A meeting room within the royal castle, focusing on martial arts officers, had been held with a few civilian staff.
The air in the conference hall is not always good.
"... from that General Rutherford, requesting reinforcements,"
I pounded and groaned when the Second Army envoy sent me an autographed letter from General Rutherford, releasing it on my desk.
Then I turn to the map spread out on my desk, to it.
The focus is on the southern part of the Kingdom of Magna and the northern part of the Kingdom of Arunya.
Currently, there was a dispute with the Kingdom of Arunya.
The cause was a dispute over the former Medes Frontier Bertian territory.
The initial discussion took the form of an early breakdown and a brilliant ignition on the spark.
In response, the Kingdom of Magna dispatches a second army, led by the most powerful of the Kingdom's regular armies, General Rutherford.
It was thought that if the Southern Marquis joined forces on this, they could kick some ass, such as the Army of the Arlunian Marquis.
Things just don't go so well.
For the southern lords were passive in their cooperation.
They still resent me for the war ahead of them.
Totally, it's called General Regula, being persistent, being persistent.
By the way, the resentment bone marrow seems to be the same for the Arlunian gods......
Um, the fact that Hate to me in that area is, seriously, half-assed.
Damn, how did this happen?
What, you deserve it? What's that, delicious?
Gohon! Anyway, that's why.
Admiral Rutherford, also distressed, managed to gather the southern lords and march to northern Arlunia.
I pushed out the marines to intercept and temporarily even let them take possession of the Medes Border Burdock Reebra.
Shortly after that, however, one of the southern marquis responds inside to the Army of the Arlunian Marquis and commits a conspiracy.
Striking through that gap, the Army of the Arlunian Marquis counter-attacks.
Even the servant Admiral Rutherford abandoned Libra.
We had to retreat our troops and pull the front line to the bilateral border line.
Right now, across the border, the two Magna Arunya countries are in the middle of a glimpse.
In the meantime, General Rutherford's biggest concern is whether another new conspiracy will get him out of the Southern Marquis.
With only one army, I look out for the enemy army and also for my allies.
That's too much loading.
That's why General Rutherford asked for reinforcements.
The situation is oppressive. Reinforcements will have to be sent out.
Anyway, there's no way that a man whose duties and responsibilities as a soldier are such that he can easily request reinforcements.
If we send reinforcements, the situation must be on the way to deterioration.
Now, if so, the question is who to send to reinforcements.
Now the First Army on the northern side, the Third Army on the eastern side, the Fourth Army, led by the Hoover family, is the death number, and the Fifth Army is on the western side.
The Rangers are the three armies of the capital Kingsguard, the Sixth Army and the Seventh Army packing in the center.
The Capital Guard is out of the question, so normally, it's either the Sixth or Seventh Army...
That's not funny.
I'm not willing to give General Regula a chance to put up a medal.
If it's Lily, it's nothing good...
But at the top, of course, it's up to me to build on my accomplishments.
I was a Regent, a civilian, not a martial officer, and, on top of that, a lawsuit nobleman, but held his own power of war.
Oh, yeah, I'm actually a Viscount.
The Regent of one country, with no title or anything, has a problem with boulders.
Most of all, a lawsuit nobleman with no territory.
Normally, you don't own your own Knights of Private Soldiers.
But in fact, I have my own power.
Taste it, the wand force I led in the liberation war, which enlarged, a large force of 5,000 men.
What? What, what?
Where are the military funds that make up such a large force spreading from?
Hahaha, of course that's what I do for my money.
No, you have great hands while I'm at it.
I didn't do anything nasty. Really, I do.
This, important. I'm going to take the test, so remember.
Yeah, excuse me. That's an excuse for who?... Fair enough.
Anyway, I own my own unit.
So we can lead it and rush it as reinforcements.
"... Gotagota in the southern part of the country, if not the original, is all rust out of this body. Normally, I'd like to ask General Regula or General Gunter to run for office, but this time, will you leave it to me?
What a spit and show of a special victory not even in your heart.
To my statement, the gaze of all those present is directed at my face.
"His Highness the Regent? … I know what you mean, but I was wondering what it would be like for His Highness, the center of government, to be able to vacate the King's capital."
Quickly, there is a negative voice.
Other faces, too, will look negative.
Come on, how do you convince me? I lick my tongue in my heart.
"As far as government is concerned, I'm not going to shake you up as much as I am temporarily out. Our bureaucrats are brilliant. Or do the warlords doubt the power of our civilians?
"Ugh...... No, not like that..."
Hmm, the way I hear it now, there's no way anyone can throw up a dialogue that sells fights to all those civilians who can't be trusted.
"Or do the lords doubt my military power? Then it's called out-of-heart. Now is the time to be a civilian, but the power to dive through the great battle has not diminished."
I am a little tight and look out for the attendees who are standing in line.
"Yes, no, even if I doubt His Highness's power..."
"Then you don't have a problem. If so…"
When I cut the words, I look deep down.
As deep as my forehead is about to rub against my desk.
"Please, please, I want you to leave it to me"
A twist occurs in the conference hall.
Still, I don't lift my head deep down.
A person in a position like me bows his head so far.
It's a place where you can go through the earliest courtesy and even call it a kind of blackmail.
Look, look, what do you say? What do you think?
Let the regents of one country get this far, and you're not going to say anything negative, are you?
Stir like that in your heart.
But contrary to expectations, 'Ok, so please lift your head', that one word doesn't come out inside.
... can't we just do things?
Why do I want all this fighting?
Why are the martial arts so reluctant for me to make war work?
They had clear reasons.
That is because of the Hoover family's fame.
Seven generals of meritorious descent who were involved in the founding of the country.
It is a royal equivalent and, in the tradition of this country, inseparable and important.
The fact that one of them has been disconnected.
Isn't it nice to leave that alone?
Such a voice starts the army and is becoming so loud that it cannot be ignored within the royal castle.
So, why don't we let someone appropriate inherit the Hoover family's trail?
That's what's coming up.
As its candidate, there are several names mentioned….
One of them is me.
Naturally, naturally.
In the war ahead, the name of the hero who contributed to the PLA's victory could not have been mentioned.
However, there are many voices that revolt. That's very, very much so.
'Cause, right? If you think about it a little, you'll see.
I will be the head of the Seven Generals, one of them.
That means that the Regent at the heart of the administration will also serve as the head of an army.
It is only natural for those around me to be wary of my hypertrophy.
Still, force that backlash. But I want it. I want the Hoover family sites.
immense authority that the Hoover family has.
And above all, the right to hold a legion of regular armies nominally named Ni Wan.
As long as that... As long as that...!
Yes, as long as it is, as soon as possible, I have no enemies.
As their protector, they have absolute power in their hands.
So......!
"Isn't that nice? Your Highness the Regent says so far. Why don't you entrust your Highness with reinforcements?"
I manage to raise my voice in amazement.
However, many of the martial officers in the line could not contain their surprise voices.
Whatever, because it was the word uttered by the person who was seen to oppose the hardest on this occasion.
I lay down and look up to the Lord of the Voice earlier.
A skinny, blue-white-faced soldier. - General Regula.
What are you thinking?
"General Gunter, what do you think of Sir? Is Sir against it?
"... no, I do not disagree"
"I see, I see. So, how are the lords? Anyone disagree?
Admiral Regula looks around at all the attendees.
"Ri, if both generals are convinced..."
"I also, duh, agree with the officer"
"Ugh, um..."
The attendees raise their voices of passive approval in unison.
As I was aiming, I became the commander of the reinforcements. But this...
"Fine. It's a decision. So, Your Highness, as much as I command reinforcements, I beg you."
Yeah, I'll take care of it.
As if peeking in, General Regula looks at this one.
I glanced straight back at those cloudy eyes.