The war is over.
It's our victory.
Return to the command room of Woodmell Castle with exasperation and throw away the words of blessing.
… is the time for residual processing (every day).
Troops in pursuit turn back. Delayed units will be contacted and retrieval teams will be on their way.
A cavalry travels to and from the battlefield to serve as a guard and a residual enemy elimination.
The job of that hand is to throw a round at the scene.
Command has a lot of work to do, though.
The first thing to exchange is a simple merit award.
What to reward is a later story, but it is necessary to certify whether there is a handle and its contents.
When I'm late, I see blood. We've all put our lives at risk for that.
Write down the report of the surveillance ghost.
Arrange a desk with Ariel in pink and Akaius in old Molly, desperate.
There's a ghost who doesn't need to sleep, its gratitude.
In the morning, I was also fortunate to have kept my dormancy.
Think about it. All of this, Philia's money...... no, consider it.
That's all I'm corrupt about for a merit award.
Anyway.
I managed to finish a simplified version, and at least a hypnotic sleep.
Early the next morning, a simplified version (pile of documents) was brought out to the command room.
For each legion, distribution. Even so, in a large room in the Great Castle, we only allow you to browse.
Because I have to leave the original.
The clerk visits from each legion and hurries to write it down.
Take it home and announce it, and say, "If you make a mistake or disagree, make an offer."
Copiers are great.
I felt the tension, stretching my right wrist, and I thought I would make it.
Activity begins in the morning.
This is battlefield cleaning… hygiene control.
If it is most of the battlefield, when it is over, the common people will come out and administer hygiene in the area where they live.
North Woodmell, which was devastated, is an uninhabited area. Not inhabited by ordinary people.
I have no choice but to mobilize soldiers who had no handle.
In conjunction with the carcass disposal, allow for the stripping of arms.
At the very least, it's pocket money.
Edward, the inspector general's temporary school captain, was in charge of surveillance of prisoners.
Anyone in a position/able to get a ransom shall be sent to the south bank.
Allow the bandage and allow it to reside in certain areas.
Even soldiers who cannot get ransom are not as cruel as killing those who surrender.
As a result, we can really, really have a group of prisoners.
As for them, disarm them and gather them at the old and defensive bases on the North Bank.
From there, to the body disposal, mobilize.
Let him dig a hole and throw in his buddy's body.
I won't kill you, but this is also a harsh story.
After all, war is not a beautiful thing.
Still.
"It's better than making it wild, right? Because I'm one of them.
Edward's words seemed to have a touch of kindness.
Dawn the second day after the war.
Dispute Handling on Handling.
Philia and the two of us, the paperwork and glitter that came up from each legion.
"Think about it, you're responsible. This is exactly what the Duke and Sophia do, isn't it?
"Is it now!? Yes. The pattern of reward and punishment is what the Lord and the Führer must hold onto.
"As a good case for anyone to make the same decision no matter how they see it... I wonder if I should leave the difficult case to Sofia.
"It's impossible, isn't it, then?
"But which is better to be taken as arbitrary?
"It's okay. Because what we do here is not until we certify the facts. It is my sister who evaluates it and decides what to reward.
Besides...
"Again, the idea of a surveillance ghost, it was a hit. There are very few difficult conflicts because they are clearly visible. It's rare in wars, isn't it? … there is no danger of my arbitrariness and blame for this.
After all, I was afraid.
Make it look like Sophia and Philia are in one piece.
Afraid, I had been the first to take measures before the war.
"Sounds like Mr. Hiro understood the difficulty of having a home, doesn't he?
Let me study.
Dawn the third day after the war.
Meadier Borderline Uncle finally showed his face to Command.
Though I wasn't very worried because I didn't hear the news of death.
Still, if I don't show my face after fighting through a fierce battle all day and night. I was a little nervous.
The death fight was a lie, a cool face. You've put in some rest, haven't you?
He was a little naughty, but he's not going to show it like that. I shouldn't even touch this one.
Keep your expression on and say why (so to speak) coolly.
"Because you took an oath before the war. Once it continued south, it returned to its own territory and crossed the downstream of the Gwyn River to the west.
A pre-war vow is.
"Me, live and not south of the Gwynn stream.
and declarations.
No, the words, "I will never retreat." In this war, that day's showdown ". It would mean."
...... and I seem to be the only one thinking.
Command folks, I don't give you one strange look.
That's what an oath is, apparently.
Even then, when the Meadier border uncle visited Woodmell, he crossed the Gwyn River to the west.
When he went to North Woodmell, he continued to return to his own territory.
Borderline uncle's crossing point then became the gateway to both countries and flourished greatly.
But at the time, it was just one of the riverside settlements.
Few, apparently, focused on a small settlement that was a short distance from the crossing point.
I hear that even when Uncle Borderline said he would give the settlement to the newly held Brotherhood, there were no men to oppose it.
"I'm going to reward that settlement on the state border. To those who kept our face critical when Woodmell's relationship with Meadier was the worst. To those who fought, who preserved the morale of all armies.... to its successor.
The settlement is known to the favourites for having a bar serving good liquor, unusual liquor.
The small but permanent concert hall makes it an eye-catching presence.
It's going to be a pretty prosperous city.
That's the story of the next generation, where peace ensued in the Far East.