, look up into the sky and look down on the ground.

Looking in the direction of the Atorad Empire to the west, there were hundreds of thousands of troops deployed. Red light, which would be a bonfire, was seen everywhere, and it was found that the enemy army had already begun to prepare.

Hershelik, who wanted to look down at the great army, turns his gaze to Cro, who was holding him right aside.

When Crowe nods at the Lord's gaze, he utters a demonic word and creates a light sphere in his hand. And threw it overhead. The light bulb ascends to the sky as thrown, and can be played.

"Your Highness, this is……………."

Roy floats a question mark as he looks up at the light sphere he could play, and Bartolt asks without knowing what it means. All Hershelik did was laugh and show them in a meaningful way.