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

─ ─ Wangdu Phis Leticia Castle Great Conference Room

As a refreshing spring breeze passed through the window of a large open balcony, the Great Chamber had gathered generals leading an army. General Lamberto, Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the First Army, headed by Marshal Cornelius, who summoned him. Second Army Lieutenant General Brad and Seventh Army General Paul. And there are a total of five Brigadier General Ninehardt participating as observers.

When each sat down, Brad cut his mouth fire as he looked over the table.

"You've missed a lot compared to the time of the war..."

Senior Admiral Ratz of the Third Army and Senior Admiral Linz of the Fourth Army, who were face-to-face at the start of the war. And Senior Admiral Belmer of the Fifth Army has already traveled to the Underworld for a long time. As far as Ratz and Linz go, I hear they've been friends since Brad and the cadet school days.

Ninehardt has also lost Major General Rantz, who was a friend of Mozambique (Bukyaku), in the Alschmitz match. So now the words have resonated deeper into my heart.

"Right...... leaving an old man like me behind and a young man dies first. How intelligent."

That said, Paul exhales a deep sigh.

"Isn't His Excellency Paul still young, too? I don't think it's past sixty."

"Ha... you still suck at rhetoric. Nothing has grown since cadet school."

As Paul glanced with cold eyes, Brad shrugged his neck like a scolded child. Now is the time for a general to lead one another's army, but it was once a relationship between the instructors and students of the cadet school. Numerous anecdotes left behind by the two of them are still grasshoppers, and both Ninehardt and the cadet school days have often heard stories about their hands.

"Ha. In front of Paul, the flashing Brad is intangible."

Lambert shaking his shoulders and laughing. That strange alias had an even more opulent laugh against Brad, who pioneered me to stop.

"What was it collected for today more than that? I'm not trying to tell you old stories."

Cornelius nods strangely at Brad's words, which have forcefully changed the subject.

"In this situation, there is nothing else that has promptly brought us together. To conclude, I would like to establish a new Eighth Army. I thought I'd say no to your lords."

The words puzzled me together. It makes sense to create a new army, the status quo in which the third, fourth and fifth armies are devastated. What I don't know is why I called it in. Cornelius is a marshal who leads the Royal Army, because he has also been officially transferred from Alphonse. Even if you are a general who leads an army, you do not need to say no.

"Is that what you have to tell us through the story?

Paul asked Cornelius in a representative way.

"Well, I can say yes. Especially for Paul."

The same gaze concentrates on Paul. Paul, who was named, was stroking his jaw as he drifted his gaze across the universe, but he opened his eyes haha as he seemed to think of something.

"Didn't you turn Major Olivia into Commander-in-Chief of the Eighth Army?!

"That's a good guess."

When Cornelius said so and smiled slightly, he sprayed the tea that Lamberto had been drinking in abundance.

"Gee ho! Gee ho! ─ Yes, no, no, no. Wait a minute, please. Major Olivia is the commander-in-chief of the Eighth Army? That's just not going to happen."

I didn't even try to wipe my wet clothes with the tea that erupted, and shouted like I was frightened. Originally loud sounds go hand in hand, quite a bit to my ear.

"Isn't it convenient for Major Olivia to be Commander-in-Chief of the Eighth Army?

Cornelius, on the other hand, puts a small amount of sugar in his tea and quietly raises and lowers the spoon. Movement and quiet. Brad looked at the contrasting two with interest.

"I'm not talking about convenience or bad. Indeed, her medals are lightly overwhelming the others. But leading a unit is not the same as leading an army on its own again. Your Excellency the Marshal will be well aware of that. More importantly, she's still ten and... ten and..."

"Sixteen."

Paul says in an unchallenged voice.

"Yes, you're only sixteen, aren't you? Looking back at the history of the kingdom, there's no precedent for a commander-in-chief in his mid-teens, and it's impossible."

Say that much and face down. They noticed their clothes were wet while they were still there. When he took out the handkerchief with his face in his face, he began to wipe it abusively.

"─ Hmm. And what about the others? Don't hesitate. I want you to give me your opinion without abomination."

Cornelius looks over the table. It was Brad who opened his mouth instantly.

"I agree, don't I? If the lady hadn't rushed to reinforcements, she probably wouldn't have been in this seat."

Lamberto breathed a blatantly loud sigh toward Brad.

"I know Brad feels owed something to that girl. But I don't care if they come with me now."

"It's true that I feel obliged, but I'm not talking to you."

We collide with each other's opinions that are "overwhelmingly inexperienced" and "Experience makes up for as much as it takes by talent" and so on. After such interaction lasted awhile, Brad started scratching his head galloping like he was pissed off.

"Lord Lamberto. I am also a general who leads the Second Army once and for all. Seeing your lady work on the central front, you're just deciding that enough commander-in-chief duties will be served. We are still on thin ice, albeit the winning battle continues in the first place. I would be foolish to say that I can't afford to say how old I am under that circumstance or that I have no precedent?

"Mmmm......"

(On thin ice... you're exactly right. Once the crack is in, we don't have the power to exchange cold water bottoms. You won't be able to rise again)

Although we eventually won, we have many war fatalities with the Second and Seventh armies. It's not hard to imagine that the battle will be even more harsh in the future, and I can see that Lamberto has shown a certain understanding of Brad's opinion because of his silence.

Even as a ninehardt, I agree with Brad, and I don't think that would be a reason to reject him, at least because of his age, precedent, etc. More importantly, the medal is too gigantic to treat her like this as a commander of a unit. but lambert doesn't seem to be convinced at all. I immediately turned the spear.

"Marshal, then what is the rank going to do? No one is convinced that a man who leads an army is a major. This isn't all about precedents."

It has been decided that it is at least from the Brigadier General to lead an army. Lamberto's words are best, and it is imperative that the Commander-in-Chief be a major, both internally and externally, to become a source of laughter.

When they all pay attention to Cornelius, he opens his mouth as he slowly rinses to enjoy the aroma of tea.

"I know whether or not. I plan to have a merit award in a few days on that. Based on my previous combat efforts, I intend to entrust Olivia Valedstorm to Major General"

Brad leaked an admirable exhale.

"Suddenly it's Major General...... Major General has no problem leading the army, but Ninehardt here is Brigadier General, right?

Lamberto looks at this one and says it chills. I could see he was obviously guiding the story, and Ninehardt accidentally grinned inside.

(I honestly have trouble being put out here to pick up...)

An army is a world where strength is what it is. If you improve your combat skills, naturally your ranks will rise as well. It is not so unusual in this day and age for those who were subordinates to turn into superiors. Ninehardt also admits that it is an unprecedented promotion called the Fifth Class Advancement, but that's why there couldn't have been any place to include Olivia.

"Lord Lamberto, I don't give a shit."

Ninehardt said in a casual tone. To keep the story from spreading any further.

"Oh, yeah? - But as far as I'm concerned, Ninehardt would raise his hand in favor."

But he's not going to be so good. Lambert has been quite outspoken in lifting Ninehardt.

"That's the extreme of fear, but if you look at it from the Imperial Army and think about which one looks like a threat, don't answer for yourself."

Olivia the Reaper alias keeps the Imperial Army's heart and soul out of the cold. What the Royal Army needs now. It is Olivia who runs up the stairs of a hero by overwhelming force, and is definitely not the mortal himself.

"If Ninehardt is convinced..."

Lamberto poked his knee and turned away in such a way as to disapprove. Apparently, the current response did not suit me, and the color of disappointment is commonly expressed in the expression. Cornelius turned his exploratory gaze to Paul, who was holding his arms together and pulling his mouth together in one letter.

"I've kept my mouth shut since earlier... how about Paul?

"─ You're tough, to be honest. Major Olivia and his troops must now be present for the Seventh Army."

"Saara."

Cornelius nods yeah twice.

"Some people don't want to let go of that. Anyway, I think she's cute as a grandson."

Say it. Paul lowers his eyes. I opened my eyes as long as Brad didn't know how it looked. Surprise is probably as great as a familiar human being for a look that doesn't seem like a god and a feared man. Cornelius also stares at Paul with his eyes round, but not Brad's ratio. Ninehardt thought the relationship between the two was so deep.

"Am I even having a bad dream...... I can't believe that (...) instructor paul looks like that. Dead Linz and Ratz are about to come back to life in surprise."

"... I know exactly what you think of me in what I'm saying. Sounds like we'll need to slow it down later."

"Oh, just give me a break."

Again Brad shrugged his neck like a turtle, and Paul hummed his nose.

Every time since then Lamberto has shown difficulty, but by the time the room was filled with intense colors, it was officially decided to leave Olivia as the first commander-in-chief of the Eighth Army. At the same time, one operation decides.

"─ Then with this, we will begin a counterattack against the Imperial Army."

Together with the proclamation of Cornelius, we make a standing salute.

Olivia led the first task of the Eighth Army - Operation Imperial Alstead Invasion.