Survival in Another World With My Master

When we arrived at the meeting point, a few riders with white flags ran late for our arrival. By the way, there's a white flag on our airboard. There is no concept of a declaration of war or an ultimatum, but the concept of a white flag is almost identical to what I know. It feels strange, but I can't help complaining.

"Six in all. Perhaps those two fine armour are the enemy commanders."

"I guess. An old knight with a scratch on his armor would be commander of the Tigris Royal Army."

Does that mean you're the commander of the Principality of Dihart's armor? This one looks pretty young. He certainly looks younger than Sir Leonard. Like Da Nang? It feels like a generation older than me.

It was nothing to stand up and talk about, so I took out of the inventory and set up two chairs for Warg and the other commander, and the people over there who were watching were thrilled. He was surprised by the boulder when he saw the chair being taken out of nowhere.

"Do you have enough legs?

"Uh-huh...."

It seems good, so I'll sit in the chair first. Well, a chair is as simple as a cloth on top of an X-shaped skeleton. My image is of an old lady fishing on the shoreline of the harbor sitting there. No, I feel like a warlord was sitting here when the battlefield was depicted in an era play.

"Now, what should I start talking about at this time? Is it okay to introduce yourself?

"Well, first of all, let's talk about where we stand. I'm Warg. Captain of the Northern Magic Gun Battalion of the Royal Merinard Army and Commander of the Northern Base."

"I'm Koske. No, I'm not a soldier of the Royal Merinard Army, am I?

"I see... well, why don't we just name it King's Favor?

Well then, let's do it again. My name is Koske. The queen of the kingdom of Merinard, Silfiel-Danal-Merinard's companion, the so-called King's Match. Think of it as a military or staff position in this situation. From the standpoint, it seems to be above the Warg. "

"That's because it's the king's mate. So, what about you?

The other commanders, who were looking at our interactions with a gloomy expression, coughed up a little and squeezed their faces and opened their mouths.

"I am the Marquis of Makrit-Jean-Niclaus. Commander of the visible Royal Tigris Army."

"My name is Antonius-Dels-Gilanzam. The Count. He leads the Principality of Dihart."

Older Master Maclith, younger Master Antonius.

Well then, let's go straight to the point. We demand the lifting of the wounded and bodies and the abandonment of the border fortifications between the two countries. A week? Too short for a boulder? Let's wait two weeks. Within two weeks, retreat and abandon the fort. Therefore, if we don't obey, in two weeks, we will destroy both fortifications without a trace. "

Two enemy generals opened their eyes to my knocked demands. Surprising, isn't it? I would be surprised if I were in the opposite position. Suddenly you say such a thing, but you can't agree to it. In the first place, they wouldn't have the authority to swallow the terms and abandon the fort.

"How can you swallow such a condition!

"There are no conditions for anything. There's no way you can swallow it."

Makrit's face turned bright red, his anger revealed and he yelled, and Antonius smiled bitterly. That's the bitter smile, isn't it? Oh, you think it's some kind of idiot, don't you? Well, it actually seems similar.

"No, you don't have to swallow it. Whether it's inside or empty, it just destroys the roots."

The two of them once again opened their eyes to surprise in my words. [M] Master Maclito's face remains bright red. Are you all right? I don't want to be surprised and angry to die so suddenly.

"I said it was a request, but in fact, it's not an order. I just communicated the decision. We'll destroy it in two weeks, so if you don't want to make a sacrifice, take it away. This is a punitive response from us to the Principality of Dihart and the Kingdom of Tigris, who have invaded suddenly with uncertainty about the reasons for the war."

"Punitive response...? That's a pretty tall story, isn't it? How do you destroy a fortress in a habit of not coming out of a position?

Antonius glanced at him as he created a sword-eating atmosphere. Oh, I'm scared. I'm scared.

"I don't feel the need to explain in any way. Either way, two weeks later, we will destroy the fort near the border with the Kingdom of Merinard. If you don't want to kill the soldiers, make them evacuate. In the meantime, there will be no further attacks from us until then, two weeks from now. Let's also acknowledge the casualties on the battlefield and the lifting of the remains. However, if we recognize another act of aggression against the Kingdom of Merinard, we will immediately counterattack and destroy all forces involved in the act of aggression and destroy the fortifications on both sides without waiting two weeks. We recommend that you keep an eye on each other to avoid strange behavior."

"Isn't that a lot of energy? We still have a total of 10,000 soldiers. On the other hand, it's only four hundred. No matter how many strange weapons they were armed with, the number of disadvantages could not be overshadowed."

"Want to try it? I don't think your morale will be maintained. Of course, in that case, I will destroy the fort immediately after I kill you all."

That's what I'm going to say smiling at the incredible Makrit.

"You have no choice. Follow our orders to minimize the dead, or we will literally destroy them with another fight. It's not like you don't know that I was putting a lot of effort into it, is it?

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My words silence the two enemy generals.

As a matter of fact, the Principality of Dihart is well within the bombardment range of Mr. Harpi and his men. Fly the instructions on the Golem communications plane, and we will still be able to rain anti-aircraft bombs on the Principality of Dihart at this moment.

"I really want to get along with my neighbor. Well, if you're going to hit me, I'm going to hit you back, and if I'm going to hit you again, I'm going to hit you thoroughly so you don't want to hit me again. It's up to you to shake hands afterwards, or perhaps the rotten boys of the Holy King's kingdom are pulling the thread behind them."

They didn't change their faces when they heard me. Well, even though it's a patriarchal country, it's hard to say that other countries told me to move their troops.

"That's all from here. If there's anything you want to say, I'll ask. Anything?

"That's all from here. If there's anything you want to say, I'll ask. Anything?

What the hell is this? I only got the impression that. Surprised to see the bars coming out of nowhere, this majestic and powerless man is the commander of the enemy and king of the kingdom of Merinard? The King's mate is coming out of the way to fight? In the kingdom of Merinard.

Anyway, he's too heterogeneous in every sense to appreciate.

First of all, there is so much demand. Until we recover the wounded and the bodies and seek immediate evacuation, we still know. But you usually come after that asking for a transfer of territory, paying compensation, or something like that? Why would that be the abandonment of the border fort?

The border fort is an important base for national defense. We are leading an army in our country - in fact, our leadership is mixed - and we have more authority than we are leading, but we have not been given enough authority to freely establish a strategic base for the country. In just two weeks, it's about time we had an exchange with the public capital.

"I can't accept it. I don't have that kind of authority in the first place."

Same here. It's hard to communicate with the center in two weeks. "

It is not impossible to say whether we can or cannot, but it is unlikely that the public capitals will tolerate the abandonment of the border fort. Either way, I will surrender virtually without intercourse, and I will be left incompetent, or I will be lowered for the worst crimes.

Of course, I'm sorry to break into them and die in battle.

"As I said earlier, I don't mind if you don't respond. We're just going to move on."

"... are you willing to negotiate? Unilaterally, such conditions..."

"I don't want to negotiate!

A man named Koske said, turning his face bright red and blocking the words of Makrit, who floats blue muscles in his temples.

"Why should we listen to people who have come in unilaterally and been beaten to pieces? How about the other way around? Do you listen to those people? You're not tilting, are you? If this is at least a diplomatic effort in advance, putting forward our own legitimate reasons, and finally pointing an ultimatum before we attack, why do we have to listen to the stories of people who suddenly attack us without buying food secretly and negotiating at all? I want people to reflect on their behavior before they talk about courtesy."

I can't hear a sound. Sure enough, you don't have to keep your ears open, even if the side that was wrapping its tail in anticipation of danger says something. But I can't do anything that I can't.

"But..."

"But I don't have a scarf. As I said earlier, this is not a request or anything, it's just a circular. This is our intention not to imitate me again. There will be no compromise, and we will do it. If you resist, the fort will be your coffin. That's all I'm talking about."

I suppose that means there's no island to attach to. Well, surely the losing side can say something.

After that, I managed to extend the deadline by two weeks, but Koske never broke. Shit.