Wortenia Senki (WN)

Different Worlds Summon Day 178 [Showdown] Part 6:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Finally we have reached this battlefield!... the final showdown is about to take place. This is a battle to determine the future of the Kingdom of Roselia! Enemy soldiers total 2,500. I am convinced that victory will not waver if each and every one of you does your best. I believe in your loyalty and power!... victory over us! Glory to the Kingdom of Roselia!

"" "" Wow! Victory for us! Victory! Victory! Glory to the Kingdom of Roselia!

Standing on the stage, the cheers of the knights roar the plains in response to Princess Lupis, who inspires the knights.

The knights thrust their arms heavenly and raised their momentum by sticking the stone projection of the spear (the tip part of the stick opposite the tip of the tip) with a dong on the ground.

That is the result of a volcanic eruption of resentment among the knights, who have been suppressed by General Hodrum for years.

They finally got a chance to clear up their grudges.

It is also due to overwhelmingly advantageous circumstances.

Gerhardt's actions, which cemented his willingness to be respectful to Princess Lupis, were swift.

When he swallowed all the conditions offered by Liang Zhen, he immediately put behind him a man who was the lord of the nobility below Earl Ardelheid.

That was done incredibly quickly as a result of the mixing with the Duke Gerhardt's intention that Ryo Truly's instructed measures would want to make his own impression of Princess Lupis any better.

And the effect of the measures was dramatic.

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"Oh, Lord Gerhardt... sorry for the other day..."

Count Ardelheid, unable to hide his confusion at Lord Gerhardt's sudden visit, welcomed him with a degree of courtesy that would nevertheless not be disrespectful.

He was camping with a tent on the outskirts of Iraklion.

"No, no, no, I suddenly pushed him. This is the one I'm sorry for"

This neighborhood is a natural greeting as a social decree.

As Gerhardt personally, Count Ardelheid, who has supported the aristocracy for many years, has taken root in the fact that he betrayed himself and gave it to General Hodrum.

It would be a natural emotion as a human being.

But from the look on his face now, I cannot see his anger.

He was an arrogant man, but a man who could be humbled if he had to.

I can say I'm a good actor.

Of course it doesn't work for the Earl of Ardelheid, who has been the number two aristocrat under the Duke of Gerhardt for years, but it still has the effect of facilitating the discussion.

It's easier for anyone to listen to you calmly than to be talked about under high pressure.

"Do? What can I do for you?... I'm busy because I have to be ready to go out as General Hodrum told me... it's finally a showdown..."

Count Ardelheid's words were courteous, but contained.

In other words, he smells like he doesn't have time to talk to the fallen Duke of Gerhardt.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that...... but do you know Count Ardelheid? Now the princess is about to strike a bold hand."

What a profound word.

Even though Count Ardelheid knew it was the Duke's hand, he couldn't help but ask back.

"Bold hands? What the hell did Princess Lupis do?"

If Princess Lupis is planning any ploy, the Count cannot ignore it.

Even if that's Gerhardt's word.

"Your Highness has divided the knight into a small number, and it seems that he has set out to burn down the territory of the nobles who give it to General Hodrum."

"Ma!... no way!... That can't be happening!... That's what His Highness did!

There is no point in the Count roughing up his voice.

It's a battle between the countrymen, even though they're fighting now.

In other words, when Princess Lupis says that she will set fire to noble territory, she says that it will strike the economy of the Kingdom of Roselia, and that it will be a measure of abandonment that will be harmful to herself.

Baking itself is not uncommon.

Burn the village and take away the food.

It is not exceptionally novel as a tactic.

That can be described as a very effective tactic if you return the back.

But the Count had never heard of doing it to his own people.

"I don't believe it... such as that Your Highness taking such measures... isn't there some mistake?

It is not impossible for Count Ardelheid to question him that way.

Gerhardt was convinced that the Count had been taken into his own speech.

"Sure! Your Highness is kind..."

"Isn't that right? It's a mistake! You can't do that! Princess Lupis will hurt the people of Roselia, and so on!

Count Ardelheid, who took part in the rebellion, speaks so poorly that he does not understand that he is hostile to Princess Lupis.

Well, I can't help but know Princess Lupis firsthand and the Count can't believe it.

Gerhardt continued his conversation with a strange face as he hid the grin that was creeping up.

"But... the man under His Highness doesn't care about that..."

The earl's expression solidified in Gerhardt's words.

"That man... is that about that demon..."

"Dear Left... It's that man they say [The Devil of Iraklion]..."

"Ryoujin Ozai..."

The Duke of Gerhardt nodded silently at the words of Earl Ardelheid.

After drowning as many as 5,000 soldiers in a water attack, Liang Zhen, who responded by saying that all surviving humans would kill, was called [the demon of Iraklion] with fear by those living in and around Iraklion.

It was a false image of the result of rumors scattered by Liang Zhen being exaggerated, but the uneducated peasants believed the rumors.

It has also reached the ear of the Count.

Because somehow it was enough to hear the rumors and plead with the peasants who had led them from the territory that they wanted to return.

"But... that's a rumor, isn't it? Are you sure you're the devil?

"Speaking of whether it's a demon or not, that's just a rumor. But I'm pretty sure that guy is as brutal and relentless as the devil, right?

Regardless, Ryo Shiba is not a demon.

There is no mercy for the enemy, nor is there any sexual habit that makes him enjoy killing.

But now the image called the devil was important.

"... if it's true [The Devil of Iraklion]... but is that true?

The Count didn't seem to believe it yet.

Gerhardt in particular knew that.

Because he is only here to rock the Count.

"Look, I just talked about hearing rumors like that. Believe it or not, the Count should think about it... well. I can't interrupt your busy Count forever. Please excuse me around here."

"Huh? Are you home yet? You don't have to hurry like that!

The Earl drew the Duke of Gerhardt as if he had forgotten his first words.

The earl's heart seeps out wondering if he will ever be returned with people anxious.

The Count wants to hear more clearly.

"No, no, it's not a good idea to interrupt too much... yes, if you care about what I'm talking about right now, tell the merchants in town to ask. I heard from him. I'm sure he'll talk more about it than I do."

There's no reason why you can't pull it off as an Earl if you tell me where it is.

"Okay. Thank you for an interesting story."

"No, no, I'm sorry to interrupt your busy spot. Now if you'll excuse me."

Gerhard leaves behind the Earl's tent when he says so.

The Count summoned his deputies immediately.

To ascertain the veracity of the rumors left by the Duke of Gerhardt.

"So you're telling the truth!?

Count Ardelheid was stunned by the reports brought about by his deputies.

"I don't know if it's true... but it's certain that the merchants who came to Iraq are rumoring about this story..."

The words of the deputy strike the earl's heart.

Originally they nobles are instinctively imprinted to ride winning horses.

Keeping family names in power and territory is paramount.

They stick to their territory.

There is no lord who is unconscious of taking care of the peasants but who is silent about being vandalized of his territory.

It is said that its own home base will be burned.

Naturally, I leave my family behind in the mansion.

Besides, I've almost rallied the men in the realm with this troop outpost.

Only women and children are left behind.

You won't even think about defense fights or anything.

(Tastes bad... very bad... but... what do I do?

The Count was burned by the rising anxiety.

If the rumors are true, we have no choice but to return to protect our territory and our own families.

But if you return to your territory without gaining anything, all that remains is debt.

Even though my men don't work, I can't say they're totally unpaid.

Even the peasants are throwing out their farming and serving in the army.

If you go home like this, your grievances will definitely erupt.

(But... if it's true... my family... my wife has a grandson...)

It's still good if they sell it to slave traders.

I'll have a chance to buy it back soon.

But I'm talking about a man called [The Devil of Iraklion].

It would kill relentlessly if it were a woman or a child.

Count Ardelheid's heart is bound with fear.

The sons of the Earl, who refrain beside him, have no words to hang on to just because they understand the cause of his father's distress.

No, their true intentions were to return to their territory immediately from this occasion.

For my own children and my wife.

"Count! Excuse me, sir."

A soldier appeared at the entrance to the tent.

They have something to report.

Count Ardelheid, disturbed by the idea, turned a cold glance at Giroli and waved to get rid of him.

"What! I told you to stay out of my way."

But the soldier said with a hesitant expression in the earl's words.

"Ha, I knew that... Viscount Romane and all the other aristocrats asked to see His Excellency... I told you that I would like to share your order with you at a later date, but with the requirements of the fire... of... how shall we proceed?

When he saw his face, the Earl said to the soldier with one sigh.

Because I could imagine why the Viscounts came here and why.

"... All right. Let me through."

"Ha!"

Looking behind the soldiers, the Count speaks to his eldest son, who refrains next door.

"What do you think?... Again."

"I was wondering what your father thought..."

"You think so too...... but what do we do?

The Count was pleased that his eldest son had grown up to be quite a wise man.

"I was wondering if it would be best to return to our territory..."

"Your eldest son's words are shooting at you!

Several figures stood at the entrance to the tent.

"Oh. Ladies and gentlemen to the Viscount... well done to you... but what are you going to say now? With Princess Lupis' army imminent, we can't possibly return to our territory."

The Earl stood at the head and asked so to the little middle-aged man who came into the tent.

Little middle-aged people sit dodgy while they are advised not to manipulate or chair.

But no one tried to blame this man for his attitude.

Because it was useless to say it.

"Count Hall. Pre-construction is good. We don't have time to waste now... we've decided to go back to our territory."

"Nah!"

Count Ardelheid changed his complexion to Viscount Romane's words.

The Viscount belongs to the faction of the Count, but it is difficult to deal with because of its innate arrogant character.

Whether its strong personality just came out to the better, it builds its status as a kinship of lower aristocracy.

Minority aristocracy has about tens to hundreds of troops.

However, a small number of battles can be quite significant.

That is why, as Count, I have also acquiesced in the disrespect of Viscount Romane.

But I could not leave Viscount Romane, who declared that I had decided to withdraw on my own.

The Count yells with the utmost majesty.

"Stupid! Do what you have to do! You're going to betray Lord Gerhardt!

Already the Earls of Ardelheid and the aristocrats have switched from the Duke of Gerhardt to General Hodrum.

However, the army of the Duke of Gerhardt is still in front of the building.

Even without real power, the Duke is no stranger to the flag.

But the Viscount gently crooked his lips and laughed coldly.

"What now. It was only the other day that I turned away Lord Gerhardt. Isn't the number of chito days too short to forget, though how old you are?

The lieutenants, who refrained around the Count from speaking of the Viscount, which could also be taken as an affront, put their hands on the sword.

"Stop it!

Count Ardelheid's anger flies at the decapitated lieutenants.

And when I turned to the Viscount, I said with a face that I had given up.

"Sure... there's no way to fix it... let's get down to business... why?

This is a question of why the Viscounts decided to return to their territory.

The Count expects the reason, but he wanted to make sure it was clear from the Viscount's mouth.

And depending on the outcome, you have to figure out how to shake yourself.

"You know what I'm talking about. … example rumor…"

The Viscount's face turns irritating and bright red.

"Is it still true... that rumors are true?

The Viscount shook his head at the Count's inquiry.

"So you're telling me you decided to withdraw without ascertaining the veracity of the rumors?... then everyone."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or false. Count Hall"

A young nobleman who was behind the Viscount raised his voice.

I can't think of his name in Count Ardelheid's memory.

It would be one of the lower nobles belonging to Viscount Romane.

"What do you mean?

"This rumor has already spread to the peasants. As a result, they said they were going home."

The peasant is the most troubled person to be baked.

The house and the property are all taken away and ashed.

Nobles are still left with the possibility to say that they will receive the assistance of relatives, but the peasants in distress of life will do their utmost to protect their lives.

I can't take care of myself until I'm very much in someone else's life.

That's why they want to go home.

To protect a small fortune and the lives of one's own family.

"Down! Aren't we talking about hurting some peasants and other people to show off?

The Earl's words are the political skill customarily exercised by the nobles of this world.

And that's a very effective way to do it.

Normally.

"It seems that… the peasants are not prepared to resign from the rebellion… they have fought this way."

"What!? The peasants!

This was quite surprising to the Count as well.

I don't even think the peasants are cornered to their place.

"Yes. I managed to take the spot and sink it... I looked it up and this is happening in all of the formation... and..."

"And what? You still got something?

The Count didn't want to hear from him any more.

I can't stand him any worse than this.

"The Marquis of Schwarzen and a party of his troops have already begun to withdraw"

"Stupid... such a discretionary thing!

The aristocracy also has factions.

Marquis Schwarzen is the number 3 of the aristocracy.

In terms of trust from the Duke of Gerhardt, below in the sequence within the faction because the Earl of Ardelheid had won, but at the size of the territory and the height of the title, even the aristocracy is second only to the Duke of Gerhardt.

In this formation of the army, the Marquis has the second highest number of soldiers among the aristocrats.

If it leaves the front without authorization, it cannot be ignored.

"Did you report to General Hodrum?!

It is of the utmost concern to me as Count.

But the youth nobleman shook his head with a nasty grin on his face.

"I've just reported it to that guy, and nothing will change, will it?...... The army of the Marquis of Schwarzen has informed us that if we interrupt, we will not quit the war either. If there is no hitter for us anymore... then shouldn't we do the math of our nobility's survival rather than report it poorly to General Hodrum and waste our time?

"Would you sacrifice General Hodrum?... your brothers agree?

They were silent in the Count's words.

I mean, silent affirmation.

It is nauseating and dirty.

But the Count, while disgusted, felt reason for their attitude.

It may be the survival instinct of a nobleman slapped from a young child to keep his family name.

"Phew... well... if you are prepared to go where you are, I have no more words to say... let's follow your opinion"

"Now let's say we make an immediate retreat. Whatever the rumor is true or false, it has to be in the defense of the territory!

At the word of Earl Ardelheid, Viscount Romane turns his heel and leaves the tent.

Seeing its hindsight, Earl Ardelheid shrugged.

"Betray Lord Gerhardt and cut General Hodrum off again soon... it's not beautiful to keep his family name..."

All the deputies holding back beside the Count remained unanimously silent.

They were also biting the harshness of the aristocracy.