Kuro no Senki (LN)

Night - The white light characteristic of magic items illuminates the conference hall.

Ralph sits in his seat and awaits Alfort's arrival.

The same is true of Commissioner Burkmeyer, who is waiting.

He was sitting in a face-to-face seat, sloppily disgruntled.

Now that the director of the Bowties Treasury is dead, the only heavy minister is himself.

Then I guess you consider the position of Treasurer to be your own.

It's a crappy delusion.

How can you conveniently believe that you can be treasury director?

Damn, he's a tough guy.

Even though the Treasury Director's status is his own.

But, well, if the rebellion comes to a paragraph, you can give him his status.

Of course, after exchanging a memorandum that it would not harm Ralph.

I can't trust you if you don't do that.

Betil - No sign of Chancellor Pisce, but this is the usual thing.

I have not been able to climb the castle because I am ill or anything.

I want you to stay in the mansion and pull into the cage because I have trouble getting weirdly motivated.

Nevertheless, Ralph stared at the door of the conference hall.

It's been a long time since I've been in the conference room, but Alfort hasn't come yet.

I know I'm calling it in myself, but that's the kind of guy Alfort is.

On the outside - how can I be seen like an emperor, that's all I care about.

The emperor doesn't mean anything if it's not accompanied by the contents.

I inadvertently remembered my predecessor - Ramal V.

Now that I think about it, there was no such place in Ramal V.

I knew I was incompetent because I had an excellent brother.

There was no pride either.

Maybe my pride didn't grow because of my brilliant brother.

Even when the perimeter is lifted, a comparable object exists nearby.

Besides, I'm better than myself.

Unless you're stupid enough, you realize you're incompetent.

Looking at Alfort, it seems to me that Ramal V was competent.

Well, he was actually incompetent.

incompetent, and had no pride.

That's why he bowed his head like a mercenary and delegated full powers to Alcor.

I've been thinking that...

"... oh"

Ralph took a small breath.

Ramal V gave top priority to the operation of the state.

So the mercenaries bowed their heads, and Alcor entrusted them with full powers.

As a result, the country was rebuilt.

Is it too worn to think that that was his pride?

That sounds like a good story.

Maybe he was proudly chested when he was alone.

With that in mind, the door opened.

Of course, it was Alfort who opened the door.

Ralph corrected his residence when he finally arrived.

Alfort leaned down as he slowly lowered to his seat.

I don't suppose you're heartbroken by the death of the Bowties Treasurer.

The emperor who lost his heavy minister should think he will.

Damn, it's hard.

I wonder if I could mourn his death a little more.

I wonder for myself what you're thinking.

"............... Bowties Treasury Director Killed"

"Oh, what do you mean!

When Alford told him to squeeze it out, Commissioner Burkmeyer pronounced himself out.

It seems too deliberate.

"What a tragedy not to know that a heavy minister who supported the rest would be killed!

"No way, I didn't expect to be killed..."

Ooh, ooh, and Commissioner Burkmeyer covered his face with both hands.

How long do I have to hang out with this farce?

It was just a little harsh.

"But, but the rest is untouched! Defeat the rebels for the Bowties Treasurer as well and let the Empire flourish!

"Your Majesty! I will lend you strength while not extending!

"Thank you for your loyalty, Commissioner Burkmeyer."

"No, no, there's no extermination either! Your Majesty's dedication will be my pleasure!

Oh! and the two covered their faces.

It sounds like a dog howl, but he's probably going to be crying.

Ralph put his hands together and prayed to God.

I am a person who lacks faith, and I still have the feeling of keeping it that way.

But I felt like I could pray for him on this occasion.

The howl breaks after a while.

"... we must decide to succeed the Director of the Bowties Treasury"

Your Majesty, and Ralph raised their hands.

"What?"

"Bowties, I'd like you to give me the authority of Treasurer."

"Nah."

"What!

blocked Alfort's voice, and Commissioner Burkmeyer screamed.

"Director of the Burkmeyer Promissory"

"And if you'll excuse me,"

When Alford glanced at him, the director of the Burkmeyer Probation slipped away.

"Why is that?

"Your Majesty, the Empire is in a very dangerous state."

"Holy shit!"

Alfort opened his eyes to surprise.

It was pretty dangerous at the time they held the harbor down, but apparently they don't understand.

What kind of education did you give him, and he sighs small.

"10,000 soldiers are already out of combat."

"Oh, my God! Ten thousand!

Alfort opened his eyes again.

I was reporting it properly, but didn't I really grasp it?

If this is an act, why do you do such a waste?

I don't understand.

"... then"

"Dear Left......"

"If we don't have a solace festival for the dead of war -"

"No, sir."

Ralph barged in with vegetables.

"Well, let's take the wounded..."

"Your Majesty, do not give the wrong priority"

Ralph blocked Alfort's words.

"We must suppress the insurgency. Comfort festivals and so on. You can do as much later as you want."

"But as emperor..."

"Sire, I'll say it again. You must not give the wrong priority. Now is the time to do everything in our power to suppress the rebels."

"But..."

"If you don't do everything in your power here, Your Majesty will be killed."

"- Huh!"

Alfort was breathtaking.

"Well, why would they kill the rest?

"That's because the purpose of the rebels is to restore the Empress Tilia."

"Hey, why's my sister-in-law up there?

"Your Majesty is in the way for Empress Tilia to take the throne."

"Our mothers are the difference, not our sisters and brothers (today)..."

Alfort still looks like he's going to cry.

They're so scared of getting killed.

In the first place, this revolt arose because Alfort tried to kill his brother-in-law, Chrono.

What's more, wasn't Alfort willing to kill Empress Tilia?

And yet, how can you think that you won't be killed?

I don't know why.

Will I illusion that I have become God when I empower incompetence?

Interesting spiritual work.

If you were a doctor, you must have been studying it.

"Sire, I lay it over you. Suppressing the insurgency is now a top priority."

"No, but as emperor..."

Do you want to have so many solace festivals when you remain on the comfort side?

Ralph opened his mouth in dismay.

"If we don't crack down on the rebellion, our lives are in danger. The rebels are about half a day away with horses, and the surrounding marquis is full of rebels."

"Well, why are the neighbors here?

"I don't understand."

Honestly, I know how you feel.

If you can sell a favor just by overlooking the rebels coming and going, you'll overlook as much as you want.

They are selfish.

"But that's all for sure. We are in a state of distress because of what the surrounding lords have done."

"What do you mean?

"… a separate rebel unit is attacking our army's supply team"

I am also reporting this, but is Alfort reading the report?

No, he's an asshole who wants to have a solace festival in this situation.

You should think you don't know anything.

That doesn't have to be more annoying.

"We need to move more flexibly to protect His Majesty's life."

"To protect the rest of my life."

Alfort said as he jammed the words.

"Sir Left."

……

Alfort silenced.

Have you finally realized that your life is in danger?

After a while, the director of the Burkmeyer Promise opened his mouth.

"Sire!"

"Ha, yu, forgive me for speaking"

"I am afraid I cannot endorse the fact that the Director of Military Affairs concurrently assumes the position of Treasury Director. Then the military can move at its own discretion."

"Hmm, does Lord Burkmeyer Promissory want to move his army on his own?

"... well, that's"

Commissioner Burkmeyer was caged in his mouth.

It would have been easier for me to move on if you'd told me that, but I don't have a choice.

"Let's do this, then. Once we have cracked down on this rebellion, let us cede our authority as military commissioner to Commissioner Burkmeyer. What do you say?

"Well, then..."

Commissioner Burkmeyer withdrew lightly.

Well, naturally?

"Sire, what do you think?

"Ugh, um, you're gonna protect the rest of us, right?

Regardless, Ralph gave it back briefly.

"Well, then, let's acknowledge your responsibilities."

"Thank you"

Ralph lowered his head with a pepper.

"Or you must protect the rest of us."

"Of course you are"

Honestly, I don't care about Alford's life or anything.

But suppressing the rebels leads to protecting Alfort's life.

In that sense, our interests are in agreement.

Either way, I can move the army without worrying about the budget.

But Ralph isn't optimistic enough to think he can win this.

No, optimism isn't so likely to win.

If you try to gather soldiers, the surrounding marquis must discern the Empire.

The merchants will escape if they know the defeat is intense.

Think about it now if you want to use trump cards (Leonhardt) and think back soon.

That is only in the interest of the House of the Duke of Palatium.

Somehow, it's a man who betrays his friends.

If we don't create a situation that won't betray us, this one could be killed.

"… Your Majesty"

"Hey, what is it?

"I was wondering if you could write me a sentence."

"So, who do I write to?

"To the Duke of Palatium"

"Wow, okay."

Alford nodded without even showing a distressing bare gesture.

Normally, I don't think the Duke of Palatium can help Alfort.

How beneficial it would be to lend strength to the rebels.

But humans don't just move because of the pros and cons.

Morning - Peter took his men and headed to Alfilc Castle.

Because they ordered us to transport supplies.

I drank and slept last night.

Sometimes logistics is lagging behind and booze is precious.

I wish I had added and subtracted a little more, but I feel good.

I drank alcohol and just slept through the night and I felt better.

In short, it didn't matter that much about the wounded.

Right now, all I care about is work.

Rebels may strike again.

Thinking about it, I get a feeling of darkness.

That said, work is work.

You have to be serious.

Peter reached Alfilc Castle and exhaled in a ho.

The carriage was not gone.

Besides, there's no sign of the wounded.

Unfortunately, the body remains intact...

As Peter thought about what to do with the body, the men next door opened their mouths.

"... Last night, Bowties Treasurer was killed by the wounded," he said.

"If you say so, you've heard that."

"Is that all?

My men said in surprise.

Perhaps you would like to say that military director Ralph Libra has designed it to be so.

Peter thinks so too.

But there is no evidence, and there are too many elements of uncertainty for a ploy.

You can also think of it as betting on those who succeed, but not in a very smart way.

Oh, no, maybe he's smart to go around.

Because you could have killed someone without leaving evidence.

"Don't think about the extra. Whatever they're doing up there, it's none of our business."

"Well, well, yes."

"Let's talk to each other."

Repelling military commissioner Ralph Libra doesn't change anything.

You'll either get slackened or there 'll just be more bodies.

"Okay."

"That's good"

"So tell me about yourself... what do you want to do with the body?

"Right."

Even in the winter, you can't just throw it down in front of the castle.

If someone's going to bury me, I will, but it won't.

"Let's take it to the cemetery north of the city"

"If you lend me the manpower and the scoop, I'll bury you."

"That's not our job."

We are a supply unit.

Orders will also carry out the transport of the wounded and bodies, but not the funeral parlor.

"There's no way you can dig a grave for thousands of people right away."

"Well, it'll take a while."

"In the first place, there's no shovel."

"There's been a lot of it."

"Those are supplies."

Peter sighed small.

"It should be delivered to the Imperial Army position, and it's not good for us to use it."

"Is this it if I use it?

My men did the trick of scratching my throat with their thumbs.

"I don't know that much."

"Aren't you going to the warehouse?"

"Want to give it a try?

"I don't like it."

"I don't like it either."

My men said it like it was muddled and Peter gave it back the same way.

"In the first place, how did you collect those supplies?"

"Captain"

"What?"

"It's not our job to think about it."

"You're right."

Peter smiled bitterly at his men's words.

Get the job done.

That's all you have to think about.

We're moving the body to the cemetery.

"Ha!

To Peter's words his men stretched their spines.

Peter and the others lowered their bodies in the cemetery, loaded with supplies and left the Empire City.

The residents' gaze was just as terrible as yesterday's.

But I felt better than I did yesterday.

I do my job.

The feeling made me feel better.

That's right.

We're doing our job.

They work just like peasants, craftsmen, and merchants.

Why.

Because if you don't, you can't eat it.

Sometimes you have to do an unwanted job to eat.

Sometimes you have to keep your head down even if you think it's unreasonable.

That's what work is all about.

At least that's what Peter understood.

I'm sorry. This is my job, too.

I'm glad I just thought so, but I made a detour.

Peter rides a horse and takes the street west.

I feel like the first time I rode a horse.

High vision - no, I feel like I see things well.

I just feel that way.

If you get ambushed - you can curse yourself as to what is' I feel like I see things well '.

As I was moving on with that in mind, my men called out.

"Captain, are the rebels attacking?

"Well, you're gonna attack me."

"This one's only loaded with shovels and tools, but it's hard work."

"They're working too."

Peter stroked his jaw.

"Advance team, you're not coming back."

"... oh"

Drop the tone of your voice and hammer.

He's got a few cavalry ahead of him, but maybe he got hit this minute.

"When you were attacked..."

"Yes, on hand."

"That's good"

Just make the transportation of supplies a priority, even if it's right.

Soldiers in the rear will serve as lords...

"But is that good?

"What?

"I wondered if I could surrender."

"I'll leave that decision to myself."

That said, it's up to them to take me prisoner.

It is also possible that he will be tortured badly after being taken prisoner.

"I hope they don't punish me."

"Tell them you loaded the enemy's barracks."

"Is that how you get through?"

I thought you were going to come through.

"Be optimistic..."

"Be quiet."

Peter raised his hand and blocked his men's words.

There is a black shadow far ahead.

That's...

"Move on. Heh!

Peter screamed and ran his horse.

Several of my men follow me.

After a while, I found out who the shadow was.

Should I say it again?

It was my men who were falling on the streets.

But only one.

There are no other members.

Plus there were stones rolling down the street.

Covered in stone over dozens of meters, just like last time.

Peter jumped off the horse a few meters in front of the stone.

And then take the wooden plate that I left tied to the saddle.

Push it to the ground and keep moving forward.

Once every few years, the Empire is covered in snow.

In short, it's a snow repellent.

The stone is bounced onto the plate, creating enough space for the wheels to pass through.

Looking next door, my men were playing the stone the same way.

Allowing as much space for a carriage to pass through, Peter looked back.

"Damn it!

Throw away small.

Smoke was rising behind the supply squad.

But I can't go help you.

That burned down 40% of the food last time.

"Move on! Move on! Move on, hey!

Shortly after Peter raised his voice, a carriage passed in front of him at a fierce speed.

That's how fast you keep dropping loads.

If you couldn't tie it with a string, you must have dropped the load.

Well, what do we do? and Kane watch the battle.

A bow cavalry releases an arrow and enemy soldiers respond.

That said, the enemy soldiers' arrows have not arrived here.

There are also differences in the performance of weapons, but it is also significant that they are blocked from sight by smoke.

If an enemy soldier angles and releases an arrow, it may reach us.

You can't lose fighting like this...

"All right! We're retreating!

"I think you can win if you keep fighting like this?

One of the bow cavalry speaks such a question as he releases an arrow.

I just want you to shut up and obey, but there's still room.

It is also the role of the Commander to raise his men.

"They are lords, and the main unit has fled."

"Yeah, sure."

The bow cavalry nodded.

Even Kane sensed that the enemy had withdrawn.

There's no way you can't notice an elf with excellent vision and hearing.

"Perhaps we can make him a prisoner."

"Prisoner."

Kane scratched his head.

I've thought about it before...

"You stink of trouble even when you're a prisoner. It's hard to take them because they're a long way to base camp. It's troublesome to monitor and take care of them."

"I see."

The bow cavalry gave me the look of just saying the point had been made.

"In the first place, they're common soldiers. I don't have a lot of information on where I took him."

"So is that."

"Are you convinced?

"Yes, I did"

"All right, then retreat."

Kane circled his horse's head and took the street east.

But I add in my heart.

The enemy supply team was able to escape with minimal sacrifice.

I'm pretty sure I learned from my last failure.

Growing up like this is a pain in the ass.

I'd like to use a variety of hands...

"... don't let them impress you."

Kane groaned in a potpourri.

Evening...

"Hey, how's it going?

"As you can see."

As Roy spoke, Richard glanced lightly over his shoulder.

General soldiers are digging the ground around.

Depth is as deep as chest to hips, but wide enough that humans, elves and dwarves can't jump over it.

It's about four hundred meters long.

Given the size of the field positions, progress can never be said to be good.

That said, Roy wasn't going to blame the Richards.

This is all I could dig through in the absence of shovels and scissors.

Instead, you should praise him.

They're not attacking us.

"Well, the way the rebels fight is defensive."

Richard groaned potpourrily and Roy gently returned it.

The rebels fight in a way that relies on field positions.

No, we can only fight in a way that relies on field positions.

It's a bitter way to take advantage of limited bills.

Most importantly, the same is true of empires with restrictions.

We must also be vigilant on the southern border while dealing with the rebels.

The logistics is further delayed because of the upper level, and there is no prospect of the situation improving.

I have to put a piece on it in the shortest possible time.

The insurgents to be attacked defend and the Imperial Army to be defended attack.

Whatever, the guy called the world is full of irony.

I even feel like I'm part of it here.

"That's a good thing."

"But I'm anxious. I feel my gaze at night, and I look around, and I'm staring from the nearby woods."

"That's plain harassment."

"Plain, but effective"

Richard said like he was sick of it.

I guess it's extra easy to notice because I'm a director.

Nevertheless, I would hardly expect to load this spirit without fighting.

"You're under night assault. I'm in the mood to be told I can kill anytime."

"Why, you don't think they're attacking me?

"You don't know. Maybe to make you think you're not setting me up."

"That much to be alarmed about?

"Sounds like you will."

"Like?"

"I've read stories like that in a war book or something"

When Roy asked the parrot back, Richard said that.

"Ha ha, you've been studying seriously."

"I've been studying seriously."

Richard said in a sigh.

"Do they even know that?

"What do you think? It's such a minor book that I can't even remember the title..."

"But it's a book, isn't it?

"... oh"

Richard just nodded that he had finally got to the point.

Being in a book means anyone can learn.

polar theory, as long as the letters can be read, the subhuman will be able to do the same.

Maybe it's more troublesome than I thought.

When I thought about it, I heard horses groaning.

When I saw who heard the horse groan, I saw the supply squad.

As Roy headed under the supply squad, Richard followed slightly late.

Peter is the one leading the horse.

"Oops, tired."

"Good luck. We're here to deliver supplies."

Peter went down from his horse and saluted Roy.

Ooh, and open your eyes gently.

Because he was as confident as someone else.

It also looks like it's emitting light from your body.

"What about the rebels?

"We have been raided, but there are very few casualties. No supplies burned."

"Oh, thank you for your hard work"

"... no, because it's my job"

Peter answered after only a few moments.

"After I put the supplies down, will you transport the bodies to the Imperial City?

"If ordered."

"- Huh!"

There was a breathtaking sound from behind, so Roy raises his hand and controls it.

If not, Richard would have eaten Peter and hung him up.

But Peter's words also make sense.

Roy is not your manager.

We need procedure to order him.

"An order. Of course, leave it in writing so you can't blame it later"

"Understood."

"... you've changed"

Peter smiled bitterly at Roy's words.

"I finally realized that."

"What?

"Who I am."

"... right"

Roy nodded quietly.

I wanted to ask you who you perceived yourself to be, but I stopped.

I don't know if you'll answer me if I ask, and I don't think I'll get the answer I want back.

I can't even tell you.

I haven't lived such a fine life.