The girl with the fire wheel.

It was only about a hundred years ago that the first complete reunification of the Liberian continent took place. Horseid, a mountainous nation located in the northern part of the continent, embarked on continental domination under the decree of King Bergis Valdecca. Holseed, who continued to accumulate even strength in this lean land, which is not necessarily rich, began his southward journey with the momentum of fury as if to exhale its depression. Holseed's soldiers showed just how strong they seemed to be out there, crushing anything that stumbled on them by the time they were completely skinless.

Countries that were fully committed to territorial strife were inexorably annexed before the harsh invasion of the Holseed army, and the Liberian continent was easily reunited in just a decade.

Having achieved unity, Belgium built the imperial capital Feldos in the most fertile eastern part of the continent and divided the rest of the zone into twelve states to govern. And when we named a united nation the Holsheed Empire, we took our place as the first emperor.

Belgium ordered good ministers and blood relatives to be placed as obeisance in each Länder and given some discretion to exercise flexible rule. Some said it was dangerous to disperse power, but Belgium broke off that speed was important. This played its part, and the remnants and insurgents that were smoking everywhere were quickly suppressed.

The eunuchs chosen by Belgium showed excellent internal affairs skill in meeting expectations and let them build the foundations of the empire brilliantly. As long as the trust between the Emperor and Taishou was maintained, it was precisely a void form of governance capable of dealing with all things quickly.

A rigidly interwoven policy of 'forgiveness for those who descend and severe punishment for those who disobey' was adopted, so that the powerful men of each state also put down their swords to embrace the reign of the empire. This is because a formerly hostile figure's inauguration in the state of Liberdam proved that he could hold a high position regardless of his origins, if only he had the ability. They may also have been exhausted by endless invisible strife.

Belgium, called the 'Sun Emperor' by the numerous feats it had accomplished, left the world with immense support from its ministers and people. He would have been exactly the person he deserved to call a hero.

After a great leader, it is common for successor strife to break out. The Holseed Empire was no exception, but the disturbances that occurred were not enough to rock the stalls.

The second generation, which inherited the empire, and the third generation, Befnam, which is now the emperor, also carried out politics aimed at maintaining stability, so the continent had a time of calm.

But no matter how peaceful the world is, "distortion” occurs somewhere. The last example of this is the province of Coimbra, southwest of the Liberian continent. It uses the balance as a flag.

The province of Coimbra has long been famous as a trading city, with its territory facing the sea, and in the northern mountainous areas it was able to mine large quantities of gold. The prosperity offered by massive gold mines was known to the world, and until a decade ago it was considered one of the most privileged regions on the continent.

Trade with the Southern Islands brought mainly spices, seafood and gems. Interaction with different cultures brings new winds to the continent. The opera that became popular from the coin bra and so on can be considered a symbol of it.

The most profitable was trade with the far western continent of Mundonovo. Coimbra had taken advantage of the local interest of the westernmost part of the continent to take on that trade in one hand and succeeded in monopolizing the benefits. The goods brought from the land were called 'miracles', and they were bought at very high prices by the nobles. For example, weapons with incredible effects, incessant lights, secret medicines to cure all diseases, and so on.

In addition, paintings, ornaments and silk textiles were exported from Coimbra, including various types of ore such as quality gold and silver. Trade was just as ideal, as was the danger of sailing, but being able to reap enormous benefits from each other.

But the situation changed when Glor Valdecca, the first prince of the Empire, was the most prominent candidate for the next emperor.

A religious revolution broke out on the Mundonovo continent. New leaders in his land issued a continental blockade decree, stomping the ban on trade with pagans. Those who tried to trade closely were grabbed as heretics and executed relentlessly.

The bad luck continues even further. The treasure of Coimbra, the massive gold mine in the north, has dried up. There is nothing wrong with Grohl in Taishou, but people say, 'All disasters are Grohl's fault. That man has no protection of the Sun God' he begins to whisper.

The effects of gold depletion soon appeared. It was deprived of its position as a trading hub with the South Islands by its eastern neighbor, the State of Liberdam. The silk merchants who had been visiting Coimbra State via Bahar from Teito also flowed to Liberdam, where they reached the shortest distance, and when the flow of people interrupted, the vibrancy instantly disappeared.

Miners in northern Coimbra lost their jobs and got lost on the streets, and merchants operating in the south scattered across other states. Only idle air was left in the coin bra, where a lump of desire called gold disappeared.

Of course, Grohl the Tai Shou wasn't holding his hand either. Measures such as giving farmland or hiring as soldiers were taken to make huge investments to discover new gold mines and to give jobs to those who lost their jobs.

Although these had a certain effect, they were far from regaining momentum throughout the full season. Rather, the increase in military costs to maintain the soldiers resulted only in higher tax rates and increased dissatisfaction among the population.

In an effort to resume trade with the Mundonovo continent, negotiations also took place tenaciously, but it all ended in hard labour. Whatever Grohl told them, they didn't have ears to listen to.

And it's a rebellion in northern Coimbra for nothing.

Various bad reviews reached the ears of Emperor Befnam, and the impending ritual of inauguration of the Crown Prince was stopped. Not only does this mean falling out of the next emperor's most prominent candidate, but it's like being immediately pushed by the emperor to brand him as incompetent as a ruler.

The warmth of his real father, Befnam, had managed to only allow him to hold Taishou's position, but this massive rebellion there. No, Grohl was in such a predicament that even his status as a fathom was at stake.

- "Eliminate all those who are incompetent, even though they are blood relatives," is one of the words left by the first emperor, Bergis.

"Taishou, we've been contacted that the rebels in the north are further south. I know the city of Rockbell is in danger if it stays that way. I was wondering if we needed to take any action immediately."

…………

Sitting on the throne, Coimbra Taishou's Glor Valdecca silently grips the glass cup. Blue muscles float around the temple.

"- Taishou?

"You ungrateful piece of shit! You know how much money I've spent saving the North!? What are the defensemen doing in the north?

Of course state soldiers are deployed in the rebellious northern Coimbra. There's also a stuffing along the street, there's no way they haven't noticed.

That's making the rebels go bare instead of stopping them, which means they're not at all willing to respond.

Instead, you can be happy that you are just not a member of the rebels or you are a survivor.

"You seem to be lying low because the other person is inside you. The status quo, it may be difficult to count them as a force of war"

To the words of the old man Wilm, a groll that makes his face red and exasperating.

"What do you think you're paying them for! I don't know if it's to deal with this!

"But, Master Grohl, all the defensemen in the north are ex-miners."

You said it was better if you just didn't join the rebellion, civilian. Exactly, but when it comes to such things, it just backstrokes Grohl's emotions.

"So what is it! Whether you're a flourishing Coimbra state trooper now or not!

Grohl tosses the paperwork and kicks the words of a civilian. There seems to be total blood up there, and it's hard to forgive when this happens.

Wilm was heartbroken, but misled by rubbing the white beard stored in his jaw to avoid giving it to his expression.

(Again, this man is not an emperor's vessel. Years later, the pernicious habit of exposing emotions immediately cannot be fixed. I doubt you are really drawing His Majesty's blood)

"... Taisho, now we have to figure out how to deal with the rebels. Will it conveniently be brought into dialogue, or will it be annihilated without question? If you misrespond, you will surely remain a source of evil."

"It can't be like having a conversation with a fool with a sword!! Soon we'll be forming soldiers and heading for the crusade!

"Oh, please wait. They too, the people of Coimbra, what ill reputation would spread if they killed it without darkness -"

Civilian speaks up, but Grohl dismisses it with one drink.

"Damn it! Wilm, how soon will you be done organizing a crusade!?

"From now on, it will take about two weeks. If we hurry it up, it'll be a week."

"Then order them to do everything in their power to prepare! Look, I won't allow Rockbell to fall! That city is the home of my wife Sarah, if it's dropped, it'll hurt your honor!

"Ha ha!

Civilians rush out in a hurry. There are roughly 30,000 Coimbra state soldiers, but not all of them are in this state capital, Madres.

We need to summon them from the southern zone more than we can count on the northern state soldiers. But we need a week to organize a crusade, no matter how hasty.

"Shit, I can see you amylls laughing like shit! Am I not the most laughable thing in the empire, such as being rebelled like this!

Grohl kicks the chair and gets up with an angry look on his face.

Wilm sees that look with a cold gaze. I have not held anything like affection or loyalty at all, although I have been a preacher since I was a young child.

Befnam, the current emperor, is the only one to whom he has loyalty, and the highest priority is only the maintenance of the reign of the Holsheed Empire.

From Wilm's point of view, Grohl's obsession with the throne of emperor is nothing but an obstacle. Because the next emperor's throne is almost certain that Lord Bahar Amir is shooting. Rumors are circulating that the Crown Prince will soon assume office and inherit the Holsheed surname. And there are even rumours that Befnam will become a hindsight and reign over the Emperor not far away. Wilm sees it as a fairly reliable story.

(But I'm afraid for Amir's lack of forgiveness. I didn't expect you to be so thorough with your real brother. He's going to execute the words of the first emperor himself)

"Eliminate the incompetent, even though they are blood relatives". The plan that Amir has drawn up is well under way. Wilm, who has been through with Amir for a long time, knows everything behind this rebellion. It was Amir's ploy to put money and power into it from behind and grow the smoking spark to the flames. What to hide, Rebel leader Listig is one of the Knights of Bahar.

It was the rebels who added mercenaries and the people of northern Coimbra to the summit, which consisted of the Baha 'is.

As far as Wilm is concerned, there is no force in Grohl that can suppress this insurgency. I have no combat experience and lack leadership. Suspiciously, immediately expose your emotions. Only pride is in vain, but teachers lack the necessary abilities.

This crackdown operation will be difficult to navigate, buy the anger of the people and the rebellion will be prolonged and muddy. It is a mystery that the Baha 'i army intervenes on the verge of the rebel forces sweeping all of Coimbra and brilliantly suppresses the insurgency. Naturally, Grohl would be held accountable and would definitely lose his status as a tautoman.

Measures have also been taken to make it easier to carry out the plan. That's why I strongly encouraged Sarah, Grohl's wife, to take her home.

The city of Rockbell, ruled by Sarah's father, Count Barrel, exists on the northern and southern border. It is a stronghold that will surely clash as the rebels head south.

Knowing that, Wilm suggested that Sarah be taken home on the verge of an outbreak of rebellion. No shards exist, either, such as guilt for trapping you.

"Wilm, do you know if Sarah and the others have been evacuated safely! You're the one who advised me not to let you go home! I'm not gonna tell you I forgot!

Swallow the word that it would be you who accepted the opinion, and Wilm kneels with a serious look on his face.

"I never thought this would happen. This wilm, the extreme of hatred.... Unfortunately, we haven't heard from Sarah yet. Existence of constant transmission until safe and sound. If you have to, this Wilm, I'm prepared to save you even in lieu of your life."

"Save him at all costs! Order Gaddis to advance you to Rockbell! Strictly insist we buy time until the main unit arrives!

In the position of general of Coimbra are both Wilm and Gaddis. All older than 50, they are ancient soldiers from before Grohl took office as Taishou.

"Yes, sir."

"... and you abominable rebels! I don't think you're my people at the earliest, they'll eradicate you as soon as the soldiers are ready!

Grohl throws up loud and throws it away after him during his fatigue. Drop off that hindsight with a cold gaze.

(Your status and ambition will be the only ones to be eradicated. Pray to the sun god for the safety of your beloved wife and son. Most of all, there can't be God's blessing.)

It doesn't matter what happens to Sarah and her son if we strip them of their power from Grohl. You don't have to take it to your life if you can keep the whole family hidden in this neighborhood.

If the rebels can take his wife hostage, blackmail Grohl into the material with it, and if he succumbs, pursue the blame.

I don't have a problem with not responding or killing them. This foolish man surely plots retribution. Probably enough to kill all those who took part in the rebellion. That alone can sufficiently question the ability to be held accountable.

(I didn't know a man who used to be called a prodigy was like this. I really don't understand human beings)

Initially, the most beloved of the brothers was Grohl. As a testament to that, he was young and fitted into the Taisho seat of Coimbra State. It didn't take long until my childhood fame fell to the ground.

It was the fifth prince, Amir, who replaced it. He showed unmatched talent as he grew and crafted numerous policies in the Bahr 'i State where he was deposited, executing them brilliantly to show them.

The falling coin bra and the developing Bahar. Amir was bought the merit and earned Bahar Taisho's position with strength, and even shot the next emperor's most powerful position.

Grohl hates his brother Amir so much, he's so hostile that he seems to be turning his back on his soldiers now. Wilm has spent a lot of time forgiving it.

Grohl's presence of fierce animosity toward Amir would be the same from Emperor Befnam as the tumor above his eyes. This time the plan is a total finish to make Grohl lose his legs.

(The day will soon come when this work will be rewarded. Until then, you have to keep that fool in a good mood)

Ironically, Grohl has placed his greatest trust in Wilm among his ministers. We've known each other since we were young, and we don't think of betraying each other as hair.

Lack of power to spot people's hearts and minds was the most unfortunate thing for Grohl.

The Red Wheel Army continues to march as they please. Lines, discipline, etc. do not exist, and we are far from calling them armies. Except for flying a stunning flag, I didn't see much difference from a bunch of burglars.

Mixed with its flock, Noel and his people continued to walk solidified in the same village.

"I'm glad it's a beautiful day. If you're in such a good mood, something good is going to happen here."

"... I think it's a bad flow in its current progression. Look around, you're the only one with a weather face."

A milt with a strong face points to it in the jaw. The men, wrapped in red cloth around their arms, are moving their feet with a tense look. The hands hold crude spears and copper swords, copper breasts to such an extent that they are better than they are not in the body.

The likelihood is exactly such as consumables, which would be exhausted before the regular army. But the numbers alone are quite high. As far as Noel's concerned, there seems to be about five thousand of them, including succession.

I'm pretty sure if it's a battle and you're at a disadvantage, you'll get away with it at a glance. I look at the face of Fresser and Kraft while I think of that as something else HR.

"You both look like you're dying. If you look closely, it really looks like a dead man though. Is blood flowing properly into your body?

When Noel teases, Fresser blushes.

"Ugh, you can't do that! Leave me alone!"

"That would also make me look like I'm dying. You see, my weapon is a trick, right? You can't fight like this."

The craft shows off its sad face. Enough as a farming tool, but it doesn't seem right for killing people.

"But it's advantageous to be long. Look, my spear is long, too. Hey, look, look!

Removing the two-forked spear from his back, he swings around and sticks it against the craft. Both ends of the spear are just capturing the throat of the craft. If you stick it out a little like this, you'll lose one neck.

"Noel, please stop joking. Hey, hey, you're hitting first!

"You know, it's convenient for a long time. If you shake that wax on the other person's head, it's gonna be amazing. I can plow you all the way to your head."

"Ugh, I'm feeling kind of sick"

I meant to encourage the craft, but it didn't seem to work very well. Kraft's face turned even bluer pitifully.

When I got my red hair up wondering how to encourage it even more, I heard a stupid big voice coming from the rear.

"Hey there kids! What are you going to do with a piece of shit like that! We're not going to play!

"You still have a voice. This is what the Baha 'is are for."

"I'm sure you do now, too! Hey kids, it's about you guys there!

A middle-aged man with a mustache and a skinny man with fox-eyes approaches. The right arm is wrapped in red cloth, wearing iron armor and holding a steel sword.

People who can see at first sight that they have quite a bit of experience. The men of the village of Zoim harden themselves even harder.

"Oh, us, is it?

"I suppose so. You shouldn't be such a squeaky bow trying to do what you're about to do. And I don't have any of those clothes!

Noel and the others check each other's gear. On the breastplate of the skin, bows for hunting or farm tools. A fine weapon is about Noel's spear.

By the way, Noel left his bow in the village. Because the arrows you can hold are limitless, and surprisingly tense. If you're going to kill people, this spear is too much.

"But this is the only place in the village."

"It's true, if you look closely, it's embarrassing. I mean, why do you have a pigeon? You can't fight like that."

"You, you just said something about how convenient it is!

Milt rushes into a sudden change of craft.

"Because I don't look back on the old days"

"It was a while ago!

"That, was it"

When Noel giggles out his tongue, Milt sighs like he's weakened. The middle-aged man started laughing out loud, although he was taken aback.

"You're a funny woman, redhead sister! I've always been sick and tired of this guy's face. Hey Ned, you'd think so too!

"That's why I have a voice. If you don't be quieter, my ears will be crushed."

A man called Ned blocks both ears and shakes his neck to the side.

"That's good, life is full of life! All right, I feel good, so let's do some good stuff for you guys! Like thanking this geb!

The bearded man - Geb signals the man in the rear and makes him bring something. A loud cloth bag made a noise of stirring and was thrown down in front of the Noels.

"You can take whatever weapons and protective equipment you want from there. Anyway, the key owner is gone."

"Oh, that."

Geb turning a grin like a nigga and a beast on a fearful questioning craft.

"Oh, when you crush a village that didn't obey us, you were killed by an idiot. I can't believe Grandpa Pumpkin did this to me."

"That grandfather, maybe he was a retired soldier. I don't care because I killed him."

Ned doesn't seem to be interested at all. When the water bottle was removed from her waist, she mouthed unconstructively and drank it away.

The milt takes the sword out of the bag with a hard expression. It's an iron sword, no blade spill.

"Really, can I have it?

"It doesn't matter. Take it properly because it's heavy."

"Thank you. Look, you guys should be thankful. I don't know what lies ahead."

"Ooh!

When Milt urges, the villagers begin to flock. Copper breasts, iron swords, whatever you want. The craft had also thrown down the bamboo and obtained an iron spear.

Noel didn't have anything in particular he wanted, so he stopped participating in tool fishing. Nothing that feels like it could be a treasure to see.

"No, no, no. In what village were you guys scratched?

"... Zo, it's the village of Zoim"

"Uh, that lonely village I went to a while ago. The next guy was busted. No food, no women, nothing left. Exactly what a mussel is."

When Geb grinned as he intimidated him, Milt unwittingly missed his gaze. No other village speaks. Given the words from earlier, the villages that defied it still seem to be ravaged. And it seems that the villages that didn't defy them are also badly eyed in the aftermath.

Noel wasn't particularly surprised because he was what he expected.

"Uh, well, I didn't run away."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not blaming you for anything. I'm just a little impressed. It's just a villager's ass. There's a guy with a head inside. - So, who told you to evacuate me? Is that the old village chief?

Geb asks around, but none of the men in the village try to keep their eyes open. Except for one.

"That's me. I taught Milt."

"What, you were my sister. Hey, did you hear that, Ned? I knew I could see my eyes."

"That's why I know. He's got a voice."

"By the way, sister, why did you want to evacuate the villagers? What kind of a question is that?

To Geb's question, Noel answers honestly with his grin pasted.

"You don't have to think about it a little bit to find out. 'Cause I call it the Red Wheel Army, but its nature is locusts, right? One thing to do when a bunch of hungry locusts come to the bait yard. Eat as much as you can. We're just going to the next one."

"Oh, hey, Noel!

The rushed milts try to stop him, but Noel's mouth never stops.

"You can't just leave your bait in front of a locust and run away, can you? That's why I told you to let them get away before they ate you."

Geb brutally stroking Noel's head, who says and laughs like that, in an upbeat mood. But the grin is gone from Ned standing behind him.

"Your sister's words aren't wrong about anything, but keep it as long as you don't know what's scary, okay? Tell him the common sense of the world later."

"Shh, sorry, I'll put it right later"

"Besides, I'm not forcing you to take it. I was going to get your consent and split it up. I mean, it's good intentions. We're already comrades, so it's natural to help each other. Right?"

"Yes, sir"

"We just have to split up. All right, then it's time to..."

Noel stops Geb from trying to stand up like a billionaire.

"Hey, can I ask you something next?

"What is it? Well, if it's just one thing, you can ask. Uh, my wife ran away, so if you're in love, don't hesitate."

"Heh. Geb, look in your face and say your bedtime."

"Hey, I don't want you to tell me. You rotten fox-eye!

Geb and Ned are poking small. Noel approaches to block it.

"Um, you know how I can be happy? If you knew, you'd let me know."

Geb and Ned unwittingly stunned by Noel's abrupt question. But when I find out that the question is serious, I put my arms together and start worrying for a while.

The soldiers of the Red Wheel Army stare at this one for a moment, but continue to march to their destination as they flow.

"... a medium difficult question, but here's my answer. It's about keeping winning anyway. You can be great if you win, you can drink delicious liquor, and it's a good thing. Money's disappointing."

Noel takes his notebook out of his nostalgia and writes it down.

"I see."

"Come on, you keep one on the record. This is insane. Then write down my answer."

"Yeah, fine."

"My answer is always to be on the winning side. Use your head to stand around being good so you can only have the delicious part. This is surprisingly difficult, but in return, it's huge."

"Hmm, that sounds kind of hard"

"What are you teaching the kid? Ha. You can't be strong for such a weak thing. Victory is in your own hands."

"You're the truth in the world. Even if your voice is big, your stomach isn't fuzzy. Doing the right thing doesn't always work. Then I'll have to stand around cleverly. That's the secret to a better life."

When he finishes writing the two opinions thoroughly, Noel bows his head and expresses his gratitude.

"Thanks for letting me know. I'm going to give you a reference."

"Well good luck with that. If it makes you happy, you can share it with me a little bit."

"So am I. My name is Ned. Remember that."

"Yeah, okay!

"Good reply. I'll see you when I'm alive."

When Noel showed his white teeth in his reply, Geb and Ned walked away laughing.

As she stretches wide, Noel smiles in a good mood. I'm in the best mood on sunny days and the best mood on rainy days. A woman named Noel shows it on her face.

"I knew there were good things to do on a sunny day. I've been taught two ways to be happy."

"I'm more surprised you didn't get killed. Damn, we're losing life here."

Fresser is wiping cold sweat.

"I've been thinking, why do you keep me so happy?

Ask what Milt was wondering. I think wanting to be happy is a dream common to 10,000 people, but Noel's is beyond degrees.

"Because that was everyone's dream. We've always wanted to be happy. So I want to be happy."

"When you're happy, is there something good going on?

After I put it in my mouth, I doubt it. That's a good thing when you're happy. The problem is, I can't imagine what happiness is. What comes to mind with Milt's head are the days when he has no trouble eating and can live in peace without anything? Unfortunately, that's all I can think of. But I know that it won't be the same happiness that Noel pursues.

"You won't know that until you try to be happy. I've never been happy."

"... right"

That's what Milt said and turned away. I've never thought of my days as happy, etc, but I'm not that dissatisfied with that life either. That may have meant that, in a way, I had already had happy days.

"Well, maybe if they say so. I can't believe I've ever felt happy in a village like that."

The craft interrupts in a giant way blocking Fresser's words.

"That's a lie. You said you'd be happy if you were hungry."

"You shut the fuck up! This figure is the only big, fat son of a bitch!

Fresser's fist strikes directly at the head of the craft. The people of the village of Zoim have also regained some brightness.

"I don't know what else to do."

Noel shrugged softly as Milt tried to join it.

"But I know what happens when you're not happy."

"... what the hell happens?

"Hey, what do you think's gonna happen?

"That's why you're asking. Just tell me."

"Hehe, if the milt doesn't make you happy, I think we'll find out then. I hope you're happy."

Smiling like a prank, Noel got up and walked away alone.

Noel was laughing brightly, but it seemed to Milt that there was something vain in his eyes.

By analogy, it's a doll with no emotions. No hope, no despair, empty everywhere like crops.

Geb and Ned, who had left Noels' former place, were returning to the Red Wheel army leader Listig.

"Where have you been walking so flashy! You guys are second only to me in this Red Wheel Army! Be aware of yourself as a commander!

"I know, Captain Listig. Get out of the way. I'm not asking if Ned's idiot wants to go for a walk."

"I'm sorry, Captain. It's all because of Geb's idiot."

Geb and Ned bow their heads without looking bad. Listig distorts his nervous looking face and blames him with a low voice.

"... call me Master Ristihi. This isn't Bahar. Now, it's gonna get in the way of the plan for the Coimbra guys to notice."

"Heck, I get it."

"This guy's always got a big voice, so tell him more. Don't listen to me if I say so."

Listening to Ned, Listig wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"At all, aren't you being sensed and relaxed by the people around you? I didn't come all the way out here to bring in the groceries!

"I'm as usual. I'll let it be a battle and work just fine. I don't know about them."

"Those idiots don't seem to understand that this is a rebellion. What am I supposed to say, can you fight like that?

Listig is a little frightened. Risking your life to change the status quo is called rebellion. If the opponent gives it a crackdown, it will naturally be a battle. Though I semi-forced it out, it doesn't look as if I'm ready for it.

This makes it difficult to achieve Listig's ambitions.

"What, if you look at a little blood, they'll change, too. Once you know the fun of taking it away, you can't go back. I'll take care of Rockbell City."

"... should I still crush that city?

"That's for sure. If you're going to do it, you'd better do it thoroughly, you'll have a lot of excuses. We also need to make the recruits remember the taste of blood and greed. Besides, it's more fun."

Geb laughs inferiorly. I just mistake it for a bandit, but I can only be surprised because this means that I am inherently one of the Knights of Bahar.

Ned next door is nodding at it too. Ned was originally from Coimbra, but he's a man who came to Bahar in disobedience. They say it will ravage their homeland, but they have no resistance at all.

Listig, who is in the seat of the chief, must consider both the case of ravages and the case of surrenders. The aim is not a war of repression.

"Why don't we just give the lord a surrender recommendation? If you detain Taisho Grohl's wife, you won't have to waste your efforts."

"I don't think it's that easy to give my daughter away. Besides, if you imitate it, the main army of Coimbra will come out of the south. That makes it harder to drop the rock bell. You shouldn't be here long."

Not until you've grown a smoky spark into flames, but you're far from gaining momentum to drop the Coimbra state capital. The opponent has 30,000 fully equipped state soldiers. This is a collection of roughly 5,000 soldiers. There's no way you can fight from the front and be your opponent. - If it should be.

But Coimbra Taisho's reputation is incompetence. Besides, Coimbra soldiers are the weakest soldiers on the continent. As for Listig, he is aiming to defeat the Crusaders and fall the Awabari state capital. We are seriously going to execute what we call the "state capital fall”.

The plan is to prolong the insurgency as much as possible and create a pretext for Baha 'i military intervention, but that would not be a great feat. It was necessary to kick down Farid and set up a handle to roar around him to reach Amir's right arm. That confidence is in Listig.

"All right, then let's keep invading Rockbell and squash it all at once. It's pathetic for the residents."

"Then I'll take care of the rest. I'll crush one of those cities gently and show it to you. Hey, I'm looking forward to it."

The scouts have contacted me that Rockbell's guards are not a large number. A blow should definitely drop it. Enemy reinforcements won't make it.

"Master Listig, I'd like you to lend me about a hundred people if you can."

"Whoa, what the hell, Ned? You don't want to play in that city."

"I'm more excited about the reward later than I am at the moment. Maybe he's got the most handles rolling."

Hmm, and Ned sniffing. Geb said yes, and began to put his mouth on the water bottle with no interest.

"So, Ned, what the hell is going on? I don't have enough problems to give you about a hundred soldiers. I don't suppose you can guess because it's just a bunch of junkies."

"I'm from Coimbra, so I'm familiar with this geography. In the woods west of Rockbell, there's a shabby fortress that was used during the Unification War. I thought maybe the great guys were hiding out there."

Ristihi nods as he rubs his jaw.

"... I see, that's well thought out. But are there enough soldiers?

"It's like ruins over there, isn't it? Even if you hide, there will be a dozen people around the side. If you take a lot of people and stand out, it doesn't make sense. I was wondering if it would be just right for about a hundred people."

Ned, who opens his fox eyes and distorts his mouth. This man seems convinced he's hiding himself there.

"All right, then you lead a team to control the fort. Put on a few Bahar soldiers. If Grohl's wife is in hiding, we'll capture her alive as much as we can. Call me as soon as you need backup."

"Ha, I'll take care of it"

"Geb, you cut ahead and surround Rockbell. If the defense sounds sweet, don't wait for a follow-up, all at once avalanche in!

"Hehe, roger that!

When Listig sends his gaze to both of them, he stands up and raises his voice.

"Our Red Wheel Army marches on to Rockbell like this! It's an inevitable place to drop the final goal, the state capital! To remind Taishou Grohl of our resolve, to appeal to the world for our righteousness, let's all get even more excited!!

When the soldiers brought from Bahr raised their momentum in response, the others shook up their arms so that they could follow.