It is the top floor of a tall building that faces the Great Square.
Therefore, to view the Grand Square, it could be said that it is precisely the privileged seat.
On this day, the view of the Great Square overlooked from its privileged seat was very different than usual.
In the middle of the Great Square, a wooden stage that appears to have been rapidly built in some way. Around it, a wooden fence stretches as well.
And on the outside of that fence, many crowds were packing.
The stirring and enthusiasm of the crowd was also clearly felt by the three martial officers looking down from the privileged seats.
Three martial officers, all in fine shape. That's all you can see about the height of their rank.
In fact, each of them were qualified generals to lead an army.
The three generals look down at the square silently, waiting for the time to come.
Most of all, the only thing we have in common is that we are silent.
The attitude of each general is threesome.
The serious-looking general has his arms together without hiding his grievances.
It's in the samurai. Seriously, the obese general looks restless.
The General with his drifting air has an irresistible look.
In the stuck air, there was no sound and quiet back, one of the rooms. But the footsteps that abruptly rushed down the hallway broke that silence.
And, time after time, doors that are roughly opened.
It was only a young officer who came in.
From the look of it, it can be inferred that the feathers are badly chopped. Anyway, he came into the room with the generals without a knock.
A rushed officer gathers the gaze of three generals.
Normally, I would notice my own disrespect there and apologize immediately......
This officer speaks of his own business so as to curl it up.
Behavior out of the ordinary track. But blaming this officer is something called cruelty.
Anyway, he was in such a hurry, and most importantly, the action was driven by his sense of justice.
Still, in a word of bitterness, his justice was too blue and, above all, untouchable.
"Please, my lord general! Please, stop that woman!
To the plea of the young officer, the three generals still show the attitude of the three parties.
The serious-looking general makes his face look more and more glamorous.
The obese general peeps into the faces of the other generals while wiping the sweat off his forehead.
The general who wraps up the air in the air watches things change, as if he were a bystander.
What we have in common is that, after all, each is silent.
Such, to the unsweetened attitude of the generals, the young officer desperately restrained his voice from about to be absurd.
And try to worry about a calm voice - hard to say it's going well - but to persuade the generals, overlap the words.
"It doesn't matter what you think about this. It's a huge deviation from the military supervisor's territory! Don't you think so, General Rutherford!?
The young officer, among the three generals, throws his words at the seemingly serious generals.
Well, it would be an easy choice. More than the other two generals, we are likely to be able to talk decently.
The named, serious-looking general - General Rutherford - finally opens his heavy mouth.
"It does deviate from the authority of the military superintendent. However, if it is her discretion..."
The words distort the expression of the officer.
Looking at the face of such an officer, General Rutherford overlaps words even more.
"The order was not issued by the military superintendent, but by the death of His Majesty. Nothing wrong with that."
If it does make sense, General Rutherford is right.
But not very much, but it didn't convince the young officer.
When he shook himself in anger, he roughed up his voice.
"It's that woman, that woman, who instigated His Majesty! Otherwise......!
"Shut up! Your words are disrespectful!
General Rutherford raises words of reprimand.
Indeed, the words of the officers were dangerous. We must not only be dissatisfied with the warden, and if it reaches the king, neither can the stone generals be sheltered.
The young officer would also have noticed the danger of his own words, hurriedly speaking.
And beg again with a grunting voice as to whether the passion was suppressed for a little bit.
"Please, please, I need your help. My home, the Hoover family, is one of the famous houses of Takemen, the Seven Generals, since the founding of the country. Executing it..."
General Rutherford turns a blind eye to the young officer. And groaned bitterly.
"... forgive me, I cannot resist His Majesty's death"
The young officer collapses into the words.
General Rutherford stared at him with eyes that seemed painful.
Yes, General Rutherford was also heartily opposed to today's execution.
Indeed, the commander of the advance army, General Hoover, failed miserably by an enemy army inferior to his own.
That's enough sin to blame. There is no way for you to punish me.
But in the battle ahead, General Hoover and his eldest son Klaus are dead in action.
If you are responsible for the defeat, you must have already redeemed it with your life.
Nonetheless, he who takes to one gate, executes all of them, etc… it was just, unheard of.
In the first place, victory or defeat is a constant part of a soldier's home. Hundreds of battles, hundreds of wins and other unlikely things.
For once, every time a battle is defeated, even if the Commander's clan is being exterminated, the Takemen lineage will be eradicated from this country.
"Somebody, anybody!
General Rutherford utters the word. So much less, the guards rushed.
"Take him somewhere he can rest."
Nodding at the general's words, the guard left the room to support the young officer.
Three generals shut up and drop that back off.
"Are you glad, Admiral Rutherford?
A drifting airborne general asks General Rutherford.
"There's no good or bad. The king's life must be absolute, absolute."
In response, the inquiring general shrugged his shoulders.
"No change, sturdy. But it's going to set a precedent that's not convenient for us."
……………………
"Since the founding of the Seven Generals, there has been no execution or anything else. But today it becomes clear that even the Seven Generals will send a truncated head with one king's life."
It was not General Rutherford who shook victoriously at the words, but an obese general who was listening beside him.
"Wow, we, the seven generals, with the king of kings, descended from the heroes who laid the foundations of this country. Well, it's good to be allowed to do that..."
"Oh! Well said, General Regula! Be sure to persuade the military jailer to stop the execution at the hands of your lord!
The general with his floating air cheers as he raises his hands.
"Nah, General Maximilian, what are you saying..."
Suddenly, the obese general - General Regula - will be eaten.
In that series of exchanges, General Rutherford zeroed his sigh.
"General Maximilian, not if you're making fun of people that way"
"What, General Rutherford! I'm serious!
To this end, General Regula also seems to have noticed the sincerity of the General - General Maximilian - with his floating air, blushing.
"Sir, are you fooling me!
"No way, no way. Sir is expected to advance without fear. What, are pigs and pigs alike?
…… …… Huh, it's offensive! Let me sit in the middle!
When he said so, General Regula left the room angry with his shoulder.
"... General Maximilian"
General Rutherford raises his voice to blame as he stares at General Giroli and Maximilian.
"Don't stare, sir. I wanted to talk to you alone."
"............... So, what's the story?
"It's settled, I'm talking about the military commissioner."
General Rutherford, when he nods silently, prompts him to get ahead of the conversation.
"The Military Superintendent is a madman, but he's not an idiot. Something like a rational monster, in other words."
"............ so?
"I mean, this execution doesn't mean anything either. The goal is to hold us down, the Seven Generals, and put us under control. Sir, you've seen it, too, General Pork's fright. In that way, I can't even dream of a shield against the military prison."
Don't just tell me to do it, General Maximilian, shaking his neck left and right.
"... so what's up. I only serve as a general. I'm not interested in a lead fight in the inner circle."
"Hmm, the sturdy. Pigs are frightened, stoneheads don't let me out. Now I can't move either"
Again, General Maximilian shaking his neck sideways.
General Rutherford stared at him like that.
"Sir, assuming you were free to move, what were you willing to do?
"Hmm?... well, we cage either a pig or a stonehead and fall back on the enemy army together... wait, wait, for example"
General Maximilian raises his hand to stop the general in front of him.
"Don't worry, I won't let you turn around. On my own, dealing with Sir and his two armies is too heavy a load. It would be the same with the weak soldiers of Arlunia."
General Maximilian to interpret it that way.
It's not about loyalty or morality, it's about not betraying it for purely military reasons.
No matter, it's not a praised reason. But General Rutherford thought he could be trusted more than sworn allegiance.
Yes, at least, as far as General Maximilian is concerned.
"Are we done talking, Admiral Maximilian?
"Oh, it's over. Later… will be in the history of the Kingdom of Magna, shall we watch the execution play"
With that said, General Maximilian looks down on the Great Square.
Then more voices and enthusiasm overflow from the overlooked arrow tip, the Great Square.
Apparently, the execution play where General Maximilian refers, that's just about to start.
The two generals looked down at the sight, each with separate thoughts.