Sweet Reincarnation

"I didn't know we were going to get this far..."

Lunikis, Prince of the Kingdom of Praurich, muttered in a small voice like a soliloquy.

It was the neighbors who heard the words. Workers of the twenties and forties.

I am an elite because I am near the future king, but everyone has a sinking face. The condition is the same as if it had been judged.

When it comes to the reason, it's because you're forcing an unexpected struggle in the battle of an opponent of the Holy Kingdom who thought you could easily win.

"Was the tactics still awkward?

Now the prince asked clearly. It is a difficult question to answer, and all my men seem to say it spicy and look at each other in the face.

Somewhat, and most of all, I answered, Dondies-Mill-Haphorn, who was in the last seat. The second son of the Haphorn family, who has produced competent talent from generation to generation. It was small and rare to be present, but even as I came here and wrinkled between my eyebrows, I didn't forget to serve as an assistant to advance a step forward.

"Your Highness, to see the movement of an enemy, no matter how you look at it, it's a strange trick. Tactically large wraps small is the way to go. I don't think I was wrong. Also, I don't think it's a bad idea to take the wind. Even if we see a movement that sees this person move to gain ground, there is an extra wisdom, if not..."

Trying to go on, the Dondies keep saying it.

Because the words from here forward were probably words of political consideration. At least not a good word to say with thoughtful speculation.

"What, say it to the end?"

"I was wondering if there was any information leaking to the enemy around His Highness or Sir Serjean-Letesch."

If it's the life of a prince, I can't help but say it.

What I suggest as an assistant is a statement that doubts our side. I see, when I also found myself saying it, I showed understanding around me.

It would be of good quality to have talent, at least around the prince, without a human being to pull his leg with this statement. Most importantly, it lacks aggressiveness in both good and bad ways.

"Are you a spy?

"He said it was possible. Since mere espionage does not allow us to exchange information in time, he said that we also have the means to learn more about the information and then carry it quickly. I'm speculating, so I'm not out of my imagination."

"Hmm..."

The prince thought a little.

Indeed, this move by the Holy Nation was odd.

Prepare as if you knew to spot this move and divide your legions in advance. Operation as if to match the action of taking advantage of the ground. Response as if you anticipated a battle power allocation.

If all this was done with prediction, then a considerable number of wise men are in the staff. At least, artistry that cannot be done near the prince's side. It's just insanity.

The prince thought so with extreme common sense.

However, there is something in the world called an anomaly (irregular) that sticks out of the boundaries of common sense. There are exceptions to any group.

The pastry of whoever it is when it comes to the heretic children of the Kingdom of God, but bitters and others who have known and studied its existence are also probably stepping off common sense thinking. The deeper you try to know about insanity, the more you stain it yourself. It is the logic of the world that what peeks into the abyss is also peered from the abyss.

Maybe there are other countries that have dumped their common sense in the trash just like that.

The world is wide.

But from people who don't know the existence of crazy people, it seems more appropriate to assume that their freshness was leaked beforehand. It's the limit of common sense people.

"Understand the concern that information is being leaked in advance. But what do you mean by means of transport? Magic?"

"Not necessarily because the beauty of sight is different from land. Maybe there's something technical. Is it a means of transport or a means of communicating? Of course, there's a possibility of magic."

Even in the Kingdom of God, ships communicate with each other using flags at some distance. Means of transmitting information such as wolf smoke were also well known in the land world.

How to light a fire on a high ground in the middle of the night and convey information in the distance is a common sense area even if you don't know the fires of Wushan.

If you are at sea with nothing obstructed, visual information is easy to convey. The Holy Nation is not ruling a country over Dada either. Perhaps the expectation that there might be a technique that would allow information to be communicated quickly at sea is not out of place either. I'm just saying it's out of line this time.

"Stealing information and carrying it instantly...... as there can be no mortairn betrayal, what else?

"I hear the Bombino family got a birdman. If you use it well, you will have to do it. In the first place, when it comes to the quality of wizards, there is a day long in the Holy Land, so I was wondering if there are many hidden balls."

Wizards of the Holy Nation have a strong difference between people who are hiding information and those who are not. It is not disadvantageous to be informed. Alternatively, in the case of an externally advantageous wizard, the information is actively published and disseminated. Healing Virgin and others would lead the way. It also makes strong sense to appeal to ourselves to be God's gracious saints.

Conversely, even if he is known to be a wizard, he may thoroughly hide the contents of the magic. Or even hide being a wizard. In terms of secrecy, the national system of religious states is extremely convenient. In the Kingdom of God, most humans sell information in exchange for profits and lives. If you can hang your family's life, your own life, and blinding large sums of money on your scale, there are limits to keeping your mouth shut.

But in the Holy Nation, fanatics and others don't break their mouths even if they are tortured. Even if you die, there are people who believe in God and keep secrets. There are even people in there who suppress drugs with mental strength and reason. In terms of organizational strength and solidarity, the power of the Holy Nation had terrible objects.

Until then, a wizard hidden is almost certainly a useful wizard. Only if it's useful can we get enough trump cards.

They expected that the unknown wizards of the princes of the Kingdom of God should be put into this battle. You're absolutely right about this.

"Those are troublesome people. Fighting is a real hassle."

"I'm desperate over there, too."

Oh, boy, and the sighing faces. The central figure is, of course, a prince, but there's plenty left to guess.

This battle is also a battle to foil young people, including princes. If it's somewhat of a hassle, I can make it a good experience and a laugh story for the younger guys, but the loss sounds like the future.

An absolutely unbeatable battle. That's why it's hateful to have suffered a handache in a battle.

Excuse me while I talk to you.

A voice hung from outside the curtain building when I was lining up the tannic surfaces unsuitable for my youth. Everyone looks at those who speak unexpectedly.

"What?"

The prince's voice is perhaps annoying elements.

A voice that unintentionally solidifies you, even the people outside.

"In the name of Uncle Ratesh, I've been contacted"

"Which"

Where the prince and his neighbors are troubled, we have received another new communication. It's the role of the neighborhood to hear from the orders that were outside.

The content received by the proximity was sufficient to blur the complexion.

"Your Highness..."

"What?"

He was a prince who felt no sign of good on the poorly blooded face nearby, but he couldn't possibly not listen to the report.

"... in the ship, they say something contagious has broken out"

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The ship smelled blood.

Among the flagships of the Navy of the Kingdom of God was no exception again, and in the smell of iron being able, Serjan, the person responsible, looked up.

"Don't you know what caused it?

"Unknown."

In the battle against the Holy Nation, the Army of the Kingdom of God suffered painful damage from the battle together.

They took the form of battle defenses to prepare their posture and continued to stare at the enemy fleet.

In what was supposed to be an easy victory, a front that became adhesive without stopping. It was an unintentional extreme, but doubted the existence of insiders because of the skill of the enemy's movements was the same as the faces in the rear.

Even as we stare at each other, the intensity of the battlefield remains unchanged.

Various measures were taken to identify the enemy's thoughts and abilities, including internal investigations and the daring to change and flow deceptive information by ship.

There have also been several skirmishes, the dominant side of the Kingdom of God on the force of war cannot actively leave for internal control, and the Holy Nation, which is disadvantaged by the force of war, does not imitate such a beating. A situation like a one-off nervous battle had already lasted for a month.

Of course, Succulet and Sergian are not incompetent either. While carrying out the battle, he actively pursued the task of inside the army and washing out the smugglers in parallel.

As a result, it is almost certain that there will be no insiders. At least not being in the fleet leads to some certainty.

It was almost time to set up the system after a month of confirmation and a vain skirmish, and to reach another showdown.

In the boat, strange diseases began to spread.

At first, there were more soldiers with depressed feelings and more carefree people. Initially, the fear of contagious diseases was conveyed from those familiar with the sea, as a few people began to develop something like stains on their thighs and arms, which seemed to be a mental effect of wartime.

"The Bombino family said they knew about the disease."

"On your mind?"

"Yes. Symptoms of the disease include an extremely suspicious nautical disease infectious disease"

Originally a military man on land, Serjan is inexperienced in conducting naval warfare. Well, ship-specific illnesses and the like were the first ears, and I overheard them.

"What kind of disease is that?

"They say it's a disease that can easily be suffered after a long voyage, and once it does, the sailors around them show the same symptoms."

Even in this world, the existence of an infectious disease is widely known. Among other things, military personnel know by rule of thumb that each time they work, they are equipped with standard collective behavior and severe physical fatigue, and that if a few remain ill, the same illness can spread around them.

They are often found in large, dense and unhygienic environments when they are physically exhausted. Even if it's not systematic knowledge, military families all grow up with a lot of attention from their parents and brothers.

"Can you cure it?

"There's no other cure like this to cure, to raise them to land and cure them."

But knowing there is a disease that propagates around you and being able to cure it is a different matter. When an infectious disease is endemic, the more the case is that if you are a soldier, you will abandon the sick and march.

I want to cure anything that can be cured is the same for any disease. But there are limits to the disease of the ship, even though it is the Ratesh family.

"... I mean, you want me to retreat from the enemy?

To Serjan's discouraged voice, the man who was reporting breathed a little less. Because the atmosphere created was like a fierce beast.

Serjan is in a better position than anyone to be allowed to lose this battle. Good until I get the pain. Where they took the first hand, it didn't have to be a decisive defeat. But if we continue to retreat, it will be a clear defeat for everyone's eyes.

As a samurai, if you lose enemy tactics, the disgrace of being sick and retiring is still a more painful humiliation than dying.

"My lord, but as it is, it will be wiped out before we fight"

"... cum"

My men's opinions are reasonable.

The spread of disease is luck. Or maybe the Holy Nation is truly protected by God's blessings and doings, and such opinions are beginning to emerge around Sergian as well. If you're fighting with a sick half-dead, you can't even win a fight you can win.

I can't cure my illness. That is, you have no chance of winning. If you can't win, it is your minimum duty as a commander not to let you die in vain.

As a boss, an unintentional situation. Grip your hands tight enough that your nails eat into your hands.

It was when Serjan was about to instruct her to withdraw with the thought of spitting blood.

"Thank you, Lord Seljan. I heard something was going on, do you need help?

What came was a boy who hung a basket of delicious scents.