Episode 69. GOVERNMENT OF DIRECTORS – GUARDIANS OF THE REVOLUTION (1)
The day after Pierre de Lafayette left for the South with the envoys of King Crocs.
Early in the morning, the sun has not risen yet.
Raphael Balian was sitting cross-legged in the northern army’s command center.
Placed on the table in front of him were a map of the entire Franzia and a chess set.
“Okay then.”
Balian slowly reached out and picked up the knight on the chessboard.
“Since we’ve already taken the lead, it’s best to start off a little cowardly.”
* * *
A loud knocking on the door rang out at the mansion of General Louis Desget, Chief of Staff and Acting Commander of the Confederate Army.
Deje, who had a hard time sleeping, looked out the window and saw that it was just before dawn and swore.
“Some crazy people at this hour. “Oh shit.”
I have a guess, and just as Deze quickly put on his coat and was about to grab his sword, he heard the screams and footsteps of terrified workers outside.
After barely pretending to knock, the door opened roughly and Deje furrowed his brow when he saw the man entering.
“General Morel.”
Northern Army cavalry general Jerome Morel, wearing a stylish cavalry uniform, smiled and opened his mouth.
“Sorry for the late hour, General Louis Desget.”
“If you know you’re sorry, shouldn’t you be like this?”
“Huyu~ This is a private matter, so please understand. General Louis Desget? An accusation was made that the general had embezzled supplies intended for the Confederate army. “I don’t think someone like the general would have done that, but I hope you can cooperate with the investigation.”
Desais laughed when he saw the order in the name of Raphael Balian that Morel handed him.
I don’t know if Pierre was there to stop it, but even if they protested against it based on their rank, it would only be possible after the truth was revealed.
Deje gritted his teeth, but when he saw Morel and the cuirassier cavalrymen standing behind him, he threw down his sword and raised his hands.
“First of all, there will be an investigation, but if not, we will have to properly handle the aftermath.”
Morel grinned and answered Dezey, who had a very dissatisfied face.
“That’s a wise decision, General Desget.”
* * *
“Commander General Louis Desget’s new recruits have been secured.”
Balian smiled and pulled out the enemy knight from the chessboard and laid it down.
According to regulations, when both the commander, the Marquis de Lafayette, and the acting commander of the Confederate Army are absent, Balian, the commander of the Northern Army, assumes command of the Southern Army.
No one would have thought that the regulations created by the Northern and Southern armies, who had cooperated during wartime, to prepare for emergencies would be used in this way.
That alone won’t make the southern army obediently follow Balian’s orders, but the southern army without a head will be temporarily incapacitated.
Later, the Confederate army would protest violently, but at this level, it could be put to rest by finding a suitable scapegoat and blaming it.
Balian also made this plan because he did not want to start a civil war and have street fighting in the capital.
Whatever Lafayette had prepared after leaving the capital, everything had to be completed in the gap in command created by Desget’s arrest.
“Now then it is our faithful bishop’s turn.”
Balian chuckled and picked up the bishop on the chessboard.
A card that will shake up the National Assembly, provide him with a justification, and if the situation arises, turn him into a discarder and take responsibility for him.
* * *
At that time, a mansion owned by the Aquitaine family in the capital Lumière.
Christine Daquiten, who had received news of Dezey’s arrest from her subordinates, quickly returned to her office and returned to her office.
Christine pulled the bookshelf in her office and entered the hidden room.
The hem of her black dress melted into a dark room without a single light, and with a movement that was all too familiar even in the darkness, Christine turned to one side of the room and turned on the magic light.
In the revealed room, countless plans are stuck on the walls, and blank orders signed in Pierre de Lafayette’s name are piled on another desk.
Christine first put aside the plans she had prepared.
The fact that he started by arresting Louis Desget rather than himself means that Balian does not want a head-on conflict with the southern army.
Perhaps he plans to compromise with Pierre and ask for his cooperation after overthrowing the National Assembly.
A cold smile spread across Christine’s lips. It’s a naive idea. No, rather, it would be arrogant confidence.
If Christine were in the author’s position, she would have made a plan to purge Pierre and eliminated her first.
Christine laughed at herself, thinking that perhaps it was strange that she could come up with such an idea as naturally as breathing.
Pierre thought, cutely, that she was wary of Eris and Pierre’s relationship as a man and a woman, but Christine could also see that their relationship was not that kind of relationship.
Rather, it is a more fundamental and dirty type of jealousy that contains a sense of inferiority toward humans who are the crystal of pure goodness and nobility that one can never imitate.
Now that she has acknowledged the affection she had been trying to ignore, she can never let go of Pierre, but she is afraid that he, who has such pure light by his side, will one day become disillusioned with her.
However, the one Pierre de Lafayette chose was Christine Daquitaine. He risked his fate and left everything to her.
Pierre knew exactly how ruthless she could be, and gave her permission to go on a rampage by any means necessary.
Then you have to live up to those expectations.
Christine slowly reached out and picked up the ID card that was lying on one side.
Fake identity used by Halfas. Emmanuel Sieyes’ B-class wizard’s identification card.
Christine’s eyes darkened, and a cruel smile appeared on her lips.
To my chagrin, I can’t help but admit that, like the saint, she is not a truly noble person, and yet she trembles and cares about reasons and ways out.
As someone who had already acknowledged herself as belonging to the dark, she was not generous enough to tolerate such hypocrisy.
* * *
As dawn broke and morning came, quite a lot of citizens gathered in the central square of Lumiere.
This is because yesterday, the renowned Bishop Arnaud Richelieu finally came out of retirement and announced that he would deliver a sermon for citizens who have been going through a chaotic political situation.
However, Bishop Richelieu, who was sitting on a chair behind the podium and preparing to deliver a sermon in front of them, was trembling with anxiety and nervousness.
There is no turning back once we have come this far. We can no longer stand by and watch as this country turns away from God’s will and degenerates.
“Father, Lord, look down on me…”
Even as I thought and recited the prayer, I still remembered the black witch’s grim, cold eyes, as if she were not human, and I got goosebumps.
What Bishop Richelieu thought of in his frustration was an advisor and close friend who had disappeared a long time ago.
‘How good it would have been if Sieyes had been there at a time like this.’
If only he had been there to give generous advice and warm encouragement when considering a path for the people of Francia who suffered under the old regime.
If Sieyes had been there when the revolution broke out, he might have been shocked by the blood and madness of the revolution and could have corrected their ways instead of going into hiding.
When Richelieu was feeling deep regret, a priest who had served him for many years approached him.
“Bishop!”
“What’s going on?”
“A letter and gift from Sieyes have arrived!”
“What?”
Richelieu urgently received the letter handed to him by the priest.
Tears welled up in his eyes when he saw the familiar seal of Sieyes.
“This guy. “What on earth have you been doing all this time?”
Richelieu broke the seal with trembling hands and read the letter.
A letter apologizing for not being able to contact him due to a top-secret summons from the Magic Tower he belongs to, and saying that he will leave the Magic Kingdom soon and come visit him in person now that his mission is finally over.
It is the unmistakable Sieyes handwriting that is all too familiar.
Richelieu, who saw this, shed tears because his longing was greater than his resentment towards him.
If it had been normal, Richelieu might have thought carefully about the contents and felt doubtful.
However, he was overjoyed by the much-awaited news that came to him at a time when he was under the most pressure and fear.
Richelieu could not imagine that it was a false letter sent by the Black Witch, using the information she had obtained from Halfas and the belongings he had left behind, under the guise of supreme kindness.
The friendship he built over the years of agony was a lie from the beginning, so it wasn’t even fundamentally different.
After putting down the letter, Richelieu opened the gift that Sieyes had sent him and saw a very familiar potion.
A potion that boosts energy and improves concentration, developed by Magic Tower, which taught Sieyes.
It was so effective that I asked for it in the hopes of drinking it more often during my days with Sieyes, but Richelieu had a bright smile on his face when he saw the product for the first time in a long time, saying it was an expensive item and only given to him very occasionally.
Richelieu never knew that this was also the effect of the poison Eternal Rest, which never decomposes and accumulates in the victim’s body.
I drank it several times over a long period of time, but instead of causing harm, it actually helped.
Richelieu immediately opened the potion and drank it as a most appropriate gift from a close friend in his most difficult moment.
Immediately, Richelieu’s head became brighter and his confidence rose, so he slowly lowered his eyes and offered a prayer of gratitude.
“Father, Lord, I thank you for hearing my prayer. “I praise you for your mercy, which gave great joy to your humble servant.”
Fear and hesitation disappear, and a sense of duty fills the empty space to properly lead those lost lambs.
Richelieu got up from his seat and walked to the podium.
“It is Bishop Richelieu!”
“Bishop! Lead us!”
Look, aren’t the lambs desperately longing for a shepherd because the National Assembly has become corrupt and failed to show the right path?
It’s not too late.
Let’s get this straight.
A revolution that shouldn’t have happened.
Freedom, equality and fraternity were too early for them.
Democracy was too much for those who were not prepared.
Just put everything back in its correct place.
“Brothers and sisters of Lumière, Arnaud Richelieu, lowly servant of God, greets you.”
A wild cheer erupted, but stopped as soon as Richelieu raised his hand.
“The reason I am here, a lowly servant of God, is to accuse the National Assembly of holding a rigged election against the will of the people in order to pass an unjust policy that goes against God’s will!”
Silence fell at Richelieu’s shout.
And the very next moment.
“It was strange as expected!”
“You turn your back on the will of God and join hands with the barbarians. How can that be the will of the people?”
The citizens of the entire square were suddenly filled with anger and heat, and their voices erupted.
“Bishop, please guide us foolish people! “What shall we do?”
The sight of the lambs asking for his guidance made Richelieu’s heart overflow with gratitude to God and Sieyes.
It’s not too late.
A bright smile appeared on Richelieu’s lips.
* * *
“What should I do? You seem to be sleeping soundly with a very happy face…”
“I guess I was a bit overexerted. Still, people are waiting for the bishop to preach, so we need to wake them up…”
The priest who had served Richelieu for a long time carefully approached him and shook Richelieu, who was sleeping in a chair and smiling brightly.
“I’m sorry, Bishop, but people are waiting. “I need you to stand up now.”
Still, Richelieu never woke up, smiling.
“Bishop?”
Neither the priest’s voice nor the hand shaking his shoulder can reach him anymore.
The fact that Richelieu’s close friend, whom he trusted and relied on more than anyone else, was actually using him as a tool to induce revolution and feeding him extreme poison in order to dispose of him at any time.
The truth is that even his belief that he could guide the corrupt and corrupt ruling class and clergy to the right path by enlightening the people is a distorted idea that was instilled from the beginning to cause confusion.
The truth is that the person who always prayed to God was actually a puppet of a false friendship whispered by the devil.
Without realizing anything.
The bishop, who had no doubt that he was only trying to lead the people to the right path, fell into a happy fantasy with his ruined cause.
Without ever opening my eyes again.
forever.
