Chapter 252

Chapter 252. That fort is irritating!

(5) + Why do you always think of assassination if you get it wrong? (1)

Is this mere genius?

‘Can a person with a simple brain be so competent?'

It's not that she doesn't know the world.

Even if you look like this, you can be confident that you have lived much better than others and seen all kinds of ugly things.

That's why I didn't understand it any more.

something is going wrong

As far as she knows, genius doesn't mean someone like Arell.

He is completely outside the scope of genius.

I can't help but wonder if the public's perception of Arell Ernesia is wrong.

The most suspicious is...

‘He said he never said that...

she was so lost in thought.

Perhaps he thought too deeply, but when he came to his senses, he saw the priests arguing ugly.

“Retreating... such an unsightly thing. ”

“Who will be responsible for this!”

Although they cannot discuss countermeasures, they are only talking about responsibility. T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

“I need to call in Sir Brex and reprimand him.”

High Priest Lesren finally shouted that and insisted that the blame be placed on him.

At that fact, Nelvenia had to barely hold back her irritation.

Even though the enemy is rushing in, what the hell are you talking about useless responsibility?

It is the responsibility of those who risked their lives to fight there.

It was absurd.

“....Send him a detailed report, not a reprimand. We need to know more about the situation at the time.”

“Before reporting, it is a matter of the prestige of the Holy Kingdom.”

Lesren said disapprovingly.

“Are you going to make me say it twice?”

When she angered in a low voice, which was rare for her, the priests stopped talking.

“It might be better to retreat than to lose our men. I am not holding him accountable.”

“But the fort was lost.”

Still, the high priest seemed anxious to shift the blame onto someone else.

Then can't you lose?

Nelvenia held back her desire to say so and continued her words calmly.

“...So what I need to ask him more is information about the situation at the time and countermeasures. We need to strengthen our defenses and block them. Or are there any Priests who want to go to the front directly? If anyone wants to show courage, I'll be happy to give it a chance.”

If you have any complaints, go out and fight.

When I glared at him with that meaning, Lesren finally closed his mouth disapprovingly and averted his gaze.

“How are you? Is there anyone who will show courage in front of the knights fighting on the battlefield?”

After half-circling it and threatening it, no one vomited anymore.

However, making the noisy incompetent son shut up did not solve the unfavorable war situation.

First of all, after pulling back the defense line, additional reinforcements were sent to reorganize, and after reorganizing the policy to defeat the Ernesian army, the priests were dispersed.

And in the meeting hall left alone, Nelvenia thought again.

‘I expected to struggle a little against the Ernesia Kingdom, but... I thought it would be this much...'

I've never seen the Ernesia Kingdom as easy.

I know they are strong.

That's why the empire tried to recruit slave soldiers, and before that, somehow, they tried to weaken their power even a little more by using the plague.

So is this war.

Even though the plan went wrong and the war began without the strength to be sure of victory, I never thought it would be easy to lose.

The shield of protection was a weapon that was desperately completed in order to overturn the disadvantageous number.

Before preparing countermeasures, he was also confident that he would use this to push back the offensive.

In addition, he deliberately released a fake on the market in case Arele Ernesia would notice its existence in advance.

As a result, it didn't work at all.

‘...Could that be a mistake?'

I had my doubts, but concluded that it couldn't be.

The fake released in the first place is just a plausible representation of the tool.

The operation method and effect are completely different.

The wagon I rode was special.

The temperature control is perfect, and the suspension is also fully equipped because the craftsmen of Fahilia specially completed it according to my instructions.

Thanks to this, my butt can be relieved on any rough road.

There are also sofas and cushions for lounging on!

See, this is science.

With this, you can get a good night's sleep even on long marches.

Wallow wallow?.

Wallow wallow!

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan?”

I yawned profusely as I rolled across the wide sofa.

Jin-goon is too smooth, so I don't really have anything to do.

it's really desirable

The reason I followed it from the beginning is because of the cause.

All I wanted was a war where they would sit on top of their heads and quietly eat what they were fed.

It is most desirable that if you lend your wisdom, the rest will take care of everything.

After passing through the fortress, the lords who lead other armies are alive again and rush forward to set up the ball first.

First of all, I told you not to go too far and make an accident.

Will it be okay?

Well, if you get into an accident, then it's enough to cast the real Head Drive.

I just follow their unit safely and quietly from the rear and receive a report on the results.

iced coffee? What a comfortable war.

Rolling around again?.

Rolling around, I fell off the couch.

However, Dia, who was watching from the other side, magically floated it and returned to the sofa.

a great assistant

This leisurely feeling of using the 7th class master's exclusive magician just to prevent leaving the sofa.

Again, we are at war now.

It is the way to the next battlefield.

something like that

“Hmm?????”

Lying sideways on the sofa and watching Dia, I stared at her face for a moment.

Then Dia, who had been waiting silently since the report and moved to the car carriage until this time, showed a very subtle reaction.

“Are you experiencing any discomfort?”

No, I don't really have a problem except that I already miss the bed in my room.

That's not what I care about.

“Dia, are you really okay?”

What I'm worried about is none other than D.A.

“...What are you talking about?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. Do you know your circumstances? It's not anyone else, Dia, how could you be okay?”

What do you mean by this?

Before dispatching troops from Fahilia, I called Dia and talked to her.

There was one thing I had to teach you.

It was about making inquiries to the previous Mage Tower to investigate certain records.

A record of Dia's hometown in the past.

At that time, the wizard in charge of the incineration of the village said that he belonged to the Mage Tower, so I asked Helmin, the owner of the Mage Tower, to find out the records and testimonies of that time.

And the answer was as expected.

The symptoms of the disease recorded were consistent with the epidemic that had circulated some time before.

Perhaps for research, the magician obtained some of the samples and analyzed them, and they matched.

I

don't know why, but it means that Saint Nelvenia or someone from the Holy Land played a prank on Dia's hometown 10 years ago.

As a result, Dia lost her hometown.

There are very few survivors, including her.

Knowing what kind of hardships Dia has been through since then, I can guess what kind of feelings she will have.

So I couldn't help but worry a little.

At first, I thought about not letting you know, but in the end I decided to teach you.

Because it is her right to know the truth.