I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way? (WN)

The front expanded from that battle of the Great Plains, where Kings' direct army was put in and became a full-fledged meeting.

Apparently Lindar's side did not follow Archsia's surrender recommendations, even though he said he suffered an obvious great defeat.

The number of enemy soldiers captured by Arxia in the last battle exceeds six hundred. They say the number of casualties of war is four thousand, even if it's mildly estimated.

I don't know Lord Denzel's mind rather than Lindar trying to make that much sacrifice, abandon his prisoners and send in more soldiers... In any case, the reason for the meeting was the "protest against the unjustified discrimination against the blood of the Duke of Lindar" against the failure to admit Prince Albato to the Academy.

Arksia is also Arksia. Even nominally, if I registered Prince Albert's name on the school enrollment roster, I wouldn't have had to shed extra people's blood.

I can't even make a peek at that dissatisfaction on the table when it comes to being put on the front line to the king's direct army, and I can't even face being a nation according to the fact that it's just an emerging state called the United Kingdom of Lindar, so I'm convinced.

... Isn't that something you can't help but think so when you're actually on the front line?

With a sudden repositioning, my army, which was put on the front without knowing how to work with the rest of the army, has already taken the toll of more than thirty wounded soldiers and six dead. I'm breaking it off because it's war... but I'm going to hate myself for being able to break it off.

Among the dead soldiers were those who slept in the same room during their time in the barracks.

"Then, in the next defensive battle, we will appoint the defense of the Lithox plateau, the northern part of Yugfena, the corner of the Bandician plateau, as Count Cardia and his leadership, as well as the Knights under the flag"

I was unable to complain with joy about that order, which was immediately handed down to me by the Marquis Laurenzorel, the commander-in-chief of the King's army, after a mere meeting of heads of the House of Lords.

"… Deadly"

My Cardiac army because I received bad praises and so on... No, are you an uncle's army already? Anyway, I hear my army is supposed to be on the front line in earnest. Didn't you configure it as a horseman for backward support?

The Lithox Plateau is a small platform on the southwestern edge of the Bandicia Plateau, where the flatlands continue to stretch, and the neighboring Elgnard supplements it with a small voice if even a small defense makes use of the profits.

I guess so if that's what he says. Claudia's blood ties were helped by rational figures. Well, more than my awkward imagination, knights in this country are just rational people.

... There is no choice but to reorganize the troops of the leadership to the extent that there is no problem with their command.

You can't just stand on the front line on a boulder, but you can't leave it organized to carry things.

The liaison brings together Oscar's team, who combine operational staff, to train Gunter's squad, the only infantry unit without horses, in conjunction with the heavily armed horseback cavalry, which gathers elites led by Azir, within a meagre period of time between the fronts.

It brings together as my direct unit a lightweight horseback cavalry led by Theomel, on which the Syl warriors were based, and a team of Calvin's lightweight horseback cavalry, who had been formerly trained in the leadership, and then a guerrilla force made up of Claudia and the smallest number of lightweight horseback cavalry that could accompany their movements.

I feel strange that the guerrilla unit will be the main unit, but I can't help but be the one on the most mobile Laswiwok.

Besides, Oscar, who is more familiar with the ways of the Knights of Fort Yugfena and sets up a solid operation, would be better suited to lead the infantry than I, who don't know Theory of War.

"We can't give soldiers out, but if we have what we need for defense, we'll consider it. What can I get you, Countess Cardia?

The mood shriveled only slightly in the disgusting mouthfeel of the royalty of the King's capital's coat of law in the next moment, admired by the fair judgment of the Marquis Laurenzorel. On purpose, Countess, in emphasizing, I suppose you are outrageous at the knight's costume I am wearing.

The sudden ascension and praise given to the handle, which I think would have just coincided with my own coincidence, was linked to the bad reputation of the Cardian territory whispered every time, and apparently bought a splendid tribute to the aristocracy of the court.

Although the former Marquis Nordstelm has grown up since he became a marquis, he still seems to be blown into something that remains troublesome in the shadows with the northern aristocracy, and he can hear the noise everywhere that he is the daughter of a demon who rejoices in bathing blood because of the evidence that draws the brutal blood of his father for the annihilation of enemy soldiers.

That's why I don't know. I plan on losing most of it if I even graduate from the House of Lords, such as dating the center anyway. The abusiveness of Ning Lo's crazy father's concession seems painful in the midst of those who have only enough power to send me to the dead without question. My thoughts were strangely exalted, backwards of upsetting around my belly.

Now, I was sitting there thinking with my eyes about how to kill the morale of my opponent, and that's when a good idea comes to mind.

I just remembered a ridiculous ploy by the Grand Duke to line up skewered corpses. As always, the memory that stays stuck in this head claims its existence without context.

"So can I have all the prisoners to execute?"

"... a prisoner? What the hell kind of maneuver would that be?

I just glanced at the surprised nobility.

Then, as he panicked, he sat busily shaking his head beside him, "Again, good, you just have to talk to the commander-in-chief".

What was that reaction?

In line with your expectations around the corner, the soldiers didn't have to drain them in vain - and they thought of a great tactic that would kill the morale of those Denzel soldiers and give them a tragic defeat and death.

"You look bad."

That's what Elgnard next door says as he laughs at me sideways.

"... is it?

"I can understand your hatred for Denzel, but... you can keep the prisoner. No annihilation this time."

Elgnard's admiration is probably unforgiving. My actions on the battlefield, which are scattered, are obvious because they are based on him.

Impressions really matter. In the sense of "oh, not".