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

─ ─ Keel Fortress, the strategic home of the Imperial Army Kingdom

General Felix, who received reports of the defeat of the Red Knights, had gone to Keel Fortress, where Marshal Graden was based.

"I'm sorry about that. I need you to go out of your way to give me a lift."

"No, never mind"

Sitting on the couch as recommended, a female squire places the teacup on the table with an elegant hand. It's an imperial drink called Horsen Tea, and Felix likes it. It is one of the most important exports because it is a luxury product and there is also a lot of demand from other countries.

When he thanked me and took the cup, I saw a squire and a squire in the pretense. Then she saluted as she dyed her cheeks and left early enough for the next room.

When I am surprised by the inexplicable attitude of my squire, I leak the words as Gladen was spooked.

"It's Felix. How old are you?

"Twenty-one... what's that?

"Twenty-one... then it wouldn't be weird to be married. Isn't it true that if you ask me, I have been secretly proposed by the grand aristocratic ladies? And yet there's not one floating story. Or is there someone in your mind who decides to keep it a secret?

"─ What? What is it all of a sudden?

As Felix was slightly confused by the sudden marriage story, Graden shook his neck wide and sideways, expressly exhaling a loud sigh.

"Well fine. Think of that as old bullshit and listen to me. It's more about Rosenmarie than that. I hear you've had quite a bit of a deep hand, but what about the capacity, actually?

"According to the therapist's story, there's nothing else in life. It just seems to take a lot of time to demodulate."

Beginning with a fracture in both arms, the healer said his gut was also damaged considerably. Even if it had borne any deeper hand, it would definitely have died.

"Right."

Gladen takes a slightly soothing look when he breathes lightly. Though I wouldn't put it in my mouth, I guess I was worried about Rosenmarie being a graden.

"But more than this, I was wondering if the offense from the North would have to be temporarily shelved."

Rosenmarie's army has retreated considerably to the northern border, relocating its stronghold to Fort Astra, an outcast. Now his deputy, Geyer, was marshalling the army as acting commander-in-chief.

"Let's have no choice about that either. Because there's no such thing as a replacement for the Red Knights... but is this really true? I feel like I'm reading a fairy tale from the middle of nowhere."

With that said, Graden dropped his gaze on a bunch of paperwork placed on the table. It's a report from Gayer about the Karnak match. The history leading up to the defeat and the report on Olivia the Reaper are spelled out in detail.

"Colonel Geyer is an excellent man. I've seen it, too, but I think it tells the truth."

"That's enough to be a horsey Rosenmarie's deputy. I know you're good with me... but is Olivia the Reaper so powerful? The report says she's still a girl."

If you want to sum up the contents of the report briefly, it means Olivia and her troops have been flirting with you all along. Especially when it comes to Olivia's trickery, it's written as if she can't fathom it in humans. Now an individual named Olivia brings the hearts and minds of the Imperial soldiers out of the cold.

That's the same temperament as a hero, once called a champion, if you change your view. I don't even know if Graden would rate it as a fairy tale.

But Felix was convinced it was an indisputable fact. That day, when I first saw Olivia at the signing ceremony for the prisoner exchange. Because I've been afraid of this happening in the depths of my heart ever since.

(A girl named Olivia who hurt Rosenmarie that far is an immeasurable threat. To put it further, the disabling of 30,000 soldiers and the defeat of Rosenmarie's measures are astonishing. Is this also one end of her power, or is there someone else... Either way, it doesn't make a difference that it would be a pain in the ass for the Imperial Army)

Thinking of Olivia, who is vividly engraved, Felix tells Gladen that it is now half-heartedly.

"Marshal Graden, the result tells the whole story. Let's build on that and move on."

When Felix says so, Gladen squeezes his face tightly and concurrently.

"Let's do that. It's the ultimate in ignoring the results. By the way, what does Chancellor Dalmes say about this case?

"As far as the North is concerned, we are trying to maintain the status quo. And he said he would leave it to me and Marshal Graden to deal with it in the future."

"Well, did the Chancellor say he'd be quiet? I hope this isn't a spear."

Gladen distorts his lips and says sarcastically. Dalmes is second only to the Emperor, but a raw civilian who originally belonged to the analysis squad. Instead of one army, one soldier has not even led the experience. It must be depressing for Graden, led by the Third Reich General and at the apex of a martial officer, to be uttered about military matters, even if he is a prime minister.

"But the Ethereal Knights were instructed not to move. Regardless, I do not intend to move without His Majesty's permission."

To Felix, I assure you, Gladen smiles bitterly.

"Well, that would be natural. The Ethereal Knights are imperial defenses. Otherwise, it's better than me..."

"I'm sorry"

As Felix bowed his head, it brought Graden to the couch deep as he stroked his jaw.

"I'm not blaming Felix for anything. Right...... Felix take care of the Red Knights until Rosemary recovers. I don't think the Seventh Army and the others are going to invade imperial territory, just in case."

"Of course I don't mind that...... are you sure about that? If it's a regular unit, I can move it without a problem?

"There's no need for that. This is a good opportunity to get down to business. Though the imperial army's advantage remains unchanged, I'm not going to put the Royal Army on the diagram any more. Already the report of the defeat of the Red Knights will be passed on to all nations."

"It doesn't necessarily mean that the countries that took this opportunity to nationalize don't get weird. Yes, Marshal. What do you think?

Gladen smiles slightly as Felix sets out his reasoning.

"Exactly. Even in the sense of stabbing a nail, let's say that in the future, with my Knights of Heaven and Yang,

With that said, Gladen drank tea all at once.

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The Seventh Army won the battle against the Red Knights. When he entrusted the remaining enemy sweeps to a total of 8,000 troops with the Independent Cavalry Regiment as their main axis, Paul entered Windsham Castle as he was greeted by a storm of cheers by the inhabitants.

And then three days or less later.

A man in a luxurious costume was kneeling before Paul.

"If there's any excuse for this, let's hear it."

The cold voice of Paul echoes into the quiet chamber. When the man shook his body with a victory, he roughly raised his face. Lord of the Salz region and former owner of Windsham Castle - Baron Konrat.

"Yet His Excellency the Duke of Paul. It's all just a duty of the Lord to protect his people, to follow the Empire without stopping."

"So you say you never meant it? Is that what the Baron wants to say?

"You're right. I took the initiative to hand over the castle to the Empire because, for one thing, it would not harm the people."

The Konrat from then on was rap. Suffered by the reign of the Empire, he utterly speaks of how he has shattered his heart to protect his people. Without even realizing the scornful gaze of the soldiers who refrain on the wall.

Having heard the whole story, Paul turns a blind eye to Otto, who refrains next door. Otto nodded lightly just saying he understood, placing the letter placed on top of the basin in front of the contort.

"Ko, what's this?

In a letter placed in front of him, Konrat gave a peek at his bewildered expression.

"It was brought to me by a representative of the people. See what the baron has in his own eyes."

Konrat's reaction was dramatic. As he hastily spreads his writings rampantly, he begins to read them greedy. Gradually, I could see blood pulling away from my face.

The Duke of Paul...

Paul blocks words against a contort trying to start an excuse just now.

"Have you finished reading? The heart-breaking inhabitants the Baron calls them have long been condescending to resentment. If my eyes weren't strange, it would seem to say that many lives had been lost by the baron's order. The story of the Baron and the people is as open as the heavens and the earth."

"Oh, that's not true! I had no choice but to take instructions from the Empire."

"You said you had no choice but to kill the inhabitants one after the other?

Paul asks quietly. There was a rubbing sound of armor coming from the direction of the soldiers. When Konrat screams a small scream, he replies following him with trembling.

"Oh, yeah. It is not my will... I have no choice..."

The earlier rap flipped, the voice gradually dwindled, and finally the silent contort. As Paul sighed and raised his hand, the soldiers simultaneously suppressed the Konrat.

"His Excellency the Duke of Paul!? What are you talking about?

"The farce is no good either. No more time or mercy for the Lord. After that, you should choose whoever you like, whether you want it on the tape or on the tape."

"Wouldn't that be a lot? Huh! As I said earlier, I didn't even like it and fall back on the Empire! Or that Lord Paul should have been murdered against the Empire. Is that what you're saying?

Konrat protests with his face turning bright red and his spit scattered.

"That's right. Your Lord should have been the shield of the inhabitants and died. That's what I hold as a lord. I wave my tail to the Empire for my own cuteness and lay my hands on even innocent (muggy) inhabitants. No more words will be meaningless to the beasts of the wild... throw them into the dungeons."

"Heh, don't be ridiculous! Why should I, the nobleman, be sacrificed for the sake of civilians! I am the head of the Arlesmeyer family, the famous family of origin! Besides, the other Lords have gone back to the Empire!

It is strange that only one of you should be punished. Towards that freshly barking Konrat, Otto does not move one eyebrow root and states pale.

"Don't worry there. We've already issued a restraining order. Let us immediately follow Baron Konrat."

Even then, Konrat desperately tries to resist, but the intrusion is a futile scratch. When the soldiers beat him up scattered, he ended up taking him like a borough rag. Looking behind him, Paul whines to no one.

"─ It's really lamentable. There were once noble beings who were supposed to be role models for civilians...... too many idiots now mistake nobility as the absolute ruler"

"Our nobles are kept alive by the food of the civilian population. I guess Baron Konrat doesn't know such an easy reason."

"It's hard to say."

Paul exhaled heavily after telling him to throw it away.

Two days after Konrat's extreme sentence was officially announced.

A large number of public executions were carried out as large numbers of the inhabitants packed into the Great Square of Windsham Castle. Whether Paul is a spectacle or not, he has no taste in publishing executions. This time I only drew that feeling from the thoughts of the indignant inhabitants.

In response to the Konrat put on the headstand, the inhabitants are hitting the stones with cursing gossip. Konrat is now. You haven't given up, you've been stoned to crack your forehead but desperately begging for forgiveness.

Lord Paul, have mercy. Have mercy. Have mercy.

Repeated words for some insane mercy. He was moving heavily upwards and downwards, left and right, with his eyes unusually stiffened. Without giving such a glimpse of the contort, Otto tells Paul.

"My lord, we are ready"

"Execute the sentence."

With Paul's signal, a soldier of the giant body, an executive officer, rises on the stage making noises with the Mississippi. And when I stood in front of the headstand, I pulled out a slurry and a long sword. A well polished body shines brilliantly in the sunlight. Then the voices of those noisy inhabitants stopped perfectly. The inhabitants admire and watch as only the screams of the contort echo, not knowing what they are talking about at the earliest.

The soldier slowly placed his sword on the upper stage, placing it between beats, and swung it away at once. The neck makes a noise with Gotri and rolls into the neck barrel - and at the same time a grunting cheer boils down.

"Otto, I'll take care of the rest"

Paul walked off the scene early after glancing at the face of a fearful conqueror. The cheers of the inhabitants did not stop, but lasted forever and ever.