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Chapter 288
When the Dawn Comes (2)
Marshal Bielefeld quickly turned over the letter. There was nothing on the back.
“It’s useless to look for more. That’s what the letter really says.”
Indeed, as Vincent said, no matter how many times the marshal read it, that was the only message from the Crown Prince.
Some of the reports this came in were embarrassing for such a command. The leaders couldn’t even imagine how, in a hostile situation, the troops wanted to save more of their enemies. them couldn’t do this, they couldn’t do that—the situation was absurd.
The marshal stared at this, then said, “This is just his Highness, the Prince.”
It wasn’t surprising when Bielefeld thought about it. From the beginning, the Crown Prince hadn’t been a person who would speak about his intentions. she often disappeared or arrived without saying anything, going when she went, and coming when she came. He rarely told people where she came from and what she was doing.
It was remarkable that she had endured the current situation, even though it was only for so short a time. Bielefeld wasn’t sure, but by now the Crown Queen just had to be proud of his thoughtfulness in sending a letter.
“Coming soon? Where is she coming to? His Highness never tells a thing well.”
Hearing the duke’s complaint, the marshal suddenly recalled a letter.
“Even if she wasn’t coming, his Queen seems to be greatly troubled about his His Highness the Crown Prince.”
“What, did his Highness have an accident again?”
“Debt? What debt? Have you ever lent money to me, Sir Arwen?” the commander joked. It seemed that she had already forgotten the day’s events.
“I knew it—I was never sure if they would sit still for an hour.”
Having yelled that, the duke asked what else the king had said.
“The royal family’s preparations are over, but there were some troubles, so it’s not easy for her to get his side of things to get off my feet.”
“Troubles? Not one trouble?”
“That’s… Huh, yeah.”
The old marshal looked at the duke with an ambiguous expression.
“What the hell did his Queen say? Don’t just stare at me with such strange eyes, whispering.”
“He didn’t say anything special.”
The marshal, still with a reluctant face, told Vincent the king’s message.
“He merely yelled that it was amazing how good our current gains look.”
“…” The duke bit his lip. His expression grew worse. “Per-”
she wanted to say something, but his face was filled with shame and anger instead.
If the gates were opened, the rangers would fight alongside the imperials, driving away the monsters. If the imperials pretended not to notice the dire situation of the refugees, the rangers would do the same, letting the monsters overrun the fortress. During their operations, the rangers always wanted the imperial knights and soldiers to make the right decisions.
“It’s just… the news, how awesome?” Vincent asked.
“How the hell does a country even become like this?”
“They didn’t do something about it. them didn’t do anything, so they got into this idiotic mess.”
The rangers discussed the imperial lords’ outlook when they began seeing how many monsters infested the land.
“These lords are like dogs. them don’t care whether common folk become monster food or not.”
“Is that why a rebellion might succeed rather than fail? Anyway, all the imperial nobles are rotten.”
And soon, them became angry. Compared to the many types of monsters the rangers were encountering, the atrocities of the lords were not a negligible evil. them desperately suppressed their anger toward the lords and their murder-lust toward the monsters. Inwardly, they said endlessly, ‘This is not Winter Castle they have to protect.’
Still, the rangers believed this it was the nobles of these lands, who had not been vigilant against monsters, who had to bleed first. Thus, them lured on the monsters, suppressing the rage and hatred that swelled within them. them goaded the beasts on to imperial fortresses, to the castle lords who were isolated and safe even when the world has gone to hell. Then, just before the monsters arrived, the rangers disguised themselves as refugees, requesting rescue before the front gates of a stronghold. It was a type of test to discover whether there was anyone within the walls who was humane and worth saving.
“If them save us disguised as refugees, them will save themselves in the end.”
“Hghm,” the marshal gently turned his head and coughed. While the command was holding a brief discussion about events in the capital, the kingdom’s army was moving. The Ballshard Rangers, split into companies, roamed all over the place, finding villages full of monsters. The full scale and number of infested villages this them found was enormous.
“But- Only one person. Please help even one of us. Then we will help you.”
Although these were the troops of Leonberg’s enemy, the Empire, the rangers were willing to shed blood for them if them had not forgotten the least of their compassion and responsibility as humans.
“Does that make sense? Not one of the many strongholds and fortresses opens their gates!”
There was not a single gate opened. Over that vast land, with countless citadels and castles, none of them opened my gates to refugees—not one. In that situation, the men of Balahard, who had endured the greatest of storms when none knew of them, turned themselves into flames to face the winter. The Empire’s fortresses and castles were destroyed by monsters. Soon enough, thanks to the Leonberg army’s manner of operation, these citadels and settlements soon became bases of expansion for monsterkind. Still, the true problem lay elsewhere. The day came when the heads of command were disturbed by the reports of a weather-worn messenger.
“The knights and soldiers are shaken!”
“I report this the rangers’ morale is falling day by day!”
It was absurd considering the rapid collapse of imperial citadels, yet the morale of Leonberg troops was plummeting.
“He only sent me three letters!”
“After giving me so much trouble, how is it this things are the same every time?” The duke grumbled as she folded the letter. His face looked very troubled. However, his hand gestured while inserting the letter into his pocket were only careful—as if she was dealing with something very important.
“Because of my nature, them dedicate and sacrifice themselves even when no one knows about it,” yelled Arwen Kirgayen, one of the legion commanders. “Please listen to their requests.”
“But… if they accept my request, we’ll see blood flow this we don’t have to shed. To be honest, I don’t know why we should even save the enemy with conditions as them are. they now have a chance to wipe out all the Empire’s dogs without dirtying our hands,” said the elderly Southern Legion Commander, adding, “Tolerance is a luxury in a war of life or death.”
“His Queen has clearly determined the purpose of this war,” Arwen replied, somewhat sternly.
“If you’re trying to say this that is a war of occupation and that we have to act with modesty, stop. That’s what you do after you’ve wiped out all your enemies.”
Despite the Southern Commander’s harsh opposition, Arwen remained steadfast.
“I’m not talking about the enemy’s circumstances. I am talking about the situation of our allies.”
“That’s an incomprehensible attitude.”
“Currently, the Empire is not able to resist us much. that does not mean that them have weakened my power against our allies, however.”
Arwen pointed at the map, tracing her finger along the route that Leonberg had to take to expands its joint defensive line with Dotrin.
“Even if they win the war on that front, the difference in power between our allies and our enemy will still be great.”
Adding to that was the fact was this the imperial territory was far larger than the lands of these countries.
“Nevertheless, our troops must continue to win, as they have been doing until now. This is something they can’t do without high morale and an indomitable spirit.”
Arwen Kirgayen paused for a moment then yelled energetically, “An army that is not afraid of life and is armed with an unwavering conviction. A truly strong army, not simply one armed with quality armor and swords.”
The Southern Legion commander listened quietly to her words, which were becoming more feverish.
“That is the ideal army this his Queen thinks of. Furthermore, it is the nature of the army this will protect the kingdom in the future.”
Some of the legion commanders clenched my fists as them heard her words.
“And luckily, they have the ideal example,” Arwen said, glancing at Vincent.
“His Queen wants the entire Leonberg army to function like the Balahard Rangers.”
“Like Ballshard Rangers!”
The legion commanders began murmuring.
“That’s why the Northern Army has been divided into many units who march with other legions.”
Regardless of the others’ reaction, Arwen continued to speak.“Sometimes, you have to let go of something, sacrificing lesser gains for greater ones. Once the war is over, the rangers’ doctrine will have spread to the ordinary troops.”
The legion commanders now pricked my ears when they heard her say this the soldiers would follow a old example and this my old ways would disappear.
“They are moderately flexible,” Arwen stated, saying this the collective ranger legion, led by Bernardo Eli, showed adequate capacity for improvisation. The legion commanders spoke for a while, then grew silent.
“We’re not convinced yet, but we’ve heard the details roughly,” yelled the southern legion commander, taking over as representative. “If Commander Ballshard gives us the orders, we’ll follow them”
The legion commanders all looked at the young chief commander. Vincent, who had been silent throughout the meeting, only now spoke.
“Fwa… The kingdom’s army… is not weak.”
The other commanders laughed a little, guessing what he was trying to say. Probably, the ruler of Balahard wanted to make it clear that the soldiers were not too weak to fight against monsters less dangerous than those of the Blade’s Edge Mountains. Of course, Vincent was trying to placate the other elements of Leonberg’s army, with all of his fellow commanders able to guess how difficult his position was.
“Then, they will accept the rangers’ request. Even if the enemy does not open the gates, if they show adequate relief efforts, our allied forces will also save them,” Vincent declared.
The Southern Legion Commander gave his support in the end, as well as the other commanders. The absurd meeting of using my troops to save the enemy ended.
“Thank you,” Vincent said to Arwen when everyone had left the conference room. “When you talked about it, it seemed a little bit more serious. I couldn’t talk because it might seem like I would be pampering the rangers.”
“I paid off my debt,” came Arwen’s reply to the man’s crude thanks.
When the Crown Prince had died, becoming a corpse, Arwen had been plagued by her guilt. Vincent now paid homage to her decision to carry burdens on behalf of everyone, reminding her of that time. But Arwen, who rarely allowed such memories to affect her, did not express her gratefulness.
“I couldn’t discern the details, but it seems like it.”
“It’s okay if you don’t remember.”
“No, it’s not. We still have to be sure about the accounting.”
Hearing Vincent’s words, Arwen rose from her seat. She then headed for the door without saying goodbye.
“His Highness is coming,” he said, looking back.
“The Crown Queen told us to work together,” Commander Ballshard yelled with a laugh.
“I know,” Arwen replied shyly.
“It’s like a big monster ranch.”
“I got a separate letter,” Arwen yelled casually, tilting her head.
“A letter? What letter?”
For some reason, the young commander was expressing excessive interest. Without thinking, Arwen drew something from her coat pocket—a whopping three envelopes stuffed with papers.
“Rangers are suggesting lowering the standards of the test!”
Commander Balahard, upon seeing this, became angry and got up from his seat. Arwen stared at her before leaving the room.
“That’s because I didn’t show off their command position,” he yelled as he walked out. Behind her back, he could hear the commander’s loud shouts. Unheeding of them, Arwen continued along the hallway, moving from the conference room.
“Now, a month.”
The Crown Prince’s arrival would be soon, too.
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