A week has passed since I woke up.
I knew it.
I'm alone, facing the desk and weeping.
From the time I was fighting, I knew it. This is an inevitable rule.
But I fought to the end. I don't think I'm bad.
'Cause you will. Nobody wants this ending.
Like this...
"I can't believe the future keeps writing these documents!!
Replenishment of parts and equipment to repair damaged fuselage. Fuel recovery was stacked like a mountain with the original version of the start-up operator (Sense Board), his own record of action in the destruction report, and various other documents that had to be written.
While I was asleep, the captain of the other unit just wrote it up and submitted it, and I'm in a state of eating a poke out of my affairs.
You can't help it, because you weren't conscious!
I didn't mean to delay your work, either! It's just that my fuselage is a bit more expensive than the rest of the fuselage, it requires a lot of fuel, and I'm going to make it all custom-made because I use special parts for arming it!
As I exhale deeply, the door to the room opens with momentum.
"Mr. Eldo! Alive!"
"I feel like dying!
"To you, Eldo, an Angus characteristic nutrition drink! Drink this and you won't be able to sleep all day!
"What about that!?
"'Cause if you don't do that, you're not gonna make it, are you?
"Well yes!
All I can do is snort at Angus, who tilts his neck.
"Then let's go!
"Yeah, I'll definitely end it!
Pour nutritional drinks from the cup received into your stomach at once.
The tongue is surprising. The sweet flavor tickled the nasal cavity, with a hint of fruit.
"Oh, easy to drink"
"The taste has also been adjusted. And this is where it comes from."
"Huh!?
Drink for a few seconds. Cuckoo cuckoo and hot stuff creeping up from the back of my belly.
Ooh! This feels like it's working!
"How's it going?
"Wow. It feels like it's rising from the back of my body."
"Then one more step, let's do our best!
"Whoa!"
Grabbing the pen, I restarted my struggle with the paperwork.
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Heavy towns were aligned in the conference room of the Obard Empire Capital, its castle.
The atmosphere is very bad.
The defeat of the battle against the Kingdom of Faetal has arrived as a reliable piece of information, and the movements of the surrounding countries have become hasty, as they have responded to it.
Every country is gearing up to concentrate their forces on the border with Obard and attack them at any time.
Defeated by Faithful, the soldiers of Ovard, who have severely shredded their strength and morale, are not completely defensible.
That reality has pierced Obard himself, who has so far devoured other nations with our faces.
In heavy air, a trumpet will sound indicating the emperor's entry, and from the sleeve of the room Emperor Obard, Gandroyce Bielberg Obard, will enter the room.
Gandroyce looks around at the heavy towns when he gets to his seat. I could see a deep fatigue in that expression.
"Well, let's start a meeting. Prime Minister, I'll leave you to progress."
"Ha. Let's check the status of the Empire first."
The Chancellor will spread the map to the table and use pawns to show the deployment of troops in the surrounding countries and where Imperial Army troops are.
"First of all, it's Faetal. As a result of earlier defeats, the Faetal army began invading our country's towns through the buffer zone and now controls seven towns to place and rule there. Our troops are placed in their respective towns and adjacent towns to avoid any further proximity to the Empire City. We do surveillance."
"You're okay with protection with your current unit, aren't you?
To what one man said, the Chancellor shook his head sideways.
"I don't know. Surveillance focuses on knights who made prominent moves in earlier battles, but all knights said they were doing repairs and replenishments at bases on the Faetal side. Troops deployed in the town are centered around Abnomulet, and if you are sure of that information, you can protect it. However, if a knight comes out who allegedly defeated the first seat, everything could turn upside down."
Despair for the Empire. That is the very existence of Eldo.
Just for Eldo to come out on the battlefield, the previous maneuvers and results will be flipped. Attempted assassination is prevented by someone.
Unable enemies are still near the border. What can I say without calling this despair?
"However, we have received a letter from the Faetal side. As far as I can confirm this content, I was wondering if we could consider any further incursions as we stand."
"Can you tell me what that is?
"Sire, do you mind?
"Good."
Gandroyce nods one thing, and the Chancellor takes that letter out of his pocket.
"The content is to offer a truce if there is a will on the part of the Empire."
"You said it was from here!?
"You've been telling them to bow their heads to our country!
"That I licked it!
I've never been able to keep my head down before. To them like that, the notices from Faithal are nothing but humiliation.
Gandroyce and that's the same idea.
If I can do it, I want to put up a fight and beat it up again.
I still have an Abnomulet unit as a force of war. The Avila Bomb firing range is also inside the Empire and is therefore not controlled.
It's possible if you want to. Besides, if it makes sense...
The Abnomule unit is held in by the Abnomule unit of Faetal. Avila Bomb, too, Feital has actively set up defense mechanisms, which are already ineffective for almost all key bases.
In other words, none of the methods are enough to strike the fetal. Instead, poking poorly could even reopen the invasion that is now stopping.
That is not something you can very much choose as Emperor of the Obard Empire.
Not realizing Gandroyce, who held his fist in humiliation, the Chancellor goes on even further.
"If we are to offer a truce, it is also added that we attach conditions"
"Let's just ask."
"This is to disclose the detailed location of the refining facility for concentrated magic liquids (hi-maggia liquids)."
"Nah!?
"It's like you're telling me to expose my heart, like releasing the location of a refinery!?
"That's what I mean. I am saying a ceasefire condition, but it is essentially a declaration of defeat. If this condition were released, countries would be targeting our refineries first. And we must protect it, and we will be gradually eroded from the part we are dealing with."
Substantial stuffing. The land that has been expanding has been taken away, and the remaining land alone cannot compensate for the food of the inhabitants. Trade with other countries will inevitably be necessary, but neither will food be imported satisfactorily, hampered by feital-centric alliances.
Is it first for the country to decline and perish, or is it first for some country to eat it?
There was only one future in two.
"Come on, you faithful"
"Don't you have any hands! It would be your job to use your head!
"Yeah, that's right. And I've already told His Majesty what to do."
The Chancellor answered with dignity.
And turn your gaze to Gandroyce. Gandroyce nods one at it and rises.
"My country joins hands with mercenaries. Now that we still have land, our country earns more than any other country. We will therefore spare no effort to bring mercenaries into the empire, scattering the eastern countries and breaking through the siege net."
The power of Obard himself was indeed sharpened greatly in this battle. But the empire has an edge with mercenaries that have long been connected.
If mercenaries are hired to a greater extent than ever before, and if we open a breakthrough from a previously destroyed country, the empire will no longer perish, and if we take the plot of total resistance, Faithal will also be incapable of moving in a detour.
This is the last measure for Obard to survive.
"My country is not dead yet. Until you rule this world of mine, Obard will never stop walking!
With Gandroyce's strong proclamation, it was imperial policy that was to be decided.
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N 37,11,58 E 19,36,20 At this coordinates, the reconnaissance unit of Faetal was coming.
Expanding to the front is the vast sea plains. And there's a desert spread on my back that I've been walking in.
"The coordinates are specified here."
Bernard, who had been entrusted with the captain of the reconnaissance unit, peers around, illuminating the map with the coordinates of his current location. But it doesn't seem like there's anything in particular.
"Well, I mean, there's a chance there's something going on."
"It's information from enemy mercenaries. That too is that princess of betrayal. What the hell kind of things pop up"
"Begin the investigation with care. Let's just focus on the coastline and explore the ground."
Copy that.
Ten troops scatter simultaneously and begin exploring the perimeter. But naturally you won't find anything there.
After about an hour, Bernard stopped exploring once the fatigue began to be visible to all the crew.
"You mean you can't just explore it?
"Is it possible that keywords are needed, appear by time, per false information in the first place"
"Do I need to spend a few days"
"Isn't it dangerous?
The information the mercenaries have conveyed means that other mercenaries may be using this place.
If the opponent had an Armunale, this one would be wiped out in an instant if discovered.
"But there was nothing. You can't go home. At least we need to find out what this coordinate meant."
"Then I will prepare a desert camouflage tent. It's a little off the coast."
"That doesn't matter. Get ready. I'll explore the surroundings a little bit more"
Copy that.
My men will begin preparations for the camp. In the meantime, Bernard came again to a place where he could see the coastline.
A small island that can be spotted dotted on a sea plain that extends into sight.
That's where I noticed. Compared to the map, the island is also within critical range of its coordinates.
"Is that it?
But what the hell is on the island? There's nothing like a landing strip on this coastline, on top of the fact that it's broken up at sea.
I mean, even if there's something on that lonely island, we have to use the boat more from somewhere else to get here.
Let them watch the ocean, just in case.
If a mercenary with an armunale floats around this vicinity large enough to put it on board, even the naked eye should be able to spot it adequately.
With that in mind, Bernard decided to place twenty-four hours of surveillance in each desert and sea.
And I started surveillance for three hours. The anomaly came as soon as I could.
"Captain Bernard!
Soldiers watching the ocean called for an urgent look.
"Did you find anything?"
"Give me that."
Where the soldier points. There was a single path leading to the island.
Besides, even the sand is still paved with stone.
"The road!?
"It's a tide. When the salt pulled, the ground to the island seemed to be a facial mechanism."
"I see."
"Do you move? The tide is creating a path that, over time, will sink into the ocean again."
"No, we don't need to move right away. Count the time the road is showing up. I'm glad I crossed, but I can't believe the tide is full and the road is gone. It's not even funny."
Copy that.
This gave me faith in the information brought to me by the princess of betrayal.
I wouldn't have bothered to give you coordinates at death to show this rare view. Then there must be something about mercenaries on the lonely island at the end of that road.
Having gained certainty, Bernard held his fist quietly, without taking his gaze off the island.
After a day of continuous surveillance thereafter, it was found that the road appeared twice a day and that the time it was appearing was more or less after noon and around sunset.
"Tomorrow I'm going to get on an island. I want to talk to you about splitting up the troops there."
At night, leaving the surveillance crew behind to gather them all, Bernard inquired.
He originally carried out exploratory missions in a small number with an emphasis on secrecy. As a result, it is also possible that sufficient personnel cannot be secured when troops are separated.
But if a trap had been set on an isolated island, it would be impossible to bring information back to Faithal when the crossers were wiped out. To prevent it, divide the troops, and those who remain will tell Faithal about it if those who went to the island do not return.
"Is it two units? Impossible… but not"
"It's also dangerous."
"As far as I'm concerned, getting on an isolated island feels quick in itself. Wouldn't it be okay if we just checked in a little bit more?
"I think so too. We've only checked the tide for a day, and the separation of changes isn't always on a daily basis."
"I agree. Given the current developments in Obard and the surrounding countries, I was wondering if we should communicate the information to Inés as soon as possible"
"I suppose I could split up, but not a little less troops to leave behind? The rest of us just have to hide and wait."
"Hmm..."
Bernard sums up everyone's opinions and gives answers.
"Well, let's see how it goes one more day. So if there doesn't seem to be any change, divide the troops into three and seven and cross to the island with seven."
Copy that!
To conclude, the Bernards crossed the night.
The second anomaly came before sundown the next day.
Now we have an urgent call from a desert watch.
That was that you could see Armunale in the distance. Its color is black. No doubt, it belongs to a mercenary.
Bernard wakes up all the members who were taking a nap and fills all their tracks in the desert.
And we also put a desert camouflage cloth on ourselves, assimilated to some of the vast deserts and welcomed the mercenaries.
As tension runs on everyone, the mercenaries move along the coastline.
It's just when the tide shows up in the ocean.
They crossed there, naturally.
Those who had binoculars look at them all at the same time.
"It's still that island"
"What do you have?"
"If you look, you'll see."
Without noticing their gaze, the mercenaries cross the road and reach the island.
At the next moment, everyone in the reconnaissance unit lost their word to what happened.
The island runs and part of the forest opens like a door. The mercenaries naturally disappeared into its mouth.
"Is this the secret?"
"You still have time?
"Twenty more minutes. Enough to cut across."
"It's faster than planned, but it's moving."
Divide into predetermined units and cross the road for seven with Bernard in the lead.
By the time the Bernards arrived, the mouth where the fuselage had already entered had been closed. But if you look near it, you'll find a passageway.
"Let's go. Hand sign after that."
Hidden, everyone confirms the handsign response and slides the body into the door quietly as it opens.
There seems to be no lookout, just a little lamp hanging on the stairs leading to the bottom.
We're all going backwards as we check the perimeter.
The stairs are long and seem to run everywhere. But suddenly my sight opens when I get down enough.
"This place..."
Bernard leaks his voice without forgetting that it's a secret.
The view that was spreading was an underground town.
White smoke was rising from all over the place and a vibrant world was spreading.
"Did the information on the princess of betrayal indicate this place?"
Where the words have spilled further, I remember my current position with a slap on the shoulder from the other crew.
Send an apology with your eyes and indicate further infiltration with a hand sign.
Make sure the town is looking good as you go down the back alley. There were many factories to put scraps in, and the atmosphere also seemed like a workshop with the Faithal craftsmen.
It is obvious that the mercenaries are developing Armunale here.
And there's one thing that bothers me if I'm supposed to be servicing it.
Bernard felt goosebumps all over his body.
There is a refining facility for concentrated magic liquids (hi-maggia liquids). There was such certainty in Bernard.
Whether it should be checked firmly with your eyes.
Even the mercenaries would be under strict security if it were a refinery for concentrated magic liquids (hi-maggia liquids). Infiltrating with current members is extremely difficult, and there is a danger of being moved if found.
Then should we tell them that there is a possibility and leave them to the penetration unit after that?
When Bernard is troubled, his men slap him on the shoulder again.
Reflecting that he was too immersed in his thoughts, and looking ahead his men pointed, Armunale was approaching this way.
It's the fuselage we came in before we broke in.
Bernard decides to withdraw and sends an immediate hand sign.
And they followed the town quietly.