Eventually, the squeaking crowd's voice echoes in the square. At the end of their noisy gaze is an execution table set in the center of the square.
Still, there is no one on that platform. The crowd is waiting for the moment as they each talk about something with their neighbor, looking at its unusual sight.
How long would that have lasted? After a while, a loud voice rose from the corner of the crowd.
The other crowds gazed at you for something, but lost so much that they realized why, and raised their voices equally loud.
Yes, on the stage, the protagonists of this day appeared.
More than a dozen young men and women emerged drawn together. From the old lady who was old, the youngest was a boy under ten, no matter how he saw it.
Everyone is tied behind their back and dressed in simple clothes that don't fit into their original identities.
The crowd's reaction to the sight varies.
Who flies terrible curses. He who sees that even a young boy can be pulled up, and flatters his face. He who lays down his eyes with his hands together as he prays.
At the end of their gaze like that, the prisoners on death row are knelt in a row by the soldiers. Then, at that stage, a new character appeared on the stage.
The person was an old young girl. I don't see it here, the owner of a strange look. On his right hand, he is already gripped with an execution knife.
The crowd's gaze poured simultaneously on the new characters, but the girl walks flat, feeling nothing.
It feels more right to be indifferent than dignified. Whatever you do, you don't show the crowd's gaze consciously.
Girl approaching death row as if walking in the garden. Her gaze overlapped with that of one of the death row inmates - a youth such as whether it would reach 20.
The young man, angry and hateful, stares at the girl. His name is Helmut Hoover. He is the second son of General Hoover, who died in battle in the battle ahead.
"Poisonous woman. You think you can do this and just do it?
With a low voice like crawling to the ground, Helmut asks the girl. Everyone who heard that voice was such a voice that they understood his anger.
Most of all, the girl didn't seem to remember any emotion in the voice. On the contrary, I just need to know what they said, so I can tilt my little neck.
"Are you in love? Or do you really think I don't know?
"Yes...... right. What the hell do I have to be afraid of?
The girl looks at Helmut's face with interest as she inquires.
Helmut cuts off her end like a prophet to such a girl.
"Such an unscrupulous way. necessarily, buy a lot of disgust. Which would ruin you. If you have the king's refuge, can you escape?"
"... oh, no"
The girl doesn't even get strong, she just gets the look of her heart clapping out.
"Ever since I decided to live truly free, it has been woven to receive people's malice. I'm more horrible in a depressed routine than in the ruin that comes one day"
"Say what..."
"If you're going to run out of life anyway, I don't know what I think it is to live as I think... Don't you think?
Girl with a luscious smile. She puts an execution knife in her right hand in the air.
"That's a long story gone by. Shall we get started?"
With that said, the girl wields an execution knife in the universe so as to test how it is going. One swing, two swings.
Seeing that, the colour of bitterness floats on Helmut's expression.
I was scared when I was about to be executed, not that. No, you're right in a way...
The cause of his expression is the skill of the girl's sword. I can see the naivety at first sight.
This means that Helmut's nephew, eight years old, still wields a decent sword.
Therefore he is wary. Apparently, understand that you're not going to die easy.
A tragic execution was carried out on this day, when the gathered spectators accidentally covered their eyes.
On that day, I, the Chairman's Secretary with His Royal Highness the Konrat, was at a certain meeting.
Most of all, it does not have a minor role, it is just an addition to His Royal Highness Konrat.
The location is the Grand Hall of the Medes Border Burfu. There is a multitude of people gathered against the kingdom of Magna, beginning with the mighty lords of the kingdom of Arunya.
Among them, the oldest aristocrats - the ones entrusted with the parliamentary procession on this occasion - throw their words against the faces on which they reside.
... It's not that he's the best. For a role like this, it's better not to dare hit the elderly, but it doesn't stand the corner the most. Well, that's why.
"Now, to fulfill our responsibility to protect our homeland, Arunya. Also to exchange justice that frees neighbouring Magna from the usurpers. The Hordes shall join forces with His Highness Konrat. Does anyone have any objections?
"" "" No objection!
In response to the words of that confirmation, a voice of approval is raised by the Hordes.
Responsibilities, justice, how dare you speak of a great name you don't even have in mind.
Oh, my God, I look at the marquis with cold eyes.
To the consensual voice of the marquises, the old nobleman, the Marquis Mayering, nods one, gazing at the young man sitting in the upper seat.
Youth, Konrat rises with that signal. And I raised my voice.
"Respect and thank the Chivalry Spirit of the Horsemen! Let's fight together and grab the victory!
"" "" Whoa!
In response to the call of Konrat, the Hordes respond.
What an honest thing. The Konrat is also very popular.
That and this, thanks to the sincerity (...) that persuaded me to go around after the death of the Medes Border Uncle in order to get the help of the Hordes, right?
Yeah, yeah, the best way to get along is with a gift. After all, the sweets are easy to send to the mark of approaching. Yes, we all love it, it's a mountain blown treat.
By the way, the confectionery bill has been twisted out of the budget of Borderline Bo Fu.
It's a special treat. The cost is also considerable. No way, it's not something you can pay off on your stomach.
No, no, what you need to have is a good Borderline Bo Fu (ATM).
Finally, the empty bills were cut all over. Individually, they contracted the transfer of the Medes Frontier Uncle after the war.
Uh, why do you give up corner territory?
Hehe, of course, it's just a promise. But that promise has the most plausible justification.
That is the postwar contort and Annelie's position.
Indeed, Annelie is the successor to the Orthodox Medes Frontier Lord.
But if we win this battle, Konrat and Annelie will be the next king of Magna and his queen.
It must be said that the fact that the people of the Magna royal family have aristocratic territory of the Kingdom of Arunya is no longer an issue.
It's never a legal problem, but countless things, starting with King Arulnia, that you don't find interesting.
In that case, it could be a spark of battle again.
Conrad doesn't want a new war.
For the most apparent reason, he blew the grand law when he paid the collaborators for the cooperation.
No, no, and there's no maneuvering, the one with the empty bill cut.
If that's true, how many frontier uncles will be born after the war? Absolutely, it's a joke.
But if you win, you have no problem. As long as you become King Magna, you'll have to push it through without knowing.
I will not break my expression, but I will keep my face clear, in my stomach much.
... At some point, you've been polishing your plotter character.
Well, okay.... Are you sure?
I watched the set-up ceremony with a little worry.
Tips, tricks and knocking on wooden doors. When I told whoever was in the room what their name was, permission to enter the room was immediately granted.
Open the door and step indoors. There, as an individual room, was a spacious room by the time it was broken.
Instead, you're right to say it's vainly broad. Oh, my God, evil passes behind my brain.
I'm not jealous of anything. In fact, it's so much space I can only say it's a waste. Most importantly, it may be necessary to foil the powerful.
I walked to the sofa opposite the intended person, not hesitating to sit down without the permission of the Lord of the room.
Sitting on the couch opposite each other, the lord of the room raises his voice a little frightened.
"Aren't you going to behave like a subordinate, Lilka Mouse?
I replied by laughing with my nose.
"... well, fine. Where someone else's eyes are, you need to be decent, okay?
"I'll do it right."
When I grinned and gave him a deliberate grin, the lord of the room, Konrat, sighed.
I cut out the story, not through such a sigh.
"What more can I do for you to call than that?
"Oh, I wanted to talk to you about future moves."
"Future moves, is it?... Specifically?
I throw the question again at vague contorts.
"Now that we have the help of the Hordes, should we adopt an offensive or a guardian? Let me hear your opinion."
"... right"
When I put my hand on my chin, I think about it for a while. And reiterate the current situation.
Currently, allied factions are joining the original Border Bell Army, the Mercenary Corps, as well as the Horse Army, to increase their strength.
On top of that, in the victory ahead, morale is greatly increased.
Meanwhile, the enemy faction still has an army stronger than its allies.
But by the defeat ahead and the decision of the Konrat, it seems a lot confused. It is to the left that the movement of the enemy expeditionary forces is stopped.
In this situation, should we adopt an offensive or a guardian......
"… yet, I do not think we should adopt an offensive"
"Why is that?
"Currently, the enemy army is confused and lacks entanglement. That's good, isn't it?
"Oh. But then, isn't now a good time to attack?
Konrat gives a surprising look.
"The other way around. If they attack us, we have to fight to protect ourselves. Confused armies will also show a glimmer. Then it doesn't make sense."
I affirmed, as such.
In the Military Code, there is a "watch of fires on the shore".
People and organizations, if they have common external enemies, get together, and when they're gone, they start playing the inner circle.
For this reason, if there is any disturbance in the order of the enemy, leave it and wait for the self-destruction of the enemy. If you leave this one unattended, the spark of civil strife will be a big fire.
A well-known practical example of this strategy is Cao Cao of the Three Kingdoms.
After the fall of one of Cao Cao's rivals, Yuan Shao, Cao Cao did nothing to immediately attack the Yuan clan.
That's also because I knew Yuan Shao's three sons were unfriendly.
If a common external enemy named Cao Cao attacked me, the brothers would have fought together, laying aside their remorse first.
Cao Cao looked aside to avoid it and waited for his enemies to be exhausted in a fraternal dispute.
Then, even if the Yuan brothers, who were defeated by Cao Cao, relied on Gongsun Kang to stretch out, Cao Cao again made fun of the abandoned play.
The result was that Gongsun Kang would send the Yuan brothers' neck to Cao Cao.
Again, if Cao Cao attacked Gongsun Kang, Gongsun Kang might have worked with the Yuan brothers to fight Cao Cao.
However, the bystanders killed the Yuan brothers before Cao Cao attacked them.
Exactly, a plan to watch the fire separately from the shore. It's a tactic to watch the fires get bigger across the shore.
I conveyed the outline of the plan to Konrat.
"... I see. It is a reasonable plan. But will it work that way?
In a half-heartedly, half-heartedly kind of way, Konrat asks.
"Of course, it's not just about watching. I'll hit my hand to make it work."
"What kind of hand is that?
"We will release spies and spread rumors"
"Rumors?"
I'm going to ask you about parrot returns, Conrad. Move your head a little.
Hold that word in your heart, and I state my own thoughts.
"For example, King Heinrich intends to solemnize the Seven Generals after the war in order to build a dictatorship, etc. General ○ ○, who leads the Expeditionary Army, is already in contact with His Highness Konrat, etc. Rumors will spread that will increase the upset of the enemy forces."
It's the so-called fluent language.
This is not what I made fun of. Rumor has it that an army that has become a suspicious ghost has broken up with so many people that it sweeps into the history of war and throws them away.
"... shuddering. The boulder is a [distant witch]."
"As a compliment, I'll take it"
Let me grin again, deliberately.
Konrat let him flatter his shoulders, and tried to say something, but he was hindered by the rushing footsteps and the sound of a well-motivated open door.
Me and the contorts are aligned and I see the open doors.
Standing there was Linus, the leader of the Knights of Fine, once again of the Mercenaries of Fine.
The Fine Mercenaries have renamed the Knights and their names as direct units of the Konrat.
But even if I changed my name, I didn't change its fruit.
That Linus captain is showing how he hastily hastened sometime.
Apparently, something happened.
"... what's going on, Linus? So hasty."
Captain Linus replied to Conrad's query with a beat aside.
"My lord Konrat, the Magna army has begun marching."
The words marked the breakdown of my plan and the beginning of a new battle.