Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

At the position of the Nadar army deployed for the camp, the deputy general of the army on the eastern side of the British Empire, Düsseia Lubanca, was looking up at cloudy weather.

Despite before the military council, he is in the right position to be out in this way in order to incorporate fresh air into his chest.

The Tabernacle really stinks of cigarettes in the tent when it comes to military councils because many people start Leon and smoke. For this reason, Dusseia, who has no taste for tobacco or alcohol, goes outside to refill the fresh air in this way only if she has time.

A clear blue sky would fill your chest with sobriety, but now an unfortunate cloudy sky. I'm going to wonder if it's even a sign of something not good, but I'll shake it off soon.

In the meantime, I felt some sign from behind on the pretend.

Turning around, there was one woman dressed as an officer, standing in salute.

Whatever happens, it doesn't make it faint. It still reminds me of the plaster statue.

Long dark hair with straight cut forehead.

White skin often found in families living in the northern part of the Empire.

The ornaments do not stop by Huamei and there is nothing extra to carry.

He is dressed neatly in an imperial officer's uniform and carries a leather bag and a small sword.

If you kept the military code from one to ten, I'm sure such a woman would make it up.

He graduated with outstanding grades from the military academy and was an officer who had recently returned from duty within the kingdom.

- I need you to taste something called the fear of the kingdom.

That's what Leon said at the end of her inaugural greeting.

He is a top performer and loyal to the rules.

If you're a soldier... especially if you're an officer, you don't have any more talent. However, the nervous parts were noticeable, and many statements were made that did not take the field into account when listening, and it was apparent from every single one of them that he was quite confident.

Therefore, for once, it was meant to give the air of the scene a taste, and they threw it out into the kingdom.

... when I came back from that assignment, I seemed to have been shattered by a lot of confidence.

He has now survived that trial and is working as one of his deputy officers with a general.

Returning the reply to the lady officer, she "takes care" in a tight manner.

He hits the heel of his shoe on the ground, aligns his legs, stretches his hips and elbows, and turns his fortitude toward this one.

And

"Deputy General Lubanca, your family is in sight"

"You think it's family?

"Ha. That's what I'm asking."

That said, it's hard to believe.

"… Lieutenant. Is that really my family?

"Ha. The confirmation has been obtained. General Grants gave me permission to see him."

"The general?

"Ha."

So is this Grants' measure?

Although I have never heard of granting family visits before or during the operation - it has always been common for Grants to facilitate or accommodate his men.

Sometimes such actions are slapped in the face of the general's serious sweetness and pussy, but hence the aspect that they are well admired by his men.

... Eventually it was indeed the fruitful sister of Düsseia who got me involved.

I wondered if they had turned around each place, my kimono was terribly tired and I also looked somewhat lean over whether I was getting tired or not.

"Are you all right?

"... Yes. Dear Brother,"

When I rang my worried voice, my sister nodded to her temperament as well.

But the fact that I came all the way here from my hometown must have been quite something.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Was it important?

"My great-uncle is hiding."

"... well. My uncle."

"Yes."

Dusseia's uncle was the head of the family. After the death of Dusseia's father in the battle against the Empire, he took over that role and became chief of the family, bringing up his family to date.

The fact that his uncle is dead is important to his family.

I can also nod that my sister pushed me so hard to get here.

Often my sister opens her mouth again as she gives her thoughts to her uncle.

"Dear brother. Please come back soon. Only my brother can be the pillar of my family more than my uncle has hidden. Please..."

Certainly would be. The head of the family of Dusseia came under the responsibility of the family of Dusseia. In view of the legitimacy of the blood muscle, it becomes the muscle that Dusseia becomes the next clan chief.

We must hurry back, put our families together, and set the policy.

But.

"We're going to fight."

"Dear brother..."

When I uttered "I can't," my sister got annoyed.

And as if to leak a whimper, I'm going to sue you.

"I don't want my brother to force me. I don't know if family pride and position are important, but isn't it also the way to spend some time secluded in your hometown?

"I can't do that"

"Why is that?

"Our family has already become part of the Empire. If we fail to achieve visible results, our family will disappear swallowed by the Empire. We must avoid that."

The family of Dusseia succumbed to the invasion of the Empire a few years ago, and came to fruition as one of the provinces of the genus.

Because he resisted without surrendering immediately, his position is still weak within the empire and he is in a situation where he does not know when he will be swallowed by other clans.

To avoid it, Dusseia herself needed to hold a certain position in the Imperial Army.

"But then, eventually, your brother will be crushed as good as the Emperor..."

Sure it is. For the emperor, it is the same as a disposable pawn, such as a weak family.

But...

"This is disrespectful."

"Dear brother..."

"You know what I mean. This is for our family, too."

Yes, that's all the way left for the clan to survive any longer than it was to belong to the Empire.

Still anxiously laying her eyes down, she calls out to her sister to cheer her up.

"There's nothing to worry about. I can't lose, and I can win this fight. Must."

"Can you win, is it"

"Yes."

My sister nodded anxiously, her eyes closed.

Eventually, he opened his eyes as inevitably as he had decided to.

"- Dear brother, if you are sure of your victory, don't forget to tell us what your father said. It is at the moment of victory that we find ourselves on the brink of life and death."

My sister says those words.

That's my father's word I heard one day. What he used to say when his father was still alive, when his homeland did not yet belong to the Empire.

It remains only in Dusseia's chest, as a training for battle.

"... even though I know"

"Dear brother. I'm sorry I pinched your mouth."

"No, it's about me, too. Anger or something."

That's what I say, my sister and I shut up.

In the meantime, an earlier lady officer approached her modestly.

"Deputy General. I'm sorry I'm talking to you. It's time..."

"Okay...... bye. I'll be back as soon as the war is over."

"Yes."

After such a short exchange and eventually breaking up with my sister.

Led by an earlier lieutenant, he heads to the tent where the Tabernacles gather.

Along the way, I thought to myself, and asked the lady officer.

"... Lieutenant, what did you say your name was?

"Ha. My name is Rivel Coast and I'm a middleman."

"Officer Coast. I know you were listening to the disrespect my sister said earlier, but I hope you don't say anything else about that."

"Ha."

Ask him for his name because he stopped talking and hurry his feet toward the tent again.

Eventually I reached the tent of purpose and when I opened the cover of the entrance, the smell of cigars and cigarette smoke mixed on my face.

He turned away and coughed once or twice.

Both Rivels saluted the calm fold of breathing.

… Already within the tent were gathered facades occupying an important position in the operation now.

Leon Grants, a skinny man with waxed black hair, belongs to the eastern side of the British Empire.

Polk Nadar, Count of the Kingdom, with the appearance of a crushed gamma frog and a pig added.

And its squire, Bail Ern.

Arius, the magical mentor of a silver star, a woman in a robe who affixes a creepy white mask.

At the edge of the tent were a few of Leon's squire and direct magicians.

"... sorry I'm late"

"No, there was this one. We just got it all together. Don't worry about it."

Listening to Leon, he turns his gaze to the faces he gathers, but no one seems to be irritated by the late ginseng. Polk Nadar seems to be able to afford it too, so apparently it's really all in place.

When in place, Rivel opened his mouth to the lid.

General, I have one report for you.

"What happened?

"Ha! I just got word from a spy who was lurking in the Crusaders that Gadould Berhahn had gone to Narvarond"

"Mm?"

"But he said he didn't join the Crusaders and took them back as they were. Perhaps he refused the King Prince's request without a compromise."

Several people hear Livel's report, cheering.

Words of admiration were uttered mainly by Baile Ern and Leon's squires, the sorcerers.

In attacking the kingdom, the name Gadould Berhahn cannot be overlooked.

This old general has stood before the Empire many times before, doing everything in his tactics, strategy, and stopping the invasion of the Empire.

The fact that such a large force did not respond to the reinforcements' request is a lot bigger for the Nadar army today.

"That's good news. Now..."

Dusseia, like them, was on the verge of saying so with joy and courage.

"What are you guys so relieved of! Now we don't know what else to do!

It was Count Polk Nadar who now shouted loudly.

Are you in a hurry, if you look at it, your face turns red and black, and you can see its frustration.

I asked Polk Nadar, who stripped his eyes and made his nose rough.

"... Count, what the hell does that mean?

"Gadwuld Berhahn! He's a man now known as the odd Berhahn, albeit old! It's only when you stand up and don't move that you're horrible! I don't know what I'm gonna do hiding behind my back!

"My Count, the... What do you do, exactly?

"I'm scared because I don't know that! It's possible they even deliberately grabbed that information in the first place!

Polk Nadar taps the tip of the cigar into the ashtray.

The voices were riddled with unseen fears, and yet it was also felt in such a sign of impatience that I was convinced that nightmares could become a reality.

Set aside his agitation for a moment and ask Livel first.

"Officer Coast. Any other information on that?

"Ha... I don't know if it has anything to do with this, but when Gadould Berhahn left Narvarond, he said he brought out supplies for the Crusaders"

"The supplies?

"Ha. That's what the report is up for"

... If the Berhahns only return to their own territory, they shouldn't have to receive Crusader supplies. The first thing I can't think of is that we're running out of food for our return, and if that's not the amount we need before we get back to the territory...

"My lord."

"... that's settled. Perhaps, as the Count said, I would incite this anxiety by standing up and not moving. Proof of this is that you didn't participate in the war, but you took supplies on purpose."

"Bye."

"Once we sit back and observe, we raid places where the power of war has become thinner. It's the hand that was scattered by that fool. Now we have to be vigilant about Berhahn's movements, and we cannot make the castle thin. We don't have to work over there, so we can restrict our movement. Not at all. As long as I'm angry."

This would mean that we have been engaged in psychological warfare by those in the Crusades.

If this one reads in depth and places soldiers at the base, they will disperse their power and spend less on the Crusaders. On the other hand, without this one reading in depth, if we do not place soldiers at the base, the possibility will now surface that the thinner base will be defeated.

If that robs them of their base, this one could also lose supplies and escape routes.

Leon is right, as long as it is completely hard to do.

The feminine laughter echoed in the tent as the invisible old general plagued her.

"So, General, how do you like it?

Ask questions like that from the back of the white mask.

Leon replies to such an arius.

"I don't have much information yet. If you're driven by anxiety and show them a stray move, it's their thoughts. Therefore, in these cases, we have to think of it as something that often goes behind our backs and move. Optimism brings death."

"Does it mean that Gadwuld Berhahn's movements were simply coincidental, too?

"No. Especially as far as that fool is concerned. If you make it easy, you'll have to drop the castle."

Yeah, it's got to be moving either way.

In order to crack this situation down, all we have to do is find and destroy the Berhahn army, which would be lurking in Nadar territory... but as things stand, the Nadar army cannot afford to have personnel assigned to separate units.

Polk Nadar shrugs his face as if he had mouthed something terribly bitter.

"Don't you carry what you think..."

"No, not really"

"General Grants?

"This one means the crumbs are punched in."

Ask Leon for his sincerity, who returned a denial to the Count's words.

"My lord, what the hell is that crumb?

"I used this route to work for Granchelle and the Flood Clan. Now the kingdom will not divide the crusaders greatly."

"Oh! Is that true!

Polk Nadar cheered when he heard the story.

If the kingdom also gets pressure from the east or south side, we have to turn our guard over there.

When there is aggression from other countries, the kingdom first leaves the defense to the local nobles, taking the form of sending the central elite, the national army, as reinforcements, while the front is glued. Therefore, when there is movement in more than one direction, it is not possible to concentrate the national army in one place.

Now it was established that even if the Crusaders had any more reinforcements, they would not be massive.

"The lack of immediate reinforcements is huge..."

"There's one more thing. I let the Crusaders flow false information. Perhaps the Crusaders will come out with the realization that this one is attacking with fewer troops than they are."

"Did the general circulate information that we were few?

"My lord, give me such information... why the hell?

Polk Nadar is followed by a voice of doubt.

Are the other faces the same if you look at them? He has a strange look on Leon's battered hand.

In the meantime, Fu Leon turned his gaze to Rivel.

"Officer Coast. Your honor should be able to answer what this means."

"Ha... this seems to be because His Excellency the General wanted to control the Crusaders' movements"

"Brilliant."

"Thank you"

When Rivel responds to Leon, Polk Nadar again raises questions.

"General, what do you mean by control?

"Count, you will return the question with a question, but what do you think we will do if we tell the Crusaders that this number is low?

"Regardless, the other side will try to pick a battle that will be advantageous in numbers. It's easy to move a soldier, even with a large number of them, trying to fight on a wide terrain... if this one were in the castle, it would be a castle attack."

"That's right. If this one doesn't choose Cage Castle, the fight will pick a showdown on the flat ground. If you're going to outnumber me, you're not going to need a skinny job."

"... what is that? So you're saying that the general circulated that kind of information because he wanted to fight on the flat?

To Polk Nadar's inquiry, Leon nodded,

"Perhaps the Crusaders should think that by now they can choose the battlefield of their own free will. The Crusaders will wait for us on the Mill Door Plains to take full advantage of the benefits of numbers."

Indeed, if we attack at this rate, there is no doubt that the Crusaders will lay down a showdown on the Mill Door Plains.

But we need another condition for that.

"But my lord. Isn't that only if the Crusaders knew exactly what this army was up to? If we don't realize we're after Ceylan, we're approaching Fort Tab..."

"If you're a bunch of incompetents who don't even realize that, set him up on the way to the march, it'll be easier. Not our enemies, such as the idiots who are trying to attack the fort... if it weren't for the National Magic Instructor."

…………

Immediately after Leon says off, the inside of the tent is filled with silence.

National Magic Instructor. It is the magicians who can also be called symbols of the kingdom's power. Its power cannot be cleaned up by the word threat alone, and once it gets down to the battlefield, it says it has the power to overturn even its disadvantages.

Soon, Polk Nadar opens his mouth.

"But even if it's going to be a showdown on the Mill Door Plains, it's not going to be good for us. You're not gonna end up bumping into each other in the same number, are you?

"No. Choosing a showdown on the plains would be convenient for the Count."

"What do you mean?

"If it's a showdown, it's a big stage. Be sure Seylan comes forward. It is certainly more likely to be taken away than defensive warfare or sporadic destruction of each. We can put a lot of power into this to discuss Ceylan."

"Well, so is that... right. That would be convenient for this one. Hmmm......"

Sure it is.

Needless to say, when it comes to fighting on a small battlefield, the possibility arises that Seylan will not be in formation. But if it's a showdown, Leon's right, it's a big stage. Now the war is in the first place, and Ceylan, who will need to be evaluated, is sure to come forward, no, he should have to.

Besides, if the fight is a showdown, this one too, the army can devote all its efforts to taking over Ceylan.

As Leon told Polk Nadar, it's not by any means meaningless.

The color of Polk Nadar's blood improves visibly.

Sometimes I still wonder.

Leon thought, is that really all?

All the stories Leon has just told us are good for Polk Nadar.

It doesn't taste good for the Empire at all.

Will Leon be satisfied only with the measure to that extent?

... nothing wasted on this man's batter.

All the measures launched are dedicated for the Empire.

If so, then this measure should also include what must be done for the Empire.

Leon asks Livel to report as he tours his thoughts.

"Lieutenant. What's going on with the current crusader movement?

"There doesn't seem to be any troops or anything ahead so far. Sentinels, reconnaissance units are not reporting up."

"What about spacing?

"There are some writings that seem to be that. But we're disposing of it here before it arrives."

"Who is trying to move a soldier on his own?

"I don't seem to be here at the moment"

"How's the mercenary regiment you hired in? Have you made any suspicious moves?

"Ha. No particular strange movement. He hasn't even talked about a takeover from the Crusaders."

"Right. Hmm... you've wasted your money."

Leon sighs.

What drifts around him is some unfortunate atmosphere.

Although it is true that the Crusaders placed the weight of Gadould Berhahn, that is the only measure taken. I guess it's still sweet for Leon, such as how to do it to that extent.

If it's a war, it's a man who believes in doing everything in his power.

From such a man, the crusader's lukewarm workmanship may also feel like clueless.

In the meantime, I realize.

(Speaking of which, His Excellency Leon does not work in separation...?

If Leon had such a creed, he'd be working in isolation right now.

Nevertheless, such craftsmanship is left to Polk Nadar, with no hands at all. If Leon really moves, even if it's hard to disperse the Crusaders, he should also be able to stop the Crusaders in Rustinel territory for lack of preparation.

Then all you have to do is attack.

With the fact attached that the crusaders were attacked by the side to be crusaded, Seylan's credibility falls to the ground, and even then the kingdom is made to suffer.

It doesn't matter to the Empire that Polk Nadar takes Seylan's neck.

The true purpose of the empire is to sharpen the power of the kingdom.

But even though such a victory is in front of him, Leon does not take a discrete maneuver.

That means.

Leon will really want to fight on the Mill Door Plains.

Turning her gaze as she noticed, Leon only gave her an invincible grin for a moment.

After all, I guess he has some idea.

Then Leon asks Polk Nadar with a strange face.

"What about the Count? Is the crusade going well?

"The General should know better how difficult it is to cut off the royal glory"

"Right."

"How about the general?

"So is this one. Otherwise, we have not been plagued by kingdom aristocracy for many years."

Leon answers Polk Nadar's question with a clear face.

I just said this is just the thickness of the skin on the surface.

Polk Nadar, on the other hand, looks like he's still in a hurry for his expression.

"Count. You don't seem to be feeling well, do you?

"Naturally! We're still hanging on to this! Why are the generals so spared!

"Naturally, for a reason."

When Leon says so, Polk Nadar looks a little like him.

to him like that. Leon made an invincible grin,

"Count, rejoice. This one's calling for reinforcements."

"You think this is more reinforcements? What the hell is that?!?

It was just after Leon gave some kind of signal.

A huge shadow suddenly appears in the tent where the military was being held.

"Buwaha! So you're saying the eagle was called!!

At the entrance of the tent, he gave himself cramped, because of the height of his back length?

What emerged was a giant man of such height that it could not reach even two metres.

The hair is abundant, and the blemishes are stretched down to the bottom of the cheek, and the beard surface. The furred coats go hand in hand, so much so that your face looks like a hairy one. The arms and legs are as thick as a round too, and the hands and the like are so big that they can squeeze a couple of human heads together.

His nose appeared rough, as if he were a bull (bison).

A whole fat Count Polk Nadar can't help but look small.

Do they all look familiar in their appearance?

"This is..."

"Hey, hey! Why this man..."

Polk Nadar aside, even that Arius, is surprised by the advent of the Bull.

Either way, it was the imperial humans who came within the tent.

It is also one who is far superior to Dusseia.

Since the corresponding response is mandatory, an Immediate Decree shall be issued.

"Everyone below the Deputy! Salute His Excellency General Barg Gruba!

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Good, good! Good intentions! Before the war, it still had to be like this!

When Leon, Polk Nadar and his squire, and everyone but Arius saluted at the same time, the bull-like man nodded satisfactorily.

Thanks again to such a man.

"My lord."

"Oh! Your Lord sure...... you were DUSSEIA LUBANCA!? Long time no see!"

A fierce bull calls out.

Belonging to the Central Army of the British Empire, guerrilla general Barg Gruba. In the Imperial Army, he is a soldier in the same position as Leon Grants.

and he turned a disgusting smile to this one,

"Sure... did you see it with the Lord before when he destroyed his homeland? Hmm? Buha!

Barg Gruba erupted as if he had spoken an interesting joke as well.

The sound of teeth squeaking in my mouth - but I can't put it on my face - is so bitter a story thrown at me by a pretend.

"... no, about once, during the battle in Cassia"

"Hmm? Really? Really? Well, whatever!

That's what Balg Grubba said, a lavishly stupid laugh.

The laughter is whispering, so much so that the tent cloth begins to tremble on its own.

To be honest, it was complicated for Dusseia.

As Balg Gulba said, it was this Balg Gulba that ravaged him as a general when the Empire conquered his homeland. There's no way it's not bitter.

If you look at Fu and Pork Nadar, he looks solidified while watching Barg Gruba.

The reason for this would be surprising. Naturally, Polk Nadar should know about him, too.

He is a fierce man who is feared to have this man in the empire and a general who has attacked the kingdom many times before.

There is no way that a man who sets up a territory on the border with the Empire would not know.

Show such Polk Nadar what Leon does and looks like.

"Count. Instead of 10,000 soldiers, the empire's most powerful soldiers are reinforcements. I don't think I've ever had a more comforting side?

"Oh, oh... right. Um, yeah! You can win this fight! You can win!"

Polk Nadar's excitement overheats at once.

With the addition of mighty force, did you convince yourself of victory?

Let the hasty faces of earlier change so much as where the hell they went.

But now, the battle will go exactly as he thinks.

Proceed to the plains.

Fight the Crusaders.

Threaten Ceylan.

Without realizing that everything is on the palm of a man named Leon Grants...