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The biggest reason people do stupid things is because they are stupid.
But the biggest reason organizations do stupid things is often because it's the least stupid thing to do.
“No matter how much I think about it, I think we need to retreat right now.”
“There are only two members of the Dragon Blood Royal Family that have been identified. The risk of destruction has become too great.”
“Didn’t you say that the witch hunters were almost completely wiped out? What on earth are you holding on to?”
So the officers of Langso and the Republic came to a conclusion.
“We all know this is stupid.”
“But why doesn’t the general seem to know?”
No matter how much I think about it, their army is not an organization, but merely General Benoit's private soldiers.
Langso's officers were among the Republic's finest elite.
They were officers of a country that had been waging a fierce war with the great power of Doroisen in the northwest for hundreds of years, a military group that had succeeded in producing mana-less superhumans, and they were the hands and feet that put into practice the grand goal of making all the people superhuman.
Transform the ideals of faith, patriotism, philanthropy and equality into divine power.
If it were completely successful, this plan would completely erase any traces of the alien race from this land.
“… … I wonder if this is also a plan of the higher-ups.”
“Are you testing how much you can do with just regular soldiers?”
“Even so, 100,000 is too many. Are you planning to sacrifice all these young people?”
All military activities with Langso were also stages of putting that plan into practice.
Of course, all of this was closer to a vague founding ideology than a systematic plan.
'Wouldn't it be possible for humans to one day have powers that are completely different from those of other races?'
'Won't it be the case that one day those who deserve power will be able to have it?'
It would be more correct to view it as a hope, an ideal, or the direction of national policy rather than a plan.
But as the foreign substance was rushing towards the home country, doubts grew in the minds of the officers who could not even retreat.
“… …Senior. Did you know that the ancient Gwangmyeong Shingyo also had a burnt offering culture?”
“Hey, hey. Shut up. You’ve gone too far.”
“Stories of priests offering their sons, daughters, or themselves are quite common in ancient literature. Even in the scriptures-.”
They had too many reasons to fear the Empire.
“The knight who came last time was that famous red knight. I heard he fought dozens of knights in Soletaras.”
“You know that night sky that turned red? They drove the foreign object and sent it west. That wasn’t a deal made by a large number of fire magicians, but a deal made by a single pyromancer. Yeah. That scoundrel, Grand Duke Valencianus. He killed the Sword King Ensis.”
“This time, a lot of the witch hunters died. They said 80% of them evaporated. No. They were surrounded by witch hunters and even had a sound-absorbing barrier set up, but they said there was a wizard who could use magic. Wouldn’t it be a disaster if they were to wage war on the plains?”
“Actually, our Republic is strong on average, and it was common for our enemies to bring a few superhumans. When they fight regular soldiers and our soldiers, our soldiers have fun. But they are gradually not bringing regular soldiers.”
The junior officers could not understand why the army did not retreat in this dangerous situation in the eastern part of the Republic.
* * *
Discontent has already piled up to a point where it can't be ignored.
“Why? Seriously, why? Isn’t this a republic founded to save people?”
“You want us to watch our lands being scorched as we attack the Empire?”
“My parents also live in the east.”
They sent forged orders to the rear units, and instead of joining the front, they were ordered to block the enemy.
The military police officers noticed that.
“What are you doing?”
Forgery of orders, subversion, and private use of the Western world.
All of these were serious crimes punishable by death under military law.
“Hit!”
“Take control!”
“These fu*king dogs.”
Of course, instead of just being dragged away, the lower-ranking officers led their men in beating up the military police and throwing them into the stables.
Discontent has already piled up to a point where it can't be ignored.
Now, fear was building up in addition to dissatisfaction.
And at that crucial moment, the senior officers were arguing.
“General Benoit! I’ll make a hundred concessions and say that we will invade. But why do you insist on an all-out war instead of a guerrilla war?”
“The Empire’s magicians and knights are few in number and each individual is strong, while our soldiers are many in number but each individual is relatively weak. If we engage in an all-out war, blood will flow like a river!”
“We must disperse! Of course we must disperse. We must take advantage of our numerical superiority. First, occupy each village, spread the spirit of freedom, equality, and fraternity, increase our power through recruitment, and then aim for the big cities. Isn’t that the standard strategy of the Republic?”
“Isn’t our victory not in killing the imperial knights, but in liberating the oppressed serfs? Don’t tell me you’re worried about the knights’ guerrilla warfare blocking our supply lines! Didn’t you see it in Doroisen? When their rear territories are threatened, the knights are helpless.”
The expression 'quarrel' might not have been appropriate.
Because one side was obviously telling the truth, and the other side was, in common parlance, 'showing off'.
Benoit roared so loudly that the conference tent shook.
“Stop talking nonsense!”
The officers' faces turned red and blue and they groaned.
Benoah looked up to the sky and cried out.
“What our republic needs now is a symbolic victory that proves that the spirit of freedom, equality, and fraternity is right! Didn’t we mobilize an army of no less than 100,000?”
Eventually, one of the officers couldn't stand it anymore.
Daniel shouted in a curse.
“It is the general who is talking nonsense! How many times have I said that our victory is not the destruction of the enemy, but the disintegration of the enemy army! A symbolic victory through a round of the plains? What does that have to do with the spirit of liberty, equality, and fraternity?”
“Daniel!”
“I’ll tell you everything I want to say. Why on earth do you go to the General’s tent every two hours during the meeting and stay there for about ten minutes before leaving? Do you have a lover or some kind of medicine hidden there?”
Blood rushed to his white face, turning it red.
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“Do you know where the Imperial Guerilla Force is right now? Have you made any plans for the unjust countermeasures brought by the Dragon Blood Imperial Family? Are you aware of the situation of the scouts that lost contact a few days ago? Why do you always say no to everything we try to do?”
Daniel's words were a hundred percent correct in this situation.
But Benoah knew something that Daniel didn't know, and he was in a different situation than Daniel.
“You dare disobey the commander’s orders now!”
He knew they wanted blood.
They were most wary of the Empire, the most powerful nation on the continent, but they were also extremely wary of the Republic, which was first in terms of loyalty.
If the Empire does not shed blood soon, the Republic will shed just as much blood.
If they could not kill 100,000 of the Empire's citizens, they would try to make up for the loss by killing 100,000 of the Republic's citizens.
Additionally, Benoit was a commander of 100,000 soldiers and a father of two children.
The father's fatherly love, combined with the sense of responsibility of one who knows the truth, created a synergy that astonished those around him.
“Lock this worthless bastard up right now!”
The soldiers rushed in and dragged Daniel out.
As Benoit headed towards his tent, clutching his head, the senior officers just sighed.
* * *
“This time for sure!”
Helena shouted like a soldier who had starved for three days and was stopped three times before a banquet, like an academy cadet who had been given the chance to meet the most popular musical actor in the capital, like an ivory tower wizard challenging her hundredth experiment.
The brass armor shone like a gift from the god of war, and the magical circuits engraved on the great curved sword cried out ferociously as they awaited blood.
Below, across the Crescent Lake, I could see the camp of Langso and the army.
The soldiers were ready to move, but the officers were wandering around, floundering here and there.
Helena knew from experience what that situation was like.
'It will either be a retreat or an advance. We will go somewhere. But where we will go has not been decided yet. Individuals are ready to move, but the army is not ready to move.'
'It's perfect for a surprise attack. If we pour out magic now, the ranks will break apart, and if we charge into the broken ranks with cavalry, they will completely fall apart.'
'Finally, finally, finally.'
Helena shed a tear beyond her helmet.
“My dream is coming true.”
I was so excited that it didn't seem real.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to break my ribs.
Is this how an actor feels when he or she goes on stage for the first time?
Now, with just one command, everything begins.
The training she's done so far, the blood, sweat, and tears she's shed with the soldiers.
'Academy bullies and unemployed graduates. I had to turn those guys who were living their lives in luxury into an army.'
It was a moment to see how valuable it was.
Helena looked across the lake at the sentries and scouts.
“Tell the wizards to ignore them and attack the main force. After the battle begins, they will be nothing-.”
She interrupted him mid-sentence, and the messenger looked at her with a look of extreme bewilderment.
Helena was a commander who always gave precise orders.
Then Helena suddenly stopped talking, took off her helmet, and frowned.
The eyes that held the flame wavered like candles in the wind.
“What is that-.”
Just then another sentry's head was blown off.
Red and white liquids splashed like thrown watermelons.
It was clear from the angle that something had been shot across the lake.
However, she has not yet given the order for the wizards to fire.
Helena reflexively recalled a name.
“… … Valencian. You rascal.”
* * *
'This magic tool is really convenient.'
Rudy sat on a tree by the lake and pulled the trigger of his twin pistols, Kaspar.
Love liquid!
Every time a shot was fired, a soldier rolled along the ground.
'Thanks to your highness, Sereraji. The translucent liquid armor.'
Love liquid!
Her maid's attire was imbued with an Aquategue with the 'Blur' spell circuitry, and she easily evaded both the Langso and Republic scouts and Helena's scouts to get there.
She smiled sweetly, finished loading the gun with a fancy sleight of hand, and pulled the trigger again.
Love liquid!
A red halo contrasting with the green eyes gleamed above the square-framed glasses.
The spectacles she's wearing now were made by Marcus and have spells like 'enhanced vision', 'heat detection', and a bit of 'clairvoyance' engraved on them, which increases her accuracy several times over.
'Besides, Valen gave me this too.'
A silver-finished horn hung around Rudy's neck.
It was a sacred object that created a sound-absorbing barrier within a certain radius.
Since Rudy wasn't a priest, he couldn't hit in a wide area, but as long as the radius of the barrier was wider than the gun aimed forward, it didn't matter.
If only the sound of gunfire could be hidden, that would be enough.
Love liquid!
puck!
The last sentry's head burst open like a rotten watermelon.
Rudy smiled brightly, pushing up the frame of his square glasses.
'I guess I should provide some supporting fire now. Should I crawl forward and get closer? But I think you'll hate it because it's dangerous… '
'Still, I can't let Valen go into that dangerous place alone. Of course, the knight will be with him… … But I'm worried too.'
It was the privilege of the knights and maids to worry about the blood-curdling royal family.
'Because I'm the only one in this world who remembers Belle with her bangs down.'
Rudy jumped down from the tree, smiling brightly.
Taat!
The beautiful tree was four stories tall, but there was not a single footprint where she landed.
Considering that she was wearing high heels, it was a feat almost superhuman.
She carried Kaspar on her back, drew her six-shot revolver, Agate, and her Sandworm Tooth dagger, and dove into the bushes.