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

─ ─ Fort Casper main office

Gallia Fortress Army, move!

In response to an emergency report by soldiers who were monitoring the vicinity of the Gallia Fortress, General Osvanne had assembled officers for a military conference.

"What is the current state of the march?

"Ha, now the Gallia Fortress Army crosses the Estisi River. It means we're marching for Canary Street!

The soldier tells the excitement about the march. Outside the room there is a chattering metal noise that conveys a rushed atmosphere. Already the march of the Gallia Fortress Army had been communicated to all soldiers, each of whom was being pursued in preparation for the battle.

"My lord, as far as the route of march is concerned, the enemy's aim must be here at Fort Casper... you've apparently taken the lead"

"Sounds like it. Are you tired of living in a nest hole?"

The officers laugh loudly at the words of the teared Osvanne. But Paris sighed softly as he missed his gaze from Osvanne. Because I know that there is an unequivocal feeling behind that word.

(I wonder why His Majesty was rejected for the Gallia Fortress attack. Your Excellency's operational plan was perfect from my eyes. I hear General Felix also gave him a heartbeat. If it was meant to be, this one would have been the first...)

When he pounds his tongue inside at the deafening laughter, Paris asks the soldier pale.

"So, what's the enemy's strength?

"Ha, according to reports from the scouts, roughly fifty thousand."

"Ha... ha?

The faces of the officers who were laughing at the words solidify at the same time.

"Fifty thousand... that's a lot of surprises. You mean you kept your power warmer than you expected."

No one answered Paris' whining. I guess it was an unexpected force for them too. Except for some, the officers are frowning.

Fort Casper's strength had swelled up by 55,000 as a result of reinforcements. "I have praised Paris for being more powerful than I expected, but I don't think it's enough to make a lot of noise inside.

But I honestly can't deny that the prospects were sweet. The total strength of the Gallia Fortress is 40,000. It was estimated that many would be about 45,000. In fact, considering the defensive force that we have left in the fortress, we modify it upwards to say that it would be around 60,000.

(No word from the spy who let him go to the Gallia Fortress. Probably caught, or already killed. It hurts to come here and lack information)

Paris, a native of the Intelligence Unit, naturally attaches importance to information. Because sometimes one piece of information is more valuable than 10,000 soldiers and they know it will dictate the whereabouts of victory and loss.

But the majority, including the officers here, disagree. Information is positioned only as auxiliary. All those people who believe and don't doubt that it is always pure force that decides victory or defeat.

Lieutenant General Georg at its head. He is the head of the Bachstein family in charge of one wing of the founding kingdom and a giant man who has gotten everything against the backdrop of the power of a famous house. He also excels in martial arts and leads a direct command called the Iron and Steel Cavalry.

Georg turned his sticky grin to Osvanne as he glanced at Paris.

"My lord, no matter how large the number, the Royal Army has gathered weak soldiers. You are not afraid of anything. Let's march here at once and show the Imperial Army its full power."

Georg taps the table as if to boast of his power and boosts his temper. to follow it. "Exactly!," the officers' voices rise one after the other.

The officers who had frowned earlier had raised their voices in the same way.

"Well done, everyone. So let's show our power to the Gallia Fortress Army. - Paris, where do you want the interception?

Encouraged by Osvanne, Paris drops his gaze on a map spread out on his desk.

"Right...... I thought the Plains of Illis would be best suited"

"Why did you choose to be there?

"It's easy. Because it is the most suitable terrain to take advantage of the great army. Adjacent Arch Great Forest. And the Glocks Valley is also not appropriate to move large armies. Above all, Fort Casper and the Plains of Illis are connected at the shortest possible distance. If the enemy isn't stupid, he'll think the same thing."

Osvanne agrees.

"Hmm. Then it's the front showdown."

"That's where you want it. The horror of a steel cavalry proud of our direct command. Let's make it look good!

With that said, Georg laughs furiously. The officers in line were also raising their wars to their faces. Seeing how it goes, Paris makes him feel crisis.

(That's a little dangerous. Sometimes it's the first big fight in a long time, and you look anxious for kung fu. Not a very good sign)

Compared to the northern and central fronts, where intense fighting continues, the southern front is in a state of tranquillity. As a result, there are extremely few opportunities to develop martial arts. They were complaining every time their colleagues on the other front started martial arts one after the other.

Come there, Gallia Fortress Army, report of the march. Paris also thinks it's impossible for them to make war happen. That's why I lost the battle to give you in a hurry for kung fu. Then I can't get it done. We need to always put the worst into perspective than being a staff officer.

With that in mind, Paris advances to Osvanne.

"My lord. Why don't you ask Fortress Keel for reinforcements just in case? Too much security means..."

"What are you talking about?

Stuck by words along the way, Paris turns his gaze to Georg, the bearer of his voice. Georg was staring at Paris with his shoulders trembling tremendously.

"Say it again. What are you talking about? I can still understand if this is a small number of soldiers. This time, however, there is no superiority or inferiority in the number of troops. Are you overly afraid of your enemies, and you want to get a hipster and a sleigh requesting reinforcement?

"Lt. Gen. Georg. With all due respect. If it's an overwhelming number, that's all it takes to prune the enemy's will. I would be foolish to say that we can reduce this loss indefinitely?

When Paris countered, Georg slapped his fist against his desk.

"You fool! Assuming. Assuming you win with overwhelming force, who can you be proud of? Are you still a flourishing Imperial soldier? Shame on you!!

Paris guessed that it would be useless to say anything more at the earliest to Georg's words, which weigh more on honor than the soldiers' wear and tear.

"... made a useless advance and I apologize"

As Paris bows his head deeply, he hears more than one mocking laugh. From their voices, they must be called the "Georgians." Georg's surroundings are all consolidated with officers from senior aristocracy. Paris, a junior aristocrat who is used to these kinds of treatments, has nothing to think of otherwise.

"It's Georg. Paris just said his opinion as a staff officer, too. Don't make it so rough."

"is, if that's what your Excellency says..."

When Osvanne forgives, Georg pulls back with a reluctantly said look. Osvanne said lightly tapping Paris' shoulder in a soft tone.

"Let's keep Paris' opinion in mind. Let's start with a fight and see how our enemies get out. It shouldn't be too late to figure it out."

"... Ha"

"All right. All right, then. Raise the glass."

When Osvanne stands up and raises the glass, the officers in line follow it.

"" "Glory and glory to the Earth Belt Empire!!!

"" "Eternal loyalty to the great Emperor Ramza!!!

─ ─ The day after dawn.

As a total of 50,000 soldiers stood neatly together, a horn whistle announcing progress echoed into a clear blue sky.

"My lord, everything is ready"

All units, advance to the Plains of England.