There is no previous argument within the main tent, and the debate progresses smoothly.
"Will the enemy stand and cage in Occhidens Castle?
"I guess so"
"Don't you think we'll ever meet again on the road?
"If there is a suitable point for an ambush, they will attack to delay the march. If..."
"Though there is no suitable terrain. Hmmm......"
"Right. This is not the best place."
"It's forbidden to be alarmed, but shouldn't we see it as unlikely?
"Agree"
"So it's a siege fight... We need to prepare a siege weapon."
The aggressive officers of the decisive thought speak one after the other. On the contrary, the prudents kept silent.
The discreetly argued officer had completely eliminated that position.
And even though it was all in form, General Kirico, who was also in a position to be called the chairman in the military council, had also lost even his position on the decorations.
Not to say no more push, but the last of the six generals, with the exception of General Kirico and the four generals I held in my arms, was attached to this side.
Naturally. It is imperative that we lose by majority vote even when attached to General Kirico.
No one will like it and board a sinking ship.
Take the poor old man outside the mosquito net, the military council turns.
Eventually the debate was exhausted and the future policy was largely consolidated.
Then the officers who have finished the discussion look at each other.... Oh well.
Until now, it has been General Kirico's role to announce the closing of the military conference.
It must be awkward to talk to an old man right now.
Then, Wonder if I can do you a loss.
I'll take the lead on what people don't like.
No, no, what a person I could be. That's great, me!
Then let's squeeze our courage and say the words we all expect.
"Well, my Lord Commander-in-Chief. Apparently, the argument has been exhausted. Can I leave the closing signal (...) to you at the end?
Only the tone is respectful. That's exactly how he encouraged it in a disrespectful manner.
Run a sara feather pen.
I can't contain my good mood seeping out on paper letters.
No, I'm not even willing to suppress it in the first place.
I was writing letters in the tent where the military debate was over and assigned to me.
The destination is Konrat.
To proudly report that we have the Latio Republic Army in our hands.
"Witch, it's Elma."
As he runs his feather pen as he roars, he can call from the entrance to the tent.
"Come in."
"Ha! Excuse me!
Elma comes into the tent in a military tone.
I raise my gaze only once and write the rest of the letter again.
"There's nobody else, and you can relax."
"Oh, sounds like it. Then don't hesitate."
As soon as you get my word of forgiveness, her military tone breaks down.
No, I don't mind...
You call it a simple village girl, or whatever it takes to capture words on par.
... okay.
Simple opponents like this would be easier to fool around with a lot of things.
"I brought you a meal, come on, eat."
That's what I say, I put the dishes I brought to the empty space at the edge of my desk.
The dedication is not painful.
Battlefield, so simple and tasteless.
Still, a meal for officers means it's still a better category.
What the average soldier eats is worse.
All the sunny ingredients like dried meat, garlic and onions line the bread hard enough to say that's the stone.
It's also something that Locke hasn't cooked.
Food resentment is horrible.
I can't complain after eating a meal for an officer.
If it leaks to the average soldier, he must buy a great deal of objection.
"Meals…? It's already that time."
"Oh, the sun's already starting to set."
"Yes. I'll get you a meal when I finish writing this. Thank you, Elma."
Hang the words of labor on Elma, who has carried the meal.
"It's not like you're thanking me. Any more letters than that?
Elma asks such a question indiscreetly.
Ha, if I'm the uncomfortable type of superior, then reprimand me, at all.
"... a report to His Highness Konrat."
"What is it, a work letter? It's boring. You're so..."
"Hmm? Are you sure?
"Oh, I thought it was a love sentence or something."
Haa? How could that happen?
It's a completely incomprehensible thought circuit.
"Why did you think I was writing romance again?
"Well, if I wrote it that happy, I would normally."
... happily? Hmm?
Well, the content is what it is. I did write in a good mood...
But that's all love sentences are...... What a short-circuit thought.
Or is everyone pink in their village daughter's head like this?
There won't be much entertainment in a country village.
Even if Love Bana is one of the few entertainments, it's not funny.
"You know, Elma......... yeah? What is it?"
"Come on, what is it?
Me and Elma look out of the tent at the same time.
... Hi, it's noisy outside.
Did some idiot wake you up at dinner in a fight?
Question to that extent at first. I wouldn't even have been on guard if I didn't mind throwing it away...
As the hustle and bustle gradually increases, it is noticed that it is not a mere matter.
When I got up, I went outside the tent.
"What the hell is going on!?
"Yes, no, what a fuss I am too..."
Asking one of the wand soldiers who was outside the tent does not give a satisfactory answer.
I turn my gaze especially to those who make a lot of noise in an attempt to keep track of things.
.................. I have a bad feeling.
An inquiry cultivated after experiencing a lesser number of training fields sounds alarming.
"Elma! Assemble all wand soldiers, fully armed and ASAP!
"Oh, oh...... All right, man!
That's where I give it back in military tone, Elma.
Yeah, but shall we put the novel behind us? Well later......
"Witch!
The voice of a man calling me. Turn your gaze over there.
The Lord of Voices was Franz, who belonged to the Fine Mercenary Corps, one of the escorts that Konrat attached to me.
"Franz! What is this noise?!?
"Yes! There's a battle going on in the line!
"Combat? Is it an ambush by the Royal Magna Army?
No, don't you have that?
Tell you what, the camp is set up in a scenic place.
After the sun has completely fallen, there is no way that a rabbit or horn can be ambushed in the current situation.
"Yes, no, that's...!
"That's... what? Report clearly!
"Excuse me! That's how Latio soldiers are fighting each other!
"What the hell!?
Battle between latio soldiers? How could that be!?
Guru, questions run around in my head.
"Witch! All Demon Wand soldiers assembled!
See who speaks. Below Elma, there were 36 Demon Wand soldiers in full force.
"Okay. Well then, you guys...... ugh!
Trying to speak to the Wand Squad, interrupt along the way.
Because in the distance, I saw a cavalry hanging here.
Is that a dozen or so people?
The man at the head of that cavalry group raises his voice.
"It's that girl! Kill that witch!
I'm convinced of that voice. At least that cavalry group is the enemy.
Shit, kill me!?
Oh, my God. I can't believe I'm clearly targeted!
Shit, shit! Why? What's going on!?
I don't know. I don't know, but do you honestly think they're gonna kill me?
I'll definitely try to help you!
"The Wand Squad! Protect me!
"Ha! Ku, as trained! Everybody get ready to fire!
Elma, the troop leader, speaks to the crew.
To that voice, the crew moves quickly.
Is the move much less than training for the first real battle?
Still manage to take the sidelines.
"The Wand Squad! All hands!"
Elma's hanging. A group of cavalry coming straight into this way.
I can't stop trembling.
"Shoot him. Yeah!
Thirty-six magic wands erupted fire in unison.
Seventy-three and six years of sacred history, the Silver Snake Moon
Participate in the Battle of the Republic of Latio. The Republican Army, the Army of the Arlnian Marquis and the two armies paced and simultaneously invaded within the Kingdom of Magna.
Sizuk, a useful actor in concluding this alliance between the two countries, accompanied the Army of the Republic of Latio.
So he interfered with the military control of the republican army and plotted to grasp this.
But General Kirico, commander-in-chief of the Republican Army, who was cornered by Sizuk, erupted.
Large-scale peer-to-peer discussions have occurred within the Army of the Republic of Latio.
The number of casualties and missing persons in this peer review allegedly reached a significant number.
As a result, the strength of the Republican Army, which initially had nearly 60,000 troops, manages to diminish to a scale of over 40,000.
This event was to be engraved in history as a rare failure on the part of Sizku, a brilliant conspirator.