Episode 126 Iberica – The beginning of the Peninsular War
As a result of the armistice agreement brokered by Krafte, our troops withdrew from the Rhineland and began returning to the capital Lumière.
The war against Krafte was announced two years later, and regular training was announced for regular soldiers who would be demobilized, but despite this, the atmosphere in the revolutionary army was not bad.
In every village the revolutionary army passed through, the residents came out to welcome us grandly and even tried to treat us with what they had left.
Perhaps the soldiers and residents on the front lines are just happy to have found peace, even if only for a moment.
Rather than the huge threat that will come in the future, we can let go of our worries and be happy just because Francia won against a powerful empire right now.
As someone who has the responsibility of preparing for the coming future, I envy something like that.
And as soon as I arrived in the capital, Damien de Mirbeau came to me with a bundle of all the proposals Giselle Davy had submitted.
But in reality, I was dealing with Damien without even seeing the proposal.
“Your Excellency the Marquis. “How can I…”
“No. Go back. “I have no intention of changing it.”
At my firm words, Count Damien de Mirbeau’s face distorted in a pleasant way.
“Your Excellency. The war has just ended, and I also have to manage some of the assets that have been delayed…”
“I wonder if the Count, who handed over his territory and property to the Republic, has any assets to manage. “The next war awaits, but what ends the war?”
Damien was very upset.
“Your Excellency the Marquis. “Don’t be like that…”
I got a little irritated and started attacking this frustrating count.
“Why do you want to run away late at night?”
Damien hiccuped.
“I barely won the Empire, but now that I’m fighting Krafte, I’m so scared that I can’t stand it, right?”
“Oh no. That’s not it…”
That’s not it. That’s right.
I glared at Damien de Mirbeau, the ‘master of defense’ who was truly pathetic.
What kind of bastard is this master of freezing to death defense?
It’s a cockroach that just needs to survive comfortably.
If it weren’t for his ability, I wouldn’t want to use this guy.
“Whatever happens, there is no change in personnel. “You are going to the Iberica Peninsula.”
Damien’s expression was filled with despair.
“Or should I leave the capital to you and take Commander Desais?”
Leave Dezey, who has proven his ability in many ways both in terms of sincerity and management, and can be trusted with war preparations, and leave the capital to this guy?
What can you trust in a person who is just thinking about escaping at night like this?
“If you are confident that you can handle the new soldier training plan and training process that I have drawn up as well as Deze, and that you can manage the military supplies stockpiling and supply plan as well as I did, then there is nothing that I cannot leave behind.”
There’s no way the guy who was sabotaging work while I was on a brief visit to Iberica and then hastily and belatedly put together a report would have that kind of ability.
“Besides, you seem to be mistaken, Count Mirbeau. I’m sure you don’t believe that you can eat well and live well if you just leave Francia, right? “I don’t know if I’m looking down on the Count of Aquitaine too much.”
“That’s not it, it’s absolutely not like that…”
I declared, looking at Damien who was pale and trembling.
“From the moment you surrendered in front of me and cried out for help, you were on the same boat as us. But this ship doesn’t dock until it reaches its destination. So, it may have been up to you when you got on, but not when you got off.”
“That can’t be possible…”
I grinned as I looked at Damien, who seemed to be losing his soul.
“I’m also going because I have a fiancee, so don’t make useless excuses and prepare well for departure. Let’s go and have fun. huh?”
It’s the path you chose. Hold on to your evil spirit.
If you didn’t like it, you should have gone to the guillotine.
* * *
I was now breaking into a cold sweat after treating Damien so mercilessly.
“…Christine?”
“Yes Pierre.”
“…Are you comfortable?”
“yes.”
The conversation ended with that.
Christine sits me down on the sofa, lays down with her head on my lap, closes her eyes, and stays quiet.
This is scarier than openly arguing and protesting…
I looked down at Christine, who was lying calmly in an embarrassed mood.
The war with the Empire is over, but I am in a situation where I have to head straight to the Iberica Peninsula without even spending a moment with her. As expected, it is Christine who has to manage the political forces in the capital and carry out information warfare against Krafte while I am away. .
It’s really just a burden and they don’t do anything right.
…In the midst of all this, I feel a sense of self-destruction because I
still think that her distinct features are beautiful… I tried to hold on, but eventually, giving up on the urge, I reached out my hand and carefully touched Christine’s face.
Then Christine slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“I’m sulking right now.”
…I didn’t expect Christine to be so honest.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you have anything to be sorry about, but I don’t feel good.”
I smiled bitterly.
If you say that she looks cute when she honestly expresses her feelings like this, you might end up being really hated.
In the end I said something different.
“…We’ve come quite far, haven’t we?”
Christine blinked, then closed her eyes again and answered.
“That’s right, Pierre.”
“Took over the Aquitaine family and fought against King Louis. Join the Republic, defeat the Storm Witch…”
Christine opened her mouth with her eyes closed, as if receiving my words.
“After overthrowing Balian, he went to the Iberica Peninsula, enthroned the queen, and fought against the empire. Now Iberica again, then Krafte…”
Christine slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.
“You’re really busy, but you’re too busy.”
I answered with a smile.
“So do you.”
While I was going around like that, I wasn’t fighting alone. Christine was always behind me to help me.
I looked into Christine’s dark eyes and opened my mouth.
We will soon turn 25 in the new year.
“When the war with Krafte is over.”
The war with Krafte is two years away.
I reached out and took Christine’s hand.
“Lewis will probably be an adult by then.”
Christine smiled softly.
“That story is a bit cowardly.”
“is that so?”
I laughed too.
It was a fairly long engagement that made both of them long past their wedding anniversary.
“But I chose it and said I would wait.”
Christine responded by pulling our joined hands and lightly rubbing her cheek against my hand.
“That means it’s cowardice. “I think I’m too narrow-minded for feeling hurt by having to wait again when you said you would wait until then.”
“Isn’t it true that the person you fall in love with first loses?”
Christine ended up laughing out loud after hearing what I said.
I waited until her laughter died down and spoke in a whisper.
“I’ll finish it as soon as possible so you don’t have to wait too long.”
Unlike in the past when we only went as envoys, this time we went with full revolutionary troops.
First of all, since there is an official armistice, many of the conscripted troops will be demobilized and only undergo regular training, but the elite standing forces, including the Revolutionary Guard, cannot waste time like this.
They head to Iberica to gain experience as a revolutionary army to stand against Krafte’s strong army and to completely achieve Crocs’ unification of the Iberica Peninsula.
Christine looked up at me and smiled.
“is it so. Then I will trust you and do my part and wait.”
Justin von Wittenfeld.
A prime minister who assisted the Great King of Krafte, who only had war in his mind, and turned Krafte into a powerhouse and a loser in the northern part of the Germanian Empire.
At the same time, like Christine, she has a different side that moves in the shadows.
He probably hid the dagger in Francia even before the war with Krafte began.
To be used when war breaks out.
“Then I will trust you and come quickly. “Christine.”
But even so, he should be nervous too.
“Please leave it to me. “Actually, my pride was a little hurt.”
Christine smiled coldly as she said that.
“We have declared war to show off, so if we don’t receive it properly.”
I’ve really hurt Christine’s pride, but my beloved fiancee is definitely not a person with a good personality.
I looked down at Christine and opened my mouth.
“Once the war with Krafte is over, Chung-”
But before I could finish speaking, Christine put a finger to my mouth.
When I looked down wondering why this was happening, she rolled her eyes and smiled brightly.
“I’ll wait. So show it with actions, not words. “Pierre.”
I chuckled.
Then he bent down and placed his lips on Christine, who naturally lowered her eyes.
With the breath we share, we fill each other’s empty space, even if just for a moment.
Filling my resolve with a yearning affection.
* * *
Porto, a port city on the Iberica Peninsula.
Paimon, the CEO of Abyss Corporation Sloth, was rolling around in bed.
Her fiery red hair was flowing down on the bed, and her body, wearing only a dress, having thrown off her white gown, was full of breathtaking charm.
…although he is a man.
“Ah, I’m so bored to death.”
Paimon was bored to death.
The Marquis de Lafayette’s stay on the Iberica Peninsula was short-lived, but during that brief period, the Marquis devastated the Allied forces of Porto using weapons ambitiously prepared by the Abyss Corporation.
As a result, the city-state of Porto and the pro-Abyss tribes on the Iberica Peninsula were consistently on the defensive.
More accurately, it was correct to say that Crocs had been busy reorganizing and watching while the pro-Abyss tribes were subdued one by one.
Paimon rolled out of bed once again.
It was a wriggle that seemed to embody meaningless laziness.
Paradoxically, it was also a waste of time that CEO Paimon, who oversees sloth, hated the most.
It may be a virtue for the CEO of Sloth to enjoy laziness, but the devil, who has been forced to live a life of satisfaction only in the field he is in charge of from the beginning and has been forced into indolence for hundreds of years, is filled with the desire to rebel against him.
The fact that he diligently researched technology that generates productivity by saving energy instead of doing work, claiming that it was the realization of true laziness, was ultimately a paradoxical act of turning a blind eye and protesting against technology that did not go against Sloth’s values. .
But that’s it. No matter what you try, you can’t do it on the Iberica Peninsula, which has nothing but research equipment back home.
“Wow, it really is sloth itself! “It’s priceless to see Paimon acting like an exemplary devil like this.”
Paimon furrowed his brows at the voice that came from above his head.
“Gremory, I’m not in the mood to play right now.”
The charming blonde succubus wearing a nun’s uniform, the CEO of Rust, giggled, spread her wings, spun around in the air, and answered.
“As far as Gremory can remember, Paimon has never been in the mood to play with Gremory.”
“Okay, so I’d like you to turn it off.”
Regardless of whether Paimon was acting harsh or not, Gremory smiled.
“Well, your thoughts will change when you hear the news Gremory brought.”
“What.”
“With your bare mouth?”
Gremory asked with a wicked smile, but when Paimon tried to reach out instead of answering, he suddenly raised both hands.
“Ah, this is barbaric! Truly demonic!”
“So what is it?”
Gremory flapped its wings and sat cross-legged in the air, licking his fingers with his tongue and saying.
“Marquis de Lafayette.”
Paimon’s momentum changed.
“We are coming to Iberica.”
“Ah finally.”
Paimon jumped up from his seat and put on the white robe that was hanging in the corner of the room.
“I guess I should prepare a welcome greeting.”
The blood-red demon, who had completely lost all sense of laziness, chanted in delight.
