Price of Management

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“Now I'm getting some fresh air. ”

Duke Rompel, who captured the heights, stood on a huge rock at the top of the mountain peak and looked around the mountain range.

You can see the soldiers barely moving in the cloudy mountains. The battle between the Horn Empire and the Ligand Territories was also seen in the eyes of the superhuman Duke Rompel.

And beyond that, I noticed the ligand garrison's headquarters. Severe earthquakes built on top of cliffs and waterfalls to maximize their defenses. Even important roads were firmly erected and even fairytaled with the surrounding leafy foliage to conjure up illusions.

“No kidding. What a remarkable architectural design. With this level of skill, I'd like to see the face of a professional architect. ”

Duke Romfel admired it purely.

A perfect combination of architects and strategists!

I could feel the repercussions in my mind to make it difficult for me to attack.

“Robert's right. This fight is not a rush. You'll be ruined without stepping in. ”

It was a structure that was designed to make counter-attacks easier when attempted with excessive force. Each peak has a geographical context that is very easy to connect with. When one is attacked, forces advance from the other to attack the rear of the enemy.

Duke Romfel has decided not to rush.

I decided to proceed with what should be done step by step.

First, we set up an outpost by setting up a serious site on this notice.

“Build your seriousness. ”

“Old.”

One word was enough.

The well-trained Horn Empire did exactly what the soldiers would do on their own, regardless of whether Duke Rompel was going around or not.

I built a barracks for sleeping inside and built a gazebo post on the rocks or sacks of dirt for every major road. I quickly set up an alternate guard system at the post and struck the fence with a wooden stake.

It was the true value of the Horn Empire that scared us so fast.

While the soldiers were working on the serious construction, Duke Romfel examined the situation.

Beacon Mountains are already showing signs of completing an attack, but I can also see that the Ligand army has been ambushed and is struggling.

The nervousness of the master revealed that all of Nalan Ligand's territorial forces were capable of mountaineering and repeating surprise and retreat compared to the Horn Empire.

“You've prepared a lot of opponents. ”

Such an organized movement in a rugged mountain range was not something I was used to just living in. It was a combat ability that required a long time of training in preparation for the exhibition.

The strategist who moves the ligand territory has anticipated and prepared for this situation since before the war.

Isn't it amazing how long you've been preparing for a war in such a small territory?

However, it was not a pretty sight for an ally soldier to be killed by an enemy.

But it was then.

“Huh?"

Duke Romfel has detected a strange anomaly.

In the mountain peaks to the north, I sense the basis of a massive error.

It wasn't one. It was two.

And that enormous and peaceful error, like the lake, must have been that of the master.

“Basque Kunt and Rick Fernanza! ”

The blood begins to boil. Duke Romfel grinned and pulled out the Battle Axe on his back.

“Kuhaha, do you think it'll be fun to play with the tides? I'm going to make this body fun! ”

There was no one to stop him.

Duke Rompel leapt off the rocks as he did. As soon as I landed on the ground, I jumped back as hard as I could.

Pa!

Over two metres tall, he began to climb down the mountain as if flying in the sky.

The soldiers who were building up the seriousness had to stare behind him dazed.

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“Incoming!”

Basque shouted.

Rick senses the same aura and stops the long sword from swinging.

By the time the two men stopped killing, the Horn Empire soldiers fled in horror. No matter how well trained the elite are, they are here to fight, not to be slaughtered unilaterally.

Horned soldiers fleeing the Horn.

But Basque and Rick no longer care about the Stragglers. Their attention was focused on a young man approaching from the south at a rapid pace.

Soon, In-young, who looked vague, gradually started to look at the silhouette in detail.

Duke Rompel was the owner of a strong looking appearance, just as he had heard. It was also the domination of Battle Axe, a heavy weapon that was regarded as heavy.

Basque and Rick were masters of error, so they could tell a lot from the look of them.

One hand can handle Battle Axe freely.

The power and weight of a single attack goes far beyond common sense.

Moreover, because that heavy weapon is used with one hand, the other hand can balance the body and perform faster and freer movements.

I think I understand why Caroc was a real monster and expressed concern, making a cautious spit.

“Father, that looks like a real monster. ”

“I've heard so much about monsters as living history, but it's shocking to see them with my own skin. ”

Basque also trembled.

Rick falls naturally away from the basque. Positioned to work in both directions.

They felt the master's intuition that the two of them should face each other together.

“Hello!! ”

110-year-old greetings resounded. It was loud enough for the birds to rush up from the forest. It was even more amazing that it wasn't the voice of error.

“Are you Grand Duke Romfeld? ”

Basque asked.

It was a very polite attitude to think of the hostility that I had used during my bone-shaving training.

However, the opponent deserves to be treated as such.

Duke Romfel nods with a big smile.

“I've heard a lot about you. You were so worried about our rich man? ”

However, he acknowledged the opposing Pokémon and was never afraid. There was a strong flow of error in Basque.

Duke Rompel laughed.

“Kuhahaha! A dead end? Yeah, you were a funny kid. You raised your son so well. There are many praises saying that children's farming is rich. ”

“You're welcome. ”

“Your second son, I presume? ”

“Yes.”

Rick grunts, indifferent to his opponent's courtesy.

Of course, Duke Rompel didn't mind, just switched between Basque and Rick.

A smile was placed on my mouth, hidden in a hot white beard.

“I think this is an unfair battle for you. ”

“Unfair? To us? ”

Tendon sprang from Basque's forehead. Rick's face crumples badly, too. This rich man was never very patient.

Duke Romfel has spoken.

“This body has a lot of natural talent. If you want to fight me, you need two masters to stick together to objectively have a similar odds. ”

“Sounds to me like we're lacking as masters of error. ”

Duke Rompel shakes his head at the words of Basque.

“No, that's not it. You guys are great. ”

“Then what the fuck are you talking about? ”

Rick makes fun of you.

Duke Romfel has spoken.

“Because you're blood. If one of them says" Ow, "the other one worries about it, so I'm afraid I won't be able to concentrate properly. ”

“That's a worthless worry. I'm sending you where you need to be today. ”

Basque grabs the Long Sword and throws a blade at it. And when I met him, I said what I was going to say.

“To the grave! ”

Basque and Rick come at the same time.