Wortenia Senki (WN)

Western Continental Calendar January 3, 2814 PM

"What is it? Earl Schwarzheim"

Julianus I turns his gaze somewhere delightfully toward a man kneeling before the throne, with a cheek wand, urging him to speak.

The man, known as Earl Schwarzheim, dressed in silk with plenty of golden thread, and when he saw the number of pieces of jewellery and elaborate designs, he seems to be quite a leading figure in the court.

Above all, the fact that he was allowed to speak as he was while pushing the guard and advancing before the king tells the story of the magnitude of his power.

He was a man around forty stroking his blonde hair backwards, his belly sliding forward as if it were a cloth bag.

But two arms that remind me of a shoulder width and a round-tailor that doesn't suit a hundred and seventy or so back lengths show that he is not just a man of power.

"Unfortunately, I wish to express my readiness to grieve Your Majesty."

Speaking with his face down, the nobleman turned his sharp gaze toward Ryojin, next door.

Hate, anger, jealousy, contempt.

Too much raw shady emotion resides there to point at the first person you meet.

(Dude, what the heck......)

No one could have kept calm with a sudden gaze of hate from a human being who didn't even know his face.

Ryo Jin desperately pushes and kills the rising agitation.

There is no way to show weakness between this glimpse of enemies and allies getting into trouble.

Of course, being licked deliberately to alarm the opponent is one of the measures, but what Liang Zhen needs now is to plant absolute fear in the Zaluda nobles.

In order to do this, it is necessary to pay close attention to your own expression.

"If you have any thoughts, let me know."

"I don't think you, my lord, will have the power to meet His Majesty's expectations. I know we should have the soldiers brought back to the country immediately."

A glimpse seemed too provocative and impolite to the reinforcements sent by other countries.

"Ho, my uncle has gone all the way to the reinforcements to return the temple of your son Chai to his country like this?

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In the inquiry of Julianus I, Count Schwarzheim nods without looking bad.

"I guess my uncle knows what he's claiming? Is my uncle going to create a crack between the Kingdom of Roselia and our country?

"I do have that concern, but Your Majesty has not seen first-hand the group that this man has led as reinforcements, so you are told that."

The twist that had wrapped its eyes around Count Schwarzheim's words disappeared.

"Better than Lord Elena, I hear you have a good selection.

"If, indeed, to Your Majesty, General Elena Steiner was told to do so, I can only say that it was a great error. My men have confirmed that the number of soldiers is only three hundred. Besides, in civilian women and children, where the vast majority of soldiers don't even go old, it doesn't help things where they put them on the battlefield. If we take them poorly to the battlefield and feed our enemies, we think that our military morale may be reduced and we may send unnecessary upset to the entire army. Also, our army cannot afford supplies in nearly a year of defensive warfare. I know that it would be better to promptly turn back to the Kingdom of Roselia than to use it as a force."

Only Count Schwarzheim's voice echoed during the glance.

The reinforcements of the Kingdom of Roselia totaled two thousand and five hundred led by Elena and three hundred led by Liang Zhen.

It is a well-known fact that too few are against the elite 10,000 reinforcements dispatched by the kingdom of Mist, not to mention the prestigious Elena as the Lord Commander.

It is too disrespectful an attitude towards humans who have come a long way to reinforce their neighbours, but I cannot say that Count Schwarzheim's opinion is in itself incorrect.

Weak allies are much more troublesome than strong enemies.

The battle is about how to crush and break people's hearts.

Indeed, defeating a general who commands an army ends the battle, and victories and defeats can occur until you kill them all to the last soldier.

But the reason why the general is taken over and won or lost is because the soldier's heart is broken before the reality of the general's death.

Much of the victory and defeat of the battle arrives when the heart of the soldier and the heart of the general who leads it is broken consciously, frightened by death and defeated.

(Heh... you know the psychology of war and soldiers. This guy's not stupid.)

A well-reasoned and clear reason.

Ryo Jin honestly reviewed his neighbor Count Schwarzheim.

I get the impression that the appearance is an arrogant and dull nobleman, but I realize once again that the true value of a person has nothing to do with appearance.

And if prejudice disappears, Ryojin will see the sincerity of Earl Schwarzheim.

(There are two possibilities. Seriously or inviting...... if you mean it, this guy is a trustworthy person. Conversely, if you're inviting me, you're a big villain)

Liang Zhen quietly stared at the side of Count Schwarzheim, who shouted out loudly.

As if trying to see through the earl's heart...

Count Schwarzheim's allegations and concerns can be taken for granted in a way.

If you look only at the surface, it's only worth less than the 300 soldiers and other garbage that Liang Zhen has led.

The number of soldiers is small, and many of the soldiers that make up the army are civilian women and children.

If this had consisted only of a magnificent man, the Earl of Schwarzheim would not have vandalized the word so far.

Normally, we do not hand over peasant militias conscripted to reinforcements, but the insights of the Kingdom of Roselia are heard to some extent.

Now that we are doing everything we can to rebuild from civil unrest, there are only a few soldiers that can be sent out to neighbouring countries, because in a way it only made sense...

So I honestly appreciate and appreciate the fact that the Kingdom of Roselia has done its best to lead two thousand and five hundred knights to an experienced Elena.

But the soldiers your son Ryo Shiba has led are different.

Soldiers, led by an emerging nobleman with no track record, who seemed very unlikely to be a force of war.

(Do you fool our country, such as sending soldiers like this to reinforcements!

The anger irritates my heart.

From Count Schwarzheim's point of view, it only seemed natural that he had tailored civilians to soldiers in order to shape the army.

"Thank you for coming so far, but we can't afford it. I don't know what your lord set up such an army for, but clearly, it's annoying! Even though it's only 300, we don't have enough food left to turn to the uncountable!

The anger echoed in the blink of an eye.

Indeed, it is never positive to share valuable supplies with useless soldiers.

"Count Schwarzheim, are you a little out of words?

"Say what, Captain Henschel. What the hell are you thinking in the first place? I heard you picked him up to the outskirts of Wangdu, but if you knew beforehand, why didn't you inform His Majesty? If it wasn't natural for you to chase him back before you saw him!

That leaves no room for defense, honesty.

The Kingdom of Zaluda wants reinforcements, not luggage.

The will ruthlessly trumps Grahardt's cover.

The other nobles do not have to know, and Count Schwarzheim intends to bet everything from the bottom of his heart on the survival of the Kingdom of Zaluda and the royal family.

Julianus I, who has been insulted as mediocre by the neighbouring countries, was, from the eyes of Count Schwarzheim, a master well worth serving.

(Your Majesty is not mediocre. Didn't you dive through overlapping wars every time in this world of warfare to keep your country!

The thought moved Count Schwarzheim.

"Hmm, I understand your concern... but the rest are not going to send your son Shiba home"

Julianus I grins gently, stroking the white beard.

And when those brawlless words echoed during the sight, the twirl happened again.

"Why! Why!

To an unexpected word, Count Schwarzheim turns his blood phase and stuffs it to the throne.

"You're being disrespectful to Your Majesty!

Grahardt's giant suppressed Count Schwarzheim's body.

"Shit! Let go! Your Majesty, why!

Dyed his face red, the Earl of Schwarzheim continues to push back to pay off Grahardt's hand.

"Henschel. Let him go because it's good."

To that calm voice of Julianus I, Earl Schwarzheim understands the meaning of his own actions.

It's an act that can't be taken as a conspiracy, such as stuffing it to the throne with emotion.

"Excuse me... Your Majesty, I..."

Julianus I urges the Earl of Schwarzheim to stand by his hand, lying on the spot to shrink.

"Good. My uncle's concerns are best..."

With that said, he turned his gaze to Ryo Trun, who was kneeling delightfully silently.

"What do you think? Everyone in this room right now may share the same concerns as Count Schwarzheim. I know it's annoying for you, but why don't you show everyone the power of your lord and your soldiers for once?

"Are you telling me to fight someone?

"Exactly. Or is Count Schwarzheim's concern true?

To Liang Zhen's enquiry, Julianus I was provoked by people's bad laughter.

(I see... It's annoying to be able to go ahead and talk like good, but well good. It's something I have to do somewhere. Should I just assume that my plans have been rolled up...)

Originally, the defence of the Kingdom of Zaluda did not come to reinforcements solely for the purpose.

Now that we have the sovereignty of the Waltenia Peninsula, all we need is fame to make the next leap forward.

Getting that fame is not an exaggeration when it comes to its greatest purpose.

And all you need to get that fame is sacrifice.

The more blood you shed, the more Liang Goshiba's true name spreads over the land of the Western continent.

"No, let us prove to His Majesty and all of you the power of our soldiers"

With that word, the bright true face distorts.

That's the grin of a carnivore licking his tongue with his stupid prey in front of him.

But he who knelt before the throne, and could see the true face of Ryo while he lay down, was not alone.