Shinigami ni Sodaterareta Shoujo wa Shikkoku no Ken wo Mune ni Idaku

─ ─ Wang Du Phis. Leticia Castle, Operations Conference Room.

The First Army, under the orders of King Alphonse, had held a military conference for the recapture of the Keel Fortress.

Participants, who were the main ones, are recorded in Dubedilica Continental History as being Old General Cornelius, Mammoth General Lambert and Deputy General Ninehardt.

"Have you been able to confirm the strength of Fortress Keel?

"is, according to the intelligence of a secret detective, hearing a total force of approximately… eighty thousand"

Lieutenant General Lamberto spoke as the conference room was engulfed with heavy air in those words. He is a fierce general of the First Army and a raw samurai who has fought on numerous battlefields.

The various scars, large and small, engraved throughout the body tell a terminal story of that fact.

"Eighty thousand... my first army is fifty thousand. Overwhelmingly unfavourable in numbers."

Colonel Ninehardt pronounces a further word, which can be called a declaration of death, while placing a pawn on a map spread over his desk.

"The number of only 80,000 is limited to the Imperial Army. Swaran, a neighbor who has become an imperial kingdom. And I was wondering if 140,000 would be hard if Stonian soldiers joined the war."

"Ha. Fourteen hundred and fifty thousand won't even talk about it. I understand repeatedly that you are saying impotent, but do you still not get the help of the Third or Fourth Army?

"We had a few interviews at once, all of which said we couldn't afford to turn soldiers"

To Lambert's question, Ninehardt answered pale. On the map described in red with the Northern Front, while placing a black pawn to surround the white pawn.

At the beginning of the war, the Imperial Army has led 80,000 soldiers and launched a fierce attack to control the northern part of the kingdom. He occupied one of the kingdom's leading barn zones and tried to push it into food distress.

From this, too, it can be seen that the Empire expected the war to last for a long time.

In contrast, the Royal Army is a third army led by Lieutenant General Rats Smyth. And the Fourth Army, led by Lieutenant General Linz Bart. A total of 60,000 soldiers intercepted the Imperial Army.

Originally Rats and Linz were best friends since childhood school. For this reason, we use a collaboration that can be described as exquisite, flirting with imperial armies that prevail in numbers.

The Velcre match was later described as the ideal tactic.

The Third Army has succeeded in dragging the Imperial Army into the narrow hills while pretending to be defeated. Anticipating where the line stretched, the Fourth Army, which was full and lying around, launched a corrugated attack at once. Respond to that, and the Third Army turns to offense at once.

The Imperial Army is in a state of extreme chaos, disintegrating without the art of exchange. He suffered a huge defeat of losing a total of 40,000 generals.

Then the third and fourth armies gained momentum destroyed the Imperial Army one after the other. Finally, he pushed back to the border line and, conversely, showed enough momentum to attack imperial territory.

But things change in the Arschmitz match. The destruction of the Fifth Army has erased the protection behind it. The likelihood of being pinched increased in Russia. There was also a hard theory from some officers that they should continue to attack imperial territory, but Ratz and Linz refused to do so. He put the Third Army behind him while retreating the front tremendously.

This decision was correct, but at the same time it becomes impossible to use a tactic of collaboration. In fact, it resulted in the imposition of a two-front operation, arguably a foolishness.

We are now under uninterrupted attack by our enemies, but we have managed to maintain our front.

"Lieutenant General. I'm not saying it if I know it's impotent. Rather, he often supports the Northern Front with all those soldiers. It would be a commendable job."

Glimpsing the map, Marshal Cornelius exhales a small sigh. He is the commander-in-chief who leads the First Army, and when he was younger, he was treated as General Eternal Seung.

But already seventy years old. The hegemony decays, and the former bravery has no shadow to see. Lambert glances over his shoulder and shifts his gaze to Ninehardt.

"By the way, what's going on with the Southern front?

"According to Lieutenant General Paul's report, the Imperial Army deployed soldiers around Fort Casper. We're boosting our troops for the Gallia Fortress offensive."

"Then the Seventh Army doesn't seem to be able to afford to turn its troops here either."

"Let's have no choice. Paul has been ordered by His Majesty to defend the Gallia Fortress immediately. Besides, moving a soldier around could be a consequence of inviting the enemy."

In the words of Cornelius, the officers in line show their confused faces. Indeed, the Gallia Fortress is an important stronghold to guard against. In case they break through, there's no way to block the road to the kingdom. The Imperial Army will easily cross the Est Mountains and avalanche into the King's Capital Fiss.

In that case, the Royal Army will be forced into battle ready to crush the balls. That's why there's no law to watch the abominable imperial twitch (Shinji) in silence. Because the strength of the Seventh Army, which is almost intact, cannot afford to let it play for the Royal Army today.

I don't give it to you, no matter what you say, but it's the real deal of the officers.

"At least I wish Fort Casper hadn't been taken..."

When one of the officers squeals, everyone's eyes concentrate on one point on the map. The history of Fort Casper is ancient and the times go back to the early days of the herd. Originally built to give the nations of the South a glimpse. Later, when the Keel fortress was built, it also became less of strategic value, and in recent years it had been treated like an abandoned fortress.

However, the situation changes when Fortress Keel falls on the central front. Because the strategic value of Fort Casper has once again been reviewed as an avant-garde base threatening Fort Keel.

But it was already too late when I realized that. The Imperial Army proceeded to Fort Casper without half a month after taking Fort Keel. Reinforcements did not make it, and only fewer than five hundred defensemen led by Lieutenant Kutum were wiped out.

Now as a bridgehead for the Gallia Fortress offensive, the Imperial Army had fully demonstrated the usefulness of Fort Casper.

"Well, I can't help but mourn how much of what has been taken away from me. More than that, do you know the strength of Fort Casper?

"Just a moment."

Turning around the material at hand, I find the statement Fort Casper, Expected Troop Count. The report of this hand must be looked at with caution.

Because based on hopeful observations, we often estimate our power to be too small. But only this time, I don't have to worry about it.

Ninehardt remembers the face of a man with only a rare face.

"─ It is stated that it is only an anticipation, but currently it is about 50,000."

"Hmm. Fifty thousand..."

Finally, the words, Lambert closes his eyes and mouth when he puts his arms together. As far as that attitude goes, I guess I'm working out some sort of strategy.

Ninehardt didn't seem to be the only one who thought that.

"Lieutenant General, what the hell are you up to?

Point your gaze at Lamberto like Cornelius explores. Lamberto answers with a bitter smile as he slowly opens his eyes.

"Say it. I just came up with half the soldiers from my army and 30,000 soldiers from the Gallia Fortress. Together, with 55,000 soldiers, how about attacking Fort Casper first?

To Lamberto's suggestion, several young officers said, "Oh!," he exclaims, nodding loudly at this. They think Lamberto is the commander-in-chief of the First Army in the future, and they're snuggling around on something.

However, Lamberto, who is the person of the day, does not intend to do so at all.

(Setouchi on whether the kingdom is going to perish, but they're really swallowing people)

Ninehardt turns a frightened look at the young officers, but he doesn't seem to have noticed at all. We are therefore discussing Lamberto's proposal with a knowledgeable face. Apparently, compared to his own flourishing, he's a bit of an end to what happens to the kingdom.

Cornelius continues the conversation without any particular concern.

"I would have mentioned that earlier. The Seventh Army needs to move its soldiers around."

"Wouldn't it have to be a detour? If you can retrieve Fort Casper, you can pull a thick line of defense against Fort Gallia. I was wondering if it would be possible to work with the Seventh Army to reclaim Fortress Keel."

"Sure... that's right... Your Majesty..."

Cornelius squeezes out his words like a groan with a long white beard. It just feels like Lambert's opinion is correct and he has no words to give it back.

The words of Lamberto follow, as if they were even more convoluted.

"As far as I've heard the report to that, no matter how you fall, we're the only ones who can't reclaim Fortress Keel. Your Excellency the Marshal will be well aware of that. Do you wish to launch our tomb marker in front of Fortress Keel as you cross?

"Mmmm......"

Cornelius gives a painful expression to what can be described as Lamberto's spicy words. The officers were watching those two exchanges, sipping solidly.

The silence with tension covers the meeting room.

"... ok. I will speak directly to His Majesty. I leave the specific draft operation to the Lieutenant General and Paul. You and I need to discuss this and make up our minds."

"Ha! Thank you for listening!

Cornelius gently waves to control the lambert trying to stand up and salute him. The officers looked at each other and had a horrible look on their faces.

I guess I was relieved to have been able to avoid a battle that could be described as reckless. Either way, Ninehardt is one of them.

But as soon as I strain my mind, I propose to Cornelius.

"Marshal, may I go out to the Gallia Fortress as your liaison? Sometimes it bothers me a little."

"─ Hmm. If the Lord had gone, I would be sure. I don't know what you care... but I asked for it."

With that said, Cornelius slowly rises his seat. That signals Lamberto's dissolution, and the officers leave the room behind with a tired look.

Ninehardt carefully bound the material at hand, while turning a blind eye to a single report sent by the Seventh Army. A report I dared refrain from because it was not necessary for this military debate.

He died unemployed in the Alschmitz match, now his late friend Rants. That hateful enemy, the volunteer who slaughtered Zamuel.

─ ─ It's a report on Brigadier Olivia.

(According to this report, she's still a fifteen-year-old girl... but I don't believe it at all. But I don't even think Lieutenant Colonel Otto is sending me an incorrect report. Either way, I have to thank you for seeing me)

Ninehardt left the room behind as he gave thought to the girl he hadn't seen yet.