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

The Battle of the Plains of Illis was coming to an end. Major General Hate, who commands the Imperial Army's left wing, continued to resist hard to escape even one of the many soldiers as he lost generals such as Georg and Minute, starting with his commander-in-chief, General Osvanne.

Hate Berna - Major General, it was the last will.

In contrast, when Paul placed the First Army in charge of sweeping, he himself began marching towards Fort Casper. Along the way, reports of shocks are received from the commanding officers of the separate task forces.

"Stupid! I already dropped Fort Casper.

"Ha, it's already been placed under the control of my separate squad"

To an absurd otto, the conductor repeats the same words with a grin. When Paul asked for details, a further startling fact was told from the mouth of the conductor.

There are only eight casualties on your side in Fort Casper's strategy. It was a story of doubting the ears that most Imperial soldiers surrendered without resisting.

I've never heard of a single digit casualty in a battle over a fort, even if I tried to tie past battles. Try Paul, can Olivia successfully induce the exhaustion of the enemy, even if he is an oligarchy? I left the vanguard to that thought.

Who would think that would drop Fort Casper in just one day, etc. Paul, once a god and feared, also felt his spine cool on this.

"─ I understand the story very well. Tell Ensign Olivia to stay alert."

"Ha!"

When the conductors proudly spanned the horses, they rushed towards Fort Casper with refreshment. Dropping that off, Paul spoke to Otto in a pleasant tone.

"As far as we've talked, Ensign Olivia's activities don't end up being just an amazing word. What do we do, Otto? Forgive me for the cake at the earliest."

"Come on, stop that nonsense... more than that"

"You mean a recruit named Ashton who worked out the operation as a temporary military mentor, right? You don't know anything about Otto?

"I also have my first ear...... no, wait a minute"

Otto explores his memory with his hands on his chin. Because I remember asking that name somewhere before.

"─ I remember. I asked the lieutenant's name in the interrogation room before."

Was it an abominable memory, Otto's face suddenly becomes steep. When asked about the interrogation room, Paul remembered about the covert noise.

If so, Paul was there, so he should be asking about it as well. My memory gradually came back as I worked desperately on the brain that was rattling.

"─ Oh, I remember. Surely the name came up when Ensign Olivia said she wanted some delicious bread from the king's capital to reward her."

"The story reminds me of the Ensign's unpleasant remarks, so I didn't really want them to come out of my mouth"

Paul raised his voice and laughed at Otto's face, which became more and more harsh as he said so.

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Otto since arriving at Fort Casper has been busy around the corner. Though we have succeeded in taking over the fort, we cannot be more alarmed than we do not know how to get out of the Keel fortress.

Soldiers were placed in key locations to keep an eye out for constant surveillance. Moreover, problems such as the treatment of four thousand prisoners were piled up in the recapture of suppressed neighboring cities and villages.

In particular, the issue of prisoners bothered my mind. Because I never had more prisoners at any one time.

Daily food alone doesn't make me stupid. There was a considerable amount of food stockpiled in the warehouse in the fort, but I wanted to use it for my own soldiers as much as possible.

We cannot execute those who surrender, nor do we have a mine that can collect quality ore around the fort in an attempt to impose labor.

I honestly want to spill one of my grudges on Olivia who created the cause, Otto, but I knew it was just out of line.

Within that, when more than two weeks have passed. The three men, Olivia, Claudia and Ashton, stood in front of the Commander's Office.

"Hey Olivia, why are you glittering with your pocket watch just now?

"Ashton, don't you know? Deputy Otto is tight on time. Just a little late to make you look like a ghost."

"No, that's the first story I've heard. Besides, it's the military, so punctuality isn't normal?

"Ensign Olivia, and Ashton, be quiet. In front of the Commander's office."

When Claudia gets embarrassed, Ashton hurries and squeezes his mouth tight. Olivia didn't seem to care at all and easily knocked on the door.

"Ensign Olivia, Brigadier Claudia, Ashton...... hey, what class is Ashton?

"I'm a private. Private."

When Ashton whispers in a whisper, Olivia knocks on the door again, shouting, "I'm a private.

"Ensign Olivia, Brigadier Claudia, Private Ashton. On time."

"Enough. Okay, come on in."

Following Otto's gruesome voice, Olivia opens the door. There's Paul laughing as he sits at the clerk's desk and Otto shaking his head next door.

When Olivia and the others salute, Paul returns the salute with his eyes narrowed. Ashton was feeling hardened by the look of the commander-in-chief he saw up close.

"Nice to meet you. No one else bothered to give me a leg. Today..."

"Could it be a cake?

When Olivia covers her words so that she can eat in, Otto opens her mouth as she pulls her cheeks all the way down.

"Is Ensign only interested in cake?

With that said, Otto points his bottom cold gaze at Olivia. Olivia answers in a truly blatant tone, with no wind to worry about in particular.

"That's not true. You also like to read books."

"Well, it's good to accumulate knowledge, but I didn't bother calling the Command Office to ask your preferences."

Paul laughs lavishly as Claudia lowers her head even to Otto.

"Ensign Olivia is the same. I'm sorry, but keep the cake looking forward to when you get back to Fortress Gallia. I called you today about something else."

"… is, I understand…"

Obviously depressing Olivia. When Paul grins like trouble at the way it is, he turns his gaze to Ashton.

"Ashton Zenefilda - Private"

"Hi-ha, hi-ha!

Ashton, who was suddenly called out, had too many voices of tension turned upside down. In contrast to such Ashton, Paul opens his mouth with his cheeks loose.

"You don't have to be so nervous. Brigadier Claudia is asking for a more detailed report. The army at Fort Casper was truly brilliant."

"Ha, yes! Oh, thank you! But without Ensign Olivia, this operation wouldn't have been possible in the first place, so I...

Ashton puts up words all at once. When Paul smiles bitterly at Ashton like that, he gently raises his hand and controls him.

"Hehe. It is true that without Ensign Olivia, this would not have easily dropped Fort Casper. But that's what Private Ashton would be asking if there was an operation. Ensign Olivia?"

To Paul's inquiry, Olivia nods loudly, naturally.

"Definitely. Thanks to Ashton it was easy to drop the fort"

"Oh, hey! Ensign Olivia!"

"Huh? 'Cause it's not true. Oh, later, in front of Deputy Otto, you should use a respectful tone for me, too. Because it pisses me off."

"Hey!? Are you gonna say that now?

"Both of you, why don't you come on. We're not done talking about Lord Paul."

Otto's reprimand flies.

"And Private Ashton. As Ensign says, use your respects to the superiors."

"Ha, I'm sorry!

"Good. More than that. He said he was ordered by Ensign Olivia's military master, albeit temporarily, but what do you think? Are you officially unwilling to work under Ensign Olivia as a military mentor?

Into the unexpected words of Paul, my head turns bright white for a moment. In a half-powerful order of Olivia, she only temporarily assumed the role of military master.

I never thought I'd officially talk about a military teacher, etc.

(You're not looking like you're joking...)

Paul's face is serious in itself. So as for Ashton, I'm worried about the response. This time I just came up with an operation thanks to reading a book on ancient war history.

I'm not complacent enough that I think I can always present a proposition of an operation commensurate with the situation. When I look at Olivia with that in mind, she smiles.

(Oh, that kind of smile is against the rules)

Ashton turned his eyes to Paul as he felt his face get hot.

"I don't know how far I can go, but I'd like to take it"

"Well done, sir, but I'd like you to lend me a little wisdom as a military teacher."

"Yes! What is it about?

I try and ask calmly, screaming all of a sudden inside. But he's the only one who thinks so.

Even from the way Paul and Otto laugh bitterly, that's obvious.

"Well, get in shape. Otto will explain."

Otto walks out in front of the Olivians, a food problem for four thousand prisoners. Furthermore, the issue of labour will be explained in detail.

Apparently, every time Olivia got tired of talking along the way, Otto shook her right fist and Claudia even bowed her head.

"─ How about that, Private Ashton? If you have any good solutions, don't hesitate to mention them."

He didn't look like he could easily give his opinion no matter how he saw it, but when Ashton spins it around his head for a while, he derives one answer.

"So, what about negotiating with the Imperial Army to exchange prisoners with each other? There are two benefits to this."

"Well... let me ask you more"

Otto turns a sharp gaze on me, and I accidentally butt in. Thank you. I'm still unfamiliar with the intimidating atmosphere characteristic of military personnel.

"Yes. Once the negotiations are concluded, one thing can be solved at once, the problems we now have. The other is that the soldier returns to boost his power."

"... I know what you're trying to say, but isn't that the same for the Empire?

Otto doesn't completely deny it, but he doesn't seem to think it makes much sense. Naturally I am asked that point, but as Ashton, I think it makes enough sense.

"Of course it is, but I think it would benefit the Royal Army more from the current situation. Anyway, people like me who have never dealt with weapons to their satisfaction are on the front lines."

Ashton continues his conversation as Paul and Otto flatter their faces all the time when it hurts.

"What's more, from a humanitarian point of view, I think the Imperial Army will also have to get to the negotiating table. Because I don't know what kind of accusations people will take if you say no."

The name of the wise emperor Ramza is roaring all over the continent. Ashton added that he would not denigrate the name himself.

"I see... Prisoner exchange is usually a high-ranking human being. For example, if something is caught in the royal family, it is the hand to think. There has never been an example in the past of targeting soldiers in general. But that's an opinion worth considering."

Otto strokes his chin and turns his gaze to Paul.

"Mm-hmm. We'll need to hold an urgent meeting. It was a really meaningful opinion. Private Ashton, keep it coming."

"Ha!

Paul returns the salute of the Hall to Ashton, who gives an unscrupulous salute. When they exited the three, they took the cigar out of their pockets and set it on fire.

"... apparently it doesn't just so happen that the military we showed off at Fort Casper. At least the prisoner exchange thing is an idea I couldn't have."

Otto speaks to Paul as he hears the three distant footsteps.

"If they happen to do such a great thing in history, there is no standing for us. That's not what it's all about."

"Well, I guess you can say that. - Well, I'd like to get into working on the draft as soon as possible."

"Oh, I asked you to."

Paul slowly spit out cigar smoke as he watched Otto exit.