The Branded Female Fencer

"So that's the number of people, and shall we just start our regular meetings? MC progression will be served by the Corsens of the financial sector"

"I don't need foreclosure."

Gutzen complains quickly. Hi. I hear this guy can't help complaining to anyone right away, but when Corsens looked at Gutzen, he didn't seem to get along very well either.

Corsens swallowed objections to proceed with the MC.

"- First of all, in advance of the agenda, this time in the name of Arnelia, there is Lord Alphilis, the head of the 'countless feathers of mercenaries who can fly in heaven' regiment. Let me briefly introduce..."

"No, you don't have to introduce me. I'm Alpha Reese. Nice to meet you. The first thing I would like to say no to is that I certainly am in the capacity requested by Arnelia, but I want you all to understand that my best interest does not coincide with that, Arnelia.

I came here for two reasons. One is... "

"Well, I don't hate talking fast. But we don't have to bother talking about it. I have an idea of the requirements."

"For one thing, the search for a growing number of missing persons in Tarram recently. But that's before the building, and Fate wants to receive as much as possible from this city in preparation for the war against Romansland. Is that what this is all about?

Gutzen and Forminey said even further ahead of Alphilis, who tried to take the lead, so Alphilis accidentally shut up. I wanted to take the lead by hitting the lead, but he doesn't.

Liliam puts a further chase on that alphilis.

"Mr. Alphilis. None of them here is foolish as one. We all read the situation in the world in our own way. Your intentions, Arnelia's thoughts, and so on. That is the responsibility of the heads of the respective departments, of the lands entrusted with autonomy. I'm still in office and the sun is shallow, but I still have trouble getting this Tarram ruler to lick us."

"... if you're really the ruler."

"Huh?"

"We don't have to make a big deal out of this, either. Help us now. Otherwise, we lose Arnelia's asylum when we're caught up in a war with Romansland? Even the kid can tell, it's an easy logic."

The line broke in, but the line's reasoning kicked in with ridicule.

"What's wrong?

"It's easy for a kid to understand - so much so that intimidation is childlike."

"Hmm?

"Use your head a little, young man. What do you think would be the most appropriate way if we were to operate the funds, the people, in the form of leaving the current tarram?

"... it'll be the way to win"

"That's the thing. Let's assume that Romansland intends to sell war to other countries across the continent. Their Dragon Knights are not yet in use, so given that the rate of progression is winter and horseback riding cannot be operated, it is unlikely that they will invade even this taram until spring. In other words, we can gather information carefully during the winter months and work out measures.

But it's obvious when it comes to winning or losing. It can't be that Romansland has invaded this far. "

"Why can you say all that?

"It's a supply line. Anyone who has been involved in war, or logistics, in the countries of the north knows that. In the countries south of Romansland, the streets on the north side have not been deliberately developed. That's to make invasion and replenishment more difficult when it comes to war with Romansland. That country was originally ambitious. There would be no reason to bother making it easier for you to invade.

In other words, land that is originally lean and prone to starvation wages a prolonged war while hunting massive amounts of people and feet to develop the streets. How realistic do you think that is?

"Suppose there's a way to solve them?

To the words of Alphilis, accusations stopped once. After all, the opening was Gutzen.

"That's funny. If there's such a way, I'd like to hear it."

"First of all, the premise is different, you guys. This isn't the war Romansland set up. This is the war the black magicians have been waging. It's hard to imagine a war by conventional means in the first place."

"Black magician?

"It's a bunch of magicians who are getting famous in the alley. Krums is suddenly at war, demon kings everywhere, and the social situation is disturbing because there's such a group."

"You had a strange group of mercenaries at one time. It's called Hecaton Cale."

"(Do you already know that much)"

The line was heartily satisfied, as Forminat explained the information quite accurately. In fact, it was the irresistible lines and Lisa who scattered information about the black magician. Arnelia's information network was also used. Start by spreading information from rumours and getting them ready when their activities surface. It was an operation conceived by the Alphilis and others to react more quickly. Though Tarram is a city where information gathers, if even the forminers who have nothing to do with the battle know, they're pretty much out there. You can think about it. The line that it thought was working was heartily satisfying.

And the words of Alphilis seemed sufficient to arouse the interest of the chiefs of Tarram.

"I see. You mean the war could be prolonged"

"Exactly. When that happens, cities like this will be the first to be eligible for takeovers, won't they? The right to autonomy of the Union of Commercial Cities may blow and fly on the grounds of war. When that happens, do you have the means to ensure that this city is protected?

"... although I can think of some ways. But isn't that worth listening to?

Their views seemed to be unanimous when the oldest man expressed an interest in what Alphilis said and did. Apparently, older men have earned a certain amount of trust in this meeting as well.

Alphilis finally had the opportunity to develop his own narrative.

Continued