Episode 181 Krafte War –
It was a day later when I woke up after the battle.
I don’t know if it was the aftereffects of poisoning or overdoing it, but despite receiving treatment from Eris, my physical condition was not that good.
Still, I wanted to move my body and do my duty, so I tried to get up, but I was scolded by Eris, who came to see me after being reported by a scared medic.
…There were a lot of casualties from the street fighting, so it was difficult to use my strength to cure even just one person, so I treated him appropriately, half with the intention of making him feel a bit distressed and regretful, but he was trying to move on again.
After scolding me for a while, Eris, as queen, ordered me to recuperate quietly and left. What can I do when Her Majesty the Queen says so?
Thanks to this, I was quietly sitting on the bed in the medical barracks and leisurely eating the fruit that was piled high.
Outside, I can still faintly hear the sound of rain falling.
It is clear that the damage was serious, but we somehow won.
Anyway, unlike us, who are stationed in an urban area and have plenty of places to stay and avoid the rain, the Krafte army must have been having a hard time as they were routed.
Even if I can’t work, I want to at least know the status of the damage in order to make the next plan, but it’s Her Majesty’s order, and even her subordinates don’t visit.
I’m glad to hear that Shandra, who got caught up in it because of me, is recovering well, but I feel a bit sick from eating fruit alone.
Of course, the commander-in-chief’s deputy, Louis Desget, and his chief of staff, Alexandre Werther, are also capable.
Honestly, those two would probably be doing just fine without me.
…But that’s what it is, and being annoying is being annoying.
Damn you guys. The head of the military is me, Eris.
After my recuperation is over, there will be a need to properly establish military discipline.
Even though Her Majesty is the queen, the commander-in-chief who can’t even receive a report on the situation when the battle is over is in disgrace – my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming this way.
A fairly fast gait approaching this direction, stepping on water droplets, and someone following that person.
Even at first glance, it is neither a lively walk typical of Eris nor a typical soldier.
…Who walks like this?
As far as I know, there is no one who walks like this –
but when I saw the person walking through the entrance curtain, I froze in shock.
The person who entered wordlessly took off his rain-soaked robe and handed it to his subordinate, who then left the barracks.
“Christine?”
It’s been a day since the battle ended, so how am I here?
“…You look better than I thought.”
Christine’s voice was a little low, so I laughed awkwardly.
Somehow I have a feeling of déjà vu.
“I think I’ve heard this before.”
Christine smiled after hearing what I said.
Why does he look so scary when he smiles?…
“How did you come here already?”
It was raining, so I wondered if we had even heard a victory report from Lumiere.
Christine answered, slowly approaching me.
“I was staying at Fort Verdun.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Verdun is just above Bahua.
If Bahua falls, it is a place where you will be immediately attacked or isolated, but you were in a place like that?
“When Bahua was under siege and communication was cut off, we moved there and stayed there. It is easier to provide support using information organizations. “I also assisted in General Jerome Morel’s supply destruction campaign, but you didn’t know that yet.”
“Then, if we ever collapsed, you would be in danger. Why is it such a dangerous frontline area-”
“The Krafte army is concentrating its attack on the city of Bahua, so how dangerous would it have been if Verdun was so dangerous? In fact, we weren’t attacked at all.”
“That’s just a consequentialism, Christine. If you were in danger-”
“It’s a consequentialism that you’re safe, Pierre.”
As I closed my mouth, Christine came right in front of the bed where I was sitting, quietly knelt down, made eye level with me, and opened her mouth.
“The enemy was carrying out a beheading operation, but the commander-in-chief himself rushed out to buy time for our troops to retreat.”
“….”
“In the end, while dealing with Count Wittelsbach and the knights of the empire alone, he was found to be poisoned by the devil’s poison and was about to die.”
…Because it’s Christine’s job.
I deliberately tried not to care who had her eyes planted in my command center, but I regret it later.
I was at a loss for words and apologized to her calmly.
“…I’m sorry.”
Christine silently leaned over and rested her head on my chest.
Her body is cold, perhaps because she got caught in the rain.
“I’m going to catch a cold if I keep doing this. “I need to start a fire-”
The moment I thought that, my chest became wet.
rainwater? Oh no.
“Hey Christine. “Are you crying?”
“You always act like someone who wants to die.”
“That is absolutely not the case. “There was no way, so I had to do it somehow to win.”
“…Yes, I guess so. “I would have done it because it was you.”
Christine said that softly in a hoarse voice, and after a moment she broke away from me and smiled with red eyes.
Why is your smile so creepy?…
“Your subordinates are not able to properly assist you and you are always in danger of dying like this, so the problem must be your subordinates, right?”
While I was thinking that, I froze when I heard Christine’s next words.
No, why did the accident go that way….
“It seems like only those who lack the necessary skills for the position, so wouldn’t it be better to purge and replace everyone?”
“…No kidding, right?”
Christine looked at me, twitched the corner of her mouth, and answered.
“If you act recklessly like this again and end up dead, it won’t be a joke.”
Oh my, my head.
The Black Witch of Aquitaine.
I completely raised the white flag in front of my fiancé, who was truly willing to live up to my nickname.
“All right. Whatever happens, don’t do something like this. … Even if it’s just to save my subordinates.”
Christine then opened her arms and hugged me, whispering softly in a hoarse voice.
“Please. “You really have no idea how I feel every time.”
They say I always choose the best, but in the end, I really almost died this time.
Once to Gremory and once to Gilles de Lionel. I barely survived due to the whims of the enemy.
It was always the best for me, but Christine must have felt like her blood was drying up every time that happened.
I had no choice but to hug her and answer.
“I’m sorry. “I will never do something like this again.”
After coaxing and coaxing her for a while, I finally looked at Christine, who had calmed down a little, and jokingly added,
“But no matter what, it’s a bit much to purge subordinates who fought hard without any guilt…”
Christine actually looked at me with red eyes and responded with a very disapproving look on her face.
“Then should I have threatened to kill you too if you died? “I hope you know that I tolerated it as much as possible.”
In the end, I raised both hands and feet.
“Ah, I understand. I was wrong. I really mean it all.”
Only then did Christine give a relaxed smile instead of a somewhat eerie smile, pat me on the back and whisper.
“Thank you for your hard work, Pierre.”
“…Thank you, Christine.”
Only then could I smile too.
…That’s it.
I am very displeased with the girl who seems so thin, whether it is because she has eaten in the past few days of helping Jerome Morel, or whether it is because she has been exposed to rain.
I took an apple from the apple plate on the table and handed it to her.
“This is also a strange feeling of déjà vu. You look more like a patient than me. “Let’s at least eat this.”
Christine looked at the apple I held out with a very subtle expression and calmly took it with her mouth.
Oh, why so calmly –
I thought for a moment.
Crunch-
Crunch-
Christine smiled as she deliberately and slowly munched on the apple in front of her nose, as if making a sound.
The fact that you look so needlessly sexy while chewing an apple is completely intentional, right?
As I was looking at the scene with my mouth open, Christine immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in.
Sweet juice and finely broken flesh pass from mouth to mouth and from tongue to tongue.
I swallowed it without knowing and hugged Christine’s waist, and she slapped my arm with a loud sound.
“Huh?”
When I took my arms away in surprise, Christine looked at me and opened her mouth.
“Since you have sinned, I will not allow you to lay a hand on me.”
…Isn’t the punishment so scary that you don’t even touch me like that?
“How long?”
When I asked the question without realizing it, Christine smiled brightly while pointing to the fruits on the table.
“Until I eat all of these fruits.”
* * *
Mittelmark, the capital of Krafte.
While Crown Prince Henry defeated the rebels of the Duchy of Saxony and Warsaw and engaged in a series of wars with the Northern United Kingdom forces.
Due to its location, Mittelmark was surrounded on three sides by Saxony and the Northern Kingdom of Warsaw, and was exposed to a direct threat due to its close proximity.
Thanks to this, government officials decided to relocate to the temporary capital and were in full swing with preparations.
The same was true of the intelligence organization managed by Chancellor Justin von Wittenfeld.
A basement full of torture instruments and all kinds of classified documents.
While the agents were busy discarding what needed to be discarded and modifying what needed to be modified, Chancellor Justin von Bittenfeld entered the basement at a leisurely pace.
“Are the relocation preparations complete?”
“Old Prime Minister, Excellency! “Most of the documents to be discarded have been disposed of, and the essential documents are ready to be transferred over there!”
“Yeah, I see. “Good job.”
Justin von Wittenfeld nodded, his glasses shining, in response to the answer from his aide who had served him for a long time, and then he snapped his fingers.
At the same time, the confidential documents they had worked so hard to prepare for the transfer caught fire.
“omg?”
“What! “How did it catch fire?”
While the aides and agents were confused.
Justin von Wittenfeld walked out leisurely and pulled the handle.
At the same time, the iron bars came down, isolating the basement and stairs.
“Your Excellency the Prime Minister! “What on earth have you done?”
While his aide, who had served him for nearly a decade, was shocked, Bittenfeld slowly opened his mouth.
“What do you think of greed?”
“What?”
“Greed for sacrifice? Greed for power? Everyone wants them. “The common thing that everyone covets cannot be called true greed.”
Even while Bittenfeld was talking incoherently, the agents were trying to put out the fire on the documents, but there was nothing in the basement that could help extinguish the fire right away.
The employee, who was worse off, took off his coat to cover the fire, but the flames quickly consumed his coat as well.
“It’s not an ordinary fire!”
“Cough, crunch…”
The aide who was watching the scene shouted urgently, looking at Bittenfeld with trembling eyes.
“What on earth are you talking about, Prime Minister? Please open the door! “If we continue like this, we will all die!”
“True greed is the desire for knowledge to see things that have never been seen before or did not exist. For example, the shock and sense of betrayal seen by someone who has been betrayed by someone they absolutely trusted for a long time.”
Wittenfeld slowly opened his mouth in front of his trembling aide.
“Let me introduce you once again, my faithful aide. The name of this ‘play’ is Justin von Wittenfeld. The true name is Bassagora. He is also the CEO of Abyss Corporation ‘Grid’.”
Wittenfeld, or rather Vassago, watched the process of the assistant officer’s face becoming colored with shock, betrayal, astonishment, and fear as if he were looking at a delicate work of art.
“No way, you’re just kidding. Prime Minister, Excellency. “Why are you suddenly opening this door?”
“Oh, it’s not bad. “To be honest, I am really looking forward to seeing how our beloved Majesty will react, but it is a pity that we cannot see it due to the guidelines from headquarters.”
“That’s a lie, a lie. Ooh, we’re the devil’s… That’s ridiculous…!”
The sound of wings flapping rang out next to Vassago, who was giggling and laughing as he watched his aide, who had collapsed in his seat, tearing out his hair.
“It’s still in bad taste.”
“Ah, I would like to thank you for your trouble in coming to meet me, Gremory.”
“Succubus! Truly a devil…!”
Gremory glanced at his aide, who was overcome with a sense of betrayal, and placed his hand on Vassago’s shoulder.
“Hehehe then, thank you for your hard work. Don’t take it too seriously. Isn’t it natural for those who have served their useful life to be ‘disposed of’?”
“Demon devil-!”
Vassago smiled in satisfaction as he watched his aide shake the iron bars, and when he snapped his fingers, the fire that covered the basement began to burn even more massively.
Savoring the cruel screams of the subordinates who once served him as they burned to death –
“Then, let’s take a walk in the dream world for the first time in a long time.”
Vassago disappeared with Gremory.
